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HI
just wanna say im still alive just don't post on here lately cause no stories have really hit me. Im mostly on my other two blogs:
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Break Free
Getting to its feet standing to its near five foot height at his shoulder. Lanky shaggy wolf structure with foot and a half long sabers from his mouth. His body was littered with transparent tubes sloshing with blue-green liquid. His eyes a round teal floating in black diagonal diamond pools. Thick black collar with ‘Property of US Government’ in gothic white letters. A barcode tattoo on his left shoulder with a infinity symbol just above his right elbow. Along his left flank singed in his fur the world ‘VIRAL’ was visible.
Head started shaking violent a loud whine tore from his throat. His head shaking violently from side and side. His eyes shrinking to a crescent moon shape while slowly bleeding a bright crimson red. The more red it became the more vicious his face appeared. Eyes setting in the crescent shape it glowed a brilliant red as a rabid snarl tore from his throat.
Eyes trained on the metal door in front of him. Moving to the back wall crouching low his mussels becoming taut. Pointed tail swishing behind him before his body released the energy. Rushing to the door he rammed into it hard. Putting all three hundred and fifty pounds into the door. The metal buckling before falling to the ground in a large thud.
The human guard fumbling with the shot gun in his hand. Just as he was able to get it leveled the man was never able to get a single shot off. The canine, code name Viral, lunged at him. Using the four inch long claws digging into the skin as his near full weight bore down on his chest. A sickening crunch of the man’s diaphragm and rib cage breaking reverberated off the walls.
Leaping away Viral tore down the hall. Sniffing the air while the world around him appeared like a digital layout in shades of red. Words appearing as he came to certain areas to let him know where he was at that moment. Pin point accuracy things to the super computer that now acted as his brain.
Most of his original sweet personality remained with his memories from before the experimenting occurred. An error though when the scientist downloaded his programming. A virus was brought along with it. When it became activated he became as he is now. A violent blood thirsty beast.
As he entered the main area he was greeted with a large group of guards and scientist alike. Crouching down snarling violently. Nearly all of his teeth showing as he rolled his shoulders. Eyes locked on what his mind perceived as the only real threat in the room. The head scientist who did most of the work ‘improving’ him.
With a leaping start he rushed head on at the man. A sharp pain in his right shoulder as he jerked to that side just slightly. The grazed bullet wound doing little to deter his mission. Within striking range his mouth opened wide.
Latching onto the head scientist neck his sabers slicing through the soft flesh. Seriating thin arteries and destroying the windpipe as he pulled back. Muzzle and teeth sprayed in blood. Fur soak in the crimson life force as it dripped slowly to the white tile floor.
The man grabbing at his neck blood flowing from the wound as he gurgled. Sinking down to his knees before falling face first. Making sure the man was terminated, as he could still sense a faint heart beat, he slammed his paw down on the man’s upper back. Paw going into the back breaking the bones and severing the spinal cord. Wrenching the bloodied paw out he turned to his left.
Pain radiating from his back left leg, blood trickling down. The wound from the shotgun slug just under one of the numerous tubes that kept his new system working. The human who had caused the wound shaking. The whole body tremor caused the gun to fall from his hand.
Snarling instead of running out the open door now clear he went for the man who wounded him. With his claws he sliced the man’s stomach open. Blood slowly started to leak before a river formed. Kicking backwards when one tried to sneak up on him. Hitting the man in the pelvis cause him to fall backwards.
Snapping a scientist’s arm half off when he came to close. The needle that resided in the hand rolling away useless. Growling low he turned running full speed out the building. Breathing fresh air for the first time in years Viral’s eyes started to revert back to normal.
Regaining his mind he whimpered at the actions he had just committed. Though he was grateful in a twisted way. Because of this horrible thing inside of him he was able to regain his freedom. Howling with joy he ran head long into the thick surrounding forest.
Like wow i have 18 followers thank you all so much i didn't think it would get past 10 since all the writings are original work thank you.
Not My Fault
Ava sighed as she rested her chin on the open palm of her hand. The brown patches over her eyes seemed darker from her lack of sleep. She just started working at an intern in the prosecutor’s office. Scattered out in front of her several different case files she was in charge of. Reaching over she reached for her ice coffee. Taking the straw into her mouth she was about to take a long draw.
