( BULLET WITH BUTTERFLY WINGS ) - [OPEN]

[ANDREYA BLAKE PERRY]

THE WORLD IS A VAMPIRE, SET TO DRAIN SECRET DESTROYERS HOLD YOU UP
TO THE FLAMES AND WHAT DO I GET FOR MY PAIN? BETRAYED DESIRES AND A
PIECE OF THE GAME EVEN THOUGH I KNOW NOW I SUPPOSE I'LL SHOW

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Land of the Anathema. People feared this place. Most couldn’t even talk about it. This place was foreign to man, most too afraid to venture inside and take a look around. It was a scary looking place Dreya would admit. Even she was afraid at times to go and take a look for the land or venture inside. She had heard the stories of the land, and with the information she learned to made sure that if when she took off to venture into the Land of the Anathema, she would be well prepared. This land was unchartered and no one seemed to know what was waiting inside the fenced area. Dreya didn’t want to be caught off guard.

The story of Anathema fascinated Dreya and had to know just who this man or person may be. However, she wasn’t looking at this trip as a way to confirm a myth, but something Resistance related. The toxic gas spilling from the plant was a hazard to the people of the Resistance, and Dreya feared that if it wasn’t contained soon or if the plan wasn’t destroyed, the Resistance headquarters would be in danger. Already Dreya had lost people who tried to analyze the gas, killing them instantly. Those who made it back were on the verge of death and died in the infirmary. It was a morbid scene. There was nothing that could be done however. Dreya wanted a back up location for the Resistance in case they should need to evacuate in case they hadn’t contained the gas within the next few months.

What Dreya wanted was to come to some sort of agreement with the Anathema that the Resistance would be allowed to use his land as a back up headquarters in case they should have to leave. In return she would give him protection from those who ventured on to his land. However, he had done a pretty good job keeping people away for the most part. But, part of her wanted to know why he was in this land? Where did he come from and just who was he? From her last trip to the Perfect Nation she knew that he was a wanted man. Dreya took the flyer that had been posted to take with her on her journey. She would need to be able to recognize the Anathema since his name was unknown.

She made sure that the Resistance would be okay while she was gone, and Dreya hoped that she wouldn’t be gone more that a few days. They offered to go with her, many of them wanting to accompany her for safety and interest reasons. Dreya needed to do this alone. Having too many people might frighten away Anathema and she needed to speak to him. It was better if she confronted him alone. She wasn’t about to allow failure to fall on the whole Resistance. She was the leader now and had to take full responsibility should anything happen.

That night she left headquarters, traveling at night so she wouldn’t be easily seen. It was cold traveling at night, the snow falling hard, but by morning there was a break. There wasn’t much light, but Dreya could see an area off in the distance, something fenced off. As she approached closer she knew that she had found what she was looking for. Land of the Anathema was in her sight, but the fence around the area was a problem. However she came prepared. When she was at the fence, she began to climb, encountering barbed wire at the top. Dreya made sure that she was secure on the fence before pulling out wire cutters. She clipped away a section of the barbed wire before making her way over. Dreya was now in a foreign land.

It was still slightly dark, and Dreya pulled out a small flashlight to illuminate her way. Her other hand removed the gun from her holster, ready in case anything should jump out at her. It was an eerie place at night, and for once in a long while Andreya noticed how hard her heart was beating in her chest. She was nervous, her blood pumping furiously in her viens. Dreya made sure to keep her guard up, and once there was more light she would see just how strange a land this was.

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WORDS: 727
TAG: OPEN
LYRICS: BULLET WITH BUTTERFLY WINGS - SMASHING PUMPKINS
NOTES: THE LAND OF ANATHEMA

[DRAGON LUSUS NATURAE]

The winter time had brought a deathly cold throughout the canopy of trees this time. The leaves had all fallen and scattered on the ground, leaving large skeletons looming overhead. The dolls that were tied to branches or hanging from strings looked slick and ill because of the cold frost that covered all of them and were even more obvious against the naked trees. Bits of unfinished things also sat up in the branches, as though a child could not decide where to build his fort in all these magnificant trees. The ground was covered in snow but most had been kept out because of the tangle of branches. But there was no doubt that one could still turn their breath into an iclicle right before their very eyes in this winter.

Once upon a time, these trees had been grand and full of colors of all shades. The bark had been an aray of proud bronws, that stood out only subtly against the earth beneath. This place had also been filled with childrens’ magic and dreams. It had been where you could let your imagination run wild and hide out from your parents when you threatened to run away from them. That had been what this place once was. It had been a haven for children; an enchanting getaway filled with outstanding colors and gentle sounds of forest creatures. Those things were long gone now and the magic that came with a child’s amazing imagination was now hibernating for the rest of this horrid generation. It would be until the slate was wiped clean and the filthy race of man could truly start anew on this dying planet. But, for now, it would stay the same. Untouched by “cizil” beings and tucked away, labeled a mystery when it was really an important part of the world’s heritage.

Living plants were an amazing things that sprouted naturally from the earth. Science and technology were tainting this world, creating obomination and outcasts. The Anathema of all creatures would surely know this. But being called The Anathema did seem a little bit silly to him when one actually managed to sit him down and ask (the only things that ever had must have been the dogs). No, he would much rather go by Dragon. Why? Well, maybe he would tell you if you asked him because if there was one thing Dragon was good at it was keeping secrets.

