Doukeshi

Okay, another verse type poem just to keep the ball rolling. ----------------------------------------- The end is near, the die is cast, the battle?s finally won, The dust has settled, the scene is played, the final deed was done. The victor rises from this haze of a ghostly silent field, But who did fight, and who did win and who did finally yield? No witness can behold this sight, no living eyes may see, The barer of this laurel wreath, the crown of victory. For none are left to cheer or cry, there is no celebration, There?s no one here to curse and wail or dance in great elation. No bodies lie here, cold and still; there is no smell of death, There is no sound, there is no sight and nothing walks this earth. But the champion of this brutal war does stand here all alone, Weeping bloody tears of grief in guilt for life that?s gone. It wasn?t meant to go this way, this conflict was unplanned, They loved this life, they loved their home, they loved this glowing land. But all was lost, though one remained no side had truly won, This jewel was gone and would not shine, the shameful act was done. And now as chaos ruled once more, the task was undertaken, To restore the balance once beheld and the world once more awaken. Both shall work now side by side, this wrong they will set right, For the end has come but do not fear for day shall conquer night.

Marcus frowned and shook his head briefly in an attempt to clear his thoughts. This woman was a deep enigma to him, not only was her blood distinctly powerful, her insight never ceased to amaze him. now she was saying she was empathic too? Such a thing was only part of vampiric power surely? In all his long years he had never met anyone like her, noone as close to his own dark past as she. Now, with the threat of a blood apocalypse looming she comforted him when his darkest dreams threatened to corrupt his soul, if indeed he had one. Sighing slightly he ran his hand down her arm and embraced her, murmuring softly in her ear as he placed small buterfly kisses on her neck. "Why do you trust me?" Nuzzling her neck he ran his fingers across the frail fabric that covered her shoulders and back. His long blonde hair covered his face and draped about her arms, his breath stirring the fine hairs on her skin. "I could so easily rip your throat out right here, without having to take a single drop of blood inside me." He pressed his fangs against her flesh as if to prove his point. "To kill you would be a mere nothing."

Marcus stirred in his undead sleep, chaotic dreams haunting his mind. Shifting uneasily his brow furrowed as he dreamt. [i]Fire and death surrounded him as he strode through streets of carnage, the screams of death piercing the air like flaming arrows. Manic laughter drew his attention and he turned to look directly into the eyes of a fledgling, his fangs buried into the throat of a human slayer, their sword limp in their hand as they hung helpless in the slow grip of death. Withdrawing the vampire grinned and laughed insanely at him, blood staining his lips and his chin. "Here my friend, drink of the gift of Kain." The vampires claws clutched the neck of the victim, holding him out to Marcus, pale skin reflected in the moonlight. The stench of blood hit Marcus like a flood, consuming him uner it's depths as he fought to clear his head. Drawn to the victim who's eyes became wide in pleading fear, he embraced him, strong arms holding him tight as he sought to pierce his skin with razor fangs. As the innocent blood poured into his mouth, a dull roar filled his mind. Gorging himself on his victim mocking laughter echoed about him, cascading in a tumultuous crascendo. Ripping the throat from the lifeless carcass he flung it aside like so much rubbish and shook his head searching around himself for his next victim. Grasping at running screaming humans he drained one after another, bodies scattered where they fell. Blind by the need for blood he flowed through the crowds, an unstoppable force. Falling to his knees in a pool of crimson blood he stopped and stared at his hands, fingers like claws stained with red. A hand reached out to him from the scarlet mist. An ivory hand with fingers like iron and claws hanging flesh. Peering up Marcus sobbed, blood tears falling from pain filled eyes. Red eyes watched him from above as Marcus placed his hand in the onsters own and raised himself from the road. Kain smiled cruely at him, his fangs glinting in the moon now glowing a dark and deathly red. "Welcome Marcus...welcome to damnation."[/i] Marcus' eyes snapped open, panic filled and wide in the darkness. Flinging the lid of his coffin from him, the wood and silver frame lined with lead crashed to the floor as he covered his face with his hands. His hand were shaking as he withdrew them, he stared at them expecting to see blood staining his ivory skin. But no, there was none there, none that his eyes could see at least. Composing himself he hunched over in his coffin, refusing to move as he continued to stare, bewitched, at his hands.

Och, I love the Leaving Song Part 2, although I haven't really been introduced to AFI until now I think that their songs are pretty good. The video for Girls not Grey is pretty weird though. I like them, I really do.

