Raiha

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]You'd be angsty too if your AP english teacher said those things to you every day and didn't leave you very much time to do the assignments given. .......and the entire class has an angsty energy either way. I blame the climate.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]We sit and we wait to be ruled by fear, We are unmotivated, we are pathetic excuses, We wonder when will all of this end, We long for an end to the words, But then we long for an end to the silence. In this molting room of mildew and dust, In the place of shedding trees, In such a time we are belittled, In the evening alone we are free, In theory there is a truth to his tirade, But then we are slowly wounded if we truly listen. Do you even hear me yell at you, Do you feel an urge to do as I say, Do I come through clearly to any of you, Do these sentences make any sense? How dare you give me your ********. You don't put in enough time, You never do what I ask you to do on your own, You put everything off, You can't fathom what an education is, You won't survive in college like this, And I wish I could be fired today. We are the students of 2004, The privlided cliches of honors students, The rule of fear is working, Our superiority is maddening, Our lateness and procrastination is disgusting, We are the students of 2004.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Vajain had been suspended between the astral and the temporal, her eyes half open, her body curled slightly under the flux. Then she felt something ice cold slither into her mind, behind her eyes, and she jerked herself up into reality, snarling and hissing between her teeth. The sound was only possible because she had shape-changed as she had screamed, her clothing instantly reforming into six more legs. And there, on the throne of Vajain Nur'Lograin was a female Drider of the Abyss, with eight eyes, two hands, and the venemous tongue that only one other Drider in all of the Underdark posesed.[/i] "SHARESS! Destroy the foe that stands between me and my goal!" [i]Instantly, a homunculus of her enemy appeared at her feet and she leapt at him, her claws impaling it. Then she looked up, afraid she might be overreacting to her half vision, half sending. Captain Liliu was standing to attention, looking straight ahead.[/i] "Did you see it?" "Yes Mistress, but you had already destroyed it the moment it hit the ground." "...right." [i]She looked between her legs. The face of her enemy. And a deeply ensorscelled enemy it was. Black stress lines around its fading aura and the red threads of a true killer. She sighed and changed back into a naked drow female. Her white robes soon followed. Apparently Molvo wasn't operating on his own anymore. And when he returned, he'd be bigger and badder than last time. When Razel came back, it was time for some modifications. Big ones. And that mage he brought would have to have a few of his own. This definetly spelled out a fun time for her own work ....... ........and time for a few ripening ceremonies of her own. Liliu walked over at her motion.[/i] "How many pristesses do we have in training that haven't been initiated?" "Only two. But they are ready....and have been waiting for a long time." "Send them to me after Razel returns. But notify them now that their lady is about to speak with them about the ceremonies." "They'll be overjoyed you know." "Of course." [i]Liliu stood back again.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Lilia silently activated the seal on her own living quarters and stood at the small end table. With sure movements, not even glancing over her shoulder to the mirror, she unzipped her pants from behind and let the cool linen slither down her thighs to her ankles. Then she unbuttoned her blazer slowly, deliberately, and hung it up in the closet along with her pants and dress shirt. Clad in a clear thong she padded over the cool floor barefoot and was about to turn on the water for the shower when came a light tap on the door. "......no rest for the wicked.... ....and no balm in Gilead either." She turned and opened the seal, wrapping herself in a towel at the same time.[/i] "Come in." "Lilia....is this a ....bad time?" "Not exactly." [i]She looked up at Nathan.[/i] "Just exploring the ship. Trying to get everything together." "Well, as you can see....these are the living quarters of your Communications Specialist." [i]She grinned wryly at him. ....the towel was a push in the right direction too.[/i] "Right. Well, just checking by. See ya." "....ta." [i]Lilia blinked, then sealed the door once he left. Then, before anyone else could get to her, she leaped for the shower, stripped and jumped in, turning the water as hot as it would go. "...lalalala, I can't hear you."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]The tour was over for now, and she had never been more thankful. They would get to know the ship fast enough, why wander around it listening to the banter and ranting and roaring and whatnot? It was stupid, but regulation. Lilia sat in the mess hall, drinking her tea calmly, never turning a hair. She had read reports of the brains powering the ship. It explained everything the blueprints hadn't. ...and bio packs in general just made a lot more sense. How else could the ship handle itself? She ran the liquid over her tongue. While the other ship members had looked positively green, she had taken the visual like a spartan. Typical of her. Being a Communications Specialist wasn't exactly core training, but she knew what was what. And she knew that a weak stomach could be killer on a space ship. Especially one heading out to a mission from hell. Literally. Nathan sat down across from her, holding a cup of something, looking slightly pale around the gills. ...Green was more like it. Lilia Sethen looked up, smiling pleasantly.