Alyx-MusicalNovice

When you were young and got hurt you ran to get a band-aide to close the wound. As you got older the band-aides grew larger as did your wounds. You do not run for them, you jog. As years go by we stop jogging to close the wound and let it bleed for a while until it becomes intolerable, only then do we bandage it closed. We soon stop jogging to fix our wounds. A trudging walk leads us to the box of bandages waiting to wrap our wounds tighter. The wounds fester, leaking everywhere by the time we think it intolerable. Except now the wounds cannot simply be bandaged tight, for they are too deep, too infected to be cleansed by a cloth wrap..

He looked at her and growled," A talking wolf is the least of your concern." The large wolf bared his teeth in annoyance moving to stand atop the boulder a few feet over her head sending marbled pebbles through the air onto her hooded head. The human dusted the offending granite off her long cloak without so much as a irritated scoff,"I do suggest you sheath that sword. The pack will not take kindly to a threat no matter how..small." His golden eyes narrowed cautiously watching the woman slide the weapon into its leather sheath choosing to keep a loose hand on the intricately gilded silver handle. "Better, human.", he grumbled lurching forwar

Nyx muttered in her sleep shifting on the couch. She had been staying up late to wait for Dustin to return. It had been days since she had seen him. Nyx grumbled tossing an arm off the side of the couch in her sleep. The shadows in the room became more prominent  gathering together to form a tall handsome man, Dustin. He smiled upon seeing his girlfriend asleep on the couch. Amusement turned to concern as his love gasped fearfully then shrieked swatting at the air in her not so peaceful nap. Instantly he was by her side pulling the sleeping masked girl into his arms. Gently he whispered."Nyx, darling, wake up." Untying the knot on the side o

I have no faction but I consider myself an Autobot. Wanting to do good instead of harm despite my..love of fighting. I still bear the symbol of the Decepticons cause I don't want to forget what they did to me while I was aboard the Nemisis. My past is so far away I can't even remember my days as a sparkling. I was always in the Decepticons as far as I know, always under Nightwish's wings,my so called 'protector'. Growing up the only femme in a place like that was harsh but it made me tough nearly ruthless. I learned early which mechs to stay away from and which mechs would offline me without a second thought. I've forgotten what compassion wa

Wednesday, May 14 I stared at the dingy yellow wall in my room laying on my bed curled up to a pillow. Having not slept all night I felt the long dried tears on my skin. Those thousands more tears I had shed in the past hour could do nothing to heal my broken heart. No amount of upbeat music could make me smile, make me laugh. It has been twenty-four hours since Optimus told me the news of Jazz's death. My beloved headphones lay quietly on the pillow beside my head.  A low sob escaped my own lips at the thought of my love. I would never again hear his laugh when one of us made a joke or listen to his voice call my name as he came into the h