Autumnal Challenge – Year Two

Wooh! So it’s autumn. Totally didn’t realize that happened. I’m a bit…

Life’s going really, really fast lately. I think that’s called growing up. I’m not entirely sure I like it >.<

But I'm bringing back the autumnal challenge which will run until I realize that it's winter ( lol – Most organized blog ever. ) in an attempt to keep the blog going.

The point of the Challenge: I will post something of awesome every day. I'm kind of going to cheat and just finish the drafts I have knocking about in the old dusty draft folder ( seriously, some of them are more than a year old. Gah! ), but I'll try to keep that on a second post of the day type basis. I really do have a lot going on in my life and I feel like my poor blog isn't getting any of the love. Maybe that's because I’m actually out and about and that makes it less than desirable to blog.

Or maybe it’s just because I’m so quiet since Krista left. Meh. Whatever.

Ironically, I started this blog yesterday, then saved it in the drafts and forgot about it. Like so many other posts…lol =)

Well, seeing as I’m still cleaning the dinosaur ( that’s a fragment from a different blog that I’m not sure I even posted yet ( I’m getting as bad with my blogs as I am with my videos… ) ) out, I have some time to blog. The Windows Transfer Manager is alternating between 99, 15, 52, and 48 minutes. So…yeah. I’m your for the next little bit.

To summarize: Autumnal Challenge = Starting today = At least one new post from dru every day until winter/she realizes it’s winter.

I encourage the rest of the blog to get involved. Everyone’s so quiet lately.

xxdruxx

 

Autumnal Challenge

And so, we come to an end.

The official first day of Winter was the 21st of December, so the Autumnal Challenge is now done. Well done and congrats to everyone that participated. We didn’t quite meet the goal, but that’s okay. We had fun ^^

There will be another one for winter, I think, but it will be less demanding and of a slightly different nature.

So…

YAY! Done did good blog!

xxdruxx

 

Here I lie, on my own in a seperate sky…

Hey’lo blog-people! Did you know that consumer math is quite boring?

Anyways, plenty of holidays have past now (and some are right in the middle or have just started), and I hope everyone who celebrates had/has a good Solstice, Yule, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa. So many holidays this time of the year.

Since yesterday was technically the first day of Winter, the Autumnal Challenge should technically be over, but I had a last-day inspiration that couldn’t be posted until I got a hold of the scanner/camera today. First up, remember the first post I did for the AC? With my “seasonal meter” aka tree? You know, this one! Well, here he is now that our fourth season is indeed here:

He looks a bit cold. Or at least a bit more naked. Maybe I should censor that. My bad. =)

Now the picture I had to scan! If you’ve been reading the blog, you’ve hopefully been keeping up with our ongoing group writing project. I noticed dru had an avatar made up of Mythrallia on her Gaia Online page, so…

Shrank it ’cause I didn’t want to take up too much space here on the blog, but still didn’t turn out bad at all. The protagonist of the story herself, Mythrallia.

I think that’s all I have to share. Quick little blurb for the heck of it: I’ve started two more songs already, although Tony pointed out that one sounds like a weird James Bond opening and now that’s all I hear. Also, my Godspell DVD is getting kidnapped by people, and I keep dying horrendously in “Tomb Raider: Legend” (currently on the England level). My DS skills are lacking, haha.

I need to enter this, if I can think of something to send in.

C’ya!

-=Amie=-

 

Raving

You know how I’m so obsessed with raving right now?

Well…I tekteked a raver.

Behold!

xxdruxx

 

You

You sit across from me
And taunt me
You are perfect
Composed, as a symphony, for my pen to transcribe

It seems – to others – that your words are harsh
But, save today, ne’er heard I malice in them
Today, I almost wept for the harsh rejection you threw at me
I believe it was a warning
But it was one I will not heed

You mock my flacid ego with your finely crafted arms
How I would love to touch you
To feel that warm skin – smooth and tempered by years of labor
How I wish I could hear my voice over your tongue
The soft catch of our “are”s
The gentle sweep of your name

I am utterly amazed by how beautiful you are
How intelligent
And how unreachable

xxdruxx

 

