Hexenvalze - Sketch 3From the Journal of Icaritus Gregorio Jurian, age 9.
Dear Diary/// No, pardon me. I mean Dear Journal. Real men write Journals. Real men also stand up to their problems. Dear Journal, I regret to tell you that I have a problem of utmost emergency, one that shall decide whether or not I will continue to call you a Journal or if I must tuck my tail between my legs and be content with the disgrace of rebaptizing you as a Diary. Gladly, you are not impatient and nor are you quick to judge, which is why I will convey to you the circumstances of my woe.
Today marked the day I entered my new domain, where I, at the top my entrance class, would firmly establish my dominion over that which is rightfully mine. At least, that had been my plan. You know very well the strategies I disclosed within your pages over the past several weeks. You know even more well the flawlessness of each movement and the brilliance of every precaution I took to prevent any errors in the execution of having my p
DotW RP: Lyn confronts RowanMatrixPotato:
Lyn's steps were hard and fast as she trotted with a purpose through The Valley. She was still quite distraught over the departure of her close friend Delu and their last interaction had been quite hard on her. However, there was one wolf who she needed an answer from. Her nose pulled her toward the northeast border, where she could smell the presence of a certain male. As she broke through the dense forest and into a smaller meadow, she could see the silhouette of the wolf she was after; his dark figure was a stark contrast to the white snow around him. His back was to her and he was sitting, seeming to stare up at the mountains that encased the east side of Chandor.
Lyn stopped for a moment, still quite a few yards away from him. She tried to get control of her breathing and unclench her jaw. Emotions were flurrying inside of her, like the many snowflakes that danced in the breeze around her. She didn't want to come at him screaming, but she couldn't help fee
The Dragon Slayer and the Lone Child Reprise...Spiral Rose - The Dragon Slayer and the Lone Child...
Written and published by Ty Travis
Remade by Commander Nova
It was a quiet night in the forest, Jack had already set out for his evening stroll while Cassie prepared dinner. As the young Sangheili walked deeper and deeper in the forest, he could not help but feel as if something was watching him. Of course Jack watched his back and even carried his katana for his own safety, yet he could not tell if he was even being watched at all. Perhaps it was just an animal assuming Jack to be another creature- trying to determine if he was friend or foe. He was the only Sangheili on earth after all.
For now, at least...
Jack typically walked a two-mile long trail that started from behind his house and lead back to the front of it. The trail had a massive clearing at the halfway point, marked with a monstrous boulder at its center. As Jack got closer and closer to the bou
Quohbaan musicQuohbaanic Music usually consists of drums, harps, flutes, song, or anything that can produce a clean sound. Flutes and drums are however the most common instruments you would hear amongst quohbaans along with some singing. Harps and other string instruments are mostly used in times of celebration along with an instrument that the quohbaans call a "sukahyahnja" which is a type of wind based instrument that produces a lower tone flute noise, kind of like a less raspy trumpet.
A Passing CareDulce x Athena
Athena yawned and stretched on a sun-baked rock, enjoying the last warmth of the day. Eyes half-closed, she gave a contented sigh, enjoying the solitude. Night would be here soon, and it would be time to move on.She'd spent too long in Kausen territory as it was. Even though she had not stolen any prey or shown herself to any of the pack's members, it wouldn't be too long before they realized she was here.
Dulce was walking to watch the sunset, as she used to do every day.Nothing new. The same thing, she felt discouraged.
She was a little inattentive when stumbled upon a large branch and arrested the paw.Tried to pull her leg, but she was definitely stuck. "Oh, come on!" Exclaimed angrily, the day couldn't get any worse.It was getting late and she was worried about that.
The outcry of another wolf caught Athena's attention. She perked up, ears swiveling as she tried to pinpoint th
UnLupeitledEse día parecía haber sido el peor. Caminaba de una punta de la habitación a la otra con la vista clavada en la nada y el pensamiento lejos. Muy lejos. Perdido en un lugar, en algo o alguien que detestaba. El ruido de sus tacones resonaba en el piso de madera.
Estaba... ¿Roto? No, claro que no. Lupe nunca se rompía, él no se quebraba. O al menos nadie le había visto quebrarse.
Pero no, no había sido tanto como para llegar a quebrarlo, quizá si a alterar su humor. Pero el cachorro no se doblegaba ante tal cosa.
Habían pasado diez minutos, y no tenía idea de por qué había pedido por su presencia o puede que existiera una mínima sospecha, pero allí estaba, esperando a que se dignara a aparecerse.
Inspiró y se sentó sobre el sillón victoriano en una esquina de la habitación, observando los detalles de sus aposentos. Todo era caprichosamente exquisito y cumplía con todo lo
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