[/i] "May I help you?" "Eh, I'm fine." "You look ill. Stomach not working for you?" "Nah, I'll get over it." "Eat your Wheaties. Take those vitamins." [i]She grinned and polished off the rest of her tea, setting down the small Sevres cup onto the saucer.[/i] "God knows you'll be needing it by the end of this horror show."[/COLOR]

[quote name='Syk3']It's certainly been a while, like usual. This is one that I did for Raiha when she forced me to make it, but I didn't spend a long time working on it, so keep that in mind. All I really did was alter the brightness and contrast of a few images and put them together, but I think it all goes well together. And, of course, there's an avatar to go with. *retreats to his eternal slumber*[/quote][COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Ooh. .....I could give you kisses for this one. But I think I'll eat your leg instead.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Rena saw Ben's expression change for the worse, and she reared on her hind legs, screaming aloud. It was a hoarse dull cry, that swiftly rose to a fever pitch, nearly shattering the stone around them. She landed on all fours again and snarled, her hackles rising like a mane. Her body crouched, spine curving upwards, scanning the area, her eyes narrowing. The infared vision of her kind sharpened and she saw a dull red shape hiding nearby. With one leap, she cleared the barrier between them, landing on his chest, ripping with her claws.[/i] "............ .......die." [i]Rena snarled again, and reared, raking her claws down the stone walls until they sharpened into long thin points. The sound nearly drove the dying human insane...but then she bit down on his neck, clearing his mind forever. Then she turned and scanned once more, padding back towards Ben. Once she reached him, she nuzzled his wound, then opened her mouth, rolling him over with her nose. He shivered, but remained motionless. Her jaws closed gently around his neck as she picked him up, easing him onto her back.[/i] "Hold still."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Vajain sat back in her seat, drumming her fingers on the arm rest. Razel sat on the steps, his blade resting delicately between his fingers. Either he was getting lax, or Vajain had allowed her to directly transfigure herself here. ....apparently she had. Magical barriers released. Or breached? Vajain's voice lilted slightly, lifted over the sound of a smooth hum that was the afterefect of magic being used in close proximity to hers.[/i] "When was the last time we ran a check of the barriers?" "....not for a long while." "Have a mage check them once more. I saw her coming, but she should've been stopped in her tracks." [i]He stood, sheathing his sword in one swift motion. Then he bowed and exited. She leaned back again, running a list through her head of things to remember to do before the lady of the other clan returned.[/i] "Wards. And lots of thm. Make it harder for her to just swing by without notice." ".......a loop spell wouldn't hurt." [i]She rose to her feet, her robes growing slightly more ornate, the jewlry swirling down to her neck slightly.[/i] "Time to greet someone again."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Feel the rush, Four Gs slamming your gut, Then rushing out, Your trachea ripping open. Full throated roar, Tearing from your throat, As you hurl, Sixty miles an hour. Through the place, Where thousands come, To find release, And coast along. Magnetic charges, Hang upside down, Don't panic, Have a nice day.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]I'm draging, My feet through the door, Just to crawl up, And find a million words. Words that clench, Gripping me, Tugging me, Then I break lose. I fly up, Look down, And I hear screaming, Something loud. Little sister, I don't have time, To name your animals, With you. Let it go, Give that back, Step away, Those are mine! Scream at me again, Try me, Force my hand, I'll break your neck. Wait here, Stop me someone, Hold that thought, I'm not insane. I'm fine, I'm not burned out, I don't hate you sister, Just leave me for a time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]My love, Dear heart, Goes out to you, And my thoughts. Turn towards, Only you, Here in this day, I laugh aloud. The trees, So green, And full of life, Dip and sway. I could, Drown here, In your perfect love, And not care. And I, Thinking about, Your sweet warm kisses, Melt into shadows. Then flare, Into fire, Burning me up now, Raising my soul.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Vajain arched her back, her lips rippling upwards as she let lose with a wild primal scream that shook the entire fortress from center to circumfrence. Captain Lillu mustered the forces and held her peace. The last thing she wanted to bring on herself was a clash with the most powerful character in the Nur'Lograin clan.