KittySteele

Colors and shapes wouldn't form. That was what confused him most... That his eyes were open, and he could see, but none of it was solid. None of it seemed real. Were there people? Faces? Buildings? That was the first day. The colors blurring into nothing and shapes twisting and dancing. ~~ The second day, he was able to hear again. Just a murmur, of course. Of some language. It was too faint. Somebody calling from far away. ~~~~~~~ On the seventh day, when he opened his eyes, everything was clear. So clear, that it shocked him. It was like waking from a dream... All the colors were harsh and everything was solid. Sunlight poured over him,

She had a dresser drawer. It was one of those things that you couldn't really know about unless you had one. Or, at least, that's what I had always thought. But it looked so very simple. Three drawers, pink, with heart-shaped knobs. Her mirror on top, hair brush, make up, camera, glasses even. It make me wonder how long she would actually be gone. I knew the top drawer would hold clothes. It made sense. It was closer to her level, so she wouldn't have to bend down every day. The bottom, no doubt, held more interesting things. Books, maybe. A diary. Old things she didn't use but refused to throw away. The middle drawer-- and I knew this as a

Unusually cold for a spring night... But still, the man at Lyra's side wore no sleeves, just a hat to cover his ears. Not that it mattered in the darkness, interspersed with the flickering light from dying streetlamps. Neither of them had spoken for a long while now... Finally, the Latina broke the silence. "Why are you coming with me? Milo is not your friend... You should have no concern for him." "You refused to listen to reason and stay home. I hadn't the time or the desire to tell anyone. If I let you go alone, Arch would slice off my ears and make finger puppets out of them." The man tilted his head back and sighed, breathing a fine mi

Long ago there lived a land of fantasy and wishes. Magic abounds, and tales of fairies were not rumor, simply gossip. This is the story of the Lady of the Lake. There lived a lady in the lake, a lady of magic and beauty unbeknownst to the eye of humanity. Her porcelain skin was always pleasantly smooth but never cold... Not when she had her children, the wisps. Their light was reflected in her eyes, and they were happy. When the wisps would wander, as wisps often did, she would wash out her silken hair in the lake, and it would sparkle and shine with the morning light. Sometimes the humans would hurt the wisps, and they would run home cryin

Basic Info First name: Teresa Last name: ??? Age: 28 Gender: Female Positives: Sensitive, intelligent, crafty Negatives: Flighty, disloyal, somewhat emotionally unstable Orientation: ??? Relationship status: Single Birthday: July 4th Physical description Height: 5'7" Weight/Body type: 170/built (well toned) Eye color: Ice blue Skin tone: Pale, a smattering of freckles on her cheeks Hair color and length: Long red hair pulled back into a flared ponytail Clothing type: Skin-tight black body suit with long sleeves but no leggings, black ballet slippers or classic black wrap-around heels, and nothing else. Power info Hero name: Otra Power: Bidi

Basic Info First name: Lyra Last name: ChicaDeRey Age: 23 Gender: Female Positives: Upbeat, free spirited, gets along with everyone Negatives: Afraid of committment, sometimes overbearing, sometimes annoying Orientation: Pansexual Relationship status: Taken Birthday: ??? Physical description Height: 4'10 Weight/Body type: 110/curvacious Eye color: Caramel-toned Skin tone: Coffee Hair color and length: Curly black hair down to her shoulderblades, always pulled into a ponytail. Clothing type: Typically, paint-stained jeans and loose t-shirts she's 'borrowed' from friends. If she wears your shirt, she probably likes you a lot. Power info Hero

"I hate everything about you." The cold marble did not yield under his gloved fingers, not as IV had. No amount of ego-petting, or false compliments, or pretended affection was going to repair what had been broken. There would be no more late-night excursions to the underground. No more mocking the blonde about his annoying as hell laugh. No more looking into piercing green eyes and pretending for just one moment that there was some feeling left in this cold hard shell of a body. 'I am in charge of Castle Oblivion. I make the rules, I set the goals, and I get to tell you what to do. That's the way it works, old man.' He grimaced, and XI s