I was talking to Aita the other day and I promised I would post the revamped new version of my story before Friday. It is not 11 on Thursday and I intended to hold my end of the bargain so here it is. This is my favorite story so far but again like always be brutal.
I could feel my heart pounding as I raced around the corner. I could hear the water droplets hitting the stones I continued running down the hallway. My only light all but a few torches whose dancing fire cast an ominous light around the corridor. I could tell this was a place of unimaginable horror. The stench of rotting corpses hung to the air, a sickly sweet scent that was so thick I could taste it in my mouth, coating my tongue and over powering everything else. I put my hand on my sword and continued forward my only guide the sound of crying somewhere in this labyrinth of a dungeon. After only a couple of minutes I knew I was lost, all the walls looked the same, every corridor identical to the last and to the next. I looked around the hall and found a very suitable looking corner and I lowered myself to the ground. I wasn’t exactly tired, but being away from the sun and the fresh air for this long had taken its toll on me. I guessed it had probably been only a couple hours, but in this place it felt like weeks had passed.
For me the sun is everything, it is my where I draw my power from as do all my people. We are the Solrya, the children of the sun. For as long as I can remember my tribe has always worshipped and honoured the sun, and in return it has blessed us with bounty and extraordinary power. We know our power is a gift from the sun, and because of that we always have and always will remain neutral in the never ending war. Unlike the Solrya, neither the Aquirya nor the Vindrya truly honour the gifts they have been given. They use the powers given to them to enslave the humani and kill anyone who oppose them.
Splash! My eyes darted open as I looked around the deserted halls. “That’s it I am going insane” I joked to myself “The darkness has won.” Just as I finished my statement I heard it again. Splash! It was closer this time, I knew it was not just the water droplets; whatever was making these noises was not natural. The sounds were getting closer, and I began to decipher not only splashes of water but another sound hitting against the stone floors. The sound of footsteps began to fill my mind. I turned to run but stopped as another sound soon filled the air.
“HELP!” It came from the direction of the footsteps, I hesitated for a moment trying to decide unsure of if I should help this man screaming or I should go run before I was to become the next victim. I made up my mind and turned the corner to face the creature, and stopped dead in my tracks.
What I saw was no man, what I saw was a monster. I started at it for a moment terrified; this was a creature that should only exist in my nightmares, this was a guardian. I had hoped I would never encounter such a creature; a hybrid of humani and animals. It was one of the only things that could truly protect them from the Aquirya and the Vindrya. They were intelligent, strong, fast, with animal instincts and human intellect, they were killing machines. The stories of them had haunted my childhood. I had heard tales of entire armies being slaughtered over night by small groups of these experimental warriors. They had always scared me and now I was facing one.
The guardian looked to be of a human and a wolf. The teeth and claws shone in the flickering fire light. I could see a man cloaked from head to toe pinned to the wall by one of the paws of the guardian. Blood trickling over each claw as the wolf-man stared at his pray. His yellow eyes fixed on the throat of the man he had captured.
I drew my sword the sound of the metal alerting the predator, he looked at me and threw the ragdoll body of his victim to the side. The body hit the ground with a thud and remained motionless. The wolf instinct of the creature took control; he let out a loud howl and charged at me, primeval tactics to scare and startle their prey. Unfortunately for me these tactics worked. The howl of blood thirst sent shivers down my spine, by the time I noticed the guardian’s charge it was almost too late. I ran back behind the corner and dropped down and knelt on my right knee, preparing to lung at my assailant when he turned the corner. The ground was wet where I knelt and I could feel the cool water on my skin through my pants. This change in temperature made me realize how hot I really was. I could feel the sweat now trickling down my face, my long red hair sticking to my neck.
So what do you think?
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
I'm back and I'm vlogging again
Ever since I got my laptop...
Oh I got new laptop
Well as I was saying ever since i got my new laptop I have been wanting to make youtube video. So I have spent a couple days working on one and I have finished my video and I actually think it turned out pretty good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY4pL6XzLok
please be brutal and tell me what you think.
Fly on. Fly free,
AvianFang
Oh I got new laptop
Well as I was saying ever since i got my new laptop I have been wanting to make youtube video. So I have spent a couple days working on one and I have finished my video and I actually think it turned out pretty good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY4pL6XzLok
please be brutal and tell me what you think.
Fly on. Fly free,
AvianFang
Sunday, August 16, 2009
My past
This post is once again more for me. I am sorry I keep making these but because of certain things that are out of my control I am finding myself think and reflect on myself and my habits. There will be a lot less swearing then my previous rants but I have to get all my thoughts together just to help myself out.
As a kid I was really different, and I was proud of this. I enjoyed being unique and having things I was good at separate from the majority. The problem is that most people do not like the outcast the individual. Especially in our day and age. So as a kid I was constantly bugged about being different, I am a proud person, and I pride myself for trying not to give in to other people. But the constant run ins with these people who did not like me and who I was not very fond of either did have there effect. I begin to teach myself not to care, to ignore them.
To hate.
It worked, I hated them, there words meant nothing to me. It was easier this way and it worked. This skill has protected me for a long time, saved me from a lot of things that probably I should have endured.
Alright so now you know about my shield. Here is my problem. With this hate became control. I had complete and total control over my life, I did not have to worry about what people thought or did because I hated them, and didn't care about them, and I always had control over my emotions. Lately I have begun losing control. I let my hatred slip away so I could become more human again. With this I also have been able to feel emotions again far stronger then I have ever before. Only downside is I can't control this.
I HATE NOT BEING IN CONTROL!
I am not obsessive of other people but the fact that I am not in control of my emotions drives me insane. Emotions are peoples thoughts and feelings, they are what make us who we are (and in some cases what make us human) I can't control them anymore because of my love for Erica. So I am conflicted, I can't control my emotions because they are so strongly connected with her, I want control over my emotions because I feel safer that way. At the same time I want nothing more then to be with her.
Something else I hate is starting a post knowing exactly what I am going to say, write most of it and then lose my train of thought at the end. It really annoys me.
Ah I think I know what I want to say again.
This post helps me realize what I have been feeling. I have opened myself to another person in doing so I have begun to stop protecting myself. I should mention that I also lie A LOT to protect myself but I am feel compelled to tell the truth which is weird for me.
I really don't know what else to say my brain is no longer on overdrive.
Do you guys think I should make a separate blog for my rants or leave it on here.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
As a kid I was really different, and I was proud of this. I enjoyed being unique and having things I was good at separate from the majority. The problem is that most people do not like the outcast the individual. Especially in our day and age. So as a kid I was constantly bugged about being different, I am a proud person, and I pride myself for trying not to give in to other people. But the constant run ins with these people who did not like me and who I was not very fond of either did have there effect. I begin to teach myself not to care, to ignore them.
To hate.
It worked, I hated them, there words meant nothing to me. It was easier this way and it worked. This skill has protected me for a long time, saved me from a lot of things that probably I should have endured.
Alright so now you know about my shield. Here is my problem. With this hate became control. I had complete and total control over my life, I did not have to worry about what people thought or did because I hated them, and didn't care about them, and I always had control over my emotions. Lately I have begun losing control. I let my hatred slip away so I could become more human again. With this I also have been able to feel emotions again far stronger then I have ever before. Only downside is I can't control this.
I HATE NOT BEING IN CONTROL!
I am not obsessive of other people but the fact that I am not in control of my emotions drives me insane. Emotions are peoples thoughts and feelings, they are what make us who we are (and in some cases what make us human) I can't control them anymore because of my love for Erica. So I am conflicted, I can't control my emotions because they are so strongly connected with her, I want control over my emotions because I feel safer that way. At the same time I want nothing more then to be with her.
Something else I hate is starting a post knowing exactly what I am going to say, write most of it and then lose my train of thought at the end. It really annoys me.
Ah I think I know what I want to say again.
This post helps me realize what I have been feeling. I have opened myself to another person in doing so I have begun to stop protecting myself. I should mention that I also lie A LOT to protect myself but I am feel compelled to tell the truth which is weird for me.
I really don't know what else to say my brain is no longer on overdrive.
Do you guys think I should make a separate blog for my rants or leave it on here.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Saturday, August 15, 2009
A new post
I am sorry for being so grouchy and moody lately. I don't really like posting when I am like that because they are not really entertaining and they are not thought provoking they are just a random jumble of words. I want my blog to be interesting whenever possible so thats what I am going to try to work on.
So I was looking around and I found this site with some religious questions and answers. This is what one said.
6. Durign a Latin Convention i went to last weekend, we were discussing doctor assisted suicide and people put up good arguements. Of course im against it, but against the arguement that the dotor woudl be playing God by killing the sick person, but then wouldnt we be playing God by doing alot of things like using medicines?
You are a very perceptive girl. Anytime we use creation for some purpose, you could say we are exercising powers God entrusted to us. However, doctor assisted suicide is "playing God" in a way we need to question. Once someone says they have the right to take someone's life (even their own) the consequences are enormous.
