The Mourning After - Chapter 24 (More Q's than A's)
He was obviously struggling to come to terms with the revelation. "i don't know." i admitted. "i think your son is going to have to explain some more." "i am both a wolven and zangarian k'tan." malakye reiterated.
I realized
To you, it probably was a mindless action, but i got a revelation. when you left for the bathroom, your paw had escaped me, and i did not pay attention. before i became aware, my hand was empty. i realized at that moment.
Chronicles of Silver years
My face, now reveled in full, sun glinting off the delicate silver scales of my muzzle. the sun's act now finished until its next cycle.
InterRealm - Chapter 5
He looked back at her, and his eyes widened with revelation. "we can keep her here!" "quit acting like such a pup!" gunner growled. "quit treating me like one! i'm 20 years old!" "and where will we keep her?
Chapter 3: Chasing Shadows
#3 of digimon: revelations and destiny of the young ones hi there! this is dragonmasterx, transmitting from- err... whoops; i got mixed up with rols. anyways, here is my continuation for this series called revelations and destiny of the young ones.
Chewy: Leon's dream pt.4
Shadow jutsu: sixteenth revelations!"
Sonnet To A Werewolf
#2 of poetry if my previous poem, "path of paws", was a story, a saga, a song, of my own trials and revelations, then "sonnet to a werewolf" is my song to the others out there, to the werewolves of this earth. who is meant to read this? just a werewolf?
The Sorrows of Love
Step by step my journey i begin to take reveling in the dream from which i hope to never wake. my trust in man has been shattered and my soul is now beaten and tattered. with my heart encased in your ice i forget what it means to be nice.
The Why of Werewolves
I revel in my wild dalliance-- man's best friend.
The Why of Werefoxes
Even the finest beast revels in his own success. it often comes at the expense of a mouse. it skitters about, and i play with it between my paws: freshly burst from delicate hands.
Lament for a Puppy
They flit from moment to moment, revelling in their life. in an existence of meer fractions, slivers and hearbeats, they call to us by our secret names. in this sliver of an inch in the great span of time, we meet them.
Why is it all so hard?
The populace revels in their limitations. why can't we... or i... do the same? is it my upbringing that makes me different? i can't seem to find myself anywhere. others make it look so easy. why is it all so hard?