Dagger's got the point. Well, parents can sometimes be over protective and it can get a little out of hand. However they do have a point. What with all these cases of kids running off with someone they met on the internet. The most recent case being that incident with the ex-Marine. I think it's okay to go into chat rooms and such as long as kids are aware that it is imperative that they don't give out personal details, such as telephone numbers and such. Seriously, I know that kids are more intelligent than some people give them credit for but a lot of them aren't. It's a good way for adults with less than respectable intentions to take advantage of over angsty teenagers that just want someone to understand them. It's alright if it stays on the net and I think people are taking a risk if they go to meet someone they only know of the net by themselves.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Yami Asura [/i] [B]I like GC. I think their more punk than most bands. On the first album, they're more of a Emo band though. [/B][/QUOTE] More punk than who? The Backstreet Boys. You might have a point there but really. I'm not saying they're totally rubbish because I will listen to some of their stuff, I just perfer not to is all.

OOC: *frowns towards Charlie* well...that was random, you're not even recruited to this rp. -------------------------------------------------------- Leaning against the doorframe he folded his arms across his broad chest and closed his eyes briefly, resting his head against the wooden beam. Turning his head to look into the room he watched her sleep peacfully, her clothes discarded upon the floor. He could see her radience, like a glow that surrounded her body. he could smell the life flowing through her like electric energy, the blood pumping through her veins thundered in his ears. His fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly as he ran his free hand through touseled white blonde locks. The blood he had supped from her previously in the night still stirred within him making it impossible to sleep. He could sense the impending rise of the sun as the night retreated from its glowing anger. he would have to retreat himself soon, from the searing rays of the sun. Before that, however, he intended to leave her with slightly more than a good dream to think about. Exhaling a soft breath he projected a physical thought very briefly to caress he lily white skin. Invisble fingers trailed over her body as he drank in the sight of her. He was inthralled with this unique woman. Never before had he come across one of her blending and the aura she eminated intoxicated him like no amount of blood could. His feathered touch traced her lips and trailed down her throat between the valley of her breasts. His mental fingers raised the hairs on her skin, leaving goosebumbs where they touched. Running across her ribs and splayed about her stomach. Lowering just below her navel she shifted within the covers and her eyes flew open in a startled expression. Gazing towards the door she expected to see the figure of Marcus watching her with intense vampyric gaze. Instead she found nothing...

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SadClown [/i] [B]Well, they didn't really take them away, they just never came to the point when she aquired them; which is why I liked the 90's cartoon better becuase they acctually talked about how Rogue gained her flight and super strength; she stole them from Ms. Marvel. [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah, which is why she's continually got that voice in her head as described in the comics and tv series. Yeah, like the movie, I think it's better that she not have that and instead rely on her actual power.

Okay, poem number three here we go ------------------------------------------------ Grey, black, white, Not quite rainbow colours, But still. Shades of thought, emotion Rolls in the canvas of the mind Like the overcast sky, Like the storm. One thought. The turmoil of the clouds, Reflect. Touch deep, deep within Calm surface, like water But slippery like ice, Uneven. Shifting across a never ending plane, No destination, No origin, The ever present design, The anger of the gods, It?s alive.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Bandit Joeykuba [/i] [B]Yes, I'll agree with you there. BUT, by not teaching Intelligent Design, isn't that denying the students of freechoice as well? [/B][/QUOTE] I never said that Intelligent Design shouldn't be taught in schools, actually I'm all for it, it gives students the chance to decide for themselves. I was merely justifying the merit of studying evolution. To ignore the [i]theory[/i] is to breed ignorance, and that isn't a good thing, to simply dismiss it because it conflicts with your own ideas is stupid really. And no before you start I don't dismiss the creationist approach, I have taken it on board and I choose to focus on the evolution side because I find it more plausable. I know about both.

