Katie's actually updating again. WHAT?
So currently I'm sitting in Joe's room, not really wanting to do anything. I figured I'd rant about something, but I just don't feel like ranting on somewhere where other people can see what I'm being pissy about. So instead I decided to write with my Mira in mind.
In case you don't know, the Mira is a race of alien creatures that I've created and been focusing on for the past couple of months.
Meh, I also found out that Play! is coming to San Jose. Which is a good thing... except Joe won't be going with me. It was originally in CT, but was canceled for some stupid reason. Oh, and Play! is a video game symphony. Google it or something. But my mom got some more tickets, so I finally got my christmas present.
So it's almost easter. And I've made MYSELF an egg. I couldn't post something if it didn't have an egg in it. Come on Nik, you think you got yourself off the hook? Don't think so!
I finally escaped. I couldn’t believe it. It, after all, was my fault I was captured in the first place. Back home, I was tired of being bossed around. Being the youngest of six can have its disadvantages. My brothers used to beat me up, and make me do their chores. I got sick of it. Because I’m so small, I always got beat up at school and pushed around. I was sick of it. So I decided to move as far away from the problem as possible. I ran off into the wilderness, hoping to find the next village to start a new life in.
Running I flashed back to the cells they kept me in. Those dark, damp cells. I had hated myself for so long for ending up in that cell. Every night the Vanished would drag me and the others out of the cells, and put us in smaller cages. They would pump our bodies full of chemicals and adrenaline and release us in an arena. They shone bright lights which disoriented us because our eyes were so dilated. We couldn’t see. They would come down into the arena and come at us with poles and other objects. We tried to react; we tried to fight back, but most of our reflexes didn’t respond.
After these fights, they would wash off our tired, bloody bodies with scalding water and throw us back in our cells. I would curl up as tight as I could, and shiver until I passed out from exhaustion. Sometimes, if I woke up early enough, I could hear the girl in the cell next to me humming. I would lean against the wall, and it would be my only moment to relax; until our keepers came, once again.
My heart was pounding. Searchlights crossed over my body, over and over. All I could do was run. I knew nothing else. I had heard rumors of what the walls were like, from other escape attempts. My vision had been so destroyed from the fights, I could barely see where I was going. I could smell it though. I could hear the yelling, the copters, and the shooting. I heard the engines of machines I didn’t want to imagine.
Once outside the base, I knew I had to run. Run far. If I stopped, or even slowed down to look back, I knew I would be caught.
Have you ever heard of the good Vanished? I have. I’ve met him too. Don’t believe me? Listen to this. So back when I was your age, our village wasn’t large enough to be called a city. It wasn’t even large enough to be called a town. That’s how small our village was. It was in the beginning, when they started to change. The Vanished weren’t born they way they are, oh no. The Vanished became what they looked like. First it was the eyes. If you looked a Vanished in the eyes, you noticed they lacked any kind of detail whatsoever. Their eyes are colorless, and lineless if you don’t mind me making up a word. When they look at you, you feel as if a hole had just been burned through your torso.
Next to go was their hands. Their fingers grew longer, and more boney. Their faces became darker; their entire fur color became darker, as if they had fallen into a tar pit and it stained their coat. Aw yes, and their claws, that protruded from those boney fingers, could slice through a door; with ease.
Finally was their glow. They had an eerie glow. It was like their veins had moved to the outside of their body and began to pump uranium instead of blood. No one wanted to touch them. Their presence made everyone uneasy. Worst of all, they could shriek that would send chills straight to your bones.
Now every Vanished was merciless. They would rip through every village they saw. We were defenseless. Everyone was terrified. We only had one hope at the time. They called him Celess Arterae, the sky-veined one. Celess fought with the Vanished in the beginning. He soon realized how much damage he was doing to the city.
Now when one became a Vanished, first off, no one knew why these changes were happening. The Vanished didn’t communicate the way we Mira do. They would grunt and snarl and would somehow understand each other, but could no longer speak the common language. Celess, for some reason, relearned how to converse in common. He would sneak away from the Vanished camp sites and warn the villagers of the next morning’s raid. Celess, in our mind, was a villain, and a hero.
He spoke with us often. He was very curious in the Mira way of life, for he had forgotten all about it. He had forgotten that he too, once was a Mira, and lived among us. We told Celess about the peaceful time before the Vanished started to appear; before we lived in fear. Often other Mira would question the safety of our secrets with Celess. We taught him about the Blood Promise.
