http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aA3dHi_o7Yw
KITTY~! :D
(le video does not belong to me ouo)
Friday, October 12, 2012
Bunnies and Kitties :D
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I just went through the 'CUTE PART OF YOUTUBE' ;D
I literally spent half of my day watching little animals take baths(not in a creepy way) and them playing and getting tickled. I'll try to post some links of those vids, so people who see this blog can see those little vanilla and chocolate frosted cuties too ;)
I just went through the 'CUTE PART OF YOUTUBE' ;D
I literally spent half of my day watching little animals take baths(not in a creepy way) and them playing and getting tickled. I'll try to post some links of those vids, so people who see this blog can see those little vanilla and chocolate frosted cuties too ;)
Saturday, October 6, 2012
One Choice - Chapter 2(WHAM, Goes My Dignity)
The sunlight slammed into my face, full impact, and I swear, even with my eyes closed, it will soon burn off my retinas if I don’t start moving. The nice, crunchy sound of leaves was heard from under me. Move Anita, move. Crunch.
I almost gagged when I saw the pool of blood around me. The fu-?
I slowly get up, only to fall again and face-plant into the pool. I curse in my mind.
Waking up in blood and then getting it in your face? Not fun.
I make another attempt to get up, succeeding, but I scrambled over to my tent and dug through all the crap I carried with me, and found a bottle of water. I quickly splashed some onto my face, trying to wipe away the dried blood that got on me while I was sleeping.
I was such a coward. A stupid fool.
I look down on the ground. Nothing will change if I keep it up like this. My eyes scan over a scrap piece of paper, and I bend over to pick it up.
I scowled at it.
To Little Dove:
Sorry ‘bout the mess. Blame Incendio. Name is Nox by the way, see you soon :)
The silence lasted forever, and it included me staring at the paper with a poker face on.
“FLIPPIN’ MONSTERS!” I scream, crumpling up the paper into a tiny ball and throwing it outside. It even had the audacity to put a smiley face. I am going to make them non-existent the next time I see them. It even said, See you soon.
My hate level for them went up two notches.
I shake my head. Nope, don’t let anger fuel you Anita, don’t be a stupid person.
I grab a change of clothes from a blue bag I took with me to the tent and found some nice, clean, clothes with no blood on them. Which were very hard to find. At least three fourths of them were soaked with the red liquid. I took all of them with me, and found a small pond nearby, surrounded by trees and a large rock. I put my clean clothes on the rock, took a towel out of my bag, and placed it on the rock. I stripped, getting all of the bloody rags off of me, and put my toes into the water, testing the temperature out. It was cool, despite the hot morning. I got in slowly, not wanting to freeze my butt off, and took all of the dirty clothes with me.
My waist length hair swirled around me, making it look like mud. I frowned at it. My hair and eye colors were the same, but my eyes had tiny little specks of green, though they both looked muddy. I got to work trying to get most of the blood off the clothing, cleaning myself while I was at it. I finished rubbing away blood on my plain white t-shirt and held it up. It was pink.
“Crap.” I mumble, checking all of my white clothes. They were all shades of pink and red. Did blood leave a mark?
There goes half my wardrobe. I spread them out on another large rock a few feet away from the pond, letting them dry in the sun. I ran back into the water afterwards, swimming around, dragging a large piece of cloth with me. This was something my family does when they’re bored. Yes, it’s swimming with a piece of cotton, but it was fun watching it flow with the waves you create.
I stayed in the pond for around a hour and then get out, wiping myself dry with the towel. I put my fresh, clean clothes on, and then grab my bag and get the washed clothes. I made my way back to my tent, and when I got to it, I put everything inside it into my bag, and started heading back to my real home. Hey, if I told them the tent was my home, wouldn’t they just go to the tent and not go to my house if they wanted to kill me?
My house was located next to the forest my decoy tent was in, and it was pretty small - the house I mean, so it wouldn’t attract much attention. It was a two story house that had doors with hundreds of locks on them, and no windows. It wasn’t like that before my parents and sis died. It use to be nice and sunny, all the rooms having a nice dose of sunlight in them, but now, they were dark except for some lights. Nobody was able to get in except for me. I get my giant ring of keys and look through them, using different keys on different locks. When the door opened, the smell of lavender greeted me.
There’s always a good amount of lavenders in the house. It was my parents’ favorite flower, and keeping them in my house made it feel like they were still here and smiling. There’s a tiny daisy with the lavenders too. Charity’s flower. The whole family is with me right now, even if they really aren’t.
