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Topic: A tavern of sorrow...
Subject: wise words...


The woman thought for a moment as she listened to the words of the man and she listened to all he had to say, considering his words carefully. A serious look having lingered upon her lips as he mentionned about his family. Nodding almost knowingly she replied "So your family has cast you to the four winds, in which you've seemed to develop into the perfect image for a king. I noticed such a thing when you walked through the doors, but that is not why I came to speak with you. I sought nothing along the lines of riches, nor even a partner, but perhaps with some convincing that would change."

Silently she studied the man's actions and watched as he ate the cheese. When his words reached her ears she couldn't help but smile warmly hearing the determination in his voice. The smile widdened from ear to ear as she spoke anew "Confident are you to reclaim the throne which is rightfully yours. Few have the determination I see present in your spirit, and in your eyes. I believe that should anyone set their heart upon achieving something, that it's always within reach." the woman's eyes glistening slightly as she spoke with a certain wisdom known to a select few.

Selina smiled warmly to the man's words about destiny. Nodding anew she smirked "Indeed, the God is good to us. He never delivers us anything we can't handle. The majority of humanity do not understand that he won't place before us a path that we can not surpass. Everything he places before us, is to help us grow in all aspects. He leads us to things that he knows we can benefit from, and to grow as people of his kingdom." the woman laughed softly as she believed the words, but she didn't consider how much she believed them until this moment.

His final words caused her to smile warmly "With every closed door, a new window of opportunity is opened. We cannot decide what we're given, but only what we can do with the time that is appointed to us. We may not always agree with it, but we've only put our heart in the right place, and every obstacle can be overcomed. As it can also be that were you to reach for the stars, the entire night sky would be in grasp as well." her words jumping slightly from many wide words she'd heard and considered herself. The words she'd spoken were as much for him, as to convince herself that the choices before her were simple to conclude, should she allow herself to be bold enough to blaze them.

Posted on 2007-02-25 at 22:24:15.

Topic: A tavern of sorrow...
Subject: confession...


Selina had been sitting quite relaxed in her chair as she watched the man undoubtibly making judgement of her every answer, as she was doing for his. The man's movements spoke much louder than the words she heard him speak. Her eyes keeping upon his, until she heard the footsteps of the maid. Icy occulis dart towards the man and she shook her head "I'm fine thank you" her eyes having directed towards the maid who'd glanced towards her. A smile upon her lips she nodded her dismissal from the maid to leave them alone. Her eyes seductively returning to his as she smirked some in a playful manner. Selina was always gifted in seduction, even when she wasn't intending to draw attention. The woman smiled warmly as thoughts raced through her mind at the offers she'd encountered in her past. Heartbreaker Selina was a known nickname which accompanied her title as Sorceress.

Silently she listened to his words and she spoke anew "What path has been lain before you feet? If you don't mind answering that is." she fell silent and she placed her hand idly upon the table, almost as an invitation to seek his. Selina smiled softly as she heard the man speak in regards to her staff. The woman smiled prouldy "Tis a family emblem I received it when my mother passed away. It contains much of my knowlege. I've walked many worlds, and I know much more than my appearances would reveal. The teal gem is of great value to me. Without it, I would go insane." she fell silent after such a confession.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 20:43:53.

Topic: A tavern of sorrow...
Subject: a thoughts to consider....


Selina listened calmly as the man spoke towards her and she couldn't help but keep her eyes locked upon his. However now and then they seemed to drift down to his lips as he spoke, but when she'd noticed she quickly sought back his emerald eyes. The woman smiled warmly as her eyes matched that of the teal gem for a moment as she heard his words and watched as his thoughts must have been running wild.

The man's silence got her thoughts going wildly about what she thought of the man. He was firmly built, and he was a very respectful individual. The woman continued to allow thoughts of her current judgment to pass through his mind until she heard his words. The woman allowed the blush to surface as she replied "Mi Lord, I'm as you see me, I would not change my appearances unless I had to. When I enter taverns i'm always the way I grew up. I don't change my appearances because I'd rather appear weak, than to allow my appearances to put others at bay." the woman smiled warmly as she listened for his next words. Her icy gaze continuing to hold his but occasionally it would fall down to his lips.

Selina bit her lip gently and she blushed softly to his words about travelling a path together. The young sorceress smiled warmly "What path could support a sorceress and soldier, both unsure of what lies ahead for them? What say you to instead of walking a path that's already planted, to instead blaze a new trail. I do not like following what other do, I like making my own destiny. To create my own future, and form it the way I'd like to see it." she fell silent after summing up her thoughts. A smile played across her lips as she took another sip of her wine her eyes playfully catching his and diverting her attention.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 19:39:11.

Topic: A tavern of sorrow...
Subject: a burning desire...


