King's Man
Jack watched the captive princess closely with his eyes that glowed with an eerie golden light, curious about whom he was guarding. Being a wraith, he was one of the few technically undead who could still feel actual emotions. She was barely more than a girl, with dark chocolate hair that looked like it was once quite lovely framing still-bright eyes the light color of butterscotch. Despite the girl's royal upbringing, Jack's trained eyes spotted faint callouses on her fingers and scarring on her left wrist that spoke of plenty of time using a bow and arrows. The thought caused the guard to flinch slightly at a faded memory
Gems
Kayla sat beneath a massive lone willow tree, completely alone beneath the autumn leaves of even larger surrounding oaks as the sun rose higher into the sky. Tall grass surrounded the tree, growing shorter near the base where it had been flattened by frequent wear, most likely by the aforementioned auburn-haired muse who was currently leaning back against the smooth bark, listening to the noise of a nearby brook. A few songbirds had alighted in the surrounding branches and were now singing heir song to one another with light, drifting notes as they flitted from branch to branch. A small smile found its place on Kayla's face ass a t
Learned from the Best by JoshArgentine, literature
Literature
Learned from the Best
Learning from the Best
Breathing deeply, quickly, harshly,
Sweat and soot mixed
In a bitter scent by the fire.
Slashing, clashing, sweeping swiftly,
Dueling the day away,
Sparks fly from shining steel
As swords flash under noonday sun.
Finally falling, worn, exhausted,
Collapsing on the evening earth,
Water slides down an arid throat
As sparring partners rest.
"A good fight, that!"
And the student nods tiredly.
"You pass,"
He continues, smiling wearily.
A great smile splits
Her serious face,
Beaming bright like
Evening sunlight as the
Fire fades
And the cool shade of evening
Grants sweet reprieve
From the light to al
King's Man
Jack watched the captive princess closely with his eyes that glowed with an eerie golden light, curious about whom he was guarding. Being a wraith, he was one of the few technically undead who could still feel actual emotions. She was barely more than a girl, with dark chocolate hair that looked like it was once quite lovely framing still-bright eyes the light color of butterscotch. Despite the girl's royal upbringing, Jack's trained eyes spotted faint callouses on her fingers and scarring on her left wrist that spoke of plenty of time using a bow and arrows. The thought caused the guard to flinch slightly at a faded memory
Gems
Kayla sat beneath a massive lone willow tree, completely alone beneath the autumn leaves of even larger surrounding oaks as the sun rose higher into the sky. Tall grass surrounded the tree, growing shorter near the base where it had been flattened by frequent wear, most likely by the aforementioned auburn-haired muse who was currently leaning back against the smooth bark, listening to the noise of a nearby brook. A few songbirds had alighted in the surrounding branches and were now singing heir song to one another with light, drifting notes as they flitted from branch to branch. A small smile found its place on Kayla's face ass a t
Learned from the Best by JoshArgentine, literature
Literature
Learned from the Best
Learning from the Best
Breathing deeply, quickly, harshly,
Sweat and soot mixed
In a bitter scent by the fire.
Slashing, clashing, sweeping swiftly,
Dueling the day away,
Sparks fly from shining steel
As swords flash under noonday sun.
Finally falling, worn, exhausted,
Collapsing on the evening earth,
Water slides down an arid throat
As sparring partners rest.
"A good fight, that!"
And the student nods tiredly.
"You pass,"
He continues, smiling wearily.
A great smile splits
Her serious face,
Beaming bright like
Evening sunlight as the
Fire fades
And the cool shade of evening
Grants sweet reprieve
From the light to al
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...and so is noticing how sadistic that title sounds. XD
Currently, struggling to find something to write about other than the history of Jaindur. Also, I am now accepting prompts. Anything is welcome; I'll do my best to fill it.
I'M ALIVE!!! ...Mostly.
Have one thing posted up now, working on some more. I know somebody out there is going "holy crap, he posted?!" Yeah.
Also, If somebody wants to try illustrating a scene or character, etc. from my works, just let me know, and I will put up a more detailed description for you.