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The mind of deathSilence. That was all that was. An all-encompassing silence. There were no birds chirping, no trees sighing, no brooks whispering.
Some might find it eerie, perhaps even scaring.
But not Sammael. He found that he preferred the silence to the constant roars of battle or the dredging sounds of the humans talking. The noises that humans seemed incapable of avoiding.
He was sitting in a forest. Well, at least an image of a forest. It was open, with light streaming through the canopy of leaves above him. a small brook was flowing near him, and the sweet-smelling grass was soft beneath him. The trees all around him were birches, still fairly young, with smooth, white bark.
He loved the forest. It was free of the influence of humans. There was silence and sound, both at the same time. There was no noise of machinery, no roar of battle, no footsteps rustling through the bushes and leaves.
But there was still birds chirping, leaves whispering, and water rustling.
But not now. Now, there was sil
Valentine's daySouth was walking in circles in his room, wondering what to do. It was Valentine's day, February 14th. Every year he would sit in his room with Norn and watch movies on this day.
But not this year.
How would he do it? Just walk straight to the door and ask? Wait until dinner and see if she came to the mess hall?.
In the end, after a lot of pondering and walking, he chose to go with it as it went. He put on some half-nice clothes - proper jeans, a white t-shirt and a simple green zip-up hoodie - and went out in the corridor, attempting to avoid all the other freelancers. He was so deep in thought that he walked right past the door, before stopping ten minutes later, wondering why he wasn't there. He backtracked until he was at the door, where he froze for a few minutes, suddenly unsure. "Come on, South. Just do it." he thought, attempting to pick up the courage to do it.
He raised his hand and knocked once, twice.
He knocked again, two times. Still nothing.
Agent South DakotaName: Lukas Berg
Alias: Bjami (Meaning bear in Norse)
Date of birth: November 16th 2523
Occupation: Besides freelancer, he is a smith
Hair colour: Pale, pale blonde
Eye colour: Icy blue
Height: 7' 2''/ 2m 15cm
Weight: ca. 130-140 kg (Mainly muscle)
Medical or mental problems: Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED)
Blood type: AB-
Appearance: Short hair, one scar running from the abdomen the the left shin, twisting to the calf, a triple scar running from the left side of the chin to the right shoulder, Muscly build (Not like top bodybuilders, but like one who exercises regularly), Usually wears camo shorts and white t-shirt when not in armour.
Personality: A bit of a hot-head, South is a loner as well. He usually keeps to himself, and cares little for others. It takes time to get to know him, and even longer for him to trust you, but if he actually names you a friend, his true personality shines forth. Once a friend, you will never have any friend more loyal, and he is willing to
FCC - HalloweenSouth was sitting in the mess room. Alone. All the freelancers had been given the day off. It was Halloween, October 31st.
Where was New Hampshire?
Not that it mattered. Before South had met New Hampshire, he had been all alone.
Suddenly, the light in the mess hall went out. ''Nydelig. Helt flott.''
''Lovely. Just Perfect.''
He went out, intending to find the fuse for the power in the mess hall. It was dark in the hallway as well, but he had no problem with that. He was used to darkness from earlier night-time missions.
He walked down the corridor towards the fuse room when he heard something. It sounded like a dull grunt of pain. He went to investigate it, wondering why something was making a sound like that. He followed the direction he meant the sound came from, and ended up in front of his own room. Stealthily, silently, he opened the door.
What he saw made him fall to the ground.
New Hampshire, standing over Norn's body with a hunter's knife in his hand. Norn's skull was ba
No more spartansActivating translator....
Language to translate: Norwegian to English
''Glem det. Eg kommer ikke tilbake.''
''Forget it. I'm not coming back.''
''Lukas. For ni år siden sa du at du skulle trekke deg tilbake for å tenke. Jeg kjenner deg, du bruker ikke så mye tid på å tenke.''
''Lukas. Nine years ago you said you'd pull back to think. I know you, you don't use that much time to think.''
Two men were standing in a kitchen. Both of them had the same icy blue eyes, both of them were from Norway. Both of them had bodies scarred from fighting. The difference was that one of them had fought his last battle nearly a decade ago, while the other one came fresh from one.
''Kanskje eg gjør det. Eg e ikke frilanseren som dro for ni år siden.''
''Maybe I do. I'm not the freelancer that left nine years ago.''
''Og tatoveringen på brystet ditt? Når jeg møtte deg for femten år siden hadde du en tatovering av et bjør
RookieSouth walked towards the briefing room when a boy, perhaps 17-18 came next to him and asked ''Excuse me, have you seen Agent South?'' South stopped and looked at the kid, measuring him up and down. The kid had black hair and brown eyes, and was wearing a rookie insignia on his shoulder, a silver R.
