With his goal is to join the academy one day, he needed to start early to better his chances. While his mother was busy selling her crafted robes, he went to the book store to learn on his own, and there was something he saw from the textbooks in Il’durahn. It was a book of herbs and plants that grows native in Bellmoril the mages would use for their magic. In a chapter of Sigaldry, there was a specific plant that is needed in part of creating mana infused ink for their craft, and it was said to be challenging to harvest. “So… a Susurrel?” Aurum squints his eyes as he reads the name and stares at the drawing of the plant. It is a leafy dark red plant with golden speckles that reminds him of an herb, but he learned that it only grew in the shady trees of the Sigil Forest. Just going to the location made him excited because it is considered the birthplace of Sigaldry. “I have to think of something to tell mom…” Already, Aurum is thinking about how his mom will freak out if he goes so far
Elnin: Aurum - Act 1: Aspirations by Rozepoet, literature
Literature
Elnin: Aurum - Act 1: Aspirations
Act 1: Aspirations
Bellmoril, it is the place where his parents finally settled down after their long travels and the place where the little kittom, Aurum, is born in the city of Il’durahn. The city, famed for the academy of scholars and magic wielders, had certainly charmed Aurum ever since the day his eyes open, and they have been struck with wonder. Even the air has the sweet scent of magic. It was the start of something far more significant than he could have imagined.
Aurum believed that his home is the best place to be at in Il’durahn. His mother, Shiori, has gained a new reputation for the scholars as she crafts robes and
The last frost had finally melted away into the now warm earth, and the air was gentle in spring’s caress in Eyre. It is one of the most exciting time of the year, and Aurum is so excited to be going back to Faerindell with his family. “Momma, are we almost there?” The tiny kittom asked as he looked up at Shiori as they’re walking through the lush green grass. “Almost there little one.” She smiles down at him. “I adore the Hanami just as much as you do, so I want to make sure that we find the perfect spot for all of us.” The tailor was looking up among the flowering trees, feeling so happy to be
The rain pours ever so gently
from the heavens above.
The angels they cry silently
and call of the pale dove.
My bleeding heart ache
from the sadden drops of rain.
As my eyes soon wide awake
From my past of the pain.
Every drop sends my pulse race
As I remember those days.
The days I longing to smile
My eyes aglow of joy.
Yet, it was all guile
My world destroy.
Yet when it rains,
it is pure.
My feeling drains
that I endure.
They vanished from me
as my blood flows.
I began to see
that entire expose.
Droplets that refine,
Tears thats true,
My hearts refine,
Soon, I shall see you...
...soon...
Blobs of paint quench my tongues thirst for vibrancy,
And yet I am thirsty from within.
Craving for the smell of the paint, scent of flavoured dreams.
I saw sorrow trapped in a bubble.
I felt happiness as if wrapped in a scream.
The day I will feel them rubbing against my skin.
The day the colour from my veins will stream.
I wait for the day when with drops of colour my canvas will beam.
Masks hide my face
from all to see
hiding my grace
hiding from thee.
I can be bliss
by using paint
I can be reminisce
When I'm a saint.
A saint seeing red
from all around
with a heart bled
painting a frown.
I want none to see
for who am I
I want to let be
so I can cry.
My tears veiled
under my mask
never being trailed
never to be ask.
Skies painted of a rich indigo across the clouds as if the sky itself is the canvas of a painting is being made of sumi-e. The hints of pink and gold from the setting sun to the west and the swift stroke of indigo growing more eloquent as the night is rising along with the rising full ivory moon. A cool breeze sweeps through the cheery blossom trees of the first night of spring. The delicate pink blossoms fell gracefully from the trees twirling in the wind and skates across the river. As the blossoms sail under the bridge the little children shouting with laughter running over the bridge with their clacking shoes and their kimonos glow
Bright day pass by and slips to the night
All was gone inside of me, all my light
The pains in my heart never cease
For every day of my life it seeps.
Haunted by your shadows around me
Crying tears for theres nothing I see
Memories of you break my fragile heart
Memories that will make me fall apart.
The night we said our goodbyes
Is the day my heart dies
All of my existence is dead
There is nothing more to be said.
All the tears that I cry
Is for your every lie.
All the sobs that I make
Is left of my heart you break.
Im shatter from my heart to spirit
The pain that I cant bear it..
Why did you leave me?
