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Post by Xenon on Mar 20, 2005 18:58:05 GMT -5
ooh, very nice. I send my best wishes. -pulls the orange apart, eating a piece- indeed. Tuesday my boyfriend-person arrives. so I'm happy-scared.
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Post by Xenon on Mar 20, 2005 18:53:23 GMT -5
X3 Tuesday my life gets interesting again.
-continues to draw, gnawing on the orange- nngh.
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Post by Xenon on Mar 20, 2005 18:50:07 GMT -5
boredom.. x.x there's probably stuff I should be getting done before Geos get here, but if I do them today, I'll have nothing to do tomorrow.
so for now, I get to be bored.
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Post by Xenon on Mar 20, 2005 18:46:45 GMT -5
-bites an orange- mmmmmmmm.
s'up?
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Post by Xenon on Mar 20, 2005 18:44:50 GMT -5
-doodles a bit, lazily munching a sammich-
..nnh. nothing to do.
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notice.
Mar 18, 2005 17:06:43 GMT -5
Post by Xenon on Mar 18, 2005 17:06:43 GMT -5
Uhm. Next week is spring break, but I'm gonna have.. a guest. >_>;; a very special guest. (some of you know who.) needless to say, I'm gonna be REALLY busy with said guest, and so, everything I need to do will be delayed and it might be hard to track me down. x.x
sorries.
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GASP!
Mar 15, 2005 23:22:20 GMT -5
Post by Xenon on Mar 15, 2005 23:22:20 GMT -5
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GASP!
Mar 15, 2005 21:14:00 GMT -5
Post by Xenon on Mar 15, 2005 21:14:00 GMT -5
see, math and I have an abusive relationship. it loves me and I'm good at it, but I can't stand it. unfortunately, my true love, chemistry, requires that I allow math its affections. ~_~
I have a deep appreciation for pi, however. <3
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GASP!
Mar 15, 2005 20:30:26 GMT -5
Post by Xenon on Mar 15, 2005 20:30:26 GMT -5
it was Pi Day yesterday (3/14= 3.14) and I did not see any celebrating here. >: to make up for it, have pi to 1000 decimals. 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693 99375105820974944592307816406286208998628034 82534211706798214808651328230664709384460955 05822317253594081284811174502841027019385211 05559644622948954930381964428810975665933446 12847564823378678316527120190914564856692346 03486104543266482133936072602491412737245870 06606315588174881520920962829254091715364367 89259036001133053054882046652138414695194151 16094330572703657595919530921861173819326117 93105118548074462379962749567351885752724891 22793818301194912983367336244065664308602139 49463952247371907021798609437027705392171762 93176752384674818467669405132000568127145263 56082778577134275778960917363717872146844090 12249534301465495853710507922796892589235420 19956112129021960864034418159813629774771309 96051870721134999999837297804995105973173281 60963185950244594553469083026425223082533446 85035261931188171010003137838752886587533208 38142061717766914730359825349042875546873115 95628638823537875937519577818577805321712268 066130019278766111959092164201989
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Post by Xenon on Mar 13, 2005 3:12:11 GMT -5
I should be sleeping.
however, I am not. instead I am planning the demise of many head crabs. kill it with the crowbar, kekekekekeke..
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Post by Xenon on Mar 12, 2005 20:08:48 GMT -5
Wacom-anything. I'm using a small one, about the size of a mouse pad, and it pwns.
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Post by Xenon on Mar 9, 2005 18:16:21 GMT -5
heee, thank you, everyone! I know it ended up a bit... long, but this is even a condensed version because I didn't want my teacher to be totally overwhelmed. ^^;
I'ma tell a secret - this world is the same world Tsumes are from, and I have a massive project in the works about it. It's something I have ambitions of one day publishing, should I manage to finish it.
anyway. so if I should write more short stories, would you like me to continue to post them?
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Post by Xenon on Mar 8, 2005 21:32:38 GMT -5
He could see the lion, though his spirit was currently without eyes. He felt its breath on his skin, saw its glinting ruby eyes and shining diamond claws. Its mouth opened to roar, and there was no sound-
“Autumn.”
-but the rush of air. A yawn, and he had been panicking. And why? He was a god, albeit one without physical form. But still a-
“Autumn. Where is Milan.”
