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The needThe need to wait
The need to calibrate
The need to anticipate
Don't you see?
You cannot rush me.
Perhaps I'm not a delicate flower
Perhaps I'm a little bit more sour
I've always being a fighter.
Not a lover.
So let me embrace my need to wait.
To calibrate and anticipate.
To get used to the idea.
To become comfortable in the area.
I don't want to drown
I don't want to become bound.
I don't want to lose control
please don't take my control.
Goodbye my darlingMy darling,
I write to you in the hope that you are well
That health and happiness rules your life
And that nothing has let you down.
I wish I could say the same about myself
I’ve waited until now
Until the peak of my strife
Until I’ve being kicked out of town
I wish I didn’t have to say this about myself
For you see I have being dealt a foul
I am not tough
I feel like if I let go I’ll drown
I cannot save myself
Keep strong for they will hunt you down
They will tear and rip and shred
And only then will they begin
There’s nothing I can say to save or help you
For we are the same down our very frown
They scream for our blood that is just as red
They say we are different despite what they are seeing
My darling all I think about is you
I hope it is the same for you.
I fear for our love that is so outcast and judged
I hope our positions will never budge.
They are coming now,
I can hear the horses,
I can hear the automobiles,
I can hear the helicopters
I am so s
Travellers, part one chapter fiveTeara looked back and her head cocked to the side, Seth was lying on the ground and knocked out cold. Only moment prior the aura that they had felt so strongly had disappeared and Seth’s steps and being silenced with his fall to the ground. She was shocked, had he become the next victim of this vicious monster? TG rushed towards the fallen protector yet before she could touch him she was thrown backwards by an invisible force. The area resounded with a grown that was so menacing that Teara was seriously contemplating abandoning this ‘righteous’ mission and leaving the land to its doom. This wasn’t her job was it? No her job was to travel, to run away from things when they got too serious. Her job was not to fight things, she wasn’t a fighter she was a witch.
Just like Seth tears were forming in her eyes and wetting her fur. The dead-looking wolf was lying ahead of her sobbing and his sadness was contagious. It made her dwell on her life, on how she was a w
Travelers, Part one chapter four“So why the guardian?” Teara asked as they walked slowly, they were walking towards the tree den but they had taken a different route, a winding route. Every few minutes or so they would stop and the purple and white wolf would sniff at a few things, study a rock or a tree or whatever she saw fit and then they would carry on. She walked like she knew the territory yet she sniffed and smelled like she didn’t.
“Well why do they call you the witch?” The guardian said off-handedly as she sniffed at a hole in the base of a tree that was most likely the den of some creature of another.
“Well because I’m a witch… but… you’re not a guardian. You haven’t protected us from anything?”
“I protected you from yourselves. That male would have killed you should you two have fought but surely you should know by now? This territory, it is not as peaceful as if seems” the guardian said with a smile and then she walked o
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