Eternal Mortality: The Gods Of Osa
She values peace, knowledge, medicine, life, and of course nature and all its creations. she tends to take to form of a vixen.
Sea Foam
### Sea Foam Sea foam claws clinging all-encompassing whiteness trapping earth below hoarded bubbles collapse slow and yet voids leave me nothing.
War of Extremes
In antarctica, two armies of penguins get into a territorial battle. There are the penguins of the sky (The penguins who shaved off all their white feathers, also, its always night in this antarctica), and the penguins of the land (ones who shaved off...
The Nature of Warfare
I envision such battles naturally not just because they're more dramatic and glorious, but also because they often reflect how difficult it is for me to accomplish or contend with something irl.
The Wilderness
The twigs littering the ground felt like knives tearing at his feet as he ran. Leaves whipped his face as he hurled himself through the trees and overgrown bushes. The forest lay quiet, but his lungs were screaming with agony, and his heart was beating...
the foxes tale
One day, i had a dream that told a story about a demon fox, who was dying who needed a host for her soul. on a faithful day this farmer comes along begging for rain to help his lands and fox demon granted him this plea as long as he can take care of...
On the Nature of Soulless
It is a commonly held, but false, belief by the common being that the soulless are incapable, or at least less capable, of feeling emotion and are less capable than their fellows. I write this paper to educate just how wrong this notion is. It is my...
Chapter 12- On Shaky Ground
This wasn't some bank robbery... or even a supervillain... no, this time the emergency they were responding to was one of nature.
Little Wolf, Big Ordeal CH. 1
Once upon a time, there was a little grey wolf living in the forest. Of course he did not live there all by himself, because he was much too young to be able to survive on his own. He had a large family with a father, a mother, and seven siblings....
Sun and Rain
The overwhelming fresh scent of rain rushed into Momo's soft, pink nose with a deep inhalation. She sighed contently, a pleasent smile spreading across her muzzle from one corner of her mouth to the other. She closed her eyes, forcing them to finally...
A walk at the side of the ditch
Now covered in dirt and ragged clothes she sleeps in her garden of weeds, slowly becoming one with nature, long forgotten memories crumbling apart... and you? everyone?
The Pale Gardener (Poem)
Fall swift like rain and land upon his patch; Trees halt your speed with leaves and break your fall First sight, the truth is almost hard to latch The gardener so pale and blue guides all Death is no enemy to you or me, He wants not fear but for you to...