silverfox

OKAY THAT WOULD BE AWESOME I'LL ASK MY DAD WHEN THIS SONG IS OVER CUZ I'M ATTATCHED TO THE COMPUTER YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSSS ...

Yeah. I can come over. But we need plans and time and such ...

Yeah, I had him sleeping only in boxers. But then Kitsune comes and though I can't picture it normally bothering him even if he knew she was female, he can sense something weird about her from the start, though he doesn't even realise that himself. Ehm ... oh yeah. So then he decides to wear a shirt to bed, because Kitsune, in addition to really freaking him out subconciously, is not exactly at the top of his favourite-people-list, especially that first day. Yeah. He really doesn't like her at first.

But anywho. Is August arachnophobic? If not ... I'll die, because I have a little part that kind of depends on his being afraid of spiders. It's part of the little plot-arc that I'm using for my science story ...

Wings

"For those who feel that they’ve completely lost in life: it’s alright to feel failure, and it’s alright to cry because of it.

Even the most successful can be brought to their knees; they have to start over again. Where to start over, how to start over? There is no real answer to this, but it’s never too late to begin.

The foundation is there already there to step upon - the tears of self-acknowledgment. Build upon it with accomplishment, make it as high as the success you wish to define.

I want to tell you, that right now, I am a failure in many ways, but I look forward to the future, where I can rebuild with persistence the me I wish to be.

I used to have doubts about who I was, but that was only because I doubted myself. Although I am a failure ...

... my wings have never grown so long, father."

I was on some site and I found this. If it were a song (which it very well might be), it would be the Phantom's themesong. Well, assuming it had a nice melody and such. But the lyrics are perfect. Gah, especially the last line. But yeah. On the original document I have it saved in that font that I decided was August's handwriting. Yup. It's prettyful.

For the birthday things, if you want a very accurate desciption of that person, take 21 december but replace the weaknesses with always-thinks-it's-their-fault, anti-social (as in, doesn't talk about their problems), and ... um ... kind of ... I don't really know how to put into words ... maybe 'pushes away anyone who tries to help' ...?? hah, now you can guess who it is. x3 You should me able to; this one's easy.

I should write short bio things like that, with strengths, weaknesses, and maybe a word that really describes them.

What the hell, I'll do one for Psyn right now.

Psyn
Strengths: compassionate, friendly, innocent, strong (doesn't get held back by little trifles).
Weaknesses: a little too stubborn, ignorant (can be stupid at times), poor anger management.
Keyword: 'Paradox'

More Auguuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssttttt~~~

August didn't quite fancy his chances as a human alone against such a beast, so he did the first thing that occured to him. He held the sword up over his head in both hands, and brought it point-first down into the length of serpent just before where he was standing. It might not have noticed his earlier hacking, but anything will notice a foot-long piece of metal being inserted into its flesh.
The serpent writhed, and the blond man was thrown off, despite his valiant efforts not to do so. The rusty sword, however, remained lodged in the thing's neck. Now unarmed, August picked himself back up. The good news was, at least the demon had gotten free. The bad news ... the snake was now focused on August instead. shoot.
He picked up a rock, being the only thing in sight, and lobbed it at the beast. It didn't seem to have much effect; on the contrary, it only seemed to further annoy his poisonous green foe.
August dove out of the way as a section of serpent that was over a foot thick swung in his direction. He rolled back in the opposite direction as the fangs came dangerously close to his head. The demon, blocked from reaching August by a roiling mass of snake, threw rocks at the thing, shouted obscenities in what sounded like at least two other languages besides those that August knew, but the snake, angered by its injuries, had eyes only for the blonde man. It seemed all was lost when, as though by some kind of miracle, the sword landed a foot or so beyond the reach of August's left arm.
He lunged for it just as the thing's tail struck the earth where he'd been not a moment before. He shut his eyes as shards of stone rained down on him. He grabbed for the sword, his fingers wrapped around the blade near the hilt. Luckily it was not as sharp as his usual sword; that would have sliced his fingers right off. As it was, his palm was barely scratched. A normal person might then have worried about tetanus from the rusted metal, but August was quite beyond the point of caring. He flipped it into his right hand.
The snake was coming at him again, this time to deal the final blow with the fangs. August grasped the sword with both hands, the blood on his left making it slide slightly, and held it point-up. As the snake brought its fangs down, he thrust the blade up, into the roof of its mouth. The sword might not have been long, the entire thing was shorter than his arm, but it pierced straight through the roof of the snake's mouth and out between its big yellow eyes. Blood sprayed down over him, he could smell it in the air like rust and salt as it soaked through his hair and shirt, making his hands slide off the blade that he no longer needed.
It lost control of its muscles, falling down on August, but it didn't matter. He'd won. The demons in the stands were roaring, shouting in their native tongue, excited by the excess of blood and gore. He raised a fist in triumph, grinning through the blood that spattered his face. A mistake, as it turned out.
Because it was only then that August noticed the length of ivory-white protruding from his arm. A fang. And a split second later he felt the poison creeping along his arm. This poison was not like the previous one; that had been intended to sedate. This poison was designed to kill. And it looked like it would be successful.
He collapsed to his knees, trying not to move. Blackness was clouding his vision, as his own heartbeat spread the poison. What an irony, that the thing that kept him alive would be the thing that killed him ...
Then it was receding, as though something was drawing the contaminated blood back out. He couldn't see, the pain was numbing. Wasn't dying supposed to be painful? If this was dying, then it wasn't so bad ...
There was nothing but blood. It was all he could smell, all he could taste. He was submerged in its stickiness. It was in his eyes, and if blood had made a sound then surely he would have been able to hear it too, but as it was there was naught but quiet; the crowd, the voices speaking demon far-off, like there were feathers in his ears.
And then, everything was gone, spiralling down into cold, empty blackness.

