A Note From the Administration::: Yes, there is discussion about making a new forum and a deviantART club. If this does happen, all role-plays, all posts (other than any spam/chat threads, which are pretty unneccesary) and such will be backed up by Lor, though it is recommended that you back up your posts on your own, too. PMs will be lost and such, though. If a new board is made, your post count and your Karma /should/ be restored. That's just about it for now. Thank you.
25th of April, 2009 | | I figured I'd post an update. I changed the Admin note, since the other one was old, and because the Admin who posted it isn't really Admin anymore. Also, I just wanted to have any clarifications on teh whole moving thing be updated. I'm wondering about our freewebs... CHanging the codes on like every page has gotten really annoying to Ghost and I; we need to learn how to make codes global so we don't have to update each and every page. Dx Anywho, I'll be posting updates on this whole moving thing, and I'm sure Ghost will, too.
~Lor
April 1st 2009 | | Happy April Fools Day, Cursedlove members =) First of all, we have a new board dedicated entirely to plots, so go ahead and check it out. It's pretty neat. We're really starting to get back into the swing of roleplaying here at Cursedlove, (especially in Poth) and this means that we need even more advertising efforts to get more members. So hopefully April will continue to be filled with our ever-growing activity. Thank you to all the members as well as all the staff for their hard work. Everyone have a great April (April showers bring May flowers, so hang in there), and try to avoid those pranks ^^ ;Passion
March 8th 2009 | | We're springing ahead, to all those that are affected by daylight savings time. Spring breaks are approaching rapidly, finishing even more rapidly, and occurring as we speak. This means that hopefully Cursedlove members will have a little more time to relax and get away from the stresses of school, family, and everything else in life. It also means that Cursedlove will most likely be even more active. Especially with the new members we're getting. (Everyone be sure to give a warm welcome to our newest members ^^)
Now, as many of you have probably noticed, we have had a change in the administration powers. Meaning that Ghost and Lor are now the admin. They will be sharing the administrator account to keep Cursedlove alive and well. So everyone be sure to thank them for their hard work and dedication. Also, don't forget to advertise. Everyone have a good March =) ;Passion
February 18th 2009 | | Another new month... First of all, happy birthday to Cursed Love! As of today, we are two years old. Thank you to all the staff, as well as all of our members. Without everyone we would never have reached this point. Thank you all so much and I'm sure that our second year will be the best we've ever had. We'll get to advertising, start having new and active members, and then those roleplays will start up again. I hope everyone has a good February, and good luck to all those with overwhelming classes, families, relations, or other situations. We're all here to support eachother. ;Passion
January 22nd 2009 | | Okay... My first news update: Happy late New Year to everyone on Cursed Love ^^ If you haven't noticed, we have a really great new layout courtesy of Ghost. Please be sure to thank her for all of her hard work. Right now we're in a bit of a lull, but I'm sure that as soon as finals are over, and school becomes a little bit less intense, we can all start advertising and get lots of new members. To all new members, welcome ^^ Read the rules, and have fun =) ;Passion
31st of December, 2008 | | (Make that 4 updates in a month) Well, it's almost 2009, and only two months away from CursedLove's second anniversary. Make sure to post in the party Sheik mentioned in the last update. I also advise you to take her advice on mysterious presents. Anywho, with the closing of the year (and Nicole's birthday being today), let's celebrate the last bits of 2008 before we jump into the next year, which will host the 100 Themes Challenge, our Calendar Project, (hopefully) the newsletter, and a lot more roleplaying. Let's try and advertise in 2009!
~Lor
12-28-2008 | | (3 updates in one month? A new record) Christmas has ended, and the New Year's coming. Winter Break's probably starting to fade into a closing for some, so now's a fairly good time to get back to posting, if you haven't already done so, particularly since there's a party being hosted in Poth right now (beware of any suspicious gifts/presents and mistletoe).
=Sheik
20th of December, 2008 | | Ah, Christmas is almost here. x) Now that means schools are letting out for Winter Break. We should see some more posting... I hope. Let's all try. Ghost and I have procrastinated the Calendar Project back a year, too. x.x Don't forget to check out our Cursed Love info site! I need people to sign up for our Newsletter team. I'm hoping I can get a rough draft out by New Years! :) Happy Holidays!! ~Lor
December 14th, 2008 | | Happy Holidays to everyone from Cursedlove, the countdown is on! We hope now that school is out (for most of you) the posting of profiles and posting in the war will be more frequent. We're still making a few staff decisions on some subjects, but please make sure to advertise our site (in a good way, of course). So please, have a good Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or Winter Solstice (for people who don't celebrate any Holidays)
+Phobia/Gemma
November 4th, 2008 | | To all those Americans here on CL, it's election day! Time to pick someone else to ruin the course of the world! Now, I think I speak for everyone when I say that sharp-tongued political /argument/ will NOT be tolerated. At all. Debate would be fine for all of us - a healthy debate makes a healthy mind. On another note, we STILL need people to post in the war! I know I'm busy, and I know you all are busy, too, but please, everyone, let's try.
