Flashback- Prologue of tragedy by euphoneus, literature
Literature
Flashback- Prologue of tragedy
A storm raged inside Ciroc's heart. Winds of confusion and grief. It had only taken him seconds to lose his temper, and then it was gone. Everything, was gone. He held his father's neck in his hands, his black hands. Deathly black veins that rose to the surface of his father's skin, the smell of flesh rotting in his hands. What had he done?
The storm mimicked outside, thunder and lightning, rain and the wind. Running outside from his house he panicked, not sure what he had done. This was not something a 10 year old boy was supposed to feel. Not this pain, not this confusion, none of this. But the fact was, he was feeling this. It was a feeli
Ciroc- the prologue of tragedy by euphoneus, literature
Literature
Ciroc- the prologue of tragedy
Ciroc looked down to the ground, his eyes blazing green with a fiery reiatsu. His hands were enveloped in black. They appeared to have been dipped in ashes, the ashes of the souls mercilessly sent to their creator from his hands. Inside green eyes, the mirror image of yet another broken soul in the clutches of his callous grip.
She lay there, her body broken and bruised. Black veins rose to the surface of her skin where he had tortured her with the contact of his hand for but a moment. Her clothes were ripped and wet with blood. Her hair slick with mud and small tears of grass. But her eyes still shone with life. But as the moments grew lon
THE FIRST DRAW
It started out as a rather boring day at the office. Files were beginning to stack up in the corner of Oliver's desk. Detective Oliver Lewis was seated in his leather chair, his feet propped up on the desk. In his hand he held a mug, once full of steaming hot tea, and a case file in the other. Nothing out of the ordinary, just catching up on some paperwork. He had a pen wedged between his ear and his scalp; the ink on the tip was beginning to rub off on his skin and hair. Oliver brought his thumb and index finger to his lips, and licked the tip of each. He then turned the page, revealing a bunch more statistics and police jar
The road was dark. Even the small latern had been put into snuff in the chill of the London night. But there was one thing that entered into Oliver's cognative perception; the hard clanking of shoes against the cold concrete and the click of a pistol.
Oliver turned his head to see the source of the sound. The moonlight shining in the background created a soft outline of a man. The shadow of his coachman hat hid the details on his face. His leather gloved hand rose up from his side, the silver pistol gleaming in the moonlight.
"Stop, put down your gun!" Oliver insisted, at the same time a shot rang out. The shooter had turned and ran. The bu
Flashback- Prologue of tragedy by euphoneus, literature
Literature
Flashback- Prologue of tragedy
A storm raged inside Ciroc's heart. Winds of confusion and grief. It had only taken him seconds to lose his temper, and then it was gone. Everything, was gone. He held his father's neck in his hands, his black hands. Deathly black veins that rose to the surface of his father's skin, the smell of flesh rotting in his hands. What had he done?
The storm mimicked outside, thunder and lightning, rain and the wind. Running outside from his house he panicked, not sure what he had done. This was not something a 10 year old boy was supposed to feel. Not this pain, not this confusion, none of this. But the fact was, he was feeling this. It was a feeli
Ciroc- the prologue of tragedy by euphoneus, literature
Literature
Ciroc- the prologue of tragedy
Ciroc looked down to the ground, his eyes blazing green with a fiery reiatsu. His hands were enveloped in black. They appeared to have been dipped in ashes, the ashes of the souls mercilessly sent to their creator from his hands. Inside green eyes, the mirror image of yet another broken soul in the clutches of his callous grip.
She lay there, her body broken and bruised. Black veins rose to the surface of her skin where he had tortured her with the contact of his hand for but a moment. Her clothes were ripped and wet with blood. Her hair slick with mud and small tears of grass. But her eyes still shone with life. But as the moments grew lon
THE FIRST DRAW
It started out as a rather boring day at the office. Files were beginning to stack up in the corner of Oliver's desk. Detective Oliver Lewis was seated in his leather chair, his feet propped up on the desk. In his hand he held a mug, once full of steaming hot tea, and a case file in the other. Nothing out of the ordinary, just catching up on some paperwork. He had a pen wedged between his ear and his scalp; the ink on the tip was beginning to rub off on his skin and hair. Oliver brought his thumb and index finger to his lips, and licked the tip of each. He then turned the page, revealing a bunch more statistics and police jar
The road was dark. Even the small latern had been put into snuff in the chill of the London night. But there was one thing that entered into Oliver's cognative perception; the hard clanking of shoes against the cold concrete and the click of a pistol.
Oliver turned his head to see the source of the sound. The moonlight shining in the background created a soft outline of a man. The shadow of his coachman hat hid the details on his face. His leather gloved hand rose up from his side, the silver pistol gleaming in the moonlight.
"Stop, put down your gun!" Oliver insisted, at the same time a shot rang out. The shooter had turned and ran. The bu
So I saw Val doing this with her characters and I just had to give it a shot. Something to entertain me a while longer xDD
1. Wyvern
2. Mythic
3. Cerine
4. Galdonius
5. Artful
6. Rheyna
7. Hessiut
8. Ceseus
1. 2 invites 7 and 1 to dinner at their house. What happens?
[i]Mythic invites Hessiut and Wyvern to dinner at his house. What happens?[/i]
-Well that's interesting. The two (Mythic and Hessiut) seem to get along and exchange practical jokes on one another, but you could cut the tension with a knife. Wyvern just smiles and eats his food.
2. 1 tries to get 5 to go to a strip club. How does it go?
[i]Wyvern tries to get Art to
Doooood I totally just had an idea. I'm Gonna draw Quinn and submit it to the guild groupey thing. I've always wanted to draw her, now I've just got to find a reference pic xD
Ok so this is the same person as OhevYisrael, ok? =D I'm going to be taking all my writings and paintings from that account over to this one =D I'm going to be starting the move, well hopefully tonight. I will be sending all those who favorited them a message letting them know. =D
Haha not a problem it deserves a fav just because it's Bruce Lee xD he's waaaaay better than Chuck Norris. That's why people make fun of Chuck Norris and not Bruce Lee, they're scared of him... o.O hehe