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Post by { PASCALINE } on Jan 19, 2011 3:00:51 GMT -5
WE GOT ALL THE TEMPLATES ON THE SITE. THANKS, GUYS!Our affiliate, the resource site ON-THE-EDGE, was hacked recently. Unfortunately, all the resources such as templates are gone. While Coma and Kari were working hard to get the site up I suggested that they create a board so players who use OTE templates can repost them so the owners can claim them and repost them. However, I'd like to do all the OTE templates on TB as one neat package so we don't clutter the board. So, if anyone has used an OTE template on the site or on any other sites they're on at the moment, please post them here in this thread and I will take them over to OTE. DO NOT put them in a code box, as that usually messes some of the codes up. Thank you to everyone who helps!
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Post by pocket01 on Jan 19, 2011 12:43:35 GMT -5
/lol i removed my post and stuff already for you! 8) [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/bgpattern6.png]it seems like my eyes have been transfigured SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE HAS CHANGED - THEY'RE OPEN WIDE but hold that trigger → FIRST SENTENCE GOES HERE. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Phasellus id libero enim. Quisque augue dui, dapibus et commodo vel, interdum vel ipsum. Donec fermentum, diam vitae cursus lacinia, nisl est pretium erat, id porttitor ipsum massa et nisl. Maecenas ac sem nulla, at sodales metus. Sed tincidunt, libero vel volutpat fringilla, magna felis lacinia metus, ut volutpat nibh augue id ante. Sed eget urna nulla, ac condimentum lorem. Nulla interdum magna quis dui faucibus ut malesuada erat condimentum. Nunc lacinia felis in nulla rhoncus eget sollicitudin purus sodales. Ut at lobortis tellus. Nam ut convallis mauris. Nullam quam eros, mattis eu posuere eget, pellentesque vitae dui. Nunc vehicula, urna eu elementum egestas, orci velit vulputate augue, nec adipiscing urna urna ac lorem.
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Post by { PASCALINE } on Jan 19, 2011 17:29:43 GMT -5
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FINN SLATER
Because after all those wings will take you up so high
So take a breath of mist and mystery and take to the sky
Despite the occasional required dirty work, there were a few perks to being a member of the Scarlet Guns. Namely, a pick of one of the once-luxurious hotel rooms. It was long time since the good old days when the Big Red had been at the top of all its glory. Back then, it had been as classy as any five-star hotel, with countless visitors having fun in the casino. Drinks all around and all that. Not that he had been around back then, but he could imagine how opulent it must have been. Though it had definitely become rather run-down, there was still a ghost of its past grandeur. From the peeling paint on the walls and dust-covered surfaces to faded furniture, it was easy to picture what it looked like before. In any event, Finn was taking full advantage of the luxuries his room offered.
Sprawled on the king-sized mattress that occupied the center of the room, he absently scrutinized the worn out patterns of the wallpaper. He'd recently taken to lounging around in the Big Red in his free time--when he wasn't restocking his supply of sugar, of course--to fantasize about his hopes of visiting the Upside one day. The Big Red was the closest to what he imagined the buildings on the floating islands to be like, only cleaner and even more magnificent. In all honesty though, it wasn't what it looked like up there that interested him. Not at all. It was the fancy food that he wondered about. The pastries, the confectioneries, the cakes, and who knew what else! Alas, it was a topic he frequently daydreamed about. Speaking of sweets from the Upside, the red-head could not help but feel as if he was forgetting something important. Something to do with the Upside, and the food there. The only person he knew who came from up there was Tabbi, the sky pirate. Tabbi! Finn leaped to his feet, immediately snapping out of his reverie. Crap! I complete forgot about meeting her! was his first thought. And then: I probably shouldn't tell her that.
A few minutes later, the 18-year old came hurtling out of the doors of the tower. His green eye swept across the streets, searching for the familiar figure of the woman and her bird. It didn't take long for him catch sight of the winged shape swooping about in the air. With his enhanced vision, it was only a matter of focusing in on the bird to pick out the distinguishing features of the red-crested hawk. Calcifer. Tracking its descent back down toward earth, Finn immediately saw her, back pressed against the side of the tower. His customary grin in place, he began creeping stealthily toward her. He was careful to keep quiet, darting from shadow to shadow, grabbing whatever cover he could from trashcans and lampposts. As he drew closer, however, Finn paused, letting the seconds draw out before making his entrance. Which he did, as scarily as he could. "Boo!" he yelled, springing out of the closest hiding spot, a pile of discarded boxes. "Did I get ya?" Finn greeted, beaming.