I miss them though.
I drop my heavy bag on the floor of the kitchen when I enter and make my way to my room, limping half the way. I realized I couldn’t really feel my leg.
I stopped and blinked. What did they do to me?
I collapsed on the ground, my vision blurring. Did they poison me? They wouldn’t DARE. I swear, if they did, and if I die, I will come back to haunt their asses.
The sound of the door opening is heard down the hallway. Only one other person has the same set of keys I carried, and he hated the demons as much as I did.
“Nita?!” the familiar voice of John came through the ringing my ears had.
He came running over, or tripping over? I couldn’t see that well.
Two warm hands helped me get up. I couldn’t feel my body, like I was just some attachment to it.
“I-I can’t feel a thing!” the words came out fast, but soon after, my throat started burning.
I black out, and come back up again with a cool liquid sliding down my parched throat. The fire in my throat dies.
“John!” I managed to say, giving him a weak smile.
His face was hard.”Did they do this to you?!”
I get into a sitting position and shrugged.”No clue.”
Did they demons do this? I was unconscious. I shuddered and John tensed.
“I swear, if I find out you did this to you, I will *censred*” he said.
I laugh and he looks at me and asks, “What?”
I wave my hand.”Nothing.” I say, smiling.
John was like the big brother I never had. He gets extremely protective of me at times, and I trusted him completely(sometimes), and he gets all ticked off when I’m around boys. Very cute if you ask me.
He gives me a spin crushing hug, and I had to push him away to breathe again. He smirks and I roll my eyes.
“In the mood for a hunt?” he asks, taking a knife out.
Yup, that was him alright. Even though I almost passed out completely, he asks me to go hunt down some sons of biotches. I grin and stand up, putting my keys in my front pocket.
“LET’S GO!” I scream, charging out of the house, almost slamming into the door.
He laughs and runs out with me, and we both charge into the forest.
And that’s where the fun began.
I almost gagged when I saw the pool of blood around me. The fu-?
I slowly get up, only to fall again and face-plant into the pool. I curse in my mind.
Waking up in blood and then getting it in your face? Not fun.
I make another attempt to get up, succeeding, but I scrambled over to my tent and dug through all the crap I carried with me, and found a bottle of water. I quickly splashed some onto my face, trying to wipe away the dried blood that got on me while I was sleeping.
I was such a coward. A stupid fool.
I look down on the ground. Nothing will change if I keep it up like this. My eyes scan over a scrap piece of paper, and I bend over to pick it up.
I scowled at it.
To Little Dove:
Sorry ‘bout the mess. Blame Incendio. Name is Nox by the way, see you soon :)
The silence lasted forever, and it included me staring at the paper with a poker face on.
“FLIPPIN’ MONSTERS!” I scream, crumpling up the paper into a tiny ball and throwing it outside. It even had the audacity to put a smiley face. I am going to make them non-existent the next time I see them. It even said, See you soon.
My hate level for them went up two notches.
I shake my head. Nope, don’t let anger fuel you Anita, don’t be a stupid person.
I grab a change of clothes from a blue bag I took with me to the tent and found some nice, clean, clothes with no blood on them. Which were very hard to find. At least three fourths of them were soaked with the red liquid. I took all of them with me, and found a small pond nearby, surrounded by trees and a large rock. I put my clean clothes on the rock, took a towel out of my bag, and placed it on the rock. I stripped, getting all of the bloody rags off of me, and put my toes into the water, testing the temperature out. It was cool, despite the hot morning. I got in slowly, not wanting to freeze my butt off, and took all of the dirty clothes with me.
My waist length hair swirled around me, making it look like mud. I frowned at it. My hair and eye colors were the same, but my eyes had tiny little specks of green, though they both looked muddy. I got to work trying to get most of the blood off the clothing, cleaning myself while I was at it. I finished rubbing away blood on my plain white t-shirt and held it up. It was pink.
“Crap.” I mumble, checking all of my white clothes. They were all shades of pink and red. Did blood leave a mark?
There goes half my wardrobe. I spread them out on another large rock a few feet away from the pond, letting them dry in the sun. I ran back into the water afterwards, swimming around, dragging a large piece of cloth with me. This was something my family does when they’re bored. Yes, it’s swimming with a piece of cotton, but it was fun watching it flow with the waves you create.
