hokay. soo. here's what's up.

[vintage vasilica]

DX Not helpful Auds! XD

[audrey johanna o'dell]

really? aw i'm sorry!
you can copy and paste one of your best posts then,
that better?

[carter alexander johnson]

Carter stared at the horizon, from the top of the hill he was standing on. He was looking around at his new home. His eyes caught the sparks in the distance and the lights from the fireworks. A few seconds later, he heard the bangs. He had calculated that he was roughly 6 miles away from the excitement. What's going on? he wondered. What are they celebrating? It was the in July, so his first's thoughts were the Fourth of July. Then, he remembered he wasn't in America anymore. Carter had been on the run for much too long, and in Ireland for two little to adjust. He still awoke at wierd times, due to the difference. He just had trouble getting used to it. That's why he was on the hill, to try and get it into his head he wasn't home, not anymore. He could never go home.

Carter's mom had been abused for years by her husband. One night, when her husband went for Carter, she snapped. She dove in, and the two fought. The fight came within reach of the handgun, and Carter's mom was the one who grabbed it. She killed her husband without a thought. Then, she wept. As police siren's were heard, she told her son to grab some clothes, through them in a bag, and run. If he ever needed a home, he was to go to her sister's in Ireland. She was a successful lawyer, and could house him. He agreed, and left without looking back. Ever since then, he'd kept moving onward, stealing what he needed: cars, food, some minor electronics to sell at pawn shops, etc.. Basically, whatever it took to survive. He eventually made good on his promise. He stowed away on an airplane bound for Ireland, and eventually found his aunt. She took him, and did her best to try to raise him right. Sometimes, it was too much, but sometimes, it was just right.

His mind wandered back to the fireworks. When he got a good look, he realized who it had to be. After he befriended this one abnormal kid at school, he found out the kid was a werewolf. The kid was really wierd, he just didn't seem normal. Now he knew why. He was informed of all the things supernatural, and learned some neighborhoods. This one happened to be vampirical. It meant they must've had a good feast. He shivered at the thought. He looked away, and scanned the rest of the town. He saw the hospital, the river, and the bridge, and the forest way in the distance. People tended to avoid it because many wolves ran there. He almost wanted to go there because of it. Wolves were cool, and very good animals. Amazing senses and endurance, they ran the woods unopposed, except for man and werewolves of course. His mind wandered with all the possiblities. He could've stood there all night and wonder, if it hadn't started rained. Dammit he thought, and took off running down the hill, careful not to slip as the road became wet and slippery. Just my luck.

ooc: In case you don't know, this is Prowl on a different account.

[meg amelia myst]

ok. I am in a real writing mood today. haha. as in, I typed up 2 pages of my book. *gets choc bar*

ok back in character now.


the fireworks dazzled in the midnight sky, setting a huge mist behind it. Meg thought it was just like her; sparkly at the front, but a huge cloud of secrets from behind.
"Justin, I need to tell you the truth," she sighed. Her hair was being carressed by her loyal boyfriend.
"I.... I need to be vegetarian. I need to live a normal and happy life," she exhaled deeply. Her boyfriend was not a vegetarian, and far from it.
The cold chill made even Meg's hair stand on end. The setting was perfect, but her secrets where tearing her apart. Like the firework itself. Rising...rising... all those lies.... rising.... and now, they where exploding; releasing for the whole world to see.
"If I don't get my quiet time now, I am going to freak," she kissed her lover's beautiful hand, and ran towards the forest nearby.
The trees danced in the wind as she came to a hault. (sp, sorry.)
"I can't keep these secrets anymore..." she told herself. "I need to tell someone... I need to tell someone..." she sniffed, then ran towards her hometown, where many people would stand.

[vintage vasilica]

(( "Abnormal" xD Perrin doesn't like being called "weird" either))

Hookay, hear goes! Be prepared for some serious flashbacking! As for what the heck is going on, its mid-way through a "dog fight" (actually with planes x3) in the Battle Of Britain WWII -pokes Wikipedia- Oh, and if you don't know the song, its "Bird Of Prey (Sunset)" by Fat Boy Slim, a video of the song is here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOEcxoxwd08 (just skip to 1:10 for the song to start)

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
In the summer sky
Flying high

My hands flew over the plane's complicated gears, with an ease most only found in a well oiled machine. Well oiled machine. It is weird to think of oneself, or another, as a machine. Living only to serve. As if we don't anyway, serving ourselves, serving God, serving the prime minister, serving nature, serving whatever cracked leader we happen to be trapped beneath. Our own bodies become a prison, a carcere in Latin. Its torture to sit there and sit still, always waiting, always wondering who will next take control. Your heart or your brain? Logic or love? I feel like I'm losing my mind sometimes, unsure of what I'm doing here, in the sky. Soaring above everyone, oh so high. A daunting thought really. To think, once we were flightless birds, stuck to earth like we were part of the rock face ourselves, for eternity. How short lived that eternity was.

