|"To destroy me is to destroy Him. To destroy Him, is to end me."|
OutcastThe streets roared with excitement, the Prince had returned home. People flooded to the scene, every last one of them longing to see he who they had thought was lost to them. Asher, the crown prince rode at the fore-front of the little impromptu parade, followed closely by his long friend, Trayden. On his side was a fiery-haired young girl, one who nobody recognized, but obviously held enough merit to ride side by side with the prince. The people didnt seem to mind, though. Their prince was home, and the people were pleased.Outcast by ashoutinthedark
At least they were for now. A slender figure moved easily amongst the crowd, carefully navigating the jostling bodies, though his face held none of the joy the rest of the crowd displayed. His serious scowl went unnoticed by the thriving crowd, however, as did his lightning fast fingers. For a moment, he allowed himself a satisfied smirk before he ducked out of the crowd,
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I am a college graduate, holding an Associate's of Applied Science (focus: Interactive Design), an avid illustrator and hopeful writer. I can attest to a life of failure and achievement. One step forward frequenting two steps back. An optimistic pessimist. |
I aim to improve and one day be successful, and in the meantime enjoy the journey.