Demon in the Garden
Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the dessert planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard.
Callaghan Rurik could feel the آگ کے, آگ at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro سے طرف کی the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind یا ahead. For ahead the مصنف of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark shapes littering the once beautiful, exotic, alien garden. None of the bodies were in one piece. Some possessed elbows یا knees of shredded muscle and jagged bone with the rest of the limbs scattered about; others lay on their sides with snaking entrails یا moist organs escaping onto the sand; most were slashed into unrecognizable ribbons of flesh. A sphere with black hair hung on the wall, its own spear between its eyes, pinning the ornament in place.
The warlock stood still among the damage. He waited for fear to hit him, for disgust to churn his stomach. But instead the bits and pieces of what had once been soldiers sparked hot rage in Callaghan's heart. Half a dozen times he had seen this garden of blood splattered succulent plants and shattered stone sculptures with mixed emotions of horror, revulsion, and fear. Both the first and سیکنڈ times he had been allowed into this memory he had lost the contents of his stomach. But this time the young warlock could picture the cause of this burial ground.
She was 5'2" but most likely even smaller at this time. Her eyes were verdant as a rainforest and wide as the ocean, but other time narrow at a snake's and burning سونا with fire. And her voice rang with relentless inquisition except when it clang with passionate excitement. A girl made up of giggles and growls and humor and hisses. Callaghan had met her only once, and yet the pain these dead soldiers had caused her made him wish they would pick up their pieces and rise again just so that he could tear them apart himself.
Just then came the scream. A cry of anguish and sorrow that made the grown man want to clamp his hands over his ears. The door leading into the dark rocks of the قلعہ walls stood ajar like a dark mouth, releasing that wailing pain. The scream lasted all of a منٹ of racing دل beats. Its raw emotion remained in Callaghan's ringing ears. He stared into the gaping mouth leading into the قلعہ and for once felt the urge to run inside and find the ذریعہ of the ungodly pain. Not to protect her, no, for clearly the young vessel contained a formidable beast. Instead Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness. But right then the memory ended.
For a moment he was left in the dark. That girl. Callaghan's father and his associates were expecting her to wear dresses and tiaras, smile sweetly at strangers, dine with diplomats and dignitaries. And maybe she could pull it off. But how could a child who could turn 199 well trained soldiers into heaps of blood, flesh, entrails, and ashes grow into that delicate being?
Callaghan Rurik opened his eyes. The dark ceiling starred back. The heat of the desert faded, leaving behind only the sweat on his forehead and the ringing in his ears as evidence of the trauma. He sat up slowly on the bed. His fist opened, dropping his father's memory stone back into the cup of colorful rocks, all with their own stories. Callaghan's arm throbbed in its bandages and the memory had left him breathless, but he knew sleep would be far out of reach for the night.
Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the dessert planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard.
Callaghan Rurik could feel the آگ کے, آگ at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro سے طرف کی the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind یا ahead. For ahead the مصنف of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark shapes littering the once beautiful, exotic, alien garden. None of the bodies were in one piece. Some possessed elbows یا knees of shredded muscle and jagged bone with the rest of the limbs scattered about; others lay on their sides with snaking entrails یا moist organs escaping onto the sand; most were slashed into unrecognizable ribbons of flesh. A sphere with black hair hung on the wall, its own spear between its eyes, pinning the ornament in place.
The warlock stood still among the damage. He waited for fear to hit him, for disgust to churn his stomach. But instead the bits and pieces of what had once been soldiers sparked hot rage in Callaghan's heart. Half a dozen times he had seen this garden of blood splattered succulent plants and shattered stone sculptures with mixed emotions of horror, revulsion, and fear. Both the first and سیکنڈ times he had been allowed into this memory he had lost the contents of his stomach. But this time the young warlock could picture the cause of this burial ground.
She was 5'2" but most likely even smaller at this time. Her eyes were verdant as a rainforest and wide as the ocean, but other time narrow at a snake's and burning سونا with fire. And her voice rang with relentless inquisition except when it clang with passionate excitement. A girl made up of giggles and growls and humor and hisses. Callaghan had met her only once, and yet the pain these dead soldiers had caused her made him wish they would pick up their pieces and rise again just so that he could tear them apart himself.
Just then came the scream. A cry of anguish and sorrow that made the grown man want to clamp his hands over his ears. The door leading into the dark rocks of the قلعہ walls stood ajar like a dark mouth, releasing that wailing pain. The scream lasted all of a منٹ of racing دل beats. Its raw emotion remained in Callaghan's ringing ears. He stared into the gaping mouth leading into the قلعہ and for once felt the urge to run inside and find the ذریعہ of the ungodly pain. Not to protect her, no, for clearly the young vessel contained a formidable beast. Instead Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness. But right then the memory ended.
For a moment he was left in the dark. That girl. Callaghan's father and his associates were expecting her to wear dresses and tiaras, smile sweetly at strangers, dine with diplomats and dignitaries. And maybe she could pull it off. But how could a child who could turn 199 well trained soldiers into heaps of blood, flesh, entrails, and ashes grow into that delicate being?
Callaghan Rurik opened his eyes. The dark ceiling starred back. The heat of the desert faded, leaving behind only the sweat on his forehead and the ringing in his ears as evidence of the trauma. He sat up slowly on the bed. His fist opened, dropping his father's memory stone back into the cup of colorful rocks, all with their own stories. Callaghan's arm throbbed in its bandages and the memory had left him breathless, but he knew sleep would be far out of reach for the night.
Trying to explain to Skylar why and what she wont say, and why the past may not matter, and why life sucks
Life Is a Sin : سے طرف کی Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us آگ کے, آگ and we wont know what to do.
Love is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
Love is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But آپ wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
Love is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
Life Is a Sin : سے طرف کی Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us آگ کے, آگ and we wont know what to do.
Love is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
Love is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But آپ wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
Love is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
Name: Lara Nightingale
Occupation: Hero
Hero Name: Nightingale
Age: 16
Appearance: Dark-brown hair, green eyes, tall and slender
Powers: Has the power of flight, strength and longer stamina.
Abilities/Skills:
Knows jujitsu and is very good at evading enemies.
Hero costume: Purple crop سب, سب سے اوپر with long sleeves (With an "N" logo) Black pants, black boots, yellow utility belt, and a black cape with hood.
Civvies: Green crop top, three-quarter jean pants, white shoes, black baseball cap.
Weapons: None. She has her powers-she doesn't need weapons has her powers are strong enough.
Personality:
Sarcastic and is a friendly person.
Family: Her grandma is Talia Al Ghul and her parents were killed in a plane crash-so she's a orphan.
Story: Came from the future (52 yrs from time)
Occupation: Hero
Hero Name: Nightingale
Age: 16
Appearance: Dark-brown hair, green eyes, tall and slender
Powers: Has the power of flight, strength and longer stamina.
Abilities/Skills:
Knows jujitsu and is very good at evading enemies.
Hero costume: Purple crop سب, سب سے اوپر with long sleeves (With an "N" logo) Black pants, black boots, yellow utility belt, and a black cape with hood.
Civvies: Green crop top, three-quarter jean pants, white shoes, black baseball cap.
Weapons: None. She has her powers-she doesn't need weapons has her powers are strong enough.
Personality:
Sarcastic and is a friendly person.
Family: Her grandma is Talia Al Ghul and her parents were killed in a plane crash-so she's a orphan.
Story: Came from the future (52 yrs from time)