|Alphabet for VimpireNikki's boy. This is the piece I am currently proudest of. |
Death SceneThe sense of timelessness was unlike anything Aureus had ever known before. The endless grey which seemed to surround him suffocated his senses, rendering him deaf, blind, mute, and the chill of death settled over him like a mantle, replacing that cloak of arrogance which he had drawn around him his whole life.
It was a hard truth to face, that he might not be invincible. He had always known that he could be hurt, that had been an incentive only to train harder, to get faster, to hurt them before they hurt you. It had never been the pain which bothered him, but the shame, the associated weakness. It was for that reason that he craved the subjugation of his enemies. He didn't care about the pain, or how fast or slow the death was, but it was the humiliation, that total crushing defeat, and the snuffing of the hope, the passion which burned inside them. He was not weak, had not been weak, and yet now... he was dead.
He had not known that he could die - it was not exactly something one di
I've qualified for a teacher training course starting in September. I'm going to be a history teacher!
Sorry that I haven't been saying much on here, I've been very busy. I miss you all, and I'm working on some art at the moment, hope to speak to you all again soon!