He resisted the urge to look back. His usual unwavering demeanor was not with him as he walked away. She was on her own from here. It wasn't fair; but neither was what awaited them. He wanted to protect her from it, shelter her from the pain that was to come. But that wasn't his role to play anymore. He grit his teeth and took the last few steps into the one place everything left. No più voices. No più fear. Nothing but him and his demons. They hissed and mumbled amongst themselves. He shut his eyes and concentrated. From here on, he'd be tested to his very limit. Everything would be lost. o won. There was no più in between. He'd either win, o be suffocated in them. Either way, his trial had already begun and there was no più time to think. The battle was on.
She paused in her spot, steadying herself. It was time to see what the trial was. It was meant to be their deaths, and for some it could be. For others, it could become a lifestyle. o they'd win and be changed. Either way, this wasn't her choice of plans. But now it was time. Their wants, their desires, their very lives no longer mattered in the bigger picture. For now was their one chance. And it was time to fulfill destiny's greater design.
He stepped back from the door, bracing himself. There was no time to change what had been designed, what had been planned. But that didn't mean he had to like it. The course of his life, the pain and suffering could finally amount to some greater purpose. o it could only mirror all his effort in this. He wasn't too keen about that. But if he did loose, he'd promised to have them taken care of. He no longer had the option till this was over. If he lived that long. So he took a breath and walked in.
She stared, watching as things seemed to slowly start again. It was weird. This whole thing. She avoided it like the plague. But in the same likeness, it stayed attached to her. Not for lack of trying. It wasn't fair....but the results if they refused were not fair either. And so, she had no choice but to accept. She wished she could run and hide as she had done so many times before. Yet, how could she? The feeling set in again; selfish betrayal. She couldn't refuse. And now she stood waiting for it to take her over. It was like a wave. It threatened to pull her under. But unlike before, she had things to fight for now, people to save. And she'd use everything inside her to save them.
She stared into the distance, the rain thundering down in floods and soaking into her skin. It had started. It was going to be much worse now. She hadn't liked how they'd left things. And now that everything she'd ever trained for was coming to a close, she wouldn't let it stay like this. She blinked, pulling out of her thoughts. Her skin was numb to the cold da now, and she could tell her body was shivering. She debated going to get something warm to help, but all of a sudden she wanted nothing più than to curl up at his side and sleep. She could feel all their eyes on her as she made her way back down. Things were going to start but she just needed to be near him now.
Fog covered the mountains, snow falling lightly around her. Her raven hair whipped around in the wind and she held the hilt of her sword tightly in her hands. This wasn't what she wanted. She had never wanted this. Why this was her trial, she didn't know. But she had to go through. She was tough, her entire life clearly stated as much. But for her, this was the worst of it. Where it had all started. Where everything would change; where she would change. This was the last of it. After this, her whole life would change and everything she had defined herself to be would be ripped from her. But the cost of her life over millions wasn't a consequence worth debating. She'd do it no matter how much it would hurt. She was a warrior and this was her conquest. Her hero's journey. And it all starts now.
So This is the end of Victory. I'll be Scrivere another story, with each individual's journey and then you'll be able to figure it all out~
She paused in her spot, steadying herself. It was time to see what the trial was. It was meant to be their deaths, and for some it could be. For others, it could become a lifestyle. o they'd win and be changed. Either way, this wasn't her choice of plans. But now it was time. Their wants, their desires, their very lives no longer mattered in the bigger picture. For now was their one chance. And it was time to fulfill destiny's greater design.
He stepped back from the door, bracing himself. There was no time to change what had been designed, what had been planned. But that didn't mean he had to like it. The course of his life, the pain and suffering could finally amount to some greater purpose. o it could only mirror all his effort in this. He wasn't too keen about that. But if he did loose, he'd promised to have them taken care of. He no longer had the option till this was over. If he lived that long. So he took a breath and walked in.
She stared, watching as things seemed to slowly start again. It was weird. This whole thing. She avoided it like the plague. But in the same likeness, it stayed attached to her. Not for lack of trying. It wasn't fair....but the results if they refused were not fair either. And so, she had no choice but to accept. She wished she could run and hide as she had done so many times before. Yet, how could she? The feeling set in again; selfish betrayal. She couldn't refuse. And now she stood waiting for it to take her over. It was like a wave. It threatened to pull her under. But unlike before, she had things to fight for now, people to save. And she'd use everything inside her to save them.
She stared into the distance, the rain thundering down in floods and soaking into her skin. It had started. It was going to be much worse now. She hadn't liked how they'd left things. And now that everything she'd ever trained for was coming to a close, she wouldn't let it stay like this. She blinked, pulling out of her thoughts. Her skin was numb to the cold da now, and she could tell her body was shivering. She debated going to get something warm to help, but all of a sudden she wanted nothing più than to curl up at his side and sleep. She could feel all their eyes on her as she made her way back down. Things were going to start but she just needed to be near him now.
Fog covered the mountains, snow falling lightly around her. Her raven hair whipped around in the wind and she held the hilt of her sword tightly in her hands. This wasn't what she wanted. She had never wanted this. Why this was her trial, she didn't know. But she had to go through. She was tough, her entire life clearly stated as much. But for her, this was the worst of it. Where it had all started. Where everything would change; where she would change. This was the last of it. After this, her whole life would change and everything she had defined herself to be would be ripped from her. But the cost of her life over millions wasn't a consequence worth debating. She'd do it no matter how much it would hurt. She was a warrior and this was her conquest. Her hero's journey. And it all starts now.
So This is the end of Victory. I'll be Scrivere another story, with each individual's journey and then you'll be able to figure it all out~
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen o king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced da a new queen. A seven anno old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen o king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced da a new queen. A seven anno old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the descrizione from Robin_Love, but the successivo Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive bacheca posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive bacheca posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Copy
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying te guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather te conciously knew what te were doing o not. te did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when te copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea te worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know te can do it. te guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying te guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather te conciously knew what te were doing o not. te did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when te copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea te worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know te can do it. te guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.