ROTG - SHIFT 2Mori emerges from the portal, following the deer in which Jack made.
“You now see the uncle, I not weak…i will start the new age of the SHIFTER’s.” Mori said as then he swayed from the side as with his own strength depleting from fighting his uncle (Mori end’s up leaning against the shifter for a bit and then manages to stand on his own 2 feet, barely).
Mori then looks back towards the Shifter in which Jack made as it then blew into flakes of snow.
“Thank you, my friend.” Mori said looking up as the snow caught into the wind, with his hair flowing in the same direction of the wind.
Just then Jack as he was back in Burgess, lying against Jamie’s house chimney closing his eyes in exhaustion from a hard day’s of work, of using his powers to help in Canada’s winter snow…then his eyes spike opened as snowflakes floated into the palm of his hand.
‘Where did you come from?’ Jack thought as he looked at the dusting o
Shift writer's contest.This is the story about how Mori (from :iconRotG-SHIFT-COMIC got his scarf.
this is for a contest in which to describe in from a personal character's point of view....keep in mind this person has just lost his entire species and he's the last of his kind.
I was wondering around the forest, after i had just become my human form....the night was dark and cold with only the moonlight swimming in and out of the tree tops...the night air was bitter enough for me to bare. I shifter-ed myself against a tree.
"Mum...please help me." i moaned.
I then drifted into a sleep.
'Mori....hey sweetheart, are you awake?' Came a female voice.
i opened my eyes up for a bit, rubbing them in lack of sleep i've had since becoming this form...then my eye beheld another Shifter. I instant jumped to my feet and ran towards the Shifter, but instead of my arms wrapping around it's neck, i past right through it as a ghost
"Who Are you?" i a
Anywhere (Frozen Woodlands Songfic)
(Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me
And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own
Take my hand)
As night fell, Snow and dream sand drifted through the starry sky. Mingling with the stars and the moon that shined brightly in the lonely darkness. Jack slowly and silently walked across the telephone lines, watching the as the golden grains drifted passed like silk on the wind. The sand broke as his hand glided through the middle, making a being appear that had black hair and glowing green eyes. the winter spirit blinked several times, tears beginning to form at the brim of his eyes. He was gone within moments, leaving a plume of unsettled snow...
(We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name)
"This isn't goodbye, Jack. When I beat my uncle and race,
The night that wakes the emotions
*Read the description box for the info what this is before you read it for to not be confussed!!*
A ROTG SHIFT FADE STORY.
THE NIGHT THAT WAKES THE EMOTIONS:
Around 30 years before Jack Frost become a guardian:
Mori sighed as he sat there in his usual hiding spot in the threes and turned his sight back to the spirit boy who once again had returned to the lake where he was brought back to life as a spirit by the moon. But that of course didn’t the boy know.
Mori could still not believe why the man in the moon had decided to save this boy but not any of the Shifters. This boy had only caused trouble in the 270 years he had lived. The only time he didn`t cause trouble for the other spirits or humans was when he played and had snowball fights whit the children, and of course the 270 nights when he had come here. He only come one day every year at this exact night, his first night he remember living.
Mori didn`t know why he kept coming back, he guessed it might be because he was rebor
ROTG Shift - SolidarityIt was a cold hard fact, etched into the very fabric of the physical world. There was no denying it, no negotiating it. And yet some part deep in the back of Mori’s mind couldn’t accept it.
He was standing in front of a mirror, and it was his own reflection that he saw staring back at him.
He tried to rationalise it. To put it off as a trick of the mind or maybe one of the elves had snuck something into that cookie earlier. Not that he’d particularly wanted the cookie, but they wouldn’t leave him be until he at least showed them that he’d taken a bite from one. But despite all the possibilities that came to mind, some more imaginative than others, he couldn’t change the fact that whenever he reached out a hand he would touch the cool smooth surface of the full-body mirror.
The ravenette had considered shifting into another form, just to see if the imposter in the mirror would do the same. But doing so would risk damage to the sleek new clothes the gu
SHIFT (Fade) CompetitionCRASH went the chair as it exploded against the hard wall.
“And last of all I hate you Jack Frost!” when he’d heard from the shadows that his Shifter ally had foolishly joined the Guardians‘ side, Pitch Black was in an absolute rage. The Man in the Moon had once again interfered and ruined what should’ve been the best of revenge. ‘Not that I would’ve been the one to have revenge anyway,’ Pitch had thought, ’But he should’ve at least given those pesky Guardians what they’d deserved.’ Mori had been just as eager to take out the Man in the Moon as Pitch was. Or still is.
He hated the fact that he was confined to his own home, a laughing stock to children everywhere, a mere former shadow of what he once was. He’d longed for those days to once again bring fear, for a world where even the Guardians were powerless to stop the growing paranoia in children’s fragile hearts and the insane terror in all of humanit
SHIFT - A Reason to FightThe snow had blanketed the park. It glittered in the weighed down branches of the trees and the icy ground. To a casual observer, it would have been a strange sight. The young man with hair too white for his years, walking through the newly-fallen snow, leaving behind no footprints. His breath formed no mists in the cold night air and even his crooked staff made no impression in the snow. His head was bowed in thought and sprinkles of snow dusted his blue hoodie.
Jack Frost raised his head and addressed the moon. “I can understand how hard it must have been.”
No reply came.
“Being alone for so long, without company or comfort. I could've easily been the same.” The boy paused, lost once more in his thoughts. When he spoke again, his voice was soft with sympathy.
“It would have been worse for Mori. I was lucky. I couldn't remember what I was missing. He knew exactly what he'd lost.” His head drooped again, shoulders hunching with misery.