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Drabble Commission 1The werewolf's heart raced, his torn up sneakers making soft noises against the ground as he made his way as fast as he could. There was no way he was going to escape the men after him on foot. They had some kind of idiotic mounts and- His footsteps faltered, the scent of sulfur wafting in the air. Yes, ok. He had an idea where he could go. He spat as he ran, leaving behind a blood splattered gob of grossness behind, no longer caring if he left a terrible trail behind him.
Pounding on the door of the closed shop, Rafe shifted from foot to foot before pounding again. It was highly unlikely those idiots had the same protection he had. Hell, the tailor mended his clothes for him almost once a week. Once more he pounded, mid pound the door swung open, a tired and disgruntled flame person glaring at him from the door way. They stood there, the older man scowling at the blonde. "Hofer-"
"Please, I didn't know where else to go." There was a whine in his tone that the other had never heard bef
Drabble Two - Lupe and AlcinaThe hand on her forehead was cool. It was a nice repreive from the heat she'd been experiencing. They'd also had covered her back up with a blanket. That was less welcome than the cooling touch, but the princess didn't kick or try to throw off the blanket. Blearily, she looked up at the werewolf who smiled softly at her, a guesture she returned weakly.
Her head pounded and her body ache and, while she knew no one enjoied being sick, it was the one thing she detested more than anything. She nuzzled closer to him and the bed shifted. Lupe had laid down too, pulling her close toward him. Mm, yes. That was nice. The prince was like a heater, but she could ignore that for now, nuzzling her face into his chest.
Going in and out of dozing, she could feel something being "walked" along her. And then it booped her in the face. Opening her eyes, she jerked back a bit from the plush face in front of her. Oh gosh, it was just grumpy goat.
"I heard you felt baaaad," the boy made the goat speak, put
Drabble One - Iosef and BaithazarThis man-
THIS man was his superior. This vain, preening, slut of a man was his superior. His captain even. Baithazar's teeth hurt, listening to the man go on and on about his own accolades and achievements and- "Excuse me," Baith all but growled. "But are you going to perhaps cover our duties?" This man wasn't much older than himself, but in his own opinion, Baithazar would have never guessed it. The man before him seemed too idiotic to amount to much. How did he ever come to be in charge of the protection of the royal family?
Iosef scoffed at him. "Duties?" he repeated, walking over to the faun with the scarred face, giving him a sharp jab in the chest with his finger. "Well now, aren't you eager. You're probably one of those for guts and glory types aren't you? Well, guarding our royals isn't all that exciting. You'll be lucky if you don't end up just being a babysitter for the brat."
The new addition to the royal guard looked shocked. Such disregard from a high ranking officer. "So
FFM24: It's Raining MenShe's finally done it, Dani realized as lightning streaked across the sky, the damn writer had lost the last bit of grey matter keeping her from the cuckoo bin. The forecaster had predicted rain, but not this kind of rain. The first drop to hit the pavement was six feet tall of glistening, rippling sex beast. He should have died instantly, but since the writer was out of her vulcan mind, he landed gently beside the first and just as shirtless.
“Love me,” he said, holding out a hand.
Dani groaned, pretending not to look. This was so wrong.
All around the world, people stopped to watch this mysterious rain. Traffic stalled. Inside, the forecaster who had predicted a wonderful summer shower hid in his office, studying the readouts. It just wasn't possible. Men don't fall from the sky like rain.
“You've done it now,” Dani shouted, “Don't pretend you can't hear me. I know you're typing this right now. You have to stop this.”
Kaleen, the writer, ignored he
The Grave of GodThis crater marks the place where God and the adversary annihilated each other. No more God. No more adversary. There's nothing here now. Just me.
If you were to head west from here and climb the lip of the crater, you'd find yourself in a desert, where the sand dunes gather against the ruins. There are mountains on the horizon, pale blue. They look as distant as the moon, and they very nearly are.
In those mountains lurk creatures, ancient and colossal, constructed at the adversary's behest. They barely move anymore, for there is no-one left here to kill. Though their bodies have become part of the landscape, their eyes never close. They will lie waiting for all eternity.
Beyond the mountains are the riverlands, where used to be settlements and forests, all of which have long since rotted. North you might find what remains of Telassar, the capital city of the angels. Half underwater now, with its mighty bridge broken, only the palace stands proud of the sea, and it too is dead.
The Earth-Queen's SorrowThe earth-queen's son was born in springtime, and his birth was heralded with crocuses and fresh green and a splendor of sunlight. Through summertime he grew, golden and beautiful, dearer to her than the wind itself.
Then autumn came, and the leaves ran red with his blood. He fell, and withered, an empty husk of brown.
Winter came: in her sorrow, the earth-queen swept the world with white. Snow would be his shroud and his finery. The chill in the air would mirror the cold emptiness in her heart. Ice would cover her lakes and rivers and the wounds of her soul; and her frozen tears would fall from the heavens as tiny flakes of crystal.
The winter drew on, and many died under the cold weight of the earth-queen's sorrow. At last the people chose a hero to go to her, to beg for mercy.
They fitted her with fatted leather boots, with a thick leather vest, with fur-lined gloves and a fur-lined cloak. “You go into the heart of winter,” they told her. “Give no quarter to the co
FFM 23: Trophies“And this one, I got after I slayed the vampire of Gershon,” the Hunter announced, pointing at the two holes tattooed on his neck. “When I battled the Odd Ones in Goblith Forest, I got this one back here.” He turned to reveal chaotic black spirals twisting up his spine. “These ones--”
This had been going on too long.
