Soaring HighStars and silence were his only companions as he trekked up the deserted mountain path. No even the wind’s howls greeted him as he forged onward higher and higher, the slope climbing and the air thinning. A silver crescent hung amidst the dancing stars overhead, clouds blown clear away by the rising breeze.Soaring High by AllForFire
Not so long ago, such a scene would have been Gael’s personal haven. Traveling staff in hand and rucksack over one shoulder, the ground beneath his sandaled feet, the sky above, the wind in his auburn hair and flowing emerald robes and nothing on the horizon but the schism where the heavens met the mountain ridge.
But his little personal pilgrimage of sorts was beginning to feel like a restless walk without end. Was this not the very reason he had left the Langshiao Temple nearly three moons ago? To no longer feel like he was sitting in pl
Goldfyre: Chapter 3Well, all’s well that ends well. A greater deal of bluster and showmanship was required than would have been prescribed, but as they say, the greatest plans and mice and men…So then, moving swiftly along, time to get to the meat of the matter.Goldfyre: Chapter 3 by AllForFire
“I would wish to know a great many things, my good sir. But currently the most crucial cut of comprehension I would need to acquire right this very moment, is quite simply where our aforementioned firefly resides. Again, having dissimulated the circumstances surrounding their slip-up, you will not convince me you are similarly ignorant of their identity or location.”
Indeed, Wendell was not. In fact, he knew where the culprit – the very term souring his mouth – was located right this very moment. The very same place they had been hiding away for the past three days. The very same place they had lived for years, born and raised a cherished gear in this town’s great clock. Before all this madn
Goldfyre: Chapter 2Mhyrra had not been lying when declaring she was merely an occasional dabbler in the realm of the theatric. It would, however, be a genuinely colossal falsehood for her to deny her rather developed flair for the dramatic had her reveling in the emotional torque she was affecting in this impromptu collection of common folk critics, a visceral satisfaction at being capable of spell-binding an audience without having to resort to not-so-impotent threats and clenched fists. No, mind and soul, broad and strong, were a persons’ truest weapons and strongest tools.Goldfyre: Chapter 2 by AllForFire
Still, she had a duty she swiftly needed to get on with, so her internal posturing would have to wait.
Like any good would-be-thespian, her timing found itself impeccable, as it seems the spell she had cast upon the crowd had chosen this moment to shatter. Surprisingly enough though, the shouting did not resume. In fact, as in some fit of divine comedy, the first thing Mhyrra’s ears caught was the small voice of a young
GoldfyreThe wind’s whistling and the river’s rushing droned on as they fell on deaf ears.Goldfyre by AllForFire
The road, beaten and trodden hundreds and thousands of times, was the only one silent as its sole occupant traveled its earthen length. Their pace was leisurely yet purposeful, the importance of their task superseding any wanton desire to slow and admire the summer bloom before them, drawn hood shielding their vision from the leaden sun, the light thump of their traveling staff seeming to boom and echo in the peaceful breeze, warding off any woodland beasts intrigued enough to approach.
The end of this journey, their destination, was smelt before it was seen, wafting across the wind as they breathed deep. That smell that could tell a thousand stories. Of glory and tragedy. Of victory and despair. Of life and death as it filled the lungs, sharpened the mind and roused the soul.
Burning smokewood. Now it was certain this was the right place.
The village came into view soon after. Nestled
Happy Holidays from DeviantArt!‘Twas the night before Christmas on DeviantArt,Happy Holidays from DeviantArt! by Heidi
Not a paintbrush was stirring, and creators took heart.
The artists scrolled through Daily Deviations with care
Knowing kindred warm-fuzzies soon would be there.
Deviants were all swiping, all snug on their phones
While visions of inspiration across all time zones
Were zapped to their smart device, quick as can be,
At the tap of a button in a +Fav’ing spree!
When across the Interwebs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the Comments to see what was the matter,
“I’m bored,” the Journal wrote, “I’m on a long trip, too.
I don’t have my laptop, and there’s nothing to do.”
I cracked all my knuckles, settled down in my chair,
Then descended upon the keyboard and wrote with a flair:
“Dear Friend, did you not get DA’s early present?
We now have an app, and it won’t cost you one cent!
“On, Watch Feed! On, Browse! On, Explore! On, Today!
Tap-and-hold to fave, sha
Chariots of the Gods: The Fight
Felicia: The arguments have been made, the data complied and the conclusion reached. I should know. I’m a scientist.
Cecilia: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Death Battle!
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"And welcome to Death Battle! That's right, ladies and gentlemen, this time we'll be reporting the match to you live! Isn't this a first in Death Battle history, Fel?"
Fel took a swig of Whiskey,
"You bet, Cel, and why shouldn't it be? Tonight's a spe-(BELCH)-cial occasion."
The host beamed happily, "It sure is! It's the first ever chariot-themed episode of Death Battle!"
"It's bound to be a Friday night fight to remember, Cel. After all, a chariot race between an anime-roided up Alexander the Great and the long-forgotten god of Aztec Cologne? For the first time in history, demographics that wouldn't be caught dead in the same room have suddenly found something in common."
Cel turned to her co-host, head c
Chariots of the Gods: Prelude
Fel: In ancient times, they were conquerors. They cut wide swaths across the world, engraving their feats and legends into the minds of men to pass down the generations. But where one would be remembered for all time, the other would be a forgotten relic... until awakened. Tonight, they ride again, barrelling from the past and straight into the modern day with oiled pecs, bristling manliness and bitchin' rides!
Mad Abe: In this corner, the Rider-class Servant, Iskandar!
Insanus: Better known as Alexander the Great, bitches!
Cel: And in the other corner, Wammu of the Pillar Men!
Fel: I'm Doctor Gershwin, that's my waifu bot, and those two are the Abe's. Together it'll be our job to analyze their strengths, weapons and weaknesses to determine who would win... a Death Battle.
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Real Name: Iskandar (Persian Name)/Alexander (The Great)