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Description
Entry Number one! Above
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About the picture:
ok this took forever... i tried to make it look princessy and kinda flowly, with a Magic Knights Rayearth feel to it... I like how the hair came out... w00t ^_^ lol
actually i like how everything turned out o.o....
Time: 7-8 hours x_x.... lol damn those ruffles lol...
the caption says:
"Come with me... I'll show you the way..."

Entry Number Two! Below (Short story about the character)
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The air was still cold with the breathe of frozen dew still stuck to the buds of the new flowers. The court yard sparkled with the light of a million stars, and the air smelled as sweet as sweet lips of a goddess.
The blankets of the royal bed chamber slid over the pale, snow white skin of the kingdom's princess. Legs heaved over the bed and rounded, cute toes fell softly on the marbled floors.
With a stretch and a short yawn, she began to dress, first removing her night gown, and slipping on a loose fitting, flowing dress, that ended at the middle of her legs. The material of that dress tickled at her knees as if a hundred fluttering butterlies had taken flight.
She strode across the marble floor, flipping through a full closet of royal attire, and chose an over coat that gave her body a shape more flattering then that lilac under skirt.
Boots, and a cloak to protect her shoulders were soon to follow.
A few moment later, she left her room and began down the infinate corridors of the castle, knowing where she walked before she took the first step.

*****

Sleep still tugged at his eyes. They fluttered open.
Yawning, he could smell the stentch of the huge divide of class. He had lived it all of his life.
He breathed deep, taking in his humble home with his mother. She had already awoken, and had began to chop cabbage with a dull clever, and on a whobbley cutting board.
He didnt need to dress, for he had slept in his clothes for warmth the night before. He got up from his moth eatten bed, and made his way through a shottily put together living room, to kiss his mother good bye.
He knew they didnt want to eat another serving of boiling water and salty gabbage for dinner tonight.
They needed food.
And he was going to get it...

******

After a short journey down the halls of the castle, she made her way to the front gates. Waving goodbye to the guards, and putting the gleaming towers fo her home behind her, she walked out into the city of her people.
The roads were dusty, and poorly looked after. She looked out of place with her sparkling outfit, but she continued onward. She didnt know why, exactly, she had decided to come out today. Fresh air? Maybe.
Every foot step made her hair flutter like spun glass of a demon. The blue hair made the royal family stand out from the rest of the common people. She strode on.
Soon she heard the boisterious chatter and sounds of the market place. People were selling everything from fruits and vegetables, to used goods found from across the seas. The people that had these amazing things must have risked life and liberty to bring them back here, and then to sell them. Most of these items were illegal to buy, but amazing to show off.
Her eye had been caught by a lovely bracelet adorned with brightly colored jewels, and tempered gold. It was obvious that this had come from the far east.
Stepped off the path of the market place, and walked to the vendor.
Suddenly came a crash, and the clammering of armor. She knew the sound well.
Guards.

******

He left his shack of a home, and started down the path to the market place.
The sun had begun to set, and the long fingers of purple glow that belonged to the night, began to spread across the sky. The once bright blue had metamorphissed into an explosion of fire reds, and icey purples. They blended together seamlessly.
For this time of night, the market was still pretty busy. He didn't seem to bother anyone, because he blended right in, like the colors of the sky. His boyish stature added to his not being seen.
He headed down the long street of the market, heading to the baked goods. His stomach growled in the memory of gabbage that was eatten all to often.
He could smell the bread and the donuts, and the bagels...
His mouth began to water...
Just a loaf would be fine for him and his mother, he thought. Just a quick dart of the hand...
He made his way through some other bakery patrons, and hid down near the side in which the baker couldnt see. But the baker had noticed him none the less, for this wasn't the most honest of kingdoms.
The baker, which was wearing the customed white garb, had had his attention taken away by another patron which hoped to buy a dozen dinner rolls.
His eyes darted back and forth between the baker, and the patron.
He had gotten nervous, for he knew what would happen if he was caught. The gaurds would take you away into the castle's jail and hold you there untill you confessed... then you were at the mercy of the other commoners. At this point you were usually put to hanging.
He knew all of this from the death of his father. He was much younger, but still remembered.
He slowly started to hover his hand between two other potential buyers, and soon he felt the heat of the freshly baked bread.
His fingers slowly closed around the soft exterior of the loaf of bread.
He pulled it away.
Home free.
The baker had concluded his business with the other patron, and had turned his head to notice that little boy just as he was tucking one of his loafs into his grungy coat pockets.
"Theif!"
His heart stopped.
For a moment he thought he could feel his heart wanting to burst from his chest.
He bolted through the people, as the clanging of the nearest guards came thundering down like the hand of god.

