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Braveclaw's Past Chapter 1, part 2"The question is, what is it going to-" Roseclaw gets cut off by hollers of cats.She growls."Not again!Which clan is it this time?"She mutters."SOULCLAN, ATTACK!"Soulclan's leader cries out."Soulclan, eh?"Braveclaw unsheathed his claws."Well I hear their leader might have only 1 life right now.Maybe 2.Let's go after her."Roseclaw nods at Braveclaw agreeing."Lets kill Soulstar.That'll teach her a lesson or two."They hide in the bushes near the edge of their camp and poking around to find Soulstar.
They soon found not Soulstar but Soulpaw."What is SHE doing here?She's an apprentice!"Braveclaw snarls."Who knows.Let's just find Soulstar and kill her."Roseclaw responds and Braveclaw nods back
The Pain will Soothe you One Day - Part 1 - Pain"Get away!"
"Ke ke ke ke~"
"No!Stay away from me!"
"HE HE HE HE"
"AAAAH!IT HURTS!IT HURTS!STOP!STOP!STOP!"
"Now you will love me.NOW THE REAL HURTING STARTS!"
The lights turn on.A Vulpix and an Umbreon.The Vulpix was the victim.The Umbreon was the one causing the pain.
Blood is all over the floor and the walls.
The Umbreon sets the Vulpix on a table and chains her up."Stay still and it won't hurt so much."
"Please.....no!"The Vulpix cries out.
"HUSH CHILD!The pain will soothe you one day....."The Umbreon stops himself right there.
"Soothe?Pain?How?" The Vulpix looks at the Umbreon in confusion.
"You'll understand one day.I'm only hurting you because I LOVE you....."
"I don't understand.Why would you hurt me if you love me?"
"You'll understand, when the pain soothes you...." T
Muko's Story - Prolouge"Mother, why can't I dream?" Muko reaches out and holds her Mother's hand, a Lopunny with red where it's usually tan/creme.
"It's a long story, are you sure you want to know?"
"Mom!I'm sure as sure can be!"
Her mother chuckles,"Alright, alright.It all starts when you were just a little egg..."
Braveclaw's Past Chapter 1, Part 1"Rosepaw!" Braveclaw slides to the red she cat's side."Roseclaw" She corrects."Long time no see!" He responds."I missed you Bravepaw." Roseclaw smiles."BraveCLAW." He corrects her."Woah, you're a Warrior now?!"She says shockingly."Yep.It's been so long, hasn't it?I can't believe it myself."He starts walking to a rose.Roseclaw follows, he then picks the flower and puts it on Roseclaw's nose."Ha ha, very funny."She says, blushing a tiny bit."So hey Roseclaw." Say Braveclaw as he starts to pad to the entrance of the camp."Yes?" Roseclaw asks following him."I was just wondering.....Do you like any of the Warriors?"He stops at the entrance."Yeah, yeah, sure I do!"She says looking at Braveclaw."Who?" He ad
Ravenpool to Ravenflight: The Vigil
It all happened with a simple Vigil.Ravenpool was left alone in the Medicine Cat's Den.Now Ravenpool tells her story.
It was the night of my Vigil.I wasn't allowed to talk with anyone so I was left in the Medicine Cat's Den.Something, someone was messing with me and I knew it!
And first of all I didn't like being unable to talk to others so yeah.Now on to the story.
It was a breezy night and the Medicine Cat, my mentor, was collecting herbs and would be back at Sun Rise.My vision went black for a second like it did often.I paced around for a minute then stopped and looked at where I had been walking.Black drops."Huh?What are thos
Encyclopedia Wormwood DisclaimerEncyclopedia Wormwood is a comprehensive guide to the world of Pokemon and how it would exist if blended with reality as we know it, made in an attempt to bridge the gap between the kid-based framework of the Pokemon franchise and the demand for greater realism and complexity from adults that have grown up with the Pokemon world and wish to remain a part of it into the future. This encyclopedia is the work of a single individual, however, and therefore some bias is present despite the painstaking scientific research that has been undertaken to complete this exhaustive encyclopedia. Readers wishing to fully enjoy the work presented here should thus be aware of the following disclaimers in case they find the presented material questionable or lacking something of interest.