The man's first words had drawn her deepest attention. Without knowing that she was a sorceress, he told her how out of place she was in such a place, and he used himself as an example. The smile drew upon her lips "Appearances can be deceiving. I'm more at ome in a tavern, den all other places in the world." her voice steady and determined. The woman's english was wonderful for having only learned last year.

Hungry eyes sought out his well formed smile and she bit her lip slightly as she'd fallen in love with his perfectioned smile. Her thoughts dwelled upon how charming his smile was upon her, and she bit her lip gently her eyes flickered up to meet his gaze. Listening to his words once again she smiled warmly, a full hearted smile towards him. The womans icy eyes shimmered beautifully in the dimly lit tavern "It is very good to remain educated in such a day. You never know when it will be useful to use such manners. I must say that you look very handsome this day." she fell silent as she fought back the heat that was rising in her cheeks to support a blush, but the colour never altered in her features.

The woman had taken notice of the man's eyes having narrowed slightly at the mention of her mother. Listening cautiously to his words she couldnt' help but emit a soft laugh "I have no stand in teh schemes of teh world. I go about my life minding all that's mine, and expecting others to do the same. I live my life for me, and I do not follow my mother's rules. Had I followed her rules, I'd not have ended up being the sorceress I"ve become today" she'd allowed it to slip that she was a sorceress. The woman's stance in the world was indeed as she'd told this stranger, she would fight against what she thoguht to be evil, and from what she'd learned through innocence to experience. Silently Selina smiled towards the man and her icy eyes shimemring with desire but the source of her desier would remain unknown.

The man's features changed often and she listened to his words anew. The woman spoke warmly "The winds that brought me here are mere curiosity genes that i've inherited. I'm always looking for new places to explore. The tavern scene is my favourite, there's much to be learned in taverns, if one knows where to sit, and how to appear" the woman's words bearing mysterious nature about them. Silently she studied how he 'casually' looked about them, and she leaned back in her chair, still firmly grasping her staff. The fire crackled occasionally in the background as they discussed matters from weather to more personal questions.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 18:09:48.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: hells yeah...


Yeah I"m a proud canadian


Posted on 2007-02-24 at 17:13:13.

Topic: A tavern of sorrow...
Subject: studying...


Selina smiled warmly at the formal introduction that had just been displayed on the man's behalf. The smile grew wide when the man's lips brushed against the soft surface of her skin. Silently and attentively she listened to the words the man offered and calmly she smiled warmly "Very well, Malaki then. It is how you wish." her heavy accent having her pronounce words in a strange way. The smile only grew upon her features as she noticed the man's emerald eyes flashing over her skin. Ice occulis took notice that his hand remained idly upon his weapon which brought her to further respect the man she'd just met.

Politely she listened to the man's words in regards to her name and she tilted her head slightly impressed with his knowledge of the history of her name. The woman's voice warm and spiced only slightly with surprise "Few know the meaning behind my name, my mother named me, she was a seer. Before the cold war." her voice even almost as if she could care less what had happened to her mother.

From the seat across from the man she studied his facial features. The man's green eyes shining brightly on his dirt covered face had been the first feature she'd noticed since he'd entered the tavern. Skilled occulis having taken notice of the man's nose and that it had been broken several times, but that it wasn't disfigured noticeably to the human eye. Next her eyes fell upon his lips, the woman noted that they were rather small in size compared to the rest of the man's body, but then, they always bore a small smile upon them, even when he was indifferent to a subject. The man's body was muscular, she couldn't help having noticed that after her eyes had settled on him when he'd threw open the door. His eyes having been the first thing she noticed, but his body falling in a quick second.

Selina sat her legs crossed and her left hand firmly grasping her staff, but to Malaki, it would appear as if she barely held it. The gem atop the staff always glowing teal in colour and occasionally the woman's eyes would perfectly match that of the gem. Silently listening as he'd countered her wise words, with some of his own. Nodding, an amused look surfaced to her features as she heard his final words "Indeed they do." she smiled warmly to the man. Her right hand finding the base of the cup as she lifted it gracefully towards her face. The womans soft lips parting slightly as she felt the copper of the cup upon her lips and the liquid flowing into her body. Icy occulis close for a moment as she enjoys her taste of the new wine offered at the tavern. After the liquid was devoured and starting it's downfall through her body, she opened her eyes slowly but quickly returning to his.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 16:58:03.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: yay...


I'm finishing up my grade 12 right now actually, but yeah, really looking forward to moving to Toronto. I'm so excited.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 15:50:51.

Topic: A tavern of sorrow...
Subject: introductions....


Selina could feel his eyes drinking up her appearances as she had managed to do for him only moments before approaching him. The smile playing across his lips had drawn her attention rapidly and she allowed the smile upon her lips to be warmer and feel the emotions she felt stirring within her body. Icy eyes locked with those of the man as she set her drink down and extended her hand as she offered a firm handshake. The sorceress smiled to the man as she listened to his words "It's a pleasure to meet you M'Lord Malaki. My name's Selina." she left out the part of her being a sorceress, for she didn't think it wise to reveal such things in the current age.