Roman God

Observe the glowing countenance of the common god
His radiance is above the light of the sun
And his eyes sparkle with the stars of the Northern Sky
His voice, thick ambrosia, caresses the air with its sonorous ring
As a lover caresses sweet Venus’ lips
Behold! His chiseled flesh
Hot as sun-warmed stone
Welcoming the worshiper’s touch
His dark curls beg the insignificant hand
And lips require unworthy match to pay respect
Behold! The god that sits in humble robes
And tears the heart of Luna’s child

[ xxdruxx ]

 

Blood Rains

The matron made me sing her tales of her fraudulent family – glorifying the very march in which my family was destroyed. I laughed with them, secretly cursing their filthy, dark elf blood.
Might death’s laugh be loud in your ears
As I sat upon my window, surveying the skeletal trees that once made a great forest around this abysmal palace.
Your blood will rain from the golden clouds and revive the forest you burned
As I burn
Might you burn
I smiled as I rolled the story-spell tightly. One night, very soon, the matron and her court would hear a very different story.
A story about a small family living in a rural High-Elven village.
That story would make them cry tears of blood.
And I would laugh.

{Here I go! Wish me luck!}

Although, I would not laugh long. No, my life was no longer mine to live.
Revenge was my only name.
If I knew then what I know now, I would have died with my family.

[ *clippy clippy!* ]

That night was cold. I sat staring at the forest once again, elated that tonight would finally see the end of my most hated enemies. Tonight I would be fulfilled. Tonight, I would feel accomplished. I would be accomplished. Tonight, the all consuming hatred, like a sick venom, would be drained from my wounds and I would finally be able to heal; my parents would be avenged, my duty fulfilled, and my life reborn.
The small silver bell chimed sweetly, singing “tonight, tonight, tonight” as I crossed my floor quickly, parchment clasped tightly in hand, toward the door and my lady’s doom.
“Mythrallia!” I still remember her drunken voice, singing my name as I entered the Grand Hall. Over a hundred of the most prestigious of her house lined the tables, all inebriated. All doomed.
I bowed behind my staff to hide the wicked smile twisting my lips.
“I’ve brought you a new song, m’lady” She smiled at my humble offering and commanded me to sing – condemming her own blood in the process.
I could feel the magic crackle around my fingers as I unrolled my parchment and as I recited the hate-filled words I saw my morbid farey tale play out before me.
Might the dragon’s fire blaze twice as hot
Shrieks of delight quickly turned to horror as a great gold dragon roared white flames onto the dining guests. Women and men alike screamed in torturous agony as their clothes bound them into the fire that would send them speeding into Death’s laughing arms. He held them close, one by one, and squeezed the very life-blood from them til a great, red river flowed from his black robes to the desert forest outside.
My lady begged me to stop. She screamed my name and sacred apologies over and over and I laughed and laughed and laughed at her desperation. Her blood was darker, a more pure red, than the rest.
I screamed in glee and ran to the window to see the thick golden clouds forming over the forest. They rained fat red drops onto the outstretched branches, draining the river with every new torrent. And as they fell, the forest bloomed once again. I sang and laughed with vengance and satisfaction.

[ */snippy snippy, clippy clippy* ^^ So gory ^_^ I love my elf *hugs* ]

After all their bodies fell I felt sure I would be happy, that a sheer sense of glee would pick me up and cast me into the heavens where I would laugh and sing with the angels!
…Alas, it was not so.
Instead of flying skyward I felt as if I had been thrown into a pit. I sank to the ground, only a few feet, for sure, but it felt as if I fell for ages. I could not move.
What was this crippling effect? Why was my joy cut short? They were dead, weren’t they? Happiness, I demanded!
…But then the wretched thought crossed my mind.
When I was young, I knew my purpose, when I was enslaved, I knew my purpose.
What was it now?

{Heh. I hope this is good. >.>; Just jumping into this I’m not sure where to go with it.}
[ You took it in a direction I had not envisioned! GOOD JOB!!! *clips scissors* but I'mma gonna add some death and destruction now if it's okay with your *chops* ]

My family, my mother, my songs and my home. They all kept me alive until the attack.
After the attack, the thought of killing the beastly Dark Elves was what kept my heart a’beating.
What now? Oh, what now!? I cried.
Not only was my family gone, but the promise of their murderers death fulfilled! And the joy I felt was my right at their twisted bodies? Stolen from under my very feet! Stolen by a sense of loss, fear, and worst of all the pressure of emptiness.
Crushing down on any happy thought I may have had was a whirlwind of thoughts that all led up to the same conclusion, a whirlwind so strong I had no hope of fighting it… I tried, I tried, oh so hard I tried to resist, but alas… So the abysmal plane of my heart crashed to the agonizing realization that my life was over.

