Thursday, 24 February 2011

REAL Links (crosses out link and write in men) wear pin-

(crosses out, frowns and writes in 'play my little pony')
I know, I know you're wondering WHAT ON EARTH I am doing at MLP.(not to be confused with MFP, massive fantasy palace)well, friendly talked a bit about it awhile back so i went over to check it out.
....ATM i am making a character who I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO FOR A LAST NAME! His first name is Luke. No, not THAT luke! a good luke! a luke that wears a dress and tights, and shoots scorpions in the eye-claw! (click if you don't get the joke)
anyway, here is a story i have been working on. :)
the throne room was of mother-of-pearl walls inlaid with lapis and a green marble floor. Mist swirled around the floor and obscured a octagon shaped indent with steps leading down. In the indent were six thrones, three of them raised slightly. Among the mist people stood. An old woman sat by a brazier in the center of the indent, tending the flames. A man holding a drum whispered in a musical voice to his neighbor, a woman in a flowing dress, holding a black cloak that sparkled like the stars. The only man or woman not crowded together was a middle-aged woman in a plain, brown short sleeved dress that trailed on the ground. The only adornment she wore were golden beads in her long black hair and a circlet of silver. A pair of wings of light faded in and out behind her.
“We must strike them down at once!” cried a red haired woman standing in the indent. She wore leather armor and amethyst earbobs. As she spoke she clenched her gauntlet-clad hands and paced in front of the thrones.
“Careful Macabe'ena,” cautioned a woman on the right throne that was raised. “There may be a rational reason they are neglecting our sacrifices and laws. We mustn't jump to conclusions.” she had blond hair so pale it looked almost white and pale skin. Her eyes were a strange color: silver.
Macabe'ena laughed. “Easy for you to say, Halia! After all, you're the one ruling over all these unruly gods! You have no freedom to wonder the earth below and see the disobedience happening everywhere! People-priests, even!- kneeling to powerful mortals! Temples to the SkyDancers in disarray! Moldy food and wilting flowers sitting on the altar! Go down to earth Halia, and then tell me not to destroy these mortals.”
Halia gasped slightly, and raised her cupped hand. A ball of blue flame formed in her palm.
“Halia,” said a woman standing by the thrones. Her wildly curly hair was so dark it almost, but not quite looked black. She had a strong nose and piercing, yet warm brown eyes. She laid a calloused hand on Halia's room. “Be careful. She is the goddess of war, my Lady. In a battle she would crush even you.” slowly, Halia curled her fingers around the ball of flame, dousing it. “You're right Rebbisha'a. I have let my pride and dignity blind me to the truth.”
Rebbisha'a stepped out to where Macabe'ena was standing. Her footsteps echoed through the hall. There she stood, the goddess of wisdom wearing a black peasant dress with a silver vest, next to the leather-clad war goddess. “Now,” she said. “I move that we ask Half Vision what to do.” she finished, referring to the goddess of Fate and Time.
The black haired, bearded man on the middle raised throne raised his hand. “I, Medisius, king of the gods, second this motion.” he said in a deep voice.
“I, Zahe'ra, Lady of the Forge also second this motion.” said a copper-haired woman sitting on one of the lower thrones.
“As do I, Avani, Gardener of Earth.” added a blond, green eyed woman on the throne beside Zahe'ra. She wore loose yellow-brown-gold pants and a forest green scarf tied around her waist. Her top was sleeveless, with a v-neck and a circle at the base of the V.
“And I, Isra Protector of the Night.” a black haired woman with one gray eye, one blue. She sat on the other side of Avani, and she wore a loose black skirt and a tight black top. Attached to her wrists and the tips of her middle fingers were loops, holding up a black piece of silk that looked almost like wings. Tied around her hips was a pearly piece of fabric with golden coins dangling from it.
“Then the motion is made.” this came from Medisius, hi sea green eyes studying the woman on the last throne intently.
She had gray hair, but she did not look old. Instead, her hair was gray mixed with brown and black. Two wolf ears poked up from her hair. She was neither young nor old; she had a face that seemed timeless. Her skin was tan, and, like Isra, her eyes were mismatched. Her right eye was gray and murky, making it look almost blind and her left was brown.
She was Half Vision, Guardian of Fate. She was goddess of Time and Wolves, Fate and Choices, Past and Future, Present and Storms. With her left eye she saw what had been, with her right she saw what may be, and together combined her two eyes saw what was.
“You wish for me to Divine?” her voice was silky and calming.
“Yes mother,” replied the woman with gold beaded hair and a silver circlet.
Half Vision nodded and crossed her legs, then begane rocking back and forth and murmuring. “Nants in go yama.. hega yam pe aga... me no chatz kaji..” Its seemed as if the room itself were holding its breath.
“I see an earthquake, now a volcano erupting and a great dragon swooping down..a flood, Tempest..a meteor crashing, now a Forest Lord of Mooshu coming... a skeletal dragon of ice giant coming and freezing everything...wait. A girl and a boy.. she falls, and a Tempest comes..or... another girl... she is sitting by a volcano.. she goes inside a cave in the erupts..yes.” Half Vision seemed to come out of a trance “I have Seen,” she said. “Through Fire or Water the people of Celestia shall meet their end.”
at once, all the gods began arguing, each speaking out their point at the same time as the others. But Halia held up her hand her hand for silence, and an utter quiet blanketed the room, everyone gazing at her. “Zahe'ra,” Halia said when all the attention was on her. “Rebbisha'a, Half Vision, Vestima, Loanra, Avani, and,” she added. “Unfortunately, Medisius, my husband. How long has it been since you have last been to the earth?”
Chapter One

Awati gazed at the lame man pounding away at the iron on her anvil. “Father,” she asked. “Is it true none of my brothers and sisters can breathe Life into the metal or withstand fire?” but the god Hephaestus did not answer...

