Post by Attor Nidhogg on Nov 20, 2011 4:26:58 GMT -5
Again,doing stuff at 1 in the morning
IS NOT HEALTHY FOR ME.
But i get the best/worst ideas at late times. Does anyone else? and i messed around with HTML alot,it looked pretty....
Anyway here ya go,Angst Attor story.
Have fun.
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“We don't know too much about,too much of our old friend. We knew she walked right out the door,we never heard from her again. Last time we heard about her she was in London doin' herself in. We all just have the same desires,we must have got that from her.
This is a story about our old friend,just like the captains before her.
She told us: “Do anything you please
So you don't end up just like me
Like me.”
Monday she woke up and hated life
Battled until Wednesday then left it all behind
Thursday though Saturday lost everything
Woke up on Sunday,miserable again...”
~
Misery loves company,at least for most. But not a dragon,a dragon wallows in their own solitude because their pride stops them from confessing their feelings to anyone. But what if your an exile stuck with a handful of demons,2 crazy nobles and god knows what else?
Well their could be multiple opinions to that,but a true dragon answer would be to bear with the nonsense. Bear with it how? I won't go on by then. I can't help the fact I've become attracted to these people. Despite their origins of humanity or necromancy.
No,scratch that. Only one came from there and I have no idea of his current whereabouts. I'll list them all down,and when I go back to the realm of dragons I will still know them. For I am a very observant dragon,who knows things she shouldn't.
~
There is the Lady-who-is-red;Angelina Durless;Madam Red.
There is the Crow-of-vanity;Sebastian Michealis.
The king-of-all-things-blue;Ciel Phantomhive
I can't forget the Egyptian-dog-of-ancients;Asim.
Also Emotional-double-color-cats;Akame and Maeka
There's also another set, the-one-who-seems-two-faced;Alois Trancy
The-one-i-cannot-describe;Claude
Shapeshifer-Of-profanity; Erza
Those are the ones I can name. There are more,but I either don't wish to title them or cannot find one that would suit them in a basic way. Then again,there are some I don't take a liking to. But I would have put them down anyway. Why? Because I've seemed to grow soft from being around so many new people. It's rather....calming...
____________________________________________________
____________________________________________________
From leaving a place behind,you can learn things you might have never known before. I have,even though I refuse to admit it to my own reflection. The whole clan may think me a fool if I spoke of it,but now I've left them all behind and realized...
I needed people like them to survive. Although this is all stuff I would rather leave unsaid,and at the same time I can't bear to keep it inside any longer. So I don't say it out loud,i write them down and burn them so no one ever finds out my secretly soft disposition. At the time I'm writing this out,i feel as if a part of me has died yet I hear everything to the flutter of an insect's wings outside to the clatter downstairs where I haven't dared to show my face yet. A symphony of my own internal terror.
At the same time I'm scratching this in the stone tablet with a death claw I can't help but mull over the things that happened. Whether they be serious moments,kind ones,or just plain silly. But now that this tablet comes to an end,which everything does we can't avoid that. There's someone at my door,most likely wondering where I am right now.
But I don't want to go
I don't want to have to face them
I don't want to let go of the past times
I don't want to forget them all
I don't
I don't
I won't
And yet here I stand,in the midst of a battle field many years after,At least it feels like many years. Then again I'm not paying much attention to what day it is or what I do anymore. I've grown overly Dependant on the past memoirs to keep me relatively alive. No ones noticed the way I am,and I feel lucky they haven't noticed. Because if they did then I would never be looked at as a brave and powerful dragon who isn't torn by anything or anyone. I'd be considered a coward.
But I have already confessed to myself that I am weak,just a girl who cannot function without her friends. At least I considered them my friends,fairweather or not. I bet they all just considered one such as I a simple nuisance or background person. Maybe I was clinging to them instead of them clinging to me,despite how one or another treated me.But something comes to me now...
This will be my last battle.
And then I will be alone
Alone forever more
never to see the face of anyone again
never to see the ones I ended up cherishing
Take these claws of loneliness from my heart and soul,foul gods!
I can't stand to be alone,i don't want to be....
I don't want to be-
I don't want to be Alone!
~
“Well I couldn't tell you,why she felt that way. She felt it. Every day.
And we couldn't help her,we just watched her make impossible mistakes.
What's wrong,what's wrong now?
Too many,Too many problems
Don't know where she belonged,
where she belonged.
Open your eyes,and look inside,find the reasons why.
You've been rejected.
And now you can't get,what you left behind.”
__
Word Count: 1106
Not bad i guess.