I stayed in the pond for around a hour and then get out, wiping myself dry with the towel. I put my fresh, clean clothes on, and then grab my bag and get the washed clothes. I made my way back to my tent, and when I got to it, I put everything inside it into my bag, and started heading back to my real home. Hey, if I told them the tent was my home, wouldn’t they just go to the tent and not go to my house if they wanted to kill me?
My house was located next to the forest my decoy tent was in, and it was pretty small - the house I mean, so it wouldn’t attract much attention. It was a two story house that had doors with hundreds of locks on them, and no windows. It wasn’t like that before my parents and sis died. It use to be nice and sunny, all the rooms having a nice dose of sunlight in them, but now, they were dark except for some lights. Nobody was able to get in except for me. I get my giant ring of keys and look through them, using different keys on different locks. When the door opened, the smell of lavender greeted me.
There’s always a good amount of lavenders in the house. It was my parents’ favorite flower, and keeping them in my house made it feel like they were still here and smiling. There’s a tiny daisy with the lavenders too. Charity’s flower. The whole family is with me right now, even if they really aren’t.
I miss them though.
I drop my heavy bag on the floor of the kitchen when I enter and make my way to my room, limping half the way. I realized I couldn’t really feel my leg.
I stopped and blinked. What did they do to me?
I collapsed on the ground, my vision blurring. Did they poison me? They wouldn’t DARE. I swear, if they did, and if I die, I will come back to haunt their asses.
The sound of the door opening is heard down the hallway. Only one other person has the same set of keys I carried, and he hated the demons as much as I did.
“Nita?!” the familiar voice of John came through the ringing my ears had.
He came running over, or tripping over? I couldn’t see that well.
Two warm hands helped me get up. I couldn’t feel my body, like I was just some attachment to it.
“I-I can’t feel a thing!” the words came out fast, but soon after, my throat started burning.
I black out, and come back up again with a cool liquid sliding down my parched throat. The fire in my throat dies.
“John!” I managed to say, giving him a weak smile.
His face was hard.”Did they do this to you?!”
I get into a sitting position and shrugged.”No clue.”
Did they demons do this? I was unconscious. I shuddered and John tensed.
“I swear, if I find out you did this to you, I will *censred*” he said.
I laugh and he looks at me and asks, “What?”
I wave my hand.”Nothing.” I say, smiling.
John was like the big brother I never had. He gets extremely protective of me at times, and I trusted him completely(sometimes), and he gets all ticked off when I’m around boys. Very cute if you ask me.
He gives me a spin crushing hug, and I had to push him away to breathe again. He smirks and I roll my eyes.
“In the mood for a hunt?” he asks, taking a knife out.
Yup, that was him alright. Even though I almost passed out completely, he asks me to go hunt down some sons of biotches. I grin and stand up, putting my keys in my front pocket.
“LET’S GO!” I scream, charging out of the house, almost slamming into the door.
He laughs and runs out with me, and we both charge into the forest.
And that’s where the fun began.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
One Choice : Introduction & Chapter 1 - I Wake Up To the Sweet Melody of Screaming
Introduction & Chapter 1 - I Wake Up To the Sweet Melody of Screaming
I want revenge.
They took my family away from me, away from my life, and now it’s my turn.
I remember going downstairs when I heard the screaming, only to find the bodies of my family, lifeless on the ground. The only one alive was Charity, my little sister. They killed her slowly in front of me, skinning her with a single blade, which had carvings of blood red roses on it. I could remember the reflection it had when it faced towards me. It made me look covered in blood, and with my face in tears, it made me look like a coward.
I am going to get them. I was 6 years old.
I am almost 16 now, and I want my revenge.
-Anita Lilithian Woods
~ + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + ~
Hearing the sounds of the creatures woke me up. Well, it really wasn’t just the word, ‘sound’. It was more of a battle. Extremely loud, and hard to sleep through. I didn’t really care about what the hell they were doing out there, but if Anita doesn't get any sleep, their booties are going straight to hell. Literally. I grab my jacket, which was located in the far corner of the tent, and my blade, which is always soaked in salt water.
I charged out there, and what do you know? Two freaking demons on MY LAWN.
They seemed to be having a blast. One - in human form - had razor sharp nails, about half a foot long, was stabbing the other repeatedly. The other - demon form, which looked like an angry cloud of smoke - had two dark arms snaking out, trying to suffocate the other. If I was a stupid, idiotic person, I would've said they fought gracefully. The human looking one looked bored, but it’s eyes showed hunger, and it’s movements were precise, almost planned out. Smokey there looked like the wind. It’s movements were swift, and a tad bit faster than the human looking one, but it’s attacks were clumsy(in my eyes).
