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posted by SilverWings13
She could hear a clicking of a keyboard in the kitchen. The noise had given her dreams of her father, working on his typewriter at all hours of the night while she slept on the sofá in their tiny two-bedroom apartment in London. Waking to a pounding headache to find herself alone in the dark had sent shivers down her spine. Worse was the ache of thirst in her throat. So despite her reluctance to face the warlock after the drunken outburst she unfortunately remembered well, Ana padded out of the guest room to the kitchen.
At least she had her own clothes back on now, dried from the rain. It would have been humiliating to have to face Cal while wearing his oversized flannel and some long-forgotten girl’s shorts. He kept his eyes on his laptop as she passed him to get a glass of water, but turned when he felt her eyes peeking over his shoulder at the macroeconomics essay. With a start, she realized that he was wearing glasses to see the tiny black print on his laptop screen. “If you have any input on the causes and effects of the 2008 recession, I’m all ears.” Ana shook her head and quickly stopped staring, moving to sit across from him at the island. After a few minutos of nothing but the tapping of keys, Cal finally spoke up. “I’m sorry for bringing up your sister earlier-“
“I want her dead.”
It was the warlock’s turn to look startled, eyes wide behind the half-rimmed lenses. His fingers had stopped moving. Ana took a deep breath and explained, “I’ve never…talked about what she did to me, to anyone, and you caught me off guard. But you want an alliance, and that’s what I want too. Justice for my family.”
“Your family? But…what does that have to do with Eline?” When the girl looked down at her glass cup instead of him, he closed his laptop lid so abruptly that she jumped. “Please, Ann, talk to me! I want to understand you. How can we be friends if you’re such a mystery? Doesn’t it hurt to keep it all bottled up? Or at least tell me of your home. You must miss it. Tell me of Elam!”
He had leaned forward, and she found herself inching back, his eagerness astonishing her. But also tempting her. She sensed that he would listen to her ramble about the início she missed so much or even cry about what she had been through without judging her. “I-” Cal suddenly leaned closer but he was squinting and looking past her at something growing bigger as it hurtled from the darkness toward the opposite living room window. “What the f-” His curse was cut off as the floor-to- ceiling window exploded and the projectile crashed into the room.
Callaghan shouted in surprise as the glass flew progressivo, para a frente with the momentum of the crash. The smaller girl suddenly sprung across the island and pulled him down behind the shelter. They crouched together behind the counter, staring wide eyed at one another in the sudden silence. But moments later the glass shifted as something heavy scraped against the concrete flooring. The warlock heard Ann hiss in protests as he peeked around the corner of their hiding place.
Lying on the living room floor was a white armature heaped under a blanket of black clouds. Two panels of windows had been shattered to leave a gaping hole to the night wind and stars. The projectile shifted and Callaghan realized it was a living thing: a giant skeletal bird twice his size, made up of negative spaces between ribs and leg bones and claws except for its head, dominated por a solid beak, and wings, made of the ebony smoke. The warlock looked to the shattered window it had crashed through, the trail of glass and scratches as it had slid across the floor before finally thumping into the L-couch where it now lay twisted and collapsed in on itself. The creature was immobile aside from a twitch of a claw here and the shifting of smoke there. Callaghan glanced over his shoulder as Ann crept out from behind the island like a wary raposa treading toward a sleeping predator. She tip-toed carefully over the glass shards to navigate around the bird, evaluating the beast, until she stopped between the skeletal bird and the broken window as if to put as much distance between the massive beak and herself as possible. “Is it dead?” Ann whispered.
Both jumped and stumbled back as the beast suddenly began to thrash its wings and attempt to scramble to its feet, slipping on the glossy floor. It hurled itself to its feet and Cal jumped back as the creature tried to gain stability in its disoriented state, a thrashing left wing knocking over a lamp. It leapt onto the back of the sofá but only exceeded in overturning the furniture to tumble over in another crash.
A scream pierced the room as the creature’s mate swooped over Ann’s head through the hole in the mural of windows. It landed beside the larger bird as it gained its footing, and the birds faced their homonid counterparts. Cal’s eyes darted between the flustered skeleton slowly stalking towards him and the one sizing up the girl. It stepped forward, and she stumbled back, towards the edge of the shattered glass. Her raptor suddenly leapt at her with a screech, and she ducked, but a clawed foot pinched the heel of her jeans and yanked her backwards. Ann shouted as she fell, clawing at anything to grab at in the sparsely furnished room as the creature dragged her towards the gaping hole in the pinthouse’s mural of windows. The girl’s waist had just cleared the edge when a blast of fogo collided with her captor. The bird exploded in a maelstrom of ashes and dropped Ana, who was pulled downwards por her own body weight until her fingers caught a crack in the floor from the initial crash, leaving the 90 pound girl dangling a hundred feet above the street.
Ana was about to cry for help when she heard Callaghan shout in pain. She dug her fingers into the shallow crack and hauled herself upwards. She screamed when she saw the other monster with a massive skeletal foot pinning the warlock to the ground. With a cry, he threw up his hands to defend himself, but only a weak spark escaped his fingers. He had exhausted a great deal of magic in the massive fogo ball that has saved Ana from the other raptor. As Ana watched, the monster’s beak pierced Callaghan’s abdomen. The redhead’s own horrified cry was overwhelmed por her friend’s screams as the creature ripped into the soft tissue below his ribs. The girl suddenly found herself leaping up back into the apartment and lunging at the creature, landing on its back between the smoking wings, and digging her claws into its skull with a roar. Her vision clouded with an angry red, Ana saw Cal, unmoving, lying still in a pool of blood, glasses lying cracked beside his head, skin ripped open, intestines and liver mutilated. Such fury filled the girl that she felt the monster’s thick skull fracture beneath her claws.
The raptor tossed up its head with a tortured screech, attempting to dislodge the nails from its head. It stumbled backwards, thrashing its wings, and toppled out of the open window. Ana felt weightless as they fell, then jolted as the monster regained flight. It shrieked and flailed into the sky in attempt to shake off the creature on its back. The girl was vaguely aware of the nausea in her stomach as she was yanked to and fro, as the ground, the streets, and apartment building grew farther and farther away, but her mind was filled with the blood and guts of her friend strewn across his living room floor. Her friend. Her ally. With a scream Ana dug her claws into the beast’s skull and squeezed. A terrible crack, a strangled screech, and then the beast was plummeting downward.
The girl was suddenly falling through the air. The creature’s bones cracked through the glass ceiling of the pent house’s indoor pool, and the girl followed, smashing through the fractured ceiling. Ana felt the glass slice her skin as she crashed through it, but her whole body went numb when she slammed into the water. unable to even feel the glass slicing her skin as it fell from above. Falling from so high up, it was like hitting concrete. She gasped water and ash into her lungs. She was only aware of the screaming pain in her chest, then the dull thump of her head hitting the bottom of the pool. Then darkness. Silence. Nothing.
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Crisbela Attica Antonia
Name: Crisbela Attica Antonia De La Cruz

