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Age of Iron Chapter 3: CouncilAge of IronChapter 3Council “I’m telling you, the deer over-exaggerate everything.” Steampunk and Rayzorblade trudged down the hills towards the towering walls that surrounded the fort in which they made their home. The walls were two feet thick, cracked and crumbling, dead vines grew up the sides, parched by the drought. Two tall iron gates opened wide, like some sort of old rusted pair of arms, beckoning all to enter. They were as old as the wall, just as thick and plain, with only a few decorative swirls etched on the rusting and dirtied metal. The sun had barely risen in the pale salmon sky, casting a glow on the two who were returning from patrol. Rayzorblade’s shoulder plates were continuing to squeak with every s
AOI Chapter 6 - The Sound of ThunderThe steady, pulsating beep of machinery and computers was adjoined by the buzz of equipment in the large room. A few men and women sat at desks or bustled busily, checking screens, talking on telephones, or radioing scouts in the field. Overall, the office resounded with a gentle hubbub of activity, tolerable, manageable and quiet. The quiet was broken by the creak of a steel door and a bang as it hit the opposing wall. Eyes glanced up, then back down again at the desks below as a tall, blonde-haired man in a white laboratory coat burst into the room, a clipboard under his left arm. He pushed his square-lensed glasses up the bridge of his nose with a fingertip as he walked purposefully down the aisle in long, quick steps. He made his way up a short flight of stairs which led to a desk and a high-backed chair which were surrounded by monitors of all sizes. The man cleared his throat and spoke with
AOI: Chapter 5- Rain Cogs was dead. Word spread through the camp like wildfire, demanding a sullen and dark mood. Reagan, the stout haflinger stallion was one of the most wounded by the news, as Cogs was his dear friend before he was stowed away for suddenly being declared senile. Layla, Cogs’ fast friend along with one Cogs’ own teammates, called Brechin, also mourned the loss of the old stallion. It was not in the nature for members of other species to grieve for one another, but Cogs had been so active in the community that it was impossible not to have known him. Before he was taken away, he had made sure that he knew everyone, and he was always striking up conversations, his cackling, wheezing laugh often echoing off the cold walls of the barracks.
EDIT: Age of Iron Chapter 1: -Cancer- Chapter ArtAge of IronCancer--- All was dark and silent. He felt nothing but something soft under his body, soft and gritty. The silence began to give way to the soft, lapping noise of waves upon a shore. The noise was soothing, calming. He tried to open his eyes and lift his head, but he could not move. He lay on the sand, listening to the waves, and wondered. How did he get here? As if some other being was controlling him, his eyes suddenly opened and he heaved himself upwards, taking in the sight of golden sand dunes and blue waves topped with white froth, carrying seaweed and shells onto the beach. The stallion looked up at the blue sky, where white clouds floated carelessly by. His nostrils flared, and suddenly it struck him.
Age Of Iron -- Prologue The Earth has forever changed, my friends. It is no longer the fruitful planet we once knew. Green grasses no longer bend beneath out hooves, paws and claws, only parched brown foliage and dustbowls are left. Parched grasses and pale red skies. Life is no longer joyous, no longer does the sweet South wind fill our lungs with the scent of seawater, and no longer do our limbs reach towards the heavens in the triumph of a new day. No, my friends. All we know is waiting now. We await the next ravage from the sandstorms of the east, we await for them to swallow up the Earth and the few remaining specks of life from this planet. We wait for this sickness to run its course. We wait for the humans to give up their meaningless War. Humans.
The FillyShe was nothing, really. Not to him at that time, anyhow.SHe was small, and annoying, and much too hyper for his taste. He thought her nothing but a distraction-- for, in reality, that is what she was. With his injuries and recent amputations of all four limbs due to the Virus, Steampunk needed as much distraction as he could get. 'War Nanny' was his name among the mockers now; once he'd mastered the use of his new bionic limbs, he'd show them. The metal shell that clothed his body was hot, and humid, and sweaty. He longed for the feel of the cool breeze against his seal bay coat, to feel the coolness it brought would be heavenly. He blinked with a droning sigh, his synthetic eyelids clicking in response. He awaited this filly with a growing irritation. He hadn't even met her yet, and already she was an annoyance. "Ey, Nanny! I'm hungry!" whined an equally annoying voice from behind him, which was followed by a nervous 'shhhh!' Steampunk didn't bother using h
Jesse's Story Part 8San Diego, CaliforniaLilly was watching the six o'clock news. Just like she had been doing every day for the past six months. It had been almost four months since they stopped running the story. Every once in a while they would do a short clip, asking for any information regarding the whereabouts of Jesse Gram. In six months, they had heard absolutely nothing. No ransom demand. No sightings. Not even a whisper. It was as if he had disappeared off the face of the planet. The news ended and a rerun of some show started. Lilly wasn't paying attention anymore, instead, she was scanning the pictures on the mantle behind the TV. A sad smile touched the corner of her lips as she lingered on one photo in particular. It was of the entire family at the beach just a month or so before he disappeared. Lilly sat on the edge of the pool sunbathing. Jesse was swimming laps in the tiny body of water, m
Jesse's Story Pt. 9From Part 7: Jesse's attention snapped back to the present when she touched his cheek so gently that for a moment he thought he might have imagined it. "Come on, darlin', I don't want to force feed you, but I will if you make me." With nothing more than a resigned sigh, he faced her again and opened his mouth. She placed the first spoonful in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, recognizing the almost forgotten flavors of chicken noodle soup. All too soon, the bowl was empty but the spoon was replaced by a glass of water which he quickly downed. "Thank you," he said softly as she put the cup down on the tray. She smiled softly and reached for the tray again
