|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
ImposterPale lightning flickered above, casting huge black silhouettes against the mist. The swirling, groping arms of unnatural fog drew in from all sides, suffocating and leeching. Overhead a horrible screech sounded again, shattering hope, rending courage; its bellowing fury bespeaking vengeance.
The cry of a dragon. The Dragon.
Alduin’s roar froze even the hearts of those long dead, and commanded the heavens of the realm of immortals. His challenge was a scoffing boom that quaked sky and mountain, made little stones trickle from the towering statues perched, heads eternally bowed, high around all of Sovngarde.
Even the Divines’ auroral paintings refused to smile, and the sky unfurled itself into all-devouring, black wings of dead.
Today the world would end and Sovngarde with it. Today the World-Eater would wreak his vengeance, and his blood-curding roar heralded doom, chilling the blood of every mortal that heard.
All but one.
She wiped her sweaty hand on her leather-clad thigh
Saga of Vaenomar: Chapter 9Whatever the word 'Deeps' translated to in Westron, Vaenomar was relieved to find it only meant dungeon in the Dwarvish concept. Soon, however, her relief was turned to stone-cold fear. She was quite literally thrown through an iron barred door onto the damp stone floor of the mountain. The gate clanged shut, locked and she was left in utter darkness. It had all happened so fast she could scarcely make sense of things. The coming hours of dark solitude she would face in this frigid mountain core would allow for plenty of thinking; too much, most likely. As her eyes accustomed themselves to the darkness, she noticed a faint glint of blue light in the distance. The sun, somehow, managed to make its way in here, even under these depths of stone. She wrapped her arms around her knees in a corner and leaned her bruised face on the bars, listening to the echoes of the far off drips. How long would they leave her there? What would they do to her after? Would they feed her? Or would the rats t
A First MeetingCold stone, cold wind, and cold people made up the city of Windhelm. You didn’t even think twice about the name- it just fit.
Three years had passed since she’d tumbled off the long ship covered with colourful shields and salt, and its captain with a funny name had shaken her hand and wished her luck.
Her life, though short so far by comparison to most, was made up of chances. Some taken herself, some taken for her.
But she was strong. Ten years old, tall as a teenager, strong as an orc-lass, or so Kodlak told her. And it was all thanks to him, she would remind herself, for had he not spotted a lost pup gazing in wonder at the great gates of this same city? Had he not taken her under his wing and given her a home? She had food, a bed, warmth, and, well, friends. The twins were close to her age and almost as ornery pranksters as she, but not half as clever. Especially Farky. Aela said Vilkas teased her because he like her. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of it. Grown-up
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More