1: The rights of Pokemon and all associated parts of the franchise belong to GAME FREAK inc.
2: All data not taken from official GAME FREAK Inc. sources is the intellectual property of the author, Professor
Sidathe Esphimel: Bio (Remake)
Name: Sidathe Esphimel
Hometown: Elmysia, the City of Riches
Weight: Hates to reveal
Eyes: Light Blue
Personality Traits: Spoiled, selfish, sarcastic, rude and immature. She is mean in the outside but inside, she has a soft side and is kindhearted and cares about others but always hides her sweet nature. She shows that she has a fondness of foxes and wants one of her own someday.
Likes: Treasure, money, being wealthy, foxes, having whatever she wants, eating course meals with no limit.
Dislikes: Poor quality products, being called "cute", not getting things her way, being poor, not eating enough food courses to satisfy her hunger.
Attributes: She is an expert katana user with excellent melee skills is sword fighting combat. She is atheletic and agile.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence gets the best of her,
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 16
Author's note: My sommer holidays just started and I'm in this situation of being overtired, because I watch anime the whole night
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
The life with my crutches is way easier now that have them for a while. Although the pain is not so strong every time I move. That’s why life is more comfortable for me and walking around is not such a big problem any more.
Walking out of my bathroom after doing my hair I slowly make my way over to my bed just when a knock on the door is heard and “I’m coming in.”
Dumbfounded by this sudden intruder I froze in place and watch the door gets opened. This day the one who brings me my breakfast is Akashi.
Stepping inside first he looks at the bed with an emotionless expression. Then he looks worried, because I’m not laying there and after that his features turn angry when he notices me standing on the other side of the room.
H2OVanoss / Vanolirious - HickeysI giggled slightly as Evan pushed me onto the couch, hovering over me. I stared up at him as he stared back; my mask having been thrown to the side. Evan smiled mischievously before lunging down and attacking my neck.
I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck, followed by his tongue gently licking the spot. He continue the action in a few more spots before he bit down harder on a certain spot. I yelped quietly followed by a moan as he assaulted the spot with licks and nips. Evan pulled away, admiring his handiwork as I'm sure a bruise was now forming there. He grinned and kissed me passionately, holding us there with our lips locked for a good while.
I was out of breath and panting once he pulled away. Evan gazed at me, our faces a mere few inches apart. "I love you Jonathan." He whispered.
I smiled and pecked his lips. "I love you too, now get off." I commanded, pushing on his chest lightly. He groaned jokingly and swung his head back. "I don't wanna mom." He whined before heaving hi
Dan helped Aleks take his steps towards Luna's child, Gary. She was helping him as well, for both toddlers had just started to take their first few steps. Aleks hiccuped as he reached Gary, and Gary fluttered his wings before leaning forward in the lost of balance. Gary flailed his arms and hit Aleks, causing both of them to fall back.
Aleks was the first to start crying.
Dan stared at him and sighed. "What a drama queen..." he chuckled. Icee came to his side and smiled.
Gary stared at Aleks before staring at the ground and plucking a daisy. He held it out to the wailing toddler.
Aleks continued crying before looking at the flower. He sniffled and took it before nibbling on it, quieting down. Gary smiled and clapped his hands before fluttering his wings.
HoD Sky smiled at them. "At least they're getting along..." he said.
Luna nodded. "They're so cute together." she agreed.
Aleks continued chewing on the flower before putting his hand on Gary's face. Gary flai
PVC Demons - Written InfoAPPEARANCE: Skin and body
Their skin color can be a bright color, but not to the point where its an eye-rape. ( so this means nothing raibow ). Mostly their skin consists of about 3 colors in which one is the main skintone, and the other two the markings.
Usually the main skin tone is a lighter one, while the markings are usually darker.
As for markings, they can vary from stripes, to blotches, to spots, and much more.