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Judging by his sub-zero body temperature (he wasn't thaaaat cold), too, he was probably naked. That hypothesis was speedily confirmed by his own two eyes, to his intense dismay. Just fucking great, someone probably stole his clothes. And his money. How was he supposed to get out of here...wherever "here" was, anyways?
"Here's some speech"
And then some thoughts must be something wrong with me credit goes to gREY of OTE words: number; tags: some tags here;
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stop now! before it's too late, your lover was for hire, have you noticed he's been late? | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/a2vuas.png); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #202020; text-transform: lowercase;] With a heaving sigh, Celestial Ventura walked through the gardens that she could not smell. The sunlight wasn't comforting, it was simply blinding. Yet, something about these gardens that she couldn't relax in to the fullest extent was... well, comfortable. Maybe it was the fact that there were so many sensations not including smell and touch that overwhelmed her almost to the point of exhaustion. However, she would enjoy it while the feeling lasted, or at least until her break lasted and some commander was forced to come and collect the wandering Special Agent.
Celes sighed softly, rubbing a thumb against her bottom lip idly as she looked up at the gardens. Such a strange thing to say: looking up at the gardens. A small smile danced over her lips as her hand reached up to brush along a petal of a low hanging flower. Yeah, she might be an unnatural man-made being, but she still knew what was beautiful and this... this was definitely beauty. She could understand why humans were suckers for beauty sometimes.
Something caught her eye. She snapped her head to stare at the vivid golden speck across the garden from her. Adjusting her eyesight, the gold became more sharp and she realized after a beat that it was a male; boy, really. He seemed short. That was saying a lot, considering Celestial's own petite stature. In fact, this boy seemed to be the same height as she was, at least from a distance. That might change once she got closer... and she did want to get closer. She navigated her way through the gardens, ducking under low hanging plants and trees. Her body slid behind a tree as she watched this peculiar looking person. Bright blue eyes blinked in surprise as she noticed his arm... mechanical. Like a robot's. Cyborg? She filed this away quickly in her mind, along with some other physical characteristics he had.
He was as short as she thought he was.
Curiosity made her come out from her hiding place. Tegan had always laughed at her because of her curiosity, but she couldn't help it. Celes scooted forwards and leaned over the boy, blinking curiously.
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Post by southie on Jan 19, 2011 17:56:34 GMT -5
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[/color] Eirian snarled loudly and very harshly, her fanged teeth pushing the violent sounds through the air once more. No one ever dodged her striking out at them, her heel turned on the ground, her body shifting back to the male, maroon eyes and mind thrashing him into the ground repeatedly, if looks could truly kill, if only. She went to strike at him once more, eyes flicking down towards the small and silver sphere in the male's hand. A Spira? Ahh... Eirian stopped for a moment, listening to the pathetic being speaking, eyes cutting to a response. "Just an animal? Just an ANIMAL? You are an ignorant being, blind to the species barrier. Animals are the true beings of the world, they belong here, not us. Believe me or not, I , a wolf chimera, do not consume meat, or intentionally harm other animals... Humans however are another story entirely."[/color] Eirian's ears flicked forward violently, thrusting herself forward, her fist thrust at his face again, not even caring if she hit him or not, stomping her foot on the ground. She was standing still, hatred emanated from around her, looking around, no one was around. As she went to strike out again, another human seemed to interrupt the two of them, ears flicking in her direction. "Nothing is wrong, it would be best you leave us be."