Somehow
We need you to be strong live for us, who died for you though you didn't ask us to and someday, we may meet again you'll always be our friend don't give up, and don't give in you have the heart to win though life is short, and time is cruel
Slagar the Master P1
Rumors say cruel things about the fox's wounded face and to many he is a threat.
Werewolf's Reprieve: Part 1
I am fairly young, only the age of 18 years old, and an outcast to the rest of the cruel world. i slowly got up, running out into the streets, knowing i would die of the cold if i stayed there in that alleyway.
The Taste of Terror Chapter 2: Epilogue
Damian watched impassively, a cruel smile playing around his beak. he tried again, still mouthing silently. it was hopeless. there were no words for what he felt.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 1
Many innocent beasts met the cruel grip of steel, icy in their veins, with nobeast left alive even to bury the dead.
The Rich and The Poor Part 9
It was almost routine as if no difference as usual in appearance but my heart...my aching heart was torn to shreds, my dreams crushed and my mind given a new look at reality in a cruel harsh way.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty
"it means...well, in this case, a cruel, cruel mistress." "so you were her slave?" nyramyn scratched her neck with a wing tip talon, her muzzle scrunched. "i thought you said she was your friend?" the dragon bit back laughter.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 36
It was so cruel... but it was also beautiful. a warm, sticky trickle of puss flowed from banno's ear as he looked out over the lights of grovenglen. so beautiful. so peaceful. he could already hear their empty screams.
Spyro's Affliction Part 3 - A dangerous idea
"now see and learn, how cruel i can be, my pet. and maybe you'll understand how pleasant it's for you, to be my servant." he said to spyro.
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 42
They’d somehow survived against the odds, gifts of their benefactor or a curse from nigel’s cruel mind. that’s when he remembered the gryphon.
Ocean Depths part 8
A cruel smile crossed the otters muzzle as he climbed up on him beginning to relentlessly rub his cheeks against his chest, neck and face. the bristly whiskers tracing and scratching his skin making him laugh.
From Man to Broodmare
**From Man to Broodmare** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ **_ _** ** ** Dylan grumbled to himself, setting the pitchfork up against the wall. Straw clung rudely to the tines and he glared at it, yet made no move to shake the wet...