Mitch

[color=red][i] She had already began eating when I sat down. She only made a side-glance at me and continued to eat. I grabbed a plate full, and also began eating. When we had finished, Fox signaled us to pack up our small, make-shift tenting area. Then we were off yet again, approaching the great river, Anduin, where the ring had been origionally lost. Fox had decided to check there first, since it would be the most obvious place to look.[/color][/i]

[color=red][i] The tears rang fire upon my cheeks, plastering them with my stirred and weakend emotions. And I not only felt indecision, but I know felt that I somewhat cared for Nepenthe. I had hated them all when this had began. I was just a hardend and stolid bounty hunter. But now I felt different, like I could leave my hate behind. Maybe for the better, and, if it came, the worst. But, I knew Sauron had something left yet to force upon me. But for now, for now I let those tears pierce me, I let them smother around me, extinguish my pain. I felt foolish for crying in front of her. But, I knew there was something deeper to her compassion, I could feel it. It was as if she unconditionally loved me, yet loved me more. I cannot describe what I felt as those tears rained down droplets of sorrow. I cannot even begin to describe it. It was like I had left the past behind--the death of my parents, my stolid reputation as a bounty hunter. It was as if I had become born from my blindness. As the tears began to stop flowing, I hugged Nepenthe close, and I cried unto her shoulder. [b]Gurthang:[/b] I...it...it's time to eat breakfast, Nepenthe, I believe. Shall you let me clean myself up? Then I shall join you. [b]Nepenthe:[/b] Yes, Gurthang. All I want you to know is choose the decision that you want. Even if I might think it wrong--do what your heart wills. I'll await you at the table. She left, and I wiped away my scalding tears. I then quickly dressed into my day time clothes, joining Nepenthe at breakfast.[/color][/i]

[color=red] Sorry I didn't check this out earlier; I've been quite busy. This is one of my favorite pieces of yours thus far. It was so wonderfully written, it kept me enthralled the entire time. It was really quite sad, and I could just get a mental picture of what this man might look like. I loved the beginning, and how you tied it in at the end. It made it even that much more powerful. Erm, was this for journalism?[/color]

[color=red] I'm really not a good sleeper at all. I let my mind think and wander all to often. It just makes it harder to sleep. I usually try to think of any ideas for poem and stories. I also usually bust out a book, write a poem, or watch T.V. But usually I have trouble sleeping, unless I had a tiring day. Then I can usually get to sleep. I don't have trouble sleeping a school, though. I do it occasionaly in classes which I loathe :) I like thinking about things, putting them into place. It's really entertaining, and it gives me more meaning to my life, I suppose. Also, I never dream. Well, I take that back. I do, but I so vaguely remember anything, that it all doesn't make sense.[/color]

[color=red][i][b]Gurthang:[/b] I don't know who to trust anymore, Nepenthe, It's all so stirred inside me... [b]Nepenthe:[/b] You know that the eye, that it lies, don't you? Or has it gotten into you that much? [b]Gurthang:[/b] Yes, I know that. But, what's even more...it said if I didn't get you out of my way..that...that I'd...I'd...die. I almost stopped talking when that horrid word had to come out, but I did it. As much for me as her.. [b]Nepenthe:[/b] Oh, hush Gurthang. The eye doesn't predict everything. It could be lying to you... Again, she brushed my face, and there was pity in her eyes. A bare pity. A so innocent and unnerving pity. I felt the tears begin to flow, but I held them back. [b]Gurthang:[/b] But...what if it is true, what if it is? [b]Nepenthe:[/b] Do not worry. When the time comes, if it does, it will. For now, let us live what life you may or may not have to live... Again, that naked pity spun into me...I wondered if she was truly feeling compassion, or if it was all a ploy, just like that of the eye. I was so undecided, I felt shaken and broken all over, trying the regain my lost shards of knowing.[/color][/i]