“Oh there has to be someone here that can help me for a few minutes,” A sharp voice came from the hall. Ava’s head perked up hearing it. The voice was of her new boss. A short but ferocious woman especially when in the court room. The dark tan fennec fox could make even a huge wolf gang banger whimper from fear.
Putting her drink down Ava stood up. Smoothing her wrinkled dark gray suit she walked from her desk. Checking her tie one more time she decided to put herself in good grace with the one who signed her pay stubs.
“Ah Mrs. Richards I am available,” Ava said with a warm smile on her face. Anything to get away from the files. Even a few minutes would be heaven the lines were starting to bleed together. After she offered her service Ava saw something in the woman’s arms. There sucking their thumb was a baby probably no more than six months old. It had the fennec features of its mother but the corgi white and reddish orange markings of its father.
Richards looked up hearing the voice. Her ears perked relieved at finally getting some help. Walking over she placed the baby in Ava’s arms. She liked kids but the young twenty-three year old usually didn’t have kids placed abruptly in her arms.
“Ah yes you’re the new intern its Alexon or Alekdon was it the Russian sounding last name,” Richards said, “Watch her for me I have a meeting my husband had something sprung on him I will be back in twenty minutes to get her.” With the last words the fox kissed her child’s head before running down the hall.
Ava stood dumbfounded in the hall for a couple minutes. Finally shaking her head she turned heading back into her office. Using her foot to clean an area on the floor big enough for the child to play before kneeling down. Placing the child in the center of the cleaned spot she gave her a few toys that was on her.
The baby taking the hard plastic ring and chewing on it in content. Happy to slobber all over as Ava returned to her desk. Shaking her head as she looked at the files she picked her drink up. Slowly drinking from the cold caffeine rich concoction. Sitting on a clean former of her desk she watched the baby.
After nearly fifteen minutes the young woman started to nod off. The lack of sleep starting to get the best of her. Reaching up she rubbed her face trying to keep herself awake. The last week she had at most twenty hours of sleep and it was a Friday. Finally loosing the fight the young woman fell asleep, drink in hand.
About five minutes later the hand holding the glass went lax. This causing the drink to collapse in her lap. The cold sensation causing Ava to wake with a start. Standing up she started furiously whipping at the wet patch.
“Oh shit man shit shit I can’t believe that happened,” Ava swore forgetting about the set of sensitive ears in the room, “Shit man this is going to stain I’m sure of it man I don have money to replace one of them.”
As she furiously tried to clean the coffee off she paused hearing a high pitch giggle. Eyes widening her head snapped to the source of the sound. There her boss’s baby clapping her hands, toy in mouth still. Thinking of how old the child was she prayed they were to young to repeat what was just said.
“Aleksandrov what are you doing!” Mrs. Richards voice snapped from the door way. Ava looking at her biting her inner lip.
“S…sorry ma’am my drink spilt I was trying to clean it up,” Ava said trying to explain. Before either woman could say another word though something peeped up.
“Shit shit shit,” A high pitch giggle said followed by the sound of clapping hands. Ava’s eyes widen jaw dropped when she heard the baby saying this. Her body shaking in fear eyes locked with the much shorter woman’s eyes. Really her boss was a at least a foot shorter then her maybe more but right now she seemed to be a slobbering rabid saber tooth cat.
Mrs. Richards’s right eye started to twitch hearing her daughter saying this one word repeatedly. Walking over she picked her daughter up gently. Looking at Ava she shook her head.
“Last time I ask a fresh intern to watch my little one you are not allowed to be alone with my kid until shes old enough not to repeat everything said to her,” Mrs. Richards snapped before walking out.
Ava watched the fox leave with her body stiffer than a block of wood. Only when her office door was shut did she let herself relax. A hand resting on her forehead.
“Oh man I got lucky…no more babysitting,” She muttered to herself.
!I didn't draw this was made with a generator on DeviantArt!
This is Tri-Lights she runs the lighting/sound director for the local theater. My friend talked me into making one so here it is Fender!
Don't know why but i felt like doing a mass upload of some old work. Some of those are like eight years old others are only two. Hope you enjoy them.