~Lor
October 6th, 2008 | | Many schools are letting out for fall break right about now (or are about to), so I hope we all can expect more activity in the next few weeks. Don't forget to resubmit your character profiles, by the way. I'd urge you to advertise, but we're still in the process of rearranging stuff.
-- Anti (Coding / Graphics)
September 13th, 2008 | | Insert decent update introduction sentence here. (Moving on) Many changes to the site are being planned out; most notably, the upcoming change of villages. All profiles have been moved, and approval by certain staff members of any and all characters is required.
The school year has, inevitably, drained the majority of our formally-available time; if you need to hibernate from the site to avoid falling behind (or catch up), it is understandable.
...Of course, you can always listen to Lor's suggestion about forgetting homework, however I'm not encouraging it. u_u Insert decent update closing sentence here. -Sheik
September 7th, 2008 | | Time for my totally useless Update that'll tell you everything you already know. :D School's tying me up, but I'm managing to find some free time. We've been trying to spruce up the site more and make it more appealing, and I definitely need you guys' reviews on my Crossword Puzzle Test. I'm planning on making other puzzles, and I'm going to learn to make Flash games in the hopes that we could have simple little things that you will somehow find addicting. Yay, how exciting. >> Also, listen to our last update by Sheik and post in the war. Forget homework! >D ~Lor
August 25th, 2008 | | The school year is starting and has already started for many members on the site now; hopefully, school duties won't stress or overkill anyone with tedious assignments and schoolwork this year. But while we're all getting ready for classes, ideas for new villages and such are being panned and prepared. Forums on the site have been rearranged and added, so threads should be more organized now. The war is still going on, so be sure to participate and post! -Sheik
July 31st, 2008 | | So we're about to go into yet another new month! Hello, August. It seems we have quite a few birthdays this upcoming month, so don't forget to wish them a good one! We currently have two new events going on, the 100 Themes Challenge and the Calendar Project. --Anti, Graphics / Coding
July 29th, 2008 | | Whoo, the Cbox is being a bee-otch at the moment, so the messages keep getting deleted for some reason. It must be something to do with the Cbox site 'cos the same is happening back on Nozomi. Don't worry about it, the Cbox folks'll get it fixed soon. {P.S. - CDT needs more members in the war! Don't forget to sign characters up with them, too!} --Anti, Graphics / Coding
July 25th, 2008 | | Before I start out, YES, I do in fact realize I made a typo in my name last week. xD Thank you Lor, Sam, and Wolfur for pointing that out to me. You may have noticed that the logo and quite a few site images have been changed - and TOTALLY for the better. I lied last week, too. We have no sidebar and the war info is to your RIGHT. Bwahaha. I lied to you all.
Shoot me. I managed to make Cursed Love poof (simply by leaving out a "< / style >" tag - how stupid can you get?), and although it's fine now, PLEASE tell me if something isn't working right for you. --Anti, Graphics / Coding
July 19th, 2008 | | The war is beginning! Check below for links to the headquarters and info stations. We've added new side bars as well, and we're sprucing up a bit 'cos Anti is in an HTML mood. ;) --Anto, Graphics / Coding
July 10th, 2008 | | The details have been conked out for the war, so remember to check the war board! (A link can be found to your right.) As for other news, Staff, please check the Council boards. --Anti, Graphics / Coding
"Don't delude yourself - love doesn't exist." -Doragon Akuma
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100 Themes Challenge « Thread Started on Jul 29, 2008, 6:48pm »
This came as a result of me trying to find an idea for a drawing by looking through the 100 Themes, which ended up with me getting a different idea. So I want to see how this turns out.
Rules
Do not post anything explicit. Try to keep this rated G to PG or even PG-13. No specific/real drawing skill required, though it is encouraged that you keep from drawing mere stick figures. This is not restricted to fanart/drawing. Comics/Doujinshi, writing (fanfics, poems, songs, etc.), photography, etc. or even some kind of a mix of any/all of the aforementioned are allowed. No theme is restricted to only one entry. You can draw/write/etc. for a theme that someone has already written/drawn/etc. for. Your entries must be your own work. No stealing and claiming what isn't yours. However, with permission from their roleplayer/creator, you may include someone else's OC in your entry/ies. This isn't restricted to Naruto themes. You can also do Avatar, PotC, Harry Potter, Pokemon, Digimon, Death Note, Bleach, Soul Eater, etc.-related entries or not at all related to any show or animation. All the same, this isn't restricted to canon. OC/Original characters and even self-inserts are also allowed. When you post/enter a piece, mention what theme it is for and include a caption as to how your piece, whether it be a poem, a photo, a drawing, etc., is related to the theme. Try to be creative. For example, don't simply draw a simple triangle and post it for Theme 90 (Triangle). Collaborations with other members are allowed. When posting, point out that it is a collaboration and list all members who were involved. Collaboration entries will be linked under the names of all members that have participated. Staff members reserve the right to pull off any entry they find insulting or inappropriate (if there is a reason). Members have the right to complain about any entry being insulting or inappropriate (if there is a reason). =Insert whatever rule I might have forgotten here=
Use Ctrl-F to find the specific theme you're looking for.