(I do realize the person asking the question has terrible grammar)
Now this question was answered by a father of some catholic church. All I want to know is What is the difference between killing someone who wants to do and who doesn't? Why is it wrong to kill the person who is in extreme pain and wants to be killed which is what the doctors do and killing a bunch of innocent people who want to live which is what soldiers do?
I don't understand why people can sometimes be this stupid. But I know my opinion and I think you reading this probablly do also. I want to know what you think. Do you think euthanasia is good or bad and why? Also if you think it is wrong then tell me if you support your troops?
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
So I was looking around and I found this site with some religious questions and answers. This is what one said.
6. Durign a Latin Convention i went to last weekend, we were discussing doctor assisted suicide and people put up good arguements. Of course im against it, but against the arguement that the dotor woudl be playing God by killing the sick person, but then wouldnt we be playing God by doing alot of things like using medicines?
You are a very perceptive girl. Anytime we use creation for some purpose, you could say we are exercising powers God entrusted to us. However, doctor assisted suicide is "playing God" in a way we need to question. Once someone says they have the right to take someone's life (even their own) the consequences are enormous.
(I do realize the person asking the question has terrible grammar)
Now this question was answered by a father of some catholic church. All I want to know is What is the difference between killing someone who wants to do and who doesn't? Why is it wrong to kill the person who is in extreme pain and wants to be killed which is what the doctors do and killing a bunch of innocent people who want to live which is what soldiers do?
I don't understand why people can sometimes be this stupid. But I know my opinion and I think you reading this probablly do also. I want to know what you think. Do you think euthanasia is good or bad and why? Also if you think it is wrong then tell me if you support your troops?
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I feel like ranting and swearing A LOT!
I am sorry but I am in a really bad mood right now and probably shouldn't post because I will say something really fucking stupid but what ever I don't really fucking care right now. I am really pissed I want to swear and go on a murderous fucking rampage. AAAARRRGGGGGGG!!!!!!!
I am really fucking sorry if I piss some people off with this post because they don't like my language. I usually try and censore my posts so that they are not this bad but I really don't feel like stopping myself from swearing. I don't know why I am as pissed as I am. I am bored and I don't want to be here. My brother is really starting to drive me insane and the only thing I can think of right now that might make me feel fucking good again will be physically attacking something. It may be pent up energy which might make sense I dunno I just know I am in a bad mood.
Plus I have to keep studying this fucking book so I can win a bet that I wanna win and so I can get my license. I want my license because it seems like a good idea and I might as well have it so I can get my g2 earlier. Problem is the book is really boring and I dont want to fucking read it. More AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHZZZZZZ!!!!!
I am feeling a little better now sorry if you don't like this post but I needed to do it so don't bother commenting if your just going to say I should watch my language.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
I am really fucking sorry if I piss some people off with this post because they don't like my language. I usually try and censore my posts so that they are not this bad but I really don't feel like stopping myself from swearing. I don't know why I am as pissed as I am. I am bored and I don't want to be here. My brother is really starting to drive me insane and the only thing I can think of right now that might make me feel fucking good again will be physically attacking something. It may be pent up energy which might make sense I dunno I just know I am in a bad mood.
Plus I have to keep studying this fucking book so I can win a bet that I wanna win and so I can get my license. I want my license because it seems like a good idea and I might as well have it so I can get my g2 earlier. Problem is the book is really boring and I dont want to fucking read it. More AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHZZZZZZ!!!!!
I am feeling a little better now sorry if you don't like this post but I needed to do it so don't bother commenting if your just going to say I should watch my language.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Rant #1
I am going to rant right now. This is for me because when I do these rants it helps relieve myself of excess emotion and sometimes help me think straight again. This rant is for me. If you want to read it be my guest but it will probably have no relation to anyone else. This will be the first I will make one every time I go insane over the next three weeks. (Continue reading to find out why I will be going insane.)
Viva la Ranting
Alright so my girlfriend Erica is going to Newfoundland for like 3 weeks. Which is awesome because NFLD is an amazing place she can see her family and it should be a lot of fun. The only problem is. I am pretty sure I love her and having to spend three weeks without being see her is fucking torture. Seriously I spent like not even two days and I was boarder lining a mental break down. That was like 36 hours. Tops. Now she will be gone for 540 hours minimum. I am not sure if I am going to make it.
So while she is gone I am going to be making a lot of rant posts because for some reason as of late my emotions have been well actually working and I am starting to feel a lot of stuff. This is annoying because I am used to feeling little to nothing and not having to worry about my emotions. This also means that I am not sure how to deal with everything at the time and therefore tend to break down a little. To help protect myself I am going to make many rants so that my brain does not have to be constantly thinking about a lot of stuff at one time. If anyone who manages to read up to this point has any other methods for stopping mental break downs please help me.
I also would like to know from my audience roughly how old are you guys. I don't want to stalk you are anything but knowing my audience will help me decided what I should and should not talk about in my post in general I try not to offend when possible but it would help if I knew.
Has anyone else felt this way before. I hope not because it fricken sucks but at the same time I know I feel this way because I am missing someone who means so much to me. Do you guys think it is good to feel this way. Cat I am talking to you specifically now because you are usually such a bug help. I NEED ADVICE I AM NOT USED TO THIS!!!
Arg I hate this but I don't think I should. See this is the problem I am confusing myself and it leads me to being almost completely shut down in some cases.
Thats all for now.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Viva la Ranting
Alright so my girlfriend Erica is going to Newfoundland for like 3 weeks. Which is awesome because NFLD is an amazing place she can see her family and it should be a lot of fun. The only problem is. I am pretty sure I love her and having to spend three weeks without being see her is fucking torture. Seriously I spent like not even two days and I was boarder lining a mental break down. That was like 36 hours. Tops. Now she will be gone for 540 hours minimum. I am not sure if I am going to make it.
So while she is gone I am going to be making a lot of rant posts because for some reason as of late my emotions have been well actually working and I am starting to feel a lot of stuff. This is annoying because I am used to feeling little to nothing and not having to worry about my emotions. This also means that I am not sure how to deal with everything at the time and therefore tend to break down a little. To help protect myself I am going to make many rants so that my brain does not have to be constantly thinking about a lot of stuff at one time. If anyone who manages to read up to this point has any other methods for stopping mental break downs please help me.
I also would like to know from my audience roughly how old are you guys. I don't want to stalk you are anything but knowing my audience will help me decided what I should and should not talk about in my post in general I try not to offend when possible but it would help if I knew.
Has anyone else felt this way before. I hope not because it fricken sucks but at the same time I know I feel this way because I am missing someone who means so much to me. Do you guys think it is good to feel this way. Cat I am talking to you specifically now because you are usually such a bug help. I NEED ADVICE I AM NOT USED TO THIS!!!
Arg I hate this but I don't think I should. See this is the problem I am confusing myself and it leads me to being almost completely shut down in some cases.
Thats all for now.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Woot
Alright I am happy right now because I finally got up the courage to ask my ex-girlfriend Erica out again. We have been friends for a while again and I think it is a good idea. So I am psyched. Only one problem is that she is currently 55km or about 37miles away and I have no way of getting there. She is going to NFLD in 3 days, she will be there for 3 weeks, then it will be school again and we are in different schools. So I am really sad. I do have 1 idea though, I am considering biking down to see her tomorrow. It is Tuesday so I would be leaving Wednesday. I figure it will take about 3.5 hours straight to bike there. I think I am able to do it I have the route mapped out now the only thing is I am not sure if I should do it. I do realize I am crazy.
So ya if you have any comment on this idea please tell me. If you read this after wednesday feel free to write your opinion anyway. There is not a lot that matters to me at the moment so I can't think of anything else to write sorry.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
So ya if you have any comment on this idea please tell me. If you read this after wednesday feel free to write your opinion anyway. There is not a lot that matters to me at the moment so I can't think of anything else to write sorry.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Sunday, July 26, 2009
boredem and pictures
I am currently up at my friend's house way up north and I am really bored. We have run out of things to do, the pinnacle of my time up here is the fact that we were able to make potatoe cannons. Which is pretty much a combustion chamber attached to a barrel. It works great and I might add a video of it sometime (if I ever get a camera.) But I love it and it is really fun to play with.
But now unfortunatly I we have nothing else to do and I am really bored. In the past two days we have played 12 hours of Rock Band 2. We played 6 hours a day. So if anyone as an idea for what we can do for a day please mention it, it would be very appreciated.
Secondly I wanted to mention my friend Eriray076. She does little comics and sketches on deviantart, I personally like her work and I want to give her a shout out. I would recommend you check her out but you don't have to.
http://eriray076.deviantart.com/
I have coloured some of her pictures and I put them on my deviantart file. They will be in Eriray's favourites.
Yeah so I am just typing this because I am bored and I wanted to give my friend a shout out. I will try and think of more insightful topics for later in the summer.
Well I do have one serious topic I would like to talk about. I don't know what to call it so I am going to rant about morality.