W
With his goal is to join the academy one day, he needed to start early to better his chances. While his mother was busy selling her crafted robes, he went to the book store to learn on his own, and there was something he saw from the textbooks in Il’durahn. It was a book of herbs and plants that grows native in Bellmoril the mages would use for their magic. In a chapter of Sigaldry, there was a specific plant that is needed in part of creating mana infused ink for their craft, and it was said to be challenging to harvest. “So… a Susurrel?” Aurum squints his eyes as he reads the name and stares at the drawing of the plant. It is a leafy dark red plant with golden speckles that reminds him of an herb, but he learned that it only grew in the shady trees of the Sigil Forest. Just going to the location made him excited because it is considered the birthplace of Sigaldry. “I have to think of something to tell mom…” Already, Aurum is thinking about how his mom will freak out if he goes so far
Elnin: Aurum - Act 1: Aspirations by Rozepoet, literature
Literature
Elnin: Aurum - Act 1: Aspirations
Act 1: Aspirations
Bellmoril, it is the place where his parents finally settled down after their long travels and the place where the little kittom, Aurum, is born in the city of Il’durahn. The city, famed for the academy of scholars and magic wielders, had certainly charmed Aurum ever since the day his eyes open, and they have been struck with wonder. Even the air has the sweet scent of magic. It was the start of something far more significant than he could have imagined.
Aurum believed that his home is the best place to be at in Il’durahn. His mother, Shiori, has gained a new reputation for the scholars as she crafts robes and
The last frost had finally melted away into the now warm earth, and the air was gentle in spring’s caress in Eyre. It is one of the most exciting time of the year, and Aurum is so excited to be going back to Faerindell with his family. “Momma, are we almost there?” The tiny kittom asked as he looked up at Shiori as they’re walking through the lush green grass. “Almost there little one.” She smiles down at him. “I adore the Hanami just as much as you do, so I want to make sure that we find the perfect spot for all of us.” The tailor was looking up among the flowering trees, feeling so happy to be
Flower petals dance across the sky
Watching them soar and fly by
Every year they bloom and glow
A beauty sight if time slow.
As time pass the flowers disperse
The color change, not for the worse
The browns and reds are gold
Greens and yellows flying so bold.
Then the soft cold wind of bliss
Blows gently giving a chilling kiss
Wisp of soft white floats in the air
Floats with grace, magic, and fair.
Cold silent nights are at ease
And the ice blossoms glissade in the breeze
Nature change as time fly by
but time's still with you at my side.
Been with you since the beginning forever
Through the seasons hard time and all the matter
I dance with sorrow
With tears as my melody
deep in night of 'morrow
Blind, I cannot see.
Cruel, what sorrow is
As I think I'm free
pulling back to his
just for his glee.
Cold tingles my skin
just by his touch
like an icy pin
I can't stand much.
As I try to break
be toss to the floor
feeling pain and ache
feeling so sore.
Dancing away tonight
my partner so cruel
samba to a height
to a ballroom duel.
His grip so tight
as I cry and plea
blind from the night
Sadly,I'll never leave.
Bright day pass by and slips to the night
All was gone inside of me, all my light
The pains in my heart never cease
For every day of my life it seeps.
Haunted by your shadows around me
Crying tears for theres nothing I see
Memories of you break my fragile heart
Memories that will make me fall apart.
The night we said our goodbyes
Is the day my heart dies
All of my existence is dead
There is nothing more to be said.
All the tears that I cry
Is for your every lie.
All the sobs that I make
Is left of my heart you break.
Im shatter from my heart to spirit
The pain that I cant bear it..
Why did you leave me?
W
Skies painted of a rich indigo across the clouds as if the sky itself is the canvas of a painting is being made of sumi-e. The hints of pink and gold from the setting sun to the west and the swift stroke of indigo growing more eloquent as the night is rising along with the rising full ivory moon. A cool breeze sweeps through the cheery blossom trees of the first night of spring. The delicate pink blossoms fell gracefully from the trees twirling in the wind and skates across the river. As the blossoms sail under the bridge the little children shouting with laughter running over the bridge with their clacking shoes and their kimonos glow
"Bones are stronger once they heal," Is perhaps the truth though sounds unreal, But what of hearts or broken dreams? Fractured deep or pulled by seams, That crack or bleed and pull me under, To raucous thoughts loud as thunder, Of unworthy selves not fit for attraction, Weak in the mind without satisfaction, I succumb often to those loud cries, Treacherous words and slanderous lies, Days and nights pass the unraveling grows, Breaking me softly where still no one knows, My heart is in pieces and dreams have been crushed, Healing painfully slow though I wish it were rushed, They see what they want, not glass broken inside, Weaker than bones, where truth is denied.
