Post by Roara on May 9, 2007 23:07:17 GMT -5
Although 99.9% of all my acquaintances don't know this, I daydream about made up characters of mine for hours. This is what I do most when I listen to evanesance music, or in the shower. So, I thought I would get started on one
Life through her eyes- the long road home.
The hope of seeing her beloved home flooded her mind with joy. She remembered it clearly as newly polished glass- the tiny straw roofed houses of her home village of Lynx Pass, the endless green hills covered in dandelions- but most of all, the man she wanted to be with the rest of her life.
Reality seemed to return in an instand to the steady rhythm of poundings on the door near her cave-like cell. The prison block she was held in was only dimly illuminated by a single torch by the entrance. The cells were merely big enough to hold three people, and where like the remains of a sphere cut into four. The entrance was tall, and the farther back you were the less standing space was available. The doors were made of the bones of the dead. She had seen people try to knock them down by throwing their full weight into it, but to no avail.
Thinking of all of this made her think how desperate their situation was. Captured by Ogres and sent deep into their uncharted- and incredibly deadly country. They were as far north as anyone knew. Beyond here was merely miles of mountains- which nothing has returned alive from.
Suddenly the pounding on the door ceased, only to be replaced by the sound of shattering wood.
"I have no clue how these dumb beast can make doors this strong! Yet alone doors." Finally, they had arrived to get her out. The two boys in her three man mission squad had gotten out of their cells, and come to get her out too.
"Whats wrong Roary?" One with ragged cyan hair asked her.
"Aren't you excited to be finally going home?"
She just noticed shed been crying. Just the thought of home and safety was what she would wake up to every day.
"Iketsu, do you have the map?" The other male said. He was taller than her and Iketsu, with shorter brown hair. He wore Thick gray pants with kneepads on each leg. On his chest he wore a leather brassard, with thin silver chain mail below it.
"Can you just slow down one moment Kuzma?" Iketsu replied.
"We still have to get our weapons back, now dont we?"
Iketsu wore the same thing as Kuzma. The only difference was he had a lower face mask hanging below his neck. When he turned to leave, he secured it on his face, and slipped on a pair of gloves.
Throughout the long halls of the Ogre prison, there were door after door of identical prison blocks. They weren't marked by anything, so it made every hall look the same.
"Where are all of the guards we always see crawling all over the place?" Roary asked. There were usually about 10 prison guards on each floor of the tall building at the southern edge of the city.
"Let us just say they are all taking a nap- a very long nap." Iketsu playfully replied.
The straight rows of cell blocks kept on going and going, until they finally reached a door at the very end of the maze. Kuzma kicked the door open, and held it for the other two to enter. Inside was a large room stocked with racks and racks of weapons. In the far north-east corner it was caged off. In four different languages, including the one the ninja could understand, it read confiscated- no entry permitted.
"Just lovely!" Kuzma grunted, and started repeatedly pounding on the entry door with his feet. After nearly 10 minutes of repeated pounding, he took a step back, and started making multiple hand signs.
"Steel Fist Jutsu!" He cried. His right hand started to grow. It then began to turn into a deep silver, and his forearm soon fallowed.
He then thrust his hand at, and through, the caged door. He then renched it out, and thrust it through four more times, until the door fell silently down, creating an entrance.
"Wow, was it really that hard to knock down?" Iketsu asked, with half a smile cracked on his face. He then stepped over the destroyed door, and into the small armory of confiscated weapons.
all for now
hopefully I will keep writing tomorrow!
Life through her eyes- the long road home.
The hope of seeing her beloved home flooded her mind with joy. She remembered it clearly as newly polished glass- the tiny straw roofed houses of her home village of Lynx Pass, the endless green hills covered in dandelions- but most of all, the man she wanted to be with the rest of her life.
Reality seemed to return in an instand to the steady rhythm of poundings on the door near her cave-like cell. The prison block she was held in was only dimly illuminated by a single torch by the entrance. The cells were merely big enough to hold three people, and where like the remains of a sphere cut into four. The entrance was tall, and the farther back you were the less standing space was available. The doors were made of the bones of the dead. She had seen people try to knock them down by throwing their full weight into it, but to no avail.
Thinking of all of this made her think how desperate their situation was. Captured by Ogres and sent deep into their uncharted- and incredibly deadly country. They were as far north as anyone knew. Beyond here was merely miles of mountains- which nothing has returned alive from.
Suddenly the pounding on the door ceased, only to be replaced by the sound of shattering wood.
"I have no clue how these dumb beast can make doors this strong! Yet alone doors." Finally, they had arrived to get her out. The two boys in her three man mission squad had gotten out of their cells, and come to get her out too.
"Whats wrong Roary?" One with ragged cyan hair asked her.
"Aren't you excited to be finally going home?"
She just noticed shed been crying. Just the thought of home and safety was what she would wake up to every day.
"Iketsu, do you have the map?" The other male said. He was taller than her and Iketsu, with shorter brown hair. He wore Thick gray pants with kneepads on each leg. On his chest he wore a leather brassard, with thin silver chain mail below it.
"Can you just slow down one moment Kuzma?" Iketsu replied.
"We still have to get our weapons back, now dont we?"
Iketsu wore the same thing as Kuzma. The only difference was he had a lower face mask hanging below his neck. When he turned to leave, he secured it on his face, and slipped on a pair of gloves.
Throughout the long halls of the Ogre prison, there were door after door of identical prison blocks. They weren't marked by anything, so it made every hall look the same.
"Where are all of the guards we always see crawling all over the place?" Roary asked. There were usually about 10 prison guards on each floor of the tall building at the southern edge of the city.
"Let us just say they are all taking a nap- a very long nap." Iketsu playfully replied.
The straight rows of cell blocks kept on going and going, until they finally reached a door at the very end of the maze. Kuzma kicked the door open, and held it for the other two to enter. Inside was a large room stocked with racks and racks of weapons. In the far north-east corner it was caged off. In four different languages, including the one the ninja could understand, it read confiscated- no entry permitted.
"Just lovely!" Kuzma grunted, and started repeatedly pounding on the entry door with his feet. After nearly 10 minutes of repeated pounding, he took a step back, and started making multiple hand signs.
"Steel Fist Jutsu!" He cried. His right hand started to grow. It then began to turn into a deep silver, and his forearm soon fallowed.
He then thrust his hand at, and through, the caged door. He then renched it out, and thrust it through four more times, until the door fell silently down, creating an entrance.
"Wow, was it really that hard to knock down?" Iketsu asked, with half a smile cracked on his face. He then stepped over the destroyed door, and into the small armory of confiscated weapons.
all for now
hopefully I will keep writing tomorrow!