Theme 4-Dark "At night...only my shadows...keep me company." --The person in the drawing is my made-up,Ryuunosuke no Mijikayo. Drawn on Paint
Theme 91-Drowning "This is how I feel inside,like i'm drowning in the abyss." ---The person in my drawing is Hotaru Aoi,one of my made-ups. Drawn by hand.
"But I named it after you!" Karr pointed out as she tried to rub the orange tabby kitten on his face. Neji moved a hand between the creature and his cheek in time and lightly pushed the feline away.
"Cats aren't really his thing," Akuma reminded. Karr frowned, noticing her failure in trying to get Neji to care for...Neji.
After some negotiation, Akuma had stepped in and decided to care for the kitten. But the kitten's name couldn't be changed. It'd already grown to answering to 'Neji'. And after certain name plays, like 'Kitten Neji' or 'Cat Neji', somehow, though she couldn't remember how, the final product, 'Neko Neji', had been decided, though Tri often called him 'Neji-Neko'.
Even so, the Neko was still fond of the Hyuuga, even if the human Neji had been reluctant to take in an unknown cat. And when the Hyuuga was absent, the plushie Neji could make the tiger tabby less lonely with ease.
Tools Pencil Paper Camera SAI Mouse
Theme 89 - Through The Fire
Flames sprang to life in a flash and enveloped the bird, consuming it, digesting it into ashes.
The phoenix couldn't live forever. But a new reincarnation would always be reborn where its past self had died. The phoenix couldn't be extinct. It lived by a cycle. And it died by a cycle, to be reborn again, in that cycle.
But if for any immoral reason the phoenix were to die outside of that cycle, the world would be without warmth. And those responsible for its unhabitual death would pay...
But that fate was near impossible. The creature was fraternally immortal. It would die, but it would always be reborn. Always.
The flames sprang to life once again, announcing the prescence of the new phoenix. Its wings spread wide as its head was raised proudly.
And through the fire, it flew, onward, to continue its journey.
Artist's Notes Was drawn for 8-15, Lor's birthday.
13. Misfortune (I just feel real bad to what I did to my character here. XD) Once in the city, Ja'sar appeared just as jittery as before. A loud noise would give her a start. Her eyes darted as if she expected someone to leap at her, screaming, 'Boo!' Her entire aura was not as confident and as powerful as she was where there were less people. She hovered close to Eldarion's side, tense as ever and trying to draw what comfort she could by Eldarion being next to her.
"It shows he has good people skills," she said, nodding and with a tight almost forced smile. Something rattled nearby and Ja'sar's head whipped around. Seeing as it was not the 'boo!' she was expecting, she tried to get back to what relaxation she had left. It was not much.
Ja'sar did get her shocking BOO!, unfortunately for her. Passing by rows of homes (At least I think so. I'm not familiar with city levels.), they neared the one Saedd was supposed to be living in. A little boy who had been standing in front jerked his head to the left to stare at something. He toddled off around the side of the house after a moment's hesitation. Ja'sar and Eldarion started to pass and...
"Boo!" screeched the little boy who had been standing in front of the home. He was being hoisted up by someone behind him. His hair was cinnamon with the slightest hint of red. His eyes were light brown and playful. He giggled in delight when he succeeded in startling Ja'sar.
Upon the word 'boo', Ja'sar let out a cry of shock and staggered backwards, right into Eldarion. A hearty laugh reverberated in the air around them, and the boy magically floated back to the ground. Ja'sar's moment of shock wore away and was replaced with an explosive temper.
"Saedd, I outta have your ears for that!"
"You'd have to get them first!" The words came through the chuckle. Saedd was tall, more so than Eldarion, lanky, but supported some kind of build. His eyes were merry and a gorgeous green. His hair matched that of the little boy's, but longer and a bit more tossled. His face was lit with a wild grin and he patted the boy's head, who sprouted the same large smile as Saedd.
"Nerrav, head inside to your mother."
"Yes, Papa."
The boy disappeared and Saedd's attention rested on his sister, who was still boiling mad, and his cloaked guest. "Minas Tirith is the place I was look last to find you."
"No wonder," Ja'sar snapped back.
"Oh, you always have to go ruin the fun," his words were teasing and he reached out to snag her arm, pulling her to him and into an embrace. Ja'sar had no complaints and hugged her brother in return.
Saedd finally asked, "Who's this guy you are walking around with?"
12. Insanity (The guy she's doing this to has a past of having a nasty temper and he's brilliantly strong and always ready to kill to preserve his position in the galaxy. She's toying with him. I think she's crazy.) The subject was different. Very much so. He actually seemed to have a straight head on his shoulders. Maybe the horns drilled sense into his brain.
