Tolf u i would get somethingpostes this weekend, RL.
The steady hoofbeats were a rockstar’s drum set in the boy’s ears as he rode through the silent forest. The only other thing he could hear was the pounding of his own hart-, hart in his ears. The deafening noise made it even meer difficult to focus on making a distinction between the silhouettes of the trees and the shadows cast door the moon’s light through the branches.
They should have beaten the sun to the horizon, but the night had been too fast, even for the Arabian-quarter horse.
Aleksander leaned even further vooruit, voorwaarts over the horse’s head, the main of black silk gripped in his bloody fingers, and forced himself to focus. He heard the deep breaths of the ros and unconsciously matched his to them. Horse and rider were forced to become one, one trusting the other who he carried to guide him through the dark.
Aleksander raised himself off the horse’s back and leaned his weight vooruit, voorwaarts to persuade the ros forward, over a fallen tree, through the shallow creek, and back up the bank. He could feel the beast growing tired, but he knew that they were close, so close to the sanctuary of the barn.
“Come on, Valentine,” he encouraged under his breath, the words lost in the thrumming of the hoofbeats. “We’re nearly there, boy.”
The strong, sure words seemed to give Valentine another burst of speed. A few feet later, Aleksander felt him slow the slightest, shying to the right. The rider cursed as they began to stray from their path, then cursed again as he realized the bron of the horse’s panic.
One moment too late.
It intercepted their path in a blur and came to a stop in front of them. Valentine’s hesitance is what saved his rider’s life. He had enough time to stutter a step before he reared with a cry of a neigh, evading the opposing beast’s swiping claws.
Without a saddle to weaken his grip of reins to lengthen his hold, Aleksander managed to keep from being thrown. However, Valentine’s balance faltered in his panic, causing him to fall.
Not even the adrenaline zipping through his rushing blood kept the boy from feeling the shooting pain as his ros collapsed, crushing his leg between the frozen earth and the 900 pound. His initial shout was swallowed door the frantic cry of the horse as it scrambled to its feet. The beast crouched, ready to pounce, as Aleksander pulled himself into a sitting position as best he could, finally catching a complete look at the attacker.
It was a big as the horse, if not bigger, in height, and much wider. It’s body resembled that of a canine, possibly a wolf. Except it was only a skeleton. Empty eye sockets were pinned on the human. The teeth, naked of a mouth to hide their magnitude of resemblance to a row of sharpened dagger, were bared. A growl somehow emitted from the creature right before it leapt at its prey.
It collided with the blazing blue fore-field of energy and crashed to the ground. Aleksander kept his hand raised, maintaining the shield even as his vision blurred. Without looking, he could feel the broken bone of his lower leg stabbing through his skin where it had pushed through in the break.
He ignored that. Ignored the blood soaking his jeans and the pain that slid a lens of red over his vision. He had to focus on the monstrous creature as if back up and leapt at the shield again with similar results. It switched tactics, from jumping at the shield to straight up throwing its weight at it. With each effort, the energy of the thrust was absorbed door the shield, strengthening it.
There was not a crack in the jaundice bones of the skeleton, not a hint of weariness in its growls. It was the exact image of the undead- unhindered door the fatigue of the living, focused only on its target.
But Aleksander was living. No matter how powerful he had become, he could only hold out for so long against this foe with the amount of blood he was losing. Despite his ability to heal, the gash was unable to heal with the bone stabbed through it. Even if Valentine had stayed, rather than bolted in his fright, the beast had been faster than the horse. Running was completely out of the question.
Aleksander thought quickly as he watched the beast attack the barrier again and again, giving no sign of giving up. The skeleton dog threw itself at the force-field, then backed up and charged with a fearsome, frustrated growl.
This time, the shield disappeared from sight. Without enough time to stop itself, the monster skidded right into the metal staff jousting from the boys hand. A bolt of the collected energy traveled up the extent of the rod and burst outward, causing an outward explosion that sent pieces of the beast’s skull flying in every direction. The skeleton dropped into a heap of bones as the metal rod dropped from the boy’s hand.
The steady hoofbeats were a rockstar’s drum set in the boy’s ears as he rode through the silent forest. The only other thing he could hear was the pounding of his own hart-, hart in his ears. The deafening noise made it even meer difficult to focus on making a distinction between the silhouettes of the trees and the shadows cast door the moon’s light through the branches.
They should have beaten the sun to the horizon, but the night had been too fast, even for the Arabian-quarter horse.
Aleksander leaned even further vooruit, voorwaarts over the horse’s head, the main of black silk gripped in his bloody fingers, and forced himself to focus. He heard the deep breaths of the ros and unconsciously matched his to them. Horse and rider were forced to become one, one trusting the other who he carried to guide him through the dark.
