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Siren's Song -Trade-"A bottle o' rum and a seaworthy ship, that be what you need for a fine pirate trip... that BE what you NEED for a... aargh, no, no! Th' rhythm on that be all wrong!"
Havoc Down let out a sigh. The Calico Anne was currently passing through uninhabited waters, nary an island or rival ship in sight. The Mobian pirate wolf was attempting to stave off the boredom by trying to compose new sea shanties, but wasn't having much luck stringing anything workable together.
That lass from the Valley made songwritin' look so easy. Alright, from th' top...
Taking a deep breath, Havoc began his makeshift song again, then again, but couldn't produce anything that sounded like a proper shanty. Just as he was about to give up, an uncannily pleasant harmony of words and melody entered his head. A smile crossed his face as he began again.
"Come here, oh sailors, follow our song, come for a visit... and... ... ...wait a sec, that be no pirate shanty. How in
They Caught YouThey've caught you.
They've turned you.
You're one of them now.
You're bound to their world now. You can never leave.
You will live out the rest of your life in their world, as one of them.
Not a day will pass by that you won't miss your home and your old friends and family. You know you will never have a chance to see them again.
They will try to comfort you. They will try to convince you that being one of them isn't so bad. But it won't help in the slightest.
You are one of them now, and will be forever.
(Still image of you as one of them, looking very sad.)
Guide to Enchanted CostumesThank you for purchasing an enchanted costume from Witch's Wardrobe. The costume can be put on just like any other: simply insert your head and limbs into the costume and zip up the zipper on the chest or back. The similarities end there, though: once the costume is fully on, it fuses to your body and the zipper falls off, meaning you now ARE the creature you're dressing up as!
When you want to take the costume off, simply press the zipper back into place. This will reverse the enchantment and separate the costume from its wearer, allowing it to be taken off normally.
Is it safe to wear a costume over another costume?
Yes. In fact, you can stack as many costumes as you want with no ill effects-- just try not to lose track of who you really are!
My zipper got lost or broken! Am I stuck in my costume forever?
Of course not! Costume zippers are interchangeable, and you can buy replacement zippers at any Witch's Wardrobe
Discord's Counter-Agent -Gift-When the D virus infected ~lizardman22's gallery, one character in particular was on to it almost from the beginning.
Hisspan Down was the perfect counter-agent against Discord, the corporeal avatar the virus had sent into her world. Besides being the wife of the virus's target, she was friends with pretty much everyone in her setting, so she always had someone to go to when she needed a particular service. On top of that, her ability to detect blood pressure fluctuations and see in infra-red made spying all the easier.
As Discord stayed in the Valley of Venom, awaiting his chance to strike, Hisspan was setting things in motion herself, things that would eventually lead to the virus's defeat.
It was the day of Discord's arrival, shortly after he'd been shown around town. Hisspan opened the door to the house of Oceania "Teardrop" Otter without hesitation, glancing over her shoulder as she did. She closed the door as soon as she entered.
Living A Nightmare -Trade-"NO!"
Wolfen's heart pounded as he sat up in bed, his fur damp with sweat. The expression on his face was one of fear and uneasiness.
Beside him, Hisspan stirred, then woke up as well.
"The nightmare again?"
"The nightmare again," the wolf moaned.
Very recently, a recurring nightmare had started to plague Wolfen's dreams. In it, he was a roboticized wolf again, on a murderous rampage through the Valley of Venom. He was an unstoppable killing machine, slaughtering adults and children alike without mercy. Then he ran into Hisspan, who begged him to stop... and he killed her just as mercilessly. That was always when he woke up.
Hisspan shook her head. "This has to come to an end. Whatever's causing that nightmare, we've got to put a stop to it."
"I couldn't agree more. Does your mother have any remedies for nightmares?"
"No... Marie deals more in physical issues. Why don't you try Tashako? He's a great listener; telling your woes
Sadie and the Bus CrashMy name is Sadie, and I'm a sorceress in training at the Dragon's Glade Academy of Magic.
I've already told you the story of the day I missed the magic bus to school, only to turn myself into a griffon by accident in my attempts to arrange alternative transportation for myself.
For days after that, I devoted my spare time to reviewing that spell and figuring out how it happened. I rewrote the spell a bit, working out the kinks and making the whole thing much simpler. I even touched it up so the transformation could undo itself when I touched down at home; that way I could "commute" both ways.
I haven't ridden the bus since. Flying to school and back as a griffon is a heck of a lot more fun than spending twenty boring and awkward minutes stuck in a stagecoach car; it's also faster and more convenient. I've never even gotten in trouble for it.
Well, okay, that isn't quite true. There was this one time.
I was flying to school as usual, tagging along with the
Sadie Misses the BusMy name is Sadie, and I'm a sorceress in training.
If that sounds exciting, I don't blame you. I was excited, too, until my first day at the Dragon's Glade Academy of Magic... and after that it was really boring.