The smile playing across her lips as a great deal of her body was revealed leaving many areas that could be wounded, one of which many might consider her insane for displaying in the open. Selina bore the appearances of a sex slave, for she allowed very little to be covered, but then sorceresses couldn't wear much armor if they wanted their spells to be potent. Silently reflecting about the man she nodded to his words about sitting, and she allowed herself to do just that. Pillars folding at the knees as ice occulis keep locked upon those of the man known as Malaki. When her middle found support, pillars gave way and crossed beneath the table.

The man's final words allowed a soft laugh to erupt from within her. The woman's heart beating steadily beneath the cage which held her main organs in place and offered a small deal of protection. Selina smiled as she drew in a deep breath and replied "Worry not for appearances, they are only skin deep and they change more often then not" she fought back laughing because she'd just recited a saying that she'd been raised hearing. The woman's eyes shot towards the fire and the flames sprung to life to burn higher and hotter than they'd done since his arrival in the Tavern. Soundlessly she returned her gaze to meet his and the smile lingered upon her lips faintly.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 15:49:23.

Topic: A tavern of sorrow...
Subject: a meeting....


The rising red sun's rays were disturbed from shining in to the tavern from a window by the large silhouette who crept across the grounds. Icy occulis dart towards the silhouette as the wooden door slammed hard against the inside wall of the tavern as he'd enterred. An expressionless face studied the man who had recently entered, taking mental notes of everything she could. The axe, the clothes, a rough estimate of his weight and weight. Anything she could figure out about the brute who'd just entered would help her in the end. A faint smile played across her soft lips from the darkness where she chose to dwell.

The fire dancing soundlessly in the fireplace, which in turn heated the tavern to a suitable temperature for humans. Selina's gaze lingered upon the stranger who'd just entered and she continued to take notes about the way he drank and moved. Slowly crossing powerful pillars, as digits grasped her staff firmly, the gem glowing softly in the dimly lit tavern. Thoughts racing through her mind about what she should do, and she decided to approach the man. The wine she'd ordered remained untouched on the table, yet her free hand surrounded it as she picked it up and directed her path towards the table where the man had taken a seat. The warmth of her features glowing slightly with a smile that lingered on her soft lips and in her eyes. The woman's footsteps would have alerted the man of her approaching presence.

Upon reaching the table the young woman's body seemed to show no sign of scars. Her flawless features standing before the man accepting a hungry gaze were it offered, yet she smiled softly "Good evening Sir. Would you mind if I joined you?" her voice warm and glazed with a french accent. Selina gave a nod of acknowledgement as she stood firmly in place, gravity working in collaboration with her as she kept storing information about the man in her mind. The sorceress bearing a strange aura about her as she stood before the man awaiting his words. Digits on the verge of fidgiting but the brave soul of the woman caused them to remain steady as she listened to the words both spoken and unheard.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 14:57:58.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: *thinks*


Uhhh, what if I NEVER EVER EVER leave the inn? Then I will keep aging in the in long after my bodies gone, my spirit will roam the inn.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 12:57:11.

Topic: Short Stories
Subject: thankz


Thank you very much, and there's nothing to fear. I want to know honest opinions on what to change. I want to improve everything I own to the best it can be. I want to be a novelist. I'm starting on my first novel as soon as I can figure out a topic to write it on

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 12:54:18.

Topic: What would you do with a million pounds?
Subject: pounds?


I would cut it off, just to see if I bleed lmao...sorry it stuck in my mind so tired right now, you've no idea...but hmmm, a million dollars I'd be in heaven!! I would buy myself a house in Niagara Falls, pay it all off, and a car, pay that off, invest the rest into a savings account. Then let it accumulate for like uhhh, 20 years while I worked and then go on a trip 'round the world.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 02:58:01.

Topic: It drives me crazy !!
Subject: *thinks*


Not that I can remember, I know a lot of drinking games, but don't think i've heard that one...

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 01:38:11.

Topic: It drives me crazy !!
Subject: eeek...


That sucks...my brother, when we were younger, like 4 years old, maybe 5, and I have a dollar or something, and he had a nickel and he traded it telling me that he had more and he was doing me a favour...

Years later when the power went out he would tell me to turn on a light or the t.v and I would be like "it's not working!" and I'd keep flicking the switch or whatever to try and get it working, and they laughed at me, I got upset and ran off to my room. I miss my temper tantrums.

Posted on 2007-02-23 at 20:40:54.

Topic: It drives me crazy !!
Subject: always winning...