Jarai gave a small smile to no one but herself. Of course, no one could see that smile. Not while she used illusion. She kept but a faint presence with the Force, trickling it steadily. That presence mingled itself with the holocrons, seeming to radiate with them. They drew in on her power like hungry rancors. Interesting little devices. Jarai hated the fact they were restricted. It was fine. Restriction mattered not when you strove for power and revolution.
He had astonished her when she had strode in. He had left such a trail of heated yearning behind him. Yearning for power. Ancient Sith Masters in her datapad had described such an endless craving, but she had never experienced it. Until now. He had surprised her enough for her breath to be caught in her throat. Instantly she had hidden her presence, concealed it behind something else. Jarai wished to watch and not be seen.
She had found him accessing Kiel Vaak's third holocron: the only holocron that had survived the trip to the Hall of Holocrons. It had survived the journey only to be placed in the restrictions. Such disrespect! Jarai had read of Kiel Vaak. He inspired her. With the knowledge of Vaak, Bane, Palpatine, Vanscor, and a handful of others, she had created Evolve.
But that was through datapad. Jarai wanted to access holocrons, experience the teachings of a Sith Lord thousands of years old as if he/she was standing before her. For this reason she was here. Out of curiosity. And her curiosity couldn't have been more urgent at a more splendid time.
The being had hovered around a pillar. Jarai held back a growl. That would have been involuntary. Instead, she crept around another shelving of unrestricted holocrons. She hesitated only a second before slipping undiscovered into the RESTRICTED zone. She glanced over the holocrons as she sneaked along to watch the Iktotchi. Such a shame these were not accessed. Empty places had some kind of apology for inconvenience or a strand of information. One space belonged to that of Semtri, Rayne's apprentice. Well, that was perfect. She wouldn't be here for long.
That is if she weren't so focused on the being. Jarai began to hear the voice of Vaak speaking to him. She crouched there and patiently, surprising for her much less any Sith, looked on, a mere invisible spectator. Seconds calculated to minutes, and minutes added up to hours. Jarai had made a decision: she wanted this Iktotchi's attention.
Jarai quickly and silently backed away and slide along the rows of holocrons. He seemed to be enjoying Vaak's teachings. There was a second here. She had seen it. Jarai past label after label with hardly a halt in her step. She needed something... something... wait.
She dove out of the forbidden zone and glanced around for a librarian. These librarian's were freaks. They insisted on creating pieces of parchment, something used thousands of years ago. No one was at the desk. Jarai nimbly leaped over without disturbing anything on the desk. She dove into a filing cabinet, aware that it seemed to magically open. Aha... the librarians were as silly as always. She stole a sheet a librarian would use to write down a location or where an archive could be found or what ever they dared use paper for. Jarai took it and hid it in the folds of her robes, quietly shutting the cabinet. It was up and over the desk and a race back to the Hall of Holocrons.
There were brief second thoughts. Jarai banished them from her mind. She wanted this. She was not going to regret it. A simple exchange of three words would be enough for her. It would be considered sacred. Not ever had she felt this kind of energy flow from a sentient.
Jarai stole up next to Kiel Vaak's only other known holocron. She had to pause. The dark side energy was strong within it. As she grabbed at it, her hands trembled. She sloppily folded the parchment and jammed it where the holocron should be. She was across the restrictions line again, holocron in her hand and her mind running like hyperspace.
Another though came to mind. She was going to play with the Iktotchi. She offered an amused smile. Jarai gingerly dusted off the holocron. She studied it for a moment, trying to understand how it opened. Glancing it over, she could not see a possible way. That was okay. She wanted to play Fetch- the- Holocron anyway. She would learn later.
Jarai started for the cabinet the parchment was in, but stopped herself by the archives. She took a detour and scoured the shelves for the wanted source. Finding it, she glanced around and took the chip that stored all the information she wanted. It was a chip that held the understandable and discovered knowledge of Venta Vanscor. In its place, she slipped a small device. It was one a sort of connection. It looked like a bug. Jarai would play 'hot and cold' at this point.
She had to be even quicker now. Jarai basically ran for the cabinet that stored the paper. Over the desk she went. Still no librarian. She yanked open the cabinet, excited. She placed the chip there, it's number glowing up at her. She shut it again, and as she passed over the desk for the fourth time, she snatched a writing utensil. Once more, Jarai crossed to Hall of Holocrons. The Iktotchi was still there, but was searching. She waited until he dropped from sight and hurried to the parchment. she quickly unfolded it and pressed the writing utensil to it.
What am I? S3 C26
That was what she scribbled. Sector Three, Cabinet twenty-six. Jarai was giddy. She placed the parchment and backed away. Vaak's holocron remained in her possession. She had gotten as far as halfway out of the Hall of Holocrons when she sensed his anger. She ducked alongside the entrance of the Hall of Holocrons. She powered herself upward with the Force. Up there was a statue. His back was too a wall. Jarai carefully wedged the holocron out of sight and then made way back to the Hall of Holocrons.