A Blood Promise is a promise when one places a few drops of blood into a sacred container called a sangphile. This small vial is then thrown into the sea, where the water sprit finds it and places it on her shelf. It sits there, until the day you break that promise, and she sends her minions after you, and you are never heard from again. We made Celess promise never to betray the Mira.
Celess fell from our world when a scout from another group of Vanished saw him walking around with villagers. As story has it, this scout reported to his groups leader, and word reached the Darklights. The Darklights personally sought to find Celess and destroy him. When they did find him, they strapped him between two trees. They prodded him and whipped him and tortured him until he would explain why he was seen with the Mira.
Being the kind hearted Celess that we all knew, he didn’t spill a word. As the story goes, he wouldn’t even let himself utter a cry when he was whipped because he was afraid his Mira friends would hear him and get upset. He hung there for a full month before the Darklights became angry. They all unleashed their power upon Celess at once, and cleared half the forest while doing so. The smoke from the attack could be seen from all the surrounding villages. Then we knew, we had to fight back; for Celess.
What is a Mira? Have I ever explained this? Not really. So this is what a Mira is.
A Mira is a centaur type creature. It has four legs, a torso with two arms, with three fingers each (actually two fingers and one thumb, I guess). Oh yes, and a head and tail. They often mimic animal species seen on earth, with slight variations. These variations can be any kind imaginable. Example, a Mira’s head can consist of a mostly a tiger, with more pointed, sleek ears, and a sort of horses mane. Its body (meaning from its waist down) is consisted of the front legs being that of a flamingos and its back being that of a crabs. They aren’t really cut and paste creatures; they blend together nicely, it’s just hard to describe. On every Mira, their eyes are moved closer towards the front of their face, if they aren’t already their. For example, say a Mira had a deer’s head. The eyes would be positioned a little closer together, and further from the sides than a normal deer. Also, they use their three digit hands very nicely. They can grasp mostly anything very well. It’s almost that of a human’s hand, but tape the index and middle fingers together, and then ring and pinky fingers together; that’s a Mira’s hand. Mira’s have different gaits depending on what leg configuration they have. Since they can have any kind of leg configuration, there’s a ton of different gaits. (I don’t think I can count all of them right now.)
In case you don't know, the Mira is a race of alien creatures that I've created and been focusing on for the past couple of months.
Meh, I also found out that Play! is coming to San Jose. Which is a good thing... except Joe won't be going with me. It was originally in CT, but was canceled for some stupid reason. Oh, and Play! is a video game symphony. Google it or something. But my mom got some more tickets, so I finally got my christmas present.
So it's almost easter. And I've made MYSELF an egg. I couldn't post something if it didn't have an egg in it. Come on Nik, you think you got yourself off the hook? Don't think so!
I finally escaped. I couldn’t believe it. It, after all, was my fault I was captured in the first place. Back home, I was tired of being bossed around. Being the youngest of six can have its disadvantages. My brothers used to beat me up, and make me do their chores. I got sick of it. Because I’m so small, I always got beat up at school and pushed around. I was sick of it. So I decided to move as far away from the problem as possible. I ran off into the wilderness, hoping to find the next village to start a new life in.
Running I flashed back to the cells they kept me in. Those dark, damp cells. I had hated myself for so long for ending up in that cell. Every night the Vanished would drag me and the others out of the cells, and put us in smaller cages. They would pump our bodies full of chemicals and adrenaline and release us in an arena. They shone bright lights which disoriented us because our eyes were so dilated. We couldn’t see. They would come down into the arena and come at us with poles and other objects. We tried to react; we tried to fight back, but most of our reflexes didn’t respond.
After these fights, they would wash off our tired, bloody bodies with scalding water and throw us back in our cells. I would curl up as tight as I could, and shiver until I passed out from exhaustion. Sometimes, if I woke up early enough, I could hear the girl in the cell next to me humming. I would lean against the wall, and it would be my only moment to relax; until our keepers came, once again.
My heart was pounding. Searchlights crossed over my body, over and over. All I could do was run. I knew nothing else. I had heard rumors of what the walls were like, from other escape attempts. My vision had been so destroyed from the fights, I could barely see where I was going. I could smell it though. I could hear the yelling, the copters, and the shooting. I heard the engines of machines I didn’t want to imagine.