-god! Wait, the lion was speaking to him. There it was, on the back of its oversized ear, a tattoo. It was no lion, it was the Celestial from before! The one-
“Open your eyes, Autumn. We need to find Milan.”
-who had been defending the flower. Milan.. Winter had Milan.
The man sat up, eyes opening suddenly. “Winter has her.” he gasped, each breath sending a flame of pain through his body. “We need… To go to Winter.”
He wasn’t at all shocked when he turned to see the stone lion crouched over him as it had once crouched over the lily. Its tail flicked from side to side quickly, displaying the Celestial’s agitation. A low growl emerged from its throat as Autumn spoke, and in a flash it was on its feet. “Then we must leave! Ride on my back, your new body is not yet ready to walk on its own.”
Autumn crawled onto the beast, barely able to muster the strength he needed to curl his fingers into its thick coat in order to hoist himself up. His legs trembled as he pulled himself on, and once he was secure, it roared loudly and leapt into the sky. Gigantic paws landed on the air as if it were solid ground and the beast rose into the sky effortlessly, seemingly tireless in its movements. Winter’s lands were far to the north, but the Celestial traveled quickly, and it was not long until the two had crossed the border. The cold hit them like a wall, stealing Autumn’s breath and chilling him so that he began shivering violently. Clouds and flakes of snow swirled around them, and their air hung before them like puffs of smoke. Far below, Autumn’s keen eyes made out the shapes of great dragons moving across the land, hunting their prey, and before them rose Winter’s tower like a black icicle.
The lion leapt onto the spire, roaring loudly. Autumn crouched low, silently cursing the roar - all in the area would now know of their location. A girl’s cry rose to meet the lion’s, and Milan’s head appeared in a barred window. The lion ran to her, and Autumn quickly shattered the thick bars and took the girl into his arms. He held her close, using his own body to shelter her from the cold, and leaned against the lion. Autumn glanced up, crying out a warning as Winter’s face appeared in the window, creased with rage. The lion snarled at the god, swiping at him with a paw, claws unsheathed and eager for blood. Winter fell back with a scream of outrage, and the lion leapt from the tower and into the sky once more. This time, however, he was not alone. Dozens of Winter’s finest creations, the Ikai-Kanuth, followed them, screaming out battle cries as they dove towards the rescuers. A transparent shield of red and orange formed around them, Autumn holding it in place with what little energy he had left. The Celestial ran, ignoring the occasional blows dealt to it by dragon’s talons, and headed straight for the mountains.
Eventually, Winter’s minions slowed and circled back, returning to the central spire for new orders, for they could not follow Autumn once he crossed into his own domain. The lion circled the cliffs several times before descending upon the precipice where Autumn had first discovered the flower. It bowed its head low to the god as soon as he and Milan had climbed off its back, a mighty purr rising from its chest as the girl hugged it tightly.
“Autumn...” she whispered, looking at him with eyes that shone with tears. “I cannot stay, you know.. Please let me return to what I was - a flower dwelling at my father’s feet. You have shown me so much kindness, but do not ask me to stay like this. I fear I will die, or Winter will seek me out again.”
Autumn felt as though his heart was torn in two. He hung his head, overwhelmed by his sorrow at the idea of the loss of his greatest creation. “I understand, Milan. Think of me fondly.”
He reached towards the girl, hesitating for a moment as his fingers connected with her skin. He looked toward the ground as his continued to move, past the physical boundaries of skin, muscle, and bone, feeling into her very soul for the strings that held his spell together. His fingers closed around a key strand and he pulled on it, undoing the knot and unraveling the strands quickly. She left as she had come, with a flash of light, and where the girl had once been, only a single flower remained. The Celestial growled, pleased, and a shudder passed through its body as it became stone once again. Autumn lingered there for a moment, his eyes dulled with the pain of loss, and turned to leave.
Emptiness filled the heart of the god as he looked around his study. There was nothing left of Milan but his notes, which he halfheartedly sorted through. Something bright fell from the book, and he knelt to pick it up. A small blue pouch lay on the floor, and his eyes shone with curiosity. He slowly looked inside, and a small sound of joy escaped him as he saw what was there - many small, red and gold seeds, colors that matched those of his beautiful blossom Milan. As he turned the small seed in his palm, admiring the light which glimmered off of them, he knew they would one day become the greatest beauty of all.
His heart eased, Autumn the hermit-god returned to his studies, a smile of unbridled joy on his face.
