Tuesday, February 24, 2009

That's when the blog post was out. ...I seriously needed to update this thing before I got into any more trouble.

Heroes. That's a show, but not what I'm talking about. I mean superheroes. Like the ones in movies and stuff. My favorite hero would be Yoda. He's not on the list of 50 heroes and villains, but he should be. He'sjust totally made of awesome. Just like Vader. Darth Vader. Who is on the list of 50 villans. Vader's made of win. Now, I have no clue where this question fits in to movies and actors and actresses, but my favorite scientist is Einstein. I don't actually like him, but I know his name. I don't like science. Okay. Back to the main questions. My favorite actor out of the top ten is Harrison Ford. He was in Star Wars, and is Indianna Jones. He automatically wins above all the others. My favorite actress from the top ten is Nicole Kidman. She did a stunning performance in 'The Golden Compass', making Mrs.Coulter come alive in such a hauntingly beautiful way. Too bad the movie overall sucked. It made me upset that they screwed it up so bad. The books were amazing. Off topic again, which athletic figure do I dislike the most? Can I say all of them?I seriously don't like sports and therefore don't like them all equally. Not because they play sports, but just because I could give a rat's ass about things.

Once again, here's some posts from a story me and a friend are working on. <: My beloved Amy's post is second, mine is first. WARNING:: Foul language. I can't edit it because it's part of one of the character's personality, and changing him would be very awkweird.

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“You’re so fucking slow!”
“It’s not my fault…”
“Stupid bitch.”
The constant arguing was easily heard throughout the area. Despite the density of the trees and growth, the voices were clear. A male; who seemed to prefer foul and displeasing words over the intelligent ones how could possibly be capable of, argued with a young girl. Her voice was quieter than his, and seemed to carry a droning tone to it as she tried to keep away from his language skills. Neither of the two got along at all. No matter where they went, it was always bickering and complaining. Today was in a forest located not too far from their living quarters. The two had hoped to catch a meal or something, but ultimately failed.
“You could have had that thing!”
“This body isn’t meant for running though… It’s meant for eating only!”
“Your fucking point is?”
“You’re a gluttonous pig!”
The male went to make a comment, before a hiss slipped through his lips. The girl seemed to have placed a fingernail upon her chest. Her nails were more or less claws, and what she prodded at dangerously was an eyeball placed at the bottom of her neck. The male continued to hiss and sputter foul language at the girl, but her prodding did not cease.
“Papa is a bad boy.”



A sonic boom abruptly rattled the forest, sending flocks of birds shooting into the sky. The air seemed to thin as time itself warped and contorted, a strange rift appearing in the very fabric of existence. Out of this tear stumbled a cloaked figure, gasping for breath and clawing for something to hold onto. The being found a tree, and latched onto it, legs shaking furiously beneath torn and baggy trousers. Slowly, the rift mended itself, and then closed entirely, leaving only the shaking creature it had released from Gods know where.It slid slowly to the ground, wrapping sleeved arms around its legs, trembling. It spoke in hushed, foreign words, lulling back and forth ever so slightly. Despite its terrified demeanour, there was an air unbelievable relief that cling to this creature.


The girl froze suddenly, a set of pointed ears twitching slightly. Something wasn’t right. A noise louder than her and the male’s speaking had been made. The girl stopped poking the eye on her chest, and bolted to where the noise was.
“So much for being a slow piece of shit, you dumb bitch.”
“Shush.”The girl worked her way through the trees and bushes, occasionally having to stop and walk in a different direction to find her way there properly. Upon nearing her destination, her pace slowed, and she crouched towards the ground. Leaves and twigs snapped beneath her, making much noise. She cringed with every step as she peered in on the source of the noise. There was nothing. Nothing but a cloaked guy who appeared to be scared shitless. Nothing more. The girl sighed.
“Hey you! You with the fucking face!”The girl squealed, placing clawed hands over the male’s mouth.
“No, papa, shush!”


The cloaked figure jumped considerably, scrambling to its feet.
“Not faulted!” It cried, its tone soft and sweet. “Not anything done I have considered would be to faulted! Simple here escaped, refuge was seeking, not found other where’s, else in realms! Pain unsought after, hurt don’t mine body!” The male pleaded desperately, hiding his face, tugging on the cloak as he cowered closer to the tree, curled tightly into a ball. It seemed probable that the boy was crying.


“Papa, look what you did. He’s scared.”
“Stupid fucking immigrants. Can’t understand a word they fucking say.”
The girl poked her head up from the bushes, peering at the boy. She felt sorry for him. He probably got lost in these woods, is alone, and now has to listen to Papa’s pathetic speeches. She crawled out from where she was, standing up on legs that resembled that of a werewolf’s. She timidly moved forwards, stopping about three meters from the boy.
“Are you okay?” She squeaked, keeping a grip on her stomach. Then she thought of something. With her overall looks, she probably wasn’t the prettiest thing to look upon when you were scared. She took a step or two backwards, nearly tripping on a soft pair of brown-black tails. Her lower legs and lower arms were all the same color of her tails, which matched her hair. It only grew on the right side of her head, leaving the other side bare.
On both sides of her head, grey-black horns grew about two inches above her temples, curling slightly downwards at the tips. Her body was covered in markings, which covered her torso enough for no need for a shirt. Then again, the large mouth on her stomach would just eat the shirt. She was lucky it didn’t eat the underwear like garment she wore. That was the source of the male voice. The mouth on her stomach. The eye on her chest belonged to him. So did the eyes on the back of her hands. In other words, she was not pretty. Probably quite the scare. She thought for a few seconds over what he said. ‘Pain unsought after’. The girl blinked.
“Ah. No. We won’t hurt you.” She said quietly, digging her claws into the lips to keep them quiet. All they could do was mumble endlessly.


The boy stiffened, waiting a moment before looking up ever so slightly in order to peer out from the darkness of his hood. Staring a moment, he began to relax somewhat, shifting into a more comfortable sitting position.
“Spoken double twice, how that is? Only body once, but two speaking. Peeking interest mine have you…” He said quietly, squirming underneath his heavy clothing. The day was hot, something he was entirely unused to. He jumped abruptly, apparently for no reason, and then began to apologize rabidly.
“Insolence such of thousands! Pitiful I don’t offensive meant! Interested is just mine natured kind, feline murdered, curiosity killer… I don’t really not punished me, truly apologize…” The cycle began again as the boy curled back up, fearing punishment with ever fiber of his being.


The girl tilted her head in confusion. This boy spoke in such an odd way. Was papa right for once in saying he was an immigrant? Could be possible. She had to really think over what he was saying in order to respond. Too bad this boy was so bad at English. The girl scratched the back of her head, biting her lip slightly in thought and releasing the lips on her stomach.
“He’s asking how there’s a voice coming out of your stomach, damn motherfucker.”
She looked down at her stomach. “Papa, language.” A claw poked the upper lip, as the girl looked to the boy. Now he was apologizing. He was very baffling. So strange. She placed her clawed hands on top of her head, trying to think about what on earth now he was saying.
“He wants to be punished, dumbass.”
“Papa, keep out my head.”
“I say I eat him.”
The mouth cringed and squirmed to the best of its ability as once again a claw was pressed against the eyeball on her chest. Such an annoying being this thing was. She sighed.
“I said we’re not going to hurt you. Well, maybe papa will, but he’s just a gluttonous pig…” She pointed to the lips with her other hand, removing the claw from her chest.
“This is Papa.”
“It’s Pathoryne, bitch.”
“I’m Reith.”