LALALALALA YOUR PHONE IS NOT BEING PICKED UP ZOMG WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE LULZ.

I was watching Peter play runescape (this online game he's obsessed with) earlier, and these two other people were saying lines from Charlie the Unicorn. I laughed so hard. And it was made even funnier because Peter didn't get a thing they were talking about.

Oh wow. Day of the great Enigma. I saw that and thought, 'perfect!' Not all of the other stuff is, but just that makes it perfect. Enigma. Hahaha ... That was the day I was leaning towards already, but this confirms it.

AUGH I HATE EFFING ATLANTICA~~!!! I am currently horrifically stuck. Maybe I'll cheat and leave for Neverland. Glide is what I need, to get a couple of boxes and shoot in monstro that I can't get to in there ...

Okies, now you have to send back what you think it says. Just to seee how close you got. xD

Random Guy: Akh, ekelhaft! Kosten na Menskh de!
>Leiterden! Eindreling fange!
Snake: Ja, abveizen de.
Random Guy: verzi-und.
Angel: Vesukhen da?
Stupidface: Ja.
Griffin: Jehzt. Ausländren na vas tun da?
Stupidface: Essen da?
Bloody: Daemonfresr vunskhen nicht!
Dragon: Ne, fleisch na seltzen de.
Snake: Kommen da?
Prophet: Daemonsprakh redet nicht.
Griffin: 'Jerdeiner na Menskhenfer redet da?'
>'Nichtzen da?'
>'Vas tun da?'
Bloody: 'Menskh na gefängnis verfend.'
Griffin: 'Vählen na. Meinung na artei da?'
>Dieder, ne.
Stupidface: 'Ich na Menskh du vünskhen essen.'

I AM TALKING ON THE PHONE WITH YOU NO WAI LULZ!!!!!11!!!!!11!!!111eleventyone

okies, to see the demon alphabet, click THIS LINK.

