| These are my children, born from the union of insanity and inspiration from a wide range of things, from a lovely snow-covered black rose to Dinosaur-speak, and everything in between. Oh, and it's not "color," it's "colour." Same goes for all the other words that American English misspells... |
Passion
Butterfly Beauty
Prose
In the Light of the Blood MoonIn the Light of the Blood MoonIn the Light of the Blood Moon
Swiftly as the winds of winter, I fly through the blackened forest, following the call I've been trailing for hours. I make no noise, but every audible sound and vibration from the woods around me reaches my perked ears. My eyes glow with a supernatural beauty that other creatures both envy and fear. The faint patches of moonbeams that fall from the looms of the trees onto my dark silver coat send indescribable shivers of delight throughout my body, and a wild call screams to be released from my throat. With my powerful hind legs, I leap into the ai
by *OceanEyedWolf
by *OceanEyedWolf
The NethersLet’s all close our eyes and just imagine this place:The Nethers
This land, called Belvanti, had not always been the way it was now - dark, decayed, poverty-stricken, chaotic, thrown into a total uproar of downfall. Once, it had been a peaceful place, where the earth was good, the waters clean, the air fresh, and the forests lush and deep and dense. The people there were happy with their country, and their king, Thogarain IV. He was a noble, kind and wise leader of his people, yet he had no children and his queen had passed away several years previous. His advisers often told him to se
by *OceanEyedWolf
Poetry
The PrinceThe PrinceThe Prince
The prince, he spoke of crickets that chirped In a churchyard far from here Where a hermit did dwell among the dead That whispered in his ear
He spoke at dusk, when the snow did lay The sleeping bones to rest That covered the Earth, where hearts below Sat silent in their chests
He told his tale by the fireside When the Holly King's time was near To his mother the queen, of porcelin make The queen he loved so dear!
But 'fore he spoke of the old man's plight The king stormed through the door The queen was taken by the
by *OceanEyedWolf
Counting ConstellationsCounting ConstellationsCounting Constellations
I've been tracing stories in the sky Letting stardust fill my eyes I've been surviving on moonbeams The nightingale taught me to sing
I've been counting constellations And praying to the Moon She may heal me with her love-light And bring me to you
I've been listening to stars Since before I was born I became Hecate's servant And my eyes turned from the morn I kept my gaze on Draco As he sat and watched the world I bowed said, "Send me my Dragon King And make me his girl"
I found you in a moo
by *OceanEyedWolf
Salmon WomanSalmon WomanSalmon Woman
There was a woman Who swallowed a salmon She had caught in a net made of old shoes (For she always strode barefoot in the surf, relishing the feeling of being in two worlds at once) and siren music
She swallowed the salmon Like a lump of pink sugar But inside of her belly He whispered the ancient secrets Of the waves and the tides He taught her spells Of shell and sea glass He spun tales of the rivers he had been born in And how they always reach the sea And of dreams under a fat, white moon As he and his Brothers and Sisters &
by *OceanEyedWolf
The Island of HeadsThe Island of HeadsThe Island of Heads
Speak, old stones With such primitive, yet wise features Will you share your secrets? Or are they too precious to tell, like the whispers of lovers, kept only in silent engravings of the deep sea surrounding you?
Life once coloured this island With bright birds perched on their shoulders The men put hibiscus and orchid in their wives' hair No child was happier Gathering shells and little bits of coral And swimming in tide pools With no conception or need For the blinking, unfeeling lights of a future era
They buil
by *OceanEyedWolf
Photography
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Edge of Seventeen 
) Then on Wednesday my grandparents came over and took me to Olive Garden. I got two $50 gift cards to Hobby Lobby and Michael's, which I can't wait to use to get some more beading and painting supplies.
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| Nori Rose (n) a sixteen-year old writer who refuses to comply with the rules of traditional society; a devout Pagan practicing the fine art of Druidism and Wicca. Believes that jade is dried dragon sperm and is not afraid to express this belief whole heartedly. Writes poems about everything that comes into her frame of reference and some of the most bizarre stories ever told. Has delusions of one day becoming a renowned film director/novelist. Enjoys literature and music over the dratted TV. When not writing, practicing magick or slaving away to the demands of Honours classes, enjoys creating artistic jewellry pieces and painting. Despite having depressive tendencies, is fun loving and very affectionate to family and friends. Is the sister and lover of a dragon, and the daughter of wolves. |
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- Current Residence: The valley of the damned
- Interests: Film, poetry, writing, literature, art, beadwork, green living, wolves, blades, Renaissance Festival
- Favourite movie: PotC, The Red Violin, Pan's Labyrinth, The Gate, Beauty and the Beast
- Favourite band or musician: Creed, DragonForce, Led Zeppelin, Tori Amos, The Moody Blues, Nightwish, Tangerine Dream, Gamma Ray
- Favourite genre of music: Epic metal, classic rock, indie alternative, Celtic
- Favourite artist: Michael Whelan, Schim Schimmel, Van Gogh
- Favourite poet or writer: George R.R. Martin, Neil Gaiman, Angela Carter, Sandra Cisneros, Jim Morrison, Tori Amos, Jewel
- Favourite photographer: Thomas D. Mangelsen
- Favourite style of art: Watercolour, photomanipulation, and pop/recycled art
- Operating System: Windows XP with mostly Mac features
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic
- Shell of choice: Mother-of-pearl
- Wallpaper of choice: Moonflowers
- Skin of choice: Wolf fur
- Favourite game: A Druid, a Bard, and a Mercenary all walk into a Tavern...
- Favourite gaming platform: A table covered with grid paper, strange dice, character sheets, and surrounded by my drunk friends
- Favourite cartoon character: Winnie-the-Pooh (and Tigger too!)
- Personal Quote: "When life's having PMS, make your own background music"
- Tools of the Trade: Words, calligraphy pens, watercolours, digital camera, beads, wire, jump rings, pliers, and my hands
- Email: norioftherose@yahoo.com
- Yahoo: ocean_eyed_wolf
- Skype: nori.rose
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