(Note: This is told from Silhouette's point of view, and this takes place in the future)
Click, click, click I listened to the sound of my heels clamp against the damp sidewalk. It was already dark, and some clouds drifted among the sky. The city I was in was rather calming mood, with bronze and dull goud buildings, and black street-lanterns lining the copper-tiled sidewalks. A gorgeous fontein every other block of so. With winter on the way, there was snow scatted on the ground, like an infestation. I was wearing what I usually did, black boot-like heels, black leggings, a black jas with a very distinct look, and a gigantic top, boven hat. People gave me weird looks because of my face. The outer shell was worn off my left side of my face.(My left, not yours.) My robotic insides were exposed, but I didn't care for their opinions. Were I was going, looks didn't matter. I had left my town, leaving them hanging. I was the mayor, afterall. And they all cared for me deeply, but, truth is, I could've cared less for them. The only kid I liked there was Jonas, the nicest 7-year-old orphan ever. But staying would've put him in meer danger. So I left, and after a week, I'm here. And I haven't stopped walking. The only thing I took with me was a suitcase full of papers, which I was holding in my right hand. My left hand was being kept warm in my jas pocket. I had hardly any family left. My "Dad" had died years ago. But not because he barely ate, he was executed. I don't miss him, but I suppose I should give him thanks, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here. But on seconde thought, I'm not all that happy either, so maybe I shouldn't thank him so quickly.
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It was getting late, no one was on the sidewalk anymore and stores were starting the close. Except for the occasinal car, I was alone. Some may have been scared in my situtation: Alone at night, with only your thoughts to keep u calm. But I had nothing to fear, all my nightmares were about to come true. As I continued to walk, the strangest thing happened. I was approached door a butterfly. With winter on the verge of appearing, I figured all the insects were dead already. This vlinder was different, it's wings were blue, yet it looked like a monarch butterfly. A mysterious blue glow shrouded the vlinder like a shield, protecting it from the rest of the chaotic world that surrounded it. I truly envyed the creature infront of me. It was so gentle, so delicate, so fragile, and so beautiful. And here I was, standing infront of it, just another ugly homp, stoere binken of metal from the scrapyard. While people probably admired this butterfly, they always cowarded in fear when they saw me. Why? Because I was different? Because I didn't fit in? What did this vlinder have that I didn't? Then I realized it didn't matter; I realized I'd rather be feared than loved. I expected the vlinder to fly away, seeing as I wasn't a flower. But this insect stayed, fluttering around me, landing on my hat, my shoulder, and even sometimes on my nose. Though the sight was truly a beauty, this vlinder couldn't stay with me forever. I let it land upon my finger tip, and held it to the sky. "Go on" I cooed "You can leave now." But the vlinder seemed to refuse. So I held it to my face, and stared at it, admiring it's beauty, before saying "Really, please go. Butterflies don't live that long, and u don't want to spend that time with a heartless monster like me. So, go on, leave." I lifted my finger to the sky again, and this time, the vlinder did fly away. It soared into sky, leaving an invisible trail behind it. "Goodbye," I said, as if it could hear me. Then it was gone. Completely out of sight. So I continued walking. I heard the roar of a train from a distance. I let out a sly smile. I was almost there. I was right where I needed to be. A city I didn't know, at night, in the light of the full moon. Listening to the sound of my heels going click, click, click.
