|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
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
Through the Forever Twilight 3Well that was exciting, I yawned. Im ready for a nap now.
You said it, he said sleepily. But Zelda might have other plans for us.
Great, I said sarcastically.
We arrived at Castle Town and strode through the gates. We left Epona at the
stables and headed for the castle, only to be greeted by a very angry princess.
WHERE WERE YOU?! she yelled at me. THE GUARDS TOLD ME YOU
LEFT THE TOWN ON HORSEBACK WITHOUT PERMISSION!
Hey, hey, take it easy! She was with me! Link said.
Well I needed her here so we could prepare for the royal Hyrule Ball!
WHAT?! I yelled. A ball?! What for?!
Every year, all the royals of Hyrule gather for meetings that last a couple days,
and are ended with the traditional ball, Link explained.
And youll be my date this year, right?
it perches on my rounded lips
as a bird prepared for flight.
I will fill it with my soul
until it's bulging - days stretched
so thin they hardly separate
and butterfly mornings blur
into strawberry eves.
In a blink it will be gone,
a breath too hard and
beneath the harvest(ed)
in pleasing arrangements-
to be laid
upon the flowerbed
Mother NatureThere is a soul,
That seems to flow,
Beneath the gold,
Of the suns glow.
It flows within,
It floats within,
You feel its breath,
In the wind,
You feel its death,
With every sin.
It does not think,
It does not hate,
It only loves,
It doesn’t berate.
And her breath,
We have a peaceful death
SeptemberThe page hasn't turned
The sun tilts on the edge
Before it falls
You have caught it already
Trees with a hesitant shudder
Shake leaves that aren't ready to die
The breath passes
But when you look up
The clouds are pulling back
They have smelled it
They are leaving the thick air
Near the ground
To escape it
But you have to stay
And when you feel it again
There will be frost
Cigarettes and AutumnsAll these cigarettes and autumns are piling up
on me. Dead leaf at dusk from a
hoary apple tree.
Eden's falling with each
tick of the tock, measured by periodic
fingers counting down an imaginary clock.
I can nearly see the golden leaves
dancing on the breeze while the
incense smell of burning fronds
waft tenaciously through the trees.
It's a good time to be alive.
Soon enough the frost on the window's
going to hide the impending
autumn happening outside.
So presently I'm exhaling stale smoke
on the window, lamenting summer's
passing with a clear view
of each hue of a burning bush,
of each push towards doom
already intent on being reborn.
Fascinated by the symmetry.
Fascinated by the symmetry.
Last Days of AutumnDays grow shorter, the air more chill and crisp
Sweaters will be replaced with coats in a matter of days
Awaiting the final leaf of autumn to fall
Cool breezes shift gears into frigid winds
Gray clouds blanket the once blue sky
The sun hiding its shy face behind the the dyed cotton puffs
Rakes and leaf blowers emerge from hibernation in their garage dens
Wildlife gather the last of their food for a three-month slumber
Soon rain will be substituted with snow
As the last days of autumn come and go
Opening welcome arms for Christmas, for school holidays, for New Year's
Bidding farewell to autumn and good day to winter
Everyone Forgets the RainThe lightning tore into the clouds
Their pale, innocent faces darkened and their eyes shut
Their eyes shut and their blood turned to water
The water, their blood, their tears, poured down upon the earth
The thunder cried, loud wails echoing across the sky
And the lightning grew brighter, prideful in its massacre
And as the lightning swelled with pride, the thunder
That poor, poor mother, cried for the loss of her children
She cursed the lightning, cursed the man that would dare take her children from her
And the clouds, those poor children, those happy, innocent children
They withered as they cried, as they bled out in the sky
And as I looked upon the spectacle
As I stared up at the sky
As their tears hit my face
As their blood drenched my hair
My own tears joined in the mixture of their blood
Their sorrow became my own
And as the clouds finally dissipated
As the thunder quieted, her grief stealing her voice
As the lightning vanished, having stolen the lives of his children
I was blind
Beauty, Concerning a Spider WebDew drops catch the first light
From the rising sun, still stretching
As it awakens for another day,
It’s routine tasks unchanged.
The shadows shrink as the new day dawns,
The heat of day lighting up everything.
Not much is hidden from its scorching rays
As the day burns on.
The web, now devoid of moisture,
Is hidden from view, remaining
Invisible to all who pass it by,
Its beauty unrecognized.
As the sun starts it's eventual descent,
The world becomes restless as the
Light it adjusted to for vision
Starts to fade.
Shadows stretch across the ground,
Darkness slowly taking over as
The moon graces the sky, taking watch
Over the world below.
Soft white light bathes the world,
Dancing along the surface and
Adding a sense of wonder.
And the spider web, forgotten during
The day, now catches the moonlight as it
Dances along it's threads, bringing it to life.
Nature then readies to repeat its melody.
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.
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More