[ Drama! Suspense! AND SO MUCH MORE!! Tune in next time to find out just what Mythrallia meant by these words. Will she take her own life? Will she have a suspense and mystery filled encounter with some great unknown power? VERY POSSIBLY!!! Same elf time, same elf channel *da da da da da da da da daaaaahhh!* ]

[ xxdruxx ]

{*¡Kiara!*}

 

Deep River ( Part Two – Yay!~ )

My family was beautiful. I loved my sisters and truly cherished my family’s home. I was raised to be a bard – something rare and unusual in the elven world. Especially for my house. But, as a high elf, I did everything I could to excel within my field. By the time I was thirteen I could cast beautiful story-spells that told the history of my noble house.
It was just three years later that I would watch the nightmarish and villainous dark elves destroy my homeland and burn everything I loved to the ground. I was saved, simply because of my mother’s foolish wish to teach me to sing.
It is because of this wish that I know what I must do.
It is because of their destruction that I lie, like a crocodile beneath the surface, waiting to strike.

[ Ooh, fun fun. Have you seen the avi that I did on gaia? the TekTek? Well...yeah. She's an elf too. ^^ I'm slightly obsessed atm tbh lol rofl. lol so many letters ^^ ]
(it’s so alphabet-y. =O ho’kay, let’s what I can do tonight.)

That fire would haunt my waking days and my sleepless nights, flickering in the shade of even the briefest flutter of a blink. The depths of my hiding have done nothing to quell the red and orange of burning destruction, no.
To see the chaos and the despair brought upon others; I thought it unthinkable until that day. To see pain and anguish unmeasured sweep over my family, my friends, my people…
I will not allow for such tragedy to fall yet to another. The gifts I hold dear, my song, my heart, these wonderful gifts will keep me going through this storm, and it is these that will be my weapons, even now as the next dark cloud draws nigh.

(meep.)
[ meep indeed! I love it though. ]

Oh how quickly the blank pages fill, like the blood of my people drenching the cold winter ground, this ink fills these empty, dry spaces.
I remember the head of that night, so morbidly inviting – warm and soft as it destroyed my past.
Might the dragon’s fire blaze twice as hot.
I wrote these words in the flowing Old Elfish that my mother taught me as a young girl. That piece of parchment would be their destiny. It would define them and, as they bowed close to the river’s surface to examine their vain reflections, it would revise them and perfect the corpses they chose to be the moment they entered my land.
How quickly the ground drinks in blood.
How quickly the water swallows you up.

[ ooh...blood. *ick* lol ^^ so many letters...Z! Yay now we have a zed!~ ooh, did you know if you press "shift+tab" it tabs backwards? and if you press ctrl+tab it switches tabs in your browser. And if you use alt+tab it switches applications for you. Isn't that fun? I want to get to the point where I don't even have to use my mouse at all. That'd be nice. ^^ ]
(and now I can’t stop playing with my tabs. thanks, dru. as if my probable ADD didn’t ’cause enough trouble for me. =P)

I am half way through the first ream, the now-filled sheets making a neat stack beside my pillow. I gaze down at them, taking in the feeling of draining oneself through the quill with every slow, meaningful breath. I pause; I could hear the soft strum of strings, the puff through a flute, the moan of a voice as those words became the music I grew up mastering in my own ears.
They were speaking.
And people would listen.
And people would learn.
After all, that is the finest working of a bard.
And I felt accomplished.

(I seem to have a thing for callbacks.)
[ Ooh! Consistency! That's so cool ^^ I seem to lack that sadly =( I really like where this is going. And there's nothing wrong with playing with tabs. Did you know ctrl+t makes a new one appear randomly? It's awesome. Try it. ]

After the dark elves captured me, I was given a room, better than most slaves, but still humble. The Lady sought my favor with jade ink and fine vellum parchment. I allowed her to believe that I was most powerfully in love with her glowing countenance – her hair being the very same color as my name’s sake.
How vain power makes us.
At night, after I had been released from the endless recitals of the fraudulent history of her vile clan, I would sit at my desk and slowly compose the song that would end all of their lives. Such a powerful story-spell required careful and perfect structure to hold in the magic. But my mother’s determination to create the greatest bard of the middle times was well placed and developing – I would destroy this house with one chaotic song.
How quickly the pages float by now, leaves on the water’s surface. Memories so cold and clear that like the skater’s parchment they appear as glass.

