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Ballad of the Rabbitsbane Ch.2On This Rusted BowBallad of the Rabbitsbane Ch.2 by krimsonfury
I had felt worse than any hangover had ever done. I had awoken in Adaro's House, a roof that I never thought I would sleep under ever again. I was still a bit drowsy and touched my chest. I thought it was all a bad dream, but then my scar started to glow and I heard a voice.
“Come and face me.” it said.
I moved my hand away and looked around the room. There were a few other injured there too, but it was none of them. I thought for a second, and it did sound familiar. I placed my hand on my chest again, and again the scar started to glow. And then, the voice spoke again.
“Take up arms, newly Arisen.” it said.
That's when it came to me. The voice, it was the very same wyrm that had ripped my heart from my breast. I didn't recognize it because it wasn't speaking in gibberish this time. I looked around the room again, and noticed a dresser. I saw some rusted-looking weapons. I got off and walked closer and saw there there was a st
Ballad of the Rabbitsbane Ch.1When All Hell Let's LooseBallad of the Rabbitsbane Ch.1 by krimsonfury
There's an old saying. That before you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. But what no one ever told me was that it can still flash... if there's a giant red dragon ripping out your heart! And I forgot to mention, still living afterwords.
I grew up in a fishing village in the south of Gransys. I wasn't born there, I was born in some other land that I don't even know the name of. When I was small, my father was a traveling story teller. He would often tell me tales of his journeys prior to meeting my mother. She died from sickness not too long after I was born. He took it upon himself to raise me. As when I was about eight years of age, he had hit the road again and took me with him. I remember sitting there when we would hit a town, he would tell all kinds of stories for coin. He told of all kinds of lore, including that of the elven folk. Those were my favorite stories. And when we couldn't make enough for lodging, he would do odd
An Unknown Pirate's Account.“I was once just a man o' the sea, a simple sailor on a ship full o' pirates. Thin's weren't too bad, as long as I be followin' the captain's orders.”An Unknown Pirate's Account. by krimsonfury
“We were in a port town, then the wyrm came. O' course I decided t' be a hero and dared attack the wyrm with me cutlass, but it didn't end well. The beast tore me heart from me breast after speaking somethin' in it's native tongue. Then it all faded to black.”
“I had awoken days later, knowin' nothin' 'bout why I still be alive. Turned out I had become an Arisen, one whose destiny be t' slay the wyrm. T'is not what I wanted, but now I be forced in a never endin' cycle. The captain had come t' me and be tellin' me that I no longer be a member o' his crew. He fear that by havin' me on board his ship, that I be puttin' him and the crew in danger. Before partin', he warned me that if he be seein' me sorry mug again that he will have me head.”
“A Pawn from beyond the Rift had come t' me. He told me t'
Ok, I hated driving tonight. I had to pick up my sister from work, one of her jobs is at the Toys r’ us in Chapel Hill. I normally don’t like going that way, but I did earlier when I had to drop her off. Due to mom’s car suddenly being out of commission tonight, I had to go. It wasn’t pleasant.
The drive there wasn’t too bad, but it all went to hell when she got into the car. First thing that happens, I missed the one turn and had to go to the next light. She only argued with me a little. On the way further, she was yelling at me to get into the next lane because there were people walking on the street (that part has no sidewalks). I slowed down and was prepared to swerve, but she wanted me into the next lane despite having to be in that one later. We almost got side swiped by some jack ass who didn’t stop fast enough at a stop sign. I swerved to avoid collision. She yelled at me again, claiming that it would not have happened if I had just listened to her. We finally make it to the right light, but at the stop sign we had to go to, I heard sirens. She yelled at me to move because we couldn’t see them, but I had to pull over just past an intersection because I was unable to do so before due to it being a turn only and we needed to go straight. After a bit further, there is this one part of the road that goes thinner, but is not a one lane. She was yelling at me because she swore up and down it was a one lane and I didn’t merge on time. There were no other cars next to us. That part is one of those weird shaped roads that does a slight “S” because it’s one lane going in on the other side.
When we do get home, she slammed the door on my car as hard as she could. And when we get inside, she starts bitching to mom how I am a bad driver. She did bring up one thing that I know was my fault on my way to drop her off, I didn’t see one stop sign. And we end up going at it for a bit. I know East Akron better than she does. I’ve had my license for 5 years. She doesn’t even has her’s yet. She complains because me and mom won’t teach her, but it’s not really our responsibility to do so. Mom has congestive heart failure and bad memories from when she tried to teach her back in West Virginia. My car is actually difficult for most people to drive because it has manual steering and non-ABS brakes. And my sister’s car isn’t legal yet because she needs to let them inspect the car before she can get a temp tag for it again. It won’t pass right now because she needs to get the new mirrors put on it. Besides, she has other people who have offered to teach her.
Mom’s parents didn’t teach her, her mother died when she was 15 and her dad didn’t want to teach her. She had to get someone else to do so, and was 17. I was 22 when I finally got my license. I was lucky that my step father even tried to teach me, despite being thrown on the road at night in the middle of winter in an old ass Ford pick-up. And there weren’t many streetlights in Ridgeview West Virginia. Trust me, I had it bad when it was my turn to learn.
Point being, my sister has other people willing to teach her. It’s not my or our mother’s job. And as she doesn’t even have a license, she has no right to bitch about my driving.
I'm just here to be here.|
Since I write and suck at drawing, I like to make the appearances of my OCs using character creation modes from some videogames. Yes, I play games using OCs from my works.
Now, for some truth. My real name's Nick, but I'm also known as Myth and/or Mario. I'm Sicilian, but everyone where I live thinks I'm really a Mexican. I like to write as mentioned above and I like videogames. My favorite fighting game serioes is the Soul series that started with Soul Blade and is currently up to Soul Calibur IV. I have and played all but Legends. I also love the Metal Gear series because it has the most interesting story line. I grew up on the Legend of Zelda games, which I'll always admit to. There's more, but I'll save that for a later date.
Current Residence: West Virginia
deviantWEAR sizing preference: 3-X (it makes me feel thinner)
Favourite genre of music: Country, Southern Rock, Rock, Metal, Soft Rock, Alternetive
Favourite photographer: N/A
Favourite style of art: Is this another Trick question?
Operating System: Windows vista
MP3 player of choice: A Sony PSP
Shell of choice: Is this yet another trick question?
Wallpaper of choice: why do I need wallpaper?
Skin of choice: How many trick questions are there?
Favourite cartoon character: Sonosuke Sagara from Rurouni Kenshin
Personal Quote: "Perfection is an Illusion made by Idiots that are Imperfect Themselves"
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