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Sailor Wars 2012 - Sailor Alenia
Name: Samara Esther Eve Daem-Alain, Crown Princess of Alenia
Birthday: The 18th day in the month of the Phoenix (August 27 according to the Earth calendar)
Skin: Soft complexion, naturally fair-skinned, but with a slight tan from spending time in the sun.
Height: 5' 6"
Likes: Samara is very studious, so she likes anything that she can learn something from: books, exploring, traveling, and talking with her people and fellow travelers. She also has a huge passion for writing, something that developed during her studies. She would write what she thought about what she learned, and she eventually started weaving her own stories together.
Dislikes: Samara is deathly afraid of fire. She was stuck in a freak shop fire when she was fifteen, during which she lost her boyfriend, Kaze Minarai. It is due to this that even the smallest flame will make her nervous, because she connects it with her loss, and fears she'll l
Sailor War: Sailor Charis
Name: Chiné Caethian
Birthday: April 24
Current Home: Signal Village, a super small lakeside village in the heart of the Terraced Hills mountain range in Northern Nevada.
Family: Her father died when she was a baby, and her mother died when she was 16. Her brother, Eibol, is her only living family left.
Likes: Paranormal Investigation. She loves feeling connected to the afterlife, and believes that by doing this, she can help those in limbo move on to heaven.
Dislikes: When things go wrong.
Strong Points: Chiné is thoughtful, and always strives to put others before herself. She is very good with listening to the problems that her friends might be dealing with, and is really good at coming up with strategies for investigating, battles, and even just silly little tasks her and her friends do.
Contest Excerpt No. 3
Samara closed her eyes and inhaled. She focused her concentration on her enemy, then exhaled while opening her eyes. She glared at her enemy, then raised her hands, palms facing the enemy.
A light flashed from her hands, and her enemy passed out.
Her sister looked at her in amazement.
"Wow! That was so cool! How did you do that?" Sabrina said, a mischievous glint in her emerald green eyes.
Samara smiled. "It's quite simple, actually. You have to completely focus on your enemy, and imagine your enemy falling into a deep sleep. You cast the spell, and, viola! Got it?"
Sabrina nodded. "Yeah, I think."
"Okay, then let's try it."
"Um Don't you think we should wake up Trent, first?" Sabrina and Samara glanced at the "enemy," their cousin Trent, whom they forced to be their practice target while Samara taught Sabrina how to use Lifesong.
Trent rolled onto his back and snored loudly.
"Nah," Samara said. "We'll just have you practice the Sleep Lifesong later. Do you w
Contest excerpt No. 2
The door opened with a click as Kaze trotted into the cottage, a large bag of groceries slung over his shoulder. Whistling, he disappeared into the kitchen.
Manos raised an eyebrow at Samara. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Kaze," she called.
Kaze's head appeared in the doorway. "Yeah?"
Samara glanced at him over her shoulder. "C-can you come out here for a sec?"
"Sure." Kaze walked over and kissed Samara's cheek. "What's up?"
Samara hesitated. "May I see your hand?" Kaze held out his left hand. She shook her head. "No, your other hand." He held out his bandaged right hand. Samara took it into hers and started to examine it, searching for the end of the cloth bandage. When she finally found it, she gently pulled the end and began to unravel it. Kaze snatched his hand away.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Samara glared at her husband. "I want to see your hand."
"Kaze," Manos interjected, "I suggest you listen to your wife."
Kaze hesitated, then held out his hand again in defea
Contest exerpt No. 1
KAZE BEGAN TO charge towards Kaine. Kaine braced himself while taking out his pistol. Then, with a sick grin plastered to his face, he raised his arm and pulled the hammer down on his gun.
Kaze skidded to a halt and froze. For a moment, he wanted to move, but couldn't. It was as if his feet were planted to the ground.
All it took was that single moment of hesitation for Kaine to pull the trigger.
Samara charged towards Kaze and shoved him away before the bullet hit him.
Kaze watched in horror as the lead bullet of Kaine's pistol penetrated Samara's thin, delicate waist.
Suddenly, everything seemed as if it were in slow motion.
Samara's back arched gracefully as she fell to the ground, a mix of shock, fear, and agony in her eyes.
Kaze ran towards her and caught her before she hit the ground.
Kaine straightened up and cackled at what he had caused.
Samara looked up at Kaze from his arms, eyes full of pain and tears pouring down her cheeks. The pain that radiated through her body ke
Fire, rubble, heat.
Fear, love, agony.
Within a matter seconds, all of my memories,
All of the amusement of the childhood we've shared…
Has it only been four years?
