Varis..........

Varis sighed as he gazed out the window he was sitting at, thoughts of his past swirling through his mind as his comrades slept. He sighed again sadly as he thought of Luka. He remembered happier times when he wasn't the low life scoundrel he was now. He was once a prince, a prince of a far off land few people here had heard of. He'd come here for that reason, no one would know who he was, he could live with the name Luka had given him. Happily living for both him and Luka. Where was Luka now? Dead. His father had killed Luka because he'd been an embarrassment. If Varis hadn't been foolish about his feelings for Luka, this would never have happened, Luka would still be alive. But He knew Luka had loved him just as much as Varis loved him, and still loved him. He had to stop chasing ghosts. Luka had died, he'd seen it, and he was now immortal, forever searching for a way to join his lover in death, that was his fate. He remembered rumours of a handsome Luka living here and felt his heart break all over again. The Luka he knew was tall, had the messiest curly black hair he knew of, and the most beautiful ocean blue eyes, no other could match that. Varis also remembered the night he'd been bitten, He'd thought he'd heard someone chasing after him, and could have sworn he'd heard Luka calling him, but he'd told himself it had only been wishful thinking. His own father had taken Luka to the WereCats as a sacrafice, Luka would never have survived. He looked over at Kat, Kat had lost those she had loved most as well, they were quite similar in that effect. Maybe they could heal together. Varis would never see Luka again, and Kat would never see past her families execution. two peas in a pod. Mindless slaughter. That's the world they knew. Loved ones dying and nothing but sneering to comfort them afterwards. He'd protect this woman for Luka's sake. Luka had loved Varis for being kind, he would protect him as long as he could, if it meant dying then he would die greatful, he'd join his lover that way.

Philosophy

Laughing, smiling, grinning, singing, dancing, I want my life to be full of fun, friendships, dancing, on stage, laughing at jokes, watching cartoons when some people would tell me I'm too old to watch such things. You can have the hum drum life, I'm looking for a fun life, that never has a dull moment, in fact, it won't even know the meaning of such a thing. I don't need those uptight people who believe they're better than everyone else, I need someone who actually does something! A large ego is a boring thing, I don't want to be a part of unless the person is truly amazing, and even then it's boring. I want to jump in the air screaming because I'm so happy, I don't want to take life so seriously that I never leave the house, I want to still be that kid I am right now. Deep thoughts and thinking things through are all right, but I need sillyness and the willing to come adventure with me. I have a short attention span apparently, oh really? Can you tell me about Marilyn Monroe's life in detail? No? Well I can. It pays to have a short attention span, I learn new things. I love to sing and act, I dance when I can, I'm not good, but who cares really, I'm living my life, what about you? I stand tall when people around me lay down, I pull as many as I can to their feet, but it doesn't always work out. I've had trouble with bullies for a while, as in, I don't tolerate them, and they continue to put people I love down, it never ends well for them, it usually ends with my yelling at them, or with my fist meeting their nose if they don't stop after a prolonged time. Dangerously cute, Cutely morbid, you can see me as either of those. I don't let life get in the way of living, if I want something, I get it, or try for it, but I never give up. Love and I aren't that close, but one day I will find him, I just need to look harder is all. I hear the fizzling of a sugary beverage, sometimes I need that boost of Caffiene, but a lot of times I go for a glass of milk. I like to run, I'm not very fast, but I like to run. I hate winter months because I'm cooped up inside all the time, plus it's cold. I stand out from the crowd, I dress dark, but I'm a bright and cheerful person! I prefer blacks, blues, reds, and purples, to pinks and greens. My nails are black and shiny one dayPurple and glittery the next, and classy red the next. I never settle, I want what I want, no one says other wise, if I can't get what I want I try again. I don't care what a person looks like, I generally ignore ones appearance, I see what they really are, I can't see appearances at first, but after a while I can, but usually I ignore that, they are who they are, who cares what they look like. I stand up for people who seem to not be able to or just don't know how. I don't tolerate cowards that pick on the weak. I may be short, but I can be taller than my tallest friend when it comes to protecting people. "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."

