These are the characters from my poem Eyes: Spirit of winter, Elkna; and her nemesis, spirit of summer, Tlisa.
For those who havent read it: my poem, Eyes
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.
Elkna and LenaG:
LenaG: So, is it true that you can transform into any winter-assciated animal?
Elkna: So thats what lies Tlisa has been spreading about me. NO! Only animals that live in the Arctic, like seals, snowy owls, foxes, polar bears, and elk.
LenaG: Do you have a dungeon?
Elkna: What are you thinking? Of course!
LenaG: Do you have animals servants?
Elkna: Yes! I make servants out of penguins, artic foxes, polar bears, snowy owls, and elk.
LenaG: Most valued trait?
Elkna: My coldness.
Tlisa and LenaG:
LenaG: Do you really hate Elkna?
Tlisa: Actualey, no! She just does alot of bad things to me, and I defend myself. You may notice that I never actually was on the offense.
LenaG: Do you have animal servants?
Tlisa: That would be cruel, right?
LenaG: What animals can you turn into?
Tlisa: Animals that live in the desert, animals who generally are at their livelist in summer, and birds of any kind
LenaG: Most valued trait?
Tlisa: My kindness
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Sunday, April 6, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
The Meeting
The bronze dragons scales scraped against rough rocks as she settled down to become part of the circle. " This has gone to far" she hissed "Shark, you must STOP!" " But I thought you pledged yourself to the Revengie." was the chilling response, as a sapphire dragon slid around the corner. " I really did. We really did. And the punishment for betrayal to the Revengie, Chrome" he let the words settle down" Is death." Chrome jerked her tail back and fourth. With interest, some other dragons, mostly reddish-yellow, or brownish-gold, and the occasional black, leaned forward. " But I want to quit. This has gone to far!" Shark smiled grimly. " No, Chrome. You have gone to far. Good-bye." Chrome's dying scream as she fell down the cliff still echoes in some's minds.
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