''That would be me.'' Said South.
''Great, I've been assigned to y-hugh'' South was holding the rookie up after his neck. And this time, no armor or A.I. to help him
''What?! Assigned? to ME?!'' South held the rookie with one hand and begun to squeeze harder.
''South! Stop!'' The voice rang with authority.
''F*** you Sammael!'' South yelled back into the microphone, but he felt his grip loosen. He managed to keep it tight enough to hold the rookie up, but couldn't tighten it further. The rookie was trying to pry South's fingers loose from his neck, failing.
''Who said you were assigned to me?!'' South yelled at the kid.
''Thh cphtn'' the kid managed to wheeze out. So
Nievan languageNievan Language
Part 2-(verbs/ past and ongoing/ placement)
to confuse---------- Bermic (ber-mick)
-confused----------- Bermic'ir (ber-mi-kir)
-confusing---------- Bermic'ov (ber-mi-cov)
to behold----------- Lacrin--(la-krin)
-beheld------------- Lacrin'ir (la-cry-nir)
-beholding---------- Lacrin'ov (la-cry-nov)
to imagine---------- Calren--(call-rin)
--imagined---------- Calren'ir (call-re-nir)
--imagining--------- Calren'ov (call-re-nov)
to wait------------- dai (die)
-waited------------- dai'nir (die-nir)
-waiting------------ dai'nov (die-nov)
to gather----------- spinatol (spin-ah-tohl)
-gathered----------- spinatol'ir (spin-ah-toh-lir)
-gathering---------- spinatol'ov (spin-ah-toh-lov)
to breath----------- cral (crahl)
-breathed----------- cral'ir (crah-lir)
-breathing---------- cral'ov (crah-lov)
to tell------------- laga (la-gah)
-told--------------- laga'nir (la-gah-nir)
-telling------------ laga'nov (la-gah-nov)
to need------------- sanger (sahn-
Experiments - Chapter 19Something happened. Something bad.
There was a misunderstanding and the “camp” that Kylie was supposed to attend was cancelled. Paula Rivvers told Kylie that Gavin had to go somewhere else for a special experiment, but he would be back by next spring.
It was as though someone had driven a knife through Kylie’s heart.
The rainy weather that drowned each day seemed far rainier than any rain anyone knew before.
With senior year on the rise, and the acceptance to a highly acclaimed college for the next fall, and Gavin’s date of arrival back to the home facility pushed back, everything that had happened that one chilly fall became a foggy memory.
. . .
“Kylie Peterson?” There was a voice on the other line that sounded all too familiar, but Kylie couldn’t place it. She had just finished her sixth semester at college, and she was sticking her car keys in her ignition to make the drive back to Martha’s house.
“This is she,” <i>
Experiments - Chapter 20“I’m sorry…” Gavin mumbled for the umpteenth time.
“For the last time,” Kylie blushed, voice quiet. “It’s…okay…” Her face was still tingling from the soft impact of the kiss. “I…I kinda…”
“Kinda what?” Gavin inquired anxiously, certain that she could feel the rampant pulse running through his veins.
“Well…” Kylie chewed on her lower lip, her own heart beating in rhythm with the giant’s – a surprisingly similar rhythm. “Some nights, I would just lie there…in bed, imaging… what would it be like if you kissed me…?”
Gavin exhaled shortly. “Really?” That received a brief nod. “I… I did too… I wondered what it would be like to kiss something so tiny…well, you…”
Kylie had never experienced such a giddy, awkward conversation. She actually liked it – it was much more innocent and lo
Salamence's Kitty Feast (Vore)Salamence’s Kitty Feast (Vore)
NOTES: Originally called "Snorlax's Kitty Feast" but I had mixed feelings that it wouldn't work for the little kittens. Anyways, this is the long-edited story that I keep changing over and over again. For those who stumbled across here, this contains vore, negative comments will be sho--- *clears throat* blocked by me without warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
The family of four kitty-dragons decide to head for a stroll through the forest. Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry and Mint are exploring the area and the weather conditions are bright and sunny. Not a single cloud in the sky as it is clear as blue. We follow the kitty’s in third-person angles as they follow the narrow pathway. The four kittens are chatting with each other with pleasant conservations.
While walking further and further down the road, they hear *distant snoring* and it’s quite loud. The four has encountered a sleeping giant monster. It is a draconic Pokémon w
Back in the Race, Part 7
As John was leaving the hospital, he phone rang. Checking the number, he answers.
