Rhys Mayiessen

[color=indigo]Hehe I love the pony! When you first told me i was scared that it was going to be a pony with the stars on their butts! Lol I really like the demon guy too![/color]

[color=indigo]OOC: I don't think I am going to be able to play in my own RPG anymore..i broke my right wrist and can't type long messages...-__-[/color]

[color=indigo]Lol i don't think i can play in this RPG anymore. I broke my right wrist on wednesday night so i can't post very long posts. You can recuit someone else in my place...[/color]

[color=indigo]Oh wow that's awesome! Lol i wish i could shade like that...Anyways great job![/color]

[color=indigo]You know what Yuka-kitsune? I wouldn't talk. Anyways I think its a really good drawing of Tea^^ Hehe I've never really tried to draw her. The only ones I've drawn are Bakura, Yami Bakura, Malik, and Yami Malik^^[/color]

[color=indigo]I think you should just stay as friends. If she doesn't feel that way about you...don't tell her you do! That was a stupid mistake when I told the guy I like (who's been my friend for 3 years) that I like him. We grew farther apart. Its just better to stay as friends.[/color]

[color=indigo][i]Maurynna shifted uneasily in her chair. She felt as if something was wrong at Dragonskeep. She tried to dispell the feeling from her mind but it kept coming back to her. Maurynna-[/i]"I'm sorry Indrid but I have to go. I have something to do." [i]Indrid nodded to show he understood and Maurynna rushed out of the inn. She looked around for a place big enough to Change. She spotted with her sharp eyes a field, not to far off, and big enough to Change in. She ran with surprising speed and reached the field in a matter of minutes. She focused her mind on the Change when she heard her dragon counterpart, Kyrissaean, roar in rage.[/i] Kyrissaean, please let me change! I feel that the Dragonskeep is in danger and I want to be there to help. Everyone looks down on me because I'm the one Dragonlord that cannot Change. [i]Maurynna pleaded to Kyrissaean. She heard nothing for long moments then a deep rumble.[/i] *Fine. I'll let you Change, only because I feel that dragon kind is endanger.* [i]Maurynna let out a sigh of relief. She concentrated on the Change and felt herself become a red mist. Dragonlords are vulnerable at this stage, for if anyone puts a sword through the mist, Maurynna would be unmade. To her relief, Maurynna felt herself become solid agian. This time though, she appeared as a green dragon, her scales glisening in the moonlight. Maurynna jumped into the air with her powerful hindlegs and was airborn in seconds. She roared into the air with her joy at flying for the first time since her First Change. She then set a course for Dragonskeep.[/color][/i]

[color=indigo]I really want to fence but I'm going to have to wait until the fall before I can sign up for one of the classes. They don't seem to have any running in the summer. Probably cause everyone would be away. Well hopefully Darkmoon and I will get to fence in the fall!^^[/color]

