Slytherin Artwork 소설 & 이야기

said the creature. Sirius lazily combed his dark lux, biting his lower lip with his fangs this time before he jumped out from the chair and picked up the little princess' unicorn. "I don't know." Sirius grimaced while he threw the unicorn mid-air and sliced it in half using the reaper's scythe. "Fuck vision. I've marked that girl and she'll be my food on her 20th birthday." he licked his lower lip in anticipation. "You gonna have to go through the dark lord first." the creature said while it flew left and right. It also saw the vision of Sirius under the command of one little princess in the future.

She sighed, then glanced to the left, where another portrait was hanging on the wall. In this portrait, a woman stood there. Her left hand raised in the air at an angle. And her right seemed to hold a book. On her head she wore a hat, which had a point at the top. Her head was tilted to the left, where you could only see the left side of her face. And her hair was a dark brown, that looked like it flowed endlessly behind her. There were colorful colors that could be seen over her left hand, as if portraying something. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks colliding together at the top forming a colorful ball above the streaks underneath. On the tree to the right, a broom lay against it, with a c

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

"Look at your life Arthur,A teacher." Arthur grumbled with a disappointing look. He was very certain his day would not go totally well considering the fact he would be meeting Bella. He tucked at his checkered shirt again before passing through the Aluminum gate. The School building would look invisible to humans except you work there but to Vampires,Werewolves and Witches they could see it vividly. Arthur looked upfront at the mansion coated in Brown and some additional secondary colours. There was also a waterfall with the top molded into a woman with her clothes designed with small drawing of the sun and the moon.

Old, powerful magic clung to the air, like an invisible weight, and it made every breath I took feel heavier. We came to a wide room—an open space that could have once been a grand hall. The walls were lined with portraits, old portraits—faded, but still clear enough to see the proud, regal faces staring down at us from their frames. They were all Slythes, their eyes heavy with history, their expressions stoic and unreadable. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. There was something magnetic about the way they looked, almost like they were alive, watching me.

No matter what those men did, it didn’t warrant such a horrible death. “I see you marvel at the works of my hand,” he intoned, his voice filled with glee. Strong hands rested on her shoulders and twisted her enough to stare back at the carnage. “It didn’t take long to carve out this beautiful piece out of them, mouthy.” She squirmed in his arms, hating the lilt in his voice. This man here was deranged, mindless. As if he could read her thoughts, Draco hummed. “Only someone as mindless as I am would create such beautiful art, little bird,” Draco said, tracing her skin with his dagger, the very one he’d used to butcher the males.

“No. But I think… they’re afraid of me too.” --- Theron had begun to draw. He filled scrolls with spirals, flame symbols, sigils no tutor had shown him. Some matched the ones in the Flame Temple ruins. Others? Unknown. One drawing stood out. It showed two thrones: one of fire, one of moonlight. And between them, a figure in chains. The figure looked like Selene. --- Selene stared at the image long after Theron had run off to play. Kael appeared beside her. “She’s still the light,” he said softly.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

I do my best to confer at appropriate times while viewing her as my favorite piece of art in this place. "Oohh, Finn, look at these two. I love them." She pulls me farther up the line of art until we stand directly in front of a matched pair of paintings. A male and female character of Dragons Reborn are framed side by side. The male image is in a dark wood frame with a painted character that extends out from the canvas. The thick paint is stacked up so the image has a layered and three dimensional feel.