Aleksander raised himself off the horse’s back and leaned his weight vooruit, voorwaarts to persuade the ros forward, over a fallen tree, through the shallow creek, and back up the bank. He could feel the beast growing tired, but he knew that they were close, so close to the sanctuary of the barn.
“Come on, Valentine,” he encouraged under his breath, the words lost in the thrumming of the hoofbeats. “We’re nearly there, boy.”
The strong, sure words seemed to give Valentine another burst of speed. A few feet later, Aleksander felt him slow the slightest, shying to the right. The rider cursed as they began to stray from their path, then cursed again as he realized the bron of the horse’s panic.
One moment too late.
It intercepted their path in a blur and came to a stop in front of them. Valentine’s hesitance is what saved his rider’s life. He had enough time to stutter a step before he reared with a cry of a neigh, evading the opposing beast’s swiping claws.
Without a saddle to weaken his grip of reins to lengthen his hold, Aleksander managed to keep from being thrown. However, Valentine’s balance faltered in his panic, causing him to fall.
Not even the adrenaline zipping through his rushing blood kept the boy from feeling the shooting pain as his ros collapsed, crushing his leg between the frozen earth and the 900 pound. His initial shout was swallowed door the frantic cry of the horse as it scrambled to its feet. The beast crouched, ready to pounce, as Aleksander pulled himself into a sitting position as best he could, finally catching a complete look at the attacker.
It was a big as the horse, if not bigger, in height, and much wider. It’s body resembled that of a canine, possibly a wolf. Except it was only a skeleton. Empty eye sockets were pinned on the human. The teeth, naked of a mouth to hide their magnitude of resemblance to a row of sharpened dagger, were bared. A growl somehow emitted from the creature right before it leapt at its prey.
It collided with the blazing blue fore-field of energy and crashed to the ground. Aleksander kept his hand raised, maintaining the shield even as his vision blurred. Without looking, he could feel the broken bone of his lower leg stabbing through his skin where it had pushed through in the break.
He ignored that. Ignored the blood soaking his jeans and the pain that slid a lens of red over his vision. He had to focus on the monstrous creature as if back up and leapt at the shield again with similar results. It switched tactics, from jumping at the shield to straight up throwing its weight at it. With each effort, the energy of the thrust was absorbed door the shield, strengthening it.
There was not a crack in the jaundice bones of the skeleton, not a hint of weariness in its growls. It was the exact image of the undead- unhindered door the fatigue of the living, focused only on its target.
But Aleksander was living. No matter how powerful he had become, he could only hold out for so long against this foe with the amount of blood he was losing. Despite his ability to heal, the gash was unable to heal with the bone stabbed through it. Even if Valentine had stayed, rather than bolted in his fright, the beast had been faster than the horse. Running was completely out of the question.
Aleksander thought quickly as he watched the beast attack the barrier again and again, giving no sign of giving up. The skeleton dog threw itself at the force-field, then backed up and charged with a fearsome, frustrated growl.
This time, the shield disappeared from sight. Without enough time to stop itself, the monster skidded right into the metal staff jousting from the boys hand. A bolt of the collected energy traveled up the extent of the rod and burst outward, causing an outward explosion that sent pieces of the beast’s skull flying in every direction. The skeleton dropped into a heap of bones as the metal rod dropped from the boy’s hand.
Name: McKenzie Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age:15
Occupation: Hero.
Powers:
-Flight (wings),
-telekinesis,
-can attract metal to herself
Skills;
-hand to hand combat,
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she spleet, split from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and spleet, split the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Other: -When Nudge is in stealth mode, her eyes are red, hair is curly, and she has black bat wings.
-Has a older brother, you've seen him before, figure it out.
Fang snapped upright, resulting in slamming his head on the metal dog krat he was sitting in.
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" Angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." Angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" Angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" Angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." Angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" Angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
Young Justice Invasion Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in ster City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, of stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming linken for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 seconde sneak voorbeeld Saturday after DC Nation. Two meer 30-45 sec previews and 6 voorbeeld pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in ster City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, of stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming linken for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 seconde sneak voorbeeld Saturday after DC Nation. Two meer 30-45 sec previews and 6 voorbeeld pics this Thursday. Thank you!
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 of 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 door a new queen. A seven jaar 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 vrienden 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 of 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 door a new queen. A seven jaar 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 vrienden 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 beschrijving from Robin_Love, but the volgende Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
-----------------------------------------------
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.
-----------------------------------------------
I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive uithangbord posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
-----------------------------------------------
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.
-----------------------------------------------
I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive uithangbord posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!