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Gently pass on by
Flying high

It is a good thing I have fast reactions. Most of the pilots in my squadron are vampires too, we need to be to withstand the altitudes that we, and we alone, dare take our plans too. And to twist and turn away from bombers, who wish to land us in the vast blue ocean below. Sleeping with the fishes, literally speaking. I have once, just for the heck of it. The dolphins are irritating, but the sharks so graceful. True killers, their glittering hides like iridescent dapples of darkness below the water's surface. Lying in wait beneah a cloud of fish. Much like myself at present, except i wait amid a cloud of purest mountain mist. Scotch Mist. Well, no actually. Amid the enveloping, soft arms of of a dense sea fog. I can't see that far ahead of me, not helped in any way by the ash and thick red substance coating my pilot windows. Alluring, in a strange, eerie fashion.

Flying high
Flying high
Flying high
Flying high
Flying high
Flying high

Take me on your flight
Flying high
Flying high

The plane dipped a little, resting as it was on an updraft. I was being careless, I realised, but my hands only had to touch the acelerator for the plane to spiral upwards into the sky, bursting through clouds into pure sunlight. I could see German planes spinning left and right below me, my vision blurred by cloud banks in the shape of rumbling waves, swirling around my wings. My plane was a registered Spitfire, a personlized model with a few, ahem, Federal implants. I'd tampered with it, for the blunt truth. One of my hands left the controls, flicking strands of errant autumn hair back behind my ears. My keen azul eyes were skiving the air below me, looking for a target. There. Half a mile below me. A stray German plane, drifting on a hot breeze. Perfect. Not that I have anything against Germans, its just my job. As a "Spitter", as we got nicknamed, we are involved in the air combat. Nice.

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
In the summer sky
Flying high

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Gently pass on by
Flying high

Flying high

I dived. It was a steep one, the improvised harpoon I had constructed on the nose of my plane harrowing through the air, the slipstream blinding either side. If I'd still been alive, my ears would have popped, an painfully too. Aside it was, a smile flickered across my face, extending to reveal a wide leer. My teeth flashed, one hand poised over the firing lever. I could feel every loop and dip in the plane's movement, feeling me with exctastic feelings. Joy. Joy in the air above me, around me and below me. Well, not below me, when the errant plane spotted my harpoon spear through the clouds towards their deck. I saw the pilot's face flash white from beneath their black helmet, moustache bristling at the unfortunate event facing them. Hey, it wasn't my fault really. I was just doing my job, albeit a bit too cheerily, and skilfully.

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
In the summer sky
Flying high

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Gently pass on by
Flying high

I felt he shudder than ran threw my plane as we collided, serrated harpoon edge first. The high keening call, a veritable shriek, the whine of the other pilot's dying engine as his plane started to disintergrate around him. I twisted the plane expertly, skewering his good and proper, before drawing back at speed. The collision had shook my plane, but not destroyed it. It was completely intact. However, it wouldn't be for very long if it remained close to the enemy skyship. Skyship, ha ha. More like sky dingy. I drew back, farth enough to avoid the shrapnel that rocketed out of the explosive engine. I'd pierced the fuel tank, and now flames licked the fall debris from what had been an aircraft. A smile graced my lips for a second, before fading. My eyes tracked the progress of the disintergrated craft as it plummeted down, a twinge of regret stopping my descent. I twisted my own 'Fire away, soaring off into the clouds again, like an overgrown bird of prey.

Flying high
Flying high
Flying high
Flying high
Flying high
Flying high

Take me on your flight

Flying high........

[audrey johanna o'dell]

nice everyone!
now we just need chelsea and quin!

[meg amelia myst]

lol mine is like a bug compared to vintage hahahahaha

[vintage vasilica]

Vintage: Mua ha ha! Quail in the presence of my Spitfire! -cackle-
Perrin: .... X/
Juvenia: Please don't tell me he's real o0
Xanth: He is ¬_¬
Curtis: -paying no attention, dancing randomly in background-

[mellany nicole davis]

Andria Gold

Andria slid the bodice of her dress down over her slim body. Stepping silently across the creaky floor, she pulled out a man's tunic and a pair of breaches that she hemmed to fit her. Pulling them on, she pulled her hair up into a tight knot to where she look like a man. Snatching up a pair of boots, one slipped from her grasp and clunked to the floor. Andria closed one eyes and her ears strained, no sound. Exhaling in relief she pulled the boots onto her feet. Creeping back over to her bed, she tip-toed so the heels didn't clack on the hard floor. Putting her cloak onto her back, she tied it around her neck. Exiting her room, she closed the door silently and walked down the stairs. She lived in the King and Queen's Palace. Along with their wretched daughter. Escaping through the kitchen doors, she ran down to the stables.