Morality in my opinion is what is considered good and bad in society. Does anyone disagree with this? Ok perfect. Personally I don't believe in morality and I have almost no morals. I don't believe you should ever do something that would harm another person. But other than that I think that having morals is a total set back. Doing or not doing something we are created/evolved to have the urges to do it against our nature. I think that if it feels good and does not hurt anyone else why not do it. Why not let ourselves be free from morality and live our lives the way we want to and not the way we are forced to by these limitations that are set upon us.
Just a little but of actual content to this random post.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
But now unfortunatly I we have nothing else to do and I am really bored. In the past two days we have played 12 hours of Rock Band 2. We played 6 hours a day. So if anyone as an idea for what we can do for a day please mention it, it would be very appreciated.
Secondly I wanted to mention my friend Eriray076. She does little comics and sketches on deviantart, I personally like her work and I want to give her a shout out. I would recommend you check her out but you don't have to.
http://eriray076.deviantart.com/
I have coloured some of her pictures and I put them on my deviantart file. They will be in Eriray's favourites.
Yeah so I am just typing this because I am bored and I wanted to give my friend a shout out. I will try and think of more insightful topics for later in the summer.
Well I do have one serious topic I would like to talk about. I don't know what to call it so I am going to rant about morality.
Morality in my opinion is what is considered good and bad in society. Does anyone disagree with this? Ok perfect. Personally I don't believe in morality and I have almost no morals. I don't believe you should ever do something that would harm another person. But other than that I think that having morals is a total set back. Doing or not doing something we are created/evolved to have the urges to do it against our nature. I think that if it feels good and does not hurt anyone else why not do it. Why not let ourselves be free from morality and live our lives the way we want to and not the way we are forced to by these limitations that are set upon us.
Just a little but of actual content to this random post.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Cottage
Alas I am heading off to by cottage tonight I will be gone for the better part of 3 weeks. So talk amongst yourselves for a while and I will try and answer all (if any) questions or comments you have.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Music
I have been listening to a lot of music lately mostly because I finally got an mp3 player. I love it because it plays music. (I don't need it to do very much) Mostly I have been listening to Iron Maiden and Metallica. A little Rise Against and Foo Fighters. It is good it gives me a lot of variety without much changing. Especially Metallica which I love listening to because some songs are hardcore thrash metal while others are nice and slow and all their songs are just really good to listen to.
I was wondering what songs/ bands you guys like. And any bands/ song you think I might like. I like a lot of types but mostly into metal atm. Send anything and their best (in your opinion) songs ill listen and tell you what I think(if you want)
I am going up to my cottage some time soon, maybe. So I may not respond immediatly if I do go up. I will probablly make a post before I go up yo let you know though.
Fly on. Fly free, Se onr sverar sitja havass
Avian Fang Brisingr-Sverdar
P.S Which alias do you like better.
I was wondering what songs/ bands you guys like. And any bands/ song you think I might like. I like a lot of types but mostly into metal atm. Send anything and their best (in your opinion) songs ill listen and tell you what I think(if you want)
I am going up to my cottage some time soon, maybe. So I may not respond immediatly if I do go up. I will probablly make a post before I go up yo let you know though.
Fly on. Fly free, Se onr sverar sitja havass
Avian Fang Brisingr-Sverdar
P.S Which alias do you like better.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Love is like gambling :P
I am here today to talk about love, my current state of depression, and relationships. And of course by talk I mean I am going to ramble on until I feel like stopping. :{P (Smiley with a mustache)
What is love? (baby don't hurt me) I had to make that joke. But seriously what is love, how does one describe the sensation of being in love. How many of my readers have ever been in love. I have, once. A while ago though. I don't think I am capable of explaining the feeling in words.
Onwards because I forgot what I was getting at earlier. So ya currently I am kind of depressed, which sucks. Like I mentioned earlier I was in love a long time ago, and I have not had a relationship since. :( Ok so I was at my friend Lewis' party the other day and we were chilling, having some drinks, having fun. When we started to crash and going to bed at like 3 me and this girl whose name I do not feel like mentioning were together. (NOTHING HAPPENED DON'T WORRY!) With that out of the way, ya so we were together holding each other close, and it made me feel so good again, like I did when I was in love. So the next day party ended every went home and now I am stuck wishing for that feeling again, and it is making me depressed.
I can not remember what I was going to mention about relationships so I will make a post on it alone when I remember.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
P.S I HATE MOSQUITOS!
What is love? (baby don't hurt me) I had to make that joke. But seriously what is love, how does one describe the sensation of being in love. How many of my readers have ever been in love. I have, once. A while ago though. I don't think I am capable of explaining the feeling in words.
Onwards because I forgot what I was getting at earlier. So ya currently I am kind of depressed, which sucks. Like I mentioned earlier I was in love a long time ago, and I have not had a relationship since. :( Ok so I was at my friend Lewis' party the other day and we were chilling, having some drinks, having fun. When we started to crash and going to bed at like 3 me and this girl whose name I do not feel like mentioning were together. (NOTHING HAPPENED DON'T WORRY!) With that out of the way, ya so we were together holding each other close, and it made me feel so good again, like I did when I was in love. So the next day party ended every went home and now I am stuck wishing for that feeling again, and it is making me depressed.
I can not remember what I was going to mention about relationships so I will make a post on it alone when I remember.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
P.S I HATE MOSQUITOS!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Civis inspiration
I was working on my civics homework last night because it was due today. Part of the project involved writing a small story. I expanded what I had written added a bit of gore and more details and I got this. I hope you like it tell me what you think.
The night was dark, the was hidden behind the clouds the hung over use like a vale over the dead. There was no breeze, sound at all. We were all afraid but I know everyone here was ready for what was about to happen. I could not have been more wrong.
We had planned this out and hoped it would work. I had taken us months to gather enough support without being noticed by the secret police force of the High Chancellor, our march was going to take us to the parliament building we over throw the ruling government that night by any means necessary. We decided that with enough support they would not be able to deny us what we rightfully deserved. Freedom.
We had waited until we felt safe and began our march. No one talked, the only sound that could be heard was the rustle of the cloths we wore and the fall of each footstep. As we marched others joined us, some old, some young. I feared for the youth, they did not understand what they were getting into. None of us did.
We saw the hill on which the parliament building stood, it was empty. Maybe we wont have to have any problems. I lead our rebellion up the hill towards the buildings. The courtyard was quite, the feeling of tension, fear, and anxiety was so strong it was almost a tangible being. Strong enough almost to be seen in the fog coming off the nearby ocean. The smell of the salt water hung in the air as we prepared ourselves to begin our rally.
No one moved but there was a rustle in the bushes. We could not see anything in the dark but we could defiantly hear something in the shadows. To our left, our right, behind, everywhere there was a rustling with nothing to be seen. Then the first of soldier emerged from the bushes, like a signal suddenly hundreds of secret police officers ran at us.
We had expected a violent revolution but we had hoped it would not happen. I did not bring any weapon thinking that it would encourage this reaction. Some of my companies were ready for this. We had knives, sticks, axes, pans, rocks, anything they could have brought. Our enemies were outfitted in armour brandishing swords, chains, and fierce looking clubs with metal spikes jutting out from all sides.
I saw the first man charge right for me, I waited, two more seconds, he came at me, sword unsheathed and full speed. Right before he was able to attack be I launched my self forwards, low to the ground and with a sweeping kick, knocked the warrior off the ground, his momentum carrying him a couple feet away in the battle with the rest of our armies. I ran over dove into the air and landed with both feet on the small of his back. I was sure I heard something crack. The man screamed in agony, I took the deadly blade from his hand and in once motion ended his suffering.
The wind picked up, the clouds started to clear from the sky and the bright red harvest moon shone above us. The light from the moon bathed our battle field in a red glow the blood of our enemies shone on our faces the blood of our allies showed us the way to our next target. I looked around and say many friends die. My best friend and the man who had inspired all of us to make this revolution turned to look at me. He smiled, showing that he was ok.
He was always someone you can trust, someone you could turn to for help. His ideas were revolutionary, he dreamed about ways of helping our village. We called him Fang, we always have. I don’t know what his real name is, or why we call him that, but to me that is his name.
I stared at him and saw someone coming up behind him. I yelled for him to move but it was to late. The man behind him was carrying a large wooden club with metal spikes on each side, with one swing he came across the side of the face of Fang. The man laughed at the brain’s that had thought of this whole rebellion and that were supposed to lead us flew into the night air. Blood exploded from the side of Fang’s head and in an instant he was dead.
I could not take it, Fang was not only our leader, but my brother. I charged the man with the club and before he knew it cut his head off. It flew into the air blood squirting out of the neck, covering my face. Before face of the man could hit the ground I swung again and halved the flying object. It landed on the ground and lay their. I let our a roar and ran into battle, blood covering my face, my already red hair highlighted by the blood of my enemy. I quickly slayed two more soldiers, a third I disarmed. By this I mean I amputated his arms from his body so he could no longer attack. I tears now filled my eyes as I realised what had happened and what was going on. I looked around and realised that the soldiers we were killing were also our friends. I saw Mr. Todd from the butcher shop cleave his way through one of the protesters. This was a civil war everyone fighting and dieing are one of us.
