/ is this poetry? /you crush stars with your breath/ is this poetry? / by dreameroftheblue
in your glance
like a shattered sword
and it matters not
how many tears you cry
how much of your mind is spilled
how many hours are spent in malaise
you might cry
but remember your tears are like
so cry, little girl
your tears are valid
wretched returnThe dragon lay, curled protectively around the last remaining treasure she had. Her pride. Smoke fumed from her nostrils, a clear sign of aggression and contempt. None of the shipmates dared approach her. The only common sense of theirs that seemed to remain.wretched return by dreameroftheblue
Fools, the lot of them, she thought, snorting an extra thick tendril of grey smoke.
The chains around her ankles clinked as she stood for a stretch. The attention of all loitering bipeds focused on her so quickly it was almost comical. Almost. She opened her wings and lunged forward, joints popping from lying motionless for so long. For extra show and to remind them who they were opposing, she threw open her jaws in a wide yawn. The exposition of her fearsome, stark white teeth made them all cringe further. Satisfied, she settled back into place on the numbing bars of the cage, and spit a bit of flame because she could. Not too much of course, as she had to retain as much energy as possible should they decide to turn on her
confessions of a teenage merman"Oliverrr!" The centaur's voice rang out loud and clear over the calm lake. No response, not even a ripple. He sat. He could wait a while.confessions of a teenage merman by dreameroftheblue
Not a heartbeat later, the surface broke. Two hazel eyes peered at him from beneath long dark bangs. Fins, in the place of ears, perked up when he saw him. "Oh, Chester! Sorry, I thought you were coming later." The boy's voice was melodic, soft, and almost musical. Not far beneath the surface, his tail swished apologetically. He averted his eyes.
"It's alright," Chester chuckled and smiled at the merman, whose whiskers twitched in return. "Are you hungry?"
"Hungry...? Oh, yeah, a bit I guess." He shrugged. He was glad to have most of his body underwater; it muffled the snitching rumble of his stomach.
"Good. I brought something for you." Slinging a deerskin bag off his shoulder, he reached inside, pulled something out and tossed it to Oliver. Eager fins grabbed at the morsel. His eyes widened instantly. "Whoooa..." Was all he could say.
|I have quite a few things to do (I'M SO SORRY TRADERS I'LL FINISH SOON I PROMISE YOU), so I'm putting a list here so that I can have all of them in one place and it'll probably make me work faster :> |
bluenonamerunt (body pillows sleeep)
None at the moment
No thank you
... unless it's someone I really really love like Romania or myself ahaH
YOU CAN'T KNOW THAT IT'S A SURPRISE MUAHAHAHA