[color=red][i] The inferno inblazed around me, and there it was again, that great and wonderous eye, looking at me with its so pitying gaze of affability. I almost turned away, it was so hard to stare. It seemed to burn into me when I looked right at it, as if knowing everything, all of my secrets, all of it. [b]Eye:[/b] You must ignore that petty girl. She's only going to get into your way! I shivered at the raw power of the voice, shivered at it for all its intensity and hatred. I want to tell it, wanted to say I was going to have her, even if it meant things would go slower, or never happen. [b]Eye:[/b] They will not only never happen, but, Gurthang, you shall lose your life. Do you not understand that? She's only trying to stop you. Just imagine, all of the power you'll have...all of it.. I again shuddered at the voice, flinched at it. I felt so stirred inside, it felt as though I would become nothing but water, and fall to the ground, evaporating into a senseless pile of indecision. I again willed myself to speak, and this time, I managed a slight tinge of speech to escape my scalding lips. [b]Gurthang:[/b] Is...is this true? Can I even trust you, Sauron, or is this all a ploy... Again, I felt flinched and lowly. [b]Eye:[/b] That is for you to answer, fool. For you and only you. Take what I have said, and do what you will. For, I do not care. It means nothing to me...nothing. Nothing. I wanted to speak up, but, I then awoke, Nepenthe shaking me, waking me up.[/color][/i]

[color=red][i][b]Nepenthe:[/b] Perfect...dearest. She said, touching my face, as if tempting me. My face turned red with envy, and I turned away, returning to the camp. She seemed so rather complex. At times she would seem so kind and caring, and others, she could be so evil and heartless. It was rather strange, but, I supposed, that was just her. It was just her. I quickly went into my tent, and I soon then fell asleep.[/color][/i]

[color=red][i][b]Nepenthe:[/b] How do I plan to help you? She edged closer to me, an evil glaze covering her already malicous exterior. [b]Nepenthe:[/b] How do I? Well, how would you like me to, how would you? She edged even more closer to me, glaring at me, piercing into me, looking at me as if I were a tiny morsel for her to chew. I hesitantly opened my mouth, but the only thing that escaped was air. [b]Nepenthe:[/b] What? Cat have your tongue, Gurthang? How do you want me to help you, answer! [b]Gurthang:[/b] I'm...I'm not quite sure. In what ways would you? [b]Nepenthe:[/b] What, you want help finding the ring, and claiming it as your own? Is that it? I shrugged my shoulders. [b]Gurthang:[/b] Could be. Quite could be.[/color][/i]

[color=red] It seemed so thought roving, I loved that. I liked how you just threw it all in our face, and made us decipher what it all meant. That I think is one of your better poems, VR. I'd stick with this type of style, and see how it grows. It may just be your thing.[/color]

[color=red] [b]1)[/b] Final Fantasy Chronicles [b]2)[/b] A book with all of Shakespeare's plays in it [b]3)[/b] A computer, but that'll never happen [b]4)[/b] Some books of poetry, or any kinds of books [b]5)[/b] Cd player for my car And that's about it...I really am not wanting of all that much. Some clothes is what I'll end up getting, I betcha, but, whatever...[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lalaith Ril [/i] [B] 2) Are all "dads" lying caniving bastards? 4) If someone like him could commit suicide why couldn't I? He was the only person that cared for me and actually tried to help me, but he's gone. So why shouldn't I? (There are more minor ones but these are the major ones that affect me everyday...) [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] I'll tell you the answer to the first question. Of course all Dad's aren't like that. If they were, then, the world would be a rather different place. Now, the second. Why shouldn't you commit suicide? Well, first off, as I've said millions of times to you by now, it's a stupid solution to a problem which will someday end. I know it must feel like hell having to go through all of these monotonous pains every single day, but, eventually, it has to all end. And taking the easy way, running away, is throwing all of your future away. Your hopes, dreams, everything. I can't emphasize enough how stupid it would be to kill yourself over all of this, no matter how hard it isn't. As Juu said, we all care about you, well, I know I do. Even if I may not know you all that well, I do care. And to kill yourself is the worst way to go. I also wrote a poem about you, it's in my thread, if you haven't already seen it. I hope that clarifies a few things, if any. And I hope, above all, that you'll heed my words.[/color]

