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The Hunter Moon - Chap. 17 by LadyShadowblade, literature

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The Hunter Moon - Chap. 17

Darriel wanted to vomit. He had already received reports from every Refuge in the city concerning missing Faithful. He glanced down at the sad list in his hand. Missing Persons First House – 2 Second House – 2 Third House – 4 Fourth House – 4 Fifth House – 1 Sixth House – 6 Seventh House – 5 He knew before this day was out there would be at least one more phone call from one of the Disciples, telling him another one of the Faithful had gone missing. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably and massaged his temple with his good hand. “Sir?” Eric was on the other side of the door,

The Hunter Moon - Chap. 16 by LadyShadowblade, literature

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The Hunter Moon - Chap. 16

“Ace look out!” Ace looked to her left a hair too late. The rough hand was already clenched around her wrist like a vise and pulling her into the alley. Another set of hands grabbed Rachel and did likewise. The groceries they had been carrying spilled out onto the sidewalk in meaningless colors, the cans thudding dully and the fresh fruit splattering like viscera. Ace felt vaguely nauseated. In the alley Alacia found they were surrounded by six young men, all of them looking to be average college kids save that look of utter revulsion on their faces. All of them carried Faith in Our Future pamphlets and held a copy of the dre

The Hunter Moon - Chap. 15 by LadyShadowblade, literature

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The Hunter Moon - Chap. 15

Two days had passed since the news of the Mundane’s knowledge had reached Faithful ears. Yet again the Seven Houses were assembled at the High House Refuge. If things had been somber at their previous meeting, now they were downright grave. No one said a word. At Samhein, it had been a battle, one they had been fighting for a millennium. It was serious, true, but it hadn’t been anything they hadn’t had to deal with before with the exception of the Demonic invasion. But this…this was an entirely new threat, something not even the oldest Faithful had dealt with before. And it involved the people they had been trying t

Nullen Nomen by LadyShadowblade, literature

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Nullen Nomen

I am a woman without a name. All right, that isn't exactly true. I am not without a name. It lurks somewhere in the subconscious regions of my brain. Have you ever been talking to someone and the word you're looking for won't come out? You know what the word means, you could give a full and accurate definition if you wanted to. But the word itself seems stuck in your throat. Tip of the tongue phenomenon, can you dig it? And yet there it is, hiding in the folds of my pre-frontal cortex. I see it painted in the sunset, smell it on the salt wind, hear it in the twillight calls of the morning dove. And I hear it in my dreams...always in

Breathe by LadyShadowblade, literature

Blue and Green, White and Gold by LadyShadowblade, literature

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Blue and Green, White and Gold

Blue and green, white and gold Swirling together in Myriad pattens Nonsensical, abstract Yet completely logical. It is the rainbow of chi Life-force, life energy Flowing in and out of you Me Us All And One, You Watch it dance! It catches the faery-light and sparkles Illuminating the way to you The way to You Your blue oceans And forget-me-nots The salty and sweet savor of them Is almost too much Enfolding, embracing, encompassing Your green forests Where the wild things are And the little people abide My soul lives there too Your white light Purifies Washes us clean and makes us new again Brings what was dead to ne

Pulchritudinous by LadyShadowblade, literature

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Pulchritudinous

If I were the greatest sleuth in all the world, I wouldn't want to "Figure you out". Your mystery is your beauty, The myriad facets to your heart Soul Mind Are like the harvest moon - Best when enjoyed moment to moment, Never analyzed or caged For a panther was created to be free. O how your eyes assail me! Celtic green, alternately sharp and soft Cool and fiery Battle-hardened and vulnerable Those blessed eyes! My pulse picks up but I cannot tell if it is from Apprehension or desire. Unconventionally pulchritudinous The roguishly charming devil and soft-hearted knight Good God! My hands long to delve into your long gold

The Hunter Moon - Chap. 14 by LadyShadowblade, literature

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The Hunter Moon - Chap. 14

It was cold and rainy, but Éamon liked the rain. He loved the sound the individual droplets of water made on the roof and the eave. The day was still save the rain. The usual flow of traffic racing by had all but died away, and there was only the rare pedestrian, usually ducking under an umbrella or trying to hide inside a long coat. It was the sort of November day most people spent indoors. "Think it'll let up before tonight?" Alessandra asked, settling back into her seat on the porch bench. Éamon shrugged slightly and gave her one of his sidelong glances. "Getting a little wet never hurt anyone," he responded nonchalantly. She blink

The Hunter Moon - Chap. 13 by LadyShadowblade, literature

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The Hunter Moon - Chap. 13

"Sir?" Hadad jolted out of his window-side reverie. Charlotte had opened the door slightly, just enough to stick her head in. He smoothed down his coppery hair and invited her to come in and sit down. His thoughts had been in that strange cemetery last night, with all those Heathens. They were a far larger force than he had wagered, but that didn't worry him. It had left him curious though, and he was eager to hear the report on their two guests. "How did things go last night?" "Not very well, I'm afraid. Neither of them were exactly forthcoming with information." "What implements were used?" "Cat-of-nine tails for the Catholic, an

