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Why did she want to go see Thalia so much? Evira is always sticking around Thalia, why doesn't she just stay and play with us?
The small cub's thoughts burned through her mind. She watched absent-mindedly as the dark colored ocelynx cub Argyl chomped somewhat reluctantly on a hard-shelled beetle as his lighter-colored brother, Roanoke goaded him on with teases on how "good it tasted", not about to let his brother out of this one.
Stupid Evira... Thalia's my friend too... She focused on the ground. The words that were exchanged a short while ago, were slowly being turned in her little head. Just because she's bigger, she thinks I can't learn too? Who is she to tell me what I should be?!
Evira and the brothers had been hanging out with Thalia and Laertes a bit more often than usual. They would disappear without saying anything to her, usually for hours on end. The boys would come back and play with her readily, but Evira would stand off more and more. It was almost a
How to play... a TzimisceAgain, the Sabbat isn't really my thing, but I actually have a kind of love to the Tzimisce clan which can have such strange characters, yet playable and interesting!
The Tzimisce clan is the clan that puts together so many concepts and so many myths around the vampire that for me, they're not just "one clan". Animal control masters, mansion holders, creepy dominion owners, eastern-european accents... Also, walking in long corridors with certain fabrics. That's all of what the Tzimisce make me think of when I first consider the clan. Of course it's cliché. That's the point, and that's what I'll try to fight or twist into interesting characters here.
Of course, to me, the urban monster is the Nosferatu, not the horrible alienesque Tzimisce, but that's because I'm European and if there's one clan I have a hard time imagining as modern, it's the Tzimisce.
It would be easy to make a difference between Old and New clan
Destiny of Four Prologue (REFERENCES TO BIRTH)
Destiny of Four Prologue
She paced in the forest, far beyond the limits of the clan camp. (Starclan, why? Why did you let her become leader and do all of this? The clans are doomed! No cat will stop her! She kills any in her path!) The tortoiseshell glanced up to the sky furiously, only to stop as she saw something. Her tail twitched unnaturally before she looked down toward her paws. "I see, Starclan. Thank you."
"Flowerheart's kitting!" "The leader's nieces and nephews are coming!" "Where's Morningleaf when you need her?"
Morningleaf re-entered camp to that. "SHUSH! I am here now!" She hurried into the nursery, shoving several warriors aside as she did, including Flowerheart's mate, Rootfang. Green eyes scanned a brown tabby. "How far apart are the contractions?" Flowerheart gasped out "a few momentS!" She yowled as one kit slid out. The medicine cat bent over the kit and sniffed it. "A gray tom." She waited for the next one and gave Flowerheart a stick to bite on. "Here comes the se
Boston's Finest Heist: Chapter TwoChapter Two
I sat in the living room with Kaitlyn at my side. It was about noon, the usual time we awoke. Duncan had left to go have lunch with Kate. They usually broke up and dated again a good two times per week.
“I still can’t believe that was last year…” I muttered, glancing at the sky-line.
Kaitlyn went cold with fear, unable to move.
“Yea…” She responded.
The door opened and Duncan ran in, heading towards his bedroom. Kate stood at the door with her arms crossed, glancing at us.
I turned around and glanced at Kate.
“You do know what happened between Duncan and I, right?” I questioned.
Her eyes widened and she looked over at me.
“What…?” She responded with a question.
“I b-bet you won’t d-do it!” Kaitlyn slurred with a smirk.
I glanced at Duncan with a half smile.
“How long d-do we have…?” I questioned
The lion and the shotgun
There he was...
In all his glory...
He was known as different names and meanings...
But what humans thought about him....
What animals thought about him....
No one could define him...
He was what he felt....
What he breathed...
He was the air...
He was just free....
His brave eyes feared others....
But he was just being himself...
He was brave....
He never hide....
He face his fate...
He created his fate...
He was not good....
He was not evil...
But than just for fun a shot....
The lion was bleeding...
The one who shot him...remain in the shadows...
The lion with a strong roar...show all his strong...
And than another shot...and another..
The human laugh...feeling strong for defeat the beast....
But for a seconds....even with all the distance between them..
Even with a weapon in his hands...
He felt the brave spirit from the last roar...
The claws was defeated...
The fire weapon was the winner...
In a world the cowards
Breaking Hope Fanfiction InformationSo this crossover fanfiction is gonna be about FNAP and MLP (my next gen) in the matter of fandoms. It's going to be sad and deep... PREPARE YOURSELVES
Stealth (FNAF OC)
Dusklight Twinkle (MLPNG)
Bright Shine (MLPNG)
Speedy (FNAF OC)
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria Owner/Boss
Solar Light (MLPNG)
Sonic Zoom (MLPNG)
Prism Dash (MLPNG)
The Princess and the Catfish
The following short story is based on a tumblr post by futuregroupie: "a disney movie where the princess meets her prince online"
But it’s the Internet: so the princess was pretending to be a young male servant, and the prince was pretending to be the princess.
The princess was known as “mysterious” and cold because she had never appeared in public. In reality, she was self-conscious because she wasn’t “princess-pretty” so she avoided the public and didn’t have any official/validated social media accounts where the lack of pictures would be painfully obvious.
The prince was from a young, progressive kingdom, and had initially set up the accounts as place holders for the mysterious princess so that someone couldn’t use them to impersonate her and ruin her reputation, and ultimately his re
PMD-U - Silent EchoHUNTERS GUILD: Silent Echo
Date Joined: Sept. 17, 2014
Current Funds: 0 St
-Characteristic: Quick Tempered
Gender: Female Age: 16 Years
Strength: 3 Agility: 3
Intelligence: 3 +2 Charisma: 1
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Dark -> Intelligence
Ice Shard - Sai's Egg Move, she rarely uses it, as it takes a lot of her energy and strength. To do so, she draws in the cold air around her, and makes one icicle-sword, rather than multiple shards of ice.
Feint Attack - Sai disappears while in motion, her shadow disappears as well. She sneaks up behind a Pokemon and reappears, before slashing out at them.
Icy Wind - Rather than the normal 'breath' move, Sai's Icy Wind attack is formed by concentrating on the cold aro
Merry Sport.featuring Lord Rowan of Glenmore
Hills between Glenwood and Loch Kerr
AUTUMN - Year 756 of the New Age
With his nose to the dirt Rowan picked his way through the underbrush of the northern Glenwood, his eyes only half opened as he tried his hardest to concentrate. He moved slowly, his hooves hesitantly taking one step after another as he attempted to feel the forest around him. Where the hell was that meadowoak? He knew it grew in this area, but for now, it was eluding him. How long had he been out here? Pretending to know what he was doing… as he aimlessly wandered around. He’d seen his father pick a lone, single plant of his choosing out of a dense field, simply by using his magic to locate it. He made it look so easy. Frustrated, the grey stag snorted at the forest floor, sending up a spray of leaves as he stopped to glance skyward.
His breath turned frosty white in the autumn air as he again sighed. The hillsides were quiet this time of year
Ash's choice a tf storyOne morning in Kanto young ash ketchum was walking in the forests when a butter free came along it noticed ash it flew up to him a spoke butterfree. Here's what it said will you join me as my child. Ash had no idea he said ummm sure? The butterfree sprinkled some magic on him and he grew shorter he grew big black eyes he grew greenish scales on his back he grew to more short legs his arms and legs shrunk to stumps and with minutes there stood a caterpie the butterfree sprinkled more magic on it as it lost its human memory's and became an egg
End. Hope u enjoyed
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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