SilverFeatheredQuill

Hush now, Silent Child. No need for words. Don’t ever look back, nothing but pain and bad memories. No, look to the future, look towards the sun. Tell me, Child. What do you see? Can you see Helios’s Chariot as he helps the rising sun? Can you see Thor throw his mighty Hammer, and hear his Rumbling Chariot? Can you see Zeus Strike with his wicked Thunderbolts? Can you feel the power of Demeter as she gives life to the plants? have you ever fallen prey to one of Loki’s pranks? Swam in Posideons Great Domain? Tell me Child, have you? Have you dreamed of an adventure? Have you dreamed of Romance? Have you feared wand

Roses can't express the beauty of the morning dew. Birds can't express the songs of joy that seep through the pours of every living thing, going through its entire being, be it bird, plant, or animal. It vibrates through the air chasing the slow breeze and basking in the warm rays of the sun. It comes with the rain, which falls and cools the earth. It can be heard in the thunder and seen in the dark lulls of lightening, It is celebrated by young, old by all forms of live. It is a giver, giving unconditionally; allowing plants to grow out of their sleep, and feed the thirst of the earth. it is considered the beginning s

Random cries in the night. Random Voices to be heard. Ravens take flight in a flurry of black feathers and noisy murderous caws. The night hides in the danger and only the fear creates the paranoia. Only something as small could imagine safety in the night. Don’t say a word, or they might hear you. Their sense of smell is also uncanny for the likes of them. Even the wolves stalk carefully when they sense the presence of it. No one knows where it comes from. it is just there making the hairs of anyone stand on end. Eyes wide with fright, the owls will retreat back into their burrows to protect their owlets. Don’t move-Ho

Pain filled the air, creating a misty purple fog that joined the gray clouds that were one of the few witnesses to the war torn bloodied battleground. The only other witness was a single bright crimson rose that reached gallantly through the red haze, looking for the hope, longing for the sun to shine its joy-filled rays over the land it watched. The cries of the bloodied beasts tore through the air, sending shivers through the muddied earth, barely touching the Rose, who paid no mind to those who ignored its own cry for its lack of life. Its own desire for life and love were slowly tainted as the blood of spilled sacrifices fell from above,

The second half of the first, he knows exactly how to get on one’s nerves; yet he can be helpful and a gentleman as well Never keep the two in one room for too long, something might explode. As annoying as he can be sometimes, his heart always has the right intentions. Intelligent, yet he sometimes rushes through things or abandons things in favor of others. Yet he always tries new things. Stubborn like his sister, he doesn’t stop until he’s seen the end. He ignores the limits and takes risks, yet he knows when enough is enough. He also knows when help is called for. Hot-tempered and quick to ire, yet understand

Name Sirius Lunaura. Age 25 Gender Female. Sexuality Bisexual—leaning towards Men. Appearance. She stands about 5"'6'. Her Light brown hair is usually tied up in a bun or a pony tail. It falls to her middle back when she lets it down. Her hazel-green eyes are soft, yet have a hawk-like gaze to them when she's focused on her tasks. She has a soft rounded face that makes her appear younger than she actually is. Her skin tone is fair, and if she stays out in the sun for long periods of time, she will pink. She has long slender limbs, and a short torso. She has a petite hourglass curvature to her body. She t