898 Words, Enjoy :] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been a few days since the talk with Kezrue now, during which she had assured him and told him all is well, just to tell her if more changes would happen. Yet, it didn't feel okay, everyone else had been getting more of her focus lately. Even the new Imp he brought in, the one who seemed to be so shy interacting with anyone here, had been getting more focus. He didn't like to admit it, but he hated it, his flesh taking on a green tone. Eugh.. the shifting of color always felt so uncomfortable, but he had gotten better at ignoring it lately. Especially with it changing to be green more and more often. There was no way Kezrue was ignoring him on accident, did he mess up by telling her? It was all too much at this point, thoughts rushing around his head. A swirl of jealousy for the attention others were getting, and hate for what he must've done wrong. So he left off to the forest, grabbing his now usual gear he'd take with him while
Taking a Knife to a God fight by Fox0war, literature
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Taking a Knife to a God fight
614 words | Sheer Cold Season Prompt 2 ----------- He stayed there, flying in place, he knew she was coming. He could hear it. Just above the harsh howl of the wind, and the enraged roars of thunder, he could hear those massive wings slice through the air. Closer and closer she came, massive frame hidden in the clouds, the soft glow of her core and "eyes" being the only thing to truly give her away. The Smog-Imp on his back clinged closer. "She better be here soon," she said, voice barely hear over the storm "I'll guide you back to land by force if I need to" Pri'tas chuckled to himself, hearing as the great furious goddess flew directly at them. "You'll get your wish in just a few moments here." he spoke with a wide grin. Suddenly, the clouds tore apart and Pri'tas just barely reacted in time to avoid her razor sharp beak, getting caught by her shoulder. He quickly dug the blade into wherever he thought would be most painful for the goddess, activating the claws on his other hand
Memories in Close Proximity by Fox0war, literature
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Memories in Close Proximity
628 words total ----------------------------- Content warning: Depicts Violent Attack and Death of a fictional child ----------------------------- It wasn't fair to call what he was doing resting, it barely gave him energy, and the dreams never seemed to come forth. Neither was it fair to call it reminiscing, as despite what he saw being memories, he rarely saw a single speck of anything positive. It was perhaps best called...recounting. Recounting times long past. His life and its pain even before demi-godhood had gripped him so violently in its accursed claws. Tonight as he shut his eyes, he saw blood. That in of itself wasn't an odd sight for him, neither then or now, but whose blood it was made it a thousand times worse. He was young when it happened, both of them were, much too young. They were just children, it wasn't fair. It wasn't the slightest bit fair. That's what his mind spoke as he saw the black blood that splattered the alley walls, that coated his brother's fur. His
The Letter - Very short lol by Fox0war, literature
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The Letter - Very short lol
Moss had been tidying up when she heard a distinct thunk at the window near her, glancing over, she saw a Pao bird carrying a letter. She opened the window, letting the bird hop onto her hand as she removed the letter with the other, curious to see what she had even been sent, she didn't normally get mail by Pao after all. After getting the letter off she set the Pao on a desk and thanked it, then took a look at the letter. Ah, a message from Vladimir, asking her to come to the Carnival of Fools? How strange! Though, he did offer to pay for a babysitter, and a break just chilling with her friend would be quite nice.... she decided to write up a response. "Dear Vlad, that sounds like quite the lovely idea to me, but would you like me to come sooner or later? You must be clear with details like this! If you'd like me to come sooner, please allow me some time to dress up, it's only fair that I dress nice for an event. And please, tell me where you'll be at within the event? I don't want
(Please excuse poor writing! I am a novice! Word count: 418) Pho'bous was...... nervous to say the least, he doubted himself plenty. Was this really a good idea? He was only 92 after all! And what if this was a bad idea? Or worse, a trick! He tried to shake these negative thoughts out of his head, moving on to others. Oh yes he thought! He has to at least make himself presentable! So he grabbed one of his combs and started running it through his fluffy hair, and once that was finished he tried to conceal the dripping of his mask. Maybe moving his hair this way would help? Nonono that wouldn't work! Gah! He was annoyed by his strange affliction, it made him look bad, he thought, since that's what he had been told. It was ugly and messy. It was horrible. Oh my gods, were his patterns always that ugly?? Surely so, he thought. There was no way someone like him could ever feel good. That's why he was going out to seek guidance. After awhile of trying to make himself look nice he
(Please excuse any bad writing, I'm quite the novice! Total words: 464) Pho'Bous walked into the shop, a bag slung over one shoulder while he wore a thick jacket to hide himself from the cold. He looked around, it didn't seem to be too busy today, maybe it just wasn't a popular place? It... didn't matter though, popular or not it was the shop he entered, so he had to commit. He walked around for a fair while, seemed to sell a good variety of food, which was always good. But knowing what he was about to do caused him enough stress to make his mask drip more than usual. Good thing there was nobody to see. That and that there was nobody to see as he snuck a little pack of meat and a bottle of nectar into his bag. The guilt tugged at his core, but he needed these and didn't have enough money. They wouldn't mind.... right? Surely, it was only two out of many items! R-right? He forced those thoughts away best he could and closed up his bag, he knew that if he thought about it too much he