So this is a new project I'm working on. I know I am juggling the amount of work quite a bit, but the idea was gnawing at me. Forgive me, please? I am but a submissive human being that cannot handle the pressure of fresh schemes. ^^'
For those of you who don't care about my personal life, scroll down to the story. Otherwise, I have news! I am moving… to Canada! Which is overseas, which is in a different hemisphere which is far. If any of you have any advice concerning moving to a new country, or even moving in general, I would love to know! I'd also like to know what life in Canada is like, are there any rules I need to strictly adhere to? Are there certain words I need to know? What are the schools like? Anything you would think that would be useful, I'd really love to know. Culture Shock is not something I really want to go through.
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Cronus plus Apathy
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The blade glowed crimson, the gold of its pride marred and stained. He was much the same, his lustre dowsed with scars. The god considered himself for the second time in that short minute. He was golden, he was dwindling. He wasn't himself, but he was principled enough to taste his own dreary bitterness.
The weapon gleamed in his taut grip, glimmering like an insidious serpent. He was much the parallel of his metallic companion. Gold. It was the first thing to be seen. Like his divinity, and the sallow pallor of his godly skin, he was golden, deserving of praising eyes. And like the gold of his blade, he had to be moulded and warped to become the blazing head of ferocity that he was.
The razor point of this gold was sharp and pointed like his wicked gaze, or even the jagged hook of his own nose; striking and disfiguring the courage and valour of countless souls, whose bloodied names blemished the grains of Time.
Just as his weapon, all the colour and gleam were at the head, nothing but blackness falling further below, leaving behind the marks of his black heart as he would leave his mottled footsteps upon white marble. The blackness used only as a mechanism of control, and an appearance of supremacy… of coldness.
The weapon was perfect, and had its anticipated effect upon the spirits it tarnished; as did its wielder. No vulnerability, no discrepancy; only a glazed twinkle of distorted light to indicate any source of consternation. The light a signal of a proper love once lost; love of people, love of country, love of an old self-image, love of a long dissipated soul mate. Only a gleam in the eye of the head carried the clue to a burden, the rest drifting to bleak, useless darkness.
And like the blood dripping from the tip of his metallic warhead, he was scarred, distorted… and ready for more.
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Not your typical Cronus. Because it's a kids' show, Cronus is one of those villains that are always easily foiled and made a fool of. I actually think he's one pretty scary guy from mythology. He has a personality, albeit an austere one, and he has hurts and bloodlust. He's not supposed to be a comedian.
I'm not against the cartoon's view of him, it's entertaining, but I just think there's more to him than what they put forward.
The whole project will consist of things like these, less than 500 words if I can help it. Symbolism is everywhere.
Please leave me a review and let me know if you like it, or if you have any suggestions for more.
Constructive criticism welcomed.
Love (and Happy Holidays),
~Toymaker
||… Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow …||
~Oscar Wilde