Johnathan -VtR 1- revised by ShadowlessFox, literature
Literature
Johnathan -VtR 1- revised
In a painful effort, I slowly open my eyes, which makes me feel dizzy. First thing that comes to mind is "what is the time", immediately followed by "and where the hell am I?".
Okay. Baby steps.
I try moving my arms and hands a bit first, out of instinct. No good. Tied to my back, like I thought. I notice I'm sitting on a plain wooden chair. Good. It's not like my body could support my weight right now. Not with all this pain raging about inside me. I check my legs. A-and yep. Tied as well.
I spit out a silent "what the fuck". Just what have I gotten myself into this time?
Alright, focus. Gotta focus here. I check my enviroment.
The room is dark, lighted only by Nine candles on the floor, flickering.
Each of those candles is placed on each of the Nine glyphs that I have drawn on it with chalk of red, earlier this noon.
One candle on Pah. One candle on Ko, one on Moir, Sah, Kir, Lakh, Ueth, Feyb, and Wal.
I do not remember a single word of the entire volume of the grimoire I have been studying for the past Nine months, each one for each glyph and its servant-communicators. That is because the moment the thin vapor and smoke of the words that I spake and spat and yelled and commanded, every word that escaped my mortal coil's mouth, it wasn't really said. It was
Dark and foggy night over a half-dead city, lampposts emitting a sickly yellow light, barely enough to illuminate the damp street.
This is the setting chosen by a man chosen by an idea.
Beneath the sound of cars going by - some fast, eager to leave this place behind and some slow, sleepy at this hour - beneath the droning electric buzz of the lampposts. The baying of a dog. Deep beneath all that, there is another sound crawling.
Something metallic is being dragged on the pavement. Something heavy. Something with a tip, something with an edge. Something with an ominous aura pervading it.
An axe.
And grasping that axe, wielding it l
18th of October, 2009, LPD by ShadowlessFox, literature
Literature
18th of October, 2009, LPD
Dear Sor,
I just had to write you again, After all those years you thought I was gone dint you, haha.
I aint been taken by mister Death yet, though I daren't say the same for you. If I'm lucky, which I've always been, think about it, your son or grandson will read this and shiver in teror of me.
It's been more than a century and still no rest for me, or for the little bitches. Still they pester the streets like they are women of god, so proud of their pimps or so sad of their state, but you should know I feel no pitty even when me blade cuts through them or me rope keeps em where they are or strangles them. No. I Don't.
I knew
hours before the sunrise by ShadowlessFox, literature
Literature
hours before the sunrise
A drop of wine
red and fine
down it drops
bearing hopes
feeling no
seeing no
hearing no
evil.
A shade of red
a book unread
somewhat old
and yet untold
the stories in
the tellings in
the wisdom in
a waste.
A feather flies
a crow now dies
plummage black
o'er the shack
so loud a cry
so fine a cry
so young a cry
it's gone.
A cloud of white
a peaceful sight
the morning comes
over the slums
a coming red
a looming red
a tasteful red
so bright.
O'er the world
so much so old
the days that pass
have nights to catch
and hasty so
and surely so
and coming thus
tomorrow.
Dance, dance, don't ever stop,
And I shall dance with thee till dead I do drop
For Love be the tune, as we sway on the moon,
My heart, it is beating, so fast and so soon
Be it thy grace, that blesses me so,
Or be it the pace, the one we both know?
Passionate eyes, we walk on the skies,
All else has no meaning, no matter, no size
Thy hands as I hold, years and ages grow old,
Eternal our love, a promise of gold
I love thee, I cry, as our lips draw nigh,
A gentle exchange, a breath and a sigh
For do I not breathe, if thou do so too?
Or am I alive, without thy view?
Clouds are the way, together we stay,
My heart and
Johnathan -VtR 1- revised by ShadowlessFox, literature
Literature
Johnathan -VtR 1- revised
In a painful effort, I slowly open my eyes, which makes me feel dizzy. First thing that comes to mind is "what is the time", immediately followed by "and where the hell am I?".
Okay. Baby steps.
I try moving my arms and hands a bit first, out of instinct. No good. Tied to my back, like I thought. I notice I'm sitting on a plain wooden chair. Good. It's not like my body could support my weight right now. Not with all this pain raging about inside me. I check my legs. A-and yep. Tied as well.
I spit out a silent "what the fuck". Just what have I gotten myself into this time?
Alright, focus. Gotta focus here. I check my enviroment.
The room is dark, lighted only by Nine candles on the floor, flickering.
Each of those candles is placed on each of the Nine glyphs that I have drawn on it with chalk of red, earlier this noon.
