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  • Mood: Artistic
  • Listening to: Hollywood Undead
  • Reading: Stephen King's "On Writing"
  • Watching: Skyrim Mods of the Week
  • Playing: Errr, the last thing I played was Skyrim. (duh.)
  • Eating: Kettle corn. (my favorite snack of all time.)
  • Drinking: Teaaaaaaaaaa.
So I was bored on the way home from vacation and started a violent little mini-story with no real pretense or explanation. Hope you enjoy! xD

    NOTE: This is fairly violent and there is gore (but no guts or anything like that; though there is a bit of pseudo-cannibalism when the main dude bites a chunk of flesh from a baddy...)

Anyway. So yeah. ^.^








                Trevor and Alexia ran through the thick woods, their breath puffing out in smokelike wisps in the brisk night air. They'd been chased here for obvious reason: The Hunters knew these woods, and could traverse the tall evergreens much faster than two teenagers running on foot. Not to mention Trevor and Alexia had been running for what seemed like ages. They had almost been captured twice; pure luck had kept them alive. Trevor wasn't sure how lucky they would be the next time.

                 An arrow whizzed past Alexia's thigh, narrowly missing. She shrieked and tripped over an upraised tree root, sending her flying a few feet ahead into a slumped mass.

                "Alexia!" Trevor cried, stopping abruptly.

                He barely heard the arrow slam into his back, its tip clearly poking through his chest, his shirt bulging where it came out the other side. Blood began to flow, seeping from the wound like a river, and Trevor collapsed. Alexia screamed, scrambling to Trevor's quivering form.

                A rustle in the leaves above them told Alexia she had no more time. Looking down at Trevor, knowing she had to do the one thing she promised him she would never do, she saw him smile. Then he nodded, closing his eyes, his breathing already beginning to fade. Alexia's face streamed with tears, and she clamped her mouth down on his neck, injecting the venom that would turn him into an undead abomination. Forever.

                Trevor's body didn't move. Alexia waited, seconds passing by, until a Hunter jumped off of a branch above them, landing mere inches away from Alexia before seizing her, a knife to her throat. She could not fight him off in her current state - Alexia had not fed in days. Her strength had vanished now, used up during the chase, and she knew that if Trevor did not awaken soon, they would both be killed.

                The Hunter was surprisingly strong for his small, sinewy build, and resisted all of Alexia's struggles, taking multiple kicks and scratches.

                "Stay still, you little bitch! Let's wait and see if your friend here even survives the process. It'll give us something to pass the time 'til the others get here," he said, forcing her head in Trevor's direction.

                A choking, gurgling sound emanated from Trevor. His eyes snapped open, a dark, bloodred color taking them over before they shut once again from the pain. His back arched to an almost unnatural degree, and pain racked his body, his arms and legs flailing. He cried out, blood seeping from his mouth. Giving one last choking cry, he became still.

                The Hunter laughed, loosening his grip on the mortified Alexia. He lowered the knife just barely enough for her to attempt an escape, elbowing him in the chest. The Hunter stammered, swayed for only a moment, then slammed a fist into her chin and knocked her out cold. Her unconscious body fell to the ground.

                "Thank you for that."

                The Hunter swung around. Trevor was standing there, the arrow still bulging from beneath his shirt. However, the blood was gone. The process had forced it back into his body. The Hunter's eyes bulged and he backed away, holding his hands out. His mouth moved, but no words came out.

                "Don't want her to see what happens next, do we?" Trevor said, ignoring the man's obvious fear, his red eyes flashing brilliantly in the moonlight. He smiled as fangs emerged over his bottom lip. In a single tigerlike movement, those fangs ripped into and tore out the Hunter's throat, crimson blood spurting onto Trevor's clothing. He licked it up, feeling the strength of the night pouring into him like wine into an empty goblet. He felt amazing. His limbs had never been more elastic, his muscles never so honed. His sense of smell intensified, enough to know that there were two more Hunters positioned upwind.

                Then he felt it. A savage hunger overtook him as he listened to his prey. He could hear their heartbeats, sense their pulses. He could almost feel their jugular veins bursting within his mouth. The feeling was impossible to resist.

                He needed more.

                Trevor reached a hand toward his chest, gripping the end of the arrow and wrenching it from his chest with a sickening ripping sound. The wound sealed quickly, releasing not a single drop of blood.

                "You wanted a vampire? Come and get one!" Trevor roared, a fanged smile plastered to his face, to which the Hunters replied with a volley of arrows. Trevor regarded them with pity, his supernatural reflexes practically slowing down time. He swooped from one to the other, snapping them in half with a simple chop of his hand.