It seems more like forty,
Since the last time I saw your face,
The last time I heard your laugh,
The last time we smiled.
What have you been up to?
I know you're long gone, dead, departed,
But it still seems as if you're here,
Right next to me.
An adventure that I thought would never come to its end,
A journey with no beginning,
That's what led me here, to this room…
As I stare into the face of that long forgotten friend,
My surroundings, my companions,
And it was just you and me.
Has it only been four years?
It seems more like forty,
But now, here you are,
Standing right in front of me.
And now, let's rid of the memories of our forgotten past,
And create memories for our crystal future.
KH: Lost Dreams--Chapter 1
Chapter 1: An Ordinary Day
It was a radiant morning in Radiant Garden. A young brunette girl smiled from her bed as she watched the birds twitter and chirp on the branch of a tree that stood outside her window. It wasn't until a pillow came in contact with the back of her head that she realized she was not alone. Annoyed, the girl turned to find a girl with her hands on her hips, laughing. Her short, bright red hair bounced with every laugh, and the scar that stretched down her left cheek looked unusually small compared to her mouth.
"Gosh, it's 'bout time you woke up!" she said once she had finished laughing. "I was afraid that I would have to call the doctor! Or the coroner!" Her emerald green eyes glittered with a devious gleam as she smiled.
"Lexa, that hurt…" said the brunette.
"Roas, you're such a wimp! You need to toughen up! There will come a day in which Leon and the g
KH: Lost Dreams--Prologue
On a dark beach stood a young girl in a white hooded cloak. She looked at the grayish-blue ocean that roared like a lion as its waves gently crashed onto the ashen shore. Great black rocks surrounded her, and the pale moon hung slightly above the horizon. The girl stood out like a butterfly among bees. However, she enjoyed coming to this location. The sound of the waves and the eerie calmness was somewhat relaxing to her.
"~~," said a voice. The girl looked to her right and watched as yet another girl appeared out of thin air. "I knew I'd find you here. What are you up to?" The first girl paused as she stared at the moon.
"--, did you ever notice how the moon stands out among the cold, dark night?" The second girl looked at the first.
"Yeah…why did you bring up such a random topic?"
"Well, I've been thinking about my 'life' lately…and the people we're associated with. I really stand out from them. And not just me. You do, too."
"I do, do I?" The second girl took off her
Words in hugs and cuddles
Hey loved it when Donnie and he would cuddle. Yes they were older now, with Donnie being 11 and Mikey being 10. Yet somehow he still enjoyed the feelings he got when Donnie and he would huddle against each and cuddle. To feel Donnie’s arms around his shoulders holding him, shielding him, keeping him safe. It filled his chest with warm and happiness. It made him giggle and shift, trying to get Donnie to hold him tighter, while Donnie would giggle and do just that; wrapping his arms around his little brother even tighter.
“I like Donnie hugs.”
Behind him Donnie squeezed him a little tighter, while leaning in to nuzzle the side of his face. “and I like giving them to you.”
Again he giggled; this time from Donnie’s warm breath which tickled his neck and made him squirm. Making Donnie lean in and begin to tickle his sides.
Mikey squirmed, twisted and writhed. Doing his best to get away from h
Hitting the road-TG Caption
Danny pulled into Jackson's driveway. He shut off the car and opened the door. “I'll be right back, I'm going to go get him.” Danny said to Tyler who was sitting in the backseat eating a Twizzler.
“Alright,” he said munching on the red string. “Can you leave the radio on though?”
Danny put the key back into ignition and turned it to the radio setting.
“Yeah, I'll be back,”
Danny closed the door leaving Tyler in the car. Danny walked to the front door and knocked. He waited for a second then opened the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Styles, I'm here to pick up Jackson!!”
The living room TV was blaring the Spongebob theme song. Jackson's little sisters were sitting on the rug watching the intro. One of his sisters, Jenny, caught Danny walking in.
“Hey Danny!” She screamed.
Danny's other sister Jessica turned and joined in as well. “Hey Danny!”
Danny smiled and waved. “Hey Jessica and
yandere!Bertholdt x reader: Devil's spoke INTRO
By now, someone should have rousted you from bed and thrown you into training. The scratching of your nails on the mattress brought you out of your slumber. Softly groaning, you forced your eyes open and rubbed your face, everything around you still quiet. Your fingers tapped the headboard that sat against the wall, and your eyes scanned every detail of the bunk above you as your mind tried to wake up enough to consider leaving your sheets. The absolute silence reminded you that no one else could be awake. There were snores, peaceful sighs and tossing and turning. You almost missed the sound of heavy boots stomping down the hall at night, your father never practicing the art of not shaking the house as he walked. A rather obnoxious sound, really, but a sound at least.
