See? XD

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He looks great Destiny.
Who promised to stop buying art until they completed all oc histories? Who? Me?

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do i see yet another OC Sav? (SO AMAZING I LOVE SO CUTE AND AWESOMEEE)

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NVM I SEE IT. I THOUGHT IT WAS A NEW ONE. I LIKE IT. XD

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I rewrote my story instead of doing homework


There is no once Apoun a time for this story, nor is their a The End at its final chapter. It is just a tale that may or may not be true, its events twisted over time....

“Aww. Please”
“Just one more..”
“Its not even noon yet!”
“Pleaasse, Grandpa.”
“I'll be good for the whole week!”
“One about, Everrett!”
“No about Gravley!”
“If you would just listen!”
A group a young children huddled around an elder. Their shill voices piercing the air. The youngest had to be only around two, and the oldest about twelve. The man was a winkled grandfather, with a stern look. Although green eyes that sparkled with youth, and mysteries. The children knew he could be swayed, and kept pestering him, until his stern expression dropped and he let out a big laugh.
“You always know how to get one out of me.”
He sighed, a misty look coming over his eyes. Remembering the past. “You have to tell me, 'Knowing the past...'”
“'Will change the future.” he nodded, content.
“I'll tell you one. It is a story of love, betrayal, hate, envy, lust, death. In short it is a tale of war.” He raised a winkled old finger, “But don't go off and tell your mothers.”
A cords of 'We will not' went up. And his eyes twinkled again, because he knew they would open their mouths to their mothers faster than anything.
“Well, this is a story thats been handed down from my father to me. And he used to claim that his father told him. But some of the facts must be fake, like any good story-teller tweaks his wares, this tale has some unbelievable parts. But some say it is true that a gravestone lies, in a small meadow not to far from the first town after the Battle of the Wall, and one may say that the tombstone states, 'We fight For all our brothers who have fought and died beside us, before and evermore. Like them we fight for the future. Our future. The enemy is stronger, but we fight for the right to be free. And although the grass lays red under us we will fight to thee very end. And we will win. Why? Because we have to. For the future. And here lies the memorial for our comrades who fell in the Battle of the Wall and will be forever remembered in our tales, for the brave sacrifice they payed.' Now I am telling you that there is such a place, but if you believe me. That is entirely your choice.”

“It takes a soldier
Who knows his orders
To walk the walk their supposed to walk,
Love like I'm not scared
Give when it's not fair
Live life for another
Take time for a brother
Fight for the weak ones
Speak out for freedom
Find faith in the battle
Stand tall your above it all

It takes a soldier
Who knows his...”

