The Wolf In the Street ep 7
And in the center of the room, there's a giant siren, towering over the crowd. she slices her spear through the people, cutting off their head and killing them instantly. "what the hell is that!?" shouted ellion. "that's a siren," answered hals.
the sirens song
This is my first story so plz be fair ;) Arron, a 19 year old red fox with a 6 pack and long black hair going down to his furry shoulders wearing only a pair of jeans and some trainers , walked through the dark woods to try and clear his head. He had...
The Sirens...
#1 of the sirens ok maximum is a bull-dog furry. lizzy is a cat furry. cassie is a bunny furry. and abby is a vixen furry. maximum woke up on a river shore covered in soft smooth pebbles. the crystal clear water lapping at his feet.
The siren.
You were my siren, you drew me in you taught me to love and you taught me to sin i never thought you could break my heart but i guess we were wrong right from the start you were my siren, now i'm dead at sea you drew me in, but you didn't want
The Siren's Hymn: The Pile
#6 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/03/the-write-setting/ and now she sings the siren's hymn, such fatal chords emit from within. almost 7 years he dwelt with her, sharing her fears and her dreams.
I feel the siren's call
The siren's voice calls me forth and i cannot tune it out. it will haunt me all my days forevermore, such is the journey of my mistakes. heed well their melodic call for only in yourself can you find resolve.
The Witch of Black Waters
He approached slowly keeping his hands out as to not startle the siren who gazed at the wolf with despair. the siren shook his head as he knew he couldn't hide anymore.
Bidocumental Shirenè language guide and dictionary
# document 1 - grammatical and orthographical guide to the language of the sirens (idome shirenè) the language of the sirens (_la idome shirenè_, literally “language-[head marker] (of) sirens”) is a natlang built by fugi88 for the fictional siren race of
Evolution - Prologue
_ _then....that's when the sirens started._ _not police sirens or fire trucks, no. the big air raid sirens left over from the war. the kind of siren that anyone would hear and freeze in their tracks, knowing something was really wrong.
City Tails (Chapter 2)
Molly's house was incredible, at least for the city. A wooden-floored foyer, off which a powderroom stemmed, lead to a spacious living room, furnished with two leather couches and a big screen. Past that was a staircase to the second floor and a...
Wasteland Survivor - Recovery - ch22
The siren girl slowly let her beak close and slumped down into my strong, waiting arms. "there there, its fine, you did great." i murmured to the simple girl.
The Siren's Hymn
#5 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/03/the-write-setting/ and now she sings the siren's hymn, no longer is her heart within.