Marcus took Zharra's hand and lead towards a building, unlocking the door with great care. Several deadbolts and key locks later he opened the door and lead her up a long flight of stairs. He spoke to Zharra as they climbed "I own this entire building, but I only use the penthouse appartment, it serves as sufficient cover." Opening the thick door at the head of the stairs he holded it wide for her to enter first nodding his head as she turned to give him a fleeting smirk when she passed. The main room was immense, decorated in subtle ochres and reds, favouring silver appliances rather than gold. Heavey drapes covered the windows and a large fireplace dominated the far wall. Two deep leather chairs sat facing the fireplace, a glass set on the oaken table perched between the two chairs. Zharra approached the glass and noted the thick red liquid that half filled it. Raising an eyebrow she turned to Marcus and nodded in the direction of the glass. "Midnight snack?" Marcus laughed and took the glass in his hand, swirling the liquid around the inside before raising it to his nose and inhaling a deep breath. Holding the glass out to her he inclinded his head in assurance. "It's wine, trust me," at the quizzical look she gave him he rolled his eyes and clarified. "I like the smell, really blood's better warm." he chuckled softly and placed the glass back on the table. Shrugging his coat from his shoulders he hangs it from a stand near the door. He unbuttons the top three buttons on his shirt and walks past Zharra to peer into another room. Glancing over his shoulder he gestured towards the room. "You can rest here, I don't usually have visitors, at least not living ones, but it's comfortable." Zharra squeeze past him, brushing her hand across his cheek as she entered the room. A lavish four poster bed dominated the room hung with red velvet drapes, a large oaken dressing table took up another wall, complete with a gilted mirror. Blowing him a soft kiss she smirked and motioned to close the door. "It's wonderful thankyou." The door shut before Marcus' face and he smiled slightly before retreating to his own room. It was a bare windowless room, the only furniture a large heavy, lead lined coffin sat square in the middle of the floor. The lid was decorated with a silver burial effigy and he ran his fingers across its face briefly before lifting the heavey lid and slipping inside. Closing his eyes he thought briefly for the woman in the next room before slipping into worried dreams of chaos and carnage, a single face permiating his thoughts. Kain.

Oh yeah. I think that this is a wonderful movie, Pixar out did themselves here. I think it was amazingly funny, Dory just killed me, the sharks were great, incidently all sharks are austrailian heh. Crush was my most favourite "No hurling on the shell dude, just waxed it." The seagulss were funny too heh heh "Matematematematemate." *smirks* oh the hilarity. As you can tell, I loved it

What! [spoiler]Rogue kills mystique???[/spoiler] I didn't know that. Manic!! I really like Evo, although to tell you the truth I didn't when I first started watching it. I think they've done the characters really well, especially with rogue, taking away all her super strength and flight abilities, it makes it more plausable. I like the interaction with the characters and the way they've done Kurt and Rogue is great. Though if you watch Gundam Wing before hand and then you watch Evo it get's really weird since Quatre's voice actor is Kurt, Trowa's voice actor, Kirby Morrow, is Scott, Duo's actor, Scott M'cneill is Logan and I think Zechs is in there somewhere lol. The thing that made me most happy is [spoiler]when they introduced gambit. If he and rogue don't get together there is going to be hell on.[/spoiler]

Lets see. I used to do a great deal of acting when I was younger, mostly christmas plays and such, such as A Christmas Carol and stuff. I really couldn't be bothered with the later productions such as Bugsy Malone and A Grand Day Out. It's mostly the drama students that get the main parts and things, even though most of them can't sing a note. I went to a really good performance of Macbeth by our drama class that rocked though.

Okay then, another poem as promised though the lack of feedback is disconcerting ¬_¬. This is one of my earlier poems. -------------------------------- I loved you once, when time stood still I would sit in your warm embrace I would look in your eyes and feel love. And yet, your soul would stand alone And I knew what was to come, embraced it. No time, no place could do what was done And know what it was I felt, When you left me. When you tore out my heart. Never could I sit in your warm embrace Never look in your eyes and feel love And know that you loved me once, No more.

Here's the question. Noone suspects the butterfly of what? *raises an eyebrow* hmmm. Heh, anyway this is a good shot Leh, very deep if you read into it. You kinda change rythmn half way through into the second stanza and then you switch back again in the third stanza. I don't know if that's intentional, maybe my poetry's just boring that way.