Drabbles and other Deep thoughts

Making someones day comes naturally, but making mine takes thought. I love to laugh, I always smile, but what makes my day? It varys each and every day, sometimes it just takes one joke, others it's one smile from someone special, it could also be made by food, I'm happy when I get time to write about magic, love,or just about my favorite colors for eyes, they were as green as Emeralds, and as blue as saphires. I also like Pasta~! I like to think of faeries, dragons are my cousin Debbies territory. I fall in love easily, but I don't admit to it until I feel that it's real. People say I'm courageous and kind, I'm just me. I am who my parents raised, I don't take kindly to you picking a fight with me. I like to think about cartoons, animes, and work on impressions. I can sing very well apparently, I never took the time to actually think about it. I like to look at things through the eyes of optimism, it's "funner"that way. I doodle when it pleases me and laugh all the time. I always have a smile ready. My family full hartily believes that I make people fall in love with me like it's second nature, I don't believe this though. People say I'm cute, when really I am quite morbid. Foxes are my favortie animal.Witches are my favorite magical being, well......Faeries first but witches a close second, I love the idea of flying on a broomstick, and their fashion is cooler than what we have today. I'm not very girly, but I love shoes, shoes are important and I take them quite seriously, my mom claims a little too seriously, and as far as boots, they have to be expensive Demonia or else I'm not happy with them. I like to talk and I talk very fast and loudly. I like my name a lot Traisha Elizibeth Viola Potter, it has a nice flow to it. I like buttons, Luna Lovegood is my role model as far as book characters go. I'm just me so there

What I want to write about

"Four thousand years of History!"Four thousand years of crafting an art of fighting without weapons. I watch the artists at work, kicking high kicks, breaking cinderblocks with one graceful slice of the hand. Strength in belief in yourself, and that you can take a Jock twice your body mass down without breaking a sweat. The companionship it doesn't matter who won, all that matters is you learned something new from having lost. Training long hours each day to achieve either a loss, or to recover a win. Respect for your teacher, never talking back, always following his instructions to the letter. Becoming stronger with every trial.  Re-learning how to move quickly, thinking faster than you would have before. Thinking ahead trying to figure out what your opponent will do next. Being able to accept the hand from the person that just won the fight. Being able to protect yourself in a dark alley, if you still get hurt or worse, at least you know you fought and they were hurt as well. The ability to flip someone if they come up from behind and scare the crap out of you. Having your children mimic your moves

"Moon Go away"

 "The Face of Evil in the heart of Darkness."
The Cat smiled darkly, which, strangely, illuminated the road ahead.
The scent of blood was heavy as she danced gracefully through the broken world she had ruined and was trying to fix, Vorpal blade in hand.
The smell of the pollution tasted bitter sweet to Alice.
Tiffany entered the twisted Wonerland unsure of where to go.
Alice is the biggest enemy to Wonderland, she refuses to fix her once sacred sanctuary, instead seeking helpfrom the one who does nothing but destroy it.
Alice is fighting, recalling distant memories, and finally uncovering the truth of her families demise, putting the pieces together, slowly destroying her trust she has developed with the destroyer of the precious Wonderland.
The cat smiled Cheekily at the damaged Alice before him recalling their first meeting "We're all mad here." Now she was even mad.
Change is good, no matter what, the change of her Wonderland will be a very good thing, everything will straighten out and oder shall be restored if she does nothing to help it.
There is no method in this madness, nothing can be brought to you if you wait, you must chase after it, and discover the truth.
The severely damaged Alice sat in the corner of her padded white cell her arms tightly bound to her, her head shaven, a mad smile decorating her elegant features as tears were dumped from the flooded pool of tears and raced down her cheeks, the only sane though in her mind; "I failed. They needed me and I refused to help them! My beautiful Wonderland, now destroyed, shattered, there is no more hope, I failed! Dead all dead!"
Alice had to do what she had never wanted, she had to board a ghastly train, so many flashes of a train from Wonderland, spreading death and destruction crossed her mind as she boarded.
Dot looked around the shattered Wonderland, tears filling her amber eyes as she turned toward the shattered dark beauty and asked; "What have you done?"
Alice will discover the truth, and will find out who killed her precious older sister, and she will have her revenge.

Alice shall never learn German, for she is mad.

The Vorpal blade sang as it made contact with the ghastly hallucination.
The Cat smiled darkly, which, strangely, illuminated the road ahead.

Wonderland

The Queen of Hearts as all tyrants, was impatient. Just as destructive as a typhoon, but unlike a typhoon, she chose to be that way. Alice tripped down the rabbit hole, cuiosity killed the cat. Running from her past, like a rabbit about to be caught by a fox, utterly hopeless, but she could try.