[ So...I'm totally loving this. Isn't she a viciously awesome character? yeah, I think she is. ]

[ xxdruxx ]
(-=Amie=-)

 

Peace on Earth

Seasons shift too fast this year
Summer an ellipsis and autumn a waning dream
I threw in my lot with snow today
I will bring in this brave new year
The remembered visits seem idealistic now
The children fear those kind, blue eyes
A child ran away in tears
A mother implanted those fears
And quite rightly so, with murderers
And child-harmers.
It just strikes me sad that
In our bright new world, full of electric lights and sugar,
The children shy away from an imagined panther in Santa’s coat.

[ I wish you all a peaceful holiday season. I hope that there is no sadness for you this year. ]

xxdruxx

 

Colloquial Injustice or – The Waste of Deep Rivers

Blank paper. Possibly the most beautiful surface to exist in this world. Blank paper is seen in the mirror ice before the lines of moving poetry are traced by the skater’s quills.
I have one hundred reams of blank paper – one hundred and one if you count the bundle sitting on the glass table top in front of me.
I’m perched on a soft, handmade pillow. The other hundred packages of paper support the glass on which I now write. It will amuse me when my table is nothing but a piece of glass resting on the floor. When this happens, in one hundred reams of paper, I will laugh. I will feel accomplished.

[ Start here! ^^ ]
(Starting! =3)

Those papers will bear the mark of a mind, a soul, the thoughts and images scattered and dancing the once white space of nothingness through the scrawling speech of my pen.
The words will speak to everyone, anyone willing, and yet no one will notice as they flit through their time, building bridges over the flow of ideas instead of taking the care to gently wade in them and understand their ever-changing depth and life.
There are those who will, and when they do, they will sift through with the skill of the wise, taking heed of the designs before them and adding to it their own. I will feel accomplished.

(That’s what I got. I’m not as poetic it seems. Am I doing it right?)
[ You're doing it exactly right ^^ ]

They will wade into my river and in that moment they will be more purely myself than I am. They will know me and share that secret intimacy that stems from devoting all ones heart and brain to the understanding of someone else. Simply for understanding’s sake. They will not seek to know me for any reason other than the love of the idea of me.
And that is how I will be immortalized. My pen will be my chalice and my ink the elixir. I will be the Goddess in their dreams, and they will drown simply to have me inside.
I will make them breathe me in and they will beg for more on their deathbed. In their last moment they will look me in the eye and beg me to force the water into their lungs – an experience too perfect to live after. My mind will make the world at large pale and empty.
And they will love me for it.
But I wasn’t always this way. Not always so destructive…

[ Da da duuuuh! Tension, drama, and... Your turn! ]
(Yay, I get to be “not always so destructive”-ish. Let’s see…)

Once was a time where the mere thought of that would have drifted as mystifying as a bumble bee’s flight upon the air. The time where innocence reigned, where there in the world existed no hate, no violence, no sorrow. The time of youth, of play, of friendship. Of a swing blowing in the wind, laughter carrying with it’s motions.
Peace drifted as that which did not exist began to invade those who had known nothing of the sort. Walls erected around hearts, around minds, around all and hid what was left to shelter from the death of our youth.
That time was of the past, and there it will stay, lost to all but those of bardic minds. All had grown, continue to grow, and while I had become an echo of innocence, the whole of the world turned instead into a calling of unrest and hate.
Now, after my voice rang strong for the sound of humanity, I, too, hide within the river as they drink, and as the flow runs them down, they will know me and remember. The time is coming…

(I’m don’t seem very good with this impromtu thinking stuff, hee. Your turn.)

[ So, this is the first part of a multiple part story that Amie and I are writing together.
I left the notes in for you so you could enjoy the chatting we were doing. ^^ Isn't it awesome? It's just random writing. But I totally have an idea where things are going with it. YAY!

Author = Dru - Amie - Dru - Amie etc. That is, after every break we switched.

[ xxdruxx ]

(-=Amie=-) ]