On an OOC note:

MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!

That is all.

A friendly smile wished patents a good night as Dr. Ryan Asher ushered the last pair out of his clinic. Subconsciously he left the door open long enough to let an unseen figure slip through before he locked up for the night. Quietly he filed the last of his papers and straightened the waiting room to the idle chat of NPR. His last bit of business ( Read more... )

That's right readers...You post this to your livejournal, your readers choose their character, your character, and what song they want YOU to write ( Read more... )

OOC P.S.- I made me a new icon too. >^_^

OOC: So today in a desparate attempt to work on being artistic, I decided to do some portaits of Ia. Let me know which one you like best. I'm trying to decide on which one to put on my wiki page.


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A storm was rolling in. The little Dragon could smell the stench of dead fish on the wind that passed over the lake. She was now on her 3rd lap, racing around the valley at 120 mph on her bike. The force of her will kept the cops off her tail and others from attempting to race. The night air was warm and the sky clear. The kind of night where one ( Read more... )

Just something that popped into my head tonight. Decieded to actually put it down this time. I forget how much I like writting. Its not for any particular charecter. Might be the start of one I might bring in later. But this for the most part was just for amusement. >^_^< Yeay for gore!

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On a OOC note, I just posted my first update for my Mage Liberalis. You can see it here
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It was another frosty night. The sounds of the city were slowly dying away as people went to their warm homes to sleep and prepare for the upcoming day. The cold seems to sharpen all the sounds. Making them as crisp as ice. No one should be out in this. But Ia didn't care. She laid stretch out on one of the oldest graves in the cemetary. The light ( Read more... )

Angryly she slamed the door behind her and retreated into the cool of the warrens. Down here it was cold, dark, quiet, and she could be alone. Her growls echoed down the corridor. Scrapping claws along the stone walls, left showers of sparks to light her way. It was a little ways before she reached her bike then moments till she was racing down the ( Read more... )