Want to know my secret? You always say "I'll bet you $20 I know who will win tonight's game" and they'll be like "okay" and you'll be like "shake on it" and when you make it official answer: "The team that scores the most points during the game will definately be the winners"

Posted on 2007-02-23 at 19:28:41.

Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: Martin..


Yeah Mark Martin should definately won. He let off because of the wreckage, it's not cool that they didn't throw the caution. It bugs the hell out of me. I was so upset when I watched the ending. He'd performed so well only to have the race rigged so that harvick won

Posted on 2007-02-23 at 18:58:12.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: *pouts*


I'm sorry, I did not intend to make you feel old. Seeing as we're only as old as we lead ourselves to believe. I must quote Garfield now: "You're only young once, but you can be immature forever" good ol' Garfield has never failed me

I must seek some good rp, I'm bored of waiting for a post...*goes to search for something to occupy her time and mind from endless studying.*

Posted on 2007-02-23 at 18:53:03.

Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: good question...


I think it's more the fact of accenting on the title of the show. I wouldn't know, don't actually watch spongebob, I think I've watched one episode, maybe 2, and that's only because I was babysitting my little cousins.

Sponge Bob Square Pants

My guess is that they wanted it to be apparent that he's different then everybody else.

MY QUESTION: Why did Kevin Harleck win nascar when it clearly should have been a caution!?

Posted on 2007-02-23 at 18:17:36.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: thankz for making me feel...


so young...gosh, I feel like I should be part of something because I feel so young and like immature and such. I mean i'll be 19 in a week from tomorrow. I'm excited for that, but wow, I didn't know I was so young compared to others on here. *shrugs some* I need rp to survive!!

Posted on 2007-02-23 at 18:03:25.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: okay?


So yeah, definately bored...if you wanna see a picture of the real me you have to add me to msn or yahoo or myspace or something.

Posted on 2007-02-23 at 00:04:17.

Topic: A tavern of sorrow...
Subject: A tavern of sorrow...


The red sun rose in the east as the winds swept over the lands from the north whispering softly for all to hear. The sky a blanket of ebony as the sun had barely begun it's ascent into the skies above. Animals of the night finding shelter to sleep during the day, while song birds began chirping merrily from the arms of trees. A mockingbird sat comfortably on a low branch in the forest above the trail leading to the Tavern.

The soft sound of leaves crackling under the weight of a creature would stir wild animals into hiding. Ice occulis darted about the shady forest as muscles grew tense and quickly relaxing as a woman walked through the forest. A mysterious staff in hand which supported a teal coloured gem at it's tip which forever shined with power when in the hand of it's mistress. Ebony roots sprouting from the crania of the human woman who walked through the woods without an escort. Snug fitting, low cut, army green outfit surrounding her body in all the right places. A belt full of herbs and other useful materials for sorcery, hung idly from her hips. A cape fell down to the ground, the outside the same army green as her clothes, yet the inside was decorated in blood red with foreign ebony designs. Selina's fair skin accented by the dark colours surrounding her body as she walked nearly soundlessly through the forest.

The fresh scent of fall fresh upon the morning breeze as she noticed the light brightening only a few metres ahead, her pace quickened, but not once did her stride lose from it's elegance. The muscles in her face tightened slightly around her mouth forming a soft smirk to play across her features and rising into her eyes. The steady rise and fall of the woman's chest indicated that the pace was habitual to her. Nasils flare and dilate hungrily devouring the oxygen to feed her lungs and flood her senses with the scents of the wild with a dash of stale whiskey. Icy orbs dart towards the tavern door as she stops infront of it drawing in yet another deep breath. Drinking the scents of her surroundings with caution she pushed open the door to be greeted by the dimly lit tavern and the heavy odour of nicotine and moonshine. Closing the door behind her slowly, the door creaking in protest as she turned gracefully towards the empty tables.

A soft nod towards the bartender and she began walking towards an empty table in the corner of the room. A fire blazing low in the middle of the southern wall. As she directed her path to the table, the steady tapping sound of her boots pounding upon the hardwood floor drew the attention of any lingering in the tavern. A faint smile displayed upon Selina's features as she kept her staff firmly in her hand, but unnoticibly so. A mask of serenity hiding her emotions of the silent tavern as she pulled the chair from a table the bumpy sound of wood against wood rand in twin peaks. Ice occulis close to the familiar sound as she sat down at the empty table and allowed all her muscles to relax, save for those in the hand grasping the staff. Soundlessly, and idly she sat as if waiting for expected company.

Posted on 2007-02-21 at 17:59:16.

Topic: Short Stories
Subject: Short story in progress


A voice unheard

The humidity was thick in the valley where Bryson and his ancestors had lived, for as far back as anyone could remember. The winter had been treacherous and they knew that spring would arrive early that year. The beautiful blanket of blue was cluttered with clouds of grey and black which foretold a terrible storm was rapidly approaching. The valley always flooded when spring arrived and this year would be no different, save perhaps that they would be prepared for the flood, unlike previous years. Bryson took it upon himself to build up walls to stop the nearby mass of water from rising and wiping their homes and clan members away.

