ah new artwork from the lovely me... for those who actually look at this stuff.
i am writing again and do wish to post it soon i mostly the naughty bits will go here. ;3



That ah has no title i was just doodling to music and this is what came out. i kinda felt the song was kinda his theme song at a particular part in the story. the Song is called 'The Cross' by Within Temptation

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this one is actually just part of a drabble i have written on paper, the song i did it to was 'Say my name' by Within Temptation...i listen to them a lil' too much. :makes lil' size with her fingers: the drabble should be up soon for i know need to type... my hands are gonna get there revenge one day. i have already colored this one I'll scan it and post it some day.

wow i haven't been on here in such a long time. i've been so busy i do have more stuff to post besides these pictures. i've got more pictures and writings to add once i get everything scanned and some fan art for an interesting take on robin hood. but anyway busy life my family got a puppy and i am helping out with him a lot... its like having a toddler running around, very time consuming.

here are the pictures the first one is of a cleric named Laurelai(laureli sp?) i can't remember on the spelling choice for her name. and a mage she is my character named Hrafn. i named her after one of my male characters i was so un imaginative when it came to naming her.



this next one is of the ranger named Mecklarr yes he is robin hood like isn't he? he is the main character in a story me and my friends came up with while we were playing a terrible MMO. we had fun anyways, the mage and cleric are from the same story. and the other man is Xavier's Wrath...long story but he's basically the berserker of the party. i have another one of a almosr brawler type character and a thief...though i dislike those pictures. i need to redo them. but enjoy, i'll post some writing in a bit.

i drew some pretty picture and i wanted to share...
they have little stories that go with them so go to my devi page and you'll you'll get they're stories.
http://nekopan.deviantart.com/

Her long raven hair whirled behind her, as she made her way threw the hallway. It echoed her personality; madness. Her body glided with the deadly precision of each step she took towards her destination, her foot steps echoed fury. The lean and curvy body became tense the closer she got to her destination. Her ruby like eyes colored in disgust when she opened the one large door and curtain leading to the seer's chambers. She was greeted by the soft dark appearance of her twin brother. He disgusted her. They looked exactly same except male to female. She was harsh and cold while he remained gentle. Except his eyes they were a dark, luscious garnet that radiated with wisdom and secrecy. His eyes twinkled as he smiled softly.

“Sister how good it is to see you," He stood up with effortless grace. That bothered her. He was garbed in the most beautiful fabrics they draped around him in fashion that made him seem feminine.
"Cut it out Hrafn. Drop the ‘I’m so innocent act," The happy look on the man's face faded.

"Why dear sister what crawled up your ass?" he bit back as he took off the draping fabrics and he was left in pants. Showing that although his body appeared soft was rather strong.
"Just came to see the worthless first born of mother and father," she hissed
"My, you make it sound like you almost care," He irritated her to no end. Even in anger, his body and tone appeared subtle. While no matter how hard she tried she appeared harsh and rigid.

"It would be a terrible thing if I did," she walked towards him.
"You know sister you really shouldn’t be wearing anything at all."
"Whys that?!"
"My dear sister everyone and thing can see everything, why not just get rid of them?" She hissed and her feathers ruffled. "No need to get offended by truth dear sibling," He let his wings stretch they were rather shaggy yet looked powerful. His loose dark crimson pants were blown a bit by the wind as his sister rushed him, with a hiss. He caught her on her assault.
"Why dear sister you’re getting worse I actually caught you this time,” He shoved her back off of him and went after her with his nails. The fight continued; the two of them looked like two birds fighting.
Eventually they tired,
“Well, brother, it seems it’s a draw this time, maybe it is you who are slacking?” She about faced and walked out of the seer’s room. Hrafn drooped his shagginess became startlingly apparent.
“My sister” Hrafn sighed as he looked at his claws seeing her blood on them made him gasp as something came into startling clarity. The images jumbled around his head as he headed to the throne room. Stumbling threw the corridors a guard finally helped him into the throne room. The guard stopped dead, as Hrafn stumbled the rest of the way.
“Your majesties?!” he gasped as he collapsed in a heap at they’re feet. Hrafn felt something wrong on the cold marble floor, it was wet he lifted him self to his knees he saw red.

