In the meantime however... I should let you know I have something to announce tomorrow if I retrieve the Internet; so I hope you'll all wait up for me ^^
While I've been gone; not much has happened... lots of anime and manga lol... Completed the Angelic Layer and Kino's Journey manga; took up Cowboy Bebop and just went manga bonkers XD
But, I've also been working on my writing; along with my main book; an idea kind of popped in my head... so I've tinkered; and I hope you'll enjoy this small (But angst ridden) excerpt...
(PS- This is a digimon tamers fanfic X3)
Crippled
By Jasmine Smith
It seemed all Ruki knew was pain.
She knew it long enough to realise there was no drug or medication strong enough to take the edge off of humiliation as she trundled weakly along, wheelchair bound.
"I don't need help." She snapped with spite, sensing the sympathetic soul behing her, suddenl spinning her head to see Takato standing there, with a guilt ridden expression filled with yearning; all he wanted to do was help.
"I think you've already done far more than enough." She kept her face away from him as she reached down - not daring wince - her heavily swathed hands to grip hold of the bars attached to the wheels and pushed herself forward again: the result was a single, jerky inch forward that jarred her legs and burnt through her hands.
But she wouldn't let anything show her pain as she braced herself and repeated again, this time the blanket that covered her lap caught its edge in the spokes; and slid away like a lost soul.
Leaving her vulnerable: she tried to act as if nothing happened, but she couldn't get past the truth as she was left looking down upon herself.
The only thing she wore aside the flimsy hospital gown were the dressings; her forearms bound in bandages nearly an inch in thickness up to her elbows with an almost mitten like shape, all her fingers wrapped together, with only her thumbs separate.
And dangling uselessly, her legs uncovered revealed the gaudy pink fiberglass casts that were degradingly bulky compared to her thin legs: covering from the knee down, where only her toes emerged, pale and swollen looking. She couldn't walk, she could barely grip or pick anything up, hell; she could barely do anything herself now. She knew a wrod for that.
She called herself a cripple.
There we go :3 Sorry for the angst; I hope to make a MST3000 kinda thing with some friends when it's finished to pull it apart and wreck it XD
My art will also probly consist of some more angst, lol... I ordered up a two part thing along the lines and am expecting an update on another equally angst ridden thing; but trust me; I'll give you WELL more than enough to make up for it ^^
Just now... oggle this piece by Coailte that's been SIX MONTHS delayed; of me and Renamon!!!
(And also, lol; that link down there once again by the talented Fallen Alaster...)
http://www.deviantart.com/view/18206487/
AND also; a comic worthy of note for you Dracula fans; art fans; or generally furry peeps; much thanks to Tom for handing me this link ^^
Enjoy... and wait and see if I make it back in one piece ~_^
http://www.coyotepuck.dragoncity.net/dracula/index.php?p=1
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