The Raven's Desk
30 September 2014 @ 08:14 pm

These are all links to RP blogs I own. I'll go in and add them to my links list eventually, but here they all are together.
 


 
 
The Raven's Desk
29 September 2014 @ 08:03 pm

I copied these down a while back from Insane Journal. And by “a while”, I mean at least two years ago. But yeah. 50 drabble prompts.

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The Raven's Desk
29 September 2014 @ 07:21 pm

((This is taken from a dream I had. I blame too many hours spent on Aion. However, while winged, the characters have nothing to do with Aion. I wish I could find pictures of the place that was in my dream, it was beautiful. The front was this big stone castle/palace thing, covered in ivy and vines. The back crumbled and melted away into a forest. I’m expanding on this somewhat, once I get my second computer up and running.))

We were traveling across a dark land, vibrant green with the frequent rain. Everywhere around us were rolling hills and dark forest. And along the road, on my left, came the ruins of a large stone castle. All that was left of it were the walls facing the road. It looked as if it had been grand, in its time. It was huge, though now it was covered in vines and grass. In the centuries since it was last occupied, it hadn’t quite melted back into the landscape. When I saw it, I felt my heart swell with pride and longing.

We saw the lights in the ruins, heard the echoes of the intruders’ voices, and I took to the skies as our car carried on, through the entrance of the castle. Down I swooped. We had been taught, centuries ago, that the best way to cause mayhem and fear in the masses was to attack from the air, and I relished the wind flowing through my feathers as I fell towards an unsuspecting intruder.

They didn’t stay unsuspecting for long. I drug the first one up with me, screaming, then let him fall back to the earth. He hit with a wet thud. The others screamed. Oddly, none drew weapons, but the bloodlust was upon me, and I swooped after a second one, using my claws to rake her neck so I could drink some of her blood as we ascended. I heard growling and snapping from below as my driver returned to his natural form and leaped into the fray.

It didn’t take long before we, my brother, my driver and I, stood before the last two survivors of the archeological party sent to study my old home.

“It only takes one to sow chaos, my lord.” The large mastiff’s jaws didn’t move, he didn’t didn’t speak out loud, but in my head. I nodded at my driver.

“True, but which one?” I sifted through their memories, startled at the passage of time since my last wakening. “The heiress or the assistant?”

“The assistant, most definitely. Too many people might listen to the heiress.” My brother grinned, and he looked as gruesome as I, covered in the blood of the archeologists.

I nodded. “Very well, quickly,” and I gestured for him to do the deed.

I did, after all, have a town to visit soon.


 
 
The Raven's Desk
29 September 2014 @ 06:55 pm
You've probably (or not) noticed that I've changed the focus of this blog again. I don't play video games much anymore and I have a few ideas for some original writing that I would like a place to post. 


This blog will be mostly mirrored over at http://ravensson.tumblr.com if you're of the Tumblr persuasion. Posting can be delayed over on Tumblr, as I do not have Tumblr access at work.


Right now, I'm working on some horror short stories for October. Hoping to post semi-regularly at least until after October.


I may do something for NaNoWriMo, I haven't decided yet. I have a longer novel planned out, but I don't know if I have the free time. I may do something like world-building and character-building during that time.