Death was all around me. I should feel relief, the battle was over we were safe. My feet sloshed in the cool mud, there was a gash in my leg. Did it matter? I had done the impossible. And thats what mattered. But yet I was dying, my lungs were gasping for air that Gravley and Madaline no longer needed. Why was this battle any different? My soldiers died all the time. It your fault, a menacing voice hissed, you killed them. Shut Up! Gravley was not dead nor Madaline. I could go back to camp, regroup, plan a counter attack... When we got back to camp I would not have to explain to my remaining friends why I had killed thousands.
“I told you” Laizaray's voice slithered in my ear, “Fast, swift, merciless! They knew it was only a matter of time before we came! No plans, no strategist movements! The will to survive would keep us safe.” I turned my head to look at her, I had never doubted her courage in battle or her loyalty to me but now seeing her spitting in rage I felt a strange feeling. It was fear. I feared my friend! “Ha!” As the rain poured down on us, I laughed. Even the sky was crying for the dead, but Laiz's scarlet hair was a vibrant as ever and her black eyes narrowed. “Are you laughing?”
My episode ended as quickly as it began. “ I dinen't know! I thought... I planed.” My voice pleaded with her, begging for her to understand. Understand what? How my plans had laid out with total certainty the path to victory? The plans had worked, I had assumed over two thousand casualties but never would I of guessed death would hit home. “I'm sure Gravley is praising your plans.” Her voice wasn't angry anymore, I could deal with an angry a Laizaray, it was hollow which made matters even worse. Once Laizaray's fight was gone, the rest of us might just give up and die. I wrung my hands, I didn't feel anything, but I knew the pain would come soon, too soon. I glanced at a commotion to my right, Myers. He made his way up to me, taking Gravley's position at my right. No its Myers now, now that Gravley is... I couldn't say it, to say it was to accept it. Myers's eyes were filled with blankness, I shuttered. Then we fell into a silence, a mourning silence, as we marched to camp. "Their here! There here!"
Excited whispers passed through the thin walls, welcoming us. Me. Why had they put their hopes in me? I killed my friends. A whole ten-thousand people put their hopes in a boy pretending to be a man. The eerie singing and stead-fast marching of troops could be now heard in the town, probably awakening its population. But they were on edge anyway, they were always on edge. As I passed through the shabbily constructed wall shouts came from various structures, the scouts were announcing my arrival. The many shacks began to spread with a dim light that began appearing behind the tent walls. My people, these battered humans, were lighting candles. The thought could make one chuckle that these people, who lived so far in the future still used wax. I almost laughed, in school we took a history class about Electricity. How I yearned for it! All the people began to gather, everyone looked quite grim, in no time at all the streets filled with half awake, soggy people, stumbling in the early morning light to catch a glimpse of the weary line of troops. I stood taller, tried to put on a “leader's mask”, I'm not sure but I think Laizaray scoffed. The nearest town's person looked as me with such hope. Wait. I tried to foucs on her, yes I knew her. Her name is Marggrece her son was in my Army. No longer, he had died in the early dawn hours of the battle. Gravley had looked at me then, and I knew how many people I was about to lose in this, skirmish. Skirmish. Battle. No it was a massacre. Past Marggrece was a bunch of youngsters. Five, Six, Seven, Eight,Nine, up to Thirteen. Fourteen was the official age I accepted into my militia. Some of the younger children passed along excited whispers. I could only guess what they were about. The children had no parents to silence them, my fault. Everything was my fault. Myers nudged me. “What?” Laizaray looked at me with open disugest, it might have been hatred. The elected speaker of the people repeated his question. “Has the Electro Magnetizes Field of Protection been completed?” What a joke, it was a wall. An ingenious wall that was of connecting, invisible panels that covered from sky to land a one hundred and ten acre land. From sky to Earth, creating a dome. A dome that was to be our savior from those we simply called “them”. The creator of the wall was no other than my friend Blaze, who was another whom I had to explain the deaths to. A crushing weight seemed to bear down apoun me, why did I have to make the decisions? Why did the people look up to me? I felt tears burn my eyes. No! I was a fearless leader, in the people's eyes larger than life. I must respond to the question. Each word, I was watching Gravley fall, fall, fall, until the Other blocked my view and the whole world became a living hell.
“Yes, Speaker of the People the Field is complete.”
The gathered erupted, this news simply meant life. If the answer was no, the news was death. Like Gravley and Madaline, I had to accept it then they were dead. I was to never again hear Gravley's voice or witness Madaline's fierce determination. Myers, although had already come to this conclusion.
“Everrett. Please, you know what Madaline means to me shes the only family I've ever had.” His eyes banked with sorrow, they usually laughed. No longer, they were filled with the sorrows of death. The people were whispering uncertainly, no one ever called me Everrett, my first name was off limits when in fount of the public. I blinked stupidly, what was the right answer? I was running on no sleep. Where was Gravley?
“Their not Myers. Just pull yourself together.” The words sounded cold, even to me. His only family had just been murdered in a mass of hell, for god's sake! But I couldn't think of the battlefield, my limbs were shaking now that adrenaline rush was over, I was spent. I couldn't live with myself and I couldn't let Myers and Laizaray know that. Laizaray, who was eyeing me with a knowing glare but you see. I had known Laiz ever since I remembered and I knew when she was going to toadly loose it, and she knew when I was going to lose it. We were both very close to not wanting to live, Myers was already there. A uneasy silence filled the town, no one knew what to say, and I was done with fancy speeches and appeasing the people. Let them think what they want.
After a few more moments of the tension filled silence, a tentative voice rose from the gathered crowd, " Um, Commander. Where is Lieutenant Gadle?"
With this question a concerned muttering begin, as the folk noticed that many other soldiers where missing. "We had to run away!” A savage voice called from beside , oh it Laiz, just what I needed. As she stepped forward she cast a disgusted look at Myers and me. One could not of guessed that we were the best of friends, before the war. “You know why we lost so many? Because of you! Because of you!"
The crowd backed away as she pointed at them, “The wall had to cover the whole area,” she raved, “110 acres! Like we are ever going to use that land! And what did you do while we fought? Cowered like little rats, the weak deserve to die! What are you? Just a bunch of weak idiots, we risk our lives trying to save.”
She was totally out of control her damp, red hair fought its way out of her coat, waving in the early morning air, looking like blood. Oh it looked like the blood that had flowed from Madaline's body as Myers screamed. Laiz's black eyes gleamed with hate. “And! Gravley and Madeline and a whole bunch of teenagers pretending to be soldiers, have died! And for wha---” She took a breath, ready to begin another rant. But a snarl rose from my mouth, very animal like. Was that me?
“Thats enough Liaz." My voice cracked,
“What!” Came the startled reply.
“It will never be enough never! I will kill all of them right here right here!”
“I told you to stop Lieutenant Nightshade.” Nightshade, a venomess snake that lived in the mountains. It was funny, Laizaray's last name had always been Nightshade as if fate wanted war. Wanted Lieutenant Laizaray Nightshade, a seventeen year-old who didn't know what to do when she wasn't fighting.
I took a step forward, I had to look in control, commanding “Into my tent,” heaving Myers up, I shoved the limp body of my friend at her, “Take Myers with you, I'll deal with you all later.”
Her face betrayed her shock. “Gravley Just died Everrett! How heartless can you be?” My eyes fluttered shut. “Just go.”
Her ebony eyes lost their pained look and glared once again. They then stumbled into one of the shacks, I shook out his head and started to give the people a more... Lets say, less angry explanation
“We had to retreat from the battle, leave the wounded and dead." I suppose clouded look came into my eyes, "Even Grav-- Lieutenant Gadle."
A cry came from the gathered, many voices cried out, but one louder than others "But the wall! If you had to retreat its unfinished!"
A horrified look came into the eyes of the humans, a hunted look. The gathered started wailing and rushing back into their movable shacks, like that could save them. "Silence!" a firm commanding voice came out of me, the young leader, Gravley always said that in that one word one anyone could see why in-fact I was their leader.
"The wall is finished, we stayed until it was done that's why we lost so many." I looked around at the gathered faces, then at the shacks. How sorry we looked, the last of Us, thats what we called ourselves Us, how peculiar, and our rivals were Them.
"Permanent housing construction begins today." With that, I left the people and stumbling I followed my friends.