At last there was a noise other than yourself. You heard the bed springs above you creak and you looked over to meet blue eyes. Annie, the girl that slept above you, was leaning over the side of her mattress; her upside d
words while sick
Mikey watched as in front of him Donnie coughed for a moment before letting out a gentle wheeze. “sorry……can't play……today.”
Mikey shook his head, “Downy be better.”
As he spoke he leaned over making sure the small blanket that was draped over his older brother covered as much of him as it could. Under the blankets Donnie smiled weakly. “I’ll…..be ok…… need rest.”
Behind him Mikey felt Leo and Raph shift, “we leave you now Donnie. Get better.”
Donnie nodded and closed his eyes, doing his best to draw in deep breaths but only succeeding in making himself cough more.
Mike felt his brother’s touch his shoulder, trying to get him to follow them out of the room. But he ignored them, shrugging off their touches as he moved in closer to Donnie. “help?”
Donnie opened an eye and looked at him. “m…Mikey?”
Mikey nodded, “how help?”
Donnie smiled wea
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7.5)CHAPTER 7.5
Slowly Donnie woke, blinking as he slowly sat up. looking across the room he bit his lip. Raphael had shifted, he no longer lay under the covers and blankets but instead sat sitting on top of them. he’d pulled on his underwear and pants with his shirt slung over his shoulder, while he held his head in his hands. As Donnie watched Raph's sides shook slightly. “R….raph?” Donnie’s voice made Raph flinch slightly, yet still the red turtle turned a little to look at him with one eye. “oh……sorry…….I…….I didn’t mean to……….wake you.” Sitting up a little more Donnie made sure to keep the blankets around his chest and neck; there was no need to remind Raph of what had happened the night before. “raph……..are you…….ok?” he watched as Raph took another breath his sides shaking. “I………I……….” h
The Gatherer of TwigsThe flames don’t burn. They itch... as week old tattoos often do. A wildfire of orange and gold crawls from my ankle to my knee, my left leg engulfed forever. I’ve been branded by a demon, its soul sinking into my skin like enchanted ink.
This happens every time, I carry one mark for each soul I have reaped. My right forearm bears a feather from a Phoenix, there is a lone wing in blinding white that takes up half my back from the only Angel I've ever taken. Vibrant cerulean and jade scales swirl around my neck like a collar- those appeared after a pair of Selkies. A tangle of hissing snakes wrap around my left thigh thanks to a nasty, ancient Gorgon. I also have waves on my ass cheeks from a snarky Leviathan and a zombie Chihuahua dressed in pink on my left bicep from an even snarkier Hellhound.
I am a reaper, guiding the souls of only supernatural beings to the afterlife. I am not Death. I do not wear a hooded cloak or carry a scythe. Death is a cranky bastard and ri
Paperthin Hymn: EpilogueChristian stirred the vegetable mixture in the skillet and lowered the temperature to a simmer. The savory smell still carried into the office/studio space in the room adjacent, where boxes were currently stacking up slowly but surely. The windows were always open at least an inch or two these days. More, if the weather was permitable. Angel statuettes were gathered up in careful hands and wrapped up in layer upon layer of tissue paper. Despite their falling out, Natasha had come through with those clients who wanted his work. It was a huge blessing that one of them happened to fall in love with his angel series and rush order nearly half of the entire stock. He was in a good mood. Today was a Thursday night. Cadence said she would come tonight.
Humming to herself, Cadence folded her wings and easily landed on a windowsill. She breathed a soft, contented sigh as she looked through the window and smiled. It was impossible to stand here and not think of the rainy day she had first stood
The Queen's Festival
-Held the day before the coronation of the new queen and her king consort
--Princess Samara and her husband, Kaze, are being crowned Queen and King
-Festival has a special significance this year
--Great War occurred exactly one year ago
--The final battle was fought where the location of the festival is, the Sanctus Castellum, a citadel in ruins from that battle
--One tower remains intact.
---The Sword of Light, the source of protection for Alenia and it's allies from their enemies, and the symbol of Alenia's victory in the war, is on a pedestal on the balcony of the tower
-Samara and Kaze enter the citadel.
--Samara solemnly looks up at the Sword of Light as she enters.
---She was the one to place it there.
---She and Kaze are considered war heroes for their acts of bravery in the Great War
-A group of citizens begin to dance to music being played by a band of minstrels, and Samara and Kaze join in.
-Samara and Kaze sneak away from th
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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