The village where Bryson had lived his entire life was called Akuji and was well-known to everyone in surrounding areas. The valley having received its name from its new beginning every year after spring had sprung and summer was heavy upon them. The troubles of the previous year having been washed away in the spring floods and the land was new thus achieving its name Akuji which means “dead and awake”. Spring finished as the scents of flowers summoned the summer months, where the sun would get so hot that one would think the water of the lake would disappear.

Bryson lived by himself and was one of the authority figures in the town of Akuji. A well-known tribe who has always been proud of their powerful warriors and dedicated families. Women were treated as if they were royalty and men would obey a woman’s every command without a second hesitation. Bryson however had been a rebel in his teenage years but recently he had began to comply though he remained without a spouse or any form of woman to rule his life. The man was in his mid twenties and he had watched over his younger brother after his parents had died but before he had married.

A tall man with broad shoulders emerged from the shelter of his home slightly off the river bank. Dark features but a smile that could charm any women he wished, though since the death of his parents he hasn’t smiled. Chestnut locks and mud colored eyes accented by his tanned skin would prove a perfect man for many though he kept his emotions hidden. Bryson was a man with an attitude but would not smile even to the most humorous of things. On this day however, he decided to venture into the forest of his ancestors and seek out the trespasser. Word around the village had told him a young man was lurking through the forest of his ancestors and that he was killing the sacred animals and eating the blessed fruit. Bryson was a powerful man in his village and he had an attitude that would scare anyone who crossed his path, whether it is friend or foe. Few men had ever seen his bad-side but legend spoke of his short patience and violent past thus forcing many to fear him.

The sun was hidden behind the dark clouds as the man had stepped out of his home dressed in a black outfit and wearing a hooded black cloak. A sword hung from his belt in its sheath but hidden beneath his cloak, and with such weather few would dare make a challenge, yet he knew this young man to be wild and was just being extra careful in arming himself for his mission. Bryson wore a leather bindle upon his back strapped around his broad shoulders as he embarked upon his mission into the forest of his ancestors. The steady sound of his black boots hammering upon the cement leading from his house to the main streets was all that could be heard save the beautiful singing of birds. The man walked on even as the clouds gave way to the rain which was only the beginning of a terrible storm. “The first is always the worst” or at least those were the words of his ancestors passed down from father to son through the generations. The main streets were deserted as he continued down the path leading to the main gates of his village where he’d turn east and after a good league would come upon his destination. Bryson was looking forward to arriving where he’d have some shelter from the storm, but also be able to finish his mission as quickly as possible. The man’s mission rang repeatedly through his mind as he walked down the lonely road towards the Forest of Ancients. “Find the boy and bring him to me, we shall figure out a punishment when we can decide how severe his crimes” and with that the man walked on.

The sky lit up in a flash as lightning struck in the distance and thunder sounded shortly after the bolt had struck. Rain continued to pour heavily, as the man’s clothes were soaked from head to toe, before arriving at the wall of trees which revealed the dark forest of his ancestors. Bryson stood still allowing the rain to be absorbed into his cloak as he muttered a prayer to the Gods that he could be given a safe passage through the forest and offered help to find the savage. After a moment of silence he stepped forward and into the dense forest that now lay before him. Bryson waited at the border of the woods as he thought of a plan to capture this wild man who roamed the forbidden lands of his people. After what seemed like years the man began down the path of foot prints that appeared old upon the mud filled earth. A wild goose chase this would be, like finding a needle in a haystack. The day would indeed be long and hard yet he was determined to successfully complete the mission he had been assigned. The tracks he had been following had suddenly stopped beneath a large willow, which caused Bryson to withdraw his broadsword silently. The familiar song of his sword being withdrawn from its sheath rang into the whistling of the winds against his features.

Posted on 2007-02-21 at 17:50:03.

Topic: Short Stories
Subject: Short Stories


Whisper in the Night

In the lonely darkness of Nunavut lived a beautiful child named Waya Ebony Skeksis. This child had only a mother who went by the name of Radinka; which meant hyper. Waya was 6 and Radinka had to provide her with shelter over her head and food on the table so she had no time to find a way to get her a present. She decided to give her the same gift her mother had given her at the age of 7; an ancient Inuit carving.

Every night Radinka would put her daughter to bed wishing her safe dreams then retreating to the forbidden room. The forbidden room contained many ancient artifacts and anything of great value. Of course this included the gift she had received from her mother the Inuit stone carving which was named Ojagalaak after her great great great grandfather. This carving had been passed down from mother to daughter throughout the generations and Ojagalaak had been her best friend since she was a little girl. It took a lot to give it to her daughter hoping she would take as good care of it as she had and her mother before that.