Age: She never says and so is thought to be around 17-19 years of age

Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Short Black
Height: 5'6 (171 centimeters)

Familial: Sister - Verona

Outfit: Blue, white and gold military jaqueta and a white pleated saia with blue and gold accents (pic)

Powers/Weapons: Echolocation, thermal and heat sensor (she can see the thermal image of people and objects if she chooses to), can hear extremely well (even the littlest sounds such as a heartbeat in the other room), can create a strong force field around herself and things she touches, along with...
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posted by BladeYJ
 Based off these lovely beasts
Based off these lovely beasts
The Four Daughters of the Apocalypse

Death
Name: Travesty
Age: No one knows
Hair: Black
Eyes: Eccentric Blue
Height: 5'11"
Relations: Oldest of the four sisters
Costume: A maroon dress that matches her blindfold.
Weapon Choice: She's in charge of killing one's who deserve to be punished or meet their end--the least evil of the four.
Personality: She's quiet, serious, stoic, and has not mercy
Weakness': Birth/Life
Background: Unknown

War
Name: Alayla
Age: No one knows
Hair: Long and Red and Black
Eyes: Ruby red
Height: 6'0"
Relations: She's the segundo oldest of the four
Costume: A black and red dress,...
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posted by KatRox1
*unfolds paper* “What character from ANY book/movie/show would you bring to life if you could? One only!”

Only one? *twirls hair* Well, that sucks, because all the people I would take out of stories wouldn’t be the same without their partner-in-crime. ‘Ya know? Batman’s not the same without Robin, ketchup isn’t the same without mustard.
*laughs* Yeah, but… Um… I don’t really know now. I’m trying to think of that one girl from that book- her boyfriend was killed and then she can communicate with his ghost… *blinks and sighs* I probably just named 30% of all teenage girl books....
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posted by khanna266
It was the dia that would make all Ari's dreams come true and she was feeling amazing.She came out of the bathroom and was wearing the wedding dress of her dreams."Oh my gosh Ari you look beautiful!"Klei cried,"Thanks sis"Ari hugged her. Klei was very happy for her big sister."Are you nervous?"Klei asked her,"Not really I mean I've always dreamed of getting married"Ari responded,
"At the age of 17?"Dick added walking into the room."Dick what are you doing in here shouldn't you be in the other room with Jaime?"Ari worried,
"Don't worry sis,I just wanted to check on you."he answered,"So are you...
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posted by SilverWings13
This was before our crew became so feared across the seas, before we had raided so many ships and ports that we were drowning in riches. Back then, we didn't have the money to settle down, even if we reasoned with Duke.
"So Whisper made me and Aden swear that we would tell the crew that the baby had been stillborn. No one was to ever know the truth. We had to pretend the baby had died, which wasn't difficult. I had thought of that little girl as the newest addition to our family. She would have been like my little sister and I would have taugh her everything Dr. Felis had taught Whisper and...
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posted by Mclovin_69
The luminescence of the televisão caste a blue glow through the dark room as he pulled on his black boots over his black body suit.