[/color] She tried to keep quiet, biting into her lip as she took notice to what the thing was eating. As an alchemist, she should have something up her sleeve, right? Well no, not Eirian, of course not. She had meant to visit the Black Market, being an alchemist was dangerous, not many people realized that fact. She also needed a hovercraft, but that story is for some other time, Eirian cursed herself for not being armed with something, anything. A large and fiercer snarl danced off the wolf chimera's tongue and teeth as she replied back to the human, he tried to play this off to others, a friend? How dare! "How dare you offer me up as your friend, you despicable, twisted, and treacherous human. I would never associate with a murderer like you, I'm not lowly. But I am Eirian Seren, say goodbye to a few of your teeth."[/color] Once again, the wolf chimera kicked off of the ground, fist raised as she leapt at the human male once more, intent on hitting him this time, if her second strike missed. words: 427. muse: 55 percent. tags: IDK. notes: WOO! music: None. lyrics used: Beautiful by Creed. credits: rinne of ote, dredg[/div][/size][/td][/tr][/table] loved by some feared by others. [/center] |
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Post by { PASCALINE } on Jan 19, 2011 18:27:28 GMT -5
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[/i] do androids dream of electric sheep in the night?.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [/center] "arianna", thoughts. While Dietrich was strolling along the Isle of Adney, Arianna was quietly reading a book on the history of Khthonia, trying desperately to power off the Anger Core inside her that mysteriously refused to change its settings. She had absolutely no idea why she was acting so irrational; the gynoid could only surmise that her Personality Cores were malfunctioning. Pity, considering that the only way to fix it was to wipe her hard drive completely and build her from scratch. And Arianna would not allow that to happen. It had taken her four long, agonizing years to become conscious and develop a mind of her own, and now that she had tasted free will for the first time, she was rather reluctant to give it up.
But what was there to do? If her creator demanded Arianna to divulge her secret, she would be obliged to follow the order. Although she was able to act like a human in many respects, having the ability to lie was not one of them. It was quite a shame, too, as she could have escaped the manor a long time ago, if she had that skill programmed into her mainframe. No, Arianna would have to bide her time, at least until she was able to find a convenient means to escape. She had already thought of vague plans as to what she could do once she escaped - run away to Khthonia, perhaps, or join a sky pirate crew. They were only vague plans, however, and not anything completely fleshed out. To be honest, she wasn't exactly sure what she could do, if she did even manage to get free. A disobedient doll, full of thoughts of revolution? She'd only be fit for a pile of scraps at Junkyard Downs at best.
As if the gods decided to smile down on her today, her creator gave her a command, one that actually pleased Arianna, for once. "Arianna, dear, do me a favor and take Walter out for a walk." Sophia drawled, giving the doll a leash attached to the collar of a dog chimera. Arianna nodded and replied impassively, "Yes, Creator," fingers curled tightly around the leash. Her master's face was filled with irritation as she snapped, "Arianna, darling, how many times must I say this? Call me mother." The gynoid turned to face her creator for the last time, blinking steadily as she spoke once more in that smooth, monotone voice, "Yes, Mother."
She slowly walked outside, Walter trotting steadily by her heels. Arianna's head rotated 360 degrees, switching to x-ray vision as she made sure no one was watching. When she was satisfied, she returned her vision to normal and dropped the leash. As Arianna faced an incredulous Walter, she smiled and tilted her head downward, patting him on the head before she spoke, "It was a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Walter. Unfortunately, I cannot stay here any longer." And with that, Arianna ran as quickly as she could, building momentum in order to successfully vault over the fence. Yes, it was a foolproof plan. What she didn't account for was the presence of a curious, green-haired man lounging at the other side of the fence.