What she saw made her want to laugh out loud. He was furious, she could sense it. He turned to leave, but immediately jerked back around. He must have seen her note. Jarai backed out. "Heard of Vaak, haven't you? You want him, come and get him." It was a little hook to get him to play the game. She scrambled where the mind message was sent from so he would be unable to recognize where she was.
"I had given up everything for you! I, as Alpha, downgraded myself to be with you! And now I find you here, with him ?! The wolf I trusted most to become beta. How ironic.
I am dying. Inside, the pain is overwhelming. Im drowning, Im buried in your lies! You never loved me. You played me like a fool! I should have kept my opinion on love. Love does not exist.... Only foolishness and idiocy, and ones like you who misuse one's confusion to take over! Is that what you wanted? To take over? Take this damned pack! YOU CAN HAVE IT!
I am dying inside....."
53. Keeping a Secret
"Your...an Uchiha?"
"Don't you tell anybody! OR else!"
"I wont tell. I promise. If you don't believe me, go ahead, kill me now. Its not worth living if you don't trust me." ------- "Truth is, Shaei Uchiha, Im in love with you. I don't expect it back...."
"Yaku...."
« Last Edit: Jul 30, 2008, 9:52pm by Administrator »
44. Two Roads (Another reading thing. >< Yeah, he's goin' one way, she's headed straight for the other.) "Kiana, I can't make you change you mind... "the boy beside her started to say after a long silence.
"Good, I do not want you to."
"But is it really the right choice?" He blurted the question, a strain in his voice. Her friend would plead her to stay, but his dignity would be in the way. Dignity was all he had left from where he had come from.
Kiana sighed and rubbed her hands, hidden in the folds of her long robe sleeves, together. She opened her mouth to speak, to explain to her friend she did believe this was better for her.
"HOW DARE YOU!" can the scream. Frantic footsteps raced up behind the thirteen year old girl. Kiana tipped her head slightly to glance over her shoulder. It was another girl, younger than Kiana. Her black hair bounced and bobbed around her head as she approached at running speed. Her eyes were emerald, strange color to match her hair, focused with distress. Her skin color was pale. The poor girl had been an experiment on some planet, which was why her eyes were oddly colored.
"How dare you make such a decision, Kiana!" she wailed on. She tackled her from behind, wrapping her arms around Kiana, latching on as if her life depended on it. "You'll just leave us behind? The dark apprentice you were paired up with must have mind control over you or something."
Kiana returned the high pitched, shrilly voice with a calm, steady response. "Sireu, there is no mind control. She merely helped me understand the Sith more. Leggo of me."
Sireu released Kiana, and then attached to the cuff of her robe. "Why!" she cried again.
"She can be rather mean if she sets her mind to it, Sireu. Joking, joking." The boy quickly covered his words when Kiana gave him a cold stare. "But, the way you glower at everyone just proves so."
Kiana turned that stare on Sireu. "Leggo of me, for the final time."
Sireu let go and settled for walking beside her friend. She leaned backward a bit to look at the boy. "She does not need encouragement, Grair."
"Yes, to stay. We cannot make our friend do something she does not wish to do."
Grair was the boy's given name. He had royal blood, but no royal abilities. His mother was the queen of Hapes. She ruled, his father being lesser than her. He also had a sister, who would be the next ruler of Hapes. Women were idolized on his planet. And because he was a male, he would not have taste of ruling. For these reasons he was with the Jedi. At least he could be someone here.
He had all the marvelous features and the attitude of a prince. He was handsome for his young age of fourteen, three weeks from being fifteen. He was tall, lightly tanned, with well-groomed dark hair, captivating blue eyes and a dazzling smile. He walked with grace and flow, a natural adapter to his surroundings. No matter what terrain, he just seemed to float.
He was also Kiana's closest friend, the one she'd miss the most. He was her first friend she made here at the temple, and...
"She should stay!" Sireu's words snapped Kiana out of her fantasy. "She's resisted the dark side for six years, she can do it longer!"
"Kiana has never believed in light and dark, as we all know well," Griar replied, his voice tinted with the hints of a growl. He was growing frustrated with their young friend.
"B-b-b-b-but... but, but..." Sireu stammered, scrambling for something to argue with.
"Sireu," Grair said gently, with a forced smile.
"We're going to be waking up Res." Kiana's announcement made Sireu shudder. Res was the shortened name of Kiana's roommate. She couldn't remember what the full name was, and it did not matter to Res or her friends.
Kiana restored the security as the door slid aside with a hiss, flooding a dark room with light. A furious hiss resounded from the darkness, growing louder when Kiana flipped on light switches.
"No respect for the nocturnal?" hissed her roommate. Res's head popped up from her bed, black eyes looking from her roommate. "And you make this one must get up because there is company. This one truly does hate you, Kiana."
The barabel flipped off the bed, landing on all fours. She shook herself, skittering scales everywhere. She quickly pulled a loose claw off and then stood on her two back legs.
"What are you doing, Kiana?"
