Ideas and Stories! Maybe cookies... mmmm <3
I don't really want to do any homework, but I know I need to. It is due tomorrow XD *sigh* I just am soooo tired. I can't wait for the weekend. Maybe then I'll get some rest. In the meantime, I've been typing a rather intriguing story in between classes. I'll post it here for safe keeping/for you guys to read.
Anyway. I wish I could draw and write all the stuff I want to! I have SO MANY ideas! Alas, time is still an unattainable treasure to me. *shrug* Ah well. Here's the first part of the story. I'll post the rest whenever it is typed. Remember, this is a randomly typed story in between classes so it is a little rough if you do want to read it.
Persacon Costume ideas so far for next year:
1. Edward in work-out clothes and full automail (Only if I get around to making it)
2. L, because it is the easiest freaking costume ever
3. Ritsuka, another easy cosplay
Mostly I would LOVE to do Edward in full automail if at all possible just because that would be freaking sweet. <3
Labored panting issued in quick jerks from the open mouth of the streaking white running thru the forest. He tired to not think of what he was running toward, for if he did, he would surely turn swiftly back the direction that he came. He only thought of his breathing, the trees and all the things flying by him as he quickened his pace even more.
Why had he done it? Why had he betrayed his pack?
For her. It was all for her. Everything he did now, all his thoughts, were hers. He had to be with her. She was his air and without her, he would surely suffocate. Wouldn’t he?
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. No, he couldn’t think such thoughts. Not now, not when she- The wolf whimpered as he thought of her.
As his slender body reached the edge of the trees, he slowed. His muzzle lifted into the air and a low howl escaped longingly from his throat. This type of howl was custom when a wolf was entering another’s territory, even if it wasn’t a wolf’s territory to begin with.
The howl caught in his throat as his keen nose captured that unique smell, the smell that would make any wolf twitch with anxiety. The copper smell of blood wafted in the air from the direction of the small cottage nestled in the clearing in front of him.
He bristled as he recognized the smell and his eyes widened in fright. Was he too late?
With an even quicker pace than before, he raced toward the cottage. Upon reaching the front door, he let out a small whine as the door had been torn off its hinges. He gingerly stepped over the splintered door and his eyes widened with horror as he saw the state of the inside of the house. His mind raced as he took in the disarray of the room in front of him, the room where so many happy memories sprouted from every square inch. He stood frozen as he watched the pages of books fluttering in the air as the wind swept in from the broken window.
All around the cowering wolf were his kin, his brothers and sisters, drowning in their own blood. His ears flattened and he wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run as far away from this place as possible. But he knew he couldn’t. She was here, he was sure of it and it was only the thought of her that kept him frozen in the entryway. He turned his head away from the carnage in the study. His gaze shifted to the kitchen as his nose was bombarded by a different scent. It smelled of every type of flower imaginable, but none of the scents contradicted, all of them flowed into each other in perfect harmony. It was her scent.
His body reacted on its own while his brain was still trying to register. He stepped tentatively around his dead brethren towards the kitchen, towards the scent.
~It's a bit long, but there it is. Meh. It's alright. I just hope I get to draw soon ;_;
Anyway. I wish I could draw and write all the stuff I want to! I have SO MANY ideas! Alas, time is still an unattainable treasure to me. *shrug* Ah well. Here's the first part of the story. I'll post the rest whenever it is typed. Remember, this is a randomly typed story in between classes so it is a little rough if you do want to read it.
Persacon Costume ideas so far for next year:
1. Edward in work-out clothes and full automail (Only if I get around to making it)
2. L, because it is the easiest freaking costume ever
3. Ritsuka, another easy cosplay
Mostly I would LOVE to do Edward in full automail if at all possible just because that would be freaking sweet. <3
Labored panting issued in quick jerks from the open mouth of the streaking white running thru the forest. He tired to not think of what he was running toward, for if he did, he would surely turn swiftly back the direction that he came. He only thought of his breathing, the trees and all the things flying by him as he quickened his pace even more.
Why had he done it? Why had he betrayed his pack?
For her. It was all for her. Everything he did now, all his thoughts, were hers. He had to be with her. She was his air and without her, he would surely suffocate. Wouldn’t he?
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. No, he couldn’t think such thoughts. Not now, not when she- The wolf whimpered as he thought of her.
As his slender body reached the edge of the trees, he slowed. His muzzle lifted into the air and a low howl escaped longingly from his throat. This type of howl was custom when a wolf was entering another’s territory, even if it wasn’t a wolf’s territory to begin with.
The howl caught in his throat as his keen nose captured that unique smell, the smell that would make any wolf twitch with anxiety. The copper smell of blood wafted in the air from the direction of the small cottage nestled in the clearing in front of him.
He bristled as he recognized the smell and his eyes widened in fright. Was he too late?
With an even quicker pace than before, he raced toward the cottage. Upon reaching the front door, he let out a small whine as the door had been torn off its hinges. He gingerly stepped over the splintered door and his eyes widened with horror as he saw the state of the inside of the house. His mind raced as he took in the disarray of the room in front of him, the room where so many happy memories sprouted from every square inch. He stood frozen as he watched the pages of books fluttering in the air as the wind swept in from the broken window.
All around the cowering wolf were his kin, his brothers and sisters, drowning in their own blood. His ears flattened and he wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run as far away from this place as possible. But he knew he couldn’t. She was here, he was sure of it and it was only the thought of her that kept him frozen in the entryway. He turned his head away from the carnage in the study. His gaze shifted to the kitchen as his nose was bombarded by a different scent. It smelled of every type of flower imaginable, but none of the scents contradicted, all of them flowed into each other in perfect harmony. It was her scent.
His body reacted on its own while his brain was still trying to register. He stepped tentatively around his dead brethren towards the kitchen, towards the scent.
~It's a bit long, but there it is. Meh. It's alright. I just hope I get to draw soon ;_;