Razfahd walked the streets of the Merchant’s Ward of Whitegate. He wasn’t having any luck at finding information about General Scrye. It had appeared that since his retirement, Scrye vanished from existence. Razfahd sighed and stopped.
“This is hopeless…” grumbled Razfahd.
A Qiqirn merchant saw Razfahd and motioned him over. Razfahd looked around him, wondering if the Qiqirn wanted him.
“Jyes joo! Joo da one who ask about TaruTaru!” exclaimed the Qiqirn happily.
Razfahd walked over to the Qiqirn and looked the Qiqirn over.
“I give joo hint if joo give clink clink!~” the Qiqirn s
Razfahd walked down the hallway towards the private chambers of the Empress, the events of the night still swirling around in his head. Never in his worst nightmares did he imagine that the Beastman hordes would unite in a single assault upon Al Zahbi. The number of casualties was astronomical, as well as the number of prisoners.
"How do I to tell her what has happened… This is news even I am barely able to handle…" he said to himself as he picked up his pace.
Razfahd opened the door to the chamber and walked in. It was a quiet and intimate room. There was a regal bed across from him, the curtains drawn around it. The smell of incense loome
It had been several hours since Holocaust left the outpost. His canteen was getting dangerously empty and in his rush he had forgotten to grab rations. He was beginning to regret not stopping in Primm or Goodsprings. Holocaust could see Red Rock in the distance.
"Almost there Christ it was a long walk, I hope they are still alive " said Holocaust.
Holocaust continued to push forward reaching the entrance to the canyon. He could see black smoke billowing into the sky. A look of terror grew on his face.
"Damn it! It can't be!" exclaimed Holocaust.
He ran as fast as he could towards the tower of smoke that was filling the air
It was Holocaust's first day as a NCR soldier. He had just arrived at the Mojave Outpost. Sergeant Kilborn had told him to go to the headquarters to meet with Ranger Jackson. He quickly found the building and went inside. Major Knight was waiting for him at the front desk.
"Ah you must be Private Brown." said Major Knight.
"Please, Private Holocaust would be better " said Holocaust.
Major Knight typed something into his terminal.
"There it's now official, you shall be further known as Private Holocaust. That also works for my logbook as well. Ranger Jackson is in the room down the hall, last door on the left." said Major Knight.
Holocaust awoke in an infirmary bed. His eye was covered in bandages as well as a few other minor wounds, his arm was also in a sling. He quickly sat up, accidentally opening the stitches in his stomach. His let out a cry of pain. A woman appeared above him. She had long red hair that was tied back into a bun and emerald green eyes. A red cross armband was fastened around her left arm.
"Damn it you need to be careful " muttered the Medic.
She went to work at restitching his wound. After finishing her work, she walked out of the room.
"You were heavily injured when we found you. You're lucky that I sent my men out to find out what h
I'm losing the ability to be happy
Nothing this past month has made me happy
Nothing everything brings me sadness
I've begun to realize when I'm happy
Everyone suffers
And when everyone is happy
I must suffer
Why can't anyone allow me my happiness
Why must they have the urge to destroy it and make me suffer
This is a cruel world
Everyone deserves to die
First I lose my friends
Then I lose the one I love
I've already lost myself
WHAT MORE DO YOU PEOPLE WANT!
The reason for my existence seems to just make others happy but to never have
God, are you there? God, are you listening?
Can't you see my suffering?
Why do you let me suffer so much?
Why can't I be allowed happiness?
Why can't I be allowed to love?
Why can't you let the people I love be happy?
I hate you!
I despise you!
Fine you got what you wanted
This is the end for me
I've lost everything....
You've won you heartless bastard
I can hear your heart beating. Every moment, another whisper of inspiration. It calls to my soul. That heartbeat as I lay my head upon your chest. My battle has been long and hard, and hearing it brings a restless soul to a eternal slumber. Oh how I wish, in this final moment, I could tell you how I felt, but alas it is too late, death comes swiftly .
I say it silently in my head. As the words are unable to come out of my mouth.
I love you .
I always have loved you
That smile that half assed smile Even though I say I hated it every time I saw it . My heart skipped a beat .
Your kind
Razfahd walked the streets of the Merchant’s Ward of Whitegate. He wasn’t having any luck at finding information about General Scrye. It had appeared that since his retirement, Scrye vanished from existence. Razfahd sighed and stopped.
“This is hopeless…” grumbled Razfahd.
A Qiqirn merchant saw Razfahd and motioned him over. Razfahd looked around him, wondering if the Qiqirn wanted him.
“Jyes joo! Joo da one who ask about TaruTaru!” exclaimed the Qiqirn happily.
Razfahd walked over to the Qiqirn and looked the Qiqirn over.
“I give joo hint if joo give clink clink!~” the Qiqirn s
Razfahd walked down the hallway towards the private chambers of the Empress, the events of the night still swirling around in his head. Never in his worst nightmares did he imagine that the Beastman hordes would unite in a single assault upon Al Zahbi. The number of casualties was astronomical, as well as the number of prisoners.
"How do I to tell her what has happened… This is news even I am barely able to handle…" he said to himself as he picked up his pace.
Razfahd opened the door to the chamber and walked in. It was a quiet and intimate room. There was a regal bed across from him, the curtains drawn around it. The smell of incense loome
So today I begin working on the beginning of my fan fiction. Please stay tuned for the first chapter, its already written but I am doing some revisions before I post it.
All characters and locations are property of Final Fantasy XI and Square Enix, Original Characters owned by several good players of the game.
I've decided to make this account about my passion of fanfiction writing. I will take requests as I continue my own FFXI piece. Please keep yourself posted.
Oh, also, any anime/game is within reason of a request, I have a vast knowledge of both.
So I will be doing a photoshoot in the near future, decided to get out of my slump. My new model is Padrona Rosa. She is a bit of a gothic type girl so I am going to have a different kind of model this time around. I can't wait to get back to doing some photography.