If I let my tea grow cold, is that a sign of growing old? To where I wait and have to wonder, what will be the next great blunder. Of memory lost, a slip of the key, or something inside so dear to me. Is that apathy playing those tricks, throwing me down in fists and kicks. Making me lose all self control, with burns and scars within my soul. How do I fight that wretched plan, written in place for all of man? Is it in journeys, of life's true bliss, a season change, or sudden kiss. Or something quieter in moments still, where the spirit can have its fill, despite the hot tea left to rot, or a chore I may have forgot, allows itself to live without fear, as I turn the page to another year.
#14 Highest ambitions, Exuberantly best-laid plans, Making youthful dreams, Ever fleeting, they can change, By heart's whimsy or fate's hand #15 Awake from night's dream, Your death so vivid, feeling raw, Chilling sweat, it burns, Words my soul wishes to say, Whether real or fake, unknown #16 I can't unsee it, Wounds painted in crimson tones, Above the body, Deafening, it screams for me, Reflecting your deepest self #17 A jubilation, Sparkling happiness and sun, Simple and kind acts, That smile ensnares my soul, The panacea of sadness #18 Newest visitor, Be a silent observer, See us as we are, Harbingers of our own fate, Hopefully for better days #19 Fill my cup to brim, Of wasted tears, foolish dreams, The naive gesture, Neither quenches nor destroys, Memories of liquid pain #20 Heartbeats out of time, Warmth flickering to winter, More frigid than ice, The unknown tastes much sweeter, Than acrid, broken feelings #21 "You doing okay?" My words choke and eyes widen, The
#5 It's overwhelming, How the false sense of normal, Can persuade the mind, That hole within my stomach, Grows larger, never leaving. #6 The wild overgrowth, Golden and crisp to the touch, Bathed summer embers, Poised and ready for attack, Smoky tears transcend spring rains. #7 Young winds of summer, Carry tomorrow's wishes, No bite nor malice, The playful invitation, To fulfill heart's wanderlust. #8 To ignore sorrow, Displaces darkness inside, Into areas, Weak to devastating whims, Once cracked, the bottle breaks. #9 Impatient yearning, Fateful meetings often lost, By hurried splendor, Time grains loose like desert sand, Careful which hand it slips through. #10 The sting of a bee, A final moment of life, Split-second of pain, Apprehension of that act, Leads to fear of benevolence. #11 It's sentimental, Naive innocence of tears, At sorrow's beget, Or whimsical happiness, A vulnerable strength sits, In emotions' full display. #12 A fond memory, Bathed in pillars of green, Soft
Writer extraordinaire! Even though I haven't written anything in a very... very long time. So I will get to it! And other things about me:
- I live in Florida - I'm a massage therapist student - Love video games and MMO - Favorite color is blue - Favorite food is pizza and all the desserts - I disdain peppermint - I daydream of a lot of things and story ideas, but lack the drive to write them down - And I'll add more when I think of more things!
Favourite Movies
I like all kinds of movies except for Scary/Horror
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
alice nine., MUCC, ACDC, Girugamesh, and plenty more but I can't think of it at the time :P
Favourite Writers
William Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Basho, Anne Rice, Susan Carroll, Jane Austin, Arthur Golden
Favourite Games
Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess for Wii, Tales of Symphonia for Gamecube, and all Final Fantasy
Favourite Gaming Platform
Fighting, strategy, and RPG
Tools of the Trade
Ummm....pencil and paper I guess and occasion napkins and receipt. I don't draw though I wish I
Other Interests
Writing, Reading, Music, Anime, Manga, Poetry, Video games, baking, and trying new things
So sorry everyone, I decided to pull back from the trade. Things happened with my dog that he's in critical condition. I didn't mean to make anyone wait for so long, but just some things went to the backend of my mind. Again, I'm really sorry ;;
So sorry everyone, I decided to pull back from the trade. Things happened with my dog that he's in critical condition. I didn't mean to make anyone wait for so long, but just some things went to the backend of my mind. Again, I'm really sorry ;;
Hi everyone! So I bought this cutie two years ago and I felt bad that I really haven't been more part of the group. And it's best to sell it so others can enjoy it! This is cosmic crystal, and I purchase it for $65. I'm not accepting any trades for art or other pacas, just USD please