I was going to put a synopsis here but it's 4:30 am. Anyways, if you want to read about my continuing adventures in Peru, a link is here. It has pictures and my endless stream of consciousness rants.
I managed to write a few posts on the flight, and I only owe one as of now, so I hope to keep it that way. If I forget anyone, please tell me. Also, my posts may not be formatted all pretty like, but I'll fix em when I'm back. It's the writing that counts, right?
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year.
Yep. Welcome to 2010. I just walked around the Macau tower, and boy are my legs tired. But seriously, I'm happy I managed to walk the whole way around, some 200 meters up in the air. Will post photos later.
So, about me. Name: Classified Age: 13 Race: Chinese (Half Chinese, half Indonesian) Nationality: British Overseas (Was born in HK while it was under British rule) Likes: Sweets, Lemon Sorbet, Reading, Cheese, Mizahar, and Roleplaying in general Dislikes: Marry sues, Bad Roleplaying, and idiots.
It is done. I have written down the dastardly prophecy- for that is what I believe it to be- and I have kept it. It seemed too important to burn like the others. What is so tragic is that the poem, which I have named Red Teardrops, may have sealed my doom. I showed it to one of the high priestesses, and she believes the poem and I to be demonic. She has accused me of using the dark arts, of witchcraft! There is to be a private trial tomorrow at noonday. I fear for my life as well as my soul, now. Although perhaps it is best that the world is purged of me, I cannot allow it. Self preservation is human and myrian nature, after all.
As I write this, I am about to flee my church, my home, my prison out of the window that they so stupidly did not lock. I will go to an inn where hopefully I can find a hot meal and a room to stay in at least temporarily. I may be damned, but I refuse to die in this place, forgotten and hidden from the world.
Okay guys, so I am getting ready for college classes, and I was reading other peoples blogs and it made me realize, this is in fact a writing forum. And, that is why i am here. The thing is, not everything i have written involves Mizahar of course, but even currently very few things involve Arinia. So I though i will include one of my favorite pieces i have ever written and see what you guys think.
It has nothing to do with mizahar. In fact, the piece clashes with Mizaharian theme internally, but ohwell. Feek free to thrash away Also please understand, this is different from my RP posts, this took months to complete just wish shear amounts of edits, and even my own beta with this one. This is the opening to a book I am currently developing.
An Awakening :
Slowly, warily, attentively he scouted the area. Turning his head, he scanned the horizon for pursuers or enemies. Not that it was likely; he had a nature inclination to subtlety. After finding no threat, he looked for friends and allies. Turing his whole body he examined the tall brush of unkempt, dying grass, the lonely trees. He felt the itch of the cold, half-dead leaves brushing his neck. Repressing a shiver, he smells the air, the odor of his comrades' close by, the repulsing odor or human activities, and the faint whiff of his prey. Suddenly his ears pricked slightly. He glanced towards the sound of footsteps. Light, but there. She was here. He turned to the area the sound emitted from, facing the direction he knew she would emerge from. Luckily the wind was blowing the sound to him. Had it not, she would have been easily missed and he wouldn't know she was upon him. As she stepped warily from the darkness, he looked at the watch on his wrist. 1:01 am. She was late. He sighed, knowing it was wrong to berate her, nonetheless, she was late. She appeared where he knew she would....
So I've got three things to mention today. Firstly, my burned and bitten thumb. The guy who helped me put on my bandage apparently missed the fact that the adhesive ended up on the burn, while only the bite was covered. When I removed my bandage the adhesive scooped all the burned flesh out of my burn. That, was, fun.
Sturlin has an avatar now! He looks scary, and I like it. Cypress, a woman who recently joined our wonderful chat, made him for me. She rocks. Sadly she doesn't believe how much I like it, so if you appreciate my avatar picture please forum pm her to let her know that her art is top notch.
Nustril. Once I get an avatar for this fellow i'll be headed for the grasslands. The world isn't ready for this much kitty, and I doubt they've a big enough ball of string.
As usual thanks for reading, I'm really bad at this blogging business , ~J