Tomorow would be Waya's birthday and Radinka was positive she would give this precious carving to her only daughter. Waya was anxious for her birthday therefore making a good night sleep very difficult. She had stayed up well past her usual bed time wishing time would progress much faster. Radinka had now went into the forbidden room to wrap up her daughter's present and her best friend.

For the first time as far back as Radinka could remember had Waya ever slept well into the day. Radinka was worried though she decided against waking her daughter she would give her her present during breakfast. Only shortly after Waya had woken up and came downstairs. Radinka handed her daughter her present after she had cleaned her plate. Waya's expression was nothing but surprised and amazed. She could not believe the detail in the carving "Thank you so much mom" words showing fascination. Radinka had replied: "Your very welcome dear" clearing the table now she added "his name is Ojagalaak my best friend and hopefully one day he'll be yours aswell" her words were firmly spoken. Waya was full of amazement and she smiled holding the sculpture of this very well detailed carving of a red eyes dragon. Radinka had now returned to her chores and Waya had retreated to the solitude of her room which now held a sign 'Do Not Disturb'. Radinka had cleaned the entire house spotlessly now yelling for her daughter to join her downstairs for supper. Patiently she waited for what seemed like hours the food almost cold and still Waya had not joined her. Radinka grew worried about her daughter since she had already finished her supper and cleaned up after herself. Radinka decided to check on her daughter Waya and after creeping up the stairs she opened the door to her daughter's room. As she peered in she had noticed that Waya had fallen asleep with Ojagalaak at her side so she smiled and slowly the door creaked shut. Hearing the door shut Waya had opened her eyes and softly whispered something to Ojagalaak. After asking Ojagalaak to watch over her and her mother she had drifted off to sleep peacefully feeling protected by the carved dragon.

It was now Radinka's day to sleep in and Waya did her best to stay quiet when she woke up seeing that Ojagalaak was alive. His red eyes followed her and he had a silvery gold colored scales. his tail about half the length of his body from what Waya had noticed. He looked over to Waya with his blood eyes and he spoke "I have been sent to you to help guide you during these tough times in your life Waya" and with these words spoken Ojagalaak had smoke exiting his muzzle. Waya's eyes widened as her once carved dragon was speaking to her and using her name. Waya wanted to yell though she did not want to anger her mother by waking her up even through her fears she found the dragon fascinating. The night before Waya had asked him to watch over her and now he was doing as she wished of him. Quickly Waya had gotten dressed and went downstairs made her mother breakfast and ate her own. She was so amazed by Ojagalaak that she was anxious to find him again and she had retreated to her room right after breakfast. Every day it seemed she was locked in her room with Ojagalaak which did not sit too well with her mother Radinka. She was getting worried about her daughter.

The days turned into nights and nights into weeks where Waya would spend free time locked up in her room with Ojagalaak. School was on it's way and this was her last day of summer before she had to return. Waya was worried that Ojagalaak would be left at home before realizing he would be able to fit in her backpack and she would not have to leave his protection. She had put her entire trust into her mother's gift hoping he would not let her down. In fact that day he had set a few people on fire, eaten a few of the teachers papers and he had torched the principal's hair. Ojagalaak was a bad influence on Waya and she had been too blind to notice this. Radinka had been waiting at the door for Waya to arrive at home especially after the call from her school. As she opened the door to the house she had seen the look of anger on her mother's face. Radinka was more then angry with her child and she stood hands on hips "What happened at school today Waya? Why was it I had over five phone calls from your school?" her face blood red with frustration and anger she stared deeply into her daughter's eyes. Knowing she was going to be in trouble "Mom nothing happened they mixed me up with another girl at school" she lied to her mother hoping to not get into as much trouble. Radinka knew the truth and she paced over to her daughter's backpack and emptied it out seeing that her once carved dragon was plenty alive she let out a high pitched scream. Waya began to cry and Radinka took Ojagalaak and threw him into the fire "I don't want you to ever speak to the spirits of our ancestors again!" this was a firm demand. Waya's tears filled her eyes and were falling down her cheeks she yelled back at her mother "That was my only friend how could you?" she lifted her hands to her face. Radinka full of rage tried to calm herself down with little success she sent Waya to her room grounding her until further notice. Waya stormed upstairs into her bedroom slamming the door behind her making the antiques in the forbidden room shake. She ran to her bed and she continued to cry as she lay locked up in her room until her mother told her otherwise.