The laws of gravity compelled Arianna to fall on top of Dietrich, and she dared not attempt to defy those sacred laws. So she fell on top of the man, emitting an "Oof!" as she landed, despite feeling nothing whatsoever. Her programming dictated that she should act as human as possible, and now was not the time to rebel against it, particularly when she had only just acquired her freedom. Arianna quickly leaped off the man and flattened her skirt, lest he figure out that the junk in her trunk was made of a titanium and steel alloy. He'd probably figure something was up, considering a 185 pound weight just dropped on him from above. Her voice, although seemingly bored and disinterested, managed to add a hint of concern to it. "...Apologies, sir. Are you quite alright?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . notes i hope this isn't powerplaying... if it is, lemme know so i can fix it ;w; words 671. xD no worries, they won't always be this long if you want them shorter. P: tag dietrich! [kai] table made by apo of on the edge![/blockquote][/size] I'M JUST A KID TONIGHT | [atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,873d32,true][bg=c04536][atrb=width,435,true][atrb=height, 340,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] The wallet seemed to fall in slow motion, his eyes following its descent as he fell away from the owner. It was like the end of world--what if somebody had noticed? Anyone looking closely enough would have caught the slight of hand that caused it to fall out in the first place. One might have said that he was overreacting, but it didn't take long for his fears to come to pass. He barely had time to regain his balance when a lady suddenly bursting out of the crowd--which had diverged into two streams as they walked around the scene of the crime--and seemingly out of nowhere. She had pale blond hair, and looked to be about his own age, but that was beside the point as she launched into the accusations. At the same time, she whipped out an official looking badge. There was little time for him to actually get a good look at it before her free hand shot out to grab a fistful of his jacket. but one glance at the four capitalized letters was enough to confirm his fears.
Any hopes of trying to flee were pretty much obliterated by her tight hold on him. Even if she hadn't grabbed him, he would have been rooted to the spot in fear. Raymon stared up at her, blinking rapidly, panic etched on his patched face. "Um, um, ah--" he stammered out, terrified. His thoughts were whirling, and he found himself unable to think of any way to escape. He was trapped, cornered, guilty, done for--
"Ay~"
His head automatically turned toward the sound. The voice was remarkably familiar, almost miraculously so. Raymon nearly sank to the ground in relief, and would have had the H.A.W.K. not been holding his shirt-front so tightly. "L-L-Laz--" he began, surprised, but caught himself just in time. As scared as he was, he was still smart enough to realize that it would probably be best not to use his savior's real name. If she somehow found out they were both pirates, there was no way either of them would be able to get away. "-Lazlo!"
With this newfound hope, it suddenly dawned on Raymon that if Lazaro somehow got him out of this, he would be instead facing his captain's and crewmates' fury. It was hard to say which one he was more scared of: getting arrested or getting yelled at by them. Even still, Raymon played along. At Lazaro's words, he forced a weak chuckle and a sheepish grin, though he still looked desperate. Far worse? Oh, no...m-maybe he's only exagerating, the boy thought. And then: Raisin? wordcount;; 434
tags;; grace hawk, lazaro kline
notes;; lol Raisin xD
credits;; Spark/echo of THE BLUE
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That thank you letter to Jak was shredded, set ablaze, ashes drifting in the wind. At least he’s breathing again, though.
He dumped the flash light in his left hand, freeing his dominate one that will handle Fenrir if need be. Footsteps trampled closer and the door drew open. He held his breath once more; eyes pierced the darkness attempting to get a glimpse of the newcomer. But he couldn’t peek out too much. Another flashlight shined brightly successfully sliced through the blanket of obscurity and he averted his gaze. Listening carefully, he finally realized it was actually a female. Though that changes nothing, he was still thieving and she was close to discovering the intruder.
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[/b] he thought…a wish even. Her slender form passed as he watched her close and locks the door left open for his quick getaway. As he strained his ear to listen, from what he learned, she had a bunch of idiots for co-workers. Perhaps that was a good thing. They could be pinned for the mess; she could put her worries to rest and eat them alive the next day. However, Laz needed to congratulate himself after she leaves. His borderline OCD behaviors were tugging desperately, desiring to clean like only a Tidy god could but he effectively suppressed it for once. If she sleeps, he’d surely clean it right up. As soon as he believed luck was on his side; she was managing her way out and he could breath easily again. She halted examining something Laz did unconsciously. Damn his cleaning habits. The mysterious female wasn’t going anywhere…unless forced. He sighed, not caring if she could hear it and how it was filled with disappoint. Two foot steps could be heard dragging across the floor, an ominous silhouette stood before her, shifting. An audible click cracked the silent air; Laz was cocking his gun and pointed it at the soon to be victim. Fenrir was roused, ready to bite after the, Click Hello. Fortunately he hesitated, and clicked his flashlight on, shining it in Beth’s face. The girl was pale, seemingly tired but pretty. Though now wasn’t time for compliments. Breathe in Breathe Out - hope she has a better handle on how that works. ”Who the fuck are you, lady?”[/b]he questioned, demanding an answer actually. It was as if she just broke into his home and tried to kill him in his sleep. He didn’t lower his gun in the least bit. words: Dunno anymore tags: Beth notes: djsfksjdklf music: Dunno...... credits: rinne of ote, dredg[/div][/size][/td][/tr][/table] i cannot find the other half. [/center] [/size] A gust of wind, a breeze that swept through the open window and scattered papers around the office. They fluttered about, adding to the chaotic mess that was already present. Hundreds of books sat stacked in corners or laid open, piled atop one another. It was in stark contrast to how the blonde scholar normally kept his working space but he couldn’t be bothered to clean up after himself, especially since each book, each page with scribbled writing all over it, was needed for his research. Hunched over another piece of parchment, Dimitri furiously wrote as his eyes darted between three books open in front of him. He had not even bothered to look at what he was writing down, he knew he didn’t need to. A cramp snuck into his hand and finally, as if becoming aware for the first time, stopped writing and leaned back in his chair as he massaged his hand. The study was in shambles, causing the young man to raise a questioning brow.
