whynotsin

Not saying you haven't already.

Nice job Vlad, Keep the experiment going try try again until you succeed.

Whynasin could have joined his trapped brethren He could have slipped back in the way he came out. But then he would be just like them forgotten and then truly they would be dead. Fossils trapped inside of the ether of time and space. The only benefit he saw in this was for him to be with his kind And so with this post I declare it Open, Whynotsin cuts a ribbon and the egar crowds prepare to post their vesion of The lost child of the stars history. Keep in mind that Whynasin behaves like a Loque I think I wrote it correct, any way he has a lot of mischeif. Also do not send him to his own Dimension.

In his stolen Seraph body Whynasin took the beating of Vincent. The sprit of Tera was in league with Vincent it knew Whynasin had strayed from the path of protector; Vincent chanted Sending more attacks toward him. The rock around him was tightening making it harder for him to breath. The bones in his wings snapped, pain shot through his body. Pain a strange sensation he never let him self-feel consumed him. Using his broken wings he launched himself from the ground. Blood was dripping everywhere. With every movement Whynasin was filled with more pain. Vincent looked at the broken and tattered body of his opponent and wondered how any being could go on like that, Godlike or not. Whynasin popped his dislocated shoulder back into place and stretched out his arm towards Vincent motioning for him to come and attack. Deep streams of blood where coming from his nose and mouth and his eyes began to bleed. He began to laugh as Vincent closed lined him sending them to the ground again. Vincent began to beat on him again and again. In between the loud thwacks of bony fist colliding with Whynasin’s face you could hear Him saying “Did you see your father eyes when He screamed out in pain? I think you remember see the charred bodies of your village don’t you. You where to busy somewhere else to save your own people” Maniacal laughter came out of the Whynasin’s Seraph body. Whynasin brought his sword from out of the ether and drove it into Vincent’s side. Whynasin looked into Vincent’s eyes and saw them widen in pain as the blade slide into his body. The Seraph spread his wings and lunched himself into the air chanting a healing spell to stop the bleeding. Whynasin tired of his Seraph body and choose to faze back to his elf-child body. From the within the Tera Whynasin forced to massive energy balls and sent them flying towards Vincent. Just as Vincent was finished healing he was faced with the Elf-Child Whynasin wielding his sword while being chased by two Energy balls..

soon it will be open, after I establish a few more things. Yes on Tera he finds Half-light that is as close to his pure light as he has been able to get to.

I think if you added one more stanza to help carry out the theme a bit more.

Whynasin did not see the need anymore to protect anyone as those before him had done. No one remembered his kind no one left to mourn them except for himself. They say that the only true way to kill a God is to forget them. To turn your back to them. The ages passed and the only free one of his kind grew bitter and insane. He played tricks on mortal and immortal alike. Driving others mad. He could not know the sweet release of death so he fought any who appeared to be a challenge. None presented themselves to be that challenge that he sought, none could offer his deathblow. Until he arrived at Tera, There he found the purist of the children of light. There he would battle. There he found those still worthy. Even if they where half-light.

IC It took a moment for Whynasin to realize that they where addressing him, How could these children of diluted light see him. Or even sense him. Whynasin went over to the Elwen the elf maiden with the harp and began to play a ghostly melody; He looked over at Zariah as she pushed of Fountain from off of her. His face was red as a fresh cherry. It amused him that they got so nervous. Elwen twirled around and produced a small dagger. The blade nicked Whynasin as he jumped back. An eerie glow came from his small wound. The Crow came flying over pecking at the air. Trying to get what ever was hiding The words of Vlad echoed in his mind. Was he a child of starlight? Whynasin healed his wound and stepped back into a shadow. The air in the room was very tense for a moment and then relaxed. Only that now all where on guard. More memory came flooding in and Whynasin became further aware of who he was. There was a grand battle with a Seraph OOC: refer to third annual archmage royal rumble, Whynasin battle with Vincent Silver, and A Histroy for more info on Whynasin.

Maybe this version is a little better, tell me if it's any better. Caught in an ambush, Facing down the barrel of a gun, The one holding it your self You never learned to let go, So now you pay, The rest of the world laughs at you Watching you struggle with invisible demons You look a little further ahead and you see more invisible beast But…… All you have to do is open your eyes And let go. Forget about the woes and go.

ah I guess, something I threw out there. maybe I will

Such pain in your words. The pain of loss sometime can be to much for a person. That's when you hav to keep insight the goal........TO LIVE A DEE-LISH LIFE.

what drives any of us. that should be a forum of it's own.

Caught in an ambush. Your self on one side of the path, And your self on the other. You never learned to let go. So now you’re trapped between your self and your self. The rest of the world laughs at you . While you battle all the demons within. A little further down the path are yet more demons But…… All you have to do is open your eyes And like that they all go away.

Mine is just fine, correct as the rain.

Very very good.....for a (commiE) just kiding lol. I have jokes, ha har har.

I think I was trying to comment on the nature of all relationships, that they tetter on an edge inside of a delicate bubble. And that the only thing truely inmportant is the moment that you have with another person. Because the bubble may burst or it may fall over the edge.

Whynasin became obbssed with finding the other children , hopping to cling to what ever was left. HE found Angels and powerful mages, He found the Seraph but thier blood had been so watered down that they no longer where immortal. The originals all killed. No one left to remember the ancients.