Black Death stuck her head over the door. "Its about time. I was afraid you were caught." the mare snapped quietly. "Oh shut up." Andria hissed. A deep English accented her speach. The mare rolled her orbs and dropped her head so Andria could put the bridle on. Andria quickly strapped a man's saddle to the mare's back and led her out. Thank the heaven's for the hay that was put upon to stone floor that muffled Black Death's hooves from clacking. Once they were outside, a cool breeze picked up, picking a few strands of Andria's light brown hair from the knot. She swung up onto the tall mare's back and urged her into a gallop, away from the Palace and into the forest.

The full moon was visible through the trees as they raced down the forest paths. Every corner was black. Andria didn't fear though. Down in her boot, she had a knife. Then there was Black Death. Then there was a sword strapped to the saddle. Black Death jumped over a log that was strung across the path after a passed storm. The night was beautiful. Stars twinkled and seemed to watch as Andria raced through the forest. The mare's breath was visible in the cool night air and so was Andria's. A smile was plastered to her face. It felt good to be free. It was amazing. "Come on Blackie. Lets see what you've got!" Andria urged. Black Death snorted and pinned her ears, that were lost in her mass of mane. Her thick legs stretched into a thundering gallop. Andria laughed, but it was carried away by the wind.

Soon, Andria pulled gently on the reins and Black Death slowed to a brisky walk. "Wow. I never knew you were that fast." Andria teased. The mare snorted and gave a playful buck, just to jostle Andria little in the saddle. "I wish I could live like this. Be able to come out and ride like a man everyday." Andria said idly. "Yes. It would be nice." Black Death responded. Andria leaned down and scratched the mare's lean and muscled neck, and she responded by dropping it. Andria smiled proudly at her mare. "We have been together for three years and I don't know much more about you then I did than." Andria said and chuckled. Black Death snorted, "Well. Than what do you want to know lass?"

"Where were you born?" Andria asked curiously. "Well. I was born across the deep water." she began. "My father was a great and legendary war horse, and my mother was a prized brood. When I was born, I was offered over 2,000 pounds. The owner wouldn't sell. Saying I was to precious. Then when I turned two, your father came across the great waters to buy me." she paused. "So that is where my father went for a whole week..." Andria sad. "Yes. He bought me for 10,000 pounds. An amazing bargain that my master could not refuse. Then I was brought to you." Black Death finished. "You seem to have great bloodlines." Andria said. "Oh yes. Royal bloodlines." the mare said and chuckled. Before the mare could place her foreleg down, an arrow struck through the muscle in her left front leg.

"No!" Andria cried as the mare fell to her knees. She slid from the saddle and landed with a painful thud. "Run Andria!" Black Death cried as she struggled to her feet. "Not without you." Andria snapped and ran over to the mare. Kneeling down, she jerked the arrow from her leg and winced at her pain filled scream. Placing her hand over the wound, a blue light glowed there and it closed, the muscles pulling together and the tissues being repaired. Andria swung back into the saddle and pulled the sword from its sheath. Looking up, she saw a flash of silver and she was knocked from the saddle. Andria climbed to her feet and grabbed for her sword but the attacker kicked it away from her. "Bastard." Andria hissed. "Now now... That is now way for a lady to talk." It was a man. About her age from the tone of his voice.

Andria reached down and jerked the small blade from her boot, only causing him laughter. "You really think you can hurt me with that?" he taunted. Andria knew he was right, but she would take her chances. Flipping it to where she had hold of the blade, she flung it at him, only enough to distract him. Leaping over, she grabbed the sword and rolled to her feet. She held it in front of her in a defensive manner. "Go away." she snapped. "Not on my life." the man hissed and lunged. Sparks flew from the metal as the two blades met. Andria stumbled back from the impact, but kept the blade erect in place. Clentching her teeth she struck at him, which was a mistake. The man swung the blade and the blunt side hit her in the side of her knee. There was a crunch and a white hot flash of pain came into her head.

When Andria awakened, she was pinned up to a wooden post, her hands behind her back, and her ankles tied. Looking over, she saw Black Death tied to a tree with chains. Her poor feet in hobbles. Andria looked away. There was a nausiating pain in her knee. Leaning her head back, she swallowed painfully. "Well... She finally awakens." came the haunting voice that had attacked her. "My father will never let this stand. The King will send soldiers to find me and kill you." Andria hissed. Before anything more escaped her lips, he back handed her and her head snapped to the side. "Don't you dare speak out of line." he growled. Andria's nostrils flared in anger, and he left. She sat there, trying to think of a way out of this mess.

[audrey johanna o'dell]

woah,
really nice nillers!!
and I like yours Meg and Mellany and Carter ^^

[audrey johanna o'dell]

Now it's only Quin who has to post.

[desdemona siren quick]

Jeeze... seeing all these awesome posts... they make me really feel like a newb xD

[vintage vasilica]

You're notta n00b! xD

Thats just me actually making an effort for once.

[desdemona siren quick]

Yeah, I make an effort in some of my posts... not so much in others...

[perrin artemis bloom]

I make an effort.


Sometimes xD