"Angie, give me some good news."
"Absolutely," replied Angie Stewart, AFPD's most decorated Detective. "It turns out that, after a search of the warehouse across the street, forensics was able to find the discharged cartridge. It's from a .338 Lapua Magnum, a sniper rifle used in the most recent wars in Iraq and Afghanistan."
"So, we're looking at ex-military?"
"Most likely. Not too many civilians would have the need for it, unless they were long-range shooting enthusiasts or game hunters.
"I'll check out a couple dealers in the area to see if that rifle had been sold in the past few weeks."
"Also, the reason for Mindy's sudden depowering and that man's pacemaker issue looks to be due to an EMP mine that was remotely detonated from the warehouse as well."
"EMP mine, how would someone get their hands on that?"
"Not sure, the technology isn't out there for mass production yet.
Hetalia x Pregnant! Reader - Germany Part Three(Two years later)
“Say mutti.” You told Heidi, your now one year old daughter. She had soft, light blue eyes and wavy hair that was the same color as yours was. She looked at you confused. You tried for the longest time to get Heidi to say mutti, the word you wanted her first word to be.
“Say mu-tti” you said slowly. The only reply you got was another look from her.
You sighed. You didn’t know if she was ever going to say anything. It’s been a whole year and she hasn’t said one word. This worried both you and Ludwig. You looked back and remembered that Ben had always been spot on when he was growing up. He said his first word, started walking, and did many other things right when he was supposed to. So far Heidi has been a little slower. She still crawled and hasn’t started to talk.
You looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost time for Ludwig to be back from picking up Ben from school. You were so glad that he liked the
Queen City: A White Wedding / An Amazon's Quest
It had been a while since Melinda Crane had a vacation. So when she received the invitation from her friend, and former Guardian, White Owl, she couldn't reply yes quick enough. It had been a while since had visited with White Owl and nearly as long since she had been in Queen City. As she walked the streets looking in the various shops and boutiques for a new dress, she couldn't stop smiling.
"I hope Ultra Woman is there as well," she thought to herself.
It was also nice to be in a city that had no idea who Mindy Marvel was. It was difficult for her to shop like this in Angel Falls, but here the people don't give her a second look.
Her excitement was tempered very quickly when she saw Blockhead. It had been few years since her last run in with the big brawler whose name was partially inspired by his super strength and concrete exterior...and partially because of his below average intelligence. He was charging down the street after stealing two conta
Magical RemoteIt was last weekend when I found it, probably the coolest and most interesting thing in the world. I found it in my attic. While rummaging through old stuff trying to find something valuable, I stumbled across a remote control. It was coated in dust, I couldn't read what any of the buttons said. So I finished my rummaging and decided that that remote was the valuable thing I had been looking for.
I went to the bathroom and blew most of the dust off into the sink. I then took a washcloth, wetted it, and cleaned it off. It was rectangular and featured two large buttons at the top with ten buttons on each side going down below each of the two large buttons.
I read the buttons. They were labelled as follows:
L Wrist L Wrist
R Wrist R Wrist
L Arm L Arm
R Arm R Arm
L Leg L Leg
Summer NightsSummer Nights
Setting: The Backstage Lounge on the Music Cruise
Date: July 25th, 2014
Time: 6:21 PM PST
(Point of View: Franky)
“Hey, Franky,” Cadence called from across the room.
I jumped and put down my cell phone, which I had been scrolling through pictures on while sitting on a bright-blue couch. “Yeah?”
“Could you c’mere?” she asked. She was sitting at a makeup table or whatever those things are called on the other side of the room, getting ready for our next show, which was at 6:45. She and I were the only ones in the backstage lounge. I was trying desperately to get “Best Day Ever”, our song for the Music Jam, out of my head for a little while. It wasn’t working. At all.
“Sure.” I pocketed my phone in my jeans and waddled over to her. “Sorry I was ignoring you, I just… I’m bored.”
Shaking her head, she said, “It’s okay, I was being kinda antisocial.” Sh
1: BeginningsSouth entered the mess hall, seeing immediately why it was so named. There were thirty or forty tables, accommodating the 50 other freelancers, who sat in pairs, groups, and some, alone. He could see several empty tables walking towards where the food was.
Now there's a nice welcome. He thought, looking at the food. Fiskegrateng. There was melted butter and potatoes beside it as well. South grabbed a plate and filed it as good as he could. It had been a long trip to HQ, and he was hungry.
Having stuffed his plate with food, he found himself a nice, empty table and sat down, beginning to eat.
If it keeps going this way in foods, this should be a nice stay.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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