When August came to, there was a piece of cloth tied around his shoulder like a crude bandage. He tried sitting up. He still felt a little dizzy, but at least he was capable of moving. His head felt fuzzy, like he was drugged, and he couldn't seem to string two coherent thoughts together.
'Hey,' the voice from earlier croaked. 'Human should lie down.'
August slumped back to his elbows. 'Whahappen'd?' he asked. It was dark, but a faint torch-light snuck in through the cracks around the door. It was impossible to tell whether it was day or night. His internal clock was completely thrown off.
He blinked, faint shapes beginning to appear in the swirling dark, barely illuminated, darkest grey on black. He looked blindly in the direction of the voice, eyes probing the darkest corner of the prison, but to no avail. The chinks of torchlight that outlined the door were too weak to reach that far.
There was a scraping as a brick was pulled out on level with the floor, and a crude bowl of unsymmetrical sun-baked clay was pushed in. The light of a torch streamed in, and for a second, in the relative brightness, the cell's other occupant was visible. August gasped as the light hit him, catching him at an eerily unnatural angle, as it came from the same level as the floor.
His cellmate was one of them. The winged people. He had long, tangled black hair and glowing crimson eyes with those same heavy eyelids. His face was more pointed, and he was thinner, though that may have been because he was on prison rations. His hands were chained behind his back, the chain then running to the wall, where it was embedded securely in the stone. His wings had long, black feathers, but there was something odd about their shape; that being closer to bat wings. There was a small mark centred under each eye, like raindrops turned upside down.
Then the brick scraped back in, and he could no longer see the creature.
'What's wrong, human? You look like you've seen a ghost.'
'You ... you're one of those ... winged things!'
'Ha, that's the best thing I've ever heard them called. And no, I'm not, or why'd I be in here?'
'But ... you have wings!'
'Hmm, s'pose I do. But that don't make me one of the 'winged things'. I'm here 'cause I'm Zhar-ptitsa. The only reason they keep me alive is for entertainment.'
August found himself curious, despite knowing that this creature was probably dangerous, and might try to use him. This creature could tell him anything, and he wouldn't know whether it was the truth or not. Knowing this, he still found himself asking, 'What kind of entertainment?'
'Well ... they lock you in this cage, and all watch ... it's a huge arena. Then, they open this door ... and put some nasty beastie in there with you. You lose, you're beastie food.'
August shook his head. The creature's wording was hardly eloquent; but then, he wasn't one to talk, not being too good at that himself. He reached for the plate of food, at which the creature hissed and, probably due to the fact that his hands were bound, kicked August's hand away.
'What? Don't I get some?' It looked like dried strips of meat. What kind of meat was impossible to discern, but either way, August was too hungry to care.
'No.' The eyes that glowed a faint, glimmering garnet flickered from the plate to August's hand.
'But why not? There's surely plenty for us both.'
His companion hissed again. 'Fine. Take it if you want. But remember, hands are bound, so can't be help if you start dying.'
August froze, hand halfway to the plate. '... what?'
The winged creature rolled his eyes. 'Meat poisoned, stupidface. Or maybe drugged. Don't know what effect is on humans, but makes me sicker than anything you've ever seen.'
'Oh. Do they ever give us food that isn't dr - wait. How do you know it's drugged?' He knew he should be suspicious of this creature, but somehow the other came across as likeable, a fellow prisoner. August, being a kind, happy-go-lucky person, wasn't at all good at disliking people.
'I can smell it on there.' August leaned forward to sniff, and his dark-haired companion laughed at him. 'Of course, weak human nose not able to smell.'
August frowned at him, and he laughed. 'As to Adan's other query ... no, don't always poison. Even menskh can tell, because then it's rotten. Stinks like hell.'
'So let me get this straight. It's either poisoned, or rancid.'
'Quite right. I suggest you dump that down the privvyhole, so they'll think we ate it. They won't feed us for another couple of days after this, but it's better than being drugged.'
'A couple of days! What, are you mad?'
'Of course, there is always the matter of that thing in your pocket. It smells like food.' The glowing irises narrowed. 'You will share, right?' Suddenly, the voice was not quite so friendly.
August felt himself flushing. He had forgotten about the travel-bread in his pocket, that Kitsune had given him oh so long ago. And, quite honestly, he was not too keen on sharing.
'... fine. But I don't have that much. I-'
'Sedho!' the creature hissed.
'What-?' August was cuffed in the face with the wing. It made his lip bleed. 'Ow! What was that for?'
'I said, shut it. They're coming to take us to the arena. Leave the food in your pocket here, lest it be powdered during the fight.'
'How do I know you won't take it?' the blonde man hissed.
The eyes rolled at the cieling. 'Hide it at that end. I'm chained, remember?' He jangled them for extra effect. 'Just hurry, before they open the door. Then it's too late.'
August hid the leaf-wrapped parcel amongst a pile of rubble. He opened his mouth crossly, but the door grated open. No time, it seemed. He was grabbed roughly and shoved out of the cell; another of the creatures went in to undo the chains binding his companion. They were then dragged along and out into the daylight.
August looked up at the cliff walls. <<scientific description whoooooooooooooooo>>
The pair of them were shoved into a large cage. More of the winged creatures filled the stands of the amphitheatre. August was quick to notice that the creatures kept to their own groups. Few mingled with what appeared to be other ethnic groups. Some even looked like they were openly taunting those of another group; making racist jokes.
His fellow prisoner - what had he called himself? Zhar-ptitsa - seemed to read his mind. 'They don't like being forced to live in one place all together. Different tribes don't get along. But then, Demons in general don't get along.'
There was a rumbling sound, and a heavy stone block grated aside. The creature emerged; a huge, poisonous-green serpent. August stumbled back, but the demon ran forward, wings unfurling as he threw himself at the serpent's head. August wasn't dazed long, however; he soon yanked a rusted blade out of the ground, running at the snake with a savage bellow. He swung the blade back, but the blunt sword barely cut the venemous green scales. It was like trying to cut down a hundred-year-old tree with a steak knife.
August glanced up. The creature was quite ignoring him; it was more than occupied by the demon. His cellmate was flying around its head, striking it with wings and anything else he could get close enough. Then it whipped its tail out of the hole, flattening the demon against the cliff wall. August jumped up onto a thick coil of snake, and ran up its body. It was drawing its head back, preparing to strike. Long white fangs glimmered poisonously, just waiting to plunge themselves into flesh ...
August didn't quite fancy his chances as a human alone against such a beast, so he did the first thing that occured to him. He held the sword up over his head in both hands, and brought it point-first down into the length of serpent just before where he was standing. It might not have noticed his earlier hacking, but anything will notice a foot-long piece of metal being inserted into its flesh.

Whhooo super crunchy action! xDDD

Meh. I tried to call, but you didn't pick up. I'll try again tomorrow, though. xD; Keep your phone on. Because ... yeah. I like my science paper. Cept, it's muches too long, so I need to cut maybe two thirds of the freaking story. Because it's s'posed to be about 700 words. I tried to get an account on fanfiction.net, but they haven't sent the stupid confirmation email yet. Can I just use yours, if at all possible? I won't post anything. I just need the word count. xD;