Forgotten Worlds 8 - The End of this Age
A large circular room the size of an arena, darkness on either side of them which consisted of two walls filled to the very height of the ceiling with an impossible array of valuable tomes. Two staircases curved upwards from the floor towards the upper...
Forgotten Worlds 7 - Twisted Science
The laboratory reeked of death. Chemicals weaved through the air like ethereal spirits, roaming amongst the grey halls of stone and metal. Half of the laboratory itself remained reminiscent of dungeon walls, thick rocky slabs and mortar well-imbedded...
Forgotten Worlds 6 - Castle of Blood
The hedgerow maze, despite having the pretence of being outside, was somehow even more oppressive than the walls of the interior dungeons. The thickening shrubbery and bushes all neatly lined up throughout some indeterminate labyrinthine path, had...
Forgotten Worlds 5 - Wander Into Darkness
The Catacombs were somehow far better maintained than the natural caves were. But that only made the place all the more terrifying to deal with concerning its gothic architecture. Candlesticks haunted the halls with their sombre light, the pale...
Forgotten Worlds 4 - The Fate of the Lemmings
Within the expansive cavern, the many green-haired creatures all gazed up at the newcomers with a strange weakened curiosity. Eyes as wide as that of children, sloping snouted faces of pink beneath pockmarks of dirt and bruises, long blue cloaks that...
Aqueronte 3. Vacios
El perrito quedó de piedra, no sabía qué hacer, quizás fuera mejor así, sería mejor que solo fuera su amiga pensó. blaya
Aline e Afonso.
- não se preocupe comigo, amiga - diz afonso. - sou tímido em relação ao meu corpo. afonso era mais reservado, embora mais sorridente e despreocupado.
Midnight Bus
"why don't you let your amiga know we're here and...try not to think about what just happened too much...ok?" she nodded.
El Secreto de Tora: Hipnosis
-soy soccho, la amiga de lizar. me alegro de conocerte. apenas me ha hablado de tí... parece que tiene faena. id pasando, tranquilos.
Epílogo: Una carta
._ _claïr es una vieja amiga mía. es más mayor que yo, y os echará una mano.
Life of a Trainer, Ch. 3: An Unknown Enemy
**¡hola, mi amigos y amigas! ¿c** _ **ó** _ **mo est** _ **án?** _ _ **yo está bien, y estoy cansado** __ **.** _ **that was just to show off. ^.=.^ as you will find out, if you haven’t already, i’m a prideful man.
12 - Un cachito de hojaldra
— mi amiga, maribel, aquí presente, tuvo la grandiosa idea de montar la ofrenda primero y moverla después — señaló acusativo el azteca. — está bien, no fue la mejor idea, lo reconozco — maribel puso una sonrisa tonta.