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Moccasin - Chapter 2 Waitwaitwait Aster. Wait now. You know I have a life, right? I have parent's that worry about me just like you, I have friends just like you and I have troub- problems right now. I have to go back home I thought quickly, and sympathy showed in Aster's face.
The names Julia, I like Jules though.
"Look, Miss Jules, I wish you could go home to see your family and tell them you were okay. But, we can't risk you telling people like you about us." Aster wiped a tear away from her face when I raise d my hands to my face and sighed loudly.
Please don't cry Aster. Could, could you and your mother please let me have a moment alone for right now to collect myself?
"Of course. Mama" Aster started, and grabbed her mothers hand and led her outside of the small hut like house. I closed my eyes and pinched myself. Just a dream I convinced myself. I opened my eyes, and b
Moccasin - Chapter 1 I was still dizzy when I came back. I groaned in agony and I felt as though I was being carried. I opened my eyes in slits, and I was being carried. Someone was running with me in the woods, dodging trees and trying to keep me dry under the pouring rain. It had become very cold and I was shivering. I noticed I was basically nude except for the ripped pants towards my pelvic and a torn shirt up to my chest. I noticed many scratches on my stomach, and seeing the blood made me sick. I brought my hand slowly towards my face, trying to see where the scar was on my face. I winced in pain as I touched the swollen gash, and the person carrying me looked down at me. He was younger than me, probably just a few years younger. His small hazel eyes were breath taking; literally. I gasped every now and then while he ran me to where ever. He had really shaggy black hair, and his skin was tan. By now the rain was starting to go away, and fog was setting in, yet the cold air was still taki
Prologue - Moccasin Utter Silence.
Serenity surrounded me as I looked towards the large valley spread beneath me. I heard a distant rumble of thunder. I snapped a few photos of the tall trees and took a deep breath. The mountain air filled my lungs, the fresh scent I was sure I would never forget. I put my camera back in my hiking bag and continued up towards the mountain. My father and I used to come to this mountain every day of his free weekends from the office. I loved it so much and had promised him I wouldn't show it to anyone else. Not until I met Bruce at least. I remembered coming here with Bruce when we were still together. The remembrance of his name made me shutter. The alcoholic ex-boyfriend of mine that I had dumped because he preferred a six pack over me. I bet he was drunk when I came with him to hike, because I had to keep guiding him through even the simplest of rocks that anyone of any intelligence could climb. I quickly dumped him afterwards, maybe about a wee
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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