One candle on Pah. One candle on Ko, one on Moir, Sah, Kir, Lakh, Ueth, Feyb, and Wal.
I do not remember a single word of the entire volume of the grimoire I have been studying for the past Nine months, each one for each glyph and its servant-communicators. That is because the moment the thin vapor and smoke of the words that I spake and spat and yelled and commanded, every word that escaped my mortal coil's mouth, it wasn't really said. It was
Dark and foggy night over a half-dead city, lampposts emitting a sickly yellow light, barely enough to illuminate the damp street.
This is the setting chosen by a man chosen by an idea.
Beneath the sound of cars going by - some fast, eager to leave this place behind and some slow, sleepy at this hour - beneath the droning electric buzz of the lampposts. The baying of a dog. Deep beneath all that, there is another sound crawling.
Something metallic is being dragged on the pavement. Something heavy. Something with a tip, something with an edge. Something with an ominous aura pervading it.
An axe.
And grasping that axe, wielding it l
18th of October, 2009, LPD by ShadowlessFox, literature
Literature
18th of October, 2009, LPD
Dear Sor,
I just had to write you again, After all those years you thought I was gone dint you, haha.
I aint been taken by mister Death yet, though I daren't say the same for you. If I'm lucky, which I've always been, think about it, your son or grandson will read this and shiver in teror of me.
It's been more than a century and still no rest for me, or for the little bitches. Still they pester the streets like they are women of god, so proud of their pimps or so sad of their state, but you should know I feel no pitty even when me blade cuts through them or me rope keeps em where they are or strangles them. No. I Don't.
I knew
hours before the sunrise by ShadowlessFox, literature
Literature
hours before the sunrise
A drop of wine
red and fine
down it drops
bearing hopes
feeling no
seeing no
hearing no
evil.
A shade of red
a book unread
somewhat old
and yet untold
the stories in
the tellings in
the wisdom in
a waste.
A feather flies
a crow now dies
plummage black
o'er the shack
so loud a cry
so fine a cry
so young a cry
it's gone.
A cloud of white
a peaceful sight
the morning comes
over the slums
a coming red
a looming red
a tasteful red
so bright.
O'er the world
so much so old
the days that pass
have nights to catch
and hasty so
and surely so
and coming thus
tomorrow.
Dark and foggy night over a half-dead city, lampposts emitting a sickly yellow light, barely enough to illuminate the damp street.
This is the setting chosen by a man chosen by an idea.
Beneath the sound of cars going by - some fast, eager to leave this place behind and some slow, sleepy at this hour - beneath the droning electric buzz of the lampposts. The baying of a dog. Deep beneath all that, there is another sound crawling.
Something metallic is being dragged on the pavement. Something heavy. Something with a tip, something with an edge. Something with an ominous aura pervading it.
An axe.
And grasping that axe, wielding it l
In collaboration with my good friend Irene ~pontikaki (https://www.deviantart.com/pontikaki), I have began a series of videos on my youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/user/korfil .
In these videos, I will be narrating stories in their entirety, or selections of them. :iconpontikaki: is in charge of making the actual videos, while I'm merely the narrator.
(Also be sure to check her own channel, where she plays games! https://www.youtube.com/user/ireneconair and for the greek folk, https://www.youtube.com/user/pontikakigr)
It would mean a lot to me if you would lend me your ears for a bit, and listen to my vids.
Here's one I've written myself, and you can find in my g
Got Tagged by ~Darvinetta (https://www.deviantart.com/darvinetta)
haven't updated anything in ages, got bored. Here we go.
Disclaimer: I shall not tag anyone. Therefore the questions i'll type are considered 'volunteering'
Part one: The rules (more like guidelines):
1. You must post these rules.
2. Each person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you, and create ten (10) new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged her/him.
6. No tag backs.
7. No crap in the tagging section abo
Stolen-no wait- *Kindly Borrowed* from <MrsMagalink (https://www.deviantart.com/mrsmagalink) , i figured i haven't done a tag journal for a long time and i wanted to see what it's like again, so, there we go.
1.What does your deviantART name mean and why?
I wanted a name that sounded kinda artistic but also kinda Metal Gear-ish, I also happen to love the idea of a person that doesn't have a shadow (metaphoricly or figuratively), Hence, Shadowless, Fox.
2. What fandom were you obsessed with when you joined and what are you into now?
Metal Gear Solid Series, and now i'm into.. Well I dunno, Steven King, Terry Pratchett and H.P. Lovecraft I guess.
3. How many watchers do you ha
Hi I have a short list of ideas you could do with the twine story (although they are a bit clicheㅠㅠ) and I'll try to send them via Skype asap it's a good thing that you don't have to rush through the project