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Posted on July 29, 2007 @ 4:04 am
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this story will be important in the future but i got bored of dragons and took a break to try this. i think it failed but here i could use a second opinion (ps i didn't really proofread it much also i know the names are gay ill probably change them later):
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| a bit o' dragon crap |
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Posted on June 09, 2007 @ 12:17 am
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The human body confounded and entranced Krad to the point of obsession. With the opening of every body, he found himself staring into a miraculous puzzle of organs and wiry veins waiting to be solved. The smell didn’t bother him, the gore didn’t bother him; just wiggling his long, tapered claws into the enigma filled him with an unmatched happiness.
He lifted his prey’s heart to the tip of his beak and sniffed. This woman had been quiet in her demise, perhaps because he’d cut her so quickly she hadn’t the chance to scream. It took a sneak, a strike of his tail, and a finalizing thrust through her ribs before she faded away in a pool of blood, noiseless and defeated.
She had a smaller heart, he noticed. Not a lot of people had hearts so tiny. Through his own haphazard, self-concluded science, he postulated that people with smaller hearts were more timid and less inclined to fight back. Maybe that was why she didn’t scream. He combed through the remaining organs and poked at a collapsed lung in bewilderment.
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| quick update |
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Posted on June 06, 2007 @ 2:47 am
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I'm still writing shit, I swear. Here's proof! Unedited, sloppy, terrible proof!
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| Two paragraphs |
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Posted on May 28, 2007 @ 5:42 am
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The sea churned in a vacant rage, and the sailor stared out into it. Rumor had it that this part of the sea was the coldest, perhaps even the loneliest water in all the world. Each wave moaned its own eulogy, lamenting the distance that separated it from warm, welcoming land. These waters ran the deepest, the darkest, and contained malformed creatures that no other part of the ocean had shade enough to nurture. Some found it frightening, the thought of what exactly lurked down there. Perhaps an animal larger than an entire ship, or a pestilent swarm of tiny monsters capable of chewing bone to dust. In either case, the crew of the trade ship was convinced that, in places as fathomless and aphotic as this, something monstrous waited.
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| A Little About Asule |
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Posted on May 28, 2007 @ 2:10 am
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When the Elaconis split into their two factions--the pacifists (Erulaga) and the human-killing-jerk-things (Klandinstek)--leaders had to be appointed. Though Asule wasn't the true leader of the Erulaga, she was more or less the main authoritative body. The dragon they considered the "official" leader (Darsilyg, who was incidentally the first dragon) was too timid to command a whole section of dragons. Asule, being Darsilyg's closest follower, simply translated the old dragon's wishes and used her sense of authority to give them power.
Those markings on her tail--also present on Zech, the goat-looking dragon--indicate her as a follower of Darsilyg. Any Elaconi bearing these marks was an assured confidant of the Erulaga.
But as the war drew out, Darsilyg lost his faith in the Erulaga. Perhaps not his faith in them, per se, but in his stance entirely. Though he began as a steadfast pacifist, he began to grow disillusioned with the idea. Yet he couldn't bring himself to condone killing. He ran away to a deep forest somewhere in the northern hemisphere with another dragon and rooted himself to the earth, trying his hardest to communicate with it. Decades later, Darsilyg had become a tree, and Asule didn't have him to assure her anymore.
(A tree. Laugh, get it out of your system.)
She lost her faith in peace as well. Over the course of several years, dragons kept diminishing, and she didn't have the nerve to command the survivors. Soon, she also disappeared (along with the other major players in the Erulaga), and the faction was dead.
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| Pyajua (Part 2) |
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Posted on May 28, 2007 @ 1:38 am
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Boo word limit >:(
When we last left our villain, he was going to be on The Tonight Show, but instead he got hit by a bus. Then he joined a rock band, and then he posted some illustrations to compliment the story.
The little nametags should make it obvious which is which.
Orius is only mentioned in passing, but here's what he looks like just for the sake of show and tell:
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| Pyajua (Part 1) |
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Posted on May 28, 2007 @ 1:33 am
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Here's a secret: I'm writing a novel! Is it going to suck? I hope not, but we'll find out, I guess! I'm optimistic but my spider sense is telling me that I'm missing some fatal flaw that will deem the whole thing a waste of time. I'm not trying to rag on it or anything; I know it'll be impossible for people to like what I write if I myself rebuke it. But I'm the self-critical type I guess.
ANYWAYS, in order to make any sense of this, I'm going to have to give a little synopsis (which totally defeats the purpose of arranging the chapters out of chronological order but screw you guys). I hate giving these things because it makes everything sound retarded, but if I don't then everyone's just going to be lost and this will be unreadable.
