Wednesday, April 19, 2017

 When other little girls wanted to be ballet dancers, I kind of wanted to be a vampire.

- Angelina Jolie


Still do

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Armand Corvuis Peredhil

 


Name: Armand Corvuis Peredhil

Nickname: Bright Wolf, Flyer

Species: Wolf/Elf/Wizard

Does he shift: Yes, Armand shifts into a pure white wolf

Powers: Fire manipulation, Caller (animals), wizarding powers, seeing the dead

About:

The youngest of the Triplets, Armand is the son of Rebecca Peredhil and Lucius Malfoy. He looks like his father in every way. White hair and grey of eye. Calm, Quiet, and very much aware of the world around him, he takes his time getting used to people much more so then his siblings. He is the soul of the group and helps out with his siblings by keeping a close eye on them. He is the one who gets Rheagal out of trouble and he is very much attached to his sister, Allya, as he would spend hours just doing things to make her laugh or smile. Such a caring little boy. He is the scholar, more fond of magic and learning then hunting or running around.

As he grows older, He will eventually head to Hogwarts where he will pass his O.W.L.S with flying colors and become an Auror. As he grows, he will have dreams that will leave him unable to sleep but for minuets at a time, as he can see and hear the dead, but this will help him, once he gets control of this 'gift', in his job as an Auror. He will be a very formidable wizard, and being half wolf will help him in whatever he decides to do or become. He much prefers to study, and is anxious to learn all he can about everything that catches his attention. Though skilled with bow and blade, he will never be as good as his siblings, and will lean more towards magic then weapons. He is also a "Caller". Meaning he can call animals and they will come to him, allowing him to touch or pet them. Because of this, he will lose interest in hunting or eating as the wolf, and only use it when he feels the need to.

For now, He is a very studious, quiet, shy, gentle little boy. He adores his siblings and follows Rheagal into his adventures and loves to make Allya smile. He is very smart and misses nothing around him.


Garrett Rheagal Peredhil

 

Rheagal (black wolf) and Armand (White wolf)

Name: Garrett Rheagal Peredhil

Nickname: Little Boss, Fiery Wolf

Called: Rheagal

Species: Elven/Wolf

Does he shift forms: Yes, he shifts into a solid black wolf

Powers: Fire manipulation, Wolf abilities

About:

Rheagal is the Firstborn son of Rebecca Peredhil and Thannor Blasmith. He looks like he is age 6, but is really only a year old. Wolf genetics make him and his siblings grow faster then normal. He is dark of hair and green of eye. He looks almost exactly like his father, but has his mothers eyes. He is the bold one. The fearless one of the triplets. He rushes right into things, often without thinking and it is up to his younger sibling to get him out of trouble. For all his bravery, he is slightly shy at times. He takes a while to warm up to people, but that doesn't stop him from rushing right up to them and 'challenging' them first thing. He is smart, able to recall things or memories at the drop of a hat. He likes to take charge out of three siblings and shows an aptitude for making things. He has a slight sense of humor and likes to pull practical jokes on his family members. 

His main focus as he grows older will be weapons training, for as he grows, he will focus that bravado and leadership instincts into the Guard and will rise to be one of its youngest Captains. His skill with the blade will be unmatched in all of Rivendell, and he will go on to train the new or young recruits that wish to join the Guard. He will be good with languages, and able to speak any tongue he studies with ease. Though he chooses the wolf form more now, he will use it less and less as the ideals of being 'human' are called for, except when his wolf abilities will be needed. He will travel many places, and meet many people but home will also be strong within him.

For now, he is a strong, brave, headstrong, opinionated young man who isn't afraid to speak his mind or to tell you what he is thinking. Who loves but in his own way, as he thinks emotions are 'yucky' as any toddler would. He is very careful and considerate of his sister, Allya and loves to make her smile. His brother, Armand and him usually cause the mischief, much to their sisters delight.





