Ruby’s Comments (group member since Jul 26, 2014)

Ruby’s comments from the Write, Wrote, Written group.

Thanks! Do you have any suggestions for names of the two characters? I'm really struggling on the black wolf right now XD

Thanks!

Thanks!!

Thanks so much!


And I'm so sorry ppl! I didn't mean to put it here I'm gonna move it!

Name: Leda/Lyra/Luna (still thinking, which do you guys think?)
Gender: female
Appearance: Fur whitest of white, blue eyes, again, perfectly white fur with no hints of gray or black, claws are gray, however.
Personality:
Pack: Black Pack

Name: Marek (still not sure though)
Gender: male
Appearance: Fur darker than shadows, blue eyes, gray claws.
Personality:
Pack: White Pack


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Nice!

O.O This is really good!!! The feeling, it's really expressing itself, and I just love the....All of it!! It's amazing! :):):):):)

Thanks! (again :) )

Love it!!!

XD Thx Kamiko


Ravanna: Thanks!!!!!!!!!! I dunno, I just found the image online as I was looking for something completely random, and I was like - Oooh! That'd make a cool story! XD but yeah thanks so much! I love getting inspiration from pictures, I really want to like find a whole book just of these epic pics for writing prompts and stuffs, but I can't seem to find one...I don't think they exist...they should tho :)

A story I wrote for school Summer homework: :) (inspiration from a pic) Here

This is a piece of writing I had to do for school, and it was inspired by the following pic. Hope you like! :)



As the sun set over the water, giving it a ghostly - yet somehow comforting - pinkish glow, I pulled my knees up to my chest and just sat there, breathing quietly. It was so peaceful here. When I came here I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed, and it would be only me and the water, the water and me.

In the distance, a flock of birds suddenly spiraled into the air, chirping and singing to the sky as they flew. I watched them grow smaller, smaller, over the horizon, and brushed a loose strand of hair from my face. Finally, the birds were gone, and the sun was dipping even lower into the water. The pine trees in the distance were black as shadows, and I could see each one’s outline perfectly against the pink sky.

I looked down at the water. It was rippling invitingly, drawing me, laughing at me. It wanted me to dance with it. I stared down at it for a minute or two, watching the ripples fade, then new ones form and bounce back, pink sky reflecting off its surface. I reached down and fingered a smooth, gray rock in my hand. I looked at it for another minute, drinking in its smooth skin, beautiful colors interlaced throughout itself, grays and whites and blacks, all different shades of one and the same color.

All colors were the same to me. They all were only different shades and hues of one greater, even more beautiful color than them all. No words could explain it, nor any pictures could truly capture its beauty. It had no name, it was simply The Color, to me. I liked to think that I was the only person alive who had the knowledge to finally discover it, discover it and bring it into existence.

After turning the rock over one last time in my hand, I looked out onto the water and threw it. It made a long, elegant arc before breaking the water’s surface, and when it did, it didn’t even make a ripple. Not a droplet out of place. The water was still as laughing and dancing in its place, but now it could reach my bare toes and lap the sand around them. The water was warm. I smiled, then stood.

I walked slowly back and forth along with water’s edge, thinking. Soon, I found myself up to my ankles in the warm water, without any recollection of having stepped closer or waded in. But I didn’t mind. I now knew. This time I was fully aware of myself wading in, up to my calves, soon my knees. I could feel the smooth pebbles beneath my feet, feeling soft and comforting as I walked on. I kept going, but somehow the water never seemed to go up past my knees, no matter how far I walked.

I liked that. It didn’t seem logical to my mind, but I didn’t care. I stopped soon, and threw back my head, up into the colorful sky. I closed my eyes, drinking in the light, the sound, the beauty. I stood there for some time, not doing anything, just watching the dying light from behind my eyelids.

I opened them at some point, and there, right above me, was a large bunch of colored balloons. I looked up at them, thinking. I looked out over the water, all the way to the pink and orange sun, which was nearly completely hidden beneath the water’s surface now. The sky was still pink, however, the water even more so.

I looked back up to the balloons, just floating there, not going anywhere, not seeming to even want to. Slowly, thoughtfully, I reached my arm up, and grabbed hold of the balloons’ strings. They felt nice in my palm, as if they had always been waiting to be there. I gave a sigh of relief - or was it satisfaction? But no, it didn’t matter. All that mattered to me now was the exciting sensation of my feet breaking the surface of the water.

They were floating away now, with me hanging on. But I didn’t care. I was finally ready.

F ur the color of the night,
The deepest, darkest night,
Fur the color of the moon's bright light,
A brilliant, beautiful, bright white light.

T wo tribes shall war,
From night until day,
Two tribes shall hate,
What the other has to say.

T his will last,
'Til the forests are gone,
Unless two odd cubs,
The brightest night born on.

O f the tribe of darkest blue,
Is born one cub of brightest hue,
Of the tribe of brightest hue,
Is born one cub of darkest blue.

E ach odd cub shall speak at last,
Each odd cub shall show the way,
Both must help,
The other's pack,
Both must die,
For the other's back.

Ƭнєяє ωєяє σηcє тωσ тяιвєѕ. Oηє нα∂ ƒυя тнє cσℓσя σƒ тнє ∂αякєѕт ηιgнт, тнє σтнєя ωιтн тнє ραℓєѕт мσση. Ƭσgєтнєя тнєу ωσυℓ∂ нανє вєєη ιη∂єѕтяυcтιвℓє, вυт αƒтєя σηє мιѕтαкє, тнєу ƒєℓℓ тσ ωαяяιηg. Ƭнє ωαяѕ нανє ℓσηg ραѕт вєтωєєη тнє ωσℓνєѕ σƒ тнє ηιgнт αη∂ тнє ωσℓνєѕ σƒ тнє мσση...вυт ѕтιℓℓ ℓιєѕ ιη єνєяу мємσяу ωнαт тнє σтнєя ∂ι∂ тσ тнєιя тяιвє, αη∂ ѕтιℓℓ нαтє ƒєѕтєяѕ ιη ∂єєρ, ∂αяк cσяηєяѕ. Ƭнєу ѕтιℓℓ нαтє єαcн σтнєя, вυт нανє αgяєє∂ тσ ѕтσρ тнє Ɯσℓƒ Ɯαяѕ, αѕ тσσ мαηу ℓινєѕ ωєяє ℓσѕт. Ɓυт ѕтιℓℓ...

Ƭωσ cυвѕ ѕнαℓℓ вє вσяη, σηє ωнσѕє ƒυя ιѕ тнє cσℓσя σƒ ∂єєρєѕт ∂αяк, тнє σтнєя тнє cσℓσя σƒ тнє мσση'ѕ вяιgнтєѕт αяc. Ƭнєу ѕнαℓℓ вє тнє Sтαяѕ' Ƥαιя, αη∂ тнєу ѕнαℓℓ вяιηg тнє тяιвєѕ тσgєтнєя αт ℓαѕт.

...ιƒ тнєу ∂αяє тσ тяу.

Oooooooh

I can't wait to see what the Snow Competition really is! Like what it is and and and -

YAY

Ooooooooooh really good!

Ah...okay!

Okay...but what's the purpose of the first pick?

Ohhhhhhh I love her name! This is really good I'm definitely going to be reading along!!!!! :D :D :D


I'm just a little confused on how they pick the names...are two names picked by each kingdom, the first not used and the second used or something?