Selendrile`s Tales

It is night. The moon has risen long ago--you travel through the dark, haunting, unfamiliar forest, fearing that you will never find your way home...and just when it seems all hope is lost...you see a flickering flame, a camp. A young girl sits beside the fire, and she looks up at your approach, smiling in a friendly way.

"Welcome to the Shadowglade Woods...are you a traveler? Have you gotten lost on your way? Don`t fear the darkness...you can rest here `till the sun returns tomorrow. And while you wait for the morning to come...would you like to hear a story?"
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^^ Welcome to my blog! I`m Selendrile, or just plain Selen, Draiky-chan if you must. XD Here`s where I`ll be posting the stories I write--if you have a deviantART account, you can see `em at xxzenithxx.deviantart.com. Sometime`s I`ll post a video, maybe a short story, whatever strikes the mood. Have fun reading~♪

Created By draikfire

Rush of Wind

{{Note: Yush, I AM just writing this to prove a point. XD This is how we roleplay Kiriia, Ari-neechan...^^ For those of you who are and will be confuzzled, Kiriia is my main roleplay character, a demoness and a +Anima.}}

The playful wind blew through my dark, chocolate-brown-shaded locks, teasing at the hem of my long, white cloak that I wore in all seasons. I dangled my legs over the side of the cliff on which I sat, my light, honey-colored eyes focused on the deep forest below. I judged the distance to be somewhat over forty or fifty feet, but it wouldn`t bother me.

Standing, I brushed the dust off my light-hued clothes, all in shades of sky-blue and varying degrees of white. Fearlessly, I placed a foot on the edge of the cliff, the other following...and simply stepped into empty, open air.

I did not fall. Long, sleek, wind-tapered falcon`s wings spread to each side, the feathers predominantly creamy white with highlights of ice blue, the same feathers that layered over the slightly tanned skin on my arms. The wide wings caught an air current that would have allowed me glide to the forest floor below...but of course, that was no fun. Beating my wings with wide strokes, I rose to a higher warm thermal, then locked my wings to my sides and dove to earth.

The wind was exhilarating, the rush of adrenaline spectacular--I closed my eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of what had been a slight breeze, but what was now a strong wind that whipped my long hair back from my face. Snapping my eyes back open and concentrating fiercely, I spread my falcon`s wings a moment before hitting the ground, landing in a crouch.

I straightened up, the wings and arm feather melting away as if they had never been, vanishing to leave no trace but the black spiral-and-star patterns on each shoulder.

"Showing off again, Kiri?"

A familiar voice caught in my ears, and I turned swiftly, grinning, to face the tall, white-haired, blue-eyed figure of my older brother, Solan Fallensky. "Sol-niisan!" I sang, smiling broadly as I greeted him. "I didn`t know anyone was watching," I went on, looking a little embarrassed--I wasn`t usually one for showing my falcon +Anima in front of others.

He didn`t laugh--he never did. But the slight smile on his otherwise expressionless face and his soft voice was enough for me. "I like that. You`re cute when you`re embarrassed..."

He didn`t get to finish. I pretended to punch him in the arm, laughing. "Sol-nii..."
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It was about then that I woke.

Woke from a dream of a memory...of him...Solan-nii.

I sat up from underneath the oak tree I`d fallen asleep, gritting my teeth together in a hopeless effort not to cry as I realized the truth again...it had only been a dream. I would never speak to him again, never see that smile...

I clutched my forearms with shaking hands, leaning against the unsympathetic, cold support of the tree. Only...a dream. My brother was gone...gone, away from here....away from me.

I remembered the last time I`d seen him, vivid blue eyes filled with shock, then despair, as he realized he wouldn`t make it...as he realized there was no way he could escape from our old, dying world. As the old world collapsed, taking him with it. As I reached out, fingers grasping for a hand that I`d only missed by a hairsbreadth...

"...Niichan..."

And I cried, alone, in the lightening forest, watching a sunrise that held no warmth nor promise of a new beginning for me.

Solan was dead.

So....about my anime obsession...

Yeah...XD I`m rather new to anime, just started a year or two ago, but currently I have an EPIC obsession with GetBackers. More specifically, Ban-sama. XD Suuu, for my poor obsession, here is epic beast mode: Ban-sama style. ^^ I apologize in advance, kays.....it`s English Dub. *epicfaildiestwitchtwichspazzburiesself*

High School Daze :: Chapter One

"–lan! Solan! Hey, bro, hurry and get ready, or we`re gonna be late. You planning on skipping so soon? It`s the first day, for the love of–"

Solan Skye placed a pillow firmly over his head, blocking out his roommate`s voice, his ice-white hair tousled from sleep and his sky-blue eyes decidedly shut. "You don`t have...any....right to talk..." he mumbled sleepily, not quite ready to face the world just yet. Not that he had any choice in the matter, as his bed mattress was unceremoniously tipped dangerously to the right, causing the half-asleep eighteen-year-old to fall painfully to the hardwood floor of his dorm.

