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The Aura Family - Riolu TFMy 18th birthday is coming up. And I'm not pleased.
I wish I never grew up. College is around the corner, meaning a lot more work is ahead of me. I wish I could just turn back the clock and relive the past, but that's not going to happen. Imagine my future: all work and no play. Oh, how I miss my childhood.
Even my friend Cameron is there to support me. When I'm down, he would always be there for me, telling me stuff like, "Morgan. I know it's hard. You'll succeed in college, trust me." He's the only support I have other than my parents right now.
As the days went on, the sudden realization that I would never relive my childhood again was coming to my mind in pieces. But that would stop one day as I was walking home from school.
It all started when I heard someone calling my name. I looked around, hoping to find the mysterious person whose voice I do not recognize.
I saw no one
Throne of Aura - Lucario TF"Norven! Get yourself out of that bed! You've got school, mister!"
Arceus, I hated when my father had to wake me up every morning. It was like living in a prison cell with only one way out, and that was when I had school. Every morning, it was like this, and every morning, I wished my life would change.
But little did I know that something miraculous would happen.
After getting myself ready for the day, I packed up my things and went to my car. All the while, I thought of what life would be like outside of Romania. What would I do? Where would I go?
While driving along the streets of my hometown of Arad, looking for my school, I heard voices.
Young Norven. Come to the forest.
The forest? There weren't any thick forests in my area. Perhaps it was just a figment of my imagina
Wait Mures Floodplain!!! Why didn't I think if that earlier?
Then another t
Lucario Sheldon Aura Ch1
I've seen and experienced more horror than my friends, family, even my own master. I was a riolu when I had my first emotional scar. But I'll start out with the day I was born, I assume that some of you know how most Pokemon are born, some are born the same as humans, but others are born from eggs. I was one of those Pokemon that was born from an egg. My mother and father were the only ones that were there the day I was born, I was a wild Pokemon when I was born. My mother placed me in the center of Entera Forest for my birth place. The second I hatched, a bright ray of an angelic sun light shone through. My mother and father were both astonished, soon after I was born, my father prepared for the war.
My mother and I bonded very quickly and took me everywhere she went. She was the only friend I've ever known in my young life. But soon, hunters came to take me, but my mother put me in hiding, I couldn't even bare to look, so I just ran as far as I could. I stopped for a while to
The Book of AuraLucario TF Request.
I bet most of your trips to the library don't end mine did. How did it end you might be asking me? Well, allow me to explain this whole crazy mess I got myself into. It all began this morning, with me, Ryan, waking up to a not so sunny sky. Rather, a heavy overcast loomed over my house at 7:00am. Now I know what you're thinking: Why would anybody want to get up this early? Well, I'll tell you! I woke up this early so I could go to a book sighing down at the local library. I was a total book nerd, completely into the fantasy genre. Dragons, elves, kings and queens you name it.
My favorite author of these books, David Truman, was the cause of me waking up this early and I just didn't want to miss it. I hopped out of my bed and quickly went over to my closet to grab a towel and walked out of my bedroom to go and grab a quick shower. Before I hopped in, I saw that I had plenty of time before I had to head out, for the book signing began at 9:00am. After a nice shower to
From Reality to Pokemon Part 1I got out of my mom's car as she waved and shouted that she loved me. I had just gotten to school about half an hour early to meet my friend Tanner. He was an odd fellow. He had a huge mess of hair that covered his eyes and most of his nose; he was a slacker that never gave any effort into anything that he didn't deem worth his time, and didn't talk to anybody. He always kept to himself, which was a shame, this guy could write comic gold, draw great pictures, and could figure out most problems. However he didn't plan on putting any of those talents towards his future, because he had only one dream in mind, which was to be rock-star, or pirate, whichever came first. Anyways he was sitting at a chair in the student lounge writing a sarcastic book report for one of our elderly teachers, laughing as he dropped in several comments that involved saving the earth from aliens, retrieving his stolen jacket back from an evil leprechaun, playing solitaire, and how none of the assignments he ever
A Tale of Two Auras - Lucario TFMe and my Moryl, we're like a pair.
We have loved each other for as far as we remember. We've had so many times together, especially all the crazy dates we went through.
And ever since, I thought, He's the one.
But what happened after our engagement will forever be a part of my life. And here's how it happened.
It all started at the movies. We went to go see that new movie, "The Sitter." It was a blast. Moryl and I couldn't stop laughing over the hilarious torture that Jonah Hill's character went through.
When the movie was over, we left the theatre with confidence. The movie to me was awesome. As for Moryl, he looked like he enjoyed the movie too.
As we walked out of the theatre, he got the chance to talk to me. "Akarii," he asked me, "There's something I have to ask you."
"Yes, my Moryl?" I asked.
"Will you " he got nervous. Then after a few seconds, he finally kneeled befor
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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