Deep in the night, A dragon lurks.
Her name is Elkna, spirit of winter.
Her Nemesis is Tlisa, spirit of summer.
Her eyes-
They swirl wildly,
They twist and turn
They are Blue, a cold, ice-like, Blue.
They Hpytnotize you,
As they twist;
They remind you of the beauty of winter as you die.
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
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Monday, March 10, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
The jackolopes, chapter 5, the burial
Dew was buried under a willow, under the nearest stretch of paurie grass they could find. The star, however, was not buried with her. It was given to Beetle, who had been developing a (love) affair with Dew. The sunset fell onto Dews broken body. She was special. Unlike most Jackolopes, she had not been a solid color. Instead of the festive reds, pinks, oranges, or yellows; the calming, greens, blues, and whites; the dark blacks, greys, and browns; and all the colors in between, Dew had been a calming aqua, with white paws and small bursts of yellow all over her body. And no one, NO ONE, could match her soothing voice, and skill at cooking. After the funeral, when the jackolopes found shelter for the night in a dark, damp, cave, Beetle swore never to use the star. It was a promise he would soon break.
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Monday, February 10, 2014
Death
A hole gaped in the frozen earth.The girl gasped weakly. Her hands failed around, grasping for a hold. Frost covered her features, once pretty, now ugly and marred. "You wouldn't dare." She gasped, reaching up to grasp solid earth. It crumbled when she touched it, falling into the bottomless pit. " Oh, yes I will." A voice responded. A man peered over the side of the pit, grinning evilly. He reached downward, touching her hand, but doing nothing but slipping off a bracelet, with beads of sapphire and crystal, that she wore. " I know what you really are." He said, peering at the bracelet as he spoke. " A winter spirit. To be precise, a spirit of ice. Ice spirits are deadly, with there freezing winds and blasts, frostbit instant, and the ability to freeze hearts. But I know the ice spirits downfall. They may be friends with fire, lava, and magma spirits, but the heat at the center of the earth will kill them." The girl seemed to faint; how could he know? but she struggled on grasping for handholds. Ice appeared and spread wherever her fingers touched, but melted away. Heat steamed from the cracks in the walls. The man breathed steam; the heat through the wall increased. The ice seemed to melt. The ice spirit was dying. But then the ice spirit lept forward. She grabbed on to the mans arm and swung upward, kicking him in the face, leaping forward and spinning around. The ice seemed to stop melting; in fact, it seemed to be spreading. The girl kicked the man into the pit. The cold seemed to be thicker there. The man was dying. " You are the good guy, I am the bad one." She jeered. "Who is here to save you?"
Friday, January 31, 2014
The Jackolopes, chapter 3, A shard of glass
5 jackalopes where departing to find the white flower, and unravel the meaning of the jackolope prophecy. They where departing next morning. The searchers were: Poppy, a old but wise and stable elder; A young healer skilled in the art of seeing, Dew; A especially fast finder, Beetle; Deer, a young jackalope who was skilled in planning and archery; and last, but not least, Sky, a trap detector and disabler. The good-byes where being said. Any moment now, the Jackolopes would leave. Just before the party began their journey downward, Jumpera limped out of her tent. She slipped a shard of glass into Dew's paw and left. Dew dropped the piece of glass into her satchel. None of them wondered or even bothered to look at the shard.
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