Saturday, January 06, 2007

BAN-KAI!

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Counter

After an extensive combat, the fight appears to be in a stalemate. All combatants are blazing in their animas, coronas in full glory. Both the abyssal and solar circles have been badly wounded, and are most probably running low on essence. Yet neither side will stand down.

Suddenly, Mateo pokes his head out from where he was hiding, beneath some rubble that had been knocked earlier. In the time it takes Naya to yell an anguished "NO!!!", already knowing the potential outcome, The Abyssal known as Stalker of Dreams and Desires smiles, and suddenly vanishes in a burst of speed. Naya still hasn't finished her single syllable when a crash of metal on metal is heard, and all that can be seen is Shiho, the circle's Night caste, standing in front of Mateo, body extended in a kick, apparently angled to an opponents chest. The heat glow from where their swords impacted is still visible, and keeps my eyes on it for the time it takes Stalker of Dreams to fly through the air, back to where he was standing, landing in a heap.

Shiho calmy says, as she sheaths her twin swords, "That is the definition of a coward."

Monday, January 01, 2007

Defense

After an extensive fight, we seem to have finally escaped, successfully rescuing Mateo. He's tired, and slightly wounded, but is alive, which is what matters. Suddenly, as we clear the courtyard, I notice red essence lines snaking through the floor, to different points of the courtyard. Knowing what's coming next, and also knowing this fight is way over Mateo's league, I yell at the others "Magma Kraken!!" as I lift my right hand, gathering essence into a disk, while I reach for Mateo with my left hand, bringing him close to me. As I pull him close, holding him, the disk slowly washes down around us, forming a crystalline dome, which is quickly put to the test as a gigantic tentacle made of magma pulls up from the ground, and tries to smash us. My barrier holds, thankfully, but I don't know how long can I hold. The look on Mateo's face, scared, gives me the resolve I need to protect him. Like I said I would all those years ago.

Love Letters - An Animated Proposal - v2.0

Cold Ground for a Summer Love

Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic, but this is both beautiful and horribly sad...

"When we were apart, all we did was talk about how we could hold each other again when he came back," Kira said, plucking at the grass around his grave. "Now that he's back, we're only a few feet apart and I still can't hold him."