“GET THE HELL OFF MY AREA BEFORE I KILL YOU BOTH!” I scream, stomping my right foot.
Never, ever mess with me in the morning. You’ll regret it. Trust me.
They both stop, both(even the smokey on) gave me a mock grin. I narrow my eyes at them.
“10 . . . “I start counting. When it reaches numero 0, they’ll be worse than dead.
The human looking one walks up to me.
And holds it’s hand out. I frown. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I believe in having the people who are going to die from me to have to know my name first.” it says, a smirk on it’s face.”Names Incendio” It’s voice is disgustingly like velvet.
I glare at it.”9. . . 8 . . .”
“Very rude of you to not introduce yourself.” it says.
“To me, you’re just a thing.” I made sure to add as much venom into my words as possible.
He holds a hand to his empty chest.”Ouch, I am so hurt.” he says sarcastically.
Something freezing touches my shoulders, and I almost jump. Almost.
“Now now Flame, don’t scare the poor little thing.” A husky voice says cheerfully behind me. I scream and immediately try to punch the guy - I mean demon.
Instead, my fist meets a hard chest.
“OW!” I scream, cradling my fist hand.
I raise my blade - a silver dagger, in my good hand, and twirl it around smoothly. They both stare at it, wide-eyed. Then they back off at least 20 feet.
I grin.
“Get the hell off my lawn before I shove my boot up your tushies!” I warned them.
“Woa, woa, woa! Look, we didn’t even see your. . . “ it looks at my tiny tent. “house?”
I glare at him, shooting him daggers.”I’m camping out here. That’s not my house you jerk!”
It rolls its eyes.”Sure. Now, shall we get to the exciting part?”
I was confused for a second, but that was all it took.
In mere seconds, I was pinned to the ground, both of the demons holding me down. The one that use to look like smoke flung my dagger away with a disgusted look, and shook it’s hand, as if it could shake away the bad feelings it carried towards it. I open my mouth to scream, but the sound catches in my throat. The only thing that came out was a muffled cry.
Don’t cry Anita, don’t let the monsters see you cry.
I kept on fighting the tears that threatened to spill in my eyes. I haven’t done my part yet. I can't die yet!
I kick and try to bite the arms holding me down, but every time I tried, they both grinned, and they had a look in their eyes. I shuddered on the inside.
“L-Let me g-go!” I managed to make out with my dry throat.
The smokey demon tsks me.
“We don’t want to get sent back there - it sort of sucks, so if you don’t mind, let us defile and kill you.” it says.
I feel my eyes go big. OH HELL NO.
“YOU JERKS! SCUM! BLOODY LITTLE *censored*! I SWEAR, I WILL *censored* AND THEN I WILL *censored* AND YOU’LL EVER REGRET *censored*-ING ME!” I have probably used all of the creative words I knew, and there was plenty. Even through my quiet voice, they were vicious.
The demon - Incendio? - frowned, and cut me in my forearm with his nail. I stare quietly at the blood forming. And then I send out a bloodcurdling scream as shots of pain went from my forearm to all around my body.
“Hush little Dove, all will be over soon.” the smokey demon says before I fall into the deep abyss of unconsciousness.
I want revenge.
They took my family away from me, away from my life, and now it’s my turn.
I remember going downstairs when I heard the screaming, only to find the bodies of my family, lifeless on the ground. The only one alive was Charity, my little sister. They killed her slowly in front of me, skinning her with a single blade, which had carvings of blood red roses on it. I could remember the reflection it had when it faced towards me. It made me look covered in blood, and with my face in tears, it made me look like a coward.
I am going to get them. I was 6 years old.
I am almost 16 now, and I want my revenge.
-Anita Lilithian Woods
~ + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + * + ~
Hearing the sounds of the creatures woke me up. Well, it really wasn’t just the word, ‘sound’. It was more of a battle. Extremely loud, and hard to sleep through. I didn’t really care about what the hell they were doing out there, but if Anita doesn't get any sleep, their booties are going straight to hell. Literally. I grab my jacket, which was located in the far corner of the tent, and my blade, which is always soaked in salt water.
I charged out there, and what do you know? Two freaking demons on MY LAWN.
