Post by ornofthetalon on Oct 6, 2008 6:45:34 GMT
ok
before I start this, I'd like to hve a few words
first off: no, I don't know why I'm writing this
it just kinda started and I went with it
second off: yes, this might make sence eventualy
but it may be a little while
third off: yes, I know that this is really short and very incomplete
I'm posting it cuz I gotta go to bed now
and I know that I won't finish it unless I feel obligated to
by posting, I obligate my self to finish
fifth off: yes, I'll use spellcheck
just wait until I have the time
and, lastly, sixth: Yes, I know that I skipped four
you can come up with your own explanation for it
well
here I go
contilue at your own risk
_________________________________________
A lone drop of blood is absorbed by the mist.
A single thought and a bit of life starts the synthesis.
I must be strong. I must be the strongest for her.
A mind awoke.
Without body or sight, it contemplated all it knew.
Who...
Who is she?
And why...
Why must I be strong for her?
What...
What is strong?
How will I know if I am strong?
Who is stronger then me?
Is she...
Is she stronger then me?
And where is she?
Why can I not find her?
Slowly the blackness engulfing him lightened.
It became thick and gray.
The color was dull, and blurry before his forming vision,
but he felt no fear.
In fact, the gray comforted him.
He felt at one with it.
It surrounded him, nurtured him.
From within it, he felt safe to explore, and expand his essence.
A face slowly formed around his eye,
and another eye came to join it.
Still, his vision would not clear,
but hi sensed more in other ways.
The flesh of his newly forming face overwhelmed him with sensation.
The gray was cool and moist.
His face slowly absorbed the moisture of the gray,
turning it into more flesh and bone.
Soon, his ears formed.
They were long thin strips of flesh
and they eagerly took in the few sounds.
He could hear the ocean gently beating at the shore.
In the distance, a monster roared.
Who...
Who was that?
Was that her?
No..
No, it wasn't her
but I think it is strong.
How do I become stronger then it?
Must I kill it?
Yes!
That has to be it!
I will kill it, then I will be more powerful.
But first I must find out how to get to it,
then how to kill it.
With the inner determination to kill it, he sped his growth.
His nose formed next, protruding from the lump of flesh that was his face.
It started to analyze the particles floating in the gray.
First, he was hit by the acidic aroma of the gray,
but his nose soon forgot about that
and other smells reached him.
There was salt
and some moisture that was not part of the gray.
His nose, very keen now, picked up the scent he was looking for.
The monster had a musk to it that was very similar to the smell of the gray,
but he could tell the difference.
He focused on that creature’s smell.
It made him angry
very angry
and his bloodlust grew.
Muscles at the bottom of his face started to itch.
They contracted sharply.
He felt a rip below his nose, as his jaw forced his mouth open.
His mouth was then filled with the gray.
He could taste it
And it stung his tongue
But it also nourished him.
Hard lumps, much like small rocks formed in his mouth.
His new teeth desired the flesh of the creature who’s existence taunted him.
From there his essence grew downward.
It formed into a compact chest;
The lungs within took their first breath.
For the first time, he was not sustained entirely by the gray.
He expanded further downward, until he touched the sand below him.
His new legs cracked at places,
Forming two strong joints
Then expanding into four powerful toes, each tipped with a sharp talon.
A very slender portion of his spine continued down as well
Forming a delicate tail.
Two more limbs formed, these from the sides of his chest.
These thin extensions end is clawed hand, each containing four fingers.
He found that he had to support his entire weight,
When the gray receded, and set him on the sand.
With the gray not so thick, his vision cleared.
The gray, he found, was now but a thick mist.
He took a look down at his new body.
It was pink and hairless.
Strong muscles tensed and relaxed all over his slender form.
He stood there, naked in the mist, reveling in the power of his agile body,
Then something fell over his left eye.
Startled, he instinctively grabbed it.
He held strands of creamy yellow hair.
Feeling his scalp, he found that he had much more of it.
His skin began to itch, as thin white fur pushed its way out of the rest of his skin.
At last he was complete.
A full grown Burmecian man with light yellow hair.