Radinka paced around downstairs for a while furious at the fact that Waya had ever lied to her. After a few hours of relief she made her way upstairs with a blank mind and she knocked on her daughter's door. After five minutes with no reply but the sound of muffled crying she opened the door and she crossed the room to the bed and her daughter. She sat down on the edge of the bed and she looked to the ground "Waya I'm sorry I yelled at you I'm just so disapointed in you right now, you should have known better then to have lied to me" she turned her gaze to her daughter. Waya's voice muffled by the pillow was heard by her mother "I'm sorry it was not my decision, Ojagalaak told me to say that, we had a mind connection and those where the words he told me to speak" she was still crying; her voice trembled. Radinka looked to her daughter and she placed her hand on her back rubbing it along Waya's back "Waya I thought I raised you well enough to know wrong from right no matter who says what" she smiled softly to her daughter now. Waya sat up and nodded "It won't happen again mom, I know not to lie to anyone because all it does is it causes pain to those around you" with those words they hugged and sat in silence. Both cuddling together they fell asleep the lesson learned by Waya remained with her for the rest of her life.


Posted on 2007-02-21 at 17:49:27.

Topic: Random Poetry
Subject: random poetry


Hey thankz That's just a bit of my rough stuff...been working on them on the hard copy.

Posted on 2007-02-21 at 17:48:13.

Topic: Random Poetry
Subject: Random Poetry


Sweet Silence


I’m trapped in a world of silence
All emotions hidden from sight
Humanity is falling to pieces.
I’m holding on by a thin thread

Sweet Silence drives me crazeh
happiness drained from all beings
Praying for the Sound of life
I’m waiting on the edge of a knife.

I’ve forgotten the sound of water
The feel of the wind against my face;
The grass against my skin
All memories shaded by a blinding light.

Sweet Silence drives me crazeh
happiness drained from all beings
Praying for the sound of life
I’m waiting on the edge of a knife.

The taste of food teasing my senses
The sight of the world is grey
Colour and happiness have left this earth
Living in the shadows with nothing to remember.

Sweet Silence drives me crazeh
All happiness drained from all beings
Praying for the sound of life
Im waiting on the edge of a knife.

The moon has rose high into the sky
Devouring the grey of the world
The stars flicker like candles
I’m enjoying the sweet silence

Lost

My thoughts are lost
Lost in the sea of despair
Nothing left but sacrifice
The world is small and dark.

My mind has wandered
Wandered away from my body
I’m no longer one person
I’ve been torn in two; mind and body.

I’m lost in the darkness
There’s no light for miles
Voices echo in my head
I’ve finally crossed the Crazy Line.

My feelings disappeared
My heart has shattered
I’m lost within myself
Scurrying in the darkness of despair.

My beliefs have diminished
Little hope remains in my eyes.
I’m lost in a dark room
The worlds collapsing from beneath me.

I’m lost in the darkness
There’s no light for miles
Voices echo in my head
I’ve finally crossed the Crazy Line.

Why am I so different from others?
No thoughts, no feelings just emptiness
I’m lost to all humanity and those / love
There is nothing left for me; I’m Lost

Starring through the tainted glass
I’m left alone with my worst enemy.
I can’t seem to find myself
I’ve been lost for quite some time.

I’m lost in the darkness
There’s no light for miles
Voices echo in my head
I’ve finally crossed the Crazy Line.

A Dream of Tears



My world is black and white
Surrounded by friends I feel so alone
There is a light at the end of a dark tunnel
The tunnel that I call my life.

My life is nothing but a dream
A Dream of Tears and hate.
Everything goes wrong
Leaving nothing but heartbreak.

Everyone around me is happy
I’m alone in the world once again
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs
Nobody can hear my plea for help.

My life is nothing but a dream
A Dream of Tears and hate
Everything goes wrong
Leaving nothing but heartbreak.

My everything is nothing
and loneliness my best friend.
Cold and alone there’s nothing left to fear
Death would only be welcomed with open arms.

My life is nothing but a dream
A Dream of Tears and hate
Everything goes wrong
Leaving nothing but heartbreak.

Dark times have come
and devoured all hope for light.
Happiness is only a dream
Nothing more, nothing less.







Soaring


I’ve been guided through the dark tunnel
I have finally reached the light at the end
It is not the end but a new beginning.
A life with the chance of love.

I’ve been driven away from the crowd
Reeled in on the wings of love
Nothing can bring me down any more
I’m a new person in the same body.

I’m soaring in on the wings of love
Soaring into reality, fun, and good times.
I’ve never felt so free in my life
I’m the happiest person in the world.

I’ve changed the course of my life
Nobody can reach me now
Only happiness and love found me.
I’m no longer alone in the world.

I’ve been noticed at last and saved,
My cries for help hushed by security.
I’m safe in the arms of love,
Nothing could go wrong; I’m freed.

I’m soaring in on the wings of love
Soaring into reality, fun and good times.
I’ve never felt so free in my life
I’m the happiest person in the world.

Is this a dream or reality?
Everything has turned for the better
I’ve lost my best friend and found another
A better friend; a friend called love.