What have I done? Everything felt, different now that I was back at camp. How could Gravley not be here? How? How, how? How had everything gone so wrong? I didn't feel right, like I was waking from a bad dream, no that wasn't right. The dream was still on going. The people thought I was their savior, ridiculous. Before that, that slaughter I even thought I was.
“Those fools! Gravely and Madaline.”
My eyes fluttered shut, now I had to deal with Laiz and Myers. Blaze might even be here too. What would I tell them? How could I face them? My eyes blinked back tears I hadn't even known were forming, my legs felt like lead. The dimly lit shelter illuminated my friends, comrades, enimyies. Two very different voices said my name. Liaz continued on, drowning out Myers.
“Are we going back? I mean we have to. I'll start drawing out plans, on second thought I don't need to, when we go back we will just kill them. After all who needs plans?” Her voice drooped, she knew we wouldn't be able to revenge the two people who had been more than friends to the three of us. “ We wouldn't be going back Laiz” I hated how weak my words sounded, we could go but to go back meant certain death. “Everrett please, can't we just go back and get their bodies? I” His voice choked. “Know you want to go back for Gravley in the same way I want to go back for Madline.” Laiz raised her head challenglingly. What would I say? What could I say?
It really hit me when Blaze came in.
“It it true?” Her golden gaze locked on me. I could just see it, the camp gossip.
“He left his friends to die?” “Yes.” “Thats cold.”
I could also see myself justifying myself to them. “It was war! What was I to do! I saved thousands by killing two!”
“Thats no reason. Your sick, man.”
“What do you know about war! War is hell.”
“Thats cold. Real cold.”
My eyes flitted away from her.
“Yes.”
“You” Then Blaze said a few things that no respectable person should ever say. “Why?”
“I had to.”
It took all my courage, to look at her eyes. When I did, she was the one who looked away.

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me too! this is funnn....totallyyyy...also, savanna, PLEASE HELP ME!!!

meep help me need an artist :(

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http://www.lioden.com/topic.php?id=304429202757

Is where I got Nightshade drawn. There spots are closed tho'

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Sav, bad sav!! So many commissions! Work on your oc's!

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*Eeep!* I know, I don't have any histories (Except Ice Storm and Blaze) Exsohs, LI', Frostbite, Landslide, and Nightshade still need personalities. *Sigh*

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I couldn't resist

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GG. G-freakin-G sav XD lol

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*Facedesk.* You just had to, didn't you Sav? C:

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