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DreamWolves Teaser~ (RE-UPLOADED.)After the group had ran for what felt like hours, charging through a seemingly endless valley, they halted at the edge of the burning Redwood.
"Oh, Gods," a whimper came from one of the wolves in the group.
The forest that greeted them, normally so peaceful and passionate with beauty, was a raging inferno of wild, out-of-control flames. The red leaves that hung on every tree, the color of which reminded those who saw them of hot, fresh blood, and the plain-as-day reason behind the name of the forest, were curling away from the blackening branches that held them with a firm, yet gentle grasp, and falling to nothing more than a speck of charred, eroded life at the wolves' paws.
Choking shrieks of horror swept through the group, and ringing in the air around them.
"Silence, you fools!" the half-breed snarled, whirling on her followers. With one glare from their leader, the wolves in the group fell silent, recoiling from her piercing, white-gray gaze. "Do you want whatever is responsible f
FrogClan's Cats and Clan design~FrogClan:
A Clan found in the deepest parts of the forest: The camp is formed in the middle of a marsh, where, as its name suggests, frogs, rats, and water voles are abundant.
FrogClan is a poorer, less-clean Clan than the others in the forest; it is also smaller and in need of more warriors and kits.
The cats of FrogClan:
Leader - Porcupinestar - Massive, long-furred, light brown tom with darker flecks. His fur sticks out in all directions, reminding those who see him of a porcupine, resulting in how he got his name: His eyes are deep amber. Porcupinestar seems kind-hearted, but will give his lives to protect his Clan. It is unknown how many lives that Porcupinestar has.
Deputy - Blackbriar - Strong-muscled, lanky, long-legged tom: His pelt is jet-black and unkempt. The kits steer away from him because it was rumored that he has fleas. Blackbriar is not the friendliest of cats, and is usually the one to give apprentices duties if he thinks that they need them--which is all the time. H
Contest Entry: 'Walking with Dinosaurs'Heat rolled off the blacktop from Summer's scorching rays of hellish, blinding light.
I sighed, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand: Sticky beads of sweat clung to my pale skin, and no matter how much I scrubbed at my face with the back my hand, the sticky wetness kept returning, pouring down my face and making me appear as if I had just gotten out of a lake, somewhere. Oh, how I despised Summertime.
I had just finished my jog, which had been a full two miles. My throat was dry and aching, and I decided it'd be best if I stopped at a local gas station to get a drink--anything would do. I just needed something before I fell over, dead.
I spotted the gas station up ahead--and something else. A horse. Why on earth was a horse in the parking lot of the gas station?
Shrugging, I continued walking, eager to moisten my throat with liquid.
Upon my arrival, I could tell that this horse was no ordinary horse: Metal slabs served as its skin, and massive bolts seemed to hold the slabs in p
Pokemon Fan-fiction: TTFJ: Chapter 3.~~ The Thistle Flower's Journey: A Pokemon Fan-fiction ~
Chapter 3;; "The Dragonite"
It was madness that greeted me as soon as I opened that door. Pokémon of all shapes and sizes scurried about the living room that stood before me, and I had the sudden urge to return to my room, or so I assumed it was my room, with the Fennekin and all. I contemplated that for a moment, before deciding against it. Gritting my teeth, I hopped further into the living room, and like many things, I regretted it. I stepped on something, and I stumbled, grappling out for anything to keep me on my feet--well, foot. Great, I was going to fall.
Just before I did, the Fennekin that had been with me since I awoke from that endless void of darkness, pressed against me. "Fennekin!" it squealed, helping to keep me from hitting the floor.
After that incident, I pressed myself against a nearby wall, and looked to see what I had stepped on. It was a tiny thing, with bright yellow fuzz-like fur, and four tiny, dar
Pokemon Fan-fiction: TTFJ: Chapter 2.~~ The Thistle Flower's Journey: A Pokemon Fan-fiction ~
Chapter 2;; "Amnesia's State of Confusion"
I floated in the undying darkness for what seemed like eternity. I wanted to break out of my dark cage. I wanted to see what the real world looked like. For some reason, I couldn't remember what it looked like at all--much less felt like. How did the sun feel against my skin? Was anyone worried about me? More importantly, did I have anyone? I just couldn't remember. As hard as I tried, nothing came to my mind. It was like hitting an impenetrable wall. The darkness that held me captive seemed to strengthen, and I soon couldn't think at all.
It was a sniffing, wet nose that woke me. I groaned, peeling my eyes open. Surprisingly, it hurt to open them, but I wanted to see what this thing was that was touching me, so I didn't dare shut them: I was also afraid if I did, I'd be sucked into that endless void of darkness once again. My vision was blurry for a few moments, and that same wet nose co
Pokemon Fan-fiction: TTFJ: Chapter 1.~~ The Thistle Flower's Journey: A Pokemon Fan-fiction ~
Chapter 1;; "Crumble and Fall: Mistakes and Regrets"
Today was one of those days in the Kalos region where Pokemon trainers would be out and about, playing and training with their Pokemon. Gentle rays of golden light shone down from the sun's wish to keep the Summer day warm; the sky was an azure-blue, dappled with soft, fluffy, white clouds, which did not once offer to block the sun. But like always, I was the odd-ball: I was the only one who wasn't out having a good time, though I'm quite happy with what I'm doing now.
I go by the name Azami, which means "thistle flower." I'm not entirely sure why my parents named me this, but I'm not one to question my parents' decision. The reason I say I'm happy with what I'm doing now, is because, you see, I live on my father's Pokemon ranch, which he created in memory of my mother, who passed away a few years ago: she loved Pokemon, and wanted to help those in need. And so, my father fulfil
Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction: Allison's DeathA Teen Wolf Fan-fiction
I stared in horror as the Oni slashed Isaac open, one-by-one with their midnight-black swords. He fell to his knees right in front of me, his eyes a wolf-gold. I had never seen so much blood before in my entire life. It was soaking through his ripped shirt, and spatters of blood clung to his face. Kira and the others had jumped in and were attempting to lure the Oni away from Isaac, but one remained, his sword drawn back as he prepared to land the final blow and take Isaac's life. I wanted to scream, and my mind raced with thoughts. What was I going to do? Isaac couldn't die here! I glanced down at my bow and my newly-made silver arrow, and I suddenly knew what I had to do. I notched the arrow, and pulled the string on my bow back, aiming for the Oni's chest. As the Oni swung, I loosed, and the arrow went whizzing past Isaac. With a sickening 'shhh', the arrow stuck in the Oni's chest. He gasped, clutching at the area around the arrow, and then
DreamWolves: Novel Description~| ~ ĎŔĔĂМŴŐĹVĔŚ ~ |
~ | My name is Hershey, and I doubt you'll believe what I am about to tell you. | ~
Hershey Kissed has always been a skittish young pup. Living in the middle of nowhere, on a small farm with her owners, surrounded by dense forest, every sound, shape, and, well, basically anything that should move, has always frightened her. Since she was brought into the world, she had believed bugs, rabbits, and lizards were the scariest things out there.
When Hershey squeezes through the fence that surrounds her owners' home to prove to the family cat that she can be brave, she soon discovers that there is more terrifying things than mere garden pests. Everything that this youngster has come to know in the few short weeks of her life is about to change as she learns of a secret gateway that bridges two worlds, the mortal world, Earth, and Ravencee, a place where dreams and beasts of legend thrive. But Ravencee is in peril, and two
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