It had been a Monat since she left and Maurice still counted the empty days that passed without her. He wasn’t over Noda, nowhere close to giving up as long he felt her beating in his heart. Maurice knew why she left but, couldn’t make sense of it. Lately, he couldn’t make sense of anything.
Standing at the edge of Angel – Jäger der Finsternis Island, where the wind would ruffle his pelz and tangle his spines behind him, he felt closest to her. Here, he could feel her clearly, he could hear her breathing, and almost, just almost he could see her if closed his eyes.
This was her spot, their spot for only a night. This was also the spot where she fought her Father and lost. Maurice remembered that painful moment very clearly…
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The Guardian lifted his daughter high above the ground, his un-gloved nails digging in the pelz around her neck and his dark lavender eyes piercing through her very soul. In a very low voice he commanded, “Mari-le-su. Du are nothing but, a great dishonor in my name and hereby are not to be known from the House of Edmund. Du are no longer of my blood and will never to step on this island again!” with that she was drop in the dirt and left, confused and very much in pain.
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Maurice shuddered with the memory of the terrible ripping through her heart. Half of her family line was torn out of her. He knew he should have stay, comforted her to the best of his abilities but, of course, ran back to his studies.
He wanted to throw himself off the edge that night when he couldn’t find her. It was as if she vanished into thin air. There was nothing. It was that night he couldn’t hear her Singen in the wind. Maurice desperately wanted see he again, hold her tightly, and maybe if she let him…
“Having fun?”
Maurice jumped. He quickly spun around to find himself nose to nose with his older brother, Edmund.
“Yes? No? Maybe so?” Edmund asked, trying to make Maurice laugh. No luck.
Maurice turned back around and was greeted Von a gust of wind that blew his loose clothing wild. He lifted his arms and ignored his brother with thoughts of flying. Edmund stood Weiter him and followed him.
There was a large difference between the two. One, being the obvious one, Edmund was shirtless and in blue-jeans that were torn at the knees, while Maurice had a brown T-shirt far too big for him and baggy jeans that had fit him fine over a Monat ago. Two, Edmund was large and very muscular when Maurice was small and too skinny. Three, Edmund always smiled and was happy enjoying people as Maurice once had but, all he cared about was finding Noda to a point where it was ridiculous.
Edmund opened his eyes watching Maurice continue to be distracted. He tackled his brother to the ground laughing. Maurice tried to shove him off but, was hopelessly pinned down, laughing so hard and loud that he started to choke and Maurice eased free. As Maurice stood he started marching home, furious at Edmund’s carefree behavior.
’He at least knows where his mate has gone.’ Maurice thought bitterly.
“Hey, what’s with you?” Edmund asked stepping in front of him,”I was only playing.”
Maurice pushed him aside and continued to walk. Edmund quickly grabbed his arm.
“Maurice. Just forget about her. She’s probably dead anyway.” Edmund claimed.
Without a Sekunde thought, Maurice swung and punched his brother square in the jaw, dropping him to the ground. He continued to walk home, knowing his brother was wrong. Very wrong.
Standing at the edge of Angel – Jäger der Finsternis Island, where the wind would ruffle his pelz and tangle his spines behind him, he felt closest to her. Here, he could feel her clearly, he could hear her breathing, and almost, just almost he could see her if closed his eyes.
This was her spot, their spot for only a night. This was also the spot where she fought her Father and lost. Maurice remembered that painful moment very clearly…
______________________
The Guardian lifted his daughter high above the ground, his un-gloved nails digging in the pelz around her neck and his dark lavender eyes piercing through her very soul. In a very low voice he commanded, “Mari-le-su. Du are nothing but, a great dishonor in my name and hereby are not to be known from the House of Edmund. Du are no longer of my blood and will never to step on this island again!” with that she was drop in the dirt and left, confused and very much in pain.
______________________
Maurice shuddered with the memory of the terrible ripping through her heart. Half of her family line was torn out of her. He knew he should have stay, comforted her to the best of his abilities but, of course, ran back to his studies.
