Bastion Archives Origins - Freedom by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
Bastion Archives Origins - Freedom
It is unknown how long the Bastion Archives has stood in place, hidden in a pocket dimension from those who seek it's destruction, but it is known that it was the last Bastion of knowledge for the Draenei race as a whole. Created by the self titled Templar Drenoku and a handful of less than honorable misfits behind the guise of dark magic, her goal was to protect all knowledge and redeem herself in the eyes of both herself and her people. When the Burning Legion attacked and the evacuation orders were given to flee to the Exodar, she instead locked herself in the Bastion, destroying the only gateway in or out. For wh
When our faces go Red,
We tread through Violet times,
And we go feeling Blue,
But cheer ourselves a mighty Yellow,
And finally at the end, we show our Green,
Orange you glad Indigo away?
Philosophy Project I by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
Philosophy Project I
"There is no true answer to why because you'll never find an answer that satisfies you."
One of many quotes I was told that always makes me think. In the end it is nothing more than simple philosophy that one must understand, but of course with so many out there and such people creating it everyday, how are we to know what to believe and what not to believe? Alas, the answer of 'why' - the greatest question of all - has yet the most simple answer that so many people refuse to seek out. As most of us, we seek to try and understand something using religious beliefs, whether be it God or the mighty equation we follow, it all comes back to re
Once upon a time there was three little pigs who grew up in a bad neighborhood with their mother who was beaten and raped on a daily basis by their father and his brother. The three pigs were sheltered from this abuse by their aunt for several years before finally going out on their own... shortly after the fueneral service for both the mother and aunt. They were told to be the best at what they did, and so they did. The first little piggy made a farm and a home made out of straw and wood, in hopes to have little piglets one day for incest purposes. The second little piggy made his home out of brick and wood, in the middle of a busy town
There was once a small bug who sought out a hug, it traversed the land in search of that perfect hug to make it a happy bug. It left it's belongings, it left who it was, and left it's life behind to find it. After years of searching for the perfect hug, it never found one. Down on it's luck, it sought to return home, to only realize it had nothing. It remembered it's little bug friends, and the hugs it was given, only to realize it had the hug the bug wanted after all, but instead now the bug had nothing, and that hug is unobtainable now.
TZC - Hidden Garden by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
TZC - Hidden Garden
Although not many would find home in a large, industrial plant underground, many have tried to make the best of it. Hundreds of survivors from pre-war that engulfed Mobius into terror, fire, and pure chaos, have now found refuge in the towering underground city. Although the entire city is just a large heap of scrap metal that no longer functions, the flowing magma that runs under the city still burns strong, giving heat to the orphans of Mobius. Strangely enough however, the city is still bright, from some of the buildings near the top of the cave, however none of the refugees really know why. Many teams have been sent to reach the top
The Breaking of a Heart by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
The Breaking of a Heart
The breaking of a heart,
Heard in all directions,
It cannot be stopped,
It cannot be fixed,
The breaking of a heart,
A traumatic incident,
Scars you for life,
Never to scab over,
The breaking of a heart,
Questions the very reality,
Of which one sees life,
And which caused this,
The breaking of a heart,
Questions who to blame,
Whos at fault and who is not,
Whom strikes the dagger,
The breaking of a heart,
Heard in all directions,
It cannot be stopped,
It cannot be fixed.
Black Rose - The Landing by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
Black Rose - The Landing
And the raven looked upon him,
For his black wings laid dormant,
Laying upon thy rock of metal,
Motionless, never moving,
The wind of life never stirring,
The ocean of hair waivering,
But a burning passion laid upon,
Terra covered what little flesh,
But the bone moved once,
And then twice is shook,
And thrice did it stand and fall,
As the wings studdered and fell,
And the raven looked upon him,
For his black wings laid dormant.
Laying upon thy air of life,
Motionless, never stopping...
Bastion Archives Origins - Freedom by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
Bastion Archives Origins - Freedom
It is unknown how long the Bastion Archives has stood in place, hidden in a pocket dimension from those who seek it's destruction, but it is known that it was the last Bastion of knowledge for the Draenei race as a whole. Created by the self titled Templar Drenoku and a handful of less than honorable misfits behind the guise of dark magic, her goal was to protect all knowledge and redeem herself in the eyes of both herself and her people. When the Burning Legion attacked and the evacuation orders were given to flee to the Exodar, she instead locked herself in the Bastion, destroying the only gateway in or out. For wh
When our faces go Red,
We tread through Violet times,
And we go feeling Blue,
But cheer ourselves a mighty Yellow,
And finally at the end, we show our Green,
Orange you glad Indigo away?
Philosophy Project I by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
Philosophy Project I
"There is no true answer to why because you'll never find an answer that satisfies you."