Monday, April 17, 2017

 


"But mom!" *Rheagals young voice called out when his mother told him it was almost time for bed.* "I don't WANT to go to bed!" *He stomped his foot, which made Rebecca want to grin but she remained firm. It was late, and her children had had a full day.*

Don't talk back, young man. It's bedtime, and with it, you will get a story if you behave. Come, help me put Armand and Allya to bed too. Momma could use her Little Mans help. *She appealed to the title he called himself. He was her helper, usually, and would do anything for his siblings, especially Allya, but as of right now, he was being stubborn, and actually growling at her in his pent up little anger. Usually, that would be cute, but not now. It was to late for such a bout of temper. For a moment, she thought he would refuse to help her until he sighed and walked past her in a huff*

"Fine, but I want a GOOD story!" *He said in his little way that made Rebeccas lips twist up in a smile as she followed him into the bedroom he shared with his siblings.*

A good story huh? *she tucked each one into their beds and kissed their foreheads, settling down in a nearby rocker.* What type of story then? Hmmm?

"An adventure!" *Shouted Rheagal*

"A story about us!" *Armand said softly but excitedly*

"A story with a happy ending..." Allya whispered softly.

*Rebecca took a moment to think and then nodded slightly.* Alright, I have just the one, but settle down in your beds and get comfy. *she said as she began to rock gently in the chair. When they all said they were ready, she sighed softly and began.*

Long time ago, when the world was new, there were three children who ran wild under the suns bright rays. Two Princes and a Princess. Their names were Argos, Rhinem, and Agazi. Beautiful and brave were they, and yet unhappy since their parents were gone most of the time to tend the Earth upon which they resided over.

Argos, the shy quiet one, could call any animal he desired to him, and make a friend.

Agazi, had control of the land and could make things grow and so beautiful.

and Rhimem, could control the elements. Make it rain or snow or hot to his hearts content.

For all their gifts, they were lonely and so set out across the sky to find a place to call their own. They met many people, and had many adventures, which I will tell you later, but know that in the end, they found the home, the place they belonged and became gods and goddess in their own right and ruled as good kings and queens in the sky.

*she paused and looked over at each of her children and smiled when she saw each were asleep. Standing, she kissed each one once more before leaving the room.* Good night my Angels. Mommy loves you.


Thursday, April 6, 2017

I am the wolf, that runs through the woods, over hill and yarn.

I am the ghost that lives in the hollers, trees and darns.

I am the wolf, with eyes of green, of teeth sharp for the bite,

I am the wolf filled with curiosity, but also malice and spite.

Look not to my eyes, least you see what you fear,

for I am the silent death!

Look not with your heart, if you have any fear,

for I will take your soul as I left.

I crave to be wild and free, forever always to roam,

but deep inside, I also crave, the warmth and comfort of home.

So glance not my way, when I pass by, listen not to the wailing of wolves.

It is not for you to roam in my world, unless you are brave and strong.

For here only darkness and shadows remain,

long after the ones loved are gone.

~~Written by ME!~~

 

Selek Virgil Trevers

To my enemies.

Do you want breath of life?

Come not to me!

I am your living strife!

I am the death of your destiny.

You who did me wrong

I do not forget.

It is not buried in song

But will live in your regret.

I will never help again,

No matter how deep your woe,

So sing a new refrain

And away you go!

I do poems like this often but I don't know if there is a market for them.

 

Rebecca Butler

That was really good and of course there is a market for them. I published the ones I wrote in rp.

https://www.createspace.com/

Is what I used and it's free and will send your book to outlets so it can be found too. Very simple and easy publishing and distributing all in one.

 

Selek Virgil Trevers

So many things are put into the 'I'll consider it later' file that I really should actually do something.

tomorrow maybe.

 

Rebecca Butler

I updated the link...got the right one. Lol I never would ha e published anything if not for my therapy groups in the veteran's hospital so I feel ya.