On the floor there was a growing pool of the king and queen’s blood. One side of his face covering his torso and legs was the crimson pooled at his feet. His hands shook as he screamed. The vision’s and pain of there deaths filled his head. The guard behind him called for the general’s and ran to the seer. They attempted to restrain Hrafn, but he'd been flailing his wings frantically. The blood seeped into his feathers giving them a deadly dark gleam. A larger garuda flew into the room, but was stopped in his tracks at the sight of his rulers' torn corpses on the floor. He was shook out of his stupor when the raven in front of him yelped out, “The Prince, the heir, he’s next!”

The larger one yelled, “Aquila, take care of the raven. I’ll get the prince,” and leapt out one of the windows. A large golden brown garuda approached the guard trying to reach the raven. “I got him.” Aquila stated.
“Hrafn?” Aquila asked.
“Aquila?” Hrafn paused a moment then something dawned in his eyes. “The prince! Aquila, the prince!”
“Shh... It’s alright. I do believe General Antiman has collected the prince.” Aquila sighed. “Come on, let's get you to the baths its time to wash that blood off you,” The two left the throne room solemnly.

The general burst threw the door of the prince’s room wrapped himself and his wings around the prince and the two eggs. “Prince Deror, are you and the young royals alright?”
“Yes, but I do feel slightly ill…though.”
“Then let’s take you and the two eggs some place well protected,” He held his wings over the prince while the prince carried one egg, and Antiman carried the other egg. Being extremely cautious the entire time.

“My lady,” Victoria bowed, to the Princess.
“Victoria I hope you were successful?” the princess’ back was turned to her. The most beautiful train of peacock feathers flowed behind her. “I would hate for you to have blundered.”
“No my lady I have not failed you. Your brother will fall ill… your parents are dead.”
“What of the prince’s in the eggs?”
“Antiman got there before I could destroy them,” Victoria touched her forehead to the floor, “I beg forgiveness in this failure to you,” The woman turned to face Victoria her soft round cherub face looked coldly upon Victoria.
“You do realize that even if my brother cannot rule while ill the prince’s in the eggs will tack over after they are ready for rule?”
“Yes, my lady I will rectify this mistake.”
“No, we will. I have a plan, rise Victoria,” Victoria rose in the same grace as her twin.
“Will I be calling you Queen Kimiko?”
“No, Kimiko is dead like her family, you will call me after my great grandmother the female warrior. Queen Bellatrix,” The smile on the Princess’ face sent chills down Victoria’s spin. “The people will soon know that the face of my mother isn’t always gentle.”
“Even demons can smile like a cherub,” Victoria smiled as the rosebud like cherub lips of the princess gave a truly sweet but purely evil grin.

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****Edit thanks to my friend Daniel*****
another story i decided to type up the prologue of it.
ive named (seperatly mind you) all the characters, i do believe.

i totally fucked up on the last entry really really bad no more writting for me at 2:00 in the morning....
everything belongs to bethesda except the chracters names and personalities they belong to me and my
'co-writers' Micheal and Zac.
 
    The Imperial City Market District was buzzing with activity as was usual for a rather nice day for Cyrodiil
ever since the Emperor was assinated. Cyrodiil was coverd in much doom and gloom because of grief. 

    But today a bard was playing his lute captivating his audience almost like they were under his magnificant
spell. His fingers plucking the strings, the song played well and around. He used his voice and they were all ensnared.

    Also today there was a Argonian climbing all the roofs searching for his target, he swiftly made his way across
the rooftops with ease doing his best to blend in. The Argonian was using the bard's wonderful timing to proceed
to make his kill. The Argonian pulled back the drawstring.

   The bard was happy his magic was working on the people they were dropping coins in his open coin satchel,
he made the song speed up but the control snapped. As a large commotion disrupted him out of the blue all attention was broken. The Argonian on the rooftop let go of the arrow but missed the target moved last minet to
get out of the way of the casue of the commotion.

    A guard looked at the roof an yelled "Argonian on the roof!" the dark argonian booked from the roof climbing
down with a lizard-like grace and disapearing into an alleyway.  At the same time on of the spectaters for the bard yelled "thief!" there was a spell castor in the crowd who knew they were being controled by magic. they were 'forced' to give there money to him by the baridic magic. he grabbed his satchel and ran, while the guards chased him as
well. 

   The commotion starter was nothing other than another Argonian. breaking out of prison and stole back all his things from the guards, along with killing one or two.  As he ran  the look that was across his face ran was
'oh shit oh shit oh shit...' he saw the bard give the slip to the guards as he slipped into a sewer entrance in that 
one alley. He turned around and swung his hammer making them all draw up there shields giveing him enough time to slip into the sewer. When they lowered there shields they proceeded into the alleyand through it with no
sign of any of the quarry. 

   Those three better stay away from the Imperial city for a while.....

okies this is supose to be the prologue to that retarted previous entry.....i do not know what i was thinking...
-_-;  but yeah and so i introduce the three from the last entry properly... now to go work on my website which will
hold the little comics to go with this as well, also my stories threads of fate, and untitled science fiction story, my
art, along with the things i am a fangirl too...hehe
I'll spell check later..

Wrath was trying his hardest to convince zane that settleing down was the wrong thing to do. they had a slight argument a few days ago when Yggdrasil was last there for he left, for he finally found a partner he could give up his life of crime for. and Wrath well his problems were not as difficult as yggdrasil's. 

   Yggdrasil was a important Wood-elf back in Valenwood, he was the first born son of a noble house that was next in line if the present house in rulership fell. he had certain obligations he couldn't fullfill, the biggest one was he wasnt interesting in the female sex, and The Hunt the game in which they hunted other humanistic races for sport so he ran. so of course his family sent people after him.
   Zane and Wrath were brothers Wrath being older than Zane by two years,  they were as ooposite as the night and day. Zane was blue with white markings ad Wrath was black with red markings or red with black markings your really couldnt tell. but Zane prefured the life of lesure sp je was a Arena compantent and a high ranking one to were he could get any woman he wanted. and Wrath had a Woman a Khajit woman. Zane and Wrath were Argonians and both races never got along for wars between the two throughout the ages. but Wrath nad his pretty lady were the rare few who got along so well.
   Wrath relaxed as he rememberd when he meet back up with his brother and they meet yggdrasil....

it is time for bed its 2:00 in the morning
ill edit misktakes later today maybe..:shrug: 

    The tomb was old and worn, the words and letters faded over the ages of time that the tomb stood in the memory of the person who rested underneath the granite slab, a person many try to forget.  not just for the person its self, but what it had done while alive.

   Cole Donovan, that was its name it is a it for it wasnt totaly male nor totaly female. It was a bizarr twist and demented combination of the two. We will call him a he for now just to make things easier on all of us, since his namesake is male. He was a simple child growing up he didnt hurt anyone he enjoyed his childhood very much, some people said maybe too much. 

   You see this is were the problem started he was forced to grow up before he was ready, and it warped something fragile. What no one thought was fragile it became extremly fragile, it shatterd. Cause a reaction that wasnt noticed till the first body was found. And still no one thought it was this sweet boy, yes Cole Donovan was still a child when the first blood was spilt a child of a mere age of 8. how he killed this older person in the prime of his life man no one knows to this day, and that is were our story truely begins.

