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Zodiac GuardiansI stared at the full moon. It was glowing dimly in the dark sky. A pain shot through my body. My eyes widened and then I noticed one constellation: Libra. I doubled over and coughed. The coughing turned to something like a growl. Then the growling changed to full-fledged roaring. Then it died down. I was on my hands and knees, unharmed. Nothing had been done to my body. I examined myself, and it was like that thing had never happened. Who knows? Maybe it DIDN'T happen.
That's when I knew it happened. I noticed a light, cyan colored gemstone ring on my finger. That wasn't there before. I stared at it before I remembered what I was doing this late. I had to meet up with my friends for something, I didn't know what.
"Hey, Neena, why ya so late?" One of my friends, Toby, asked me. He was drunk, as usual, but I could tell he wasn't wasted. A hiccup burst from his mouth as he asked the question again.
"Hush!" I said to him sharply. "This is why I am late. You see, I felt an odd pain in my gu
Different FormsI have different forms for different occassions and fandoms and such.
Let me explain:
My Nightmare Before Christmas form is a banshee with pale white skin and gray and blue hair, with a long green dress and sharp claws and fangs.
My Monster High form is also a Banshee, but different looking. pale skin, yes, fangs yes, but short, punky styled white hair, and green high heels, and a black leather skirt and a green tube top.
My Tak And the Power of JuJu form is a Nerbil. I like-a Nerbils!!! XD Either a Nerbil or an Emu. Those are always fun.
My Spyro form is a large green and black Dragon with a short mane of black hair running down her neck. Her tail has a short black blade at the end of it. She has about 5 inch long floppy ears, but still pointed at the end. She is a mostly Electric breath user. She also has three spots on her hind legs, as she walks on all fours. One is big, the others are smaller. I'm basing this from Spyro 5, because that's one of the best, next to the original th
Margo's Inner SecretI sat by my boyfriend, Bakura. I needed to tell him my deepest, darkest secret.
"Bakura? Can I tell you something?" I asked, nervously.
"Of course you can, Margo," he smiled. "You can tell me anything."
"Well...Bakura...I am a witch..." I said.
"You're joking. Tell me you're joking," he said, worried.
"No...I'm not..." I hung my head. "I really am a witch..."
"Prove it," Bakura looked into my eye.
"Fine," I began chanting an Egyptian spell. Soon a black and green puff of smoke appeared where he was standing.
"Ribbit," a small croak came from a white and blue bullfrog. "Ribbit Ribbit."
"There. Proof enough for you?" I crossed my arms.
"Ribbit. Rib...bit..." his eyes widened as he looked himself over. "RIBBIT! RIBBIT RIBBIT!" he croaked frantically, worried.
"Oh, don't worry. This won't be forever," I picked Frog-kura up. "Told ya I was a witch." Bakura croaked again, less worried.
I realized he didn't have his voice. I gave it to him.
"Oh...Oh, Margo! I didn't
Margo Flesh Basic InfoName: Margo Flesh.
Weight: 135 lbs.
Eye color: Piercing Green.
Hair Color: Pitch Black.
Clothing: Black, white, gray-striped (in that order) long sleeved shirt. Black pants. Gray bandana. Gold hoop earrings. Boots (combat-like, but not exactly).
Other things: Eye makeup; three facing downward, on bottom of eye, short, long, short pattern points, three eyelashes on the bottom corner, top corner as well, and one small small point pattern on the corner closest to nose. Nose is pointed, but cute. Mouth is cat-like. Eyes are big.
Body figure: Thin.
Margo's Duel Part OneI stared at myself in the mirror. No. No. Couldn't be. Not me. Not me. Not me! I have NEVER felt love before. It confused me. I was sad, happy, angry, sick, and peeved at the same time! I was NOT gonna let this change my life! But...He was picking me up tonight at eight. Yes, I-Margo Flesh- was in love. And actually, it felt divine. I looked at the clock.
"Seven? Oh, man! I gotta hurry!" I cried, brushing my hair. I did my usual style, and put my bandana on. I tied it in the back, and put on my boots. I grinned at myself in the mirror.
"Not bad..." I joked. I heard a knock at my door. "It's seven forty-five. He's probably early," I shrugged and ran out to open the door. "Hello?"
"Margo!" Bakura said, smiling. "You look beautiful!"
"No I don't. You're just saying that to make me feel good. And it's working," I blushed.
"I mean it, Margo, you look amazing," he blushed as well.
"Thanks. So...What are we going to do tonight?" I smiled.
"Hm...I thought we could take a walk around the forest
Yugioh Margo-Bakura FanficI woke up to my alarm clock. First day at Domino City High School. I rubbed my eyes clumisly and tripped out of bed, throwing a pillow at the alarm clock. I got dressed in a black, white, and gray striped long-sleeved shirt, and black jeans. I brushed my black hair over my left eye. The rest of it went down to my shoulders. My piercing green eyes looked into the reflection's.
"This day...Is gonna suck," I said to myself. I was wrong. It bottom sucked. I was made fun of all day because I was goth, and it got worse at lunch.
"Hey, gothie, come here. Got something to show ya," some screwed up boy said to me. I scoffed and walked away, ignoring his attempts-no. Feeble attemps at getting me. I sat next to a white haired boy.
"Hey," I said, slightly pleasant.
"Oh, hi," he responded in a light British accent. I smiled, for the first time that day.
"My name's Margo. Yours?"
"Bakura," he smiled back.
"Cute," I said. "Ugh, this day has been horrible...up until I met you. You have been THE
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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