Marcus' breathing was ragged as he clutched Zharra to him, his head resting on her shoulder as hers was on his. The images he had seen in the blood were now burned into his mind. The evil figure of Kain stood before him, a monstrous devil who would bring chaos to the world once more. Marcus could still remember the old war, how the blood flowed in the streets and human screams tore the air like rusting blades. Never, in all his long years had he seen such destruction. Then he chose to remain alone and impartial to the war, watching the humans fight for their survival against the vastly superior vampyric army. But now, now with this new rising he knew that he must fight, that he must take a stand against his bretheren for this world that he so cherished. Holding on to Zharra with rapidly strengthening arms he buried his right hand in her hair and inhaled her sweet scent. She had much power did this one, he didn't think he'd be partaking of it again. Although, the visions he recieved were valuble, scenes of chaos and war now descending upon the world. His body tensed suddenly as an inhuman screech tore the air, echoing through the streets like a siren. His eyes widened as he withdrew from Zharra and turned to look out into the street. The victim he had been following previously seemed to have met with a rather sticky end, but that was not the horror he saw. His heart clenched in fear at the scene that played out before him. It was Kain. Kain was back. Darting back into the alley he clutched Zharra tightly and whispered in urgent voice. "We must leave. Now, hurry."

Tasting her softly he nipped her lips with razor sharp fangs, the blood that stained his tongue sending jolts through his body. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened, unseeing as the hairs raised all over his body. Powerful blood maybe, but could he truly afford to be so weak. Resting his head on her shoulder he pressed his right hand against the brick wall behind them, his other hand held lightly at her throat. "Do you seek to rid the world of the vampyre scourge?" his voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, stirring breath grazing her ear as he placed small kisses on her collar bone. "No..." He barely heard the murmered word, his preternatural hearing picking up the faintest of sounds. Marcus had no knowledge of the coming of Kain, the distance was too great and his mind was far too preoccupied. Closing his eyes he stole himself for his coming actions and bit down upon her throat. Piercing, awesome flavoured blood flowed unhindered into his mouth, the sensation setting long dead taste buds aflame. A small cry escaped his lips as he withdrew sharply and sank to his knees before her, his hands trailing down her body to clasp her hands in a bruising grip. His veins were on fire. The blood he had consumed searing his heart with such a mighty suffusion of power he thought it might burst right there. His vision blurred as images flashed within his mind, chaotic and serene, painful yet soothing, devastating but blindingly beautiful. Suddenly, as if a veil were lifted the visage of Kain the Corrupter invaded his mind a warning hammering inside Marcus' head. Muscles jerked with involuntary motion as Marcus dropped his head to his chest. Gripped in shocking torture, his body constricted and he roared in exquisite agony.

He exhaled a soft sigh as he felt her lips brush across his skin. He could sense the blood surging through her veins, pulsing powerfully in a rythmic beat. The song of life did indeed sing strongly in this one and he found himself enthralled by the very sight of her flushed cheeks and the thin sheen of sweat that beaded upon her skin. His right hand slipping into his coat he raised his left hand and caressed her cheek with his fingers, placing his index finger under her chin and tilted her head to face his gaze. He smiled at her, a fang protruding over his bottom lip in a feral expression. Suddenly the pressure of her dagger was relieved from his stomach and she found her blade held upwards by a slim stilletto held in Marcus' right hand. The blades crossed, locked between them, inches from their respective faces. "There is hardly faith when you hold me at knife point Miss Zharra." He smirked in amusement and flicked his blade and returned it to its sheath. Zharra sighed in irritation. "So now we are equal then?" She questioned. He tilted his head and looked at her curiously. "Maybe...why not just kill me now with that sword you have concealed there. Heaven knows I deserve it."

"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words." "A fool is strong so that others may see, a wise man is strong for himself." "Imagination is intelligence having fun." ^_~ "You only grow old when regrest take the place of dreams." "The past is rarely remembered without sorrow, for it has been either better or worse than the present." "Some things have to be done, not because they are right, but because they are necessary." And finally "Knowledge is power, power corrupts, study hard...be evil."

