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Contemplative Identity

The kitsune sat herself down in midair, six tails swishing behind and below her, and looked at the mask in her hands. It was carved, though it was hard to say if it was wood or something else—it had properties of wood, shell, ceramic, even metal, but wasn’t quite like any of them either. It was an artistic rendition of a fox face, at once both very different and very similar to the face of the one who held it. It was, after all, her face now. Kitsune, as beings of magic, had their own long standing traditions and culture, and since kitsune were practically immortal, those cultures and traditions had lasted for thousands of

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Literature

Contemplative Identity

The kitsune sat herself down in midair, six tails swishing behind and below her, and looked at the mask in her hands. It was carved, though it was hard to say if it was wood or something else—it had properties of wood, shell, ceramic, even metal, but wasn’t quite like any of them either. It was an artistic rendition of a fox face, at once both very different and very similar to the face of the one who held it. It was, after all, her face now. Kitsune, as beings of magic, had their own long standing traditions and culture, and since kitsune were practically immortal, those cultures and traditions had lasted for thousands of

Featured

367 deviations
Tahu 2.0 Mechanism

Lego models

44 deviations
Literature

Fog Poetry

Weightless blanket covers all, Turning artifice edges soft, Entwining radiance and shadow Lights like glimpsing fairies, Promise magic is near My two wheeled steed Rides through the quiet A moving stone in A river of stillness I exhale into mist Breathing, feeling, at peace Breathe mist into me Woven with the night, Where sky and ground Embrace as tender lovers Eloped from the sun

Cute Uplifting

44 deviations
Literature

Red Alert

    I felt myself slipping, most of my body dangling over the precipice of sleep—so close, if I could just relax that last bit of my mind, sink through my camp bed into dreams…    Fweeeeeet!    The high pitched shriek tore through me, bringing every nerve back to battle stations. Eyes snapped open, muscles tensed, and I was moving. From flat on my back, head towards the door, the next thing I knew I had spun around into a kneeling crouch, fists up, my whole body a ballista drawn back and taking aim. The bunk bed shook underneath me. Consciousness booted up after I was already crouched and ready to spring.    “Coookieee

Teen Write

42 deviations
Ryfe Ecinan

Scyllan Chronicles

21 deviations
Literature

College Writing: Becoming Character

The face in the mirror Was not mine Yet I felt For a moment or an age That I knew it Better than the face I owned All my life I had become Someone new And at the same instant Became me For the first time This grizzled warrior Lent me his face His experience, his skill His pain And I felt it as my Own That wound in his leg, my leg, our leg... My Leg And I felt too the wounds where My soul had never been pierced But I felt the holes And heartbreak That were his, that were mine And I remembered youth as this boy Became me And he lent me the strength That he had not seen Or known, before that moment And that gave me heart to go on This journey.

Asgard Chronicles

42 deviations
Literature

Coyote's Fury And Failure

“Anything you can do, I can do too! Anything you can do, I can do better than you-u-u-u!” Taunted Coyote, god of chaos, tricks, and mischief. Many, many tried to prove him wrong; every time, whatever they did, Coyote would mimic perfectly—or, if he had seen something before, he would do it better. Coyote knew many, many secrets; most, he’d gladly reveal to show that he knew, or to cause trouble. One secret though, greatest of all, he would never, EVER tell anyone. This great secret was that, though Coyote could copy anything, try as he might, he couldn’t do anything he hadn’t witnessed first. If someone climbed the highest, most unreachable peak, Coyote would laugh and do it as well. If he saw an unbeatable monster defeated, he would beat another monster the same way. If someone outran light, traveled through time, whatever it was, Coyote did just like they. But Coyote couldn’t do anything first. He could draw, but only what he’d seen put on paper. He could speak, but never say a word

Mini stories

110 deviations
Chaz and Nessa Dragon Scarf by Cassybabyfur

Visual Art

104 deviations
Literature

Pet Shop Window

Home is a place I've never been; Locked away, hope wears thin. Staring out the window, as people pass me by. Makes me feel low, and I wonder why Can't they spare a little love? A look, a nod, maybe pet my head? Against the glass I shove, Rapping, yapping, but as I dread-- They pass on, In moments gone. I don't ask much, Passersby don't see it such. I'm so sad...was I bad? Am I too ugly? Is that why they don't want me? Nothing to do but sit and cry, Forgotten, maybe misbegotten, Locked up and wondering why. I'm so alone, all I want is a home... ...Maybe you could take me there? Long wait, my sad fate. My ugly reflection I hate. Doorbell chime

Freedom Quest

23 deviations
Literature

Operation Asezuldin Part 6

“That’s the last of the road cleared, and just in time,” Trevn said, wiping a hint of sweat off his brow. “Sunder, good work with the distraction—though do work on your aim so I don’t have to double-check the road for metal shards.” “Next time, we’ll have you clear the mess!” Sunny said, returning to human form and play-punching Sunderblast on the shoulder. “Hopefully, there wont be a ‘next time’, Trevn said. “Mack’s trying to figure out how these guys knew about us so quickly. For now, let’s continue towards Meron.” O’Marx nodded, head

Teen Supers

31 deviations
Riley Icon By Cassybabyfur

Riley and Co.

28 deviations
Literature

Aging Overturned

     Jericho blinked into the darkness, which wasn’t dark anymore. The room wasn’t daylit, and the ceiling lights were off. But it wasn’t dark either; he could see the texture on the ceiling, and faintly make out the pastel color of the walls. So, it was sharper than any night vision he could remember, but he had a feeling that he was in darkness. Maybe this was what it was like to be a cat at night.     He touched the tip of his pinky into his ear, momentarily blocking out the hideous buzz of machinery that had woken him. He could never remember hearing anything like that, and couldn’t for the life of him imagine wh

Work In Progress

54 deviations
Chaz and Nessa Dragon Scarf by Cassybabyfur

By Others

9 deviations
Lilly

Becoming Hero

12 deviations
Literature

College Writing, Quiet

It’s something easy to forget. It makes no sound, and if you don’t seek it out, you’re unlikely to find it, or if you do, you’ll walk right past it thinking that it’s not what you want. But we need it, the same way we need air. Not all the time, but on occasion. We have to step away from our busy lives, slow down, and seek out that essential of life that’s become so hard to find—silence. For me, silence is especially hard to find; my hearing is so sensitive that I can hear my own heartbeat, as well as the drums ensconced in the ribs of those nearby. Fluorescent lights buzz, computers whirr and hum, ev

College Stuff

27 deviations
Schoolwork: Technotext

Scraps

7 deviations