Out of the cold (Request for Casanova)
A frozen wasteland, a cabin miles away from the nearest village as the door opened up to reveal what looked like to be a large feral tiger walking upright. His base species being Siberian, his thick fur made clothing almost unnecessary. His attire...
A True Wonderland
A chilly day like any other in Siberia. The chill winds had stilled but the cold remained ever present as did the snow. Inside a run down hunters cabin a small, striped head poked out of a hole in the cabin. "Mum, can we go out now pleeeease?! There...
The Arena: Part 2; Break out!
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen! We have a magnificent fight for you all. Who could forget the truly astounding battle that took place last night between our formidable Champion and green horned newcomer?!” The announcer bellowed. “But for tonight!...
The Arena: Part 3; Final confrontation!
Shijha’s muzzle curved into a snarl, his ears flattening as rage bubbled up inside him before thrusting his own sword forward, towards Solom. “This all ends now!” He roared, echoing in the court and stepped forward, feral eyes narrowing in anger....
Rescued
Milya Serphies leaned back against the wall of the ship, her thick brown tail twitching to try and find a comfortable position behind her. She, like many of the others on the carrier wore a full suit of body armour over top a nearly skin tight suit....
Tide (Poem)
Rare is it people take time to appreciate what life is really about. As I stroll down the pier, people rush on by. Too busy trying to get somewhere they miss what makes life worth living. The sigh of the wind. The sound of the lapping...
Treasured memories.
A past I look back at with clarity, memories with a warm glow. The ones it involves though, their memories are washed by the flow. Like a faded photograph to them it is unclear. It is enough to make me tear. Though the memory may fade, so long as I...
Promised Land
A gathering of various humans jostled impatiently at an unusual location. The group of 50 or so were gathered at the Marker, or otherwise known as Stone Henge with more seeming to just fly on in. Surrounding the stones a barrier of magic had...
Inspiration (Poem)
Inspiration is a funny thing. It is as fleeting, as a fling. Inspiration is a funny thing. Often fickle, and carries a sting. Like a mountain climber. Inspiration can slip. Falling and falling. Until you get a grip. Best not to feed on...
A Phoenix's Christmas
It twas the day before Christmas and pretty much everyone was stirring in Ember town. A town nestled by the base of a volcano, kept safe by its protector who looked on from atop the rim with glittering emerald, solid green eyes. The golden...
Haunted Poem
One, two, you're taking a few. Three, four, you're on the floor. Five, six, taking the kicks. Seven, eight, you're too late. Nine, ten...you're dead, my friend. Eleven, twelve, to hell you will come. Thirteen, fourteen, nowhere to run. Fifteen,...
A composure of thoughts
_ **Hi there, just a little poem that sort of just sprung into my head really. Make what you will of it.** _ I used to shun people, they thought me rude. I had stranded myself on an island of solitude. But then I realise what I have been...