OOC: Hey I just remembered something. Isn't this supposed to be in the 18th century? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Marcus growled lightly in his throat, his lip curled back in a small snarl. He didn't like being caught off guard and he hated others having the upper hand. The fact that this female knew his name was hindering to him. It was old superstition that if anyone had your name they could work terrible witchcraft upon you. Well, Marcus had lived long enough not to dismiss superstition...and his instincts begged him not to underestimate this woman before him. Folding his arms across his chest he narrowed his eyes at the woman, his mind searching for something that could answer his questions. Probing her mind he found nothing, his senses slipping over a surface not unlike glass to his mental touch. Raising a blonde eyebrow he looked her in the eye, his face impassive as they contested in a battle of wills. How strange this female was. Resisting to his penetrating gaze he could not determine the slightest thought fromher mind. This startled him greatly but his expression remained that of calm indifference as he continued his ministrations. "You, my dear, are an enigma to me." His tone was even as he spoke, his voice cultured and smooth. This was to be expected of a vampire his age, he considered language to be a great gift and one to be utilised. A smile spread across the womans face as she watched the vampire standing before her, her dagger never leaving its place, outstretched before her. "However," Marcus raised a finger, the silver ring adorning it glinting in the lamplight of the street. "I do believe that since you know my name, it is only courtisy that I, in turn, should know of yours." He inclined his head slightly, waiting for her answer.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by maladjusted [/i] [B][size=1] I saw the Green Mile a while back, I liked that movie as well. :P I thought it was pretty good... I don't own the movie either, but my sister has somehow watched it about 20 times. =_= I'm planning on getting her the DVD.[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] Both great movies, both originally novels by Steven King. I love those two movies...I've always had a thing for prison flicks, don't know why heh.

Okay, I was thinking..a dangerous pasttime I know. Anyway, I thought that it would be a good idea to put all my poetry in one thread. One at a time though, so I'll post one...then after a few comments I post another one..etc etc etc.... If the mods have a problem with this I'll be happy to change it, I just thought it would be a good idea. Okay, first one is the one I just posted on the 'Today's Poem' thread. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Loving Grace Do it like you really care, Like someone really wants you there, Like the sun still shines on luscious grass, Like the path's not lined with broken glass. Do it like there is no pain, Like you used to dance out in the rain, Like the wind still breaths across your face, Like life still smiles with loving grace. So, do it ?cause you feel it?s right, Because you haven?t lost the fight, Because the sun still shines on you, Because you love the things you do. Do it ?cause you know the tears, Because you know about the fears, Because you feel the strength inside, Because there is no need to hide. So show them that you?re not afraid, The debt you had has been repaid, You?re ready now to find your place, ?Cause life still smiles with loving grace. ------------------------------------------------------- P.S: The point to this is feedback people

OOC: Whoops, I forgot I was invloved in this rp, sorry bout that --------------------------------------------------- Marcus trailed his fingers down the throat of his victim, feeling the hairs stand up on the woman's skin, goosebumbs raised across her flesh. Inhaling the sweet scent of her hair he stood behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. The girl leant against him, titling her head back to smile in his face. The music blared from the speakers that lined the wall, pumping vibrations through the air as a thick mass of people gyrated around the dance floor. Keeping in rythmn with the beat he gently pulled her hair back from her neck leaning in closer to whisper something in her ear, smiling slightly as she laughed and pressed herself closer to his body. Pressing light kisses to her neck he moved her slowly away from the main dance floor into a shadowy corner, near the seated section. Wrapping an arm aroud her waist he cupped her cheek with the other as he slowly sinked his fangs into the tender flesh at her throat. Her eyes widened as she realised, but Marcus covered her mouth with his hand before she could scream, her muted cries drowned out by the music. Drinking his fill he closed her unseeing eyes and seated her down on one of the sofas, placing a bottle in her hand and laying a small kiss on her throat, closing the wound with a small drop of blood from a cut he created on his tongue. Running his hand through her hair he smiled slightly and exited the club. Pulling his collar up against the chill of the night air he scanned the street and spotted a young man hurrying across the path. Even from this distance he could see the blood that marred the young man's hands and anxiety that touched his eyes. Glancing to an alley way he could just make out the shape of a foot hidden behind a set of wastebins and the air reeked of death. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as Marcus set off after his next meal of evil blood.

Name: Michael Shard Age: 32 Appearance: Long, dark blonde hair almost always tied back, Dark brown leather pants and black leather boots, a white shirt with a white vest undernieth, several leather bracelets on his right wrist and a simple silver watch on the other, silver rings on the fingers, most notably the large thumb ring with a black onyx center. A silver cross adorns his neck along with a brown leather choker. All this is topped off with a a long black duster. Biography: He was a priest in New Orleans with a small congregation and a faithful duty in God. A pacifist by nature when the darkness came he was the first to emplore to God for forgiveness. But now all this has changed and with the arrival of the invaders sparks a new light in Michael, a light of defiance. Opinion: Set on making his own law, Michael trys to avoid the authorities at all costs, believing these 'aliens' to be the evil the earth has been waiting for, and now a holy war is about to begin...those who choose to enter the light will be saved.