Deep down he knew that putting on the suit would be the only possible way he had to getting all that money in such a short amount of time, but it wasn't exactly a choice he had liked to make his only option. Adjusting his black spandex, elastano sleeve his attention was turned to the screen of the televisão that was set to the News.

"yet another disappearance has happened recently of a 25 year-old Gotham citizen named Miacheal Fisher" the reporter on the news said as he...
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posted by GlitterPuff
Name: Azelia guindaste (goes por Dark Mistress or Miss Crane)

Gender: Female

Species: Dark Angel

Age: Unknown, but looks about 18-21

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Hair: Long wavy curly brown, usually worn down with a braid somewhere

Eyes: dark brown, like árvore bark

Skin Tone: Slightly tanned, but not enough to say she is

Height: About 5 foot 6

Other: Small purple flor tattoo a bit under her right breast, first piercing and cartilage

Personality: Kind-of a bitch, is very mean to people who get in her way; but she can be nice when she wants to be.

Civvies: Anything black, from camisa and shorts to nice dresses; but...
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posted by SilverWings13
I wrote this a while ago, figured you guys may (or may not) like to read it. I wrote it as Alek speaking to Tara. Voici!

"We left for freedom. For her freedom. "
"Whisper's?"
"Noëlle's, Whisper's daughter,” he corrected.
The one being told the story was taken aback, "You left because..."
"Whisper was pregnant,” he confirmed in the sort of tone a story teller held when about to relay a very long, very true story, "It was the plan. The entire plan.
“I was raised on knowledge. My father created me so that he could have full responsibility over my upbringing. He made sure that my trials and tests.....
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posted by DiscordYJ
Name: Icarus Ciro (Cy-roe)

Class: He doesn't fight for good nor evil.

Race: Caucasian

Species: Angel

Age: "Eighteen"

Hair: Black

Eyes: Pale, pale, pale blue...almost white.

Relations: None.

Costume: A beautiful white toga~ (forbidden under certain circumstances)

Civvies: Usually a white T-shirt with a black hoodie and jeans, along with converse.

Weapon Choice: A sword that shines like gold and a shield that is as strong as adamantium

Personality: He's quiet, curious, shy and untrusting. He's straight to the point and honest, usually telling people how it is and his opinions on them--if they're willing...
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posted by Mclovin_69
"Everyone has that one thing that they wish they'd done, sure it may be different than others but it still hurts just the same."

The venom of his words recollected in his brain, but somehow it seemed as if he turned his fear into the desire of his fathers amor it wouldn't seem so bad all those days ago. But that still didn't fade the memories and flashbacks he had about their last discussion.

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"You're worthless you know that!?, can't you do anything right?"

He stiffened at the yelling from his father and sighed deeply closing his eyes as if the matter were his fault and true, but that wasn't...
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posted by Mclovin_69
Name: Ethan Huseak ( H-yu-z-ak)

Alias: RedMist

Age: 16 ( would be 20 now)

Status: deceased

Appearance: dark brown hair, green eyes, 5'11, he wore sunglasses most of the time to hide his eyes.

Personality: he had the leadership role in the group and was the team leader. he was calm and handled situations well. He was serious and did just anything that was best for his team. He was someone everyone looked up to.

Powers/Abilities: he was the famous hero for using Logan's teleport smoke bombs and was highly skilled in combat able to outsmart any aponnent he had using his instincts. he had the abilities...
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posted by Robin_Love
His raven hair dripped crimson blood to the mistreated battle field. The spear had long been removed from his head but the bleeding went with the hours that had passed in useless war. His breathing was slowing; he could hardly see the outline of who had been his king through his icy blue eyes. It was a bloody fight, all lives lost except his and his king's. Now, he fought off the clouding death penetrating his senses.
“I had hoped for better with us.”
He smiled sadly at the word's his uncle spoke.
“As had I, my lord.”
“You tried to overthrow me and kill me. Treason is cause for death....
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Source: Meeeee
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posted by GlitterPuff
January 2, 2108

Julie walked around, looking into old rooms, finding items she had never seen before. The names and numbers were still on peoples doors. She tried looking for certain people her mother had spoken of from time to time. A few doors later, she saw a room that belonged to Alex. Julie remembered hearing about Alex, and managed to open the door into his room. It was covered in clothing, probably dirty from when he was alive. She saw a few pictures on his table, one was of him and Rene where he looked super annoyed and she looked very happy and silly. In his closet, clothes were hanging...
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((So I thought: "I feel like composição literária something dirty.. nothing too explict.. but just a little romantic teasing shit... And it not be about a certain two people.." And that's what I do when I have a stomache-ache... Come up with short shitty drabbles...

I also gave no specific nIames for the pair.. because I want you to put who you'd like in the the male and female positions. I tried to make it so no gender was specified, so you could put literally anything like.. a door and one of your OC's, but it was getting hard.. plus this crap is my only output when I listen to: Breath of Life por Florence...
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