Fluff , fluff, fluff, I blame it on the lovey~dovey stuff! That doesn't make sense... But it rhymes, so get over it!
Alek pushed a low hanging vine out of his way. He trudged through the brambles, their thorns ripping at his jeans. Finally, he reached a break in the trees.
Far below, the city stretched out to the ocean, an accumulation of building seemingly growing out of the valley like an oasis of wildflowers. The immaculate concrete statue of Christ the Redeemer opened his arms to the buildings, people, mountains laid out before him. Boats, barely white specks in the calm blue waters, dotted the sea. The fresh mountain air filled his lungs, while the song of the tropics reached his ears. He watched a borboleta with vibrant stripes of violet, tie-dye-blue-wihite, and black flitter to one of the vibrant red passion flores bloomed on the forest trees.
A breezed brushed the teenager's sweaty hair as he took in the spectacular view.
"Breath taking, isn't it?" a voice said beside him.
"Very," Alek breathed.
"What are you thinking about?"
For a moment, the boy imagined a different girl standing there beside him. She looked from him with warm brown eyes, then back out to the city. He could practically smell the gardenia of her hair mixing with the scents of the forest. Tara's features softened from their regular hard, guarded status. The corners of her lips raised and all Alek could think of was lifting her chin so that their eyes met, gently cupping her cheek, and softly pressing his lips to hers, feeling the warmth of her kiss he missed and craved.
Alek sighed and the image of the girl of his dreams dissipated and looked over to where Vika stood. Her glowing golden eyes grasped the scenery. She seemed to almost breath not just the air, but the mountains and sail boats themselves. She was pretty, but he felt no attraction to her as he did for the brown eyed girl he had imagined.
"I was just wondering how something so beautiful could exist in such a harsh world," Alek said, as though he was thinking of the view the was his Russian companion was.
"The world is only as harsh as we perceive," she recited with a smile. After taking one last deep breath of a the view, Vika turned on her heels and headed back to the forest.
"We should continue on our way," she called over her shoulder. "It is difficult to get through this forest in the dark."
Alek nodded and turned to follow. He reached upward to mover a branch from his path when the Morpho Helenor borboleta he had spotted earlier landed in his hand.
The pure beauty of the simple creature was intimidating, though the boy knew how delicate it really was. He smiled sadly at the butterfly.
"I only wish too see you agin," he whispered. "And I will. Nothing will stop me from being with you again, Tara."
As if accepting the mission itself, the creature flapped it's wings and flew past him, toward the city. Alek took one last look at the brilliant scene, then ducked back into the darkening forest.
This shot is dedicated to those searching endlessly for their love~
Alek pushed a low hanging vine out of his way. He trudged through the brambles, their thorns ripping at his jeans. Finally, he reached a break in the trees.
Far below, the city stretched out to the ocean, an accumulation of building seemingly growing out of the valley like an oasis of wildflowers. The immaculate concrete statue of Christ the Redeemer opened his arms to the buildings, people, mountains laid out before him. Boats, barely white specks in the calm blue waters, dotted the sea. The fresh mountain air filled his lungs, while the song of the tropics reached his ears. He watched a borboleta with vibrant stripes of violet, tie-dye-blue-wihite, and black flitter to one of the vibrant red passion flores bloomed on the forest trees.
A breezed brushed the teenager's sweaty hair as he took in the spectacular view.
"Breath taking, isn't it?" a voice said beside him.
"Very," Alek breathed.
"What are you thinking about?"
For a moment, the boy imagined a different girl standing there beside him. She looked from him with warm brown eyes, then back out to the city. He could practically smell the gardenia of her hair mixing with the scents of the forest. Tara's features softened from their regular hard, guarded status. The corners of her lips raised and all Alek could think of was lifting her chin so that their eyes met, gently cupping her cheek, and softly pressing his lips to hers, feeling the warmth of her kiss he missed and craved.
Alek sighed and the image of the girl of his dreams dissipated and looked over to where Vika stood. Her glowing golden eyes grasped the scenery. She seemed to almost breath not just the air, but the mountains and sail boats themselves. She was pretty, but he felt no attraction to her as he did for the brown eyed girl he had imagined.
"I was just wondering how something so beautiful could exist in such a harsh world," Alek said, as though he was thinking of the view the was his Russian companion was.
"The world is only as harsh as we perceive," she recited with a smile. After taking one last deep breath of a the view, Vika turned on her heels and headed back to the forest.
"We should continue on our way," she called over her shoulder. "It is difficult to get through this forest in the dark."
Alek nodded and turned to follow. He reached upward to mover a branch from his path when the Morpho Helenor borboleta he had spotted earlier landed in his hand.
The pure beauty of the simple creature was intimidating, though the boy knew how delicate it really was. He smiled sadly at the butterfly.
"I only wish too see you agin," he whispered. "And I will. Nothing will stop me from being with you again, Tara."
As if accepting the mission itself, the creature flapped it's wings and flew past him, toward the city. Alek took one last look at the brilliant scene, then ducked back into the darkening forest.
This shot is dedicated to those searching endlessly for their love~
"How in hell is it back?!"
"The mais important question- how did it find us?"
"Well, it doesn't seem like we have much of a choice... but we have to get the team back together."
"But-"
"We were the only ones able to stop it the first time, and we're the only ones able to stop it now."
There was a sigh, and a turn of the head to the third person in the room.
"You sent out the birds, right?"
"Everyone should be here in at least 24 hours."
"Not enough time..."
"When is there ever?"
"Don't know, but I'm sure we're going to need the entire team to make this happen."
The segundo person finally chimed back in, "You do know that I told all my Leauger friends that Maura killed you guys, right?"
"You what?"
"I don't know! It was a 'spur-of-the-moment' kind of thing!"
((Yep! Thats all I wanna share! If you guys really do want mais just say so! But this is all I'm gonna give you for now, even though I have tons more! WHEEEEE! amor ya guys!))
"The mais important question- how did it find us?"
"Well, it doesn't seem like we have much of a choice... but we have to get the team back together."
"But-"
"We were the only ones able to stop it the first time, and we're the only ones able to stop it now."
There was a sigh, and a turn of the head to the third person in the room.
"You sent out the birds, right?"
"Everyone should be here in at least 24 hours."
"Not enough time..."
"When is there ever?"
"Don't know, but I'm sure we're going to need the entire team to make this happen."
The segundo person finally chimed back in, "You do know that I told all my Leauger friends that Maura killed you guys, right?"
"You what?"
"I don't know! It was a 'spur-of-the-moment' kind of thing!"
((Yep! Thats all I wanna share! If you guys really do want mais just say so! But this is all I'm gonna give you for now, even though I have tons more! WHEEEEE! amor ya guys!))
Name: McKenzie Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age:15
Occupation: Hero.
Powers:
-Flight (wings),
-telekinesis,
-can attract metal to herself
Skills;
-hand to hand combat,
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she dividido, dividir from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and dividido, dividir the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Other: -When Nudge is in stealth mode, her eyes are red, hair is curly, and she has black bat wings.
-Has a older brother, you've seen him before, figure it out.
Fang snapped upright, resulting in slamming his head on the metal dog engradado, caixa he was sitting in.
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
Young Justice Invasion Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in estrela City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, or stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 segundo sneak visualização Saturday after DC Nation. Two mais 30-45 sec previews and 6 visualização pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in estrela City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, or stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 segundo sneak visualização Saturday after DC Nation. Two mais 30-45 sec previews and 6 visualização pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.