Click, click, click I listened to the sound of my heels clamp against the damp sidewalk. It was already dark, and some clouds drifted among the sky. The city I was in was rather calming mood, with bronze and dull goud buildings, and black street-lanterns lining the copper-tiled sidewalks. A gorgeous fontein every other block of so. With winter on the way, there was snow scatted on the ground, like an infestation. I was wearing what I usually did, black boot-like heels, black leggings, a black jas with a very distinct look, and a gigantic top, boven hat. People gave me weird looks because of my face. The outer shell was worn off my left side of my face.(My left, not yours.) My robotic insides were exposed, but I didn't care for their opinions. Were I was going, looks didn't matter. I had left my town, leaving them hanging. I was the mayor, afterall. And they all cared for me deeply, but, truth is, I could've cared less for them. The only kid I liked there was Jonas, the nicest 7-year-old orphan ever. But staying would've put him in meer danger. So I left, and after a week, I'm here. And I haven't stopped walking. The only thing I took with me was a suitcase full of papers, which I was holding in my right hand. My left hand was being kept warm in my jas pocket. I had hardly any family left. My "Dad" had died years ago. But not because he barely ate, he was executed. I don't miss him, but I suppose I should give him thanks, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here. But on seconde thought, I'm not all that happy either, so maybe I shouldn't thank him so quickly.
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It was getting late, no one was on the sidewalk anymore and stores were starting the close. Except for the occasinal car, I was alone. Some may have been scared in my situtation: Alone at night, with only your thoughts to keep u calm. But I had nothing to fear, all my nightmares were about to come true. As I continued to walk, the strangest thing happened. I was approached door a butterfly. With winter on the verge of appearing, I figured all the insects were dead already. This vlinder was different, it's wings were blue, yet it looked like a monarch butterfly. A mysterious blue glow shrouded the vlinder like a shield, protecting it from the rest of the chaotic world that surrounded it. I truly envyed the creature infront of me. It was so gentle, so delicate, so fragile, and so beautiful. And here I was, standing infront of it, just another ugly homp, stoere binken of metal from the scrapyard. While people probably admired this butterfly, they always cowarded in fear when they saw me. Why? Because I was different? Because I didn't fit in? What did this vlinder have that I didn't? Then I realized it didn't matter; I realized I'd rather be feared than loved. I expected the vlinder to fly away, seeing as I wasn't a flower. But this insect stayed, fluttering around me, landing on my hat, my shoulder, and even sometimes on my nose. Though the sight was truly a beauty, this vlinder couldn't stay with me forever. I let it land upon my finger tip, and held it to the sky. "Go on" I cooed "You can leave now." But the vlinder seemed to refuse. So I held it to my face, and stared at it, admiring it's beauty, before saying "Really, please go. Butterflies don't live that long, and u don't want to spend that time with a heartless monster like me. So, go on, leave." I lifted my finger to the sky again, and this time, the vlinder did fly away. It soared into sky, leaving an invisible trail behind it. "Goodbye," I said, as if it could hear me. Then it was gone. Completely out of sight. So I continued walking. I heard the roar of a train from a distance. I let out a sly smile. I was almost there. I was right where I needed to be. A city I didn't know, at night, in the light of the full moon. Listening to the sound of my heels going click, click, click.
My first story, so, if u wanna make suggestions, post of a forum ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and dogs yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and dogs yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
Typhoon Saga Power Levels:
Regular Typhoon: 100
Damayz Possessed Typhoon: 100,000
Mother: 11,123
Shane: 13,000
Shadow: 22,000
Alyosius: 12,004
Book 2: 11,000
Haze (Typhoon Saga: 55,000
Dahlaz: 80,000
Android Typhoon: 75,126
Rouge: 1,000
Damayz (Typhoon Saga): 300,000
Damayz Possessed Dahlaz: 600,000
Haze the Hedgehog Saga Power Levels (So Far):
Haze: 90,000
Nocturn: 100,000
Shockwave: 30,000
Mother: 25,000
Soundwave: 24,000
Hydra: 98,000
Damayz (Haze Saga): 1,000,000
Nightmare: 5,000,000
Xiz: 900,812
Xiz (Full Power): 2,000,000
Typhoon (Haze Saga): 892,412
Typhoon (All Out): 999,999
Typhoon (Weakened): 200,000
Xiz (Weakened): 300,000
Dezray: 666,000
EVEZ: 890,789
Rei: 1,000,000
And that's all,for now anyways.
