This is entirely new territory for me, and I was turned into a vampire less than a fortnight ago. Before me stands the Queen herself, her guard - Brom, she introduces him as - pointing his gun squarely at my head in case I get any ideas to either escape through the open cell doors, … Continue reading Guardian – Part IV
“(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands” somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyonde.e. cummings They were as close as strangers. Their hands were the only thing that … Continue reading Not Even the Rain
"D-66635, step forward.” Mari’s chains clinked and scraped against the floor as he approached the clerk, a typical raven-haired beauty. He had to suppress a snarl at the sickly sweet smell emanating from the angelic creature. Think of the steps, he reminded himself. His rehabilitation officer’s words echoed in his head. Good is not bad. Good … Continue reading The Demon Rehabilitation Program
Drew this really quickly in the very early hours of the morning. If I were to compare it to the reference photo, they look nothing alike. Massive fail on that front. But as its own standalone drawing, I like it quite a bit. I've added it to the Any/Every Doodle page with the rest of … Continue reading Another Doodle
It’s days before anyone else comes. I spend the time trying to ration the rest of my blood packs, experimenting with the newfound strength and abilities that come with finally being able to… drink? eat? “feed?” Whatever. Despite the eons spent fighting vampires, no one knows quite enough to separate all the myths and old … Continue reading Guardian – Part III
I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with art. I adore the sight of it. Whether rough and unfinished or a beautiful completed piece, art of any kind is gorgeous to me. I admire those able to make it, admire the amount of effort and dedication that has gone into their years of practice and their … Continue reading On making more (“bad”) art
“Princess? It’s time.” Alara beckons, and I take my place beside her, feeling strange yet comfortable in the crimson hooded jacket and black harem pants that make up the guards’ uniform. “Do you think it’ll work?” “No one will pay you any attention dressed like that. You’ll be fine. Besides,” she adds with a wink, … Continue reading The Academy
I’m next woken by the clanging of the prison gates, and I rise to my feet immediately. Having tracked the days and nights through the slit high up on the cell wall - too narrow to classify as a window - I know it’s been five days since that disastrous night. The hunger has only … Continue reading Guardian – Part II.
It’s so soft and sad, this quiet inner crumpling Shaky foundations crumbling Pent up emotion stumbling flowing upward, outward, heart thumping Breaths turn into gasps Gasps turn into sobs Eyes burn with tears Throat rasps Time stops Head pounding with dark thoughts Stomach turning itself in knots No room for logic when it’s fear calling … Continue reading Anxiety Attack
Someone must have knocked over the universe’s bucket of irony on the day I was turned into the thing I was sworn to protect the world from. Five years as a member of the Royal Guard, undone in one night. We were betrayed, had to have been. The horde of vampires we had been tracking … Continue reading Guardian [Working Title] – Part I.