Muttering to himself and letting the rumble of his stomach lead him away, Dimitri made his way through his home to find a lovely woman sitting at the kitchen table, resting her chin in her hand as she looked his way. He remembered the kitchen not being so…metallic. Wasn’t it wooden with high archways and a tiled counter? No, that isn’t right, it must have always been this way. The smile she gave him was one that always made him melt and he looked upon the table to see a drawing and a little girl working almost as adamantly as he had on his theories. Her blonde hair, cascading in curled waves, obscured her face from his vision but he knew the face well enough.
The woman…his wife? She had said something but he couldn’t hear a word of it. Something was said but the sound of it was muffled, distant and far. The meaning of everything was beyond him, he could hear the wind blowing outside, could sense it wrapping around his humble home. Their home. A green piece of chalk streamed across the paper, circling once and then twice. He smiled as he leaned over the little girl, kissing the top of her head. The image on the paper held his attention, though. Again the woman said something, a hint of something in her eyes sent chills along his spine and put a knot in his stomach. He knew her voice, a voice he had heard for years…yet couldn’t understand. The image on the paper was of shapes and oddities that seemed familiar. He asked a question but the now roaring wind drowned out his own voice.
Dimitri leaned over to take the picture up but it merely faded away into nothing, unraveling like a knitted sweater when a piece of string was pulled away. Noticing he had placed his hand upon the girl’s head, he apologized in silence and felt his knees go weak at the sight of blood on his hand. Taking the girl by the shoulders, he spun her around. Urgency to see her well was replaced by fear. The little girl’s face was a void, a spiral into nothing. He fell back, looking to his wife only to recoil deeper. A looping symbol burned into her face, fire pouring out of the face like an uncontrollable furnace. He screamed, tried to, felt that small ebb of strength take him as he reached for his loved ones. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered as the world shattered.
Fire. Blood. An infinite loop and the begotten fall. A shape of a tree entwined with a woman and a glowing stone that plummeted to the earth. A dream shattered and twisted. A crown of glass for a queen, a crown of feathers for a king. A man with a hateful smile and the living embodiment of ambition. An endless field of vegetables.
Let the sky fall, let it fall.
And so shall the shadow engulf us all.
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Eyes cranked open suddenly, Dimitri sitting up sharply. Sleep edged his mind, the dream gnawing at his memory as it faded away. It was important, something about it…a meaning? No, not important. Maybe? Shaking his head, the madman massaged the side of his head in an attempt to banish the throbbing in his skull. Whatever the dream was it slipped away, soaked up in the torrent of thoughts that bounced around in his head. Shrugging off what clothes he had, the naked madman leapt from the second story of his loft in front of a now waking hybrid cow-ostrich. Burt was the first to wake, looking at the naked man and shaking his head in disappointment before closing his eyes and letting his head loll to the side.