I know I could have done better with descriptions of people appearance and I may re write this some time in order to accommodate for corrections if you want me to make them.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
The night was dark, the was hidden behind the clouds the hung over use like a vale over the dead. There was no breeze, sound at all. We were all afraid but I know everyone here was ready for what was about to happen. I could not have been more wrong.
We had planned this out and hoped it would work. I had taken us months to gather enough support without being noticed by the secret police force of the High Chancellor, our march was going to take us to the parliament building we over throw the ruling government that night by any means necessary. We decided that with enough support they would not be able to deny us what we rightfully deserved. Freedom.
We had waited until we felt safe and began our march. No one talked, the only sound that could be heard was the rustle of the cloths we wore and the fall of each footstep. As we marched others joined us, some old, some young. I feared for the youth, they did not understand what they were getting into. None of us did.
We saw the hill on which the parliament building stood, it was empty. Maybe we wont have to have any problems. I lead our rebellion up the hill towards the buildings. The courtyard was quite, the feeling of tension, fear, and anxiety was so strong it was almost a tangible being. Strong enough almost to be seen in the fog coming off the nearby ocean. The smell of the salt water hung in the air as we prepared ourselves to begin our rally.
No one moved but there was a rustle in the bushes. We could not see anything in the dark but we could defiantly hear something in the shadows. To our left, our right, behind, everywhere there was a rustling with nothing to be seen. Then the first of soldier emerged from the bushes, like a signal suddenly hundreds of secret police officers ran at us.
We had expected a violent revolution but we had hoped it would not happen. I did not bring any weapon thinking that it would encourage this reaction. Some of my companies were ready for this. We had knives, sticks, axes, pans, rocks, anything they could have brought. Our enemies were outfitted in armour brandishing swords, chains, and fierce looking clubs with metal spikes jutting out from all sides.
I saw the first man charge right for me, I waited, two more seconds, he came at me, sword unsheathed and full speed. Right before he was able to attack be I launched my self forwards, low to the ground and with a sweeping kick, knocked the warrior off the ground, his momentum carrying him a couple feet away in the battle with the rest of our armies. I ran over dove into the air and landed with both feet on the small of his back. I was sure I heard something crack. The man screamed in agony, I took the deadly blade from his hand and in once motion ended his suffering.
The wind picked up, the clouds started to clear from the sky and the bright red harvest moon shone above us. The light from the moon bathed our battle field in a red glow the blood of our enemies shone on our faces the blood of our allies showed us the way to our next target. I looked around and say many friends die. My best friend and the man who had inspired all of us to make this revolution turned to look at me. He smiled, showing that he was ok.
He was always someone you can trust, someone you could turn to for help. His ideas were revolutionary, he dreamed about ways of helping our village. We called him Fang, we always have. I don’t know what his real name is, or why we call him that, but to me that is his name.
I stared at him and saw someone coming up behind him. I yelled for him to move but it was to late. The man behind him was carrying a large wooden club with metal spikes on each side, with one swing he came across the side of the face of Fang. The man laughed at the brain’s that had thought of this whole rebellion and that were supposed to lead us flew into the night air. Blood exploded from the side of Fang’s head and in an instant he was dead.
I could not take it, Fang was not only our leader, but my brother. I charged the man with the club and before he knew it cut his head off. It flew into the air blood squirting out of the neck, covering my face. Before face of the man could hit the ground I swung again and halved the flying object. It landed on the ground and lay their. I let our a roar and ran into battle, blood covering my face, my already red hair highlighted by the blood of my enemy. I quickly slayed two more soldiers, a third I disarmed. By this I mean I amputated his arms from his body so he could no longer attack. I tears now filled my eyes as I realised what had happened and what was going on. I looked around and realised that the soldiers we were killing were also our friends. I saw Mr. Todd from the butcher shop cleave his way through one of the protesters. This was a civil war everyone fighting and dieing are one of us.
I know I could have done better with descriptions of people appearance and I may re write this some time in order to accommodate for corrections if you want me to make them.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
ROWING STORY.
Rowing calls/terminology
Squaring - blades are perpendicular to the water. This is when you actual move the water in the stroke.
Feathering - Blades are parallel with the water. This is after the stroke when recovering getting ready for the next stroke.
Recovery - After finishing a stroke the time in between when you return to the catch.
Catch - Where the stroke begins at the top of the slide arms out.
Slide - A metal track on the boat the allows the seat to move and helps generate power from the legs.
Hard 10 - The next 10 strokes are with extra power.
Rate/ stroke rate - The number of strokes taken in one minute.
7 up - Not the pop a rowing strategy. Ever 7 strokes up the rate and power.
Crab - When your oar is stuck in the water and it is hard to get out.
I waited at the starting the gate. The air was cold around me, the ridiculously small amount of cloths we had for out “uniform” didn’t help much either. We were wearing a red spandex singlet and black spandex shorts, that was it. My hair still red in the sunlight seemed dull after last night hair massacre with the shaver. Alas I was proud to be wearing my new faux hawk. The changed direction on us going cross wise in the river. That’s good I thought It will give us an advantage. My partner and I were used to rowing in unfavourable weather conditions for the sport. I hated the waiting, I was nervous, oh so nervous. I sat there ready, my heart beating like crazy, barely able to control myself, and waited, and waited. It felt like hours but was probably less than a minute. Everyone was concentrating, ready for the race that was about to begin. Then the worst part of the race; the calling of school. I heard them call the schools in order.
“Lane 1! Lane 2! Lane 3! Lane 4!” That was us. My starting racing a shifted my position and waited for the announcer to finish the call.
“All rowers up to the catch”
“Attention!” (Square the blades at the top of the catch so you are ready to row.
“READY!”
My heart nearly skipped a beat as I waited. I hate the waiting, it kills me. It was like the whole world stood still for a second all rowers waited for the one call.
“ROW!!!”
My boat took off as fast as we could. We did our usual racing start. 10x half strokes. 1x really long stroke and then 20x powerful strokes. We started rowing I missed my first stroke which was bad but I was able to catch up. We went down and I could feel water cascading over me with every stroke. Remind me to teach my partener how not to splash the bow seat next time.
I looked back to make sure we didn’t hit anyone. I hate sitting in the back it adds a lot more pressure because I have to make sure we stay on course. For once we were keeping a straight path. I saw that we were a head of two boats but behind three others. I saw the 500 meter sign come up.
“HARD 10!” I yelled. Another reason I don’t like bow is I have to give all the commands. Oye it’s complicated. We picked up the rate and I could already feel myself getting really tired. Breaths came hard, and we were only at the 1000 meter mark. Half way their. It had already been about 3 minutes, but with rowing those 3 minutes are hell and the next 3 are even worse. I cought a crab on my left side which slowed us down a lot and I knew my partner would be pissed. I quickly feathered the blade and got right back into rhythm. I could hear now the cheers and yells of our school.
“HARD 20! LETS GIVE THEM A SHOW” We picked up the rate and gave it even more power. I wish I had not given that command. The stroke had increased also and I was already to tired to keep it out easily. We kept rowing we were still ahead of the two crews we had been beating this whole time but the other three boats were way to fair away to catch up to. We past the 1500 mark.
“LAST 500 LET’S PICK IT UP!” I was already out of breath yelling was not helping me at all. We picked the rate up again getting ready for our final sprint. 400 , 350, 300 ,250. It was time for the final stretch. “7 UP!” We picked up the rate we were now at around 40 strokes a minute and killing ourselves. The last 250 seemed to drag on forever, I was tired, cold, and exhausted. We had to give it everything we had though” 4, 5, 6, 7, “7 UP!” Again we picked up the rate and again I almost missed the stroke. 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5, 6, 7 “7 UP” We were now at a full sprint our rate was higher than usually and I was giving it everything I could. 50 meters left. I couldn’t breathe anymore but we had to finish. We completed the last 5-6 strokes and I was dead. I could not move, or think, I just sat there.
We came in 4th that race, it was by far our best race of the season. I was so tired and sore I couldn’t even row the boat back to the docks for a while. My arms had locked up and I could barely move them. I was breathing so heavily I am sure my partner must have thought I was having an attack of some sorts. The race was over, the thrill, excitement, fear, had past, unfortunately the pain was just beginning. My arms were killing me and my legs were weak, I felt sick in my stomach. This is the best feeling ever. It may sound weird but it is the best feeling. The water had finally stopped cascading over my from my partner but I was not cold I was boiling, the sun was out and bright.
The race was over, rowing season was finished. I would give anything to race that race again. It is all worth it, every second of pain, hardship, is worth the excitement, fun, and thrill of the race.
Well I hope this helped understand rowing. I may be rambling on at the end. It is unedited but I wanted to type it out and I hope I didn’t miss anything. Please tell me what you think about it
Squaring - blades are perpendicular to the water. This is when you actual move the water in the stroke.
Feathering - Blades are parallel with the water. This is after the stroke when recovering getting ready for the next stroke.
