Draconian mind,"My darkness is my armor, my words the weapon. They call it chaos, but it's the dance of my truth."Draconian arrived at her ominous house, where an unsettling atmosphere hung in the air. As she pushed the door open, the room lay in complete darkness. Amidst the shadows, Lily sat encircled by flickering candles, as though beckoning spirits from the other side.Draconian raised an eyebrow and quipped, "Doing a ghost massage or gearing up for a war?"The truth was that Lily was attempting to summon Draconian's mother's spirit. However, surprisingly, no spirit seemed to respond, leaving Lily looking taken aback.Lily opened her eyes and responded calmly, "Meditation—think of it like preparing for battle, except I've already conquered it. Now, I'm just waiting for a few to surrender."Draconian's tone turned darker as she added, "But remember, mercy doesn't often have a place on the battlefield."Lily smiled and replied, "When the battleground is already taken by the enemy,
It's okay to laugh, it's okay to stab, but it's not okay to cry. We simply lose our madness through each drop."Draconian was heading to her classroom when Lavish approached and remarked, "Well, that girl was right; you look like a fallen angel."He went on, "But I don't like you in this way."Draconian froze upon hearing Lavish's words. She felt caught in the middle and murmured to herself, "Wow, this world played a great game with me—someone who likes my darkness, and on the other side, someone who likes my light."Turning to Lavish, Draconian asked, "You don't like my new look, but how do you like my new love?"Lavish responded, "Well, I just mentioned that you look great in black more than in white, and I also promised to bring you out from your darkness, to be your shadow."Draconian's voice turned darker as she said, "Shadows also flee when they clash with darkness."Lavish was taken aback by Draconian's words, and he replied, "You just need some light, and your dress color won'
Draconian awoke from her slumber, and her eyes fell upon the white dress. Instantly, a surge of anger coursed through her veins.Rising from the bed, she seized the dress and began tearing at it with fervor. The room around her bore witness to her escalating fury as she unleashed her rage upon her surroundings. The lamp was hurled towards the door, shattering the quiet with a loud crash.Draconian's anger ignited further, driving her to push the bed with force and hurl anything within her grasp at the walls and door. Just as she was caught in the throes of her destructive outburst, the door swung open.Standing in the doorway was none other than her father, Vold.As Vold entered the room, Draconian's wrath propelled her towards him. She clenched his throat with her sharp, nail-adorned fingers, pinning him against the wall.Even in his strained voice, Vold managed to say, "Okay, kill me and go live with your mother, Lily... alone."Her grip was released in response to his words. Vold q
It's like a little advice: don't mess with petrol or it might mess you up, just like don't mess up dreams or you'll lose your way back home."Draconian lay on her room's floor, peering out into the dark, realizing she needed to step outside.She got up quickly, annoyed at her unplanned nap. Then she thought, "Why all this drama for someone who could be a foe?" She talked to herself.Meanwhile, on the other side, another Draconian hung out with Yearn and Anna, Yearn's girlfriend.The clock showed 9:37 pm, stars shining bright, and the moon glowing softly.Anna said, "Your shine might not come; you'll fade and stay hidden.""Can't see well in the dark." As Draconian said, The air hushed for a moment.Draconian added, "When respect is lost, things haunt you, even your own shadow. But shadows are scared of the dark too."Anna's frustration was palpable as she exclaimed, "My dignity will always remain intact!"Draconian's soft response followed, "Dignity resembles water on a lotus leaf—uns
When Draconian heard the news, the news of the principal's passing, it felt as though a hundred icy tendrils gripped her, freezing her in place like a statue, rendering her as silent as the stillness of a grave.Although the school was closed today, a few students had to come for their special practices, like cello, piano, and painting. Draconian, too, arrived for her bassoon practice.Whispers and rumors filled the air about Draconian as the students chatted among themselves.Students:"Ever since she joined this school, it's been one tragedy after another. First, Mr. Deck, then the mysterious incidents in the antrum, and now the principal."Draconian listened to their words but remained in her shadowy silence. Her hair, like that of a witch, concealed her face as her breath gently moved her front strands. A heavy, unspoken anger emanated from her, causing everyone to halt their chatter about her, sensing the weight of her silence.The principal held the key to liberating her brother
In the midst of the darkened roses, a girl ventured forth, her body adorned with scars from battles unknown. Undeterred, she continued her path until she reached the heart of that eerie realm.There, a solitary grave stood before her. With an air of melancholic assurance, she perched atop the tombstone, a wistful smile gracing her lips. The moonlight filtered through the twisted branches above, casting an ethereal glow upon her face.With a dark smile upon her face, she said, "Revenge has blinded me, my brother.""Veil of Thorns"The girl stepped onto her balcony, surrounded by nothing but glass, suspended high above the ground. With a majestic pen in hand, she began to inscribe her story with a hint of ferocity, "The tale of siblings, two outsiders amidst ordinary beings. Both brothers, captivated by a girl from their school, yet oblivious to the other's infatuation.That girl, as silent as the grave and as serene as the ocean, held the key to their hearts. Little did they know thei
Draconian swung open her house door, revealing her mother, Lily, who was feeding her pet lizard."Hello, Mother Lily," Draconian said with a steely glint in her eyes.Lily looked up, unfazed by her daughter's demeanor. "Welcome home, sweet home," she replied, a hint of intrigue in her voice.Draconian scoffed, "Sweet? This home is infested with psychic creatures."Lily raised an eyebrow, her tone calm yet cryptic. "Home is where we hide our emotions, our secrets.""Homes are just walls," Draconian shot back, her voice growing fiercer. "The heart is where we truly conceal our emotions."Just then, her father, Vold, made his entrance, oozing confidence with his handsome face, curly hair, and teeth that gleamed like a vampire's."Didn't you forget your father, Vold?" he playfully teased.Draconian grinned, her demeanor savage as ever. "How could I forget? You're the one who brings excitement to this place, making my life less like hell."Vold chuckled, unphased by his daughter's sharp wo
Draconian started to write her novel, 'Everyday, ocean thunder, bark in anger. One day, the ocean suggested me to find my family, and when I found them, it was lovely. But they were like a battleground, full of fighting, a cold war.'Finishing is better than leaving stains,' that's what I believe, but true love doesn't leave any stains in its way; otherwise, it can cause destruction."She was writing in her glass balcony when suddenly a majestic wolf leaped onto it, its eyes gleaming with wild vitality."Hello, Wolfy, you came after so long," she greeted the untamed visitor warmly, a smile playing on her lips as she continued to write.As she continued to pet him, Draconian couldn't help but express her affection for wolves. "You know, I love wolves," she murmured. "But not the ones that live in my home!"The wolf seemed to understand her words, and a low growl rumbled in his throat."After that night.Draconian wakes up and went to her bathroom. As she goes, she sees her behavior, ye