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Unexpected
Sitting on a tall golden throne a young man sighed. His blue eyes seemed to be glazed over as he moved his right hand up to move a stray strand of auburn hair. Light bounced off the gold arm bands and rings on his right arm. The arm bands and rings on his left arm and around his neck sparkled with the light around him gave a light contrast to his bronze skin. Breathing in deeply he let it out slowly, his white and gold silken covered chest rising slightly. Tonight was a celebration of his birth. Now in his eighteenth year he was the ruler of all of Egypt, his name was Ankah. Running a hand threw his hair slowly he sighed yet again. Why oh why do I have to sit through all of these boring so called parties every year? Ankah questioned in his mind. Hearing faint footsteps of bare feet on the marble floor Ankah’s head shot up. Internally groaning was an instant response upon seeing who was approaching him, an advisor from his father’s old court. The aging man seemed to struggle with every step up the stairs. Ghostly white bangs draped down his face as the rest restrained with a leather tie at the base of his neck. The tan silk top and slacks were so lose on the man it made him appear as if he was wearing a small tent. Seeing a semi small box under the aging man’s arms Ankah motioned for a guard to help him up the remaining stairs. Stopping directly in front of Ankah the man smiled. His shriveled lips seemed to crack as they moved to the simple motion. Ankah hid back a shudder; the man’s yellow teeth always make a shiver go down his spine. He alone was the only reason as a child up to now he kept his teeth clean. “Ah little Kah how is the big man today, I have something for you,” The old man smiled, holding out the wooden box to Ankah, “Im sure you will enjoy it.” Ankah raised his delicate eyebrow as he examined the box in his lap. Roughly two feet in length with small holes dotting in random areas it was a puzzle to him. Putting his hands under the small lip of the lid his fingers roughed against the grains of the wood. Slowly lifting he blinked before a shrill high pitched squeak tore from his throat. Popping out from the box was a medium sized weasel. Its big royal blue eyes staring up at him were a stark contrast to the golden fur along the weasel’s body. It seemed to be only two feet long, just barley reaching from tip to tip of the box. Carefully Ankah took it out of the box, smiling down at the golden weasel. He fingered the solid bronze collar around its neck with jewels around it but he raised an eyebrow seeing the royal blue markings on the right side of its face. “I know he doesn’t seem impressive but trust me Kah he will be very helpful in the not so distant future,” The man smiled up at Ankah. Ankah bit back a laugh as he ran his fingers threw the weasel’s fur. He just nodded his head as the man continued to talk. Sighing as the party came to an end Ankah stood, cradling the weasel in his arms. Calmly walking to his room he nodded his head as he past servants. Slowly opening the door he maneuvered the weasel in his arms when he tried to get down. “Hey, hey clam down little Raj….yes Raj that’s your name,” Ankah smiled down at the weasel. Raj looked up at Ankah, smiling as if he approved of his chosen name. Sitting Raj down on the soft, silken covered bed Ankah removed his shirt and jewelry slowly. Running his left hand slowly threw his hair as he sat down. Lying back he relaxed gradually, his body molding to the bed. Curling onto his left side he pulled Raj into his chest. Running his hand threw the fur slowly he sighed, his eyes dropping. As his eyes closed he was cut off to the world, never noticing the strange sky blue glow coming from Raj’s eyes. Just three days later the old mans words seemed to come to fruition. A group of rouge bandits had accomplished what seemed impossible. They had summoned servants of Anubis. The black furred jackal like humanoid creatures were sleek built for running and taller than any human. Long thick claws jetting from their hands were made for rendering flesh from bone. Ankah stood, breath coming out in pants, in the center of the battlefield. Shredded clothes hung off his shoulders in strands. The scimitar in his hand was barely held, the grip fraying. He rolled his shoulders, bringing the scimitar to guard his chest against the creature in front of him. The force of the attack sent him sliding back, deep gouges in the sand in the area in front of him. Running forward Ankah rushed the creature, sending his scimitar pierced its chest wall. Letting out an ear piecing screech, similar to an owl but higher, the servant dissolved into black sand before blowing away in the wind. Panting Ankah lifted his head just in time to see another creature coming towards him. His body wouldn’t give another ounce to put up a defense. Smelling the fowl brimstone breath of the creature drawing closer he closed his eyes as he waited for the inevitable. Hearing the creatures screech he slowly opened his eyes. His jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. There standing in the sun, growling down at all the creatures was Raj. Somehow the little weasel was now taller than the creatures standing in front of him. His fur stood on end, his long tail turned sleeker and whip like. Turning to his side Raj used his tail to take down another creature while letting out a growl. Turning he smiled down at Ankah before racing into the battle field. Running through the rest of the creatures he let out a loud growl as the bandits ran away in defeat. Letting out a short snort Raj calmly walked over to Ankah. Rubbing his nose against Ankah cheek Raj slowly shrank back to normal. Ankah smiled, slowly and carefully lifting the little one off the ground. Carefully walking up to the palace, he ordered for the wounded to be taken care of while the guards who were in relatively good condition were ordered off to capture the runaways. Sitting in the hospital ward getting his injuries checked out he looked down at Raj. The little weasel was curled up in a tight ball in the young mans lap fast asleep. Running his free hand over the fur he remembered what the old man had told him. “Hmm I guess I was wrong, you may not look like it Raj but you were a great help after all,” He muttered before looking up, hearing a nurse walking over.