__________________________
ok, this is my third time updating
what do you know
I'm actualy writing something
its not good, but its something
thats a first for me
sorry about the previous spelling issues
I went over it with spell check
so they shouldn't be there anymore
before I start this, I'd like to hve a few words
first off: no, I don't know why I'm writing this
it just kinda started and I went with it
second off: yes, this might make sence eventualy
but it may be a little while
third off: yes, I know that this is really short and very incomplete
I'm posting it cuz I gotta go to bed now
and I know that I won't finish it unless I feel obligated to
by posting, I obligate my self to finish
fifth off: yes, I'll use spellcheck
just wait until I have the time
and, lastly, sixth: Yes, I know that I skipped four
you can come up with your own explanation for it
well
here I go
contilue at your own risk
_________________________________________
A lone drop of blood is absorbed by the mist.
A single thought and a bit of life starts the synthesis.
I must be strong. I must be the strongest for her.
A mind awoke.
Without body or sight, it contemplated all it knew.
Who...
Who is she?
And why...
Why must I be strong for her?
What...
What is strong?
How will I know if I am strong?
Who is stronger then me?
Is she...
Is she stronger then me?
And where is she?
Why can I not find her?
Slowly the blackness engulfing him lightened.
It became thick and gray.
The color was dull, and blurry before his forming vision,
but he felt no fear.
In fact, the gray comforted him.
He felt at one with it.
It surrounded him, nurtured him.
From within it, he felt safe to explore, and expand his essence.
A face slowly formed around his eye,
and another eye came to join it.
Still, his vision would not clear,
but hi sensed more in other ways.
The flesh of his newly forming face overwhelmed him with sensation.
The gray was cool and moist.
His face slowly absorbed the moisture of the gray,
turning it into more flesh and bone.
Soon, his ears formed.
They were long thin strips of flesh
and they eagerly took in the few sounds.
He could hear the ocean gently beating at the shore.
In the distance, a monster roared.
Who...
Who was that?
Was that her?
No..
No, it wasn't her
but I think it is strong.
How do I become stronger then it?
Must I kill it?
Yes!
That has to be it!
I will kill it, then I will be more powerful.
But first I must find out how to get to it,
then how to kill it.
With the inner determination to kill it, he sped his growth.
His nose formed next, protruding from the lump of flesh that was his face.
It started to analyze the particles floating in the gray.
First, he was hit by the acidic aroma of the gray,
but his nose soon forgot about that
and other smells reached him.
There was salt
and some moisture that was not part of the gray.
His nose, very keen now, picked up the scent he was looking for.
The monster had a musk to it that was very similar to the smell of the gray,
but he could tell the difference.
He focused on that creature’s smell.
It made him angry
very angry
and his bloodlust grew.
Muscles at the bottom of his face started to itch.
They contracted sharply.
He felt a rip below his nose, as his jaw forced his mouth open.
His mouth was then filled with the gray.
He could taste it
And it stung his tongue
But it also nourished him.
Hard lumps, much like small rocks formed in his mouth.
His new teeth desired the flesh of the creature who’s existence taunted him.
From there his essence grew downward.
It formed into a compact chest;
The lungs within took their first breath.
For the first time, he was not sustained entirely by the gray.
He expanded further downward, until he touched the sand below him.
His new legs cracked at places,
Forming two strong joints
Then expanding into four powerful toes, each tipped with a sharp talon.
A very slender portion of his spine continued down as well
Forming a delicate tail.
Two more limbs formed, these from the sides of his chest.
These thin extensions end is clawed hand, each containing four fingers.
He found that he had to support his entire weight,
When the gray receded, and set him on the sand.
With the gray not so thick, his vision cleared.
The gray, he found, was now but a thick mist.
He took a look down at his new body.
It was pink and hairless.
Strong muscles tensed and relaxed all over his slender form.
He stood there, naked in the mist, reveling in the power of his agile body,
Then something fell over his left eye.
Startled, he instinctively grabbed it.
He held strands of creamy yellow hair.
Feeling his scalp, he found that he had much more of it.
His skin began to itch, as thin white fur pushed its way out of the rest of his skin.
At last he was complete.
A full grown Burmecian man with light yellow hair.
__________________________
ok, this is my third time updating
what do you know
I'm actualy writing something
its not good, but its something
thats a first for me
sorry about the previous spelling issues
I went over it with spell check
so they shouldn't be there anymore