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Kataang - ComfortAang was distressed. He had been having many nightmares recently, but this was probably the worst out of all of them. He was watching himself in the Avatar State, but each time, his Avatar State self was determined to kill his real form in every way possible, and each time he was hit, he felt as though he were falling, landing somewhere completely different and being hit again, over and over.
Finally, he opened his eyes and jolted upwards, gasping for oxygen of which he was seemingly lacking in his dream. He panted heavily, trying to calm his nerves. He was alive, he was still breathing.
Perhaps some fresh air from above deck would be good.
The young boy silently jumped out of his hammock and made his way to the ladder, climbing up. He was halfway up when he heard Katara murmur his name, a tone of worry in her voice. He felt her watching him as he climbed, but he didn't care if she decided to follow or not.
Aang stood there with his hands clasped together on the rail of the boat, looki
Feelings - TLAAang:
It's wrong for me to be feeling this. I know it. And if the monks were still alive, they would have shaken their heads at me, disapproved. In fact, their spirits are probably still watching over me, and I know that's what they're doing at the moment.
But I can't help myself. I never thought this would ever be a problem to me, but even when my eyes were only halfway open and I was in that half-asleep-half-awake state when she rescued me from the icebergI just couldn't control the feelings slowly building up inside. She's beautiful and so kind to me, and even though she's technically not a master waterbender yet, I know she will be pretty soon here. I've never met anyone so perfect.
I just can't understand it, though. The monks warned me to never fall in love or have a family, because it's against the Avatar's duty. But my question is why? Why is it so bad? Even if I did get married or have family someday, that wouldn't distract me from what's important in the wor
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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