                "You'll have to do better than that! Or perhaps I should come to you?" he taunted.

                The few moments of silence that followed told Trevor he would indeed be going to them. He launched from the ground directly toward one of them, who frantically tried to climb down the tree he was positioned on. Trevor laughed, spinning in midair and extending a foot, catching the Hunter in the face and sending him slamming into the tree's trunk, his barely-unsheathed sword clattering to the ground below. Trevor landed nimbly on the branch, his pace catlike and deliberate. He had already developed a love for the hunt.

                The Hunter was slumped against the trunk, paralyzed either by fear or a broken spine. Trevor didn't care - The body was worthless. He lifted the man by his neck, biting into its side and removing a chunk of his flesh which he spit to the side. A fountain of blood emerged from the immense wound, but he only got a taste before an arrow thumped into his shoulder, forcing him to drop the corpse. It fell, slamming into tree branches and cracking a notable number of bones before finally landing on the ground.

                Trevor looked directly at the archer, absentmindedly pulling the arrow from his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes, then took off, jumping into the air, off of a tree, and toward the man. The archer jumped down to the branch below, narrowly avoiding Trevor, who splintered the tree where he impacted it. He shook himself off and tore a narrow, sturdy branch from the tree. After doing so he slipped his feet off, hooked them over the branch, and swung downward, impaling the archer through the heart with the branch.

                Still hanging from the branch, Trevor lifted the body up, drinking deeply from the wound he had created. Crimson blood flowed outward too quickly for Trevor to get all at once, and it seeped downward to the ground below, saturating the moss and exposed tree roots.

                That had been the last of the pursuing Hunters. Trevor, having drank his fill, attended to Alexia, jumping from the tree branch to her side. As he did so, she awoke, opening her eyes slowly. She took in the scene, as well as Trevor's blood-covered face and red eyes, and realized instantly what had just happened.

                What have I done? She thought, staring at Trevor's smiling face.












I wasn't very happy with the ending, but I don't wanna work on it right now and I feel like it's good enough. I may change it up later or add some sort of ACTUAL beginning, though.
  • Mood: Artistic
  • Listening to: Lifehouse
  • Reading: Stephen King's "On Writing"
  • Watching: Criminal Minds
  • Playing: Errr, the last thing I played was Skyrim (duh)
  • Eating: Still hungry.
  • Drinking: I had eggnog earlier. Nothing much.
Working on an inkling of an idea for a fantasy story. I haven't worked on a just-fantasy story... Ever, really. So cut me some slack if it seems like it'll be shitty.

This isn't actually the story, but it is ideas and info concerning it.



Main Races of Untitled



Humans
Obviously quite standard, come in all shapes, skintones, and sizes. Varying specialties and weaknesses.


Pure Elves (commonly referred to as just Elves)
Most often considered extremely beautiful in appearance; most are vain, arrogant, and self-centered. They care nothing for humans or other species (and consider spinoffs of their own race to be beneath them to the point of enslaving some of them)
Elves are almost always blonde, and can have goldish, olive-green, or light blue. Their skin never darkens beyond the purest of caucasians.
Elves are most notable for their expertise in almost all forms of magic, as well as their skill with swords. They have their own style of swordfighting, known only by them.


Forest Elves
A race of elves that, following their name, inhabit a large forest called ----. They look similar to Pure Elves, but have tan or sandy-colored hair, and their eyes are normally one of the many shades of green. Their skincolor is normally extremely pale, due to most of their time being spent underneath the canopy of their home-forest, but they tan and sunburn very easily. They are normally a lighthearted and cheerful people.
Forest Elves are known for their mastery of the bow and arrow, and their ability to tame and partner with any forest-or-grassland animal they come across (with varying degrees of success).


Frost Elves
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  • Mood: I Have To Pee
  • Listening to: Avenged Sevenfold, Rev Theory, Shinedown
  • Reading: Idfk
  • Watching: Some anime and stuff. Which I have yet to find.
  • Playing: BioShock (EEEEEEEEEE
  • Eating: Nothing. I'msohungry. x_x
  • Drinking: I had sweet tea earlier. Nothing much.
Got kicked off of the computer. Not sure how long.