IS NOT HEALTHY FOR ME.
But i get the best/worst ideas at late times. Does anyone else? and i messed around with HTML alot,it looked pretty....
Anyway here ya go,Angst Attor story.
Have fun.
__
“We don't know too much about,too much of our old friend. We knew she walked right out the door,we never heard from her again. Last time we heard about her she was in London doin' herself in. We all just have the same desires,we must have got that from her.
This is a story about our old friend,just like the captains before her.
She told us: “Do anything you please
So you don't end up just like me
Like me.”
Monday she woke up and hated life
Battled until Wednesday then left it all behind
Thursday though Saturday lost everything
Woke up on Sunday,miserable again...”
~
Misery loves company,at least for most. But not a dragon,a dragon wallows in their own solitude because their pride stops them from confessing their feelings to anyone. But what if your an exile stuck with a handful of demons,2 crazy nobles and god knows what else?
Well their could be multiple opinions to that,but a true dragon answer would be to bear with the nonsense. Bear with it how? I won't go on by then. I can't help the fact I've become attracted to these people. Despite their origins of humanity or necromancy.
No,scratch that. Only one came from there and I have no idea of his current whereabouts. I'll list them all down,and when I go back to the realm of dragons I will still know them. For I am a very observant dragon,who knows things she shouldn't.
~
There is the Lady-who-is-red;Angelina Durless;Madam Red.
There is the Crow-of-vanity;Sebastian Michealis.
The king-of-all-things-blue;Ciel Phantomhive
I can't forget the Egyptian-dog-of-ancients;Asim.
Also Emotional-double-color-cats;Akame and Maeka
There's also another set, the-one-who-seems-two-faced;Alois Trancy
The-one-i-cannot-describe;Claude
Shapeshifer-Of-profanity; Erza
Those are the ones I can name. There are more,but I either don't wish to title them or cannot find one that would suit them in a basic way. Then again,there are some I don't take a liking to. But I would have put them down anyway. Why? Because I've seemed to grow soft from being around so many new people. It's rather....calming...
____________________________________________________
And yet here I lay
in the dark
Alone once more
I knew it would come someday
but so quickly?
in the dark
Alone once more
I knew it would come someday
but so quickly?
____________________________________________________
From leaving a place behind,you can learn things you might have never known before. I have,even though I refuse to admit it to my own reflection. The whole clan may think me a fool if I spoke of it,but now I've left them all behind and realized...
I needed people like them to survive. Although this is all stuff I would rather leave unsaid,and at the same time I can't bear to keep it inside any longer. So I don't say it out loud,i write them down and burn them so no one ever finds out my secretly soft disposition. At the time I'm writing this out,i feel as if a part of me has died yet I hear everything to the flutter of an insect's wings outside to the clatter downstairs where I haven't dared to show my face yet. A symphony of my own internal terror.
At the same time I'm scratching this in the stone tablet with a death claw I can't help but mull over the things that happened. Whether they be serious moments,kind ones,or just plain silly. But now that this tablet comes to an end,which everything does we can't avoid that. There's someone at my door,most likely wondering where I am right now.
But I don't want to go
I don't want to have to face them
I don't want to let go of the past times
I don't want to forget them all
I don't
I don't
I won't
And yet here I stand,in the midst of a battle field many years after,At least it feels like many years. Then again I'm not paying much attention to what day it is or what I do anymore. I've grown overly Dependant on the past memoirs to keep me relatively alive. No ones noticed the way I am,and I feel lucky they haven't noticed. Because if they did then I would never be looked at as a brave and powerful dragon who isn't torn by anything or anyone. I'd be considered a coward.
But I have already confessed to myself that I am weak,just a girl who cannot function without her friends. At least I considered them my friends,fairweather or not. I bet they all just considered one such as I a simple nuisance or background person. Maybe I was clinging to them instead of them clinging to me,despite how one or another treated me.But something comes to me now...
This will be my last battle.
And then I will be alone
Alone forever more
never to see the face of anyone again
never to see the ones I ended up cherishing
Take these claws of loneliness from my heart and soul,foul gods!
I can't stand to be alone,i don't want to be....
I don't want to be-
I don't want to be Alone!
~
“Well I couldn't tell you,why she felt that way. She felt it. Every day.
And we couldn't help her,we just watched her make impossible mistakes.
What's wrong,what's wrong now?
Too many,Too many problems
Don't know where she belonged,
where she belonged.
Open your eyes,and look inside,find the reasons why.
You've been rejected.
And now you can't get,what you left behind.”
__
Word Count: 1106
Not bad i guess.