The story centers around the Elaconis (the etymology of the word "dragon" betrayed the nature of this interpretation), a species created directly by the earth--a conscious, living thing in this series--for the purpose of monitoring and limiting the population and activities of all the other animals. These creatures, though impervious to genetic damage and therefore age, have the ability to endure the harshest weather conditions and adapt their bodies over time to suit any habitat. They share a common trait with humans in that they're not all on the same level of things: some are small, some are strong, some are huge, some are weak; stupid, intelligent, etc. In fact, mentally, they have quite similar ways of going about things as humans, though they're definitely more powerful on the whole.
In spite of this power, nature established a limitation: the dragons cannot reproduce sexually. In order to procreate, they must visit these bubbling pool things that the planet births dragons from. It takes three Elaconis to commission a whelp, and that commission can be denied at the planet's discretion.
An incident regarding the murder of one dragon sparked a war amongst dragon and man. Unlike other wars, however, this was quiet, and each major battle proved relatively isolated (save for a few which erupted into massive conflicts). Elaconis and humans only fought enough for the dragons to be regarded as superstition by some and fact by others. Nevertheless, the incidents occurred all over the globe.
The death toll never exceeded more than a few thousand globally. Over the course of the war, only fifty-two dragons were slain. It may not seem like an important number at first, but during the lifespan of the species, only fifty-three dragons were ever born.
Common sense would have told them to just commission more dragons, right? If it were that easy, it would have never been a problem. But somewhere during the early phases of the war, the planet refused all commissions and left the Elaconis in a very disagreeable position. Over the chapters preceding this one, it's revealed that the murdered dragon that started the war wasn't killed by humans, but rather by another dragon. His belief was that the Elaconis had grown too lax and allowed humans to develop more than they should have. Medicine and technology allowed them to circumvent natural selection, and he found this to be somewhat insulting to their purpose. Yet he was the only one who thought action should be taken. Almost all the others believed in pacifism and, to his understanding, abandoning their cause. He murdered a single dragon, and that one death inspired the quiet war.
But a division occurred within the species. Some of them believed so strongly in their pacifism that they sought to end the war through manipulation and reasoning. Others took to violence, killing any human that crossed their paths--some for vengeance, others for delight. The traitor amongst them realized that the pacifists, should they have their way, would contradict his efforts. He knew that, in order for his plan to succeed, he had to kill any dragon that opposed the perpetuation of the war.
So he befriended packets of humans all over the world, claiming that he was a generous soul looking to expunge the rest of his murderous species. Using vituperation and his acuity in debate, he employed them to help kill the other dragons. And up until this point of this particular year (the year in which this story takes place), he succeeded. But, as stated previously, only one dragon survives, and it is not him.
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| HELLO JOURNAL |
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Posted on May 28, 2007 @ 12:32 am
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I'm not big on posting in these here blog contraptions because I realize that they make every post seem whiny and/or inconsequential. But with space shield being desolate and having a relatively empty basket of people to read what I write, I figure this will bring about some chance of getting at least some feedback. Yeah, yeah, I could go to a writing community or something and throw myself to the wolves, but I really just need some place to put my scraps. Character information, concepts, those dingy little illustration I'm so inclined to do. Being a creative hermit sucks; sometimes you just need a little bit of attention, even if you normally hate it.
I won't say I'll never post any fanfiction because hey, you never know, sometimes you feel inspired to massacre someone else's work. Fanfiction may be the devil when pursued exclusively, but every once in a while it feels good to write as other people's characters. Sometimes it feels good to tie up the loose ends that would make a flawed series good.
Some people have really impressive minds for writing. There's a couple people who would make terrific writers on the whole, it's just that they submit themselves entirely to fanfiction (or roleplaying on AOL) and effectively waste that enormous potential. Even worse than writing nothing but fanfiction is the complete devotion to yaoi fanfiction (which I adamantly label the antichrist of creative writing). But if people do it for fun then c'est la vie! I don't have a problem with people getting their kicks.
And yes, I've had an LJ in the past, but I abandoned that in favor or a new identity for the same reasons mien furher (not Hitler I swear) did: I don't wanna be monitored by the select people who like to keep their eyes on their enemies.
P.S.: I'd like to think I'm not too terrible at this, but if there's something that's rather bad just don't try to flame me into oblivion. I could be doing worse. I could be authoring Pikachu x Billy Corgan slash, and Billy could be singing during it.
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