"Res!" Sireu shrieked, causing the barabel and Grair to flinch from her shrill tone. "Kiana is leaving today!"
"This one knows that!" snapped Res, tongue flickering in and out for a moment. "Kiana told her last night. I mean what iz she doing with that datapad? She always holds it like that, always with that gaze."
"Nothing, Res, its just a datapad," Kiana said blandly. She was only picking out a few possessions and dropping them into a knapsack.
Sireu was as distressed as ever. "I don't know why nobody seems to think this is wrong. You would think you would have more feelings for this sort of thing."
Kiana looked at her youngest friend. "You're doing all the shrieking for them."
Grair and Res snickered in their own way while Sireu let out an involuntary whine of a child.
~~~~~~
"You do understand that if you switch now, you may not come back? You must stay within the Sith or give up learning the Force."
"I understand, Joni," she told the Jedi Master, a bothan.
"Very well. You are hereby relinquished of our control. When you are ready, there are Sith Lords waiting to take you in." He drifted off to stand by the other two Jedi Masters standing in the doorway.
"I'm going to miss you!" cried Sireu once more, throwing her arms around Kiana. She staggered under the girl's weight, but did not fall. Looking over Sireu's shoulder, Kiana gazed at Grair and Res, mouthing help.
Res came to the rescue. The barabel grabbed Sireu by the shoulders. "Let go of that one before she shoots laser eyes at you."
Sireu reluctantly backed away from Kiana and started for the door. With a final glance, Kiana's friend was gone. Res clasped her forearms in a firm grip, her claws digging into her skin. The barabel's black eyes were sad and danced between Kiana's.
"Don't look back," the barabel rasped. "No turning back. It only makez thingz harder. Thiz one will mizz you. She hopez to see you at Gatheringz." The grip squeezed tighter. Res dropped back down to all fours and skittered off through the door, not looking back.
Grair was left. He stood, fiddling with something in the sleeves of his robes. His steps were slow to approach her. He was silent, eyes downward.
"You may go. I cannot make you stay, but you have my support for your decision." He took a steadying breath. "I just wish you wouldn't leave the Jedi." He reached out and took a hold of her hand. He flipped her palm upward and placed something there. He folded her fingers over it. His back was to the masters, as if he did not want them to see it.
"This is a special armband, Kiana. This marks you are a friend of the royal family of Hapes. Personally my friend. I stole it from the palace before I left. I had to know I'd make one friend who deserved friendship with the royal family and the future Queen Mother. I will give this to you. Do not lose it. It will help you... maybe." His eyes finally came up. They appeared gray as the sun shaded half of his face, and the sadness in them was obvious. "I'll miss your company."
Kiana swallowed. "I'm changing my name."
Grair blinked in surprise but said nothing.
"My life has taken many turns. I am done being called Kiana, the name chosen for me. I will be known as Jarai, as I told the Sith that is my name. Jarai Telo. A new name for my last new life."
He had not released her hand. He said nothing but nodded, understanding. Then he leaned forward and kissed her once, twice on the lips. Just quick little pecks.
"May the Force be with you than, Jarai." He let go and stepped back before Jarai could react. It was her turn to blink. She started to turn around, but saw Grair spin back around to face her.
"Good bye, Kiana." And then he turned and fled through the doors, as if his feet were on fire. Two of the masters followed, but the bothan remained.
"Good bye, Padawan," the bothan said, slipping within the doors and locking them shut.
Jarai finally turned and stalked toward the building that had loomed behind her. The doors opened and two Sith emerged from the dark labyrinth that awaited her.
"Welcome, Jarai. Your future awaits with us."
2. Love
"What, can you not see beyond your own hatred and confusion, feed off pain and thrive on the weak? How can you be so cruel? Can you feel anything but love? I've done nothing but go against my code to help you and I get an earful in return?
He was furious, more than he should be. He said this in her face. Despite his harsh words he had come over to help her stand against the tree. She stared into his crystal blue eyes, eyes that were usually so liquid. Her amber eyes were flamed with a frustration. A frustration at exerting herself to the best of her abilities. Here he swept in as her knight and shining armor.
Moments and there harsh glared burned and chilled into one another. She frowned, he frowned. Battle raged beyond the trees, a battle between their factions.
"Shove the words back from where they came from, boy, because I'm going to feed them back to you." The words were hardly out of her mouth when she threw an arm around his neck and brought him to her, pressing her lips against his and kissed with all the admiration she had for him. "Don't EVER say a I can't love, cuz' I can, and I will."
36. Precious Treasure
"Ven?"
"Hmm?"
"I REALLY don't want to be separate for another seven or eight years. What if I'm not there? I'd lose you... and you're too precious to lose."
"Oh, shut with the mushy gushy stuff!"