“No need for napping today, Burt! We have a million things to do! Gad zooks, I had almost forgotten what day it is! Ernie, wake up! We must make our deliveries to prepare people for the coming invasion of the…” His face darkened as he made a dramatic pose that probably would’ve made more than one person slap the palm of their hand to their face. Burt looked to be waiting for something important to be said while Ernie woke up with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “The cabbage men of sporkville! Don’t look like you don’t know, Burt, Ernie is obviously steeled for this task! You should learn to follow your brother’s lead!”
Dimitri busied himself with dressing and loading the saddle bag with various contraptions while Ernie suddenly head-butted Burt. The two bickered back and forth for a bit with a series of squawks and hisses. His inventions may have had more important significance, goggles that allowed others to see in the dark or a device allowing someone to douse a fire quickly in an emergency, but Dimitri only saw them as tools and weapons for use against the dreaded demons that hid in vegetables. Despite people not using his inventions as he intended he would still give them away to people…plus, it seemed to irritate the Black Collars when the populous seemed to be living easier, so he couldn’t say he didn’t take some pleasure out of that.
Almost ready to head out, Dimitri paused as he eyed one of the books on his shelf. It seemed familiar. More so familiar for an important reason rather than the simple fact that he had read it multiple times. He picked up the book and turned it in his hands, studying the binding and feeling the texture. He knew how to read it but he never finished it, it always lost his attention. But it was important…something about mathematics, biological properties, all the fun and exciting things in life.
Stuffing it in his satchel, Dimitri slapped the clamps down on the odd apparatus that covered his legs and slipped on his pants, if only to appease the disapproving look Burt gave him. Making an impressive leap onto the back of his noble steed, Dimitri took hold of a chain and gave it a sturdy yank.
Cranks and gears turned, chains rattled and steel creaked as a door opened in front of them. Light burned into his humble abode as the madman slipped on his goggles and made a fantastic pose.
“Onward, my friends, we go to spread awareness in the Junkyard! Haha!”
WORDS: 1225
SONG: Harbinger - The Human Abstract
NOTES: Really, really sorry if I made it too long. I got caught up in the moment. Feel free to ignore the first bit and focus on the solid reality of it. I hope I didn't mess up anything involving the world and such. As I've said before, I'm not too great with introductory posts. ^-^'
CREDITS: Format made by ZULU of ON THE EDGE!
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Post by { PASCALINE } on Jan 19, 2011 18:43:10 GMT -5
WHAT IS THAT NAME ON YOUR LIPS? NOTES: Happy Holidays WORDS: --309 TAGGED: Seiyaru | [bg=101010][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,375px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true] Within a dimly lit room, a girl with gorgeous sea blue hair sat in a finely crafted chair, Asha's pale hands resting upon her lap. The girls head was turned away from the door, her gloomy eyes of violet gazing loathsomely out at the open blue of the sky. She was like a cage bird sitting in her prison looking at the outside world through the spaces between her cell bars. It was a sad fact, but those born of noble blood were destined to such a life. The aristocrats of the world. They had everything.
Everything except for the one thing Asha wished for most.
Freedom.
The will to do as she pleased, but such a life would never be attainable by her hands.
knock, knock, konck
"Mi lady, your newest personal guard, and servant will arrive shortly."
The man had opened the door slightly, Asha's head turning as she pursed her lips for a reply.
"Thank you very much Carlos, you may leave now!"
Asha spoke cheerfully, as if her current feelings had suddenly washed away, eroded by her facade.
"Of course!"
Carlos said quickly bowing as he closed her door quietly.
"There all the same..."
Everyone was the same. Easily fooled by the fake her. She hated it. She hated the people around her. All the nobles were no more than actors, acting their way through life to attain power. A tiny yellow bird flew above the room swooping down as Asha extended her arm, and Anna's feet softly landed on the backside of Asha's hand.
"You understand me right Anna?"
Asha muttered quietly in a low voice.
"Asha's sad. Asha's sad..."
The birds voice was soothing to hear, worthy of the finest hymns to God as it spoke.
"Thats right Anna. You understand..."
A cottony smile wrapped itself around her face as Asha's head turned back to her opened window, an ambient breeze shuffling into her room.
"you know the true me...."
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IS IT FROM THE OTHER SIDE, DON'T LIE? |
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HI! credits rinne