Capt. Yossarian from Catch-22, I can just identify with him. People often compare me to hm don't know if thats a good or bad thing.

The Elf-child thrashed about violently on the ground. All battle had stopped now. No mage threw a spell no blade came down. The only sound that could be heard where the bone chilling screams of pain issuing from Whynasin. Vincent’s Light was, more pure then any of the other half-lights he had ever meet. It burned into his being. The other combatants in the arena stepped back Sardin jumped out of the brilliant light in just in time. The grass was peeling away, none of these other combatants could have endured these long while being pummeled by Vincent. Whynasin’s screams turned into crazed laugher as first his ribs where broken by the attack and then his legs. Where once there was skin and muscle now was exposed the pure light of the Gods. Vincent’s and Whynasin’s passed over each other as Whynasin reverted back to his true form Vincent’s attack now fell through Whynasin and hit the ground leaving small craters the size of basketballs showing just how hard he had been hitting Whynasin. The grass around them vaporized and all that was left was hard rock. Whynasin fazed into the form of the First Seraph and pushed Vincent of himself. Both of their auras where now brighter then the brightest sun. he two angel like beings crashed against each other and gripped each other in different places. Bones could be heard snapping but neither one cared all that they now wanted was the defeat of the other. Vincent’s cloths was torn and ripped and burned of in places. Each one sent a more devastating blow then the one before, the tears that where going down Vincent’s face at first where now replaced with blood.

Whynasin had fallen asleep in the corner of the room while Fountain stood staring at Zariah. Indeed she was beautiful Bu he did not understand why the boy stared for so long. After what appeared to be hours an elf maiden showed up. She offered her help to the group. The huge Crow that sat next to Zariah looked around the room as if it saw something. It left Whynasin a little nervous but he was confident that none of these half children of light could actually see him. Just for fun Whynasin tripped the dreamy youth as he paced back and forth. He landed on top of Zariah. He looked up at her his face turning red with embracement. Whynasin chuckled inside of his mind at his bit of mischief.

At night I lay Looking up at the stars Making friends with shadows The sweet sound of owls rocking me to sleep The soft breeze takes me to places unseen. Merrily I lay Whispering softly to the wind. Telling her to stay O what a delicious life To live in this moment To breathe the night To reminisce about the day The thought of just sinking into sleep, To be taken away to a never land To wield a mighty sword And romance a pure maiden Yes this is a wonderful moment A moment in which my heart jumps at the thought Yes to escape for just the night Into vast unending lands

Your song inspired me to write this poem i think it resonates with yours. I'm not that good at giving direct feed back so here. Tonight the moonshines on you Alone on a pedestal you wait For life to sweep you up And take you away Your a single breath from being swept away Hold on tight You can’t run away Grab it by the horns don’t wait Just jump in its always your turn.

Your creamy smooth skin Melts into mine. As together we travel beyond the edge. A continues moment. An eternity. You and me. In a bubble of time.

I'll Be posting more of the history of whynasin as it becomes more evident

The History of Whynasin The Ancients had left behind nothing but crumbling cities. They did not need the grand buildings or the technology that had taken eons to make. They as a race had reached the highest level of evolution. They had gained the ability to change the state of their matter with thought. Pure energy and pure thought is what they had become. With this they could travel the universe and all the dimensions of space and time. With their minds they could create or destroy. As they encountered the race of man they where reminded of their origins. Man saw these beings as Gods and based all his beliefs on them. This race of ancients soon dispersed across the ether of time and space taking many forms where ever they went. The one great downfall of this grand race was that they could no longer mate with one another in their true form of energy and thought. Instead they had to adopt physical forms to reproduce. Their offspring were immortal and strong. They where however not even close to their creators in ability or anything else. After countless ages the Ancients gathered in their original dimension to try and create another such as them self’s. With great efforts each of the ancients contributed a portion of their being to create a child. The only true offspring the Ancients ever created was born they gave him the name of Whynasin. Unfortunately for the Ancients the creation of the One caused the collapse of the dimension they where in. It began to collapse because of the great amounts of energy exerted by the Ancients to create the one. Whynasin was thrust into the ether of time and space with out a sense of direction. Those who had created him where trapped in an eternal prison of the Gods. It was said that every star was really just a window into that prison of the Gods. Whynasin the one now drifted for Eons. Passing from dimension to dimension. Possessing the collective memory of his kind he knew of where all the half-ling where. Whynasin let his energy drift-letting fate guide him to where ever. In all the eons of his wanderings all he could think of was how to free those that where trapped because of his creation. The Ancients as he called them for they had no name and being older then most of creation considered them self’s to be thusly had traveled the universe curious to find others such as them self’s. From time to time they would settle on planets that had life and mate with one of the natives. The Ancients before they could mate had to adopt the form of one of the natives. The children born these way grew up and had powers beyond that of any on there world Those children mated with others like them self’s or with mortals until they had races established. One thing that would happen on these worlds was worship. The peoples of these primitive cultures would see the Ancients as Gods. Thinking that they had created everything. Most of the Ancient helped the peoples they encountered them, protecting them nurturing their children that where spread out across the ether. They in time became the forgotten guardians and guiding sprits of the universes.