01/30/2024 01:20 PM  SWC& Ark-Gaming Just going to start random blogs that no one will read but who knows maybe somewhere and for someone I shall consume your attention for a whole minute! XD  So, I play Summoners War Chronicles (also Summoners war but not so hard even though i started on that first-I hate the interface) and really enjoy it but find that the material isn't coming out fast enough for me to enjoy. No to mention the pay to play gap -_- they have added some nice new monsters and the monster nat 5* drop rate is soooooooo good compared to SW. I'm not 'go hard' player just one that enjoys it. However, I've noticed that the community on SWC is shocking... like dead so I'm a pretty lonely gamer on there.  Additionally I play Ark survival (phone) absolutely love it but mostly because i really like dinosaurs and it reminds me of a tv show called dinotopia haha. Though i will point out, death by spino or the boas from the swap is terrifying and frustrating. I'm currently waiting on the revamp which got pushed back to June this year, going to get sooooo lazy and blind BUT I am super excited! Recently finished playing Diablo Immortal (phone) but unfortunately had to give it up after a while due to the paywall. I take a free to play stance with the occasional purchase here or there, i'm deffo not a wale but i think most gaming companies now are pushing the pay to play far to much.  Let me know what games you play if you read, got this far or got bored. 0 Comments

01/30/2024 01:18 PM  Q&A Current mood:  amused A page to ask any questions about character, writer, random stuff and of course utter mayhem.    0 Comments

01/11/2024 10:52 PM  Wanted Man Current mood:  adventurous Deadly, this little secret of ours. A secret that started so innocently, so free of restraint that it caught us by surprise and left us hiding our courtship from even his majesty. Kraven Hilde was his name, a grumble of a man who towered above all others and was chosen by the king as the newest chamber guard. His stoic and silent nature made him excellent to watch the kings favorite consort from afar, after all, the king had made far to many enemies who would enjoy collecting her. Kraven had come from a neighbouring kingdom, his long hair decorated with coils of gold that counted up his wins. The distinguishing of his form being the dark purple of his aura that followed him like an extra guard, it lingered around his form warding of any potential airs of testing. The courtesan Yuma Lin on the other hand was a difficult woman, short, rambunctious, foul-mouthed, foul-mouthed for good reason. Every way she carried herself, everything she did was a giant 'f*** off' signal towards the king. After all he had just kidnapped and imprisoned her in the kingdom she resented. It was only 5 years prior that the Kin has starved her village and turned a blind eye to the pillaging his men had set loose. So, the very idea of his attention and insesent begging to bed her sent consistent fould shivers down her spine. Oh, the depravity of the weak-willed men. It was such behavior that left Yuma with a short temper and consistent wild outbursts when in public, from throwing flowers, denying the king his affection and taking up simple bestial sports such as wrestling. Yuma didn't care if she was littered with bruises or ignored by all as long as it kept the king at bay.  That was until Kraven was posted at her door. His nightly patrols in utter silence and purple hues always appeared to gaze within the room whenever she felt utterly alone, catching her off guard when she was humming a soft melody. Yuma spent her nights usually alone and able to be herself, in those times she let no one in and hoarded a myriad of things even the king thought odd. Her early hours of the night where spent humming low and gentle melodies, stitching and sewing wild flowers she found, tending to her bruises and reading a plethora of books brought from the consorteum. A well-hidden secret she liked to keep even from the king.  Then again... So was Kraven Hilde in the months to come.  His patrols grew more and more frequent to her room, those glances grew longer and where he stood seemed to get closer to the door every night. Till one night Yuma faced him, pulling it open to corner his reason "Get back to your post soldier..."  She muttered under her breath, her eyes gliding up to meet the strong arm that gripped the entrance of her door way. Feeling the looming presence of his aura grow darker around her as he craned ever closer to Yuma, his silence leaving only the wind to fill the void between them.  "No." Kraven's voice rang out deep and heavy, laced with enjoyment. As his long locks dropped over his shoulders and body hid even the moon from Yumas sight. Eventually Yuma closed the door shutting him out, her heart thumping far to loudly. It took minutes or maybe it was hours to finally look out of the lattice to her room, to see where he was. Finding herself met with the mans gaze back at her bedroom before he finally faced forward grinning into the midnight hour.  And it continued like that with glances, glances to long down the corridors or whenever Yuma was training she found Kraven's gaze never leaving her. Eventually, it clouded her brain till she suffered a punch to the gut in practice that made her wail. The first embrace. Kravens strong arms picking her up like she was nothing and carried the consort back to the room doing his job as the maids and wrestle partners could only look on, even the king merely commended him for his loyalty. But they shouldn't have , no. His arms tightened Yumas body, holding her closer as he let out a short hungry grunt. His foot prying open her bedroom door and three steps later throwing her down upon the bed. Kraven lingered over her for a long and silent time before standing outside the door once again his knuckles turning white as he gripped his fists tight. Day turned to night, the lanterns illuminating the hallways and Yumas bedroom as she inspected the lovely bruise upon her stomach. Tutting to her sloppy response as she applied salve. With a gentle murmur she realised she hadn't thanked Kraven, stumbling up to the door in her white apron. Prying it apart, or rather trying to and failing. The soreness of her stomach sent vicious pains up her midriff, the gentle cry in pain forced Kraven into her bedroom in no more than a breath. His lips tugged into an unusual shape as his hungry eyes dragged themselves over Yumas body before reaching her eyes, Yuma rudely saying  "Help me up goddammit!"  Kraven grunted once more, low and feral. He rarely ever talked, rarely ever left his duty or even did anything besides his job but there he was muttering defiance under his breath.  "No~" Sliding the door closed behind him and unclasping the front plates of his armour a sly grin appearing on his face. Dropping everything to Yumas feet. His hands picking up the salve and bandages.  "If i wasn't before I am a wanted man now" 0 Comments

