Arwendon'il lome sa-e-lumIt flew towards him, a strange black bird that was not of raven or any known ilk. Instinctively and fearlessly he stretched out his hand for her, it, to land on and so it did, firmly but gently. He stroked its feathers, soft ebony feathers that rippled green at an angle to the light. The bird responded and rubbed its head against his neck affectionately, as if it longed for his touch, his solace, after so many years, after eons of separation.Arwendon'il lome sa-e-lum by michaelhardcore13
Suddenly, the bird fluttered its wings and left his arm to hover just in front of him. It hovered in the last fading rays of twilight and transformed. Before him, it, she became a lady, beautiful, regal, as fair as starlight contrasted only by her long hair. Ebony hair with a ripple of green that was from neither dying sun or waking stars.
The Nether's Forsaken!To see as day, To be as feather,To guard the way,Through death and terror,The Nether's Forsaken! by michaelhardcore13
Through the gathering nether.
Three graces were granted by the spirits to one soul between the birth and death of the moon. One soul, who wish to cross the nine gates of the nether, realm of the forsaken.
Before you pass, heed our warning
Will alone my not surpass their yearning!
Seek not which is lost!
Uncover not what is hidden!
The dead beseech thee not to cross!
The search is not worth the cost!
Better to die...
...than to be forsaken!
Stick Figures!They're the foundations for many artists and yet few know of them! Few still teaches them, books ignore them, teachers dispels them but their importance though simple is sublime. They're not of aesthetic attraction, then their meaning becomes diminished. Some things in this life can never be deemed as beautiful! But they gave you fluidity, and grounds to play on and build on and freedom from your own analytical inhibitions. They are our guide to creating something stunning, striking, something beautiful. So for those of us who may not be aesthetic as naturally is usual, then perhaps we can surround our themselves with things that are. Better still to add to what already is! Best to illuminate within inspiration that maybe irradiated in some way outward and perhaps bear a flicker of beauty that may resonate with life, with other lives, become sublime!Stick Figures! by michaelhardcore13
So here is to stick figures, for helping those of us shadowed by too much illustrious white, to burst through with colors!
The WarriorWe were born into this world, without armor or sword, without protective shells or innate defenses of any kind. We were born bear, and of flesh and susceptible even to the microcosmic entities that infiltrate space and hollow sky! Even more unfortunate, some are born with defects, some such that they cannot be undone. Bare and bloodied, timid, vulnerable, unsuspecting, innocent and ignorant, some unloved and unprotected, starving.The Warrior by michaelhardcore13
Some die. Most grow, and learn and adapt, build protective shells, make their own swords and shields and survive even the invisible aliens that are pathologic to our design. In our growth, we develop and utilize the only thing that was given to us as an asset towards the world's deep and nefarious shadows. The shadows that seeps beneath the skin, rabid and rotten, feeding upon the life and makes the incessant pulse moribund. That one thing within our wells of bones and vessels, less tangible than the senses and multifarious emotions, sentient destin