Recovery - After finishing a stroke the time in between when you return to the catch.
Catch - Where the stroke begins at the top of the slide arms out.
Slide - A metal track on the boat the allows the seat to move and helps generate power from the legs.
Hard 10 - The next 10 strokes are with extra power.
Rate/ stroke rate - The number of strokes taken in one minute.
7 up - Not the pop a rowing strategy. Ever 7 strokes up the rate and power.
Crab - When your oar is stuck in the water and it is hard to get out.
I waited at the starting the gate. The air was cold around me, the ridiculously small amount of cloths we had for out “uniform” didn’t help much either. We were wearing a red spandex singlet and black spandex shorts, that was it. My hair still red in the sunlight seemed dull after last night hair massacre with the shaver. Alas I was proud to be wearing my new faux hawk. The changed direction on us going cross wise in the river. That’s good I thought It will give us an advantage. My partner and I were used to rowing in unfavourable weather conditions for the sport. I hated the waiting, I was nervous, oh so nervous. I sat there ready, my heart beating like crazy, barely able to control myself, and waited, and waited. It felt like hours but was probably less than a minute. Everyone was concentrating, ready for the race that was about to begin. Then the worst part of the race; the calling of school. I heard them call the schools in order.
“Lane 1! Lane 2! Lane 3! Lane 4!” That was us. My starting racing a shifted my position and waited for the announcer to finish the call.
“All rowers up to the catch”
“Attention!” (Square the blades at the top of the catch so you are ready to row.
“READY!”
My heart nearly skipped a beat as I waited. I hate the waiting, it kills me. It was like the whole world stood still for a second all rowers waited for the one call.
“ROW!!!”
My boat took off as fast as we could. We did our usual racing start. 10x half strokes. 1x really long stroke and then 20x powerful strokes. We started rowing I missed my first stroke which was bad but I was able to catch up. We went down and I could feel water cascading over me with every stroke. Remind me to teach my partener how not to splash the bow seat next time.
I looked back to make sure we didn’t hit anyone. I hate sitting in the back it adds a lot more pressure because I have to make sure we stay on course. For once we were keeping a straight path. I saw that we were a head of two boats but behind three others. I saw the 500 meter sign come up.
“HARD 10!” I yelled. Another reason I don’t like bow is I have to give all the commands. Oye it’s complicated. We picked up the rate and I could already feel myself getting really tired. Breaths came hard, and we were only at the 1000 meter mark. Half way their. It had already been about 3 minutes, but with rowing those 3 minutes are hell and the next 3 are even worse. I cought a crab on my left side which slowed us down a lot and I knew my partner would be pissed. I quickly feathered the blade and got right back into rhythm. I could hear now the cheers and yells of our school.
“HARD 20! LETS GIVE THEM A SHOW” We picked up the rate and gave it even more power. I wish I had not given that command. The stroke had increased also and I was already to tired to keep it out easily. We kept rowing we were still ahead of the two crews we had been beating this whole time but the other three boats were way to fair away to catch up to. We past the 1500 mark.
“LAST 500 LET’S PICK IT UP!” I was already out of breath yelling was not helping me at all. We picked the rate up again getting ready for our final sprint. 400 , 350, 300 ,250. It was time for the final stretch. “7 UP!” We picked up the rate we were now at around 40 strokes a minute and killing ourselves. The last 250 seemed to drag on forever, I was tired, cold, and exhausted. We had to give it everything we had though” 4, 5, 6, 7, “7 UP!” Again we picked up the rate and again I almost missed the stroke. 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5, 6, 7 “7 UP” We were now at a full sprint our rate was higher than usually and I was giving it everything I could. 50 meters left. I couldn’t breathe anymore but we had to finish. We completed the last 5-6 strokes and I was dead. I could not move, or think, I just sat there.
We came in 4th that race, it was by far our best race of the season. I was so tired and sore I couldn’t even row the boat back to the docks for a while. My arms had locked up and I could barely move them. I was breathing so heavily I am sure my partner must have thought I was having an attack of some sorts. The race was over, the thrill, excitement, fear, had past, unfortunately the pain was just beginning. My arms were killing me and my legs were weak, I felt sick in my stomach. This is the best feeling ever. It may sound weird but it is the best feeling. The water had finally stopped cascading over my from my partner but I was not cold I was boiling, the sun was out and bright.
The race was over, rowing season was finished. I would give anything to race that race again. It is all worth it, every second of pain, hardship, is worth the excitement, fun, and thrill of the race.
Well I hope this helped understand rowing. I may be rambling on at the end. It is unedited but I wanted to type it out and I hope I didn’t miss anything. Please tell me what you think about it
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
everything at once...
Right now I am personally stressed out more than I like to be, this happens about twice a year around exam times. This time it is worse because of other things so I am going to just type everything I am feeling, thinking, and hope it makes me feel better. Comment, add your own stories, vent, w/e you want.
Alright so here we go:
ROWING. I love rowing it is my favorite sport that I am in, but at the moment I hate my partner. I really hate letting people down and making it so they can't do their best, and he is a better rower than me so when I mess up it really effects the both of us. (I row in a double, which if you don't know what the means it is a shell {a boat} with each rower has two oars one for each side.) Alright so not only do I know I am messing us up, but we now he is starting to get mad at me which really pisses me off because I don't like people yelling at me, so then I go harder which usually makes me mess up more. Arg it's horrible, so now I want to quit rowing for the season which is only like 4 more days and my coach says it isn't fair to my partner if I quit. And because I don't want to get my partner in trouble because he really hasn't done anything wrong, since he should tell me when I make mistakes I can't tell my coach why I want to quit. This added on with the rest of the stress I have which Ill explain in a minute is driving me insane.
SCHOOL: At the moment in my school we are nearing the final bit of classes and starting ISU's (independant study units.) and studying for exams. The Isu's are not hard but take a lot of time and reaseach. I don't like research so I tend to put that off, which makes me more stressed out because they are due soon. School is not all that entertaining and hard to get into and I don't like going some times. Also I am tired all day because I have to get up at 5.00 in the morning to do rowing which makes me tired, which makes me sleep because my classes are boring, so I miss some classes, and I am then farther behind in the class. This wouldn't be a problem but I am determinded to do good in school which makes me want to do good on everything which is more stressful becuase I can't just do only half effort on any projects.
VIDEO GAMES: This shouldn't be a problem with stress but instead a stress reliever and in most cases it is. But it turns out I have a very addictive personallity and LOVE playing my videogames. Which never was a problem until now because before I would do my work play my games but now I have to concentrate on my school work and I can't play as much as I would like and it makes me feel bad, kind of like a crack addict without his fix. Ill admit I have a problem especially because I just said I was like a crack addict without my fix of video games. Oh my god what has my world come to.
Random stuff now. I have been trying to write more with my story again thinking it would help calm me down which it didn't because I can't seem to find the right way to start my stories or chapters which is annoying because then I am discouraged from writting anymore and feel bad about not being able to write anymore.
I am a big fan of the enviorment as hopefully many of you are but I found this kind of funny. Think of an electric car, alright. Would you say it is helpful to the enviorment. Yes or No?
Alright now think about this: In most cases a cities elecricity comes from the burning of coal, natural gases, and other polutants. These electric which are seen as so green because they themselves do not emit green house gasses use up a lot of electricity which in turns uses the green houses gasses. So then which is better electric or regualr if they both use these polutants.
That is enough for me. I think this is like 2 pages of ranting. If you made it this far congrats and thank you for reading.
Fly on. Fly free, Se onr sverdar sitja hvass,
Avian Fang Brisingr Sverdar
(I have two aliases might as well include them both)
Alright so here we go:
ROWING. I love rowing it is my favorite sport that I am in, but at the moment I hate my partner. I really hate letting people down and making it so they can't do their best, and he is a better rower than me so when I mess up it really effects the both of us. (I row in a double, which if you don't know what the means it is a shell {a boat} with each rower has two oars one for each side.) Alright so not only do I know I am messing us up, but we now he is starting to get mad at me which really pisses me off because I don't like people yelling at me, so then I go harder which usually makes me mess up more. Arg it's horrible, so now I want to quit rowing for the season which is only like 4 more days and my coach says it isn't fair to my partner if I quit. And because I don't want to get my partner in trouble because he really hasn't done anything wrong, since he should tell me when I make mistakes I can't tell my coach why I want to quit. This added on with the rest of the stress I have which Ill explain in a minute is driving me insane.
SCHOOL: At the moment in my school we are nearing the final bit of classes and starting ISU's (independant study units.) and studying for exams. The Isu's are not hard but take a lot of time and reaseach. I don't like research so I tend to put that off, which makes me more stressed out because they are due soon. School is not all that entertaining and hard to get into and I don't like going some times. Also I am tired all day because I have to get up at 5.00 in the morning to do rowing which makes me tired, which makes me sleep because my classes are boring, so I miss some classes, and I am then farther behind in the class. This wouldn't be a problem but I am determinded to do good in school which makes me want to do good on everything which is more stressful becuase I can't just do only half effort on any projects.