I’m high up on the wings of love
Soaring through the clouds in the sky
Nothing can harm me when I feel this way
I’m no longer lost; I’ve been saved.



Confused

I’m bored and confused
Lost in time and thought
There’s nothing left for me
I’m not sure what to do.

The path I’ve chosen
Has left me confused
What’s left to be decided?
I’m alone and confused.

My days are numbered
My time dark and forgotten
I’ve nothing left to cherish
My life has been unraveling.

The path I’ve chosen
Has left me confused
What’s left to be decided?
I’m alone and confused.

It’s gone too far to return
Nothing left but confusion.
Should I follow others?
Or make my own path?

The path I’ve chosen
Has left me confused
What’s left to be decided?
I’m alone and confused.

Hope is only a mirage
Dreams are darkened
Thoughts flooded with rage
Is anyone listening to me?

A new change


It’s been a confusing trip
Through all emotions and time
Nothing had gone good
Nothing left to fear only myself.

I’ve been through a new change;
A change for the better
The chance for love has been granted
and I’ve never felt so alive in my life.

A new change has come over me
One I’ve accepted with my heart.
I’m a new person both inside and out
I’ve made an important change.

I’d never forget the reason for my change
Feelings have returned to their fullest,
I feel one with the universe; with love
Nobody can bring me down from this high.

I’m one with the world and it’s creatures
There’s a permanent smile on my lips
Swept over by love I’m overwhelmed.
This new change is a good change.

A new change has come over me
One I’ve accepted with my heart.
I’m a new person both inside and out,
I’ve made an important change.














A Whisper of Hope

The heat of the sun
The burn of the wind
The bite of the whip;
Only one thing was worse.

The names they yelled,
We could take with pride.
There is only one thing
That brought us down.

It was not what was given
But instead what was forgotten.
They ignored what was rightfully ours
Denied us what we’ve been given at birth.

We’ve only a whisper of hope to guild us
A whisper of hope to give us strength
A whisper of hope to live fully and happily
To help us strive to achieve Freedom.

The luxury of being free of restraints
Is what has been so readily denied.
We will fight with the only ally we hold
The whisper of hope that one day we will achieve freedom.

Stone walls do not make a prison;
Nor iron bars a cage.
The perception of a person;
Decides what to make of life

Freedom is seldom granted richly.
Something which once was free, but is no longer so;
We now must vote, fight, die for the Freedom we desire.
A Whisper of Hope shall set us Free for eternity.










Sacrifice


Some will die for it,
Others will vote for it.
Many will simply hope for it.
Although deep down; everybody yearns for Eternal Freedom.

A sacrifice that we don’t realize is in effect,
Will one day be the death of me.
To fight for what is right,
Is the reason many die proudly.





Devils Own

Fell in love with the devils daughter,
What made me think that I could have her?
You’ll never amount to anything
Was all I’ve heard from my old man.

With a smile she pierced my heart,
No matter my game she’s much too smart.
Following in her father’s footsteps,
She cheats, deceives and bargains to win.

Slowly falling into her wake,
You begin to notice she’s no fake,
But it’s much too to escape.
You’ve given her your heart and sold your soul.

She’s the devils own.
His pride and joy.
His secret weapon
Against humanity!

Black and Red Roses

A woman is sitting in a bar,
And a stranger walks up behind her.
He flashes a bouquet of black and red roses.
Which she accepts and curiously studies.

The man smiles to her; taking a seat.
The woman smells the roses,
When she hears the man speak
“Their lovely smell reminded me of you”

His explanation got him a gentle smile.
She traced her finger along the black roses.
The man continued his explanations
“The black roses have grown in the wild, like your spirit”

She was slightly surprised by his knowledge.
Her fingers slowly trailing over the tops of the red roses.
The man smiled and without concern went on,
“The petals are soft like your skin”

The woman started getting nervous now
She didn’t remember this man
Yet he knew everything about her.
“The unique bouquet of roses made me think of you”

“The black showing mystery and hurt,
The red symbolizes passion and love.
Putting them together made me think of you.
Just like you, they are perfect!”

A Lucky Gal

She’s a man’s deepest desire.
Tinkering under the hoods of cars
Beneath the mysterious gaze of the stars.
I’m dazed at how she can play with fire.

There she sits, as always, peacefully reading.
Not once have I caught her with idle hands;
She’s always busy digging through the lands.
With no fear of getting dirty; she’s all I’m seeing.

She’s such a lucky gal
Busy fighting away guys,
Like humans shoo flies.
She could have any Tom, Jack or Al.

All types of men try to court her,
They spoil her with an assortment of flowers.
They take her out for dinners which last for hours.
They try to buy her love with coats of fur.

She’s got teddy bears galore,
This beautiful gal is always booked.
What else is there to say? I’m hooked.
And she’s the only woman I adore.



Posted on 2007-02-21 at 14:25:59.

 


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