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KibaHina FutureSilvery gray eyes darted from side to side as the small girl drew in a deep breath. Her soft brown hair was tousled in the wind but her stance remained firm. She closed her eyes for one moment, then opened them again as she thought to herself, Byakugan!KibaHina Future by DustWriter
She looked around the entire house and at the surrounding trees, combing the area for any sign of life other than bugs. She let out a huff of disappointment when she saw nothing else but kept her eyes trained.
Perhaps she wasn't looking closely enough? Focusing a bit more, she thought she saw a slight movement very, very far away, near the river. She concentrated and, as she found who she was looking for, breathed, "There!"
She was on her feet in an instant as she called, "Aki!" A small, maple-colored dog bound to her side in an instant and barked in response.
The girl grinned. I've got you now.
As she hopped towards the bush where her prey hid behind, she yelled, "Hug attack!"
He looked up in surprise, but not quickly enough because sh
I Am an ArtistI am an artist, so judge me.I Am an Artist by DustWriter
I am messy and unorganized. Never expect me to be on time.
I have smudges on my glasses, dried paint on my fingernails, and stains on my clothing. Don't expect me to have taken notice.
I've lost my thoughts. If you see them, say hello for me. They've probably gone flying with the fishes or swimming with the clouds.
I don't know what day or time it is, so don't interrupt me. If I feel inspired at 3 o'clock in the morning, don't act surprised when you see me asleep at my desk on top of a half-finished piece at 8 AM.
I am starving and I live in a pigsty, but doing what I love sure as hell beats a boring 9-to-5 job anyways.
I am a child at heart, and my work is play. A tea party with a 2-year-old or a game of hide-and-seek will always suffice as inspiration.
I live for creativity, so don't be surprised when you see a purple platypus with a green wings and red horns on my paper. It may be exceedingly strange, but everyone has to start somewhere.
I get artist's b
Andromeda Chapter 1My eyes snapped open and I placed a hand over my heart, checking for any wounds. I sat up in my bed and looked down at myself, then ran my hand through my light brown hair and lied back down once I realized it was all a dream. Once my heartbeat slowed I finally opened my eyes and looked around the room. The walls, floor and ceiling were all a dull white and in the shape of a box. The only furniture I had in my room was my bed, my desk and my dresser, all of which were white as well.Andromeda Chapter 1 by DustWriter
I sat up and threw my feet over the side, putting my head in my hands. So many thoughts ran through my mind, and I wondered what the dream could mean. Perhaps I just wanted freedom from this restricted existence, to finally be free and make my own choices.
Just as I thought this a siren rang, loud and clear. It was the Morning Bell, ringing three times to wake the ship up every morning. I closed my eyes for a little bit longer, pretending that I didn't hear it, but finally groaned and mumbled the words, "Li
Writing is my passion~<3 And I like to doodle, but don't we all?|
Current Residence: This little blue planet called Earth
deviantWEAR sizing preference: huh?
Print preference: huh?
Favourite genre of music: Rock and Alternative mostly, the Beatles take up the majority of my iPod <3
Favourite photographer: Dalalipop (my biffle and the girl in the picture^^)
Favourite style of art: Any Kind~
Operating System: Mac?
MP3 player of choice: iPhone
Shell of choice: Orange??
Wallpaper of choice: like, for my computer?? Mostly a pretty picture from dA
Skin of choice: uhm... tan?? xD wow I'm an idiot
Favourite cartoon character: It's a very long list, and I'm mentally married to the majority of them.
Personal Quote: Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi!