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A tale I have written.
Dream Catcher.
First Tale.
It’s Mouth.
There was a circus and there was a man.
This man wandered in the shadows of the circus. He searched for another man.
A man with short raven hair. A tall man. A pale man, a cold man and a mad man.
But he had no worries. He could cope with this man's madness.
After all, this man was very much like him.
This wanderer has white hair, long ears that have been stalking his surroundings. Listening.
His nails twitched in his pockets.
There were puppets. Black cloaked servants to the Raven haired man.
They aimlessly walked around the circus. Waiting for a command.
The wanderer found himself one of these puppets. He spoke to the puppet,
"I believe you can help me." He pointed behind the puppet. Two fountains. One red. One blue.
"Drink from the blue fountain and go look for me. I see potential from the wooden hollow of your being,"
The puppet turned and looked blankly at the fountains. "I take my leave. Remember to look for me. The
blue water shall make you strong. Shall give you all of the gifts you lack."
The white haired wanderer blended with the darkness immediately continuing his search for the
Raven haired man.
However emotionless the puppet may be, it became confused. It looked quickly at both fountains. "B...Blue."
It approached the fountains. It held one hand outward under one of the flowing streams of water.
So emotionless and empty these puppets were. Such simple things as colors cannot be defined by these beings.
As it drank from the red fountain, it's wooden body deteriorated, making the puppet collapse. The puppet turned
to ashes. Its black cloak laid still in the circus shadows.
The wanderer walked into the center of the circus. He stopped. His ears grew, and his nose cringed.
"What could you possibly need me for?" A voice, horrid as it was soothing echoed through the circus.
"I think I understand your reason for being here looking for me and murdering on of my puppets." He held an unmoving puppet. He petted the puppet ever so slowly. The wanderer
stood. Saying nothing. "Nothing. You have no reason for looking for me do you? But I know you are
as mad as I." His chuckles were soft. "A mad individual looking for another mad individual for no reason in particular is really quite," The Raven haired man walked towards the middle of the circus. "mad."
Now his laugh was a shriek. Obnoxiously filling the circus with this sound, the white haired man
closed his eyes only slightly. "I ask you to be silent," this request quickly silenced the Raven haired
man. His eyes were laughing, mocking the man with the white hair. "Yes?"
"I am not like you, sir. Such an accusation is intolerable to me." The raven haired man laughed. "You
deny your madness! Of course. Well, what is it you desire? Such a "sane" creature you are." The wanderer
placed his nails on the raven haired man's neck. "Creature? How dare you call me a creature."
"How dare you say I am the only "mad" man in this room if you are ignoring your very body? You
are not a human. You are a creature. An insane creature of our darkness. I am neither a man. We are both... ‘Creatures’.” The white haired man released the Raven haired man. He hissed and wiped
his hand on his coat. "I tire of your voice. The paper--" The raven haired man lifted a hand up to the
wanderer’s face. "I know of it, honestly. It is a waste of my time." The wanderer growled. "I don't care if it is a waste of your time. I need this done. Now.” He glared at the man across from him. "You will regret it, sir. I can guarantee you that." The raven haired man released the puppet. The puppet hovered in the air for only a moment before it began to glow. In moments the puppet was set ablaze.
The raven haired man pulled out a paper. A paper known to both of these beings as a agreement of
some kind. "It has already been sealed on my part. Do you wish to finish the pact?" He said taunting
the white haired man. The white haired man closed his eyes. His mouth slowly opening larger and larger. Splitting at the sides. A stamp was leaving his mouth and reached the paper the Raven haired man was holding. The stamp touched the paper and fused with the ink. The Raven haired creature smiled, its mouth grinning such an ungodly grin.
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Other pics of myself
Hello there. Welcome to my profile. I'll tell you some things about myself. ^_^
I paint, draw, write, and sing. On here is the link to my youtube account. Hope you like it..! I am a quiet individual, I only really speak when I feel it is necessary. But I am a easy person to get along with if you are a sensible person that I enjoy speaking to. I love food xD
I love music as well... Like Disturbed, 3Doors down, Coheed and Cambria, Kittie, Static X, Cradle of Filth, Breaking Benjamin. I play guitar hero, and I just game in general. If you would like to talk, message me. ^_^ |