[/i] "....there will be dead bodies everywhere." [i]The noble in question rose to her feet, her robes snaking away from her body, down into her skin once more. The violence she was feeling.. ....something she had transfered into Molvo once.....but remembered not to do nearly as much with her beloved vampyre slave.. .........She exhaled slowly, watching her ribcage slowly fall down into place one more time. Contract. Expand. Like her heartbeat. The valves. Open. Close. She would like to run into Molvo again. This time with all the summons of the abyss and the guardians of the gates as well. And probably an illusion. Which shape to take...? Demonology was so much fun. Drider? No. It would make her far less equiped to fight him, less prepared to use her weapons against him. Weapons only she could name. The three plants of hellish proportions, growing in her quiet garden. Asbinthe, Laburnum, Forsintheyn. She would love that so very much.[/i] "Bastards. Raising their swords in rebellion against me." [i]Her fists balled, then relaxed again. Her nails had driven themselves into her palms, her delicate blue and red blood pooling on her dark skin. Razel entered the doors once more and she looked up, bidding him to come forward with a slight inclination of her head. He knelt and waited. She held her palms out to him.[/i] "Help me." [i]His eyes closed as he licked the blood from her body, sealing the wounds with his saliva, doing the same service for the other. Vajain smiled as she felt his skin against hers. So warm and gentle....when the Underdark was so cold and still.[/i] "Did Lillu obey?" "To the letter Milady." "Excellent then."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Raiha Sevirum "I sometimes cut myself when things get like this...." [i]She looked up, hair falling back over her ears again. Sometimes she wondered if it was time to get it cut. Her ex boyfriend was talking to her again.[/i] "What are you going to do when we have a revolution?" [i]Her sarcasm could've withered a flower, but instead she decided to blast him with it. He regarded her. Unable to see why he ever had fallen in love with her, but able to see exactly why he had fallen out of love with her. The man who didn't look into mirrors, thought he had been reincarnated several times, and had some sort of special punishment to bear in this life. So far, Sevirum saw his time loving her, as some damn good punishment right off the bat.[/i] "I listen to Kittie when I cut." "Congratulations." [i]She sat on the banister, and slid down the slick metallic surface, landing on the ground in front of him. Her hands rested on ample hips, her army style boots tapped the concrete, slightly impatient.[/i] "I don't know why I wasted time talking to you today Ronnie. You never answer me, you never understand, all you do is go in circles. I hope you cut yourself far to deep one day." [i]With that, her eyes closed and she turned away from him. Then she walked down the hall. It had been so long since she had been embraced by him. It was embarassing. Why she had wasted her stupid life loving him, she would never know. It wasn't fair. She was mad. In her ears, a dull ringing caught her attention. Easy to fix. With one hand she reached into her backpack, then flicked the power switch on her iPod. Instantly she was washed clean. Korn. Angry music. Good for the soul.[/i] "Can't control myself, I ******* hate you." [i]Oh the ineffable holiness of small things. Like mp3 players. Sevirum turned a corner and didn't look back. She wanted to forget that there was a boy named Ronnie that had held her in his arms, told her that he would love her forever, and slept with her so tenderly.[/i] [i]Liana Lopes, Hawaiian Mexican party girl turned badass, leaned in during the next period of the day. Art. She hated art. Sevirum liked it last time she checked.....but something was tugging at her sanity.[/i] "Saw you storming away from that ugly ************ today." "No ****. Did I look like a jilted lover or something?" [i]Liana's laughter shook her up, then left her smiling slightly.[/i] "You looked like a badass." [i]Sevirum raised an eyebrow, then she laughed.[/i] "And what would you know about badasses? Last time I checked you were a party girl." "Well, I can be both. .....I talked with Jason last night. He's leaving too." [i]She pronounced it "Ja SOON," something Sevirum could never understand.[/i] "He's crazy. You're better off without him. That and I'm on my rag and I don't want to even think about another boy. Give me a ******* MAN." [i]Liana rolled her eyes.[/i] "Didn't I say the same damn thing about Ronnie? He ain't no Man. He's a loser." [i]Sevirum didn't dignify that with a response, even if she was right. Instead she began drawing again. Something that reminded her of him, but in a beautiful way. A female covered in spiders, naked to the waist, pressing her hand against his chest. "His" meaning the symbol of her ex boyfriend. Something desperately oiut of place. A drider. Torso and face of a man, but the body of a spider. Something mutated. Like the way she had felt for him, but never realized how bad he was for her. She knew that in the next drawing, she would be ripping his heart out. A male with no prayer for deliverance. Being savaged by a female that looked like a succubus. Sevirum drew these, to keep herself from actually ripping the heart of her ex out. The art teacher recognized her feelings for what they were, and cut a wide path around her. Angsty teens. Bad news. Especially when one of them was obsessed with what he deemd to be Demonology. The other art teacher... .....the perverted one, picked it up, examined it, then casually asked her out on a date.