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Through the Demon's Eyes
"Where were you last night?" the elders barked at me as I cringed at their harsh tone. I couldn't tell them that I had deliberately escaped out from the castle walls to meet one of the enemy clan of the Rito; Bird People. The Wolfos clans, my clan of wolf people, were forbidden from ever cavorting with them. Course, curiosity killed the cat, but in this case it saved the wolf.
My mind fluttered back to my first encounter, which was years before. I wandered outside of the castle one night while I was under the influence of my strange "condition," except I would call it more a curse. My people are able to turned into the forms of wolves, hence the name "Wolfos." Unfortunately, my condition alters my form hideously like that of a demon. Even worse is that my mind completely vanishes, leaving pure bloodthirsty and irrational instincts. All human reasoning has le
Single Strands of Hope -Story-
It was a muggy, foggy day as the sun hung high in the air, but a slight chill was still evident. I rode my horse along the vast plains of Hyrule Field in search of food, water, or shelter. I clutched my black cloak around my shoulders to keep warm as my other hand rested on the hilt of my sword.
It had been seven years since the takeover from the Evil Gerudo King Ganondorf and Hyrule had fallen into chaos. Ever since the princess disappeared and the Hero of Time was sealed, thievery, murder, and even rape had become rampant. All was falling perfectly into the hands of darkness. Not that I was about to let that happen.
I was a part of a small band of rebels trying to thwart Ganondorf, searching for recruits. I used this cover for my true purpose, to find the Hero of Time, my brother, Link.
My name is Noella. I was born in the house of royals and lived there till my little bro
Icicle EyesDecember girl:
the snowflakes glittering
in your wind-blown hair
to the icicles
in your eyes.
6:30 ante meridiemI open my mouth to suck in a breath
The morning’s frost kisses my teeth
And I shiver.
IciclesWarm, soft air,
Breath as a ghost on the breeze
condensing into a fine mist,
Dancing bitter pirouettes
and whispering silken omens,
as petals in the snow.
Cold, hard earth,
Crunching miniature cities
with a single, gentle footfall,
Loping, silent, singing
liquid silver racing,
Urgent, fateful missions
as glacial rivers flow.
Delicate, crystal bells,
Delightful, intricate daggers
deceiving battered flesh,
Garnished, bruised, marked
fantastic rainbow shades,
Radiating fractures leak
as veins of shattered pearl.
Harsh, rasping nails,
Driving blizzards shrieking
blue, murderous claws,
Acute fangs clenching
against blasphemous vows,
Fall to the depths
of ostracised perdition.
CuriosityMy name is Curiosity.
And I didn't kill your cat.
Stupidity led the angel towards me, where he had set a trap.
So much crimson had stained my hands because of their work.
By "they" I mean Stupidity and Nerve of course
They take the lives of the innocent.
But the burden always falls upon me.
"Curiosity killed the cat" they say.
But how could I, don't you see?
My only weapon is wonder.
But they all still look upon me with hatred, dread, and misery.
As if I had centuries of blood on my hands.
When I never could
winterIt is 21 degrees Fahrenheit outside
and the air shudders in its icy grip:
pine needles frosted in fairy dust
and breath lost in the elegance of silver spiderwebs.
Ice, white and black, coats sidewalks,
sliding dogs' paws out from under their owners
and disappointing children in its solidity;
ponds drip like spoiled milk onto the pelts
of voles burrowed in their homes for the winter.
Harrowed birds flutter and squabble
over the remainder of seeds lost
under a bench by the rats' nest.
They wheel and peck above summer-flung stones
hurled on a day when a different kind of pond froze.
Take Me to the EarthTake me to the earth,
Where ancient gnomes
And sweet russet nuts
In sturdy stone hearths
Whilst they swap tales
Of olden forest mothers
Giving birth to bears
And hares in the places
Where the tree spirits
Ensnare colorful flowers
And use their powers
To call down the rain
To empower the soil
Making it rich and loamy
To nourish deep roots
And blades of grass
That surround magical
Waters that display
Reflections like glass
Allow me to gather
The squirrels and
The bees and the
Birds that dwell
Within the trees
To drink from these
Crystal clear and opaque
Pools whilst humor-filled
Fairies dance like fools
Until my stomach
Swells with a healthy girth
Oh ye elder gods,
Take me to the earth...
Hiding The PainOnce held safely by her lies
Then torn apart by the truth;
One who was so angelic
Now a demon in front of you.
It all seems so new and horrid
A fresh scar in your mind;
But you're here in his embrace
Safe from that who harms.
Hatred does not fill your heart
It is filled with sorrow and grief.
All the pain is eased though
By the love you both share.
Though the memory will never leave
Always there before your eyes.
A veil hides your nightmare,
So you may enjoy the moment at hand.
The Beast of the Mists
The clouds lay dormant,
Silent and grey,
As the white misty fog covered the dormant town
In a pall of silence.
Children hid within their homes
As mothers did their housework.
Little did they know that the creature of the wild lurked among that fog.
The creature of the wild moved with uncertainty and fright,
Snout in the air,
Searching for safety.
It flew down the pavements
Of the muggy, foggy roads,
Finding a place to hide,
A home for it to keep.
I slumped in the house,
Wishing to be free,
When electricity seemed to surge through my body,
Telling me to go outside.
I crept to the door with such curiosity and excitement,
"What could be on the other side?" I thought.
I pulled open the white wooden door to a silver misty realm.
A beast of the forest,
Glistened silver faced,
Grey body shimmering.
Its golden eyes pierced my own
With a strange calm about them.
Suddenly fear was plain on its face as its body shook
Like a windblown tree.
My sister towered behind me,
Screaming in terror.
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