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Lady Shadowblade by LadyShadowblade, literature

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Lady Shadowblade

Lady Shadowblade I curse you with my eyes But somehow hold my body back My fingers ache for your spine My ears long for the crack You've committed ultimate sacrilege A mortal sin, and retribution must be swift I want you to weep meaningless tears before my blade And taste the cold steel, my gift I'll spare no mercy for you The way you did not for them You must face Lady Shadowblade And her punishment is grim I'd rather be your sacrifice Watch my own lifeblood spill You've sinned not once, but thrice Take from me your petty fill I'd rather that then see you flay the ones I love And strip the flesh from their souls I'll step

Bladeslinger by LadyShadowblade, literature

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Bladeslinger

Bladeslinger Bladeslinger's eyes watching the crowd Protecting with his eyes Sole survivor of a long dead line Upholding the honor of his title Endless journey lies before him and a trail of tears behind Looking to the horizon for his ultimate goal Soul piercing eyes of jewel-jade green Last noble Bladeslinger of a dead and lovely creed Razor quick hands draw blades of death Beware to those who dare harm those he loves Fatality will find them on swift double edged wings He is both cold warrior and warm hearted lover Paradox of worlds Endless journey lies before him and a trail of tears behind Looking to the horizon for his ulti

Earth Mother by LadyShadowblade, literature

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Earth Mother

Earth Mother She is the rock to whom many cling Drowning in their crying so you can't hear her sing Tears of blood trickle from sad brown eyes Dying from the venom in all of their lies Always comforter Never comforted Hides behind this painted smile That she pretends is real Needing air But never reaching the surface Masquerades her pain behind her guile Earth Mother eroding away Useless apologies of wasted time "What about this heart of mine?" Exhausted soul and nothing remains Cycles again, always the same Always comforter Never comforted Hides behind this painted smile That she pretends is real Needing air But never r

Ethereal Siren by LadyShadowblade, literature

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Ethereal Siren

Ethereal Siren Watch her as she waits for the stars so slowly climbing See the wind dance with her hair in a minuet, sighing Darkness embraces her, folds her into His arms Can't you hear her sing in her nether-worldly charms? Her song floats on the wind of night Haunting notes of a sweet elegy Listen to her melodies of twilight Ethereal siren Aching tunes turning in the air Jewel bright tears of her passion falling on her hair Streaking down her face from a pair of moonlit eyes Can you hear her song? Don't you hear her cries? Her song floats on the wind of night Haunting notes of a sweet elegy Listen to her melodies of twiligh

Man of Enigma by LadyShadowblade, literature

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Man of Enigma

This heart of mine believes in you Advisor, friend, protector true But when I peer into your eyes I see something more A sould of beauty behind your eyes Lovely as the muted darkness of night What lies beneath that intrigues me so? Man of enigma Toss your hair and smile at me Lightness and dark joined in sweetest harmony Man of enigma, explain it to me, What is this feeling when you look in my eyes? Draw me deep into your mystery So many facets on a dark and lovely diamond Once in a while I am allowed to glimpse a glimmer And as you are an enigma, so is this emotion A soul of beauty behind your eyes Lovely as the muted darkne

The Song of the Silent Siren 1 by LadyShadowblade, literature

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The Song of the Silent Siren 1

Once upon a time, in an era and a place long since forgotten, there was a Great Forest. Many creatures lived in the Forest, and for many years the animals, faeries, and nymphs lived in relative harmony. Oh, that isn't to say they had their occassional spats over territory and rights to use such and such a sacred place, but for the most part all lived in peace and quiet. Among these inhabitants was Meadowlark. She lived deep in the forest in a tall oak tree. Her nest was empty, but neat and tidy and practical. Sometimes she would pluck a forget-me-not or and iris or a buttercup and use it to brighten up her plain home. Now, Meadowlark w

The Song of the Silent Siren 2 by LadyShadowblade, literature

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The Song of the Silent Siren 2

Panther set off towards the eastern section of the Great Forest. Meadowlark had never strayed too far from the safety of her oak tree. If a predator approached it was easy for her to flit back to her nest. But now she was seeing the outer reaches of the woods for the first time. Just beyond the trees she could see a great meadow, with the tall grasses bowing to each other like participants in a formal dance. Her attention would always return to Panther and she would marvel yet again at how such a large and powerful creature as he could move so silently. His paws barely made a sound as he walked over the carpet of soft grass. Panther st

The Song of the Silent Siren 3 by LadyShadowblade, literature

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The Song of the Silent Siren 3

Over time Panther and Meadowlark became fast friends. At least once every seven days Panther would come for her and Meadowlark would sing for him and his kin. She was always allowed to sit on Panther's shoulder, and therefore sang her sweetest. Although wild horses would not have dragged it out of her, sitting one the handsome feline's shoulder always sent her heart aflutter. One night in summertime Panther and Meadowlark went to the western edge of the Forest to watch the sunset. This had become a nightly event for them during the warmer months. Tonight the horizon was rimmed with wild orange that melted into shocking magenta and then