They seemed to be having a blast. One - in human form - had razor sharp nails, about half a foot long, was stabbing the other repeatedly. The other - demon form, which looked like an angry cloud of smoke - had two dark arms snaking out, trying to suffocate the other. If I was a stupid, idiotic person, I would've said they fought gracefully. The human looking one looked bored, but it’s eyes showed hunger, and it’s movements were precise, almost planned out. Smokey there looked like the wind. It’s movements were swift, and a tad bit faster than the human looking one, but it’s attacks were clumsy(in my eyes).
“GET THE HELL OFF MY AREA BEFORE I KILL YOU BOTH!” I scream, stomping my right foot.
Never, ever mess with me in the morning. You’ll regret it. Trust me.
They both stop, both(even the smokey on) gave me a mock grin. I narrow my eyes at them.
“10 . . . “I start counting. When it reaches numero 0, they’ll be worse than dead.
The human looking one walks up to me.
And holds it’s hand out. I frown. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I believe in having the people who are going to die from me to have to know my name first.” it says, a smirk on it’s face.”Names Incendio” It’s voice is disgustingly like velvet.
I glare at it.”9. . . 8 . . .”
“Very rude of you to not introduce yourself.” it says.
“To me, you’re just a thing.” I made sure to add as much venom into my words as possible.
He holds a hand to his empty chest.”Ouch, I am so hurt.” he says sarcastically.
Something freezing touches my shoulders, and I almost jump. Almost.
“Now now Flame, don’t scare the poor little thing.” A husky voice says cheerfully behind me. I scream and immediately try to punch the guy - I mean demon.
Instead, my fist meets a hard chest.
“OW!” I scream, cradling my fist hand.
I raise my blade - a silver dagger, in my good hand, and twirl it around smoothly. They both stare at it, wide-eyed. Then they back off at least 20 feet.
I grin.
“Get the hell off my lawn before I shove my boot up your tushies!” I warned them.
“Woa, woa, woa! Look, we didn’t even see your. . . “ it looks at my tiny tent. “house?”
I glare at him, shooting him daggers.”I’m camping out here. That’s not my house you jerk!”
It rolls its eyes.”Sure. Now, shall we get to the exciting part?”
I was confused for a second, but that was all it took.
In mere seconds, I was pinned to the ground, both of the demons holding me down. The one that use to look like smoke flung my dagger away with a disgusted look, and shook it’s hand, as if it could shake away the bad feelings it carried towards it. I open my mouth to scream, but the sound catches in my throat. The only thing that came out was a muffled cry.
Don’t cry Anita, don’t let the monsters see you cry.
I kept on fighting the tears that threatened to spill in my eyes. I haven’t done my part yet. I can't die yet!
I kick and try to bite the arms holding me down, but every time I tried, they both grinned, and they had a look in their eyes. I shuddered on the inside.
“L-Let me g-go!” I managed to make out with my dry throat.
The smokey demon tsks me.
“We don’t want to get sent back there - it sort of sucks, so if you don’t mind, let us defile and kill you.” it says.
I feel my eyes go big. OH HELL NO.
“YOU JERKS! SCUM! BLOODY LITTLE *censored*! I SWEAR, I WILL *censored* AND THEN I WILL *censored* AND YOU’LL EVER REGRET *censored*-ING ME!” I have probably used all of the creative words I knew, and there was plenty. Even through my quiet voice, they were vicious.
The demon - Incendio? - frowned, and cut me in my forearm with his nail. I stare quietly at the blood forming. And then I send out a bloodcurdling scream as shots of pain went from my forearm to all around my body.
“Hush little Dove, all will be over soon.” the smokey demon says before I fall into the deep abyss of unconsciousness.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Explanation For Random Names
Well. . .random names mean I have to be random, right? :D
I will post up random stuff I do, like stories, drawings, and stuff. Most of everything I do will be completely random, and at times, I might even provide a whole fudging explanation of why I do random things =___=
RULES OF STAYING:
I get to refer to random people as cupcakes c:
AND
The people can get as random as they can be~
I sometimes post serious stuff on there though, like sad stories and stuff.
.____.
I will post up random stuff I do, like stories, drawings, and stuff. Most of everything I do will be completely random, and at times, I might even provide a whole fudging explanation of why I do random things =___=
RULES OF STAYING:
I get to refer to random people as cupcakes c:
AND
The people can get as random as they can be~
I sometimes post serious stuff on there though, like sad stories and stuff.
.____.
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