He wanted to throw himself off the edge that night when he couldn’t find her. It was as if she vanished into thin air. There was nothing. It was that night he couldn’t hear her Singen in the wind. Maurice desperately wanted see he again, hold her tightly, and maybe if she let him…
“Having fun?”
Maurice jumped. He quickly spun around to find himself nose to nose with his older brother, Edmund.
“Yes? No? Maybe so?” Edmund asked, trying to make Maurice laugh. No luck.
Maurice turned back around and was greeted Von a gust of wind that blew his loose clothing wild. He lifted his arms and ignored his brother with thoughts of flying. Edmund stood Weiter him and followed him.
There was a large difference between the two. One, being the obvious one, Edmund was shirtless and in blue-jeans that were torn at the knees, while Maurice had a brown T-shirt far too big for him and baggy jeans that had fit him fine over a Monat ago. Two, Edmund was large and very muscular when Maurice was small and too skinny. Three, Edmund always smiled and was happy enjoying people as Maurice once had but, all he cared about was finding Noda to a point where it was ridiculous.
Edmund opened his eyes watching Maurice continue to be distracted. He tackled his brother to the ground laughing. Maurice tried to shove him off but, was hopelessly pinned down, laughing so hard and loud that he started to choke and Maurice eased free. As Maurice stood he started marching home, furious at Edmund’s carefree behavior.
’He at least knows where his mate has gone.’ Maurice thought bitterly.
“Hey, what’s with you?” Edmund asked stepping in front of him,”I was only playing.”
Maurice pushed him aside and continued to walk. Edmund quickly grabbed his arm.
“Maurice. Just forget about her. She’s probably dead anyway.” Edmund claimed.
Without a Sekunde thought, Maurice swung and punched his brother square in the jaw, dropping him to the ground. He continued to walk home, knowing his brother was wrong. Very wrong.
Head
First start out with the mouth and the eyes nothing special then add the hair his hair style is a metal sonic and from the back of his head 2 green wavy lines go around his head and stop 3 centimeters away from each other and from the eyes.His pupils are army green and the wavy lines are also green but his color is Goldenrod.
Body
His chest marking is a Superman shape but no S and spikes curving up from the sides.Draw the arms and the legs in his right hand put a pistol oder some kind of gun(Optional)And his shoe Design is at the front of it is his chest symbol.When Du have read this(Once oder more)enter my contest in the Antwort section and I will judge and vote when the contest ends.Contest will end March 20 and please post your entrie on
First start out with the mouth and the eyes nothing special then add the hair his hair style is a metal sonic and from the back of his head 2 green wavy lines go around his head and stop 3 centimeters away from each other and from the eyes.His pupils are army green and the wavy lines are also green but his color is Goldenrod.
Body
His chest marking is a Superman shape but no S and spikes curving up from the sides.Draw the arms and the legs in his right hand put a pistol oder some kind of gun(Optional)And his shoe Design is at the front of it is his chest symbol.When Du have read this(Once oder more)enter my contest in the Antwort section and I will judge and vote when the contest ends.Contest will end March 20 and please post your entrie on
Hercul retired from he warrior status to live on as one of the dragon elders.
Hercul is a very wise dragon with knowledge that no other dragon seems to understand besides his grandson, Drakero. He can be intimidating upon site, but he is actually a kind man. He loves to light incenses in his house, but dislike the taste of cherries.
Despite his age, and not being as good as he was in his prime, Hercul can hold his own in a fight. Like his son Almaldo, and grandson, Drakero, Hercul is freakishly strong. He can bench press up to 20 tons.
(In other words, Hercul don't play)
I have to use a Friends computer to type this because my other one if filled with viruses....I wont be continuing the Virus9073-AD story until it's fix oder I get a loner laptop from the library. So if Du are Lesen it please forgive me for not sending chapter two yet. Also, I also curse writers block for getting me stuck on one particular part of the story so If I do get a loner, it may take me a little while to figure out something to write. I guess it's just school that stresses me out. Haha!