******

"Thief!" She heard, shouted from behind her.
Next thing she knew she felt a large object collide with her from the back.
A loaf of hot bread came rolling infront of her, and she turned around to see a young boy, fallen on the ground, eyes wet with fear, and breathing heavy with exhaustion.
She knelt down gently and smiled a soft smile.
The thunder of her own guards approached them.
Shoving her hand down and out towards him, she uttered;
"Come with me, I'll show you the way..."
The young boy took her hand, and she helped him up onto his feet.
She brought a pale finger up to his face, and wiped away a stray tear. They were both surprised by the heavily armor glad guards. They had seen that they princess was standing before them.
"We were chasing a boy, your highness, that was thought to be a thief..."
At this moment, the boy shuddered behind her, gently grabbing at the back of her cloak.
"Oh this boy? Of course not." She put down the bracelet that she hadnt made up her mind on buying, and dug into a pocket of her cloak. "He was buying a loaf of bread for me. Make sure this gets to the baker of this bread."
She handed the guards enough money to pay for the bread.
They nodded and started back down the dusty, purple hued road of the market place.

*****

He looked up at the princess, and knew exactly who she was.
She had told him that she understood why he took the bread.
From that day on, the boy and his mother had been invited to the castle, to live and work for the royal family, the mother as a cook, and the boy as an errand boy, for he had out run the royal guards...

*****
The End

About the story!!:
Ok, so i just sorta sat down and began to write... lol i didnt know anything about this character sakyra... sorry ^_^; but i think it turned out kewl in a nifty, two sided story kinda way... hmm.. lol
yeah well i hope every one enjoyed! feed back on the story or the picture would be great appreciated ^^

Description
Entry Number one! Above
-----------------------------
About the picture:
ok this took forever... i tried to make it look princessy and kinda flowly, with a Magic Knights Rayearth feel to it... I like how the hair came out... w00t ^_^ lol
actually i like how everything turned out o.o....
Time: 7-8 hours x_x.... lol damn those ruffles lol...
the caption says:
"Come with me... I'll show you the way..."

Entry Number Two! Below (Short story about the character)
-----------------------------
The air was still cold with the breathe of frozen dew still stuck to the buds of the new flowers. The court yard sparkled with the light of a million stars, and the air smelled as sweet as sweet lips of a goddess.
The blankets of the royal bed chamber slid over the pale, snow white skin of the kingdom's princess. Legs heaved over the bed and rounded, cute toes fell softly on the marbled floors.
With a stretch and a short yawn, she began to dress, first removing her night gown, and slipping on a loose fitting, flowing dress, that ended at the middle of her legs. The material of that dress tickled at her knees as if a hundred fluttering butterlies had taken flight.
She strode across the marble floor, flipping through a full closet of royal attire, and chose an over coat that gave her body a shape more flattering then that lilac under skirt.
Boots, and a cloak to protect her shoulders were soon to follow.
A few moment later, she left her room and began down the infinate corridors of the castle, knowing where she walked before she took the first step.

*****

Sleep still tugged at his eyes. They fluttered open.
Yawning, he could smell the stentch of the huge divide of class. He had lived it all of his life.
He breathed deep, taking in his humble home with his mother. She had already awoken, and had began to chop cabbage with a dull clever, and on a whobbley cutting board.
He didnt need to dress, for he had slept in his clothes for warmth the night before. He got up from his moth eatten bed, and made his way through a shottily put together living room, to kiss his mother good bye.
He knew they didnt want to eat another serving of boiling water and salty gabbage for dinner tonight.
They needed food.
And he was going to get it...