And yush Power Levels are HUGE Reference to DBZ,But someones gotta know how strong they are. XD
Regular Typhoon: 100
Damayz Possessed Typhoon: 100,000
Mother: 11,123
Shane: 13,000
Shadow: 22,000
Alyosius: 12,004
Book 2: 11,000
Haze (Typhoon Saga: 55,000
Dahlaz: 80,000
Android Typhoon: 75,126
Rouge: 1,000
Damayz (Typhoon Saga): 300,000
Damayz Possessed Dahlaz: 600,000
Haze the Hedgehog Saga Power Levels (So Far):
Haze: 90,000
Nocturn: 100,000
Shockwave: 30,000
Mother: 25,000
Soundwave: 24,000
Hydra: 98,000
Damayz (Haze Saga): 1,000,000
Nightmare: 5,000,000
Xiz: 900,812
Xiz (Full Power): 2,000,000
Typhoon (Haze Saga): 892,412
Typhoon (All Out): 999,999
Typhoon (Weakened): 200,000
Xiz (Weakened): 300,000
Dezray: 666,000
EVEZ: 890,789
Rei: 1,000,000
And that's all,for now anyways.
And yush Power Levels are HUGE Reference to DBZ,But someones gotta know how strong they are. XD
Conene Arulekki
Bloody Hell. Siren is late, again. Not like I'm surprised, I don't really care about the physco either. I didn't even know if it was a boy of a girl.
door now, my phone was vibrating. It was Siren texting me. How fun.
Siren; ello lovve
Conene; u bloody idiot, get your ezel over here.
Siren; I love you, too~ ♥
..... What the in the seven Hells is wrong with it.
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It was nine door the time Siren showed up, I was asleep door then. Now, why in the Hell would I give him my key? Who the Hell knows, I might have been drunk that night. Now I regret it. Oh wait, I'm in my room. I tend to always lock it when I'm sleepy. Score
Siren Orizano
I miss that little asshole, Conene~♥ I unlocked his door and shut it behind me. He wasn't anywhere down stairs. Aw man, he's upstairs. That, I don't have a key for. Ahah, Little asshole, I'll find u some day~ ♥
Bloody Hell. Siren is late, again. Not like I'm surprised, I don't really care about the physco either. I didn't even know if it was a boy of a girl.
door now, my phone was vibrating. It was Siren texting me. How fun.
Siren; ello lovve
Conene; u bloody idiot, get your ezel over here.
Siren; I love you, too~ ♥
..... What the in the seven Hells is wrong with it.
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It was nine door the time Siren showed up, I was asleep door then. Now, why in the Hell would I give him my key? Who the Hell knows, I might have been drunk that night. Now I regret it. Oh wait, I'm in my room. I tend to always lock it when I'm sleepy. Score
Siren Orizano
I miss that little asshole, Conene~♥ I unlocked his door and shut it behind me. He wasn't anywhere down stairs. Aw man, he's upstairs. That, I don't have a key for. Ahah, Little asshole, I'll find u some day~ ♥
Name: Scorch the Werehog
Gender: Male
Powers: Strong, and fire
Likes: Hunting, fighting, video games
Dislikes: wolf vein plant, demons, too many meer to list...
Appearance: Red with oranje fur, black claws (nails), sharp teeth, and has brown eyes. His (My) shoes are green, purple, and blue.
Short Bio: When Scorch was born, he was actually born a hedgehog. But a evil echidna didn't like that Scorch even existed. So, he put a curse on Scorch that made him a werehog dag and night. Scorch's parents weren't too thrilled about that but tried to raise him as a normal kid. (you can see how I turned out)
Gender: Male
Powers: Strong, and fire
Likes: Hunting, fighting, video games
Dislikes: wolf vein plant, demons, too many meer to list...
Appearance: Red with oranje fur, black claws (nails), sharp teeth, and has brown eyes. His (My) shoes are green, purple, and blue.
Short Bio: When Scorch was born, he was actually born a hedgehog. But a evil echidna didn't like that Scorch even existed. So, he put a curse on Scorch that made him a werehog dag and night. Scorch's parents weren't too thrilled about that but tried to raise him as a normal kid. (you can see how I turned out)