[color=indigo]Lol I still couldn't put up the rest...it was still too long...here's some more though if you want to read it... I used my other senses to guide me, to make up for the sense I lost. My hearing intensified, to my ire, for I could now hear the laughter from farther away. He was beside me everyday, supporting me in silence by just walking with me through the hallways. I felt as though I could lift my head proudly and face everyone, even though I couldn?t see them. Soon after, I learned to walk by myself. Most of the laughing and taunting stopped, and some people even became friends with me. They weren?t true friends though; they didn?t accept me for who I was like he did. I felt like I was normal again, almost. A few, the popular, still made a game out of making fun of me, tripping me. Who could trip me the most was their favorite. I found a way to hear them before they tripped me though they still managed to even overcome that. Some people would even begin to stand up for me, after they actually came to know my personality, after they came to know my pain. Even some of the teachers that used to ignore me began to realize that I was a human being and should be treated like one. One horribly fateful day the ?popular? kids decided they had had enough of me. They wanted to deflate my courage and my pride. They surrounded me in an empty hallway and began to push me around the circle. They laughed when someone pushed me too hard and I fell to my knees. They wanted me to cry but I would not give them that satisfaction. There was no way I was going to lose face again. When they decided to trip me I know that I could let them do that either. I had gained too much recognition to let them do it to me now. I concentrated on the noise around me; I could hear the scrape of a foot across the linoleum floor before the foot crossed my path. I walked along, lifting my foot whenever one of theirs came near until I made it out of their cruel little circle. With my dignity in tacked I walked out of the hallway, my head held high. I was elated. I had finally stood up for myself. I had to tell him the good news. I thought he would be so proud of me. I walked down the hallway towards his locker. I couldn?t hear his voice but I assumed that he didn?t have anyone near him to talk to. I called out his name and heard the quiver of excitement in my voice. I felt my heart skip a beat when one of his friends answered me instead. I asked him of my friend?s whereabouts and heard the surprise in his voice when he asked me if I already didn?t know. I shook my head, unable to breathe. I could tell that something was wrong by the tone of his voice. In a subdued tone he told me that yesterday after school a gang surrounded him. He tried to get away but it was useless. Some of them held him still while the others beat him senseless. When the police found him they rushed him to the hospital but it was too late. My friend was brain dead. I turned around and walked away so his friend couldn?t see the tears that flowed freely from my sightless eyes. I knew that it was my fault he was in the hospital, worse off than dead. I also knew who did it to him. I felt that I should be in his place. That night I asked my mom if she could take me to the hospital. I knew she understood my pain for she had seen the miraculous transformation in me with her own eyes. When I arrived at the hospital I felt the tears trickle down my face. I wasn?t sure if I could face him, if I could ?see? him in that condition. I finally made up my mind to go so the nurse led me to his room and left me alone with him. At first I wasn?t even sure if anyone else was in the room. Then I heard his faint breathing and the soft beep of the machine that was keeping him alive. I felt my way across the room and sat down on a seat beside the bed. I groped around until I found his hand. It was cold and lifeless and if I didn?t hear his soft breathing I would have thought him dead. Later, I heard the door open and the nurse tell me that visiting time was over because he needed his rest. I almost laughed at the irony. Rest! He didn?t even know I was there beside him. Instead of laughing though, I nodded my head and followed her out the door. The next day at school I felt as though I had lost the will to live. There was no point to life, not without him. I walked the hallways with my head bowed and my feet dragged across the floor as I walked. The popular felt my defeat and depression and fed off it like leeches. I again heard the snickering and taunting behind my back but it didn?t matter anymore, nothing mattered. If I had actually paid attention and was awake from my stupor, I would have noticed that some still stood up for me like real friends. I would not eat or continue to learn Braille; I felt that I had no need for it anymore, not where I was going.[/color]

[color=indigo]I regret a lot of the mistakes I have made in life. But its not like regretting is really going to change what you have done. You just have to move on with your life and remember not to do the same mistake again^^[/color]

[color=indigo]Ahahahahahahahahaha! Oh wait...you said don't laugh...okay then. And you said you didn't like drawing people kissing. Tsk tsk. Lol of course as always I love it, like all your drawings. I couldn't critize it cause you draw way better than me. Is that Aurora...or whatever her name is?[/color]

[color=indigo][i]Maurynna reached out with her mind, trying to contact Linden. She shook her head. He was too far away. Erasing Linden from her mind, Maurynna took a different aproach. She searched for other Dragonlord minds nearby. She felt the familiar tingle at the back of her brain telling her that she had reached a Dragonlord mind. She recognized Indrid. She wandered again this time finding two other Dragonlord minds, right in the inn. Maurynna sighed, relieved. So some of them had already come. Now they just had to wait until the meeting at Dragonskeep ajoured and for the Lady to send more Dragonlords to search for the Fraternity of Blood. Maurynna entered the inn again and sat back down again. Indrid tried to start a polite conversation but she silently rebuked him. She didn't really feel like talking at the moment. All she felt like doing was waiting, and dreading.[/color][/i]

[color=indigo]I like the Adventure and Art and Design forums the best because they usually have a lot of new threads...and that's where I post the most.[/color]

[color=indigo]Ooooooh! I love this banner...just like I said on msn! Lol I really like my banner you made me too!^^ It's really good for only your second banner^^[/color]

[color=indigo]*Sigh* I guess...I use to have it navy but then everybody thought I was a guy especially with my avatars of Dilandau and Van and stuff. I just thought that light blue might tell them otherwise but if it hurts peoples eyes...I'll have to get use to another colour...[/color]

[color=skyblue]Lol I thought this thread was long gone! I posted this a while ago though this is the picture I consider the best picture I have ever drawn!^^ Thank you again![/color]

[color=skyblue]^^Thankies!^^ At first I didn't think I was going to be able to draw it cause I kept screwing up on the face. (Plus I was talking to *cough* someone on msn). But in the end I managed it and I'm glad I did^^[/color]

