Aerona

Decided to start a photography account here on dA. For all my friends who follow my journals and like photography it will be under Rebel-Wolf-Aerona. I hope to be improving my photography skills constantly so critiques help a great deal. That is pretty much it. Enjoy!

So this is a story that's been in my head for years and I finally wrote it down recently. It's only the second edit, so it still needs work, it's appreciated if you have any critiques. The name is also a working title, not sure if I like it or not, but for now it works.


Black and White
By: Aerona (Tristine Hansen)

In the beginning there was nothing, just empty darkness. The invisible lines between good and evil had not yet to be drawn, and not a soul had existed.  From the darkness emerged the gods, cradled within the vast darkness, they knew nothing, wanted nothing. The gods grew tired of only darkness, something had to change. Soon a world came into being, though nothing lived or thrived on the planet, it existed. The gods stared at this planet, and for once they felt empty, a longing for something they did not understand. In their attempts to understand this feeling the universe was created, and soon the darkness was filled with a vast amount of light. The darkness contrasted the light in a brilliant way and yet the gods longed still for something more, something that they could look upon and watch over. And thus life was given to the planets. On the first planet the gods created two souls, to be connected for all eternity. These souls were the first of many, but the gods held them dearly.

Once upon a time, the lifeless land was blessed two crows, one black who shimmered brightly within the light, to be loved and blessed for all of eternity, the other white, to live within the darkness and face many hardships. Their souls were connected by a powerful bond, and while the black crow could traverse the darkness with little ill effect to see its beloved, the white could not do the same. The light was harsh for the white, and would burn if it ever stayed too long, but the white did not envy the black, for it loved the other very deeply.
As time passed, the lines between good and evil were drawn, that of heaven, and that of hell. The black crow, belonging to the light was taken for heaven, while the white was left to wander the earth alone.

The white crow had struggled for very long upon earth, and in sacrificing itself for someone else was taken to heaven. There it met it's beloved black crow. The two crows could finally be together. The two were now angels of the planet Earth's god, to serve him and love him far above anyone else. The crows made love; such a thing was not frowned upon, for the crows loved one another. The temporary bliss the two felt would be short lived. The white crow had fallen deeply in love with the black crow, far deeper than it should.  Soon the white crow came to love the black more than their god. The god saw this, and in a rage at the white crow's betrayal to love them the most cast the white crow from heaven.

The black crow in heaven wept for its beloved, and asked the god for their forgiveness, the god could not forgive the white crow yet the god could not change the fate the two crows shared. Instead they told the black that they were allowed to keep their love, and a watchful eye would be kept upon the white crow.

The white fell to earth, yet its beautiful white wings were not tainted with the darkness of a fallen, no the marks were left upon its soul. Being separated from its love, the white's heart was filled with darkness. It was its own fate, for the white crow was to not stay within the light for long, even knowing so the crow had tried and failed.

Soon the white crow was drawn to hell, becoming more and more powerful, in the hope that such power would one day change the cruelness of fate. In the same way the black within heaven did the same, though their devotion stayed to their god, they longed for the white crow, praying that one day the white could travel through the light as well. To this day the twin crows are drawn together by fate, for they cannot be kept apart, but the marks upon the white's soul draw darkness and despair to it, for the wrath of a god, and the fate to stay within the darkness is not something that can be easily broken.

(Now this story is based on an rp character of mine that is very deeply loved, so the story won't be changed, but wording, sentence structure etc. is up for change. For my personal rp friends, who do you think this is about? XD)

Every now and then it seems like I can draw amazingly, other days it feels like my drawings suck, everyone else feel this way? It's not just feeling they do, even later when I look at them I am not happy. It's very odd, and frustrating. On the days when I have a ton of inspiration and want to draw until my hands go numb, I can't draw a single thing I like. and Thanks to my bad wrist, drawing for long periods of time (even though it is my left, while I am right handed) is impossible. /sigh Other days I want to draw very badly, but have naught an idea in my head. (read the two Alice books recently, it's rubbed off a bit on my inner monologues). Then every now and then I can draw something that surprises even me. I wish I could draw what I see in my head, but I've never been able to, it always changes as I draw, like my hands have a mind of their own. I have a degree in art, I should not have to deal with such challenges every time I try to draw, I feel it is because I do not draw enough. So does everyone feel this way, or is it just me?

Taking requests for Pokemon Art, let me know which pokemon you want!

I need a camera or a scanner, since mine doesn't work with windows 7 and the camera hath disappeared -.-' sad days in Tristine land

BTW Happy Halloween! I neeed candy