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OC bio: EsperanzaName: Esperanza (Esme for short)
Looks: very curly and dark red hair, with mossy green eyes. Petite body shape, somewhat strong Spanish accent, dark grey-almost black-fur.
Personality: She has the personality of a typical preschooler, only a little more patient. She enjoys playing, watching the clouds, and being with her Aunt, Daybreak, and her father, Asphodel. Her mother died when Esme was younger. She likes to learn new things, and while she doesn't have the most active thinking mind, she is very imaginative. She dislikes complaining, arguing, and rain.
Bio: Esme was born in the winter months, but there is never any snow in the jungle. She spends most of her time with her Dad, and somewhat with her Aunt and cousins. She hasn't done much in her life, yet, but she will.
Dune-Silverwing OCName: Dune
Species: Vampyrum/greywing Halfbreed
Age: 1 year, 3 minutes
-Cynder (Unborn sister)
Dune has greyish-dark brown fur, a mixture of both his mothers dark copper fur, and his fathers dark grey fur. He also inherited his fathers eyes, which his younger sister did as well. What he did not inherit was his mothers size, rendering him the size of a normal northern bat. He is Average in stature and build, but he has a bit of muscle on his arms.
While he is sly and cunning, he also has a sence of goodness and doesn't want to become a nuisance. He often times notaces small things that others wouldn't. He is daring, has a nack for getting in trouble, and he is somewhat sociable. He tends to talk little, but enjoys a good conversasion when he can find one. His Diet consists of mostly bugs, sometimes meat.
Dune was born all but three minutes a
Wolfsbane-Silverwing OCName: Wolfsbane.
Age: 2 and a half years.
-Willow (mother, Passed away)
-Monsoon (Father, passed away)
-Cynder (unborn daughter)
Wolfsbane has dark grey fur, somewhat black, which his daughter (Ember) inherited from him. He Has dark blue eyes with small specks of green, which again, both his eldest son (Dune) and his youngest daughter (Ember) have both inherrited from him. He has a black crest atop his head, which is spiked and messy.
Alot like his mate, Wolfsbane is a daredevil and likes to get in trouble. its almost like a second nature to him. At times, he will hold back when he knows its good for him. He is, as well, stubborn. But he has a good heart, and will do whats right, even if he isn't sure what will happen. He is all around a family man, and has a bit of a dark side he keeps to himself. he would never harm what means everything to him, and would
Rhiannon-Silverwing OCName: Rhiannon
Age: 2 years, 5 months.
-Cynder (unborn Daughter)
Rhiannon is what you would call a "normal looking vampyrum", Save for her dark copper fur that clashes with her bright green eyes. She is a fair size, allthough a bit frail. She can hold her own, mind you. Like her daughter (Ember), She has a small tuft of brown fur ontop of her head, but not as long or curled.
Rhiannon is both nurturing, caring, and gentle, a perfect mother figure. She does have her adventurous side, allthough. She is very shy at first, and tends to stick to the shadows. When you get to know her, you will find that she can be somewhat impulsive, and tends to blurt out what she thinks. She can be somewhat posessive, very resourceful, and a bit of a daredevil. Her diet consists of meat.
Rhiannon left her jungle home at a you
Ember-Silverwing OCName: Ємвɛя
Species: Vampyrum/graywing hybrid
Age: Yearling. (1 year)
-Cynder (Unborn sister)
Ember has dark Grey fur. It is usualy seen either messy and spiky, or smoothed down and curly. She has Dark blue eyes with small specks of green in them. She has a frilled Brown-black tuft of fur atop her head, but it isn't very long. She is dainty, and feminine, but not frail.
Ember is a bit of a jack of all trades. While she is caring and protective, she is stubborn and curious at the same time. She has a nack for being loud or wanting to be herd, and sometimes causes problems by speaking her mind. She can also be very moody.She can also be sometimes solitary and easily anoyed, and prefers her time alone when she needs a break. Bust most of the time, she is very sociable and friendly. Her diet consists of mostly meat, and occasio
the hours of standing byDo not cry for me,
for when we cry
we are as wolves,
howling in the wind.
Their cries disolve
as water does in air,
as it turns to steam
then nothing at all.
when i say i'm so tired
it means i'm tired of everything.
tired of all the silence,
tired of all the hours.
the hours of waiting
for someone to talk to.
of standing by.
Maybe i'm not from here.Its raning,
pitter patter on my window pain.
mummy says i can't go out,
mummy says i won't like rain.
but i want to go out
because i do like rain
it reminds me of things
that i've red in my books.
daddy says thats silly, though.
Daddy says i should be realistic.
i dont think i would want to do that,
all the grownups look so sad.
so yes, when i speak
i do use big words.
but only because i can
because of yes, my books.
and the kids all look at me
like i'm something totaly different
Maybe i am
maybe i'm not from here.
ZombieI can't remember
the last time you called me
maybe it was a month ago
or maybe it was a year
we used to talk all day
sometimes even all night
but you've gone away somewhere
but you never told me where.
I can wait, i promise you
but i cant hold on forever
if you dont come back soon my dear
i fear i may be a zombie.
Underland lobby chapter fourthe underland lobby: Squishy fishy cooking..
Ares: uuh.. word game.
Ares: sylables. *Rocking back and forth while sitting down*
Gregor: GRAMMAR NAZI
Gregor: not cool dude. not cool.
Aurora: *walks in the room* racist biatches.
Ares: *blank face*
-Explosion comes from the kitchen-
Ares: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY what was that!?
Gregor: *Spitting out burnt, like, really burnt, noodles*
Aurora: just luxa's cooking. *walks off to who knows where*
Ares: ....can you even burn noodles??
Gregor: noo clue...
-Another explosion, followed by a string of rather creative curses-
Luxa: SON of a half timer SQUISHY FISHY FISHY!
Ares: uhm.. Word game.
Ares: SQUISHY FISHY FISHY.
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
All over my tableever wonder what was on the moon?
like the little aliens
that lived in the shoe?
what kind of things
lie in those gray patches,
what kind of monsters
leer in the dark.
my fingers always want me to rhyme.
whenever i try to write like this
When i pet my cats, they always hiss.
hey, look at that.
I've never been good at letting go
never been good at letting thoughts fly
i guess my brain is just wired like a bike
it needs to be peddled to get anywhere.
but you know, maybe its like a motorcycle,
because sometimes my brain shortcircuts to.
No, i dont sit there drooling
i just sit there, zoning out.
oh, wow. i'm thinking freely now.
letting my twitchy hands twitch all the want
when i look back and read some of this,
i kinda wanna slap myself, because it sounds so sloppy.
sloppy somewhat rhymes with poppy.
And soon comes the day where we all wear red
and yes, the poppy counts as red.
roses are red, violets are blue,
sometimes soldiers have feelings too.
i think my thoughts are like
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