58. Kick In the Head (It always turns out sideways, so, the url is here.)
Re: 100 Themes Challenge « Reply #6 on Aug 1, 2008, 12:37am »
37. Eyes ((Okay, this may sound silly, cuz, you have to read... AGAIN! XD Love me, love me much for these fascinating long ass posts I make on other sites. Lawl. Okay, so eyes... I noticed how often "glances" were here. That and these icky creatures have a lot of... eyes. O_o Sheik, tell me if you don't like it, because, I'll take it right back.))
Jarai watched as Krai marched in first, emotions in check, as if he had ignored her. She had expected this. The Sith was the only one who reacted, as she knew he would. His gaze burned in her direction. Jarai's innocent smile turned crooked, wicked. This would make him a challenge within the facility, as she wanted to best him as he knew he would try to best her. That was fine. A little bit of a game and fun would be nice.
Raphel opened his mouth to say something, but slammed it shut when Georg slipped past him and into the facility. His anger grew, but not because of Jarai, but because of Georg. Curious, Jarai followed the Sith in as he dove after his Jedi partner. She trailed behind them, strolling as if this was a walk through the brilliant prairies of Naboo. Georg was turned back, and, as he passed, he flashed her a smile. Jarai's skin crawled, the hair on the back of her neck raising at it. This created discomfort as her neck was covered with the clothing.
"They went to the South Wing. I'll be supporting you from the backlines. Don't fight me."
"Good, now we don't have to rescue you," she said with a short giggle. The energy of this place was making her a little giddy. It was dark, dangerous thinking, confusion, anger, bloodlust... it was a wonderful concoction. She continued a little further at walking pass, then spiked her energy and began to run down the hall. No lightsaber blazed through the humid air. Her presence only seemed to thicken, growing tense and dark, wild... and... hungry.
It was a sort of a hissing noise that made her slow her pace and become more wary of her surroundings. The facility was dark, darker than outside of it. Jarai sensed creatures of all kinds stalking the building, freely at that. You would believe a facility such as this would be run better, not with creatures everywhere. But, then again, this looked more like a habitat than a testing lab.
The hissing grew louder and fled, skittering. Jarai looked to her right. Nothing. Clack. Hisssssssssssssssssssssssss... Jarai turned to glance around her shoulder. Still nothing. Confused, Jarai dismissed the noises and tracked Krai. Raphel she had left behind, but he was coming, quickly. He seemed not to hear the noises as he stormed past.
The moment he did, her danger sense knotted coldly between her shoulder blades. Jarai went to duck, hoping whatever the projectile coming for her would pass over. It did not. Sharp pains scratched over her biceps and shoulders. Another clamped to her left leg. Something barbed poked along her spinal cord.
Jarai glanced down... and totally freaked.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, shaking her leg vigorously. "GERRITOFF! GERRITOFF!"
Spiders. To make it worse, they were theone kind once native to Dathomir. Thousands of years ago, the last three had been butchered. Their carapacs had been kept as trophies once, a sign of just how hard they were to kill to the normal being. Somehow, they were back... and just as big. Bane Back Spiders. Jarai hated spiders.
She shoved her hand down at the one crawling on her leg. With a mighty burst of the Force, she pushed it back down and splattered it against the ground. A swarm appeared just after she did. Their mandibles clacked. Some were bigger than the one attached to her back.
"OFF OF ME, YOU DEMONIC, EIGHT LEGGED CREEPS!" she screamed at them, as if that would help. Killing one of their buddies only seemed to spur them on to attack her. She had to get the one off her back. At the moment, she was dancing wildly, so it was not able to do much more than scrap across her skin and clothing trying to hold on.
"Gerroff!" she crushed it into the wall, splashing herself with the yellow-ish green blood. Jarai thought she would vomit. She grabbed a limp limb and hurled the body over her head and crashed it into the others. The blood was oozed over her shoulders and across her back. It disgusted her. It made her angry she would have to clean it off afterward. Not to mention repair all the torn fabric. Energy crackled across her fingers and flames sparked her eyes. Arcs of blue appeared over her hands.
The spiders leaped, and so did she. As they leaped forward, she went straight up, curling herself together. Her eyes watched the spiders. One was an inch from her when she released the devastating power. Lightning split the arachnid in front of her face it half, cooking its insides. Squeals from the spiders reached her ears. She could feel their moments of pain, and it fueled her to press harder.
The swarm of arachnids soon landed as burnt crisps or twitching, still cooking bodies. Jarai landed, shifted to her left, and leaped over the burning spiders. She ran, to put it simply. Jarai was in no mood to deal with spiders any longer.
"That... was gross," she shot at Raphel as she passed, not bothering to stop to say the whole story. The little encounter seemed to tire her not.
"Don't delude yourself - love doesn't exist." -Doragon Akuma
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Re: 100 Themes Challenge « Reply #10 on Aug 1, 2008, 1:13am »
Theme 100 - Relaxation
Neko Neji yawned, stretching out its limbs as its face contorted. It was day time, and yet, the heavy air of summertime enlisted a sense of peace that it indirectly caused an effect of drowsiness.
