It had been a maand since she left and Maurice still counted the empty days that passed without her. He wasn’t over Noda, nowhere close to giving up as long he felt her beating in his heart. Maurice knew why she left but, couldn’t make sense of it. Lately, he couldn’t make sense of anything.
Standing at the edge of Angel Island, where the wind would ruffle his vacht, bont and tangle his spines behind him, he felt closest to her. Here, he could feel her clearly, he could hear her breathing, and almost, just almost he could see her if closed his eyes.
This was her spot, their spot for only a night. This was also the spot where she fought her Father and lost. Maurice remembered that painful moment very clearly…
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The Guardian lifted his daughter high above the ground, his un-gloved nails digging in the vacht, bont around her neck and his dark lavender eyes piercing through her very soul. In a very low voice he commanded, “Mari-le-su. u are nothing but, a great dishonor in my name and hereby are not to be known from the House of Edmund. u are no longer of my blood and will never to step on this island again!” with that she was drop in the dirt and left, confused and very much in pain.
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Maurice shuddered with the memory of the terrible ripping through her heart. Half of her family line was torn out of her. He knew he should have stay, comforted her to the best of his abilities but, of course, ran back to his studies.
He wanted to throw himself off the edge that night when he couldn’t find her. It was as if she vanished into thin air. There was nothing. It was that night he couldn’t hear her singing in the wind. Maurice desperately wanted see he again, hold her tightly, and maybe if she let him…
“Having fun?”
Maurice jumped. He quickly spun around to find himself nose to nose with his older brother, Edmund.
“Yes? No? Maybe so?” Edmund asked, trying to make Maurice laugh. No luck.
Maurice turned back around and was greeted door a gust of wind that blew his loose clothing wild. He lifted his arms and ignored his brother with thoughts of flying. Edmund stood volgende him and followed him.
There was a large difference between the two. One, being the obvious one, Edmund was shirtless and in blue-jeans that were torn at the knees, while Maurice had a brown T-shirt far too big for him and baggy jeans that had fit him fine over a maand ago. Two, Edmund was large and very muscular when Maurice was small and too skinny. Three, Edmund always smiled and was happy enjoying people as Maurice once had but, all he cared about was finding Noda to a point where it was ridiculous.
Edmund opened his eyes watching Maurice continue to be distracted. He tackled his brother to the ground laughing. Maurice tried to shove him off but, was hopelessly pinned down, laughing so hard and loud that he started to choke and Maurice eased free. As Maurice stood he started marching home, furious at Edmund’s carefree behavior.
’He at least knows where his mate has gone.’ Maurice thought bitterly.
“Hey, what’s with you?” Edmund asked stepping in front of him,”I was only playing.”
Maurice pushed him aside and continued to walk. Edmund quickly grabbed his arm.
“Maurice. Just forget about her. She’s probably dead anyway.” Edmund claimed.
Without a seconde thought, Maurice swung and punched his brother square in the jaw, dropping him to the ground. He continued to walk home, knowing his brother was wrong. Very wrong.
Standing at the edge of Angel Island, where the wind would ruffle his vacht, bont and tangle his spines behind him, he felt closest to her. Here, he could feel her clearly, he could hear her breathing, and almost, just almost he could see her if closed his eyes.
This was her spot, their spot for only a night. This was also the spot where she fought her Father and lost. Maurice remembered that painful moment very clearly…
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The Guardian lifted his daughter high above the ground, his un-gloved nails digging in the vacht, bont around her neck and his dark lavender eyes piercing through her very soul. In a very low voice he commanded, “Mari-le-su. u are nothing but, a great dishonor in my name and hereby are not to be known from the House of Edmund. u are no longer of my blood and will never to step on this island again!” with that she was drop in the dirt and left, confused and very much in pain.
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Maurice shuddered with the memory of the terrible ripping through her heart. Half of her family line was torn out of her. He knew he should have stay, comforted her to the best of his abilities but, of course, ran back to his studies.
He wanted to throw himself off the edge that night when he couldn’t find her. It was as if she vanished into thin air. There was nothing. It was that night he couldn’t hear her singing in the wind. Maurice desperately wanted see he again, hold her tightly, and maybe if she let him…
“Having fun?”
Maurice jumped. He quickly spun around to find himself nose to nose with his older brother, Edmund.