Once outside the base, I knew I had to run. Run far. If I stopped, or even slowed down to look back, I knew I would be caught.
Have you ever heard of the good Vanished? I have. I’ve met him too. Don’t believe me? Listen to this. So back when I was your age, our village wasn’t large enough to be called a city. It wasn’t even large enough to be called a town. That’s how small our village was. It was in the beginning, when they started to change. The Vanished weren’t born they way they are, oh no. The Vanished became what they looked like. First it was the eyes. If you looked a Vanished in the eyes, you noticed they lacked any kind of detail whatsoever. Their eyes are colorless, and lineless if you don’t mind me making up a word. When they look at you, you feel as if a hole had just been burned through your torso.
Next to go was their hands. Their fingers grew longer, and more boney. Their faces became darker; their entire fur color became darker, as if they had fallen into a tar pit and it stained their coat. Aw yes, and their claws, that protruded from those boney fingers, could slice through a door; with ease.
Finally was their glow. They had an eerie glow. It was like their veins had moved to the outside of their body and began to pump uranium instead of blood. No one wanted to touch them. Their presence made everyone uneasy. Worst of all, they could shriek that would send chills straight to your bones.
Now every Vanished was merciless. They would rip through every village they saw. We were defenseless. Everyone was terrified. We only had one hope at the time. They called him Celess Arterae, the sky-veined one. Celess fought with the Vanished in the beginning. He soon realized how much damage he was doing to the city.
Now when one became a Vanished, first off, no one knew why these changes were happening. The Vanished didn’t communicate the way we Mira do. They would grunt and snarl and would somehow understand each other, but could no longer speak the common language. Celess, for some reason, relearned how to converse in common. He would sneak away from the Vanished camp sites and warn the villagers of the next morning’s raid. Celess, in our mind, was a villain, and a hero.
He spoke with us often. He was very curious in the Mira way of life, for he had forgotten all about it. He had forgotten that he too, once was a Mira, and lived among us. We told Celess about the peaceful time before the Vanished started to appear; before we lived in fear. Often other Mira would question the safety of our secrets with Celess. We taught him about the Blood Promise.
A Blood Promise is a promise when one places a few drops of blood into a sacred container called a sangphile. This small vial is then thrown into the sea, where the water sprit finds it and places it on her shelf. It sits there, until the day you break that promise, and she sends her minions after you, and you are never heard from again. We made Celess promise never to betray the Mira.
Celess fell from our world when a scout from another group of Vanished saw him walking around with villagers. As story has it, this scout reported to his groups leader, and word reached the Darklights. The Darklights personally sought to find Celess and destroy him. When they did find him, they strapped him between two trees. They prodded him and whipped him and tortured him until he would explain why he was seen with the Mira.
Being the kind hearted Celess that we all knew, he didn’t spill a word. As the story goes, he wouldn’t even let himself utter a cry when he was whipped because he was afraid his Mira friends would hear him and get upset. He hung there for a full month before the Darklights became angry. They all unleashed their power upon Celess at once, and cleared half the forest while doing so. The smoke from the attack could be seen from all the surrounding villages. Then we knew, we had to fight back; for Celess.
What is a Mira? Have I ever explained this? Not really. So this is what a Mira is.
A Mira is a centaur type creature. It has four legs, a torso with two arms, with three fingers each (actually two fingers and one thumb, I guess). Oh yes, and a head and tail. They often mimic animal species seen on earth, with slight variations. These variations can be any kind imaginable. Example, a Mira’s head can consist of a mostly a tiger, with more pointed, sleek ears, and a sort of horses mane. Its body (meaning from its waist down) is consisted of the front legs being that of a flamingos and its back being that of a crabs. They aren’t really cut and paste creatures; they blend together nicely, it’s just hard to describe. On every Mira, their eyes are moved closer towards the front of their face, if they aren’t already their. For example, say a Mira had a deer’s head. The eyes would be positioned a little closer together, and further from the sides than a normal deer. Also, they use their three digit hands very nicely. They can grasp mostly anything very well. It’s almost that of a human’s hand, but tape the index and middle fingers together, and then ring and pinky fingers together; that’s a Mira’s hand. Mira’s have different gaits depending on what leg configuration they have. Since they can have any kind of leg configuration, there’s a ton of different gaits. (I don’t think I can count all of them right now.)