The Song of the Silent Siren 4 by LadyShadowblade, literature

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The Song of the Silent Siren 4

But the little songbird had no tears, and decided to do something else instead. Something she would never have dreamed of doing for anyone else besides her darling Panther-Ethan. Taking a long, last, loving look at the Forest of her home, Meadowlark took flight. She flew after the caravan, really hurrying to catch up with her Panther-Ethan and getting enough altitude that she could look down on it. At last she spotted him, his flowing golden hair very obvious amongst all the dark-haired ones, like a pearl amongst onyx. He had already caught up to his lady-love, and was conversing with her animatedly. Meadowlark swooped in a little close

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Miss, I Forgot Your Name by SpikeCalloway, literature

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Miss, I Forgot Your Name

Miss, I Forgot Your Name. When you realize that my touch Becomes more ruthless, When my eyes don't look at you The same way they did before. When little things become bitter And more punishable; prudent I may just go off, when the sun sets; Similar to the times we fought. When the moon arose, it shone bright, My habitual spirit becomes aggressive. You lay beside me with no trepidation, I soon sense your mood is frivolous… Do you like it when I do that to you? As I nail my body harder against yours, When I shift your movement and moans I feel your nails dig into my body, You try to push me back to become gentle Why push me

The Taming of a Spark by sunslashed, literature

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The Taming of a Spark

A small one A jittery, momentary whirl Of butterflies and cupcakes Sweet secrets And an easier time when I didn't care I didn't care about you Not a second were you in my thoughts Not a minute was spent admiring the smooth symmetry of your name To gaze upon it would give me chills To speak of it would make my lips quiver But I hid it, I tried Veiled under by my smarter self And no one could tell Not them Not I Time has thrown itself out the window Slipped through my untrying fingers again Like a slick thief it ran away Stole from the warped inventory Precious spark It hurts to think too hard Even more to realize you've t

Vendetta by sunslashed, literature

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Vendetta

The Epiphany Everything starts with an idea. Strikes of dream and lightbulb halos Divine inspiration. The little, harrowing steps Bulding rhythm, taking chances Realms of mental rhapsody Twist-tied to make sense The glorious, coherent clarity Of an epiphany. The Plotting Messy drawls and stained blueprints Make sense, make order I try, I tried I Lost track of papers burnt Inks exhausted Hours thrown Out the window. To discover the fine line From point A to point B The process of progress Strained beauty on it's own The Unleashing Clock strikes down Tables turned inside out

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The Man of Enigma by LadyShadowblade, visual art

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Current Residence: Timonium
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Favourite photographer: Nick Hadad
Favourite style of art: Impressionism
MP3 player of choice: umm...my trusty Discman...I think...
Shell of choice: Those pretty abalone shells from the beach.
Favourite cartoon character: Ariel
Personal Quote: You don't need someone to be complete, but you need to be complete to be someone.

Favourite Visual Artist

Claude Monet

Favourite Movies

The Shawshank Redemption and The Princess Bride

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Hanson (yes, I said Hanson. Get over it :~P)

Favourite Writers

Lord Byron, Stephen King, J.K. Rowling, Tolkien, John Keats

Favourite Games

Legend of Zelda

Favourite Gaming Platform

RPG

Tools of the Trade

My trusty pen, various pencils, calligraphy kit, journals and sketchpad.

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Theatre, art, writing, boffering, music, medieval, Renaissance and Gothic things.

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LadyShadowblade

Feb 2, 2008

Still Alive

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Wow. Well. I survived my final semester of college.  So you know what that means kids. I am a college graduate.  B.A in theatre.  And I should be posting a copy of my senior thesis up here. That being said I see I have...157 deviations to check out!  I promise I will work through all of them and leave feedback. I do hope everyone is well and good.

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LadyShadowblade

Aug 4, 2007

I've got my head but my head is unravelin

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I would like to apologize to my dA friends for my repeated long absences.  Much has been going on. For starters, I am all moved into my new house!  It's a rowhome I'm sharing with three friends, all of us theatre majors.  It should prove to be an interesting year. I'm also (very) actively job hunting.  My current job as a hostess kinda sorta bites (my manager is an idiot, he's screwed a lot of people over.  Stephen King began The Shining by describing a character as an officious little prick.  That is an apt description of my boss). But now hopefully, back to read and see everyone's works and post one or two of my own... Thanks to my frie

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LadyShadowblade

Jan 19, 2007

Devious Journal Entry

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Well, my friend ~wolftailthefox did this, and I participated, so now it's my turn. So here it goes: The first ten people who comment on this journal will have me go through their gallery and pick my three favorite deviations, which in turn will be featured in this journal. The catch is that to qualify, you MUST post a similar journal, or already be participating in this project. So come on people, who wants to be featured and commented on?