Cya. x_x
  • Mood: I Have To Pee
  • Listening to: Avenged Sevenfold, Rev Theory, Shinedown
  • Reading: Idfk
  • Watching: Some anime and stuff. Which I have yet to find.
  • Playing: BioShock (EEEEEEEEEE
  • Eating: Nothing. I'msohungry. x_x
  • Drinking: I had sweet tea earlier. Nothing much.
Rules:
You must post these rules
Each person has to share 10 things about them
Answer the 10 questions asked to you and invent 10 questions the people you tag will have to answer
You MUST make a journal entry

Questions I ask you:

1. What was your first memory that you can recall?

Staying in the condos that my dad owned when I was very young. One of my favorite uncles dying while we were owning them.

2. What did you first think a Red Panda was? Pand or red raccoon?

.... A fox. I first saw a picture of one and thought it was a fox of some sort.

3. Top ten favorite songs?

Uh. Lemme see.

I'll edit this in at some point. Too tired right now. x_x

4. How do you specifically take a bath or shower? What do you pretend to be, precisely? Yes, that's a personal question. Answer as you choose to.

.... I take my showers by first shampooing, then conditioning, then cleaning my face, and then my body. And I don't pretend I'm anything, because I'm not a child. o.o Although I do play music and sing along every time.

5. What is your favorite belonging?

... A pocket knife my dad bought for me at a Gun and Knife Show.

6. Favorite past times?

7. Opinion on werewolves?

When portrayed correctly, really badass. Otherwise, Twilight-esque werewolves can go and suck a fat one.

8. When in the bathroom, do you fold your toilet paper or crumple it?

Crumple. Who the fuck is orderly enough to fold it?

9. What is the basic color of your wardrobe?

Greys and greyish-blues. Though when I'm not being fancy I employ a wide range of vibrant colors such as lime green and reddish-orange.

10. Your tops talents?


First of all, top*.


Next, I'm apparently an insanely skilled runner. I've seen video of me running. Not joking, I'm pretty graceful, and I can outpace a seasoned marathon runner for maybe four miles. From then I just keep up. ;)


I'm pretty good at math, though my skill is slowly dwindling, and science is something I constantly find myself infatuated with.


I'm skilled in writing and grammar, though I don't know how, as all of my teachers thus far have been retarded.
  • Mood: Artistic
  • Listening to: Hollywood Undead
  • Reading: Stephen King's "On Writing"
  • Watching: Skyrim Mods of the Week
  • Playing: Errr, the last thing I played was Skyrim. (duh.)
  • Eating: Kettle corn. (my favorite snack of all time.)
  • Drinking: Teaaaaaaaaaa.
So I was bored on the way home from vacation and started a violent little mini-story with no real pretense or explanation. Hope you enjoy! xD

    NOTE: This is fairly violent and there is gore (but no guts or anything like that; though there is a bit of pseudo-cannibalism when the main dude bites a chunk of flesh from a baddy...)

Anyway. So yeah. ^.^








                Trevor and Alexia ran through the thick woods, their breath puffing out in smokelike wisps in the brisk night air. They'd been chased here for obvious reason: The Hunters knew these woods, and could traverse the tall evergreens much faster than two teenagers running on foot. Not to mention Trevor and Alexia had been running for what seemed like ages. They had almost been captured twice; pure luck had kept them alive. Trevor wasn't sure how lucky they would be the next time.

                 An arrow whizzed past Alexia's thigh, narrowly missing. She shrieked and tripped over an upraised tree root, sending her flying a few feet ahead into a slumped mass.

                "Alexia!" Trevor cried, stopping abruptly.

                He barely heard the arrow slam into his back, its tip clearly poking through his chest, his shirt bulging where it came out the other side. Blood began to flow, seeping from the wound like a river, and Trevor collapsed. Alexia screamed, scrambling to Trevor's quivering form.

                A rustle in the leaves above them told Alexia she had no more time. Looking down at Trevor, knowing she had to do the one thing she promised him she would never do, she saw him smile. Then he nodded, closing his eyes, his breathing already beginning to fade. Alexia's face streamed with tears, and she clamped her mouth down on his neck, injecting the venom that would turn him into an undead abomination. Forever.

                Trevor's body didn't move. Alexia waited, seconds passing by, until a Hunter jumped off of a branch above them, landing mere inches away from Alexia before seizing her, a knife to her throat. She could not fight him off in her current state - Alexia had not fed in days. Her strength had vanished now, used up during the chase, and she knew that if Trevor did not awaken soon, they would both be killed.

                The Hunter was surprisingly strong for his small, sinewy build, and resisted all of Alexia's struggles, taking multiple kicks and scratches.

                "Stay still, you little bitch! Let's wait and see if your friend here even survives the process. It'll give us something to pass the time 'til the others get here," he said, forcing her head in Trevor's direction.