   The scene was a gruesome mess the rooms walls were painted with blood by the use of a paint brush one of the expensive brands, in which the bristles never fall out held together nicely. The writing made no sense the only words written on the wall was "1st one." The body was of a male teacher his torso was sliced open hordily it was no clean cut it was made with a sharp smooth blade but the person who made the cut took there time and made the intestines ripped out and hung upon the walls making a smily face. His eyes were wide open in the most shocked expression on his face. His was scalped and that was sitting on top of a hat stand. and what made people really gag was his tounge or what they thought was his tounge chopped up and placed in his hand.

  the second one was a woman about 18 years of age, she was hung and her breast were mutilated, and her womb cut open. in her bedroom. she was one of the towns favorite babysitters. top scoring student in highschool. the police wrote out suicide, especially what was done to her. her tounge though was cut out and chopped and placed in the same manner as the teachers. Cole was 8 1/2 the writing on the wall "2nd one"

  the third one was nasty, the face extremly disfigured, sliced, cut, and gouged. completly un reconizable. it was a body of a 13 yr old boy. one fo the scool bullies. yet all he did was shove kids around nothing more nothing less.  His hands and arms were also extremly cut a bloddy mess of tissue and bone. it was almost like he bleed to death, but that didnt seem to fit since he hadn't been moved. the autopsy found that clean deep gash underneath the mutilation, across his neck. cole was 10. on the wall in the same scribbly writing as the previous two "3rd one"

there was a long break between all the three murders and teh next one cole would be 16 at this one. this is also when he found something about himself that his parents never told him. he was a hermaphrodite. he was half male and half female.  this next death was of a female she was 20, the towns up and coming lawyer, she just moved to the town. and set up her office, fresh out of school, dead a week afterwords. her neck was slit open and her tounge removed and thrown against a window. her eyes were gouged out. her wrist were shredded. as well as her ankles both which coverd up rope marks. she was tied down. and her stomach was opened int he same manner as the first victim. "4th one" was written on the wall with the woman's intestines on the wall.

cole commited two other murder's until he was caught and faught. they found his journal which was a log of people he killed and why, which way he did it for a reason. the first one was a simple tutor, he made him mad because he disagreed with the statement in the subject of math. the second was supose to be his babysitter. the third one was a bully from school who made him fall into the mud. the 4th made a comment about him not being 'boy' enough he looked like a girl. that was done before he even knew he was a hermaphrodite. the last two were his parents, becuase he asked them about the lies and things they kept from him. they called him a freak. so they paid the price.

              Cole Donovan
born May 1st 1960 died May 4th 1980

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i think i am gonna use the scanner tomorrow and post some art or something its been awhile since ive shared any art with anyone online..

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Pick one word from each pair that you think describes me the best and leave it in the comments. Then copy this and post it in your own journal to see how your friends view you.

* dominant or submissive
* logical or intuitive
* social or loner
* kinky or vanilla (i.e. conventional and boring)
* cute or sophisticated
* kitten or puppy
* warm flannel sheets or sleek satin
* leader or follower
* quiet or talkative
* spontaneous or planned
* teddy bear or porcelain doll
* hiking or window shopping
* tequila or vodka
* top or bottom
* bare foot or shoes
* jeans or slacks
* tender or rough
* aware or dreamy
* nerd or jock
* brains or brawns
* common sense or book smarts
* pretty or sexy

You hide when i come near
do i scare you that much?
it makes me laugh
now really, seriously?
should their?
be no reason for all of this
but........i guess i shouldn't talk
you look at me and say 'what'?
you turned to ignore me
why do you do so?
i really don't need to be run from
or ignored
i am human too just not as you see them to be
i am the one who is cynical because i happen
to believe a certain thing is rubbish
sue me? figuratively
why do i bother?
you are all the same
with the few exceptions
i am ignored and thrown aside
but i can say this those who know me, say this
i made my own
so you look at me if i was absolutely horrid?
why?
because the way i dress?
my ideals?
my religion?
why?
is it because i can see who you really are?
i just don't know?
you seem to think you have power over me
we'll i am the one who can't change
i am my own