As always, C+Cing as I go along:
Nahato floated, and watched the deadly grace of the sea
dragon as it approached. The undulating movements of its
fish-scaled body seemed to coincide with each gentle roll and dip
of the waves. An almost dead calm had fallen upon the Sea of
Tears in the presence of the monster; the winds had died to
nothing, so that the waves which had battered him and driven him
beneath the surface now became soft caressings that bobbed him up
and down like a buoy.
But he is a boy. (Yes. Feel free to slap me now. ^_^)
Tears, both of agony and grief, still lay upon his cheeks.
But the calm had fallen on him, too, in presence of the terrible
majesty.
But calm had fallen on him, too, in the presence
(works better for me. The other way sounded very awkward)
>
For the first time, he was staring his own death in the
face, only to find himself unafraid. It would be quick and
painless--he'd be a mere morsel to those vicious jaws. Or so he
told himself. But then he felt a warmth at his waist, soon
sapped by the chill of the sea.
Someone had a little too much to drink and couldn't hold it anymore, I see.
"You think such bonds can hold one such as I?"
So, Lemulla isn't into bondage. I think that's for the best. ^_^
then how the black of its eyes flickered and roiled, shadows over
shadows. He was in the presence of his god, or at least the eyes
of his god watched him from behind the gaze of this hapless
vessel.
So the god does have some influence in the real world. Interesting.
They were the last words she ever spoke. The jaws of the
dragon yawned wide as a cavern; the head plunged. Lemulla made
no sound as she was caught up and shaken, so that her body
cracked up and down like a whip. Nahato heard the snap as her
spine broke, and then all the other sounds, the tearing of flesh
and the splatter of blood upon the waves, was drowned out beneath
his own screaming.
Hmm. Tough boss.
"You're _designed_ to do what I tell you." Her brother
extracted a comb from his pocket and began to rearrange his
dishevelled hair. "And while murder between sibling rivals has a
grand and glorious tradition, history, literature and drama have
all shown that it seems to come for a bad end for the murdering
sibling."
heh. Nice rationalization for not whacking her on his part.
Nanami looked back, out of the corner of her eye, and saw
the light gleaming off the featureless oval of Lethiaphan's face.
Curling strands of green hair like
hair-like
(perhaps?)
"Infatuation! You jerk, what would you know about male-
female relationships anyway?"
"A lot. I'm attracted to you, after all." Katsuhiko replied.
The way he said it made her actually fear him, then, and not
just the power he had acquired. They had been Phantom Tribe,
yes, but they were still living things... and he talked about it
like someone else might talk about disposing of garbage.
Given which two members of the Phantom tribe they were, there really isn't
all that much difference
"I'd rather embrace one of your Bugrom," Nanami said dryly.
"Especially the cute one, Groucho."
A breeze blew gently through the long grass atop the cliffs
that rose hulkingly above the beach, and descended the stepped
walkway wind and rain had hollowed out in times out of mind. It
made tiny waves upon the grainy beach sand, and then broke upon
the stern of the overturned fishing boat before it could touch
the girl who sat with her back against the bow, braiding her
long hair.
Ah, finally back to her. All that's missing is an update on Ifurita now.
"No." She shook her head. "Not a dream. Just a feeling."
"Not all that men feel is sent from God," her father quoted.
Lord of Deeper Shadows: Yes, they are. They're all from me! MUHAHAHAHA!!!
"God speaks to the pure heart," she quoted in reply. They
smiled at one another, and he touched her shoulder.
"Don't backtalk me!" And he threw her over the cliffs and into the sea
below.
"We'll take the boat out tomorrow."
Cue the 'Gilligan's Island' theme
the cutter's passage. Makoto leaned over, hand on the railing,
and watched their swimmings in the depths. He'd always conceived
of the ocean as blue, but the lights of the boat and the night
sky showed how false that was--the ocean was a mirror,
Like Lethiaphan's face.
The teacher grinned. "Of course. We were stupid before,
coming at it one at a time.
Yes. You were.
"Back on Earth, would she look twice at me?"
Given how desperate she was, yes.
Makoto had no answer. The possibility of return to
returning
Earth
had nagged at him before, but had been subsumed since Ifurita's
loss by the question of her return. What would it be like to go
back, leave behind the friends he'd made, leave behind the beauty
of this place... go back to Earth and be normal, perhaps, unable
to communicate with machines at the touch of his hand...
But would you really want to talk to something Bill Gates designed? ^_^
of it. He reached out with his power, which felt rather like
trying to summon up the memory of a face, and found Lethiaphan.
Doing so made his mind feel greasy and queasy.
Like eating Mexican food.
"Fatora understands you need a guide," Alielle said.
"Someone who knows El-Hazard. And the priestesses... they live
rather cloistered lives. Sequestered in their remote seminaries
for years and years, with only other women--their teachers and
their fellow students--for company, hours of rigourous lessons
that leave them tired and sweaty at the end of the day, so that
only a long communal soak in the hot springs can relieve them..."
She paused. "Actually, it doesn't sound so bad."
Heh
Hmm. This one seemed shorter and very little happened, although it was
necessary to take some down time after the nasty fight last chapter. Less
grammar mistakes too (not that there was ever that many) Hope to see more
of this real soon.
D.B. Sommer