The art of crafting and casting spells is... well, to compare it to a more mundane level of study, it's very similar to computer programming. Spells are written in a special magic language and compiled just like computer code. You craft your first "Hello World" spell and from there it's all uphill.
Still, I try to be a good student. I pay as much attention as I can in class (which isn't very much), I do all my homework, and I study at home.
I'm a horridly antisocial person, so I don't live on campus. I commute there and back via magic bus. Well, it's not so much a "bus" as a multi-car stagecoach drawn by two pegasi. The cars are enchanted to be virtually weightless, so the pegasi can fly the bus through the air without strain.
Character profile: Terrance"Sure, I'll take a look at your computer... uh... can you bring it here? I can't leave the house at this time of day or I'll get sunburned." --Terrance
Type of character: Sonicverse (lizardman22)
Name: Terrance "Terry" Regia (REJ-yuh)
Age: Around 25
Race/species: Albino ball python (Mobian)
Family and associates:
Youngest of five siblings. Single; doesn't appear interested in love.
Terrance is not specially built for a Mobian snake. His eyes are the usual reptilian black, and his tail is about as long as he is tall. His scaly hide is primarily white, but almost completely covered in large "inkblots" of orange.
He's often seen with a digital tablet, silver in color, connected to a pair of headphones that rest around his neck. He also has a navy blue knapsack he typically keeps his more portable electronics in. Other than that, he typically doesn't wear anything.
Blood Regent: FaithfulThe beads were cold on his fingertips. The old brick of the church smelled of mold; corroded by the decades of winds breezing up from the loch.
“O my God, I am heartfully sorry for having offended thee,” he rolled the bead along the edge of his finger. The words spilled from his lips, memorized but still genuine. He lifted the stick until the candle finally breathed flame.
“- and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishment, but most of all because I have offended Thee my God…”
“Garrett,” a voice called from behind him.
“- Who is all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve…”
“Garrett, haven’t you asked enough?” Garrett felt a hand brush his shoulder. His scar rubbed against the cloth and the feeling was unpleasant.
“That is the point of repentance, Duncan. It will never be enough. Leave me to my prayers, please.”
Garrett watched Duncan’s shadow dance across the walls. He p
SethEn la oscuridad del origen del mundo definí mi destino
La llave de la verdad yace enterrada en lo profundo de mi alma
Mi sangre inerte clama por el conocimiento perdido.
HauntedAs the apartment door shut behind Melliene she turned, looking back at it. It was difficult for her to leave that apartment a second time in such a rush but it had to be done. She knew herself too well to know that if she stayed any longer that things wouldn't have gotten accomplished. A sigh left her lips as she breathed into the white scarf that was drawn over her face, and neck, concealing her identity, as she tore herself from Nallaen's door.
Descending the stairs of the apartment building she passed one fellow, nodding her head in greeting. Dressed as this, hidden, and garbed in white silken robes of the Light she was no longer Melliene. She was Greer Rosach, a woman of the Cathedral. A kind woman. A good woman. Everything Melliene was not. Sometimes she wished for Greer to become a reality for her, to put an end to her hazardous ways. It didn't matter how much she hid behind the mask though. She would always be Melliene. A selfish woman. A woman who knew no bounds. A woman who wo
anythingHold on. No, wait, a little to the left. Smile. Moment captured. We'll hate it later. We love it now. You don't use enough exclamation marks when you talk, birdie. I know. I don't like them. You are too close for breathing. Hold my hand when we are not together. Hold my hand through walls and fallen trees. Let me live in everything you see. Let me jump from every object you glance at. Let my name ring out as a ghost when you see someone with hair like mine. Let the memory of my hands graze your mind when you see someone else's. Let nothing else be enough. And my shadow hovers over everything you are. And my voice still makes you jerk your head. And you are my first experiment, and let the sound of typing make you remember me. May the blurred silhouette against the kitchen window at 10pm when the light is long remind you of me. May you miss where your head fell against my collarbone. Scoop up burned charcoal with bare fingers and cry. Dip your guitar string calluses in the ocean and cry
RescueThe sound of the screams was the worst - horrible shrieks that cut off into gurgles when the Old's plasma cut through the lungs of its victim and reduced their vocal chords to wax. William watched, 6-year-old eyes wide with horror, hidden under a table as an atrocity against nature, a metal-and-black-flesh creature, stomped past, making no noise except for the soft hiss of its plasma caster. The humans did the rest.
The smell made him want to vomit - he did, but only when he was sure that the Old were gone. William crawled out on his hands and knees, looking around the resort that used to house 2,000 souls - now but one. The recreational world he lived on was mostly waterfront property, through incredible terraforming efforts, and was shot through with as many rivers and oceans as veins in a beast. The sirens had come only a moment before the Old ship seemed to appear in the sky, so far away that the atmosphere colored it blue. William didn't know what had happened next - rain started
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