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Post by Xenon on Mar 8, 2005 21:32:23 GMT -5
Oooh, so I wrote a story in my English class. >_> Want other people to read it, so, here it is. It's set in a world of my own creation, and all characters are mine kthx.
It was the middle of a frigid autumn. But then, it always was in that place, that place where yellow-red leaves tumbled from near-skeletal trees every month. The wind blew from the north and carried with it a threat of winter to come, but it was an empty threat - even through the cold, and the long nights, the sun still shone brightly through the blackened tangle of trees, fighting to warm the earth.
And the ruler of that place, the god who was called Autumn for all he represented, called these lands his home. In a tower built high into the black cliffs that separated Summer’s lands from his own, Autumn sat and planned. His vivid crimson eyes darted across ancient manuscripts from the dawn of time, notes he had taken millennia ago. That was when he and the other three Gods of Season had worked with the Elemental Goddesses to create all life. He knew that somewhere in those scripts, the secret to beauty must be hidden.
For many long nights he worked, hunched over a desk facing a window. From that window he could see all of his eternal fall, from the dusty plains, to the flaming forests. To the casual observer, there was no need for him to seek out beauty, for it already surrounded him. But Autumn was a man obsessed, and he continued his search. He worked with flashes of color and ancient runes, painting mystic symbols into the very air until they swirled around his head to become creatures of the night - but they were not dream-like by any means. They all had twisted faces and yellowed fangs, and from their elegant paws grew twisted, dagger-like claws. When his every effort resulted in these demonic creatures, the god went into hiding and banished his failed experiments to the far reaches of his domain.
In the lands to the north, Winter heard of Autumn’s sorrows from his many spies, and his cunning mind went to work.
Autumn brushed his orange hair out of his face, slowly weaving the silky strands into a shoulder-length braid. There were heavy purple bags under his eyes from many nights where study and research came before rest, and very often rest didn’t come at all. In truth, it worried the god, as he knew that he was pushing the body he had created to house his spirit to its very limits. It required time to make a new form, should the old wear out, and time was not something the god liked to waste. He let out a deep sigh, and shut the book that sat on the table before him. A cloud of dust filled the room, and Autumn waved it away lazily, rubbing his nose with his free hand. The results of his last attempt at creating beauty crouched before him, yellow eyes glowing slightly in the haze of the room. It hissed loudly at him and bore its long fangs, and he hissed back. The creature exploded in a flash of crimson, leaving Autumn alone once more.
He leaned back, growling with anger, and rested his legs on the desk, crumpling the papers that sat there. “I created the world, once.” He whispered to no one in particular, eyes closed. “So why, now, does beauty escape me..?”
“Because you ignore that which surrounds you.”
Autumn leapt from his seat, narrowing his eyes. A tall man stood in the corner, black hair hanging over his eyes, snowflakes falling around him. “Winter,” Autumn whispered, words coming out in a breathy gasp. The tall, pale man smiled widely.
“Autumn, it’s good to see you again,” he exclaimed, spreading his arms wide in a mock of an affectionate greeting. His dark blue eyes shone with a deadly malice, and Autumn took a few steps back, clearly intimidated. “A little bird told me of your troubles, and I’ve come to offer my advice. Look to the far corners of your domain, to the highest cliffs. There grows a flower there, a lily... It is called the Lion’s Pride, and it grows at the foot of a Celestial who disobeyed our orders and was turned to stone. Take it. Transmute it into the beauty that you seek.”
The orange-haired man stared at Winter, able only to watch as the lanky god vanished in a cold flash, leaving icicles on the ceiling above where he had stood and snowflakes drifting through the air.
“The Lion’s Pride.” he murmured to himself, over and over again, until it began to sound like a lullaby.
Autumn traveled by sky, on a pair of wings like those of eagles. He flew for days, never landing, and abandoned his love for food and sleep, which the gods enjoyed but did not require. Eventually, he reached the place where his territory and Winter’s met. The land rose up in jagged spikes that hid their faces high in the clouds, rising to impossible heights. Autumn flared his wings and descended slowly, dropping to his feet once he was close enough. He snapped his fingers and the wings vanished, leaving him to wander on foot through the narrow paths leading along the mountains.
