Status: Dead. Sorry.
Fanfictions:
Split Concerns: Not dead, just...terminally ill. o_O I'm still keeping it in the back of my mind...waaaaaaayyy back.
Stories: (on fictionpress)
Shade of Red Haze: Working on it. Sort of.
Art: liobit.deviantart.com ... link
About Me:
Liobit, or sometimes Lio Galadae. Latin pronounciation for that last bit, so it'd be Gal-add-eye.
More About Me:
I swim, play cello, read so much it hurts my head (have you ever read that much? 'cause it's a lot.), daydream too much about my novel without finding the patience to write any of it down, sometimes write poetry, am philosophic, am not spiritual but believe in some supernatral stuff, love the rain...my favorite time of day is dusk...
I'm a sophomore in a prep high school that's favorite means of killing its students isn't social rejection, snotty upperclassman, cliques, or teachers you can't live with, but homework. Want to know anything else? Want to bug me about my stories? Want to talk to someone because you're bored? Email me! I love emails! (And I'll try not to take seven months to reply. Sorry Dark Balance.)
I am waaaaaaaayy more active on my DA. Really.
Random Excerpt:
Too late! Too late—!
I fled forth, panting heavily with each desperate pace. My forelimbs flung themselves out in front of me with very little sense of position, pads suddenly beginning to bleed. Pebbles and gravel were shifted and spun after every wicked kick of my hind legs. Faster! Faster!
And the rain, oh, the beautiful rain! It buried its frozen knives into my skin, through the impossible thickness of my pitch fur. The wind gnawed mockingly on my ears and thrashed wildly about my legs like a love-struck porcupine. But I didn’t falter. Even when my sharp eyes failed to pick out through the murky blackness the twinkling lights of reassurance that I wished so hopelessly would never have stopped twinkling, I swallowed the lump of cold familiarity that bubbled in my throat.
My broad skull connected with the door. The door lost all contact with its long life friends, Mr. and Mrs. Hinge, and I felt no remorse. Water pooled on the dirty floor, mixing with something red. I stepped carefully over the broken metal in my path, trying to hold back tears of utter frustration yet failing to retain a sob. I was too late.
Please don’t let them be dead…
Out of nowhere, hot knives sunk into my back. My snarling head craned back in attempts to grasp my attacker at the throat as I was knocked clean off my paws. A sickening thud! met my ears when I twisted in midair to dislodge the ambusher. By some work of miracles I landed steadily on all four skidding paws, while the giant cat…
…didn’t. Oh no. It had landed so uncharacteristically clumsily on its head, dully snapping the neck. Even as the stomach-turning image met my widening eyes, an even more horrible picture began to take place. The tortured creature moved. First one limb, than another, it eventually found the unreal strength to rise from the sodden battlefield of a living room floor. A yelp clawed its way up my throat but couldn’t find its voice when it reached my gasping maw. I wanted so badly to turn and run, get out of there before an even worse terror appeared before my eyes, but my body stayed stock-still, motionless. With each unearthly crack its spine made as it crunched back together, lifting the furry head from its previous hanging position, it was closer to coming after me once more.
Then the cracking stopped. The head shook from side to side, tail curling delightedly about one hind leg. Bright, charming silver eyes looked me over, and suddenly I couldn’t feel my stomach anymore. It was Arrow.
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