Riven Wight

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Yeah. It was only supposed to be for two weeks, but ended up getting extended for a third. Alas, it was more for business than for pleasure. I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things from being back, and get creative juices flowing again, so apologize for the wait while I do that! A reply for here is next on my "To-Do" list.

The Collector (2) [Closed]

*Pokes @TheWindel and @shi12 to see if they're still alive in some form of the word. Offers them a cone of their favorite ice cream in an attempt to avoid any potential ire for poking them.*

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

Urgh! So, so sorry for the wait. Things got busy longer than anticipated, and now I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing on here again. Need something to jump-start the creative juices!

A while back, I saw a song put to a compilation of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Read some of the comments to find out what it was from, then ended up stumbling on it on Netflix. Got the pin from Hot Topic.

Well, I always have ideas, but I have confidence in that glorious brain of yours. :-) If you get stuck or anything, though, let me know! We can put our heads together.

Heh, yes. You have to like the Cheshire cat. I do remember them doing something like that in the Disney movie as well. Alas, I’ve been too busy to do much reading these last few weeks.

I enjoy the first one of Burton’s. It’s been a while since I’ve watched it, though. I liked the premise of the second, but was rather unimpressed with the way they went about it. Ha! That’s special about your sister probably being afraid of his movies.

I swear. Since we started this, I keep seeing Alice in Wonderland stuff everywhere. Wonder if I just never noticed its popularity before, or if the world decided it was time to start throwing that theme at me. Like lemons. Only lemons usually hurt more.

No worries. I can see where it could be easy to just keep going in your narrating style. Just wasn’t sure if you knew that or not. You’re welcome!

The pains of writing or reading anything with food or drinks in it.

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

Elayra’s brows rose in an irritated warning when Ghent cleared his throat after his explanation of Mary Poppins. She gave something somewhere between a snort and a growl when he finished with his all too familiar phrase.
“I’ve met some pretty thick-headed people,” she growled, “but you top them all, Featherhead. You proved that statement wrong just a few minutes ago! Not to mention…” she let the words trail off as she jerked her head upward toward the shield.
She scowled at Ghent’s complaints about his bag versus hers. If the Sorceress doesn’t kill him, she thought, I will.
“Haven’t you heard anything Drust and I have told you?” She turned a dark glare on him. “No one outside the Sorceress’ little circle can cast that kind of magic anymore. At least, no one you would want to ask for that kind of help from.” Her nose crinkled and she snorted as she finished.
“It really bugs you that we're this advanced without the use of magic, doesn't it?”
“What ‘bugs’ me is your incessant insistence that it doesn’t even exist!” Her hands clenched at her side as he continued.
“Well,” she began in a dangerously low voice at his opinion of Wonderland and its need for ‘upgrading,’ paying no attention to his surprise at her returning the candy. “If you can find anyone left who isn’t Curse-ridden, one of the Sorceress’ followers, or at risk of being hunted down and torn apart by the ‘Red Queen’ if they so much as put a toe where she can see it,” she turned her gaze fully to Ghent, only the need of returning to Drust preventing her from stopping to give him a better piece of her mind, “then by all means, tell them that! What we’ve got, we owe to survival, not—”
Elayra’s words cut off as, from over Ghent’s shoulder, she noticed the vehicle as it came to a crawling stop at about the same time her companion saw it as a reflection. She angled herself defensively toward the station wagon as Ghent gave his order, and instinctively reached to draw her sword. The shield burst into glittering mist. Her face twisted in a growl when she gripped only empty air where her hilt should be, the thunder making her jump as the downpour intensified.
As the vehicle drew closer, she could make out the driver from behind the windshield, his face distorted slightly by the rain as the wipers struggled to keep the glass clear; the man they had encountered on the street had followed them.
Mentally scolding herself for not taking notice of their stalker earlier, her muscles tensed as he pulled up to the curb, and rolled down the window.
“Get in.”
Despite the threat in the man’s tone and his potential advantage from inside the station wagon, Elayra laughed at his demand. Hating her lack of weapons and running the few offensive focus words she knew through her head, she met his gaze with a mocking expression, a smirk on her lips. All the same, her gray eyes remained ever wary as she watched for any signs of attack.
“Not going to happen!” She placed a hand on her hip, ignoring the thick raindrops drumming against her scalp and dripping down her back. “Wouldn’t want to miss rehearsal, now, would we? C’mon.” She gripped Ghent’s arm and moved to pull him away from the wagon toward a narrow alleyway between buildings a few yards ahead of them, careful to not fully turn her back on Miles.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

No worries. It kind of worked out well for me. Heh. I'm going to do my best to get to a reply here either later tonight (I suppose "this morning" might be a bit more accurate) or, as is more likely, Tuesday. Have not really gotten any replies out for the past almost three weeks because of being out of town.