[color=red][i] I sat in my tent, going over and over what had just occured. What a strange turn of events had this all turned into. And as I sat there, stoned to my thoughts, Fox entered. [b]Fox:[/b] It's time for dinner, Gurthang. As soon as he was there, he was gone. I looked blankly where he had stood, and walked on to dinner. As I sat down, I found Nepenthe nowhere in sight, and I ate quickly and lonesomely.[/color][/i]

[i][color=red] At first I felt she was decieving me. For all I knew, she certainly could've been. But, I looked in her eyes, I looked deep in her purely lucious eyes, looked deep in them, sorting out all of the information that seemed to glean into me like that of a book. I found she was telling the truth, and I knew it as from the pure blackness of her heart. Ah, I just wanted to kiss her then, but I held back, and I simply looked upon her with all of her glamor for the first time, and I simply said: [b]Gurthang:[/b] I do believe I can trust you, can I not? She smiled, a sneaky smile which seemed to clench me forever and pull me along with its creases along her face it made. [b]Nepenthe:[/b] That you can. That you... I cut her off. [b]Gurthang:[/b] So why have you been up with the goody-act all along? She smiled again, only this time, it looked quite devilish. Quite devilish indeed [b]Nepenthe:[/b] Ah, I do believe you already know that answer, my dear Gurthang. As she spoke, she touched my lips with the point of her finger, and she walked out of my tent.[/color][/i]

[color=red] Yes, in fact, there is. Always be certain to know if a thread already pertaining to or almost of the same topic as the one you are thinking of posting isn't already made. Also, I think you should know that a thread already exists, you only made the last thread of this subject, lol. Re-read the rules, and please, don't do something as senseless again. Oh, and if anyone may be wondering, you may find the the tropic that is almost the same [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=15022]here[/url].[/color]

[color=red] [i] I was amazed at the power of this mysterious girl. But more than amazed, I was angry. I felt that I needed to keep my eye and my thoughts on her as much as I possibly could. It may have been intuition, but, I believe it was much more than that. I knew she would play a key role of getting within my way for the ring. Then I saw Nepenthe, her eyes seemed to hold a deep evil and hate for this mysterious wanderer that had ended upon us. The more, the better, I supposed. Nepenthe then began to hold her staff aloft, and, words creeped into my mind. They seemed to whisper evil and utter hate that I have ever felt. Then, I realized, Nepenthe was going to kill her. I was almost sweating with glory for this moment, but, just then, Fox turned to Nepenthe, he spoke in a tongue I couldn't undertand, and Nepenthe then turned away, walking to a random rock within the distance of our makeshift camp we had made. God, I hated Fox then. I wanted to kill him then, if it wasn't for his key role in the finding of the ring, I would've. But, alas, my interdictions held me back, and I calmly walked back to my tent, holding back my rage.[/color][/i]

[color=red] I'd have to say fantasty/Medivel, but, Fantasy is a close second. To tell you the truth, I really don't have a particular style I like. I just do it because I love writing and I enjoy it.[/color]