[color=skyblue]Ooooooh sounds very interesting. Name: Alatariel Tasatir Gender: Female Race: Elf Age Group: Adult Alliance: Rainbow Alliance Apperance: She has long blond hair that reaches to about her knees. She has violet colour eyes and her skin is a light brown from the sun. She usually wears a tunic and pants that blend into forest surroundings. Bio: She has lived outside all her life, one of those deemed a wild elf. All her life she has tried to prove herself to others, that she isn't just another elven maiden living in the forest. To prove her point she learned and became very skilled at the bow, and usually hunts with the males of her clan. Other females don't understand her ways, they are content making dinner and collecting herbs. When Shayleigh was old enough, she left her clan, tired of their old ways. She now travels the world looking for something that will excite her endless boredom.[/color]

[color=skyblue]Ooooooh! That's really good!^^ I've never really watched Inuyasha but I know what he looks like.[/color]

[color=skyblue]This is just a story I wrote for a creative writing contest at school (I never did hand it in^^). Its nothing special but I didn't write fantasy cause I knew that the teachers probably don't like fantasy and would be baised. I still remember the taunting and laughing every time I close my eyes to go to sleep. They laughed because I was different, because I am blind. I can remember the car accident as clearly as if it was yesterday. We were driving along a dark road a night and came near some lights when a car thought it would make a left turn before we got there. It was too late to stop. The car rammed into the driver?s side, the side I was sitting on. When I awoke I could not see a thing. At first I thought I was still inside the car, trapped. I squirmed and cried out when a soft voice told me I was in the hospital. I asked her what had happened to the lights and the nurse told me that they were on. That?s when the doctor came in a told me the news. I was blind. I felt my world slip through my grasping fingers. My parents decided that it would be better for me if we moved away so I could start out fresh. The kids at school would always know me as blind. My parents were wrong. It just made things worse, far worse. In classrooms and hallways at my new school I would hear snickering behind my back, and on occasion someone would stick their foot out in front of me just to see me fall to the floor. I was the joke of the school, the joke of the world. On a day like any other day one of the ?popular? kids got up the courage to trip me. I fell to the floor hard, I couldn?t take it anymore, I cried. That only encouraged their laugher and taunting, calling me a crybaby. I then felt strong hands lift me up to my feet. He asked if I was all right and I almost cried out in joy. A person cared about me and didn?t taunt me. He walked with me down the hallway, catching me when people tripped me. Soon they took it out on him but he took it all in stride, like everyone was beneath him and their taunts held no meaning. He was my saint. He was my savior. For the first night since the accident that deprived me of my sight I did not cry. Even though I was still laughed and taunted at, someone had stood up for me and walked with me. That night I decided that I would not let that happen to me anymore. I would stick up for myself and for my first friend since the accident. The first step for me was to walk with no help, without my walking stick. He supported me all the way, preventing me from bumping into wall and falling over chairs. I got frustrated and felt that I would never be able to learn to walk by myself but he told me to never give up. Even if the whole world turned their back on me I would still go on. I used my other senses to guide me, to make up for the sense I lost. My hearing intensified, to my ire, for I could now hear the laughter from farther away. He was beside me everyday, supporting me in silence by just walking with me through the hallways. I felt as though I could lift my head proudly and face everyone, even though I couldn?t see them. Lol sorry if its a little long...this isn't even all of it...if anyone wants to read the rest I'll put it up.[/color]

[color=skyblue]I don't zone out much but I have in Civics/Careers class. We have (actually I should say had^^) a teacher that really likes to talk...and he usually get off topic but its not like the topic is exciting. I usually never know what he said at the end of the class. I'm usually thinking of something else when he's talking or watching the clock go backwards O.o[/color]

[color=skyblue]Well even though I haven't been at these boards a year yet I think I have changed a little bit. I didn't know what a message board was until Darkmoon bugged me to come here. I learned as I posted and now I really know what a message board is^^ I also never posted or signed up for a RPG cause I didn't know what the heck they were. Darkmoon tried to explain it to me but I still didn't get it...I finally signed up for one and now I join them all the time^^[/color]

[color=skyblue]Thank you!^^ Now all I need to do is draw a decent picture of Yami Bakura and I'm set!^^[/color]

[color=skyblue]Lol I erased the message because I didn't think you wanted everyone seeing what I wrote about you and Malik;) Lol there are a million flaws in that drawing! The one that bothers me the most is his neck...its bugging me for some reason and I don't know how to fix it!>.

[color=skyblue]Lol this again is another picture of Malik/Marik. What? Its not my fault I can't help it! I just always feel like drawing him! Anyways I gave this to my friend Nazanin/Darkmoon since I know she loves him so much! Enjoy...[/color]