A Hard, Bruising Fall
Those white-furred fingers with the blunt, black claws. and the soft, black paw-pads. "but i find," she admitted, her whiskers twitching. a bit. a bit more. "i find that my pride ... fell, as well." "why?"
Eshri's Escapism
Eshri let out a sigh, even having escaped a nearly joint peril, her lover was already thinking about the bright side of this gear.
Blue Eyes
Pain erupts from the joint, and chady screams. the hand on his forehead partially blocks his vision. the eagle can just feel the energy rolling out of him, and hear the deafening, roaring screech of his voice.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventy
Growing like a weed, my father would have said." vakaal glanced up at him, scrunching his muzzle. he'd heard the word, but he didn't really have any translations for it in his head. "what's a weed?"
Heart of the Lion
I am blunt and tactless. fumbling over my words unless given time to plan them out in verse and prose. she speaks up against any injustice that she sees.
Oh So Tragic - Part 7
#7 of oh so tragic the story of a freelance thief and mercenary who slowly begins to find and weed out a strange and complicated mess of plans and tricks to kill her. writing, characters (c) me she frowned. _why does he think i'm friendly? weird kid.
Hive Mind
The creature stretched its long, blade-like arms and hands over its head, and then it extended similar dark brown, bat-like wings out from its spine, relaxing every joint along its long body.
POEM: Walking In Front Of Me!
Looking down, mine are blunt and fixed, typical canine. how much farther is it there? i whine. are we walking the straightest line? "what's the hurry, do you have some place to be? why not walk this path with me?" no, no.
Silence
Like a weed. how could they have changed so quickly? those feelings of love and companionship. when i said them, i made a promise. you promised me they wouldn't change. what am i supposed to do with these leftover feelings of you?
The New Couple Chapter 2
I began, "allow me to be blunt, i am trying hard not to march you two, to the gallows. i will not and cannot allow, my barons to fight, battles like that bring disorder. now i will allow you to defend yourself, thought i doubt you could."
Spreading Wings (W.I.P)
This pair was just almost same, sprouting just below the first pair was a small amount of straight bone to act as an extra joint for movement.
Fat Raccoon Poem
Nose teacher sends me home cause my belles exposed my mother is angry and my father did rant i really don't want, to go to fat camp broccoli for dinner water for desert and i found out that hunger pangs could really hurt "to the burger joint