An Era of Chivalry 12 - The End Of An Era
#12 of chronicles of finalgamer 11 - era of chivalry and so the raptor reaches the end of his training, and with that he must test himself towards the final challenge put before him.
Rub ya belly?
Here we find a young street-urchin in the middle of victorian-era london, a well-practiced belt-loose. a belt-loose being a term for one who rubs bellies of the rich. kind of similar to a shoe-shine.
An End of an Era
What happened to us? We were extinguished. Like a cold breath of air against a flickering flame, or the sun beaming down its withering heat on a chunk of ice, or a granule of sand taken by the dark and expansive and terrifying sea. A single moment of...
End of an Era
What happened to us? We were extinguished. Like a cold breath of air against a flickering flame, or the sun beaming down its withering heat on a chunk of ice, or a granule of sand taken by the dark and expansive and terrifying sea. A single...
Head in the Water, Feet on the Ground (Otter TF)
"Marigolds! Corn and victuals for the selling!" Eli's voice echoed throughout the marketplace, attracting customers from every corner of the village. The clank of gold passing from hand to hand was the source of...
Love at Twin Oaks - The Beginning
The petite doe nibbled on her lower lip as she studied her reflection in the looking glass in front of her and, after much deliberation, announced, "One more should do it, nanny." Behind her the aging badger groaned and retorted, "One more of them...
The Dark Era, Prologue
' * * * somewhere in the digital world, in what some call 'the dark era' veemon ran, and kept running. not now, i'm not ready, he thought.
The Dawn of a New Era
I looked down at the gravestone, set high on a windy, lonely bluff. I couldn't believe that Chloe was really gone. I just couldn't. I started sobbing, my tears splashing onto the stone. There was no actual body. It had never been recovered from...
Hope of the West - Prologue: The Wolf and the Doe
They walked back through the woods, with eras keeping an eye out for the path. when the two burst onto the trail, arkher wrenched his paws out of eras' grip. 'i cannot go to that town', he said quietly, trying to slip out of eras' reach.
Buscando respuesta
era un...un... oh dios porque tengo que ser tan olvidadizo, será maldición... vamos cabeza piensa, a quien conociste en tu trabajo... ¡a si! era un perro, era lindo con ojos marrones y su pelaje suave.
Balto Fanfic.
Kegluneq llegó a la conclusión que lo mejor era irse, ya que ser un nómada era mejor que vivir rodeado de personas que lo pudieran maltratar, balto le dijo que era lo mejor, y que además en nome no estaría a gusto por un perro llamado steele.
Lemurian religions
Judaism might have arrived during the final stages of the war era, but it seems largely absent from lemurian history, having arrived in modern era diasporas.