Brittany gazed up at the stars of Ravenwood from her bedroom window. She loved the stars, to bad there wasn't an astrology class here. She wrinkled her nose at the song she had stuck in her head, and began singing it beneath her breath. “if I die young, bury me in satin. Lay me down on a, bed of roses, sink me in the river, send me away with the words of a love song...

Storm cupped the crystal ball Balestrom had given her. “You are rare, Storm,” he had said. “Take this crystal ball gaze into it. Deep into it, as you would a person whom you were studying.” and so she did, and gradually the white fog inside took the shape of a misty green and mother of pearl room with many, many people...

QuickSilver plucked a wallet from someone's purse, and ran on light feet back to his hiding spot. The rich Medevian would not notice until he reached his home. He opened it up, and gasped. Instead of gold and silver coins as he had expected, but amulets to keep from being seen and getting sick. This could prove very, very useful, if only Nick knew about this...

Robin looked down at her weaving. Why must she always go off pattern? Her Krokotopian teacher wasn't strict at first, but if Robin kept repeating the same mistakes the woman's patience wore thin. Robin sighed and began unraveling...but wait. If she looked at it from a different angle it looked as if she had begun weaving the Ice symbol into her fabric...

Nick wrestled against the two guards furiously. Too late-he might be fast but these guys were strong. Even if he managed to escape their grip he had no chance of getting away. Now he'd have an angry black T on the base of his left thumb. Idiot, he thought. Shouldnt've tried nicking the rolls when I knew there were guards there. I hope Silver's got a good catch. He added, I'm certainly not getting it, and we've barely eaten the past few days...

Chapter Two
being one of the Seven is not fun.
Until I started at RavenWood I was just a poor Eriniolish boy growing up in MarlyBone. Once I joined the Seven I ended up destroying a world as we knew it. Like I said, not fun. Probably the only good thing about being one of the Seven is that I finally found someplace I could fit in. here's my life in a nutshell.
I don't know much about my past. I grew up in a family of wizards from Erinolia, a world off of Marlybone. Not many know about it. Ever wondered where the gangsters of MarlyBone came from? No need to wonder any longer. I grew up in a three-room tenement in Chelsea Court. There were two beds: one for my parents and one for my six sisters. I slept on the couch. My mother was a herbmage, and my father was an archeologist studying ancient Celestia. I had six sisters, Scarlet the Theurgist, Fallon the Thaumaturge, Electra the Necromancer, Alexis the Diviner, Morgan the Pyromancer and Kayla the Sorceress, all with bright red hair. Me, I was the Conjurer in the family, but I never was really interested in history. When I was little my father brought home a copy of The Book of Schools and Secrets, the book that tells you what school of Magick you are in RavenWood. I took the quiz and it said I was Myth. As an herbmage, it also helped Mum do spells she'd had trouble with in the past. She was so proud when Scarlet started out at RavenWood. Never had enough power to go there herself, so I s'pose she was just happy her daughter could.
Like I said, all my family had odd features for Merlybonians. They weren't dogs or cats or, (gods forbid) rats, but they ain't exactly quite human either. Scarlet had a pair of black and white cat ears and a matching tail. Morgan whinnied like the family horse when she was happy or excited or amused. Fallon's hair stood up an' she growled when she was angry. Alexis had eyes as sharp as a hawk's, even in the dark and had a long, almost hooting laugh. Electra had an unnatural gift for music; she made whatever song she played or sang beautiful no matter how bad the original and never wanted to do what Mum asked her to, and when she did she sang songs Mum hated under her breath. And Kayla was Kayla, as good with machines as she was with people, fixing anything that was broken, going crazy if she had nothing productive to do.
Me? I have black rebellious hair that made me stand out in the photos of the family of nine, eight of 'em with red hair. I've always had kinda dark skin compared to everyone else in the GriffinRider family and small ears. I can hold my breath for ten minutes underwater, and can never seem to get wet enough. That’s pretty much my life. So, yeah, on to the story.
“come on Paul we need to get there early enough for you to enroll!” begged Scarlet. I began gulping down my oatmeal. Today was my thirteenth birthday. My first day at Ravenwood. As soon as I was finished, fourteen year old Kaylee whisked my bowl and began washing it.
“Paul, you'd better go change into your uniform now. Electra put it on ya' bed.” knowing Electra she'd prolly “put it on my bed” by tossing it onto my pillow without a moments thought, I told myself. But I nodded and went into the living room-sure enough, the -clearly-folded-by-Mum-for-sheer-neatness novice uniform in my favorite colors-dark blue and dark green-was lying carelessly on the couch along with my shoes. I picked it up, and put it on. The cotton felt light and comfortable.
hope ya like it!
ps: oh yeah. i went to see the doctor today and she said i have bronchidis, so i might be playing weird hours. dont be surprised.