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Sunny DaysIt was a lovely warm morning, a rarity these past few months, and many people were taking advantage of it. The streets were bustling with people and merchants trying to sell frozen treats and fresh fruit.
Even Paul had deigned to have his breakfast in the garden. Having had the servants bring a table and chairs there, he was now sitting in the shade, enjoying a cup of coffee and the quiet morning. Until Darren came bursting into the garden, cursing and muttering profanities.
"That little wretch. Good for nothing... If I find him," Darren cursed, pacing back and forth in front of the table.
With a sigh Paul set down the cup and prepared for a rant, "Is something wrong?"
"I'll wring the bastard's neck when I find out who it was," Darren said, stopping behind one of the chairs and gripping it's back until his knuckles turned white. Paul sat quietly in his chair, waiting patiently for his friend to continue.
"You remember that theft I've been planning?" Darren asked after
A Wish"I wish I had some work," Darren said lazily.
"You can go and clean up the stables if you need something to do," Paul said without taking his eyes off a book he was reading. No doubt another dome packed full of history of philosophy.
"As am I. Look, if you need work then go out and find some instead of sitting here all day long and complaining."
"That's easier said than done," Darren laughed sourly. "You know very well that what I do is considered illegal by most people, the king among them."
"Then do something that isn't illegal."
"Well,"Paul began to say, finally taking his eyes off the book, when a servant entered.
"There is someone to see you Sir."
Darren, having been lounging in an armchair up until now, suddenly sat up straight.
"Front of back door?"
The servant frowned. "The front door," he said without even trying to hide his annoyance.
Darren frowned as well and sank back into the chair with a small grunt and a look of disappointment on his face.
Can you hear me?In which Darren faces the prospect of being shot and eaten.
"Can you Hear me?" Darren yelled at the innkeeper. The white haired old man standing on the other side of the bar didn't look at him and continued cleaning a beer glass.
"HELLO?" He tried again, this time waving his hand in front of the man.
"Stop yer shoutin'! I can hear ye just fine," the innkeeper snapped, finally noticing his customers, "Whadda ya want?"
Darren let out a sigh: "Just a glass of whiskey."
"Whiskey!" Darren growled, his patience worn thin.
"Oh. Why didn't ya say so. We're fresh out of the stuff up here. If ya want any you gotta go down them stairs into the basement," the innkeeper gestured behind him, "And bring a cask back up. My back isn't what it used to be."
"Really? You don't look that old and frail to me." Darren remarked. The innkeeper was as big as a bear and most likely had the strength of one as well.
He got angry at the remark, began to say something then b
Become History ~Human!Sly x Reader
Human!Sly Cooper x Reader
(Name) sighed, rubbing a hand through her (Hair Color) hair. She was so stressed out.
But who wouldn't be when your a six year old in an orphanage who is going to be presented to a couple who wants to adopted a child. Only one child. That means you've only got one chance to impress them or you'll end up still in the orphanage.
Ms. Puffin, the lady in charge, brushed her purplish gray hair back and ushered all the kids with a glare to the orphanage lobby.
The lovely couple smiled at seeing all the cute kids but their eyes widened when the looked in (Name)'s direction.
"That one; the little girl." The man said, walking toward (Name). (Name)'s eyes widened and she couldn't suppress a happy grin.
(Name) opened her small arms to embrace them but was surprised to see them walk right past her.
The Memories of one Wolf
Leaving only faint traces in her wake calloused pads landed silently upon the earthen floor as she was coming upon her destination. Her thickly pelted neck craned upwards as that leathery black nose sorted through the concoction of forest aromas. The sweet tang of freshly budding plants, the richness of the sheltered soil along with the tempting musk of bite sized prey. All of this and more filtered through her nares and was processed through her predatory mind. Triangular auditives stood high upon her timbered crown listening to the rustle the wind made as it caressed the woodlands, bringing with it the crisp essence of a winter storm approaching. The sun was well past it's peak when she had set out, now it was inching closer towards the mountains. Her bodice continued to weave betwixt the trees and over the rocks with an ethereal grace reserved only for gallant creatures. Muscles rippled underneath her dense coat that was a gleaming pattern of brown, black, gray, roan, and white with
CAP.1: Servant Of Evil
-…¡llévensela!, ya veremos cómo pagara las consecuencias por sus actos, ASESINA- dijo esa mujer con la brillante armadura carmesí mirando con odio a esa princesa de tan solo 16 años
Pero lo que todas esas personas no sabían es que esa no era la princesa que buscaban; más bien era su amor verdadero Marshall, