Be Careful Who You Laugh AtBe Careful Who You Laugh AtBe Careful Who You Laugh At by ~ADA2
She fell from the sky and crashed down into the earth, he body was aching she was in so much pain, lying there on her back she stared up at the heavens, she had been cast out, the others, the ones liked her grew tired of her treatment of humanity and they just got rid of her. They did not like the way she judged them, she never killed that was her one rule, maybe that is what caused this, instead of killing them she instead merely changed them, she robbed them of there bodies and gave them something more fitting.
The air was cold against her naked form as she would sit up, her hand goes to her head and she rubs it, pain shots up her body, they had taken away her immortality as well, "Well this is just fantastic." She would then stand up on shaky legs and look around, it was clear she had no idea where she is, she crashed down through trees and all sorts, she was stuck here in this forest and there seemed to be no way out. She moved forward and then she felt
Faith In The Old Gods The EndingShe squirmed beneath the onslaught of pain tearing through her body. Everything felt different, she didn't even feel human anymore and that alone scared her, her clothing was shredded to pieces, littering the ground around her form. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to feel but she couldn't stop the transformation and she couldn't hide her panic. Finally she let out an agonizing cry that didn't sound even remotely human. Her body shook, the pain died away. She grew still as she fell to the ground for what felt like days, trying to understand, trying to feel one trace of humanity left in her.Faith In The Old Gods The Ending by ~ADA2
Slowly she shifted her head, her ears pulled back as she sniffed her paws. She smelt the sand, the stagnated air, and she could smell another creature that carried a different scent from her own. Her ears perked up at the sounds of slick claws moving over soft sand and stone. Her aching bones protested to her sharp jarring movement as she got to her feet, jumping around to see who had
Faith In The Old Gods 5She clamped her hands over her ears as the sorrow filled howl echoed through the halls. It went straight through her, it wasn't enough to simply cut out the sound, she could feel the vibrations bouncing off the walls coursing through her and causing her spine to shiver. Slowly she lowered her shaking hands, not wanting to frighten the beast into attacking. Come on think, she told herself, it wasn't a jackal before... it was something else. "What are you?" She asked.Faith In The Old Gods 5 by ~ADA2
You weren't the average size of a normal Jackal but bigger, your fur was matted and coloured in a midnight black just like your eyes that were of two great empty abysses that had swallowed up all the light in the room, supported on a small but agile frame of the Jackal.
She hadn't expected an answer from you, but a low whine escaped through your now elongated jaw. She ran her hand through her hair, trying to think, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She looked around, her torch shinning light on a tall and haun
Ebil Witch Lady's Halloween PartyIt was that time of the year again when the leaves start to change color and the cold winter breezes slowly come in. The month of October seemed to pass by quickly as people got ready for the biggest night of the month: Halloween. Parents prepped their kids and made sure they were dressed up in the costumes of various characters; those young enough to not know better were accompanied by their parents as they took them out into the slightly breezy night.Ebil Witch Lady's Halloween Party by ~halfpint51
This was the perfect time of the year for the infamous trickster, known by few as the Ebil Witch Lady. She loved Halloween just as much as all the children do, though she wasn’t in it for the candy. Halloween was a special time where she could use her magical abilities to cause mischief on all kinds of people. One might think she’s a monster for what she does, but nobody ever remembers who they once were when she’s finished. Of course, she had one condition that she followed to a tee: all of the adorable children were
The Island of Wolves It’s a thought as they drive. Rain patters against misted glass. The engine thrums. They are silent – the radio crackles, voices rising in and out of white noise. They’ve given up on tuning it. The hills keep interfering.The Island of Wolves by ~W-Lupus
“Once extraordinarily numerous in Britain.”
“Are you going to turn it off?”
Garbled words and spikes in volume.
“Didn’t suffer from insular dwarfism, and may have grown as large as arctic wolves.”
It raises a few eyebrows. One of them studies zoology. They won’t turn the radio off now.
“The wolf became between 1485 official records Scotland - one tale as 1888.”
The driver thumps it with his fist. The station goes out of tune; indignantly.