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TGB: Horrible News - Ristal and ZaryaIt didn't make sense.
Sure, she could be angry or annoyed sometimes. Sometimes she would met some idiot that could piss her off, but she hadn't met one lately. Sometimes she would have a bad day, but never days in a row. It didn't make sense at all, she had no reason to be so on edge and yet she was, had been for the latest days now and she couldn't explain it. The fact that she didn't know the reason made her even more angrier. Was something wrong with her? Had she eaten something bad? It was with rough steps and a scowl that Ristal headed for her shared den, feeling that she needed someone with more expertise on health.
"ZARY," she called out, pratically hissed, as she stepped inside, where her friend laid sleeping.
Sleep at night was better, now. She could sometimes do it, and rather than waking up with her heart hammering and sides heaving and terror pumping through her veins, Zarya woke up with the mild feeling that something bad had happened. It wa
The Star Eater Ball(Contains Vore! THAT'S A WARNIN')
The Colosseum of Rome.
It needed no introduction.
Empress Genevieve, the Star Eater. The golden skinned devourer of billions, and queen of all the cosmos; whether they acknowledged her rule or not. Officially recognised across the galaxy as the most beautiful being in all existence (decided by a beauty pageant she herself hosted). To call her a physical goddess would be to insult her greatness.
She of course needed no introduction either.
But outside of being completely unworthy of housing her glorious majesty, how was the Colosseum currently relevant to the Empress?
Simply, she was bestowing immeasurable honour onto the memory of the Roman Empire by using the building as the location for her first annual Earthling Star Eater Ball.
Genevieve, in all her glory, strode through the crowd as if just another guest. Another guest who towered over all others by almost twice their height. It was uncommon to see her with a flat stomach; this was no exception, a
TGB: Hot and Cold - Damon and Lully~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Rolling Bridge | Season: Spring ~
Clouds rolling above, as the hint of light winds brought warmth from the south part of Nandryx. Evening sky still a bright blue, but the sun was setting over at the east part of Nandryx, where Fire Tribe thrives at. Bright sun setting just barely behind the distant volcanoes of Fire Tribe territory, and clouds that aren't promising rain for at least a couple of days or more. Sky blue, but slightly hinting the beautiful orange of dusk and with the moon and stars slowly coming out as the sun went down. Such beauty at this time of day, and the time whom a certain Green-Fire is most active. Ebony and white pelt walked the grassy terrains with flowers dotting the areas around him, simple ice blue eyes kept an eye on the river being slightly cautious of the rapid waters. Can this Fire Triber swim
Trouble Brewing New age 757, Autumn, The Needle, Glenmore
Aerion and Skoll
The wind was at Aerion’s back and he knew it would most likely give him away to the stag in question. There was always a chance that it wasn’t an intruding Blackwood but Aerion rarely had cause for hope. He had specifically told Ethyllya to hide so that he could deal with this troublesome buck without worrying about her safety at the same time. She was a lovely doe and perhaps if all went well he might try to get to know her down the road a little. Aerion’s head snapped to attention as he saw the shadow of a buck closer but still weaving in and out of the foliage enough so he couldn’t get a good look at it.
Aerion couldn’t deny that there was a small part of him that would enjoy a small squabble; it would be his first of the season and he was ready for it. He had been on royalty duty for almost the entire Spring and Summer and his body
Querido DrakeQuerido Drake:
¿Recuerdas el porque te puse tu nombre?, era porque necesitabas más que la magia de las hadas para salir adelante, deberías tener la fuerza de un dragón, puesto que tu vida no sería fácil, te lo dije cuando entraste a ese particular campamento, pero lo había pensado desde el momento en que decidí tomarte como mi nieto, sé que esto no debe ser agradable para ti ahora, me estoy muriendo y puede para que para cuando leas esto ya no este, de ante mano me disculpo por durante tan pocos años, ni siquiera tuve la oportunidad de ver a tu primera novia, pero de seguro tendrá un buen corazón porque la habrás elegido tú.
Me gustaría primero que nada hacerte saber que te amo, siempre lo he hecho desde que te tuve en mis brazos. Y también disculparme no solo por dejarte solo siendo tu un niño aun si no también por todo lo que te hice pasar mientras estaba enferma, s
DotW RP: From Morrow to BlutwaldKiterrax
Crash was still reeling with shock, following Gypsee blindly. She was vaguely aware of another wolf joining them. In her head, she was howling for her brother, unable to get the image of his corpse out of her mind. The huge black birds that had lifted into the air when they approached. It felt like they were following her. The horrifying scent of her brother, dead, sickness plaguing his body.
Before she was aware of it, it was nightfall, and they were no longer in Morrow. Did Morrow exist anymore? Crash shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut. She sought Gypsee out, keeping the wolf in her line of sight at all times. Her adopted sister would understand. It was unreasonably cold tonight, so Crash burrowed into Gypsee's silvery hide, trembling with exhaustion.
In the morning, Crash was roused by Gypsee getting up. She stood, shaking herself and looking around, unsure of where they were. A deep brown wolf was with them, talking quietly to Gypsee. Crash stared at him. He was somew
Hwutwut SocietyHwutwut Political Organization
The Hwutwut: Originally savanna-dwellers whose staple diet consisted of widely dispersed tubers and irregularly fruiting plants. They communicate by giving oral directions through a semantic space, usually mapped to a physical territory. They exhibit gross sexual dimorphism, as males weigh on average three times as much as females and have secondary mandibles modified to form long fighting tusks. A subset of males have a feminine morphotype, and are outwardly indistinguishable from females. These individuals are almost always persecuted in Hwutwut societies.
Their societies are characterized by reproductive monopolization, separate male and female hierarchies and lifestyles, and nomadism.
Forms of political organization:
1. Primitive/basic: The primitive mode of Hwutwut society consists of small, plains-roaming troupes, questing for tubers. A troupe of females is controlled by a single male, or occasionally two or more brothers. The patriarch has sole mat
Part 3 of something put together“A devil’s game is also a god’s game.”
High above Knauia IV, as terraforming devices start to place an atmosphere friendly to most known races. The Xixtis Explorer slowly arcing around the small planet, as much of the crew are busy with new modifications being placed into mainly into the engine and sensors subsystems and computer core. On the bridge of the Xixtis Explorer Captain Bajoon and the Crimson General were standing with oddly no bridge crew on station.
“I have been meaning to ask you something Crimson.I have been asking most of the engineers on what you are doing to my ship and they have told me that you are modifying the engines and sensors to allow both this ship to travel back and to keep the wormhole open.” Commented Captain Bajoon. “And I am now wondering why you are having all those modifications being placed into this ship?”
“It’s real simple Captain, I’m sending you and your crew back through where the B
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five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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