Unexpected Happenings Ch4 Requiem on the rocks"Mother! Father" Smunsou's frantic cries echoed eerily through the ghostly landscape, nearly drowned out in a roll of thunder, while dark clouds overhead shed torrents of ice-cold rain.Unexpected Happenings Ch4 Requiem on the rocks by DXCLove
The little Ridgeback had just come to not to long ago right as it started to get dark. He was rushing about the desolate area, searching everywhere for his dear father , whom he had last seen battling the bloodthirsty Imperial , before being knocked out. But so far all he saw was deep holes in the earth made but scratching and scraping and...and....
The call echoed over the land, traveling across the splintered earth; a pitiful, fraught cry. The last remnants of the child`s screech resonated for a few moments more, before being swallowed up the relentless tide of rain. For a moment the little dragon stood, shivering and desperate. Why wasn't Father answering him? Surely, his cries must have reached him by now. Had he….forgotten about him?
Of course not! Maybe he just
The CallThe sky was darkening, the stars coming out slowly. The moon was new, barely the tiniest sliver. Good. The sky would be nice and dark for this ritual.
Cyara took a deep breath and lifted her head to the sky. As the sky darkened and the night became black, the myriad iridescent markings on her ebony hide began to glow blue and green. The sail down her back began to burn with these colors as well. The phosphorescent glow of her aqua eyes were eclipsed for a moment as her eyelids slid shut. Her head lifted even further, her wings splaying to show off the glorious markings.
A shiver ran down her spine, rattling all her scales. She felt hot, even though the air was chill with the bite of autumn. Her markings flushed with blood, turning purple and pink. Her still-cerulean eyes snapped open, and she used her powerful legs to leap high into the air. Wings were ready to catch her, and they beat with a fervor that matched the new passion burning in her chest.
She was a dragon, and a young one at
Aren Bestiary: Of The Leviathan
The waters boil and churn,
Hell's horns roar their call,
And up rises Leviathan.
-- An Arbaysian sailor song (excerpt)
"You should know, that there are things in the sea that grow as long as they live, and some things in the deep will not die of old age."
-- The Spider (Xiphean) in Kherastenai.
In the ancient days, before the lands of Khai turned into desert, when Dazmar cities there were still full of life, the Dazmar mythology included three primordial beasts, each of which ruled over one element. Bahammodh ruled the land, Zhimmodh ruled the sky and Dhiammodh the sea. This myth became obscured and intertwined with the Madjasti mythology by the end of the First Dazmar Empire in Erdasia. The Dazmar cities of Ardasea were now gone, but some of the names of mythical beasts survived in the languages of neighboring peoples, such as the Masharans, and later evolved into the forms "behemoth", "simurgh" and "tiamat". What is remarkable though, is that based on ancient Dazmar art
Meeting the sea serpentThe voice came out clear as a bell, as if it came from a person standing outside of the water. In fact, it kind of echoed around the area wherever the tank from the water was present. People 'oooh'ed and 'aww'ed at the sight while the tour guide simply smiled, allowing Lexen to continue speaking.
"Before you continue, I will answer some common questions.
"No, I am not an actor inside of a mermaid costume. I am a sea serpent, a proud race of merpeople that live in the harshest regions of the ocean. No, I am not going to sing and dance like one of your 'Little Mermaid' movies you humans love so much. No, you may not ask about where I came from nor will I accept any photos taken of me. Yes, I would love to talk with you humans about whatever else is on your mind, it kills time. Now you may speak."
The crowd of people began to chatter like fifth grade children and overflowed the sea serpent with questions and comments. Lexen appeared to be quite used to this kind of reaction and answered t
The Sea SerpentBlue Green purple or red the sea serpent fascinates me
How graceful he mooves under the sea
In the salty smelling ocean brime
A very tear is brought to my ey
To gaze upon this giant gentle beast
For in his eyes I find peace
If I could know where he goes
I would follow him til pruned were my toes
To find a gren she-sea serpant in which to give a child
To be like his father tender, gentle and mild
Diclonius-Craft Chapter 3We were flying high above the translucent ocean, looking for some kind of land with more than just a single tree. Claire pointed down at a dark spot on the ocean floor, "Look at that! I think there's a hole there." I stopped in mid-air and observed the hole. I could see a light coming from inside of it, and something reflecting the light. I gripped Claire tighter in my arms, "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Claire nodded and held in a big breath. I did the same and flew down into the hole. We landed in a large cavern, completely soaked. Claire pointed to a chest in a long tunnel, "Look!" I ran over to it, almost smacking my head on the wooden planks above my head. When I opened it, I nearly jumped. Inside, was a new iron pickaxe, a couple of loaves of bread, some iron bars, and a small drawstring bag. I handed the bread and iron to Claire, took the pickaxe, and examined the drawstring bag. There were small, pearl-sized object inside of it, but it was too dark to see what they were. Wh
And there she was, Martha Wayles Skelton Jefferson, lying on the white bed, surrounded by colourful flowers that didn’t seem so colourful to Thomas at all. The pale skin glued to her bone structure like a soft silk hugging the body of the woman he loved the most. She had soft dark shades under her eyes that used to have a beautiful hazel colour.
“The eyes I never got tired of looking at.” He thought to himself.
Her gorgeous, long, light, brown, wavy hair seemed to have lost its vivid colour.
“The hair I used to smell. That soft smell of roses you always had on your hair.”
The corpse of his beloved had Martha’s favourite dress, a light beige one with soft yellow lines.
“The dress she wore the first time we ever saw each other.”
On her neck she was bearing a golden necklace with a golden cross.
“The golden necklace I gave you as a birthday gift.”
On her left hand, there was the golden ring.
The wedding ring.
“The ring I pl
Review of Stephen King's 'The Stand' bySTEPHEN KING'S "THE STAND" Review by Brendan Corris
I consider myself to be somewhat of a Stephen King fan and I recently finished reading "The Stand", a novel that is commonly referred to as King's greatest work. Before I start my review, however, I have a couple of WARNINGS for the reader. One thing to keep in mind as you take in my babbling is that the copy I read was the "Complete and Un-cut Edition", so if you have only read the original, you may be confused about some of the references I will be making later on, as this edition was released years later, containing pages of detail and character development from the original manuscript that did not make the cut at the book's first publication. I am not entirely sure of what was taken out in the original, but the novel's introduction states that the beginning and ending are a little "new" (my guess is by that they mean the intro about the superflu victims escaping the army base is new) and that flash backs of Frannie and her mother
Mating FlightDesert sun glinted off the male's bronze scales; the female's copper hide gleaming in the noon day sun. Approaching the Elder, and laying their betrothal gifts at her feet, they inclined their heads, bending fore-claws in a draconic bow. Taking up the male's gift, the Elder examined the golden claw-ring, set with rubies and etched with serpentine symbols. Laying it down, the she looked over the emerald-studded silver choker offered by the female, noting the intricate designs engraved on it. With the Elders approval, the betrothals gifts, forged of the best of the couple's own horde and crafted by claw and flame, were exchanged.
Donning their gifts, the betrothed abruptly took flight in a flurry of sand, circling higher and higher, 'til they were naught but dots in the cloudless sky. Clasping claw to claw, talon to talon, tails intertwined, they dove, spinning, twisting, whirling toward the ground in their mating flight, 'til, barely seconds from the sand, they separated, wings snapping
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