[color=red][size=1] This poem is dedicated to Lalaith Ril. I recently Instant Messaged him, and he told me many things which I was unaware of about him. Thus, I wrote this poem. Not so much as for him, but also for me. You see, I believe he needs someone to cry on, so to speak, so, of course, I offered my hand. He, it seems, has taken it. As some of you may know, he tried to commit suicide, and that is the underlying meaning of this poem--that life is worth more than death. Well, I might say it isn't underlying, but, anyways, this one's for Bryan, and may he take my words seriously, and never try to commit suicide again...[/size] [u][b][i]Remember[/b][/u] Pain is to much for a life to take and bear it all you can, I do know to let it consume a want of death that is much to stake cursed as you put forth, hurt as I perceive I do believe life is enough to want that it is enough to keep even if a stream of pained wove is what life must for time now be do not let the pain wove turn into greed not to a feet of you aren't of need 'cause you are and no matter what you do say I'm never going to turn away even if I'm only keeping you slightly attuned slightly feeling that someone does care I'll never lose hope that someday you may remember when the pain is forever the past that you'll remember I held you down 'cause I know someday it'll have to end that someday you'll come out of that caged taint and never look back forever stronger in your multiple realizations that life has reason and life is more than pain is given I just need you to know I do feel some of your pain no matter how less I am and I do alas, whenever life does not seem the best whenever you slip into that nest I know that's pain overgone when that does hit your scarred shell I ask you remember and turn turn, and remember that I do care as others do so feel at same as I do whenever pain seems stronger than god should give turn, and remember remember life has reason more for you yet even how gone you see it set remember you're worth more than death worth more than running away I hope that when you remember you will step away from that unwant that uncare all that you do hold for life as pain I hope you take the right choice as it is given and choose the path which keeps going no matter how hard it may be to take[/color][/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Barrel_Dragon19 [/i] [B][FONT=arial]How do you get to be a moderator or member?[/FONT] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] I'll tell you something right now--being a mod is much more than it seems. It may seem cool having power, to the corrupt I suppose, but it much more than it is taken to be. You have to deal with people getting sometimes rather defensive and angry for doing your job, and a lot of responisbility is also in the job. I don't do it for the power, I don't do it for the reverence, I do purely out of my love and constant admiration for these wonderful boards I stumbled onto. How do you become a mod? Well, I'd say one the main things is how you act on these boards. If you are yourself, and you are respectful, and kind, and considerate, then you have a chance. If you have good things to say, good thoughts, interesting ideas, then you've got a chance. But, most of all, you have to fully understand the impact of your placing as a mod. You have to see not as being on top of everyone else--but giving back for what the boards have given you. So, to say it bluntly, you don't become a mod, you sort of earn it over long periods of time. And as I said before, being a mod isn't all it's cracked up to be. But, as long as I can say I gave back to the boards, and that I made a difference, and that I learned something, then, it is worth it.[/color]

[color=red] I liked it all except the last stanza. The last stanza seemed a little drawn out, but all in all, I liked it. It's very thought trodding. Oh, and it's also nice to finally see you back. I hope your moving and all went well.[/color]

[color=red] Ahaha...I thought this had something to do with the Finches from [i]To Kill a Mocking Bird[/i], heh. But, as always, my thoughts are decieving.[/color]

[color=red][i] I saw the eye. It beemed down to me, overpowered me, it burned into me... The thing was hideous, yet, I couldn't stop looking, it was so powerful. I began to sweat in my pain, and then, the eye articulated one word upon my mind which dawned on me forever since: [b]Eye:[/b] The ring can be yours, it is within your grasp! I woke up, sweating, breathing heavily in and out. Could it really be mine? All that power? Maybe this journey would be more valuable then just money, certainly it would. I left my bed, and quickly came to the main room within the hut. I found our congregation sitting and eating a feastful breakfast. I sat down beside Nepenthe, ignoring her, and ate all that I had need. I knew that ring could be mine. It could. And that is all that consumed me thus throughout the entire journey we did begin that day. Nothing else I cared for, not even the money. Just the ring. And it would be mine, oh, yes, it would be mine.[/color][/i]

[color=red] People are always deeper than they present. I can never doubt in that. Sure, you may say you know someone, but to [i]really[/i] know someone is to care, and help them. And always be there for them.... Usually if you present yourself in a positive enough stance, they will open up to you, not matter how slowly that may be, they will.[/color]

[color=red] Well, I for one, I liked it. I can't ever deny raw human emotion, it always works wonders ;)[/color]

[color=red] You want to know what I think of Thanksgiving, eh? Well, I think it's a pointless holiday, although it may be good in one right: No school. Heh. Sure that didn't surprise anyone... It's really nothing it gripe about, I mean, we eat some food, eat some more food, and then sit around, and slowly, eat more food. Well, at least that's all it is to me :)[/color]

[color=red] [b]My heart goes out to Lalaith Ril[/b], and he needs it. I'd also like to thank [b]Crazy White Boy[/b], a great writer, and always ready to lend his ears and talk to me. [b]Juuthena[/b] because she's the first person that talked to me here on OB, and she's always there for me when I'm down to put me back up. [b] Sara[/b] I've only spoken to her a few times, but she's very compassionate, and I respect that. I hope to talk to her more, as I get time. Well, if I think of any others, I shall add them.[/color]