Today be my birthday =^•^=
“I’m tired.... Tired of seeing you hurt the people I care about. I
warned you what would happen if you pushed me to far. Now the very
power you sought to face is gonna make you SUFFER!
Wanna do a 1x1. pm me if interested, and I’ll spill the beans about
“Wai- You wanted time use the dragon balls...”
“But you tried to kill Piccolo.”
“What do you- Oh. Oh ****, Thank god my henchmen are
*Kami in the background* “Your welcome.
*Kami translated to God for those who don’t know*
Being Human is our greatest curse. We are born without Mana...
Power in its purest form. Our world ruled by it, and so did we.
Whenever our encampments and villages were found, we were usually
slaughtered... But then... one day, no one died. The ones with an
affinity for power, Mana, were taken away....
......Do I even have to say it?... I.... I feel so bad for
Around Half a year ago, I started something called ‘A Gaurdians
Diary’ Recently, I’ve been thinking of continuing it, Or I might
Make a RP if it. If you guys want, I could make one of two RPs off
it. If I get enough Hearts, I’ll post a poll between the two types.
......I’m Sorry Fluffball. I think your outclassed.
I never did Finish This....Hmmm.
So..... Where did I Leave off? Of yea.
AHEM! Espeon Beat Jolteon! Now to the last Semifinal Round,
! Winning team gets put in a raffle
for 50 Nuggets!
Just a small announcement, I have opened a Roleplaying forum on
Fanfiction.net, so im going to be there a little more often. So
yea, love you all. ^w^
Broken Angel, *Or just Broken* is a writing persona/OC. As a OC, he
has two abilities that have to do with his book writing. One, when
he writes a book, a new reality/universe is created from it. He has
a tendency to make books seem like they don't end, because if he
were to put down a "The End", that universe would end. His second
ability is that at another persons request, he can write them into
his story. They can experience that reality for themselves.
Is that cool for an OC or no? Broken is one of my oldest ones :T
Pokémon Masters anyone?
Found him. It’s been a week since my last post. I walked until a
Came to a weird place. The snow ended, and was a desert. But Art...
His wings wet melted and his body was scorched. A few hours after i
dragged him back to the ice, he woke up. He refused to tell me who
hurt him. I failed him. I’m supposed to protect him. It’s my
purpose... and I failed him. I should Shut this journal before my
tears ruin it. If you ever reed this, I’m sorry Art.
Articuno.... He... hasn’t came back yet. I’m getting a bit worried.
I’m his guardian! I should have gone with him. Art... Please come
back safe and sound! I’m not much without you. Your company would
have been gift enough! But... I guess you have gone out every year.
What’s taking you so long? If your not back by tommorw, I’m coming
for you Art!
Journal! Guess what? Art told me today was my 19th birthday! My
12th year staying with this big blue bird~ He went out today saying
he was going to get me a special gift~ I’m kinda excited! I’m going
to smother him with affection when he gets back! He was so sweet
this morning. When I woke up he looked a bit tired, Apperently
while I had slept, he flew a great distance to get rare berries
just for me~ Eek! Well, I guess I’ll wait for him to get back. I
wish he would tell me his birthday! I would love to do something
special for him! I can’t wait for him to get back!
Hello again Journal! Art suggested I write about my past.
Wouldn’t that make this an Auto-Biography? Meh, I digress. My past
isn’t much... at least that I can remember. I used to have black
hair though, before the “Incident.” When I was young, around 7 or
something, I was walking along an intricate bridge that had frozen
over. I faintly recall who I think were my parents call out, and
then... the bridge snapped. I fell into the freezing waters below.
I... I think I died. I heard voices. No, A voice. It said “Second
Chance.” And I awoke to be smothered by 15 pounds of warm feathers.
(Aka Art) My hair is now a lighter blue, almost like Art’s
feathers! Although his wing feathers are made of NeverMeltIce...
Although they can be broken. When I first saw it happen I was
terrified! Until he just blew ice on it and they grew back. Welp,
that’s enough for today! See you tommorow journal!
Art brought me this journal. Guess I’ll keep stuff in here.
Hello Journal! I’m Arira Desu, Protecter Of the Freezing winds. My
partner and protectee would be Articuno, Though he prefers Art. I
live in a really large icy cave, but Art managed to carve the Ice
like a castle! It’s kinda cool. Sometimes, when we’re out flying
about, he picks up things and brings them back, i.e this journal.
So far he’s brought me a couple books, a few sparkling crystals,
and this weird blue orb. I don’t really need a bed here either,
cause despite Art being an Ice Type, his feathers are really warm.
Might be why I’m laying in them right now haha! Speaking of bed,
I’m tired. I’ll write more tomorrow, Journal.