"Get up already, idiot." Aeris, the roommate in question, threw the words over his shoulder as he dropped the mattress back on the bed, walking over to the dresser to find something to wear.

Disentangling himself from the warm blankets and dumping them back onto the bed, Solan thought wistfully of a world where he might be allowed to sleep past seven in the morning, dragging himself to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he`d washed his face and walked back into the main room, Aeris was already dressed in the dark blue-and-silver school uniform, the top two buttons of the shirt unused and the jacket unbuttoned, the white tie the male students normally wore loose around his neck.

Solan shot him a resentful look, pulling his own uniform out of the dresser they shared, leaving the tie untouched as he usually did, and only fastening the three middle buttons on the shirt, leaving the jacket loose as Aeris` was. Last of all, he tugged a black leather dog collar around his neck, making sure that the three earrings he wore in each ear hadn`t come away while he was asleep.

"Finally," Aeris commented, running a hand through his straight black hair, the red streaks catching the light, and walking out the door, headed for the student parking lot outside the dorms. Solan wondered vaguely whether Aeris dyed his hair, but then he figured he really didn`t have any right to ask, even though the pale shade of his tousled hair was natural.

Aeris Night, a senior like Solan, was a mystery to the white-haired teen–he`d moved into the area about a little less than a year ago and the two had shared a dorm ever since. Despite being roommates for so long, Solan`d never found out much about his life before he moved, and the first time he`d met him, Aeris had been moody and defensive, always wary of others, like a wild animal that had encountered people for the first time. He had gradually warmed up towards other people, but his attitude had never left him–in junior year, he`d skipped school once in a while, sat in the back of the class, and argued more than once with the teachers. How he beat almost everyone in the class at grades except Solan and a few others, however, was even more of a mystery–he preferred to sit away from others.

Aeris was already getting into his glossy black 350 Z when Solan caught up, getting into the passenger side. "Fifteen minutes to the bell," he muttered. Aeris met his observation with a challenging grin, started the sports car, put it into drive, and punched the gas pedal mercilessly. Solan gave his faint version of a smile, not bothering to watch as the speedometer’s needle climbed slowly towards eighty, and promptly fell asleep.

He woke up roughly five minutes later when Aeris pulled into a free parking space with his usual delicacy. "We here already?" he muttered, getting out and yawning, rumpling his already-tousled white hair with his free hand; his other held his schoolbag. "All right, Homeroom first, right?" he asked, remembering the routine on the first day of every year. "We’ll get our schedules, and then first period," he finished, leading the way towards the school.

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As usual, Solan and Aeris were in the same homeroom. Aeris sat predictably in the last seat, in the last row, and Solan was right next to him, a row ahead, in the seat closest to the teachers` desk...sleeping. Also predictably.

Aeris tilted his chair back, arms folded behind his head, as the other students slowly trickled in. Amazingly, they’d been early–Aeris` driving skill never paid attention to speed limits. Solan slowly opened his eyes, resigned to suffer through the rest of the morning awake. He turned incuriously to the other students as they took their seats, nervous on the first day of school and sticking together, as if loners would be attacked.

A group of girls sat in four desks close to Aeris and the white-haired observer, giggling about something Solan for the life of him couldn’t and didn’t want to understand. Unconcerned, he turned back to the front, deciding to ignore them. The words `Mr. Pierce` were chalked across the left side of the board in neat printing. The teacher himself walked in last, shooting a dirty look at Solan and Aeris, glaring at some other student across the room. The class fell silent at once–Mr. Pierce had dark brown hair, and wore a suit and tie, looking to be the type of teacher that every student dreaded to have, the disciplinarian that wrote office referrals for any minor disruption.

He stood at the desk in the middle of the front end of the room, laying a few official-looking files down on the polished wooden surface. He said something that sounded stern in a voice that was as strict as his appearance, but Solan zoned out during the speech, staring out the window until the girl in front of him passed back two schedules, turning halfway in her desk and dropping them quickly in front of him, swiftly facing forwards again as if any contact would electrocute her. Slightly lost as to her actions, Solan took the one bearing his name in bold letters at the top and handing Aeris the other after glancing at both.

