Arora: The Hungry Wolves Chapter Two
Chapter Two The Varg. To those associated with them, they are the symbol of power and purity in Arora. For those against them, they are the symbol of abuse and corruption. As for the Varg, they view themselves as perfect. Who are the Varg,...
Part I. The Stench of Crows
The forest was eerily quiet as Breylun wound his way through. The only sound was the quiet, steady beat of his wings. _I need to find a place to rest for the day_, he thought. _The thermals are plentiful but I don't want to risk getting mobbed by...
The Egg Laying of Mrs. Easter Bunny - Chapter 3
Didn't want to be having babies left and right like any other rabbit until she experienced the epicness of egg laying first, that was for sure.
Tlumisog: Self-Proclaimed King of Reality - Chapter 2
My dreams were seriously epic, but then i woke up, and all that epicness i had previously felt was gone.
His Rise, Terra IV: Forgotten Evil "Glimmering Dawn"
You don't seem like you're really all that much of an 'epic' material. i mean... you know what? how bout you and i regale some of your journeys in the bar?" he smiled. "i mean i haven't done anything yet man.
Ragnarok - Epilogue
So ends the tale of Shane the Champion. Of his blood-brother, Varr the Last-to-Flee. Of Klau the Berserker, called the Blacksword. Of the Old Man, who some hold was a god. Of the lost Witchfolk, and their young Lady Who solely of her people is not...
Ragnarok - XXVII
Somewhere it was autumn. On the shore Wind-kissed and smelling of soft salt there stood But three alone. The sighing pines atop The dunes were the last trees to wear their leaves. Somewhere it was evening. Heavy clouds Were crimson painted...
Ragnarok - XXVI
The Sulfur Carrier had dug its claws Into the cliff face, on either side of The shallow crevice where the Old Man stood At bay. The rock walls were collapsing in. When he had thrust his spear into the breach To wedge it open, it had buckled and...
Ragnarok - XXV
Darkness, and the stench of rotten eggs To make his eyes water. If he had held His hand before his face, Shane could have seen No glove, no fist, no color or outline. He did not bother to. He blinked the sting Out of his eyes, and strained toward...
Ragnarok - XXIV
It grinned. It ripped a fist of mangling claws Down like a meteor. It gouged the stairs, Where Varr and the Old Man had stood away As could a spoon through cold whipped butter-cream, But they had ducked, had rolled under its palm As it passed just...
Ragnarok - XXIII
Somewhere, amongst the ruins of ruins The legions of dishonored dead, hissing As might an immolated corpse upon A burning ship, at cold saltwater's touch, With agonizing slowness flung themselves Against the hated company who held, Though...
Ragnarok - XXII
Shane found the Old Man waiting underneath A spreading and a skeletal ash tree. And he was not alone. Beside him stood The Lady, with her ineffable smile, The Old Woman, frowning upon her cane, The Witchfolk King, rolling brown oak leaf...