Crying
In The dark a cry is heard, Bone chilling sorrow. Tears streaming down my face. I cry for the one, The one in danger. One will not live, Live to see the morning light. Another dies in the middle of the night. When will this all end? All the killing, All this bloodshed, All the dying. I just want all the death to stop!
Guiding Light
When all else fails you can always, Always come to me. I will be you’re guiding light, Threw the blackest night, I will always be by your side. Even when everyone leaves, When everyone abandons you, I will always be there, No matter the storm, No matter what happens, I will always, Always be by your sides, Being your guiding light.
Paradise
Here we are again, Standing on this cliff, Looking at the snow crusted ground. Wondering where we are, In this world. Looking around the area I wonder, If we will ever, Ever see more than this? Looking over you smile at me, Making me realize no matter what, I am in paradise with you.
Repetitive
Here we go again. The same old things, Over and Over again. Why is this so repetitive? Same day in and day out. The world is just a song, Always set on replay. When will it all end? When will the next song play? I just want something new! Something different! Why is it so repetitive? Let the next song play!
Guardian In The Mist
A small dark gray wolf pup whimpered curled underneath an old pine. The old tree working some to keep the rain from drenching her. Moving her nose slightly something odd stuck out. There across the bridge of her muzzle a slash of bright blue fur. Sniffing she rubbed a paw cross her closed eyes. Tear streaks slightly matting the fur near there.
Hearing the sound of a twig snapping her head lifted eyes opening wide to reveal pools of blue swirled with gold. Looking around rapidly she slowly rose onto shaky legs. Trying desperately to find the source of the noise. Her eyes finally stopping on a small clearing in the thick underbrush.
A small gurgled growl escaped her throat as she bore her teeth. Slowly as if one with the developing mist an adult wolf emerged. Its coat black as coal with the exception of its front legs. They were while like fresh fallen snow. Its eyes on first glance seemed to be void of all color. Looking closely though one could see the slightest hint of gray in the milky depths.
“What is such a small pup doing so far out in the forest all on its own?” The wolf asked. The voice while soothing was obviously male. The tone helping the pup to start relaxing.
“I gots a lost,” she explained, “No one plays with me and the sitters gets a made so I go play on own.” Her voice while thick from crying held no hint of fear.
Frowning hearing this the adult slowly walked over to her. Once he was where she was he laid down curling around the pup. Keeping the cooling summer wind from getting to her slightly wet fur. Her body going stiff as she looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Shh don’t be afraid I won’t hurt you my name is Tosca what’s yours little one?” the now named Tosca asked her.
“My name is Alexis,” the now named Alexis answered, “Why you being nice?” Her question making Tosca chuckle while nudging her to relax.
“Because I think a pup out her alone is wrong,” He explained, “I’ll stay here watching until someone from your pack finds you.”
“Doubts they looking I trouble maker,” Alexis grumbled while slowly laying down, “That’s a why no one likes me.”
“That’s not true I do you are a special pup,” Tosca said, “And I am sure they are looking it’s just the rain is slowing down the search, now sleep.”