SOLAN SKYE

12th grade

First Period English IV AP

Second Period Art III

Third Period History AP

Fourth Period Biology II AP

A LUNCH

Fifth Period Calculus AP

Sixth Period Fencing

Seventh Period Off Campus

AERIS NIGHT

12th grade

First Period Calculus AP

Second Period History AP

Third Period English IV AP

Fourth Period Biology II AP

A LUNCH

Fifth Period Range

Sixth Period Fencing

Seventh Period Off Campus

Aeris leaned forwards to take a look at Solan`s classes, stifling a grin. "You’re taking Art again, bro? I wouldn’t be caught dead in that class," he commented, going on before Solan had a chance to reply. "Looks like we have Fencing together…and Bio, and the same lunch for once. Sweet. Hey, I got Range too…"

Solan shrugged. "The reactions’ll be priceless," he muttered back, half-turning around in his seat. "I’m gonna say it now—I pity the poor teacher in your fifth period…Well, shoot. You got all AP too? You’d think they wouldn’t let you into honors classes with your attendance record," Solan observed. Aeris smirked, probably about to throw back some smart comment when there was a whistling sound through the air and a pink blur. Solan ducked automatically, and Aeris half-raised a hand almost lazily, catching the eraser thrown by the teacher squarely in his palm. "Yo, `sup, teach?" he said loudly, his grin broadening as he saw Mr. Pierce’s flustered look.

"Detention, Mr. Night, and I want to see you after class. You and your friend, Mr. Skye," the teacher snapped out, recovering himself as muffled laughter ran through the class, most of them turning half-curious, half-amazed glances at Aeris. "And an office referral for anyone else who talks," Mr. Pierce went on, pushing his severe spectacles up the bridge of his nose and glaring viciously at the senior’s unfazed attitude.

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After homeroom, in the bustle of students panicking over trying to find their first period and hurrying out of the door, the two walked up to the teacher’s desk, Solan deadpan as usual, Aeris looking as if he were trying not to grin. Mr. Pierce was silent for a while, probably trying to scare them into good behavior as he was obviously used to. After a quiet moment, probably having decided that his usual methods weren`t working, he raised his glare to the two waiting there, standing and speaking in a low, tight voice.

"This is a very great disappointment, Mr. Night. The first day of school, and you have detention already. You know we expect the best from our seniors at this school," he ranted, pausing for breath. "And as for your hair color, Mr. Skye, it is distracting to the other students and hindering them from learning. The dress code clearly does not allow bleaching your hair, not to mention those gaudy earrings and that dog collar, Mr. Skye, or have you not bothered to read it in your three years here?" the homeroom teacher demanded, staring daggers at Solan, who couldn’t have looked more bored.

"With all due respect, sir," he said, ignoring the second accusation and sounding as if he couldn’t have been ruder, "It’s my natural color. If you want to give me hell for it, check my birth certificate or something first, will you?" At these words, Mr. Pierce glowered dangerously, Aeris turning his head away so the teacher wouldn’t see him biting back a laugh. "Detention for you too, Mr. Skye, and you can both expect to see me after class on Wednesday; in any way is that unclear!?" Aeris shook his head, not trusting himself to speak, and Solan nodded, "No, sir. We’ll be there, sir," but his voice had a mocking edge to it that the teacher missed.

They were dismissed, and as soon as they were in the corridor, Aeris started laughing, tucking the eraser still in his hand into his pocket. Solan merely heaved a sigh, heading in the other direction to go to English. Somehow, he still made it before the bell, taking the only open seat left, beside a girl whose hair was so blond it looked white. She smiled at him as he sat down, Solan inclining his head to acknowledge her.

The teacher for that period, Ms. Herra, wasn`t there yet, so most of the class was gossiping excitedly. Ignoring them all, Solan took a slim black volume titled Dontomaani Delusion out of his bookbag, flipping to the first page of the manga when the girl next to him spoke. "So, Mr. Skye, that was some show back there," she smirked. Apparently, she`d had the same homeroom. Not looking up from the manga he was reading, he corrected her automatically, "The name`s Solan. What do you want?"

"Ooooh, scary," she smirked. "I just wanted to say hello. Pierce is real stuck-up about that kind of stuff. By the way, who was your yummy-looking friend? The one that looks like a gang mem--"

Solan rolled his eyes. "Oh, the idiot. Yeah, that`s Aeris Night. Why?" he asked, his icy gaze sliding over to look at her.

"Oh, no reason," she smiled sweetly, grinning at something Solan didn`t want to know. "The name`s Remeira Singer, by the way. Nice to meet ya."

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