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Moirae- Chapter 15Chapter 15. Battle over the Pacific
The Philippine islands were silent. Each isle was well prepared for the invasion that was to come. Offshore was the Brianniican naval fleet. Two kingdoms were in play. One was banked near the coast while the other would serve as the main line of offense.
'I thought I would feel calmer regarding this.' thought Radik. He clutched his chest as if he were afraid his heart may burst out at any second.
He shut his eyes for a moment. 'But we can't change anything at this point.'
Radik looked at the Odette. Her silver form was glistening with seawater. Eugenie was standing behind him quietly. She wanted to be with him right now.
"Let's do our best out there." he said with a smile. It caught Eugenie off guard. It wasn't like him to speak encouragingly. Yet it was what they both needed to hear.
"Yes. We all will Isaac." she said. Her eyes widened as she realized her mistake in etiquette.
Radik didn't scold her. He never did, he was only strict in th
Moirae- Key TermsBrianniica Encarte- The country on the eastern hemisphere's continent.
Pacifica Dominic- The country resting beside Brianniica.
BRE- Brianniica Royal Empire. The abbreviation and name for Brianniica's mercenary army and empire. The same name came into play before the military was illegalized.
IPU- Imperial Pacifica Union- The empire/military term for Pacifica's mercenary soldiers.
OMPR- The mercenary organization divided to servicing BRE and IPU's forces.
Vixen- Term used to describe mechas. It is universal though other words are used varying from culture to culture.
The Odette- Isaac Radik's vixen.
The Virgo- Eugenie Sonata's vixen.
The Dante- Dalisay Eclipse's vixen
Kingdom- Brianniica's name for aircraft carrier.
Interceptor- Brianniica's fast-moving warships. Resembles today's destroyers.
Krait- Standard military name for submersible warships.
Ichor- A nigh indestructible metal ore. Named after the blood of the Greek gods.
AAA- Air-division Assault Army- The air forces.
Moirae- Chapter 14Chapter 14. Nightmare
The air had become humid. Radik lay sprawled out on his mattress. The Philippine soldiers had provided Radik with a small room. It was bare except for the bed and a small bathroom with a rusty toilet and broken down sink. But it was the best they could offer.
Only the faintest sounds could be heard. A fan was blowing in the background. A tarantula was scurrying across the ground hoping to go unnoticed. Radik turned to the wall. His mind was distracted more than it had ever had been before. The mission ahead made his heart race. The situation required to capture the black vixen was little different than the one his brother had died in.
His thoughts steadily slowed down. As if noticing this opportune moment, his body took control of the reigns. Finally he slipped off to sleep
When his eyes opened he was in a green field against a darkening sky. He was thirteen again and his brother was with him. Isaac looked at his brother overjoyed. Nathan beamed w
Moirae- Chapter 13Chapter 13. The killer in the dark
"Dalisay " said Isaac. She looked at him with curiosity.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Our fleet is fully prepared but the enemy is not due for several days. They appear to still be arranging their fleet and observing our movements. Until then, Brianniica is willing to provide a service for you to rectify a past wrong. Our ground troops are willing to eliminate the assassin droids in Gazel."
"You'd be willing to do that?" she asked.
"Yes. I was asked to accompany as well. I have some Black Ops training." he replied.
"Gazel is dangerous. We found it to costly to reenter the area."
"A battle plan has already been formulated. We know quite a bit about the machines, but perhaps you could share anything you've gathered."
"Of course. My only condition is that our own party should join you."
Radik nodded in agreement.
Gazel was once home to a thriving population. Now all that remained of it lay in decay. Dalisay drove the parties past Gazel until they r
Moirae-Chapter 12Chapter 12. Dalisay Eclipse
"The Dante?" wondered Radik. He stood on the deck of a kingdom facing a Philippine vessel. The Philippine ship was weathered with crude and sharp cannons protruding from every side. Alongside the cannons were harpoon launchers used as sweepers for boarding enemy ships. Despite its worn appearance, ships such as these were known to outmatch even an interceptor.
A single vixen was planted on the Philippine ship. It was named "The Dante." Of more interest to Radik was the person standing atop of it. It was a woman bearing a spirited grin. She had blonde hair and kept her left eye hidden behind bandages. She wore a leather vest over her strapless top. A sword and revolver were tied to a belt below her bare waist. This was the woman known as Dalisay Eclipse.
Dalisay leaped clear off of the mecha and landed on all fours. The enemy ship sent down a ramp to board the kingdom. The Brianniican mercenaries rushed to the catwalk and the Filipinos did the same
Moirae-Chapter 11Chapter 11. A doctor's touch
The Odette hovered overhead of the wreck. A salvage ship began to reel the Dreadnaught to the surface. The sea was tainted and required decontamination. The Dreadnaught's reactor had poisoned the water as well as the Ichor. Closer examination had revealed it was mixed with a more standard metal. The haul had received microscopic fractures from the missile impacts.
Isaac thought to himself, 'It seems the Dreadnaught suffered damage not visible to the naked eye. Its objective was then to clear the way for a later fleet. It would proceed to invade Burgundy and establish a base there where it could make the necessary repairs.'
His train of thought ran on, 'Commander Vincent already figured everything out. Come to think of it, the sonar beacon he had Eugenie install wasn't a gamble at all. The vixens escorting the Dreadnaught required refueling every eight hours. Without a ship to land on, they would have crashed into the ocean far before reaching Bur
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop looking
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
my jaws ache
with the taste of
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...
You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
StockholmBut my heart beats for you alone
You are not
You are ever watchful
Hoping for devotion
My wandering heart
Beating for you
Can I?I told him
I loved him,
And that I
To be happy.
But can I
When he looks
In his eyes?
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
HowlHe’s a dancer in the dark
With unearthly rhythm
She’s the moon he left to sleep
In a sky without her stars
Like a poem led by lust
In a world of not to happen
Like a symphony of phoenix flights
On a December night
Singing for the ones they laid to rest
On their holy ground
Without an Earth
He’s the wolf
Howling with regrets
In a world of his own madness
She’s the moon
Without a sky to hold her high
In the night
Like the odds are not in favor
Like the sun that conquers
And the moon on someone else's sky
Like the legends we used to fear
Children by the fire’s flames
We used to be believers
In a world without its hope
Dream, boy, dream of wonder
In a world without sparkle
Like stormy days
In a September goodbye story
Of sleepless nights and awaken dreamers
Stars that pierce the sky
Are just children of regrets
Of a love that never happened
But always echoed in the night
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
For Your Eyes Only...For your eyes only, I bare my soul.
For your eyes only, I bare my heart.
For your eyes only, I bare my body.
For your eyes only, I bare my mind.
For your eyes only.
For your ears only, I share my dreams.
For your ears only, I share my fears.
For your ears only, I share my sorrow.
For your ears only, I share my joy.
For your ears only.
For your heart only, I give my love.
For your heart only, I give my strength.
For your heart only, I give my passion.
For your heart only, I give my life.
For your heart only.
All of these and more...
are for you--only for you.
You Just KnowWhen you’re in love with someone, you just know
There’s no arrows, no signs leading you to them
It’s not a fairytale or romance novel
This is real
When you wake up and they’re there
Not in “the morning after” kind of way
When you wake up from a night of talking
A night of laughing together and talking about everything and nothing
You don’t need the memory of lust to smile when you see them sound asleep right next to you
It’s the little things that cause the smile
The way their nose crinkles when they laugh
The way they look when they’re busy and you notice
And honestly, you really don’t remember exactly how you met
You don’t remember when you “officially” got together
All you remember is that beautiful smile, the perfect lips you long to kiss
The softness and heat of their skin
The sincerity in their voice when they say, “I love you.”
Their eyes give you a feeling of safety
When they hug you, you
ToA- Words of the HeartI remember the day I met you
The fair-haired woman who would change my life
We were whisked away to a world unknown to me
You promised to protect me, you the melodist I know
I was afraid but I wasn't alone
I was with the most beautiful girl that night, the melodist I know
I thought you were troublesome,
The way you reprimanded me. As if you knew so much better
I knew you did, but I couldn't accept it,
The soldier girl so much more mature than the young lord
We grew closer in the tide of war
My bitterness melted away in the time spent with you
I see clearly now that you were only worrying for me
You, the melodist I know
Thank you for whisking me away.
It's been a while since I've seen you but when I return,
The young lord will surely tell you he'll never leave you alone again
Wait for me Tear
I love you
I remember when I first met you
The handsome lord who changed my life
I stole you away from your kingdom, into a dangerous land
I was determined to protect you, the hero I know
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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