“Yes? No? Maybe so?” Edmund asked, trying to make Maurice laugh. No luck.
Maurice turned back around and was greeted door a gust of wind that blew his loose clothing wild. He lifted his arms and ignored his brother with thoughts of flying. Edmund stood volgende him and followed him.
There was a large difference between the two. One, being the obvious one, Edmund was shirtless and in blue-jeans that were torn at the knees, while Maurice had a brown T-shirt far too big for him and baggy jeans that had fit him fine over a maand ago. Two, Edmund was large and very muscular when Maurice was small and too skinny. Three, Edmund always smiled and was happy enjoying people as Maurice once had but, all he cared about was finding Noda to a point where it was ridiculous.
Edmund opened his eyes watching Maurice continue to be distracted. He tackled his brother to the ground laughing. Maurice tried to shove him off but, was hopelessly pinned down, laughing so hard and loud that he started to choke and Maurice eased free. As Maurice stood he started marching home, furious at Edmund’s carefree behavior.
’He at least knows where his mate has gone.’ Maurice thought bitterly.
“Hey, what’s with you?” Edmund asked stepping in front of him,”I was only playing.”
Maurice pushed him aside and continued to walk. Edmund quickly grabbed his arm.
“Maurice. Just forget about her. She’s probably dead anyway.” Edmund claimed.
Without a seconde thought, Maurice swung and punched his brother square in the jaw, dropping him to the ground. He continued to walk home, knowing his brother was wrong. Very wrong.
"I trusted you, Chaos!Now I have ended up in a fight to get back."Miranda continued,"I cannot belive that I may never see them again!What have u done?".Miranda had tried to use the chaos emralds to teleport like her mother Tikal had showed her, but Chaos had them."You will take the chaos emralds from me, even a nutjob could see that.Your already dead, so u can defeat me.You'll see them sometime."Chaos said."What about Anna, Raquel, and Dejah?"Miranda continued,"How do I know if they are okay?They are my best friends."Miranda's voice broke.Her mother had been through this,how did she deal?Miranda had an idea.She had darkness,energy,fire,water,ice,and wind.Chaos's back was turned."It is now of never,"she thought. Miranda hit chaos with energy."What th...?"Chaos broke off mid setnence.Miranda grabbed the emralds with a riem of darkness.She knew her time was limited.She teleported.
So because of my off-time for a week I was thinking about posting the volgende Rp in the Countdown to the Sequel coming up. The reasoning behind this is that I want to post the sequel BEFORE the end of volgende maand if I can, but that means finishing the three before it first.
u can do both 3 (in the Mercy of the Fallen) and 2 at the same time because they can happen at the same time in the timeline. The only one that can’t is 1 itself.
Also since my writing programs are still annoying me in lots of my stories I can only work on a certain amount, so for now I’m working on Lab Rats, which will lead up to a new chapter in the Cemetery Tradition story.
That’s about all I got for now.
Eat Pie and Prosper
u can do both 3 (in the Mercy of the Fallen) and 2 at the same time because they can happen at the same time in the timeline. The only one that can’t is 1 itself.
Also since my writing programs are still annoying me in lots of my stories I can only work on a certain amount, so for now I’m working on Lab Rats, which will lead up to a new chapter in the Cemetery Tradition story.
That’s about all I got for now.
Eat Pie and Prosper
Tak And Meph, u May Want To Take A Look At This...Please manen, dun Kill Me, Either Of u ;A;
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It Was Just A Thing I Saw Going Around On DeviantArt And People zei It Was Fun...So, Here Ya Go XD
Most Of u Probably Don't Even Know Any People On The lijst Except For Tak, Meph And Leslie...I Wasn't Sure/Couldn't Remember If Anyone Else Was There So...GOODBYE AND HAPPY EASTER!!
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I Also Didn't Post This In The 'Links' Because No One Really Looks There...At Least I Don't Think People Do...
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It Was Just A Thing I Saw Going Around On DeviantArt And People zei It Was Fun...So, Here Ya Go XD
Most Of u Probably Don't Even Know Any People On The lijst Except For Tak, Meph And Leslie...I Wasn't Sure/Couldn't Remember If Anyone Else Was There So...GOODBYE AND HAPPY EASTER!!
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I Also Didn't Post This In The 'Links' Because No One Really Looks There...At Least I Don't Think People Do...