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Wow, it's been a while since I last submitted anything. I suppose my mind is growing wary sweatdrop Anyways, I feel completely terrible. I hate getting sick crying . Good s**t, I'm ranting again. Let's see, something that I'm happy about? *thinks* Oh, I finally got volumes 3 and 4 of Fullmoon O Sagashite-Sioful is a complete shojo girl whee , tough I do enjoy other genres of manga-. I've gotten more art commisions form my real life friends and so far my acursed artist block hasn't kicked in yet, which is really good.
Alright, enough of my ramblings. Here is the introduction of a story that I've been working on *digs through documents*: Chapter 1: The Mark. "We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." ~Luciano de Crescenzo
Shining brightly across the dark night's sky, the moon watched over, illuminating a dense forest below. This place seemed empty, so quiet; not even a little field mouse wondered the ground in search of a meal. No crickets chirping in the cool night air, nor did the humble owl stir here. Autumn had taken it's toll on the old forest. Bone chilling wind howled on for miles in the endless brush. The trees were stripped of their leaves. They laid on the ground, dry, crisp, and dead, briefly taking flight by the passing wind. As the wind howled on, stirring the leaves, something else seemed to move. It was rushing through the shadows in search of something, running soon turning into a graceful sprint. Long dark hair flowed through the violent wind, the sounds of crunching leaves beneath feet drowned by the passing wind. Cold and shivering the being moved onward, hidden by shadows of the passing clouds. The being grew weary as the time past by, yet it's will was strong. As the dimmed moon reappeared, the the light revealed a young girl. She appeared sixteen in age, her apparel suggested that she wasn't from around here. She wore a black mini-skirt, dark leather jacket, a white t-shirt underneath, matching boots and fish nets. A blood red collar and a few chains dangled around her neck. She kept her face well hidden in the darkness. As her search continued, she grew weaker by the cold. So close to her destination, yet her body wasn't strong enough. She fell to the ground, crinkling the leaves below her. Unconscious, she was losing precious body heat. Beginning to stir once more, she heard the sounds of muffled voices. Gaining consciousness, she took control of her body. Her eyes glued shut, blinded by the artificial light that surrounded her. It was then that she noticed that she wasn't in the dark forest any more. She wasn't even in the forest. Here she was, laying on some couch before a roaring fireplace of somewhere she she didn't know, or thought she didn't know. "Good, we thought you died on us." A clear voice laughed. It belong to a man, fairly young, probably in his early thirties. Having semi-long silver hair, bright blue eyes and strong features. He wore a long flowing robe and his smile somewhat scared her. It was one of those smiles that wasn't as sincere as a true smile should of been. He gently patted her on the head, ruffling her hair a bit. She groaned, allowing her eyes to adjust to the light. Still a little drowsy from her faint, she moved away from his hand, then whispered softly. "Where am I? How did I get here? Who are you?" She was still a little cold, slightly numb and had no clue how she got here or where here was for that matter. She lifted herself, the blood rushing to her head. She laid herself back down rather quickly almost fainting again. She moved her long bangs out of her face, revealing modest red-dish copper eyes. A little fear shot through them, but mostly depression shone the loudest. Barely a word of happiness, but still she smiled, half sarcastically. "Silly girl," A different voice rang. It belong to a lady, looking around her mid-twenties. She had fair, blond hair, soft and delicate to the touch- a perfect accent to her bright and lively gray eyes. It wasn't as long as the young girl's but it was still prettier then Astatos'. She was in a simple dress, black and covered with lace, some what like a Halloween vampiress costume that covered very little of her pale snow white skin. Her voice was soft, compassionate but filled with confidence, "No need to be frightened. You're perfectly safe here. If we hadn't found you, you would have surely died in the cold Autumn night. This is Argon and I'm Ania. You are?" "Why should I tell you?" The girl snapped. This was all confusing to her, and these two weren't much help. Slowly, she lifted herself again sitting up right. She blinked, still adjusting to the light. "Relax, you're among friends." Ania, as she titled herself, then turned to Argon and begin to whisper in his ear. "With that spirit, there's no way she couldn't be-" "But look at her. She's so thin and bright. I don't think she's-" He denied but was quickly cut off.
I'll post the rest later, but I think that's a good spot to end it for now anyways.
Ps. If there are any typos in the intro above, then I apologies. I'm a typo queen and eventually I'll get to fixing it.
Sioful · Sun Feb 12, 2006 @ 10:55pm · 0 Comments |
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