Caught in a Snow StormWinter's night had come quickly to Neon City, colder than the warmer seasons, the streets were bustling with noise and lights due to all the christmas shoppers and drunk celebrators of the merry holidays...but the noise was deafening and the lights blinding to one person. She was the only one wearing sunglasses and headphones pressed as tight as they could be against her ears. "Gah, so much noise...how many light-blubs does this city's seasonal decorations need? It's too bright..." NightShroud complained to herself as she walked through the heaving crowds. Every time someone bumped into her she would growl under her breath. "Is all courtesy and etiquette just simply abandoned when December comes? It's infuriating and ridiculous! So much for good will to all men and joy to the world; the only good will available is the late opening times of shops and the only sense of joy is when you finally reach home without the infernal crowds and drunkards." NightShroud wished she could just take ofFarumir
Wolf And Dragon Chapter 1: The CrashChapter 1: The CrashSetsunaDamius
(Setsuna Damius Before chapter notes: So this is my first actual story, and not a fanfiction. I’m used to writing about creatures, since I write pokemon fanfictions >.> This is a story, a love-action-comedy story, between an anthro-dragon and an anthro-wolf. If you don’t like the pairing. I’m sorry, just don’t read it. I’m a writer, and I shall be free to write as I please. Everything in this story will NEVER EVER go past PG-13. I swear on that. I will say though, I’ll sometimes write about blood. Not like psycho insane amounts of blood, but I mean, there is some violence is in this story. Well otherwise ENJOY!)
I opened my eyes. My head hurts. Just the right side of my head. Something came down over my right eye. Something wet, warm and thick. I lifted my left hand up, and noticed how much pain was in my body. My arm felt like lead, my body felt like it was light. Not good. My vision was blurry, and it looked like
FoE: Broken SteelCrystal-Eclair
Stable 88, a control Stable constructed by Stable-Tec over two hundred years ago to protect over five hundred ponies from a Mega Spell Disaster. It did its job, it saved those who made it into the Stable when the call came out, but it also sealed the fate of them all too. When the bombs fell and the giant steel door rolled into place and was driven in by the mechanical arm, it broke. No pony had ever found out what happened but they say that the vibrations from the bombs damaged a vital internal component that jammed the steel door's locking system in place, permanently sealing the Stable from the outside world.
For two hundred or so years the huge Stable continued life, everypony lived and died as the years passed. The Stable was supposed to house six hundred but when the door closed, only five hundred and fifty two made it in. Despite this, the Stable was said to house enough genetic diversity to allow the populace to live in the Stable for at
Stealing From Dragons“Right here is fine. Take the bag off.”Bowtothedrow
The burlap sack was yanked off of Revenian’s head. He squinted as his eyes were assaulted by unfiltered light. But even when his vision cleared he found it impossible to orient himself: the mountains surrounding him were a far cry from the forest where he’d been captured.
“Are you sure we can use this one?” a second voice asked from somewhere behind him. “He doesn’t seem particularly bright.”
Revenian twisted around, trying to catch a glimpse of the speaker. An unseen hand forced him back onto his knees, pointedly keeping his head turned away from the conversation.
“You know good and well no one better is going to come along.” His first captor argued. “If you want that necklace, this is your chance.”
“Fine! Turn the dumb bastard around!”
Pressure appeared on both of Revenian’s shoulders, rotating his body one-hundred-and-eighty degrees. Looking straigh
A Ballad of Emotionslp573
We shouldn't forget our past.
But neither should we let it drag us down.
"And here we are again old friend," Vladimir said silently.
He stood alone in his room getting ready for the Christmas ball. For this event he had to call in a few favors and pull a few strings but in the end he had managed to get his hands on his old formal GG uniform. Now he stood and looked at himself in the mirror trying to get it to sit right, even if it didn't matter to him.
"What is wrong, daddy?" Pangma-la asked as she appeared next to him, having felt the mounting sadness and grief in Vlad's mind.
Vladimir looked at the penguin parasite, into her innocent eyes and sighed, "It's the uniform, and memories it contains," he explained.
"And what kind of memories are we talking about?" Pangma asked curious. "These are good memories, yet strangely they seem to haunt me more," Vlad explained. "Ho..." Pangma started but Vlad raised a hand to sile
The fires of courage are started with a spark of courage. |
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