The dogs were stirring and barring their fangs. That was how he had known that there was something not right in his forbiden realm. The dogs knew every bit of this land just as well as he and they also knew what was good and what was bad here. They told him so. And if they didn’t tell him then he could see the answer clear as day in their sparkling stare. He could see that some of them were pacing, ready to bound forward to eliminate the threat that they felt. Two of the dogs stopped near him; one by his side and the other only a fingers length behind him. These two seemed to hold the closest bond with him, probably holding just about the same age as he as well. The rest of the ten or so dogs had a more wild nature to them still, showing less interest with being paired to someone like Dragon for life. He supposed they also knew that the two dogs at the man’s feet were something of the alphas to them. Only they were allowed at the Master’s feet.

Dragon didn’t let the dogs go. He stood still in the cold, lively eyes narrowed through the thick woods while his breath stuck to his face. With everything he had in him, he was listeing for them. Whoever was out wondering his home would be found and they would be found imediately. He and his hounds would be sure of that. They would make sure that this intruder would never step into this land ever again.

The dogs had taken off first as he waved his hand to show them that they could go. Everything around him suddenly errupted into barking so loud that the old branches of the trees quivered. Every dog had rushed passed him andout of sight through the thickets except for the two who were sat camly at his side, both of them watching the others run forward. But, finally, the man called Anathema made a move. He stepped backwards toward the ladder leading up into his adobe settled in the tree. He reached up and snatched up an old shotgun. A knife already rested on his hip, hidden beneath his coat. With gun in hand, hestarted after the dogs with silent footsteps.

The pack of dogs soon came to one spot, but only some stopped while the others circled around to trap their find in their midst. Many continued to bark while others just hunckered over and bared their teeth. Dragon didn’t catch up with them for a while, confident that they would keep whatever it was in place before he got there. Before making his appearance he pulled a black ski mask over his face. He wasn’t fond of people looking at his face.

The intruder was a woman. A woman whom he did not recognize (not that it was surprising that he didn’t know anyone..). He easily weaved through the angry bunch of dogs, the two that stayed with him were hot on his trail and continued forward with him as he approached the woman. As soon as he was in close range and pulled the gun up and aimed it straight for her nose. The two dogs bounded up beyond his sides and bared their teeth at her. He doubted words were necessary to get his threat through to her.

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NOTES SORRY FOR THE WAIT...
TAGGED ANDREYA BLAKE PERRY
SONG CIVIL WAR - GUNS N' ROSES

[ANDREYA BLAKE PERRY]

THE WORLD IS A VAMPIRE, SET TO DRAIN SECRET DESTROYERS HOLD YOU UP
TO THE FLAMES AND WHAT DO I GET FOR MY PAIN? BETRAYED DESIRES AND A
PIECE OF THE GAME EVEN THOUGH I KNOW NOW I SUPPOSE I'LL SHOW

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The place was a ghost town, and Andreya felt uncomfortable. The trees were bare and layered thick with snow. The dolls were eerie as they seemed to follow her every movement, even the ones missing eyes. Old tree houses filled the bare trees, most unfinished and possibly on the very of shattering at the slightest weight change. Yes, the Land of the Anathema was something you’d only find in nightmares, but for Dreya this was real. She had come here of her own accord wanting to know the truth about this man they called the Anathema, and warn him that he was a wanted man.

The poster for his arrest was folded in her back pocket. He was only man in this large land, and would be easily over taken should the Nation decide to make a visit. And what they did with this land would only spell trouble for Dreya and the Resistance. Even if the Anathema wouldn’t come with her, which she knew he wouldn’t, she wanted to offer him some help in defending himself against a possible army that any day could come his way. But, Andreya wanted to know why he had come here. What drew him to this deserted nightmare of a place? Why was he given the name Anathema? So many unanswered questions and curiosities lingered in Andreya’s mind, but she knew there was only one way she could get those answers.

Her feet crunched in the snow, and even as the sun tried to rise it wasn’t able to penetrate the thick cloud cover over head. Her light only helped slightly and her hand gripped her gun tightly. Dreya heard movement around her, quickly turning around to find a dog growling her direction. “Shit.” Rather than stand and face a dog she took off running, hearing the dog trail behind her. Andreya wished she had her robo pup with her. That thing was scarier than any real dog she had ever encountered. Dreya had no idea where she was going or what she was trying to get to. For now she just ran, hearing the dog hot on her trail and barking after her. She took a turn only to find another dog waiting for her, it’s teeth bared and snarling towards her. Again she changed direction, running through an old shed to come out the other side with two more dogs waiting.

Dreya slid to a stop in the snow, turning around to find that she was now surrounded. Every step only showed another dog facing her. She was now trapped in a circle. They closed in on her, but never actually attacked. What were they waiting for? Either way, her chest heaved as the took deep breaths. Her breath turned to steam in the cold while she waited either for someone to show up, or the dogs to suddenly attack her. Dreya wasn’t quite sure what would happen next at this point.

A few minutes passed before she heard movement. Slowly Andreya turned around to see a figure walking towards her. The black ski mask obscured his face, but Dreya didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. The Anathema was coming for her, the dogs at his side seeming eager to attack her. Yet, they were kept at bay while he came closer to her. The dogs seemed to have a respect for this man, none of them attacking her but still snarling and baring their teeth towards her.

Finally he was only a few feet in front of her. At this point Dreya had no idea what would happen. She watched him raise the gun to have it rest between between her eyes. She looked from him to the gun and back again. Her weapons didn’t drop despite the gun, but Dreya knew it would have been foolish to try and fire at him with a gun at her head. There would be a hole in her skull before she could lift the gun six inches. As her eyes went between the gun and the man, she couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t scare me sir, but I bet I scare you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have a gun pointed at my face. Am I right?”

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WORDS: 709
TAG: DRAGON LUSUS NATURAE
LYRICS: BULLET WITH BUTTERFLY WINGS - SMASHING PUMPKINS
NOTES: WHAT DOES HE THINK OF HER?