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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 3:57 pm
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The Author nodded towards him, thankful he was going to join him for dinner with the rest. Being reminded of the other world, he opened his book and read what happened so far as he was distracted by his own world. " It seems.. that our young miss hasn't even the slightest gander into our home as of yet. In fact, the book is in her room... to go into your room and see a stranger would be quite commotion. It's too risky.... if you truly desire this, you'll have to bid your time for the right moment. Now, our moon is their sun... tomorrow, ask again and I shall check if then will be your chance. I do apologize.. but I wouldn't want to reveal ourselves so early." He said to him, trying his best to explain the matter.
Valliex was taken to the emergency stall and treated to her wounds. She slightly awoke for a few moments as she saw the night sky. She counted the stars and grunted to herself in pain. She gave another grunt as she recalled what happened..... her eyes blanked out and she was out once more.
The healer went to the Wolf, healing his wounds. The Author just now glancing toward the Wolf," She will not die.. you know this for yourself. She fought to remain alive so she will do so again." He responded, shaking his head.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 4:01 pm
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RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife ![User Image](https://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s157/PickFairy/School boys/Greeeeeeeeeen-1.jpg) "I can't escape myself...so many times I've lied..."
Gordan ran and ran, and he was mill-seconds away as she tugged at the window.
Yet, as soon as she said mentioned her being miserable, it was as if time had stopped
Gordan was still. His hair was over his eyes, and his breathing even slowed. At first, you'd think he saw how he was. He realized he was hurting her, and was making amend as he stood there silently. Perhaps, after this, he would be back to his old self. Where he actually was quite nice to everyone, and sure he teased others but he respected them. That was before, before he was with Gabby. He was head over heels, and maybe it was the constant looks or maybe the teasing...that made her break up with him.
But, that wasn't the case. Nope. Not at all. In fact, he only stood still for a few minutes...."Get out." His voice too low to hear. His eyes were seen now, as he looked up at her slowly, and for a moment...they were hurt. His dark eyes, before burning into her,....were now in pain. Hell, they were always in pain. Always. For as long as anyone could remember, those eyes held pain. But, this is the first she would see this...the eyes entirely of pain....and perhaps the last time she'd see it.
"I said...out." He spoke up, louder now.
Gordan turned away from her, his back to her now. His head was low, and it was clear he wanted to be alone. His fists uncurled, as his hands were now at his sides. He stood there waiting for her to leave.....
.......but, if she didn't leave in ten minutes...then she would see him quickly shift back into anger. He grabbed a nearby pot holder for a plant, which before, stood in the hallway as a decoration was now, what seemed to be, a weapon. "I SAID GET THE ******** OUT!!!" He yelled, throwing the pot. The pot flying directly past her as it hit at the window. Glass busted everywhere, and a few shards flew at her scratching her skin. "NOW!" He would add glaring at her.
"But there's still rage inside..somebody get me through this nightmare..." (If she didn't leave after ten minutes, he threw the pot. If she did, he didn't throw the pot.......please understand that you haz a choice ^ ^)
(Quoted for Emni)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 7:38 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 11:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:46 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:12 am
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( It's perfectly fine to have writer's block, and its not uncommon. Its called a block for a reason. Some people go past it or move it while others simply ignore it and try again. I usually ignore it, myself, and imagining what my character would do. If you're having troubles on what to type try to exaggerate it with how the character is or perhaps revel their past with a old fashioned flashback. Regardless of your method, I hope this helps)
The Author gave a apologetic look," I understand your curiosity dear Daimos. After all, it is a world you were unaware of before I arrived. Do not fret, for we shall go in the morning where their sun has set. Of course, we'll have to be quite. Our miss would be asleep, and we musn't wake her." He said, further going into the subject.
He was curious himself of the world, as it was much different as before. And to add, a new owner meant more adventures. Who knew what she would do? He certainly didn't although he had a few predictions already. The Author blew his whistle, " The final match shall be of the three winners from previous matches... all who are to compete within are to be fully healed and ready for battle. Weapons are of your own choice, and location will be voted upon if not within the arena." He announced with his booming voice, informing everyone of the future events.
Afterward, he looked back to Daimos,"Tell me... do you like corn? The theater cooks their corn as a snack, quite good with a bit of butter.." He said towards him licking his lips in anticipation.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:47 pm
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