They always seem to be having FIVE finger-toes and normal human hands with five fingers, though they're adorned with sharp black claws.
PVC demons get their name for the black PVC clothing they always seem to wear.
Every PVC monster owns a mask, either it be normal or a gas-mask. But its not to hide a foul mouth or anything. They just have a normal mouth really, the only oddity in it being is that they have a black tongue and sharp teeth.
The mask and pants are both ALWAYS black, though it may have some bright colored extra's. ( in example, additiona
CS - The Blood Countess, Elizabeth BathoryName: Elizabeth Bathory
Fake Names: Eliza Bates
Title: The Blood Countess
Sexual Orientation: Bi (though seems to prefer the company of women)
Age: Over 400
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Appearance: A lovely young woman with enchanting blue eyes and glistening red hair. Often dresses lavishly. Only when enraged does this beautiful facade fade, and she reveals her true form as a blood sucking monster. Often carries a parasol.
Base of Operations: Unknown as of now.
Personality: Vain and sultry. Has a deep sadistic streak. Strangely doesn't own mirrors (or not so strange if you remember the folklore).
Skills: Master seductress
Hobbies: You don't want to know.
Vampire Strength: As a vampire, Elizabeth has the strength equivalent to twenty men. As such, any meta below B rank should stay away from her.
Vampire Speed: Vampires are terrifyingly fast. Outrunning her is a near impossibility for an ordinary human.
Vampire Senses: Elizabeth's s
Ladon FAQWhat colours are ladons?
Ladons can generally be any colour, just so long as they aren't super-saturated neons or pure black/white. Please keep general colour theory in mind when designing your character though, and don't just slap on the entirety of the default MSpaint colour palette.
Geographical variants tend to have their own colour palettes:
Polar/arctic ladons are typically pale/cool colours, like the ice in their environment or occasionally earthy tones in tundra areas.
Pelagic ladons are usually slightly duller colours like dark blues but can be brightly coloured. Being at the top of their food chains, they don't need to worry about hiding from predators finding them since no other creatures will mess with them and they usually don't hunt by ambushing prey.
Abyssal/deep-sea ladons are generally either dark or pale colours, similar to other deep-sea creatures. Their bioluminescent patches are always a bright colour (occasionally whitish) to stand out.
-JUEVES 3:00 AM-
-Agencia Secreta num.15-
Sonidos proviniendo de los computadores en esa gran sala, maquinas, armas, todo lo que un buen espía utiliza, sin olvidar los relojes para que vean la hora exacta. Varias personas trabajaban a pesar de que era muy temprano, una jovencita de aproximadamente unos 19 años iba directamente a la sala de prácticas, donde se encontró con una chica pelirroja que practicaba la puntería de sus armas, mirándola con asombro, ver como jalaba el gatillo y daba muy cerca del blanco exactamente, con el minúsculo sonido de su voz, volteo de inmediato mostrándola en la mira haciendo que esta diera un pequeño salto.
-¡BAJA TUS ARMAS FLYNN!- Dijo mientras se cubría la cara con sus manos.
-Ah, eres tú-
Comenzó a bajar sus armas, de eso soplo su flequillo haciendo que se levantara y quedara como normalmente lo tiene, guarda sus armas en su cinturón que estaba alrededor
Thus the Season for Giving and Receiving - TaskSpirit rushed out to find Flame with a box labeled To: Flame From: Spirit
She started to slow down thinking about the box, it could fall off her back if she didn't be careful.
After a long and hard search she found Flame and handed the box to him, smiling.Flame took the box and Spirit rushed off.Flame opened the box and saw a few papers with drawings of him and Spirit and also a note saying 'I hope you like the drawings I made for you!You don't have to make anything for me if you don't want to.As some say, giving is better then receiving!' In messy crayon writing.
Author's Comments; I know it isn't much but I don't really know much about Flame except for what he looks like so I didn't put anything about how he reacted to the gift.This is a Task for a group and I decided to write for it, since I'm too lazy to draw right now.That's all, ciao!
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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