The Loa Pantheon
He's been a vigilante, a prizefighter, a lionized athlete and a black judge in a white town. unlike many gods, shango sees no problem with inserting himself into the great events of the mortal world.
Living Crime I: Prison?
This is the story of Kurush, crazy name, but taking a good look at my name and doing a bit of research will help you understand. Also, Kurush's name will never be mentioned beyond this point so if you hated that name good for you, you won't have to...
Truth (Jin)
I curled into a white striped ball and covered my face with my paws. there was no way i could ever escape from my mind, so i ended up shamelessly thinking out it.
Bolro
And smiling hugely as he pointed to the skull-like white face that stood out against a black halo that must have represented his strange blurring armor.
The Pack
His ears perked up right hearing what he though was a howl but just brushed it off thinking it was a tree but it happened again and turned around and what he saw was apack of about 5 wolves, they where pure white with blue eyes, they looked almost ghost like
Story Segment -- Impossible Things
The whiteness thickened further, and i traveled without moving.
The runner part two : Hospital then home.
He awoke in a bright white room dazed with a strange wrapping around his left arm and going up to his shoulder, he tried to move it but it only made that discomforting feeling that he felt while he was laying on the ground back....were was he?
The runner
He was running......headphones in his ears as the lyrics ran through his head, were was he running? Why was he running? He did not know but he kept going anyway. His faviort song "remember the name by fort minor" ran through his head only making him...
Untold Mysteries: 3
Brilliant white in the moon, sharp claws that dug into the dirt and leaves of the forest floor. _'i... changed.'_ _'yes young one.'_ his voice softer and calm. i shift uncomfortably, _'but, i'm not old enough.
Untold Mysteries: 2
'_ _'she's white, with stripes on her rear.'_ _'can we go hunting t?'_ i quietly probe. tiergan stands, _'sure, can you make it back inside jed?'_ _'i meant, with jed.'_ _'wait, what?'
Untold Mysteries: 1
I love the smell of cold. It's fresh, clean. Pure, like the whitest snow on the tops of mountains. It's the scent that envelops me after I turn off the steaming hot of the shower. My skin smells like Irish Spring, my hair just smells damp, although...
Assurance..
He'd donned a basic white dress shirt that he'd left unbuttoned and opened and a pair of white-washed jeans. he padded barefoot and his tail swished behind him.