Alexis looked at Tosca not fully believing him but her eyes were slowly closing. Not enough energy left in her little body to stay awake let alone keep the conversation going.
Tosca smiled down at her before settling himself to watch over her. Just as the rain was letting up he started to growl. Low enough for the wispy shape in the dark to hear but not enough to wake Alexis. The shape lingered for a moment before slowly fading into the underbrush with a low laugh.
An hour later Tosca looked up again hearing the sound of running along with sharp barks. It seemed to be little Alexis’s pack was closing it. Standing he nudged the pup to wake her. Laughing when her yawn ended with a slight squeak.
“Time for me to go little one your pack is nearly here,” Tosca told her, “Next time you are alone call I will always be here for you.” After saying this and making sure she would be alright for a few minutes he took off. Seeming to melt into the underbrush.
Alexis sat still looking towards the barking when the pack rushed into view. Two females running up to make sure she was uninjured.
“What were you thinking being out here alone,” One asked her, “You could have been hurt of worse!” Alexis whimpered but let them fuss
“But I wasn’t lone had sitter,” Alexis told the pair. The male accompanying them huffed out a sharp laugh.
“Pup your send is the only one here aside from ours now you must have dreamt up this sitter,” He scolded.
Alexis went to snap back he was wrong but stopped. If they didn’t want to believe her fine. Tosca would be her friend only. She didn’t believe the male she had smelt Tosca’s sent, felt his fur, heard his voice. He was real she was sure of it.
As they lead her away Alexis decided to look over her shoulder. What she saw make her ragged chewed on tail wag rapidly. Just in view was Tosca. He was real. He was waving his bye to her. Turning back around she moved faster to keep up with the adults. A large smile on her muzzle.
((Based on an old RP I did with a couple friends in HS. Alexis belongs to me, might put a picture of her up here. Tosca belongs to my friend she can be found at http://inkspillsandponyfeathers.tumblr.com/ though she says Tosca is abandoned she is still his mommy!))
Wow Anons really just gonna spam me with this crap huh -_-
Ok got another author alert notice on FF.net Really hope its not for my PKMN fanfic cause that one is dead in the water i have no desire to finish it. Was supposed to be just a clean up on the writing until i saw how much was wrong with it. Turned into a whole re-write which lost intrest in quickly.
But whenever i get one it makes me feel like i need to put stuff up or try to finish the one story. Anyone else ever feel like this when they get one?
Also yeah not dead just always on my other account instead.
Limbo
Darkness that was it all around her. No matter where she looked. She couldn't even be sure she was moving. In all honestly she couldn't feel anything. It was like she was just a consciousness floating in a sea of never ending darkness.
"How many did I subject to this?" She wondered. It was worse than hell! Danny's description didn't even begin to explain it. Sure she was now free of 'reaper'. She probably scarred her mother when she shredded herself.
"Mom, wonder if you took your door or not," She mused. If she hadn't there was a chance she would wind up like she had. She prayed to anyone who would listen that didn't happen.
Though she had to wonder if this is where you went for shredding yourself or taking the wrong door, what was hell like? How could anything get worse then this? She could only think of one thing. Seeing the faces of those she shredded on loop. Eternity of that would have even a harden criminal repenting she was sure.
"Wonder if the guys got my message," She wondered again, "Are they alright even did their plans work?" She hopped with all her heart they went better then hers. Though in the back of her mind a small inkling of doubt.
"Josh, Aiden please be alright," She prayed probably for the thousandth time. Her boys had to still be alive. If, no when she got back she would make it up to them. All the crap she put them through because of her actions. Any way she was able to. It was selfish she knew but they had to still be alive so she could.
Living with them the past year they were like a family almost. Most dysfunctional on the block but family none the less. She would get back and they would be fine. Just as the last part past threw her thoughts piecing the darkness a cold laugh sounded.
Just To Let You Know
To those who follow me i wont be on this blog much unless inspiration sparks. Which lately besides wanting to draw silver/myself in house robes not much in way of my characters beating me upside the head has happen. Ava dose that a lot but shes the newest and hasn't had much love. Those who don't have characters are going to think those last few lines were weird i just know it. *Shrugs* oh well.
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