The panther smiled cruelly and started walking towards alsendra who took a couple of swipes at him with a sickle, the glow of the burning cottage giving her eyes a demonic look to them.
Flame curse, Fursona, back story, soul
The charmeleon asked, hiding behind sickle.
"you really need to be put on a leash, kaen," sickle said, rolling his eyes.
"sorry shortie, you are really not my type," neilla said, shaking her head.
"well, what _is_ your type, then?" kaen asked her.
Delphox, Fanfiction, Lucario, Story Progression, Story Series, Talonflame, Vaporeon, Zacian, Zamazenta, blaziken, samurott, zoroark
"ultimate twin sickles!" but before he could move-
"thunder of the kings!" taka launched an enormous charge of static electricity at snimon, trapping him in mid-attack.
"heaven's charge!"
Clean, Fanfiction, Maliha, Renamon, Tayla
Motionless, frozen, lifeless and blue; sharp as a sickle, hundreds above, they hang menacingly.
i sped up my pace as i looked around, and cool water dripped on my face. as i walk, the ice talks; echoing, singing, ringing.
Crystalization, Ice, Poetry, Winter, water
I am happy he remembers me, though it also saddens me to see that zeke fears the sickle moon aspect of tah'aveen. like i explained to zeke "tah'aveen grants her followers many abilities, but none of those blessings are dark".
Journal, Rat, Zion
To keep his balance, he discarded the sickle in the skull of the demon and summoned a great sword, which was soon forced into the thick demon's head and used as a handle.
Feline, Humor, Paranormal, Violence
Jake squinted and saw pined on the wall a picture of a sickle and the hammer. jake thought back to his last history lesson. the sickle and the hammer were on the flag of the soviet union.
"i thought they disappeared?"
Transformation, Wolf
In life your mind was sharp,
a crescent sickle to pierce ignorance and darkness alike.
not a decision went by without you knowing,
not a single shadow tripped your feet
or flame licked your heart.
Paradiso, Poem
Forgive me, my mind races as i stand still
i just want more, more than a happy past thrill
i need you to be no more than what you ever became
....i need you to fill me again, with love & shame
be the sickle that sets me free once more
the
Poetry, Relationships, Short Story, furs
The clacking of mutliple skulls dangling from the top of the sickle could be heard over the laughter of the daemons. i knew what was soon to come. as i saw the scythe falling to my chest, i closed my eyes.
Bells, Daemons, Demon, Fire, Grim Reaper, nightmare