One of many quotes I was told that always makes me think. In the end it is nothing more than simple philosophy that one must understand, but of course with so many out there and such people creating it everyday, how are we to know what to believe and what not to believe? Alas, the answer of 'why' - the greatest question of all - has yet the most simple answer that so many people refuse to seek out. As most of us, we seek to try and understand something using religious beliefs, whether be it God or the mighty equation we follow, it all comes back to re
Once upon a time there was three little pigs who grew up in a bad neighborhood with their mother who was beaten and raped on a daily basis by their father and his brother. The three pigs were sheltered from this abuse by their aunt for several years before finally going out on their own... shortly after the fueneral service for both the mother and aunt. They were told to be the best at what they did, and so they did. The first little piggy made a farm and a home made out of straw and wood, in hopes to have little piglets one day for incest purposes. The second little piggy made his home out of brick and wood, in the middle of a busy town
There was once a small bug who sought out a hug, it traversed the land in search of that perfect hug to make it a happy bug. It left it's belongings, it left who it was, and left it's life behind to find it. After years of searching for the perfect hug, it never found one. Down on it's luck, it sought to return home, to only realize it had nothing. It remembered it's little bug friends, and the hugs it was given, only to realize it had the hug the bug wanted after all, but instead now the bug had nothing, and that hug is unobtainable now.
TZC - Hidden Garden by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
TZC - Hidden Garden
Although not many would find home in a large, industrial plant underground, many have tried to make the best of it. Hundreds of survivors from pre-war that engulfed Mobius into terror, fire, and pure chaos, have now found refuge in the towering underground city. Although the entire city is just a large heap of scrap metal that no longer functions, the flowing magma that runs under the city still burns strong, giving heat to the orphans of Mobius. Strangely enough however, the city is still bright, from some of the buildings near the top of the cave, however none of the refugees really know why. Many teams have been sent to reach the top
The world how I see it. by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
The world how I see it.
The World.
The world is nothing more than a personal hell for most, death, pain, suffering, yet its still allowed. We don't do anything because we are so focused on our own lives, that we must live like a pack of animals, following one Alpha Male. Almost like a tribe that spans over a large piece of land. Even the ones who see it this way, will still do nothing, because they are no better than the people of the outside world. They are just like everyone else. All looking the same, thinking the same, even speaking the same. Half of the time when I try to go to the outside world, its nothing more than words with so many meanings that it
Darkness of the Night by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
Darkness of the Night
Do you believe things that go bump in the night, like monters under your bed or in your closet? Of course not, most people dont because it is just a childs imagination that makes them believe in it, or is it. My encounter with the, "monters of a childs imagination" could just change your mind. The monster is quite real, and it did want me dead, why it couldn't bring itself to kill me, well I'll let you read that for yourself.
It all started one night in October, I believe it was about midnight on holloween, I couldn't sleep at all, I kept hearing noises come from parts of my room, but I just tried to ignore it. Finally I heard something
Now the realm isn't some kind of horror filled zombie ridden realm, its quite peaceful... all exept for a house on a little hill just north of Cydersville. Now the people of Cydersville is usually happy, they dont kill each other, they get along, but suspisions have risen when a small house appeared overnight on a hill nearby. Also they next day, the students at Cydersville Highschool got a new student, named Leonis Alabar. Now Leonis isn't what most call, 'little angel', more like satanic demon child. She doesn't have very many friends, no friends to be exact. The teachers, students, even the princable, Mr. Lankston, fears her. Now the
She was a troubled girl, says the color of her dress
hanging over a torn up and damaged door;
a sad one too, says the tear soaked bed in
the corner; A strange, God-hating
one, says the carving in the wall and
the positions of the rocks on the shelf;
but not a girl of society, say the poems
of suicide and depression on the desk.
A cat lived with her, says the scratching
post near the door with catnip covering the
floor around it, and it lived in the room
says the bag of cat food ripped open.
Light was scarce, say the candles melted
on the desk dripping down to the floor,
and so was food, say the half eaten bars
of food and bags
Philosophy Project I by LeonisTheEnigma, literature
Literature
Philosophy Project I
"There is no true answer to why because you'll never find an answer that satisfies you."
One of many quotes I was told that always makes me think. In the end it is nothing more than simple philosophy that one must understand, but of course with so many out there and such people creating it everyday, how are we to know what to believe and what not to believe? Alas, the answer of 'why' - the greatest question of all - has yet the most simple answer that so many people refuse to seek out. As most of us, we seek to try and understand something using religious beliefs, whether be it God or the mighty equation we follow, it all comes back to re
I'm a quiet artist who goes back and forth between creating art, and embracing it. Most of the time I'm enjoying the art of sound, especially anything handcrafted by a single person, or even just a handful of collaborating artists. Usually remixes of anything related to Sonic the Hedgehog get me as the music created from it is simply amazing.
When I do make art, I never rush myself, instead forcing myself to stay on the ball, sometimes going back to add detail and enrich what the art is. I'd love to draw, but in time maybe I will, as I am unable to even make straight lines without the use of a ruler.