VIDEO GAMES: This shouldn't be a problem with stress but instead a stress reliever and in most cases it is. But it turns out I have a very addictive personallity and LOVE playing my videogames. Which never was a problem until now because before I would do my work play my games but now I have to concentrate on my school work and I can't play as much as I would like and it makes me feel bad, kind of like a crack addict without his fix. Ill admit I have a problem especially because I just said I was like a crack addict without my fix of video games. Oh my god what has my world come to.
Random stuff now. I have been trying to write more with my story again thinking it would help calm me down which it didn't because I can't seem to find the right way to start my stories or chapters which is annoying because then I am discouraged from writting anymore and feel bad about not being able to write anymore.
I am a big fan of the enviorment as hopefully many of you are but I found this kind of funny. Think of an electric car, alright. Would you say it is helpful to the enviorment. Yes or No?
Alright now think about this: In most cases a cities elecricity comes from the burning of coal, natural gases, and other polutants. These electric which are seen as so green because they themselves do not emit green house gasses use up a lot of electricity which in turns uses the green houses gasses. So then which is better electric or regualr if they both use these polutants.
That is enough for me. I think this is like 2 pages of ranting. If you made it this far congrats and thank you for reading.
Fly on. Fly free, Se onr sverdar sitja hvass,
Avian Fang Brisingr Sverdar
(I have two aliases might as well include them both)
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Before I mess things up (again)
Alright I seem to have a big habit of saying stupid/doing stupid things to make people I have crushes avoid me so look the title says before I mess up again I want to ask your advice. (Women's advice would be the best but if their are guys who can tell me what not to do more the appreciated.)
So if you can tell me some things not to do it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks everyone.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
So if you can tell me some things not to do it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks everyone.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Part from another thing I am writting
Alright because I am noticing I do not have the attention span or the creativity to write full stories I am just going to post scenes from stories because that is all I am capable to do at the moment.
P.S This one is a bit more graphic if I remember correctly.
The fire was bright in contrast to the mornings darkness, the a gently wind blowing the dancing fire around the pit. I had been keeping sentry duty for night while my brother slept, the battle from the night before had taken much of his energy away. I looked down at the camp and my sleeping brother from the tree I was perched in and kept watching making sure nothing came to disturb our rest. I heard a rustle off in the bushes and jumped down from my branch, rolling to absorb the falls momentum. I followed the sound of the animal hoping to hunt down some meat for our breakfast. I followed the sound until I could no longer see anything, admitting defeat I slowly returned to camp. “AGGGH” I heard my brother scream and raced make to the sound of the voice, my heart pumping, adrenaline already pouring into my blood ready to fight whatever was attacking him.
I got back to camp and saw nothing, my brother was sitting up in his bedroll, sweep dripping from his body, but not soldier or animal to be seen.
“ What happened,” I asked “Why the did you scream?”
“I had that nightmare again,” Leo explained “the one where I am murdered in the dungeon!” Leo finished with a gasp. I looked at him his dirty blond hair matted down with sweet and dirt, his face was a mess from weeks in the forests trying to evade the people who still hunted us.
The wind had turned cold and I looked at the campsite. Our bedrolls, our weapons, a small fire and what little food was left from our last successful hunt. I heard a rustle behind be a knew that whatever it had made the noise was not some animal inspecting our camp.
I turned around a saw a man dress in dark armour with the seal of the emperor and the helmet.
“ You are under arrest for violating the emperors law. You both are wanted by the emperor. I have been sent to capture, or kill you both.” The soldier said the last words with such emphasises I knew that was he planned to do.
“There is two of us and one of you,” I said laughing “your emperor is getting careless.” I looked at the soldier and saw him smile. I could hear a thump from behind me and my brother screaming.
“BEHIND YOU BROTHER!!”
I felt a sudden pain on the back of my skull and then nothing the last thing I remember before everything went dark was thinking to myself The emperor didn’t get careless. We did!”
From the eyes of Leo
“BROTHER!” I screamed I saw the man jump from the bushes and hit Barachiel in the back of the head, his body went limp and he fell. I saw his face contorted in pain, his red hair matted together with blood and dirt. The man who had assaulted Barachiel know stood there and laughed, relishing in his victory. I saw our weapons on the ground next to me I picked up the sword closest to me, my brother’s sword. I took the sword off the ground and went for the kill rage, and adrenaline fuelling my actions. I did not hesitate and before the man with the club could turn around and I had killed him. His head cut clean off blood still pumping for the veins in his neck, his legs crumbled beneath the weight of the body and the man collapsed, his head rolled off to the side in a pool of his own blood. I looked at the messenger, the man who distracted my brother and charged. The messenger had expected this and quickly knocked my sword away and recovered faster than I could and cut my shoulder. I could feel the warm blood ooze out of the wound. I looked down and saw my brother moving again, he was slowly crawling away from the combat. I turn my head back to the combat just in time to see the blade coming at me. I ducked the slice and cut off the mans right leg. The man yelled in pain, and fell over his leg gushing blood over patch of grass he was now lying in. I looked over at him knowing he was going to die. I let out one final bloodcurdling roar and fell to my knees. I had killed two men.
From the eyes of Barachiel
I did not know when I finally awoke, the only things I knew or remembered was that the sun was now high in the sky and blindingly bright, and my head hurt like nothing I had ever experienced. I looked over at Leo, he was my brother older only by a couple years. We may be brother I thought but we look nothing a like. He was taller by a couple inches about 6 feet tall, he was a bit slimmer then me not as much muscle, but he more agile. I was only about 5’10” but more muscular than my brother. We both had been thinned down substantially by the harsh continues of the wilderness. His face was rounder more soft edged, while my face was more angular, sharper more distinct features. His blond hair was naturally curly and always contrasted my dark red hair that always fell straight against. I tried to sit-up and with enormous effort finally managed to get myself up. I looked around and noticed some changes to the camp. I saw a bigger soldier lying on the ground his head about two feet from his body in a bloody mess. Then I saw the man who had spoken to me, lying back all color drained from his face. I saw the horror that had once been our campsite and was sick to my stomach.
Well I hope I have not mentally injured anyone here. If I did sorry. Please tell me what you think.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
P.S This one is a bit more graphic if I remember correctly.
The fire was bright in contrast to the mornings darkness, the a gently wind blowing the dancing fire around the pit. I had been keeping sentry duty for night while my brother slept, the battle from the night before had taken much of his energy away. I looked down at the camp and my sleeping brother from the tree I was perched in and kept watching making sure nothing came to disturb our rest. I heard a rustle off in the bushes and jumped down from my branch, rolling to absorb the falls momentum. I followed the sound of the animal hoping to hunt down some meat for our breakfast. I followed the sound until I could no longer see anything, admitting defeat I slowly returned to camp. “AGGGH” I heard my brother scream and raced make to the sound of the voice, my heart pumping, adrenaline already pouring into my blood ready to fight whatever was attacking him.
I got back to camp and saw nothing, my brother was sitting up in his bedroll, sweep dripping from his body, but not soldier or animal to be seen.
“ What happened,” I asked “Why the did you scream?”
“I had that nightmare again,” Leo explained “the one where I am murdered in the dungeon!” Leo finished with a gasp. I looked at him his dirty blond hair matted down with sweet and dirt, his face was a mess from weeks in the forests trying to evade the people who still hunted us.
The wind had turned cold and I looked at the campsite. Our bedrolls, our weapons, a small fire and what little food was left from our last successful hunt. I heard a rustle behind be a knew that whatever it had made the noise was not some animal inspecting our camp.
I turned around a saw a man dress in dark armour with the seal of the emperor and the helmet.
“ You are under arrest for violating the emperors law. You both are wanted by the emperor. I have been sent to capture, or kill you both.” The soldier said the last words with such emphasises I knew that was he planned to do.
“There is two of us and one of you,” I said laughing “your emperor is getting careless.” I looked at the soldier and saw him smile. I could hear a thump from behind me and my brother screaming.
“BEHIND YOU BROTHER!!”
I felt a sudden pain on the back of my skull and then nothing the last thing I remember before everything went dark was thinking to myself The emperor didn’t get careless. We did!”
From the eyes of Leo
“BROTHER!” I screamed I saw the man jump from the bushes and hit Barachiel in the back of the head, his body went limp and he fell. I saw his face contorted in pain, his red hair matted together with blood and dirt. The man who had assaulted Barachiel know stood there and laughed, relishing in his victory. I saw our weapons on the ground next to me I picked up the sword closest to me, my brother’s sword. I took the sword off the ground and went for the kill rage, and adrenaline fuelling my actions. I did not hesitate and before the man with the club could turn around and I had killed him. His head cut clean off blood still pumping for the veins in his neck, his legs crumbled beneath the weight of the body and the man collapsed, his head rolled off to the side in a pool of his own blood. I looked at the messenger, the man who distracted my brother and charged. The messenger had expected this and quickly knocked my sword away and recovered faster than I could and cut my shoulder. I could feel the warm blood ooze out of the wound. I looked down and saw my brother moving again, he was slowly crawling away from the combat. I turn my head back to the combat just in time to see the blade coming at me. I ducked the slice and cut off the mans right leg. The man yelled in pain, and fell over his leg gushing blood over patch of grass he was now lying in. I looked over at him knowing he was going to die. I let out one final bloodcurdling roar and fell to my knees. I had killed two men.