                A choking, gurgling sound emanated from Trevor. His eyes snapped open, a dark, bloodred color taking them over before they shut once again from the pain. His back arched to an almost unnatural degree, and pain racked his body, his arms and legs flailing. He cried out, blood seeping from his mouth. Giving one last choking cry, he became still.

                The Hunter laughed, loosening his grip on the mortified Alexia. He lowered the knife just barely enough for her to attempt an escape, elbowing him in the chest. The Hunter stammered, swayed for only a moment, then slammed a fist into her chin and knocked her out cold. Her unconscious body fell to the ground.

                "Thank you for that."

                The Hunter swung around. Trevor was standing there, the arrow still bulging from beneath his shirt. However, the blood was gone. The process had forced it back into his body. The Hunter's eyes bulged and he backed away, holding his hands out. His mouth moved, but no words came out.

                "Don't want her to see what happens next, do we?" Trevor said, ignoring the man's obvious fear, his red eyes flashing brilliantly in the moonlight. He smiled as fangs emerged over his bottom lip. In a single tigerlike movement, those fangs ripped into and tore out the Hunter's throat, crimson blood spurting onto Trevor's clothing. He licked it up, feeling the strength of the night pouring into him like wine into an empty goblet. He felt amazing. His limbs had never been more elastic, his muscles never so honed. His sense of smell intensified, enough to know that there were two more Hunters positioned upwind.

                Then he felt it. A savage hunger overtook him as he listened to his prey. He could hear their heartbeats, sense their pulses. He could almost feel their jugular veins bursting within his mouth. The feeling was impossible to resist.

                He needed more.

                Trevor reached a hand toward his chest, gripping the end of the arrow and wrenching it from his chest with a sickening ripping sound. The wound sealed quickly, releasing not a single drop of blood.

                "You wanted a vampire? Come and get one!" Trevor roared, a fanged smile plastered to his face, to which the Hunters replied with a volley of arrows. Trevor regarded them with pity, his supernatural reflexes practically slowing down time. He swooped from one to the other, snapping them in half with a simple chop of his hand.

                "You'll have to do better than that! Or perhaps I should come to you?" he taunted.

                The few moments of silence that followed told Trevor he would indeed be going to them. He launched from the ground directly toward one of them, who frantically tried to climb down the tree he was positioned on. Trevor laughed, spinning in midair and extending a foot, catching the Hunter in the face and sending him slamming into the tree's trunk, his barely-unsheathed sword clattering to the ground below. Trevor landed nimbly on the branch, his pace catlike and deliberate. He had already developed a love for the hunt.

                The Hunter was slumped against the trunk, paralyzed either by fear or a broken spine. Trevor didn't care - The body was worthless. He lifted the man by his neck, biting into its side and removing a chunk of his flesh which he spit to the side. A fountain of blood emerged from the immense wound, but he only got a taste before an arrow thumped into his shoulder, forcing him to drop the corpse. It fell, slamming into tree branches and cracking a notable number of bones before finally landing on the ground.

                Trevor looked directly at the archer, absentmindedly pulling the arrow from his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes, then took off, jumping into the air, off of a tree, and toward the man. The archer jumped down to the branch below, narrowly avoiding Trevor, who splintered the tree where he impacted it. He shook himself off and tore a narrow, sturdy branch from the tree. After doing so he slipped his feet off, hooked them over the branch, and swung downward, impaling the archer through the heart with the branch.

                Still hanging from the branch, Trevor lifted the body up, drinking deeply from the wound he had created. Crimson blood flowed outward too quickly for Trevor to get all at once, and it seeped downward to the ground below, saturating the moss and exposed tree roots.

                That had been the last of the pursuing Hunters. Trevor, having drank his fill, attended to Alexia, jumping from the tree branch to her side. As he did so, she awoke, opening her eyes slowly. She took in the scene, as well as Trevor's blood-covered face and red eyes, and realized instantly what had just happened.

                What have I done? She thought, staring at Trevor's smiling face.












I wasn't very happy with the ending, but I don't wanna work on it right now and I feel like it's good enough. I may change it up later or add some sort of ACTUAL beginning, though.

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shits on your page so it stinks
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gasps nathan
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don't gasp at me
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well i am what are you gonna do about it hm
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probably nothing because i'm too tired.
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tranquiI Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
happy bday lad.
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Happy Birthday <33333333333333333333
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ew its u >(((
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hihi nathan uvu
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Hi lauren. Wazzaaaaaap.
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