The feline gazed around from its curled position. Akuma was sitting upright next to it, asleep; the cat wasn't the only one who had the feeling of laziness clinging to its senses like a miasma. Without anyone to torture, the Doragon heiress was left with nothing much to do.
After a climb on her sleeved arm and a leap from her shoulder, Neji-Neko curled itself on Akuma's head, settling in. Though she was unconcious, the cat was certain its choice in nests was permitted.
Another yawn lulled out, and Neko retreated its head into its arms, allowing the calming essence of the summer air to set it back into deep unconsciousness. Complete relaxation...
"Don't delude yourself - love doesn't exist." -Doragon Akuma
Joined: Mar 2007 Posts: 962 Karma: -8,388,608
Re: 100 Themes Challenge « Reply #12 on Aug 2, 2008, 3:37am »
Theme 69 - Annoyance
"Wake up, Nee-chan...Wake up!" Akuma suddenly found herself forced out of unconciousness by her sister as she pounced on her side.
"Get off!" she snarled in irritation; she disliked any physical contact from her sister. She shoved her younger sibling off and sat up on the ground she slept on, glancing around, mist-sighted in the dark room, especially in her current recently-awakened state.
"But Nee-chan! It's August 2nd! It's your--"
"No," she interrupted. "You do not mention it. You do not mention the date I resent, and you do not mention that it is a--"
"Happy birthday!" The lights were suddenly switched and Akuma found at least half of the clan standing outside her room, holding balloons of all colors (including pink, for some reason), ridiculous hats of random twists of clashing colors that would make a typical person's eyes burn (particularly hers), and throwing streamers in the air like retards.
"...You talked, didn't you..." she growled at Keiyou. The child merely grinned stupidly in reply, as though she'd just done one of the best deeds that was worth a key to a city.
Akkihebi slithered out from the closet, questioning the sudden outburst of noise. "..."
=x=
"That. Was. Retarded," she muttered, having finally escaped the claustrophobic party room. The amphitere dragon unfurled his wings, allowing the air to blow underneath the thin gliders before taking off. Neko Neji was trying to climb a wall while trying to keep his Neji plushie on his head.
"I'm sure they were simply trying to make you feel...appreciated," Akkihebi insisted, gliding near her head.
Akuma ignored the sudden sound of a birthday horn being blown and pulled off a stray streamer that had landed in her hair. "They know I don't like celebrating /that date/. This plan was done for pure annoyance."
(This is what happens when you demand that I draw while I'm in a state of unmotivation/lack of inspiration /during a hiatus/. And around August 2nd, no less. >> In other words: Pure spam consisting of scrawls, etc. that I draw with no real intention that somehow ended up being an entry. Doesn't the disproportioned quality simply make your eyes sting?)
Re: 100 Themes Challenge « Reply #13 on Aug 2, 2008, 2:07pm »
Theme 8-Innocence
His mother may have abandoned him and his village may not have wanted him but there will always be a smile on his face and his heart is pure as gold. He would never stain his hands of enemy blood or soil his good name. Hanako Hiro,a dog demon from the Sound is far from demonic. His innocence could change how the ones that love him look at life.
Theme 28-Sorrow
(That is Ryuuhyoo Yayasamu,a made-up of mine from BLEACH) "Why was I so wrong?"asked Ryuuhyoo as he looked up to the cloudy sky.
The rain poured ontop of him. Sorrow flowed through his veins as quickly as the blood trickled from his mouth. From being a young adult living in a small town in Japan,to dying in a freak accident then becoming a Shinigami for Division 11 of the 13 Court Gaurds. After he left the 13 Court Gaurds to be a traitor then becoming an Arincarth...he had nowhere else to turn and then disapeared for eternity.
Theme 55-Waiting
Ookami waits at the scene of his and Izumi's death,caused by each other's love and hatered. He will wait here forever as an angel,never to know that Izumi has already passed on to her next life. He will not leave the Earth and will never experience enternal peace.
"I will wait here until I disapear with time. The world will end before I stop loving you."
Re: 100 Themes Challenge « Reply #14 on Aug 2, 2008, 3:05pm »
Oh hell yeah i'm good x3 I posted after mahself! Okie i used mad ninja camera skillz while walking on water AND going through Hidden Mist Jutsu! -shot- x.x well yeah i'mma loser so enjoy my pictures <3
Theme 22-Mother Nature Those are my Mom's turkey's trying to hide in the grass.
Theme 23-Cat Thats ish Momo,my kitten ^^
Theme 30-Under The Rain The grey goose is Kakashi and the white goose is Naruto. Kakashi has her [yes HER!] leg up like a flamingo.
Theme 42-Standing Still Thats is one of our chickens,Shikamaru xD katie named her.
Theme 96-In The Storm While my dumbass was doing mad ninja crap,I found our goats [from left to right: Sally,Obama and Maggie] hiding in the turkey coop from the storm I was playing in.
Theme 100-Relaxation That be Baby,one of our cats all curled up on a bed sleeping. <.< when she stands up,on her left side her fur spells 'rot' xD i'm not kidding!
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