From the eyes of Barachiel
I did not know when I finally awoke, the only things I knew or remembered was that the sun was now high in the sky and blindingly bright, and my head hurt like nothing I had ever experienced. I looked over at Leo, he was my brother older only by a couple years. We may be brother I thought but we look nothing a like. He was taller by a couple inches about 6 feet tall, he was a bit slimmer then me not as much muscle, but he more agile. I was only about 5’10” but more muscular than my brother. We both had been thinned down substantially by the harsh continues of the wilderness. His face was rounder more soft edged, while my face was more angular, sharper more distinct features. His blond hair was naturally curly and always contrasted my dark red hair that always fell straight against. I tried to sit-up and with enormous effort finally managed to get myself up. I looked around and noticed some changes to the camp. I saw a bigger soldier lying on the ground his head about two feet from his body in a bloody mess. Then I saw the man who had spoken to me, lying back all color drained from his face. I saw the horror that had once been our campsite and was sick to my stomach.
Well I hope I have not mentally injured anyone here. If I did sorry. Please tell me what you think.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
EARTH DAY
Ah yes.
Well hello again everyone I am back (if only for a short period of time.) I am rather sorry I do not update this blog as often as I should. But seeing as how today is what I consider to be my one year anniversary of this blog I think it makes sense to post again.
I am not really sure exactly when I began posting on this site but I know it was around Earth Day so I am calling this my 1 year anniversary regardless.
So how is everyone. In the past year my views on global warming have altered ever so slightly. I no longer believe that CO2 is actually playing a big part in this catastrophe and I don't think it actually is going to happen.
I recently watched the movie called "The Great Global Warming Swindle" and it has really changed my thoughts about this topic.
In other things I want to know what you all think about all this. What you did (if anything) this earth day. Anything you want to share. Or Anything you want to ask.
My friend sent me a challenge I was to invite my friends to ask me three questions and I had to answer then truthfully no matter what. I think I will extend this to all of you. Ask me anything you want and I promise you I will respond truthfully A.S.A.P
I hope everyone has a great day, year, and life.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Well hello again everyone I am back (if only for a short period of time.) I am rather sorry I do not update this blog as often as I should. But seeing as how today is what I consider to be my one year anniversary of this blog I think it makes sense to post again.
I am not really sure exactly when I began posting on this site but I know it was around Earth Day so I am calling this my 1 year anniversary regardless.
So how is everyone. In the past year my views on global warming have altered ever so slightly. I no longer believe that CO2 is actually playing a big part in this catastrophe and I don't think it actually is going to happen.
I recently watched the movie called "The Great Global Warming Swindle" and it has really changed my thoughts about this topic.
In other things I want to know what you all think about all this. What you did (if anything) this earth day. Anything you want to share. Or Anything you want to ask.
My friend sent me a challenge I was to invite my friends to ask me three questions and I had to answer then truthfully no matter what. I think I will extend this to all of you. Ask me anything you want and I promise you I will respond truthfully A.S.A.P
I hope everyone has a great day, year, and life.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Earth Hour
Me and a couple of my friends went down town in my city last night for an event called earth hour. We had a big concert had some people come by and at 8.30 all the lights in the city went out and for 1 hour we were asked to keep the lights off.
Now I am an outdoors person and I like to go off in the night into a field and just stare at the stars.
Last night was the first time in a long time even though it was just for one hour there was no light pollution.
Light Pollution is : Illumination of the night sky by electric lights, as in an urban area, that interferes with astronomical observation.
This bugs me because it interferes with my star gazing.
I'm sorry I got a bit off topic again. What I was making this post for was that I wanted everyone to try this. You don't have to make a big deal out of it but as a family for one hour a night, or week, or month turn off all (or at least most) of your lights, this will conserve electricity as well as help the environment.
Somethings to try:
Light some candles and use those for lights.
Play board games instead of video games.
Read a book instead of watching a movie.
Just little things like this could help.
A little thing here and their can add up. Tell your friends and get other people into this.
Fly on. Live free,
Avian Fang
Now I am an outdoors person and I like to go off in the night into a field and just stare at the stars.
Last night was the first time in a long time even though it was just for one hour there was no light pollution.
Light Pollution is : Illumination of the night sky by electric lights, as in an urban area, that interferes with astronomical observation.
This bugs me because it interferes with my star gazing.
I'm sorry I got a bit off topic again. What I was making this post for was that I wanted everyone to try this. You don't have to make a big deal out of it but as a family for one hour a night, or week, or month turn off all (or at least most) of your lights, this will conserve electricity as well as help the environment.
Somethings to try:
Light some candles and use those for lights.
Play board games instead of video games.
Read a book instead of watching a movie.
Just little things like this could help.
A little thing here and their can add up. Tell your friends and get other people into this.
Fly on. Live free,
Avian Fang
Monday, February 9, 2009
Chapter 2
I did not expect to be able to get this done this early in the week.
Chapter 2
I ventured into the dark cave, the light of the morning sun disappeared behind me, dark emptiness in front of me. As I swam I could feel a change in the water, it was colder and felt more enclosed. The absence of light made knowing anything else impossible, I could not see the walls or even guess how long the tunnel was. This could be dangerous, you should turn back, I thought to myself but there was something, in my heart I knew I had to go onwards. I could not see but I could feel the walls of the cave begin to narrow down. My stomach was starving for air now. I knew I could not turn back most of my air was gone and I would not make it, I had only one option, I had to go in, deeper into the darkness. The walls had become so tight now that instead of swimming I had to push off of them, the process was faster but I had no control. Above me, down the tunnel I was in there was a small circle of light. I am going to make it, I pushed off the walls hard going as fast as I could, and flew down the passage.
"AGH!!" I screamed letting all the rest of my oxygen out. Not the smartest of ideas screaming at a time like this, I was to concern with the sudden pain in my right leg to realize the humor in the fact that I was about to die and I am making sarcastic comments to myself. I looked down and with the light just in front of me saw that a jagged rock had embedded itself into my leg. As far as I could see the cut was about my hands length, right now the sensitive muscle of my leg. It was bleeding out and changing the water all around me. My vision began to go black, the pain, loss of blood, and lack of oxygen all weakening me. I knew I was about to die. I pushed off the wall with all my remaining strength, I felt the rock cut through the rest of my leg then let go of me. I was free, floating towards the light.
Suddenly it all went black...
Tell me what you think, Thanks.
Fly on. Live free,
Avian Fang
Chapter 2
I ventured into the dark cave, the light of the morning sun disappeared behind me, dark emptiness in front of me. As I swam I could feel a change in the water, it was colder and felt more enclosed. The absence of light made knowing anything else impossible, I could not see the walls or even guess how long the tunnel was. This could be dangerous, you should turn back, I thought to myself but there was something, in my heart I knew I had to go onwards. I could not see but I could feel the walls of the cave begin to narrow down. My stomach was starving for air now. I knew I could not turn back most of my air was gone and I would not make it, I had only one option, I had to go in, deeper into the darkness. The walls had become so tight now that instead of swimming I had to push off of them, the process was faster but I had no control. Above me, down the tunnel I was in there was a small circle of light. I am going to make it, I pushed off the walls hard going as fast as I could, and flew down the passage.
"AGH!!" I screamed letting all the rest of my oxygen out. Not the smartest of ideas screaming at a time like this, I was to concern with the sudden pain in my right leg to realize the humor in the fact that I was about to die and I am making sarcastic comments to myself. I looked down and with the light just in front of me saw that a jagged rock had embedded itself into my leg. As far as I could see the cut was about my hands length, right now the sensitive muscle of my leg. It was bleeding out and changing the water all around me. My vision began to go black, the pain, loss of blood, and lack of oxygen all weakening me. I knew I was about to die. I pushed off the wall with all my remaining strength, I felt the rock cut through the rest of my leg then let go of me. I was free, floating towards the light.
Suddenly it all went black...
Tell me what you think, Thanks.
Fly on. Live free,
Avian Fang
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Sorry
I am sorry. I was not able to get as much time this weekend as I had initial expected so I have not finished typing up chapter 2. I swear it will be up by Wednesday night or....
Well I can't think of any punishment but it will be up before then.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
Fly on. Live free,
Avian Fang
Well I can't think of any punishment but it will be up before then.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
Fly on. Live free,
Avian Fang
Monday, February 2, 2009
Tell me what you think
Alright well a while back I started to write a story and then I realized that the way I had written it sucked and I had no idea for what to write next so a couple months went by and I started writing again. A new story that might use what I have written in it. Well this is all I have so far tell me what you think.
