hehe! i voted 'love him' jes to make people mad. i think he's ok. not the coolest person alive...
OOC: coooookie........... *drools then snatches cookie, craming it into mouth*
Yeah, I'm in class. It's a real drag... You still haven't sent me a picture of you like you promised. When are you going to do that? Cloud replies back. OOC: Kairi should do it! cloud's gonna freak! :D
OOC: its ok. i pmed Vincent. he knows.
friend of DR and Vincent's. i feel sorry for you. :D jk. welcome. posts lots. dont spam. read rules. have fun!
OOC: i live to serve, LD Cloud notices that SpunkyGirl (a buddy of his on khvids has jes logged on-thats you LD unless you want a different username and he doesnt know its Kairi). He types, Hey, SpunkyGirl. It's HardCore (Cloud's username). How's it shaking?
OOC: we can be another character? hm... Deep within a forsaken forest, a mysterious man strides alone. His gait slow but steady. His body cut and bruised and his clothes but tatters, signs of his many battles. Blood blankets his skin. Some dried and brown from lack of attention. Some streaming down his limbs, still fresh from the last scuffle. His hair is matted and unkempt. His eyes, faded grey to reflect the emptiness of his innermost being. He keeps a firm grasp on his fatal sword, as if ready to strike. He stops abruptly and turns his attention to a nearby brush. Had he heard the snapping of a twig? For a long moment, all is calm. The only sound being his slow and shallow breaths. Then it came at him. A beast so grotesque and vicious, none could compare. It leapt at him, determined to ensnare his arm within its muscular jaws. But the man leaps back, just out of reach and, in a defensive stance, prepares for a second attack. They both standoff for what seemed like minutes. The six foot, dog-like beast remains crouched, standing at the ready like the man. Its jet-black, wiry fur standing on end. Its massive front claws flexing, shifting the earth underfoot. A low growl rising from deep within its chest. Teeth bared, revealing their yellow hue, evidently stained from the blood of countless victims. Its eyes set deep within its abnormally large skull. Piercing orbs of amber. The man searched these eyes. They reflected uncontrollable rage without a hint of regret. “We’re one in the same, my friend,†the man coaxes the beast. The beast simply twitches its tail and draws its elfin ears back. Both of us thirsting for blood but... At that moment the beast lunged at him. But he was fully prepared for the rush. He struck the creature’s shoulder with his blade as he sidestepped. The beast retorted with a swipe of his menacing arm, barely grazing the man’s chest. It was about to come headfirst into the man, trying once again to sink its daggers for teeth into him. But everything came to a stop. The beast stood frozen, blood trickling from its mouth. The man was the cause of this sudden halt. He had brought his sword down on the creature, point first. The blade now rested between the creature’s eyes and out through its bottom jaw. Its eyes slowly glazed over and its giant frame began to slump. The man slid his sword out of the hairy sheath it had created. The body of the creature landed on the ground with a thud. Its mouth wide open, tongue dangling from the side, blood still flowing from its open wound. “...gaining nothing.†Eight days. He had faced this kind of conflict for eight days. It never brought peace. He had slaughtered these murderous monsters left and right. They could no longer harm innocents. But what was the use? More would come. More would attempt to kill. He was a walking stench for these beasts. The man walked away from the corpse. There was no destination in mind. Isolation had become his closest friend, his blade his only ally. He eventually came upon a gnarled tree and leaned against it for support. He releases his sword, its tip sinks into the soft ground and it remains upright. He brings his newly freed hand up to his chest in order to suppress blood flow. The pain never came. It had simply become second nature. No physical pain phased him anymore. It just fueled him. Fight to live. Live to fight. That was all that mattered now. Eight days...An eternity could not compare. OOC2: (the character will be revealed slowly) darn twi and his literary influence...
tsk tsk tsk, ruf. you gotta learn to sleep!
Riku stops drying and hands the towel to Umi as they walk toward Cid's. "Thanks, Umi. We appreciate the towels." He then glances back at Kairi. "What candy did Sora want us to pick up for him? M & M's?"
twi's gf is jes a fig newton of our imaginations here. so dont worry ruf!
yeah. i'll get around to it when i can snatch me mom's digital camera. i mean borrow...! :D
ah! ruf's face revealed! awesome! you look like someone ive met before, but i cant put my finger on it...
SAME HERE! its awesome flying in dreams, it feels so real. it'd be cool to be able to turn invisible too. then you could sneak up on people all the time.
OOC: hehe! bro misspelled sorry. :D Riku caught the towel Kairi threw to him. Big guy...? "Cid's is a couple blocks that way," he pointed with one hand while using the other to dry himself with the towel. "I think we'll be dry enough when we get there."
i dont know you but welcome back anyway. and btw, im Riku's real #1 fangirl. :D
yay! more of twi's writing! can't wait! :D
Princes and Frogs by Superchic[k] :D :D :D
I think all holidays have been comericialized. Like you said, people think Christmas is all about the gifts nowadays. Even Easter has been turned into a day of sweets and presents when its suppose to be about Jesus' death on the cross, His resurrection, and His ascent to heaven. People can be so shallow sometimes...
1156 *Haunts Mish* OOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *cough cough* i think im getting a cold.
Peace by Rebecca St. James
