This deviant's full pageview
graph is unavailable.
Last Visit: 60 weeks ago
This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The bottom has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get Core Membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get Core Membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
I run into the thick dense woods. My bare feet stabbed with every prick and needle of the pine, I ignore it. The only thing that matters is the one whos life is cradeled in my arms. Her young face reflects the overcast of the shadow of the trees. My lungs burn, they feeling like fire is inside them traveling everywhere in my body. The shouts, the yells, the taunts, all coming at us with force. I know I can't run forever, I know she can't live forever. Her weight weighs me down closer and closer to the ground untill I drop. Crawling up into a ball to protect her fragile body. The monsters come closer, untill I can see them. I slide her next to a tree in my sight. Protect her, I think. "Sacrifice!" I scream, running towards the monsters. I draw out my sword slicing and stabbing at them. Some die, some collapse in pain. One creature, tall and masculine with black,thick fur on his head. His iron armor shines with the peek of sunlight. The wound bleeds with pain making my felsh sensitive with every move. I fall to my knees but catch myself. I look over to the tree. She is held up in the monster's large hands. "Sacrifice!" I scream agian and I run towards it charging both force and energy. I kick hardly at the creature making him drop her. Then, almost like... everything has slowed down I make the oppertunity and swing my sword at it. She,sacrifice, is dead. The monster's expression in his face is shocked. His pupils dialated, face red. "Sacrifice, she is gone know." I say with a grin. " You are distruction," the monster says. " you are the evil that feeds off death and dispare." "I am not the villian, I am not evil. I am..." The lights go out and I fall.
This is my first journal, I hope you like. Think to yourself who was evil? And who Sacrificed?