******

After a short journey down the halls of the castle, she made her way to the front gates. Waving goodbye to the guards, and putting the gleaming towers fo her home behind her, she walked out into the city of her people.
The roads were dusty, and poorly looked after. She looked out of place with her sparkling outfit, but she continued onward. She didnt know why, exactly, she had decided to come out today. Fresh air? Maybe.
Every foot step made her hair flutter like spun glass of a demon. The blue hair made the royal family stand out from the rest of the common people. She strode on.
Soon she heard the boisterious chatter and sounds of the market place. People were selling everything from fruits and vegetables, to used goods found from across the seas. The people that had these amazing things must have risked life and liberty to bring them back here, and then to sell them. Most of these items were illegal to buy, but amazing to show off.
Her eye had been caught by a lovely bracelet adorned with brightly colored jewels, and tempered gold. It was obvious that this had come from the far east.
Stepped off the path of the market place, and walked to the vendor.
Suddenly came a crash, and the clammering of armor. She knew the sound well.
Guards.

******

He left his shack of a home, and started down the path to the market place.
The sun had begun to set, and the long fingers of purple glow that belonged to the night, began to spread across the sky. The once bright blue had metamorphissed into an explosion of fire reds, and icey purples. They blended together seamlessly.
For this time of night, the market was still pretty busy. He didn't seem to bother anyone, because he blended right in, like the colors of the sky. His boyish stature added to his not being seen.
He headed down the long street of the market, heading to the baked goods. His stomach growled in the memory of gabbage that was eatten all to often.
He could smell the bread and the donuts, and the bagels...
His mouth began to water...
Just a loaf would be fine for him and his mother, he thought. Just a quick dart of the hand...
He made his way through some other bakery patrons, and hid down near the side in which the baker couldnt see. But the baker had noticed him none the less, for this wasn't the most honest of kingdoms.
The baker, which was wearing the customed white garb, had had his attention taken away by another patron which hoped to buy a dozen dinner rolls.
His eyes darted back and forth between the baker, and the patron.
He had gotten nervous, for he knew what would happen if he was caught. The gaurds would take you away into the castle's jail and hold you there untill you confessed... then you were at the mercy of the other commoners. At this point you were usually put to hanging.
He knew all of this from the death of his father. He was much younger, but still remembered.
He slowly started to hover his hand between two other potential buyers, and soon he felt the heat of the freshly baked bread.
His fingers slowly closed around the soft exterior of the loaf of bread.
He pulled it away.
Home free.
The baker had concluded his business with the other patron, and had turned his head to notice that little boy just as he was tucking one of his loafs into his grungy coat pockets.
"Theif!"
His heart stopped.
For a moment he thought he could feel his heart wanting to burst from his chest.
He bolted through the people, as the clanging of the nearest guards came thundering down like the hand of god.

******

"Thief!" She heard, shouted from behind her.
Next thing she knew she felt a large object collide with her from the back.
A loaf of hot bread came rolling infront of her, and she turned around to see a young boy, fallen on the ground, eyes wet with fear, and breathing heavy with exhaustion.
She knelt down gently and smiled a soft smile.
The thunder of her own guards approached them.
Shoving her hand down and out towards him, she uttered;
"Come with me, I'll show you the way..."
The young boy took her hand, and she helped him up onto his feet.
She brought a pale finger up to his face, and wiped away a stray tear. They were both surprised by the heavily armor glad guards. They had seen that they princess was standing before them.
"We were chasing a boy, your highness, that was thought to be a thief..."
At this moment, the boy shuddered behind her, gently grabbing at the back of her cloak.
"Oh this boy? Of course not." She put down the bracelet that she hadnt made up her mind on buying, and dug into a pocket of her cloak. "He was buying a loaf of bread for me. Make sure this gets to the baker of this bread."
She handed the guards enough money to pay for the bread.
They nodded and started back down the dusty, purple hued road of the market place.

*****

He looked up at the princess, and knew exactly who she was.
She had told him that she understood why he took the bread.
From that day on, the boy and his mother had been invited to the castle, to live and work for the royal family, the mother as a cook, and the boy as an errand boy, for he had out run the royal guards...

*****
The End

About the story!!:
Ok, so i just sorta sat down and began to write... lol i didnt know anything about this character sakyra... sorry ^_^; but i think it turned out kewl in a nifty, two sided story kinda way... hmm.. lol
yeah well i hope every one enjoyed! feed back on the story or the picture would be great appreciated ^^