He climbed for days, taking note of the various structures hidden within the rock so that he might remember them to return in the future. He did not tire, but he felt the form his spirit inhabited begin to grow weak and knew that he would need to build a new body upon returning, as he had pushed this one to its limit.
Finally, he found it. There was a place where it looked as though the mountains had been split into two parts by a giant’s blade, and a narrow precipice jutted out over the edge. Autumn peered over the ledge, and far below, he spied a river. This river he knew to be the Iraki Suteneth, the border between the god’s domains. It was swollen with melt-off from the mountain’s snowy peaks, and continued to carve at the stone that surrounded it. Carefully, Autumn moved onto the narrow path, placing a hand on the mountain’s face to steady himself, and began to walk. Every once in a while, tiny bits of stone broke off and tumbled down, causing him to pause. He knew it would be easier to fly to the location of the lily, but the winds that occasionally whipped between the cliffs kept him grounded.
The path broadened, becoming a long platform that reached over the edge. Perching there, as if surveying the river, was a gigantic stone lion with ruby eyes. The god stood still for a moment, thinking hard. This was the Celestial Winter had told him of, so where was the flower..?
The wind picked up, and in that second he caught a glimpse of yellow-orange by the lion’s paws. He moved to it, a wry grin appearing on his face as he came to stand before the stone titan. Growing directly between the huge paws was a single flower. Its leaves were spread wide as if hugging the beast that loomed over it, and the god could not deny that it reminded him of a child. He slowly encircled it with his slender fingers, pulling the entire plant - roots and all - from the earth.
“Thank you,” he whispered to the lion, then spread his wings and flew as only the gods knew how.
The flower sat in a glass of water on his desk, totally oblivious to the chaos and disorder that surrounded it on all sides. Autumn worked at a frenzied pace, surrounding both vase and flower in the glowing runes from before. As he wrote them, they slid into his target until it shone with a brilliant, ethereal light. When he finally stopped his writing, he bit his lip hard and swore that Winter would die if he proved false. A flash of light filled the room, and Autumn cursed loudly as a momentary blindness took him.
Slowly, the glowing dots receded from his vision. The room was completely still, and where the flower had once stood, there crouched a naked girl. Her skin was pale yellow with fading to red at her fingers, toes, and ears, then dusted with black spots like freckles. Her hair was long and green, hanging in wild tangles like vines. She slowly raised her eyes to Autumn, who continued to stare at her openly.
“Hello,” she said in a voice which was little more than a whisper, and Autumn ran forward to embrace her.
“My beautiful flower,” he crooned, overcome with joy. “My milan. That will be your name.. Milan.”
For the following weeks, Autumn studied every aspect of what he considered his greatest creation, writing down and illustrating her behaviors. She was fascinated by plants, and terrified of open flame - and had the curious ability to heal any wound. This was what mystified Autumn the most, as he brought a rabbit that had been impaled to her, and in seconds it was hopping about as if nothing had happened.
He sent word to Winter of his discoveries, and it wasn’t long until the pale man came to see Milan with his own eyes.
“Curious,” he murmured as Autumn had the girl demonstrate her ability on a three-legged dog. “Very curious..” his icy eyes glittered, and he took a mental note of the way that Autumn rained praise upon the girl and rarely looked away from her.
His plan was unfolding. This was what he wanted, but was unable to find, for every time he had traveled to the stone lion, it had awoken, roaring loudly and blocking off the flower. He expected that the Celestial lion would be able to sense his motives, but needed proof. Winter watched his crimson-haired cohort, his guinea pig in this experiment. Autumn, who had no idea of the flower’s potential, had pure intentions and so the lion allowed him to pick the precious blossom. He had even taken Winter’s ambitions a step forward and turning the flower into a person, and he had proved Winter‘s thoughts. This healing ability, this talent, would give him exactly what he needed to widen his range of influence. And Autumn, the love-struck fool, wouldn’t know what had happened until it was much too late. He moved slowly behind the other, eyes still locked on the child, then slammed his fist into the small of Autumn’s back.
There was a sharp crack, and Autumn’s world faded to black as his physical form gave a deep shudder and perished.
(con't in next post)
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Post by Xenon on Mar 3, 2005 21:34:24 GMT -5
it's hard to accept change. I know this all too well. ^^; but without change.. well, you never really get older. you never learn, never mature, never experience life..
..it's probably pretty obvious I just finished some changes, isn't it? o.o;;
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