(I really liked my dream sequence from my first story so the dream I am talking about is that one)
I awoke from my all to vivid dream, sweat dripping from my cold body. I slowly lifted myself from my bedroll. The early morning sun had not yet risen over the mountain tops but a dim red glow surrounding the hills told me it was near. I walked now the old dirt path I had found the night before, the cool air rustled through the trees and bushes surrounding me creating a quite and relaxing buzz. I continued down the path until I came across pool of water. “Ah” I signed the only words that I could use to describe the beauty of the pool. The water calm as glass sparkling in the almost sunrise light. I looked down at the cool, refreshing water and began to undress. In a second I was in the water washing away the dirt and the grime of the days before with one long powerful dive. The water was cold in the almost June morning but the sensation of weightless overtook me. My dark red hair floated where I had stopped not moving for there was no current, I admired it for a second before I had to resurface. I went up to get a breath of air and dove back down into the deep blue, I saw near the bottom of the lake a small cave that I wished to explore before I had to leave. I broke the surface on last time, gathered as much air as I could and went down.
Thanks for reading and please tell me what you think I would like to know you opinions.
Fly on. Live free,
Avian Fang
(I really liked my dream sequence from my first story so the dream I am talking about is that one)
I awoke from my all to vivid dream, sweat dripping from my cold body. I slowly lifted myself from my bedroll. The early morning sun had not yet risen over the mountain tops but a dim red glow surrounding the hills told me it was near. I walked now the old dirt path I had found the night before, the cool air rustled through the trees and bushes surrounding me creating a quite and relaxing buzz. I continued down the path until I came across pool of water. “Ah” I signed the only words that I could use to describe the beauty of the pool. The water calm as glass sparkling in the almost sunrise light. I looked down at the cool, refreshing water and began to undress. In a second I was in the water washing away the dirt and the grime of the days before with one long powerful dive. The water was cold in the almost June morning but the sensation of weightless overtook me. My dark red hair floated where I had stopped not moving for there was no current, I admired it for a second before I had to resurface. I went up to get a breath of air and dove back down into the deep blue, I saw near the bottom of the lake a small cave that I wished to explore before I had to leave. I broke the surface on last time, gathered as much air as I could and went down.
Thanks for reading and please tell me what you think I would like to know you opinions.
Fly on. Live free,
Avian Fang
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Life
I was listening to some music earlier today and one of the songs reminded me of an old poem my Grandma had always said. It was about life and what the writer would do if she could do it over again.
If I had my life to live over,
I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I would relax. I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have on this trip.
I would be crazier. I would be less hygienic.
I would take more chances, I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers,
and watch more sunsets.
I would burn more gasoline. I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who lives
prophylactically and sensibly and sanely,
hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I have had my moments
And if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.
Just moments,one after another.
Instead of living so many years ahead each day.
I have been one of those people who never go anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a
raincoat, and a parachute.
If I had to do it over again, I would go places and do things.
I'd travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefooted
earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more. I wouldn't make such good grades
except by accident.
I would ride on merry-go-rounds.
I'd pick more daisies!
The song I was listening to was called Rooftops by Lost Prophets.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbm97i3sOM4
Before you comment please listen to the song it is actually pretty good, but what I am asking is what would you do differently
in you life if you could do it over again.
Personally I have made a couple mistakes in the past which I would prefer to change maybe make some new friends, see other
people's perspectives. But hey I am still young my future is yet to be set in stone. I want to live, I want to be able relax and not
worry about anything. I want to be able to sit back and watch the sunsets. I want to be able to have a life where I can make mistakes,
and take chances. I am afraid of the future because I don't know how in our society to achieve a life like this.
Feel free to express what you want in life, or how you would do thing different, or even how you would suggest I accomplish
my goals because personally I am stumped on what to do.
Fly on. Live free
Avian Fang
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Music
I realized what I want to do with my blog. Strangely enough I have decided I just want to type stuff. :) But regardless I know I am a bit of a different thinker and that is what I will write about.
As you no doubt have guess my main topic for today is music. I like every type of music I listen to almost everything. Some things that bug me though are that a lot of the new music now a days... sucks. (In my opinion) Most of the popular stuff on the radio is a sort of catchy beat and really, really, really, repetitive lyrics. I believe if any band tried this kind of music ten years ago they would have been kicked off stage immediately. I like all types of music just most of it is old music, ACDC, Beatles, Rolling Stones, Great Big Sea (Kinda old.) I will say that some new songs are good but not many.
I know I am a downer and this may not apply to you that I saw most popular songs are not very good but if you disagree with me feel free to says so and please include with it a reason why you think so.
Another thing that kinda bugs me is being profiled by what type of music you listen to. If I listened to rock, or metal, or blues, or country, or almost any other type of music it does not mean much but if someone listens to quote "emo" music (I hate the term emo) then they are considered an emo.
That is ridiculous, if someone listens to "emo" music then they like a certain of music. Music is music. It may a way of expressing yourself but not always. I will admit there are a couple songs the could be categorized like this that I do like. Call me what you will
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
As you no doubt have guess my main topic for today is music. I like every type of music I listen to almost everything. Some things that bug me though are that a lot of the new music now a days... sucks. (In my opinion) Most of the popular stuff on the radio is a sort of catchy beat and really, really, really, repetitive lyrics. I believe if any band tried this kind of music ten years ago they would have been kicked off stage immediately. I like all types of music just most of it is old music, ACDC, Beatles, Rolling Stones, Great Big Sea (Kinda old.) I will say that some new songs are good but not many.
I know I am a downer and this may not apply to you that I saw most popular songs are not very good but if you disagree with me feel free to says so and please include with it a reason why you think so.
Another thing that kinda bugs me is being profiled by what type of music you listen to. If I listened to rock, or metal, or blues, or country, or almost any other type of music it does not mean much but if someone listens to quote "emo" music (I hate the term emo) then they are considered an emo.
That is ridiculous, if someone listens to "emo" music then they like a certain of music. Music is music. It may a way of expressing yourself but not always. I will admit there are a couple songs the could be categorized like this that I do like. Call me what you will
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Me
In front of all the people I know and talk to I am almost always a different person in a sense. This is because no one I know, knows all my sides and this my bite me in the butt later but who ever reads this will be the first and probably last.
So here it is. I am kind and supportive, funny, nice, a joker, and a comedian, i have a sharp wit, and a sharper tongue. I can be a dick, an ass hole and a douche all at the same time (sorry for those who don't use this type of language.) I love to read, play video games, workout, talk, fight, and chill. I am an actor I can play any part I feel I need too. I can talk with ease, be calm and quite, or completely wired and jumpy. Some people I know talk a lot about nothing, so I listen and talk, some people don't talk at all so I talk and then do their own thing. I have a long temper but a powerful one, I can hold a grudge but I am also forgiving, I prefer piece but am pulled towards conflict. I have a dirty mind and I more than occasionally make my fair share of double entrandres (double meaning puns usually sexually themed). I am an intellectual person, but can also be a dumb ass. I am hard working and lazy. All my free time I spend lounging around but I work out like three times a week (more when rowing come back around.) I am determined and strong willed if I set my mind to something I WILL accomplish it. I am a ginger. I am a procrastinator. I am old school and I don't like most things "new" that are happening especially music. I have strong beliefs and usually can't be convinced into doing anytihng I don't feel like. All though I am a great manipulator and it is one of my hobbies, the ability to bend other peoples mind and will to do what you want with a bit of language is quite entertaining. I would say I am at least partly insane. I am a lover and a fighter and I totally can have my cake and eat it too.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
So here it is. I am kind and supportive, funny, nice, a joker, and a comedian, i have a sharp wit, and a sharper tongue. I can be a dick, an ass hole and a douche all at the same time (sorry for those who don't use this type of language.) I love to read, play video games, workout, talk, fight, and chill. I am an actor I can play any part I feel I need too. I can talk with ease, be calm and quite, or completely wired and jumpy. Some people I know talk a lot about nothing, so I listen and talk, some people don't talk at all so I talk and then do their own thing. I have a long temper but a powerful one, I can hold a grudge but I am also forgiving, I prefer piece but am pulled towards conflict. I have a dirty mind and I more than occasionally make my fair share of double entrandres (double meaning puns usually sexually themed). I am an intellectual person, but can also be a dumb ass. I am hard working and lazy. All my free time I spend lounging around but I work out like three times a week (more when rowing come back around.) I am determined and strong willed if I set my mind to something I WILL accomplish it. I am a ginger. I am a procrastinator. I am old school and I don't like most things "new" that are happening especially music. I have strong beliefs and usually can't be convinced into doing anytihng I don't feel like. All though I am a great manipulator and it is one of my hobbies, the ability to bend other peoples mind and will to do what you want with a bit of language is quite entertaining. I would say I am at least partly insane. I am a lover and a fighter and I totally can have my cake and eat it too.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Argh it is over
Well for me and most others today is the final do of Christmas holiday and now we are all being forced back into routine and school. Look all days before I go back to school now I have to cram all the work I was supposed to do in two weeks into one day. HOORAY procrastination. Happy New Year everyone and I hope you have less homework then I do.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
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