Aloric stood from the bar, shrugging the furs off his shoulder. The tavern went silent as the audience’s gaze shifted. Ragged claw-marks tore down his chest, and his right bicep was encircled with a jagged ring that could only have been jaws. A cluster of arrow-sized dots marred his side, and a net a thin lines wound up one side of his face.
Leaning within inches of the hunter’s face, Aloric let out a low growl. “Anyone can buy tattoos. Scars are earned.”
FFM27: She Probably Meant WellI stared at the room from all angles while Martha, the real estate agent, stared at me in unmasked horror. She rubbed her palms against the sides of her black pencil skirt. She shifted back and forth from left foot to right foot, ready at any moment to sprint out of here.
I didn't really blame her. I got that kind of reaction from everyone. Martha must have needed the commission pretty badly to have stuck it out this well. She'd showed me the entire house, from the immaculate cellar to the spacious attic. She'd even answered all of my questions without screaming.
“I'd like to make an offer,” I said. I tried to move very slowly as I turned back around to face her. The eyes bobbed in the air. They followed me with the same extreme slowness. Big Blue, an eye the size of a tennis ball, floated in front of me. It spun in place, keeping its gaze fixed on poor Martha. The sight of it must have been too much for her, because she fainted.
“Great,” I said to no one in par
There is a Happy Land“Do you see the light?” Millie asked, elbowing her brother and pointing across the dark field.
Steven pushed his braids behind his ears and his eyes followed the line of her finger. At first, there was nothing, but then he spotted the small flash over the grass. “Fireflies?” he asked.
“Fairies, she whispered back.
Grabbing her younger brother by the hand, she dragged him towards it. Steven dug his heels into the dirt, pulling back. The field was full of weeds and sticker plants that would get stuck in his purple princess dress. “Steven!” she whined.
“No,” he protested. “It’ll ruin my dress and Dad ‘ll never let me have another one.”
Millie pulled harder, forcing him forward. “Then hold up your skirts. I can’t go without you. They said so. It’s all of us or none of us.”
The young boy gave up fighting and grabbed hold of the satin play dress. He gave a glance back at the dark house. Mom
The Prettiest StarShe touched the stone, and the stars fell down.
The world seemed to come crashing down with them, the storied tales in those fake glass stars tumbling and twirling, beautiful beacons that had brought faith to thousands; the whistling as they fell sounded like the cries of the newly hopeless.
The woman at the pedestal stood without a single twist of regret. Her posture was certain, her hands steady. Blood soaked her face, matching the crimson of her cloak as it billowed around her in the darkness, as the air filled with the white explosions of the stars around her, shattering as they sent glass splintering across the huge domed room.
"Seline, stop!" a red-haired woman screeched from the doorway, too late to stop her. She stumbled backward, shielding her eyes.
Bodies lay in the room around the pedestal Seline had just touched, broken. Their white capes were stained red, and their red-crossed shields lay shattered and abandoned. Seline's sword was stained with that blood, steaming in
FFM 2014: Day 25Jenny was seven when the first ladders appeared in the sky. No one knew where they’d come from or what they were for, but they were clearly impossible. Extruding into the atmosphere at ridiculous lengths, their tops lost in the clouds.
“It’s a sign from God.” Said her Great Aunt Mathilda. “These are the end of days and the Lord has provided us with direct access to heaven.”
Jenny was only little, but even she though that sounded a bit silly. Whatever the ladders were, surely if God was bringing about the end of world he would have had something better up his sleeve.
After a while, they became part of the landscape. Air traffic routes were greatly inhibited, but above a certain height the ladders seemed to disappear, slipping through into whatever dimension they had originated from.
Scientific expeditions were sent up, but never returned. The government tried blocking them off, but there were just so many of the damned things, so in the end they issue
OW - Reunion - RP [Part 1]Sigh. Another day to do nothing useful came. Lately, he’d been stuck on his room, reading, reading, writing a bit, and reading, all the books he already read, as they came from the last time he stepped at the library. Since then he didn’t feel the grayish sunrays properly, making his skin especially pale, almost transparent. Knew he had to do something to change this, but what? The sylph didn’t remember of anyone that actually would hear his sick thoughts and worries…. Maybe just a walk? He didn’t use his legs for days. In a closer place. Yes. Sighed again, while getting up of the bed and wearing lazily the usual clothes. He stepped outside, breathing lightly, still often touching the walls to not to fall. The courtyard could be good enough, as soon noticed not so many people were there… Ended up sitting up on one of the benches, already tired.
They were returning from a usual trip down past Moonseed, to a town, where a park was. Morpheus had a fr
(good title here)She could hardly see through the sheen of tears, making it difficult to navigate the woods as she ran. She'd made a mistake. A huge whopping mistake, clearly she hadn't been thinking- A surprise visit. And boy howdy was it a surprise. Lupe had looked shocked, almost scared, to see her, something she'd never thought would happen. She should have realized when he brushed her off she should go, but no, the small brunette was bull headed and whined and complained and he shoved her away from him when she reached out to touch him which was unexceptionable-
but oooh, why hadn't she left?
She'd never seen him change before. It was frightening and violent, her shoulder still stinging from a swipe as she darted out the way she'd come. Her little heart pounded all but out of her chest.
Hands that were scraped and raw from falling as she went came up, wiping away the tears but simultaneously smearing dirt on her tear streaked cheeks. Her hair was half loose and who knew what happened to her other
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