. Until the sound of the doorbell made them both pause.*****************************************************************************************
Silverwings and Toothless - chapter 2About Toothless & his mate and hatchlings !! Chapter 2. The secret of his flightOn the look-outNighthawk could arrive any day now. So I prepared the children and told them "Someone is coming to visit me. If he comes you will retreat to the nest and stay hidden until I return. Much like when I go out to hunt." I could not bring myself to tell them it was their father. If things didn't work out, I would come up with some story. They were excited, but as I kept my reactions hidden, they soon were engrossed in play again.For days already, I had hunted very early in the morning, so that the yearlings had their bellies full and were content for the rest of the day. Also, I often flew to a higher vantage point to keep a look-out for Nighthawk, but I could only stay away from the children for so long. But standing in front of the nest I could still see patches of sky and I longingly looked up every now and then. Often I would concentrate and send out a silent message, h
Silverwings and Toothless - chapter 1About Toothless having a mate and hatchlings !! Chapter header: SILVERWINGS and her eggs.Credit to ~Raipeee, see link below.Silverwings and ToothlessIntroductionSilverwings awaits Toothless who promised to come visit her a year after their mating period together, when they greatly fell in love. She learned his real name: Nighthawk. Together they have five children.Silverwings is nervous about the fact that Nighthawk is going to reveal to her the secret of his flight. She doesn’t understand how he is able to fly with half a tailfin gone. Nigthawk was reluctant to tell her last year but promised to show her once he found her again. But he feared to reveal it, as it could tear their love apart.She has no idea that Toothless and Hiccup hope to take her and her yearlings back to Berk. This solitary taiga-dwelling dragoness doesn’t know about other ways of life. So what would that mean to her? A remark on geography:Silverwings and Toothless had their mating
Silverwings and Toothless - chapter 3About Toothless & his mate and hatchlings !! Chapter 3. The human A change of heartI stopped in my tracks. Somehow it had felt better to run off instead of leaping into the sky. But suddenly it seemed impossible to take one more step away from Nighthawk, or some invisible link would snap.I just stood there, feeling drained. Where had the vision gone, the beautiful vision we shared last year?* Nothing had prepared me for this abnormality, this utterly disturbing scene. How right he had been that this could tear our love apart.Yet I stood rooted to the spot and could not bring myself to return to my children. Over and over the shocking scene repeated itself: the human mounting him, both of them jumping into the sky. He DID fly! Nothing he had said to me had been a lie. But he was tied, body and soul, to this human he called brother. There was no separating them. I could not have Nighthawk without that human. Or, why not? Couldn't he simply stay with me? I would h
Just One Last Shift~Just One Last ShiftDimly lit by the fading glow of stars, a silhouette stood on the brink of a roughly-hewn cliff. His bloodshot eyes were narrowed as cat-like slits and his fists hung like limp, broken branches at his sides. If he had the strength he would have constricted them in agony, but his strength was waning, dripping away as small liquid crystals from his sharp green eyes.The moon shone high in the charcoal-dusted sky, obliterating the dark like a beacon of light, a ray of hope to those it looked upon with smiling face.His lip tightened in anger as he thought the same, hapless notion once more. If the moon could destroy that darkness with just a mere glance of its beams, why couldn't it be rid of his?He shook with bitter cold and angst, unable to express the billions of raging emotions pent up inside him. He wanted to scream, to cry out and pierce the glowing sphere with a knife so sharp that it would never dare to return.But even if he wasn't alone, such a feat would be
MarBall Comic Script 1. (Draft)Page one: (First panel has Candy Kingdom in the night time)(Second panel zooms in on a lit window.)(Third panel shows GB brushing his teeth, wearing the rock band T-shirt Marshall Lee gave him and red and white stripped boxers.)GB: (singing happily, in a slightly dorky way) “Brush your teeth, brush them right, because horrors live in cavities, and they come out at night~!”(Panel four: Hears a loud clatter in his room, GB jumps startled, turns around towards his door, and looks through the door, his eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, toothpaste dripping from his mouth)(5th panel) GB: (GB is off panel and is calling from the bathroom, sounding confused/nervous) “Um…hello…?” (Can see the window is open and the curtains flowing in the breeze coming through the window)(6th panel: GB walks out of the bathroom, his face clean, closes the window and sh
Anomalies: Chapter 1AnomaliesChapter One: Under the RadarA 96 DeVille rattled to a stop outside of San Domingo High School as the first drops of morning rain shepherded the students inside its dank halls. From the passenger seat, hunched in a fading black trenchcoat, Jordan McClain watched the students scrambling inside, studying their movements with dark, unblinking eyes. Beside him, Hill McClain was digging into the glove compartment, fumbling with a sagging brown paper bag.Remember to keep your head down, kiddo, Hill was saying as Jordan kept his eyes carefully trained on the students. Dont call too much attention to yourself and just try to blend in and everything will be okay. Hill set the parking brake and placed the bag down and gripped Jordans shoulder. His tired, grey eyes searched Jordans sharp-featured face, his brow furrowing with apprehension. Just stay low. Stay low, and well be fine. Hill picked up the bag again and