MONSTORY

“Twenty...” Izzy breathed, her eyes widening at the unbelievable number of times he had faced and fallen against the White Wolf plaguing Trevor. “That’s...” she shook her head in disbelief. “That’s insane!” Her emerald gaze hardened. “There has to be something I can do to help, if you won’t even let me try to heal you. It’d be the least I could do for you coming to my rescue.” She jerked her head toward her left arm, now practically fully healed as far as she could tell
“How would you kill the White Wolf without hurting Trevor?” she continued, her reason for coming to the school in the first place yet again pushed to the side. “Don’t you balance keepers--or whatever you want to call yourselves--have some form of backup? Help you can call on when things get sticky?”

Of Science and Magic

@Arista
Still around for this? My trip regrettably ended up getting extended, and thus so did the time for a lack of posts.

Of Science and Magic

Bearded-man had just reached to pull the lever on the side of the weapon for the second time, confident in his aim with the wolf holding still enough for a couple precious seconds. But then, the wolf moved the second he shifted the lever, the mechanical sound of gears rising from the narrow, rectangular box at the weapon’s hilt.
His grip on his gun-sword shifted in shock when pillars of ice sprouted from a slick sheet spreading from the wolf. A thin, metal dart with red plumage on one end shot through the air with a whooshing bang a moment before Byrce’s jaws locked on the long portion of the weapon. The weapon shifted in his grip from its new position in Byrce's jaws, making his hold on it that much more awkward.
Thea shouted in surprise when the dart whizzed by her ear, catching in a few strands that yanked with the dart’s momentum. She ducked down and stepped to the side just in time as Young-guy swung his electrified pole through the air at her shoulders. She tried to take advantage of his miss with a swing of her branch at his legs.
Young-guy nimbly hopped over the branch as Bearded-man tried to twist his gun-sword so the sharpened side of the blade could do some damage, but his efforts proved unneeded; the metal of the blade still had a good amount of residue of wolfsbane on it from when he filled the darts loaded inside the box-hilt.
Taking advantage of the wolf’s injured state, Bearded-man swiftly raised the weapon again. Not taking as much care in aiming, he pulled the lever once, then twice, pausing only long enough for the box to make a few more clanking sounds as the weapon loaded itself, then fired another dart toward Byrce. Without hesitation, he pulled the lever a third time, readying another poisoned dart as its predecessor flew through the air.
Zane hardly stirred from where he had fallen limply on the forest floor, unconsciousness from the electricity and blow to the head winning out against his attempts at standing and fighting for the only other two members of his pack.
Young-guy tried to bring his weapon down on Thea, but she backed away. As quickly as they had formed, the electric arcs sunk back into the hilt of the metal segmented rod before vanishing with a final buzzing sizzle. He snarled at his weapon, but his guard did not fall.
With at least the threat of electrocution off the table, Thea dodged, and whacked the weapon off course with her branch. She tried to gain the upper hand in the fight, controlling their footing and where he went, trying to make him back into the log he had tripped on before.

To Cure a Curse

Rayadell backed away as Calanon sat up. She habitually checked the position of her wings to be sure they still created less of a hunch since her pack now rested on the ground, without showing through the front or bottom of her cloak. She watched him silently, only giving a short nod in response to his thanks. She cast his elk-friend a quick glance before Calanon spoke again.
Her stomach growled in approval at the concept of breakfast. Rayadell’s eyes narrow fractionally in irritation, wanting to be on their way. But, alas, eating was a necessary inconvenience. Hoping, since she had not gotten the chance to hunt the night before and did not desire to use the few bits of jerky she kept with her so early on in their travels, the Carishes had added a few bits of dried meat into the food they had graciously given them, she went to the other side of the stone ring.
“Breakfast sounds like a wise idea.” She began kicking dirt onto the few embers remaining of their fire still clinging to life, snuffing them out. “I believe I gave you the provisions the Carishes sent us with?”

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria shrugged, following at Alex’s heels as they neared a road that looked a bit more busy than the one they walked. “Because I can see them for what they are? There’re human-run hate groups out there that’d probably kill to have someone who could tell the difference in their ranks.”
She frowned, thinking of the anti-supernatural group her aunt and uncle were a part of. They had tried hard to keep her in the dark about their involvement in it, but it had not taken her long to figure out. Especially when they once tried to use her when she was young to sniff out a potential mole among their group. It was about then she had begun to keep her ability to herself, adjusting to playing it off as something else, convincing her guardians she had grown out of it, much like most children grow out of seeing spirits.