01/08/2024 01:06 PM  Test- Chapter 5 The Deep- Current mood:  artistic Even Demons have souls, those words were perhaps more true than false and steeped with mystery. After all, to be a demon you must forfeit your soul but that does not mean they cannot gain one. For beings such as Galgorith he was not turned but rather born soulless, thoughtless and without heart. A creature who's purpose was derived from the pleasure of consuming and destroying the food before them i.e. flesh, bone and of course living souls. However, the months and years that passed with the girl it had met one night in the kingdom of Fell had sparked something entirely new within. The faceless entity grew more and more accustomed to frying up bacon every morning for the she wolf, pouring two perhaps three cups of coffee to quench the woman thirst. Like clock work it laid out her clothes, told her stories at bedtime and gave her comfort when it seemed that the nightmares had her. However, it was not without it's own confusing repercussions, Galgorith no longer hungered, no longer felt the purpose to hunt and acquired what humans called 'guilt'. Every time it's featureless face looked at the youthful woman who ate her bacon it would hear the dread of her retching that would happen only moments later, the torment of eating her own kin had left a scar upon the mind that would never leave.  Yet, watching her sit and still shovel it into her mouth with a smile hurt more. Galgorith had acquired the notion of 'pain' and how painful it was. Whenever Truth left the room it couldn't help but grip the counter with a panic, the tightness of its form overwhelming.  "F***" Even now decades on Galgorith couldn't quiet shake the feeling, couldn't quiet get rid of that hollowed-out, dusted and dead smile of hers that haunted it's waking days. Every day Galgorith grew more, it's soul forming like a madness, dragging and clutching at the tail of the little wolf that it had scarred. In solitude and the early hours of morning, Galgorith could not help but tear at it's own flesh realising that it could never go back. So, when Truth was finally at a stage she had passed the vomiting, the tormenting and the crying it had finally decided what to do next.  -Knock-Knock- "Yes?" Truth spoke as she dragged a comb through the long brown locks, no longer afraid of her reflection nor the crimson hues that had taken over her Bambi brown eyes. The door creaked open and Galgorith stepped forth bowing lightly. Turning in her seat Truth smiled softly and said "you need not bow you know? I'm not a princess.". Galgorith had no face for a particular reason, it could not hide from her the reactions of her words because she was not a princess anymore, no, she was a Queen. Truth was royalty and the weight of it was limitless, Galgorith could see it. It could see that blood-drenched tiara, the flesh she ate for strength, and the flames that christened her a new. It could feel the danger and darkness loom around her like a cloak and the fire within her eyes pierced Galgorith with every smiling gaze she gave it.  How it hurt... "It is time for us to train Sin-I mean Truth" Truths crimson hues narrowed upon hearing the start of her birth name, her jaw clenching reflexively as obvious annoyance settled across her usually calm and loving features. It wasn't always that she was so firm with it but the mere mention of the words Sindarin Fell may as well have been a knife to the heart. A knife she so carefully avoided because of who named her, where she came from and the torture that had born her. Striking her hands together Truth stood up and waved of the tension Galgorith had caused.  "Okay, let's go. Don't go easy on me, I need to know what I can and cannot do if your not around to get me."  Which had they known at that time was as much limited as it was limitless. The door clicking closed behind her as the pair strided up to the training area. It was nestled quiet tightly within a nether pocket of the void that made Truths home, each door, if you thought it,brought you to where you wanted to go.   0 Comments

03/01/2019 04:01 PM  A life unlived Current mood:  adventurous A life unlived.  Truth was always a secular being, following a drive of primordial basics that meant she only needed what her body needed. Anything extra was for her soul and mind. The meaning of 'living' nothing but wake up, hunt, search for a place to sleep and move on; nothing else was needed for her to 'live'. Yet, her soul would crumble bit by bit as the chains of the beast tightened its grip. Till even Truth would question am I a being or a beast? Only the itch of death would remind her that her heart was still beating and that the seasons had changed. For all she was in power and all she was in beast, a weapon of war, crafted to slaughter she was nothing but a broken piece of coal ready to crumble under the feat of what it truly means to 'live'. Few would catch the curiosity she harboured for humanity, for the small feats their short lives bared witness to. And only one bearing witness to the ears she would shed when they had died. The handful of mortals growing old with her in the blink of an eye and standing soon after beneath her feet, gathering her tears to feed their flowers. Truth waited in expectance, waiting, waiting for her heart to beat once more. A moment that was futile to come but what did, was a need. A need to know how to 'live' in a life unlived, to grow her soul till she was full from drinking.  "A life unlived, a love untold, a moment of difference between the being and the beast." 0 Comments

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