[/i] "What sort of date?" She was smiling again, but this time she was blushing too. "The kind where I show you my place, I feed you dinner, and then we have a nude photography session." [i]Sevirum grinned at him, then looked down into the desk one more time. Then she looked up. And winked. Someone could see past her black bondage pants, her zippered wife beater and black makeup. The gothic girl that had a bittersweet life and a penchant for the esoteric. ....oh well.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]I slide through images, That I can't even remember, And I tilt my eyes, Upward to the ceiling. A hand strokes my hair, My legs slide over the sheets, I arch my back, And I dream about change. Unstable is this place, Where I find myself, And tender are these feelings, That course my being. I am not angry, I am a little afraid, But chaos that is my life, Is not so bad after all. Everything will move, And resettle, And reinovate again, But why worry. "Earth Always Endures." -Mandan[/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue]Shivering here, Quite and calm, Well not really calm, More like indifferent. That was some dream, I had about you last night, Your phone number, Playing itself in my head. My eyes, They hurt now, From seeing yours, Slide past me in the hall. Why ignore, I'm always here, But now that I'm leaving, This place of shedding trees... You won't, Be bothered by me, And my presence, Ever again. Does she, Give you more than I, Will she dream, With you now? I feel, But you don't care, Indifference is certainly, Your strong suit. Don't mistake, My feelings for love, Ever again please, Becasue it's not that now. It's sorrow, My grief contracting, But I refuse to seal it, And forget like you did.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]So here's the deal, I cut myself, Or rather, I did cut myself. When I was younger, And so confused, And angry, At the world in general. A simple blade, From China, And some classical music, Setting the mood. For an angst ridden girl, To unsheath, And dig deep into the skin, Creating wounds. Scars that pepper, My left arm, Like so much sand, Over a towel. They've faded now, And looking back, I would never raise, A knife to my skin again. Things you can't, Think about seeing now, All brushed away, Barely visible now.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Dance with me, Hold my hands, As we spin endlessly, Through fire and water. Sing with me, Raise your voice, And turn to face, The rising aethyr tide. Laugh with me, Because we live, Are we not happy, And full of life? Rejoice with me, There is more, And it is certainly, A brand new day.[/COLOR]

[color=mediumturquoise]I was never one to handle rejection, But when it's something like this, That I care not so much about, It is not so bad. Not so bad to be turned away, Brushed to one side like this, There is definetly more to life, It isn't my center. Isn't my center my family? Caring for me continually, Supporting me even if I scream, It something very new. Something very new will come, In the mail or in the sky, And I'll raise my head, It is a brand new day.[/color]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]I want to leave this place, Of shedding trees, The scent of chocolate, The taste of bile. Where I can walk through halls, And see every race, And hear all those voices, That laugh at anything. I want to tell him the truth, That I loved, And his reactions, Were hellish in nature. Where can I run to then, That will be any different, From this place, That is my world. My father is jobless, Maybe that's it, Because I hate change, And instability. But here I am, Surrounded by it, Drowning in my imperfection, Strangling my spirit with my own hands.[/COLOR]

[color=mediumturquoise]Mina Shagood?!? I mean really now, a crossover between LXG and Austin Powers is a bit much.. ....but I suppose I should be grateful my darling husband included me in the first place. You better make me sexy or I'll sue your butt off.[/color]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]I would like to say, That I have some semblance, Of a character, That is admirable. But I don't think I do, And I think I'm tired, Of being here, In this darkened room. I would love to say, That I have good friends, That truly care, And love me. But I don't know I do, And I wish I could understand, Why some live, And some die. I will now say, That I care about things, I shouldn't really care about, And I feel things. That I want to forget, That I want to block out, That I want to lose, That I never will.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise] am the mist, That gathers in small wisps, Just before the rain, Falls in cool sheets. I am a grayness, That never lifts from below, Where you have pulled, My spirit down to. I am not comfortable, Here under the gathered clouds, Angry because of you, And your tangling words. I am a dreamer, Not a radical dreamer now, Like someone I see, But a quiet light. I am a wish, For those underneath my eyes, That they will rise, [/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]His dark eyes opened slowly. In the next room he could hear Nina and Vixen coversing in equally low tones. Lilia smiled at him as he sat up. Her teeth glistened in what was probably candlelight, and he rubbed his eyes. She was always very prompt in gaining her sleep then waking again.. ...and he would have nothing better to do than blame it on her old age. He was about to stand and stretch when she held up a chalice of what appeared to be full of very warm fresh blood.[/i] "Here, drink." ".....who's blood is this?" [i]She smirked at him and said nothing at all. He did a double take. Her eyes were glistening with the cool crimson that meant she had recently fed.[/i] "Never you mind. ...you need to regain yourself after the changing ceremony." "I slept." "That you did, but it is still necessary." [i]Arguyle shrugged and drank down the liquid, enjoying the honey like flavor spreading over his tongue. She smiled at him again and waved her short hair back. He knew she was well versed in vampyre lore and the changing ceremony, but he would never admit that she knew any more than he did. As soon as he was done she plucked the chalice from his hand and beckoned him to follow.[/i] "We have things to acomplish tonight."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise] Real Name: Lidan Cheung Geisha name: Shirakawa Reiobi Age: 26 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Half Japanese, half Chinese Okiya: Shirakawa Appearance/Description: see attatchment. As you can see, she has reached the point n her life where her collar has been turned.... ...her body is unremarkable, but perfect for a dancers, slender, finely limbed, with soft pale skin. There is a small birth mark on her stomach that looks like a sideways heart and a small beauty dot on the back of her neck, just below the hairline in the center. Personality: Lidan is a very calm character, not quite a party person, but not an extremely boring individual. She's well known for her excellent dancing, and her intelligent conversation. An avid follower of the Kabuki world, she adds a cerebral tone to any party, but can also tolerate the more raunchy style of celebration. She is also very good with younger apprentice geisha, making them feel very comfortable, even when they are surrounded by confusion. Her patience and understanding is near ledgendary in a world of cramped positions and stressful atmospheres. Occupation: Geisha, not a Maiko Bio: Life for Lidan began on the geisha conveyer belt and will probably end on it. She was born into the okiya and will stay there until her dying day. In the meantime though, she has been bred to be the best in Gion, and works very hard. Her reputation as a dancer is well known, even if she isn't the best yet, and her skill is enhanced by natural balance and continual lessons. Last year's Dances of the Old Capital included her in a staring role, boosting her reputation and giving her more buisness. She doesn't have a danna yet, but there is still time. Her younger sister is still making rounds to the teahouses with her and the two are often called upon to perform together. There are many individuals of power that call Lidan to a party, sometimes to simply pour the saki, other times to be eye-candy. She is completely agreeable with both, even if she isn't having a good time. Then again, that isn't her job. Her job is to entertain, and what a job of it she does. Her mother sees her as a valuable asset, and her younger sister is about to become one. Lidan's current position is to raise her apprentice of a younger sister well, and make sure she is a success. Speaking of which, a mizuage for her is due sometime soon. [the younger sister I mean] Lidan's currently introducing her to several possible canidates, and would appreciate it very much if one paid the right price. All in all, Lidan is an excellent geisha, wall flower, and general entertainer. She dances divinely, adds intelligence to a party, and has an excellent reputation. It would be terrible if it was tarnished in some way. Character's Motivation: Lidan is a Geisha because her mother was, and naturally then, so she would follow her footsteps. It is a life she doesn't particularly enjoy, but she doesn't dislike it. Her ambitions don't extend very far beyond inheriting the okiya from Mother. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Lilia smirked to herself and curled up into a tight ball, closely resembling a slumbering kitten. Within minutes, she had completely fallen into a deeply entranced sleep.... ..one that would be awoken by only the kiss of a silver blade or the call of the culthu. In the dreamworld, everything was bathed in a sort of red hazy light, and she watched everything through what could've been confusion, but what was really just amusement. Images floated past her with no rhyme or reason, and she didn't try to deceipher them. In time, Arguyle's face floated into view and she smiled at it. "Going to try and make the river flow in your direction Guy?" "It already has... ....." "Was she a good ****? Did she have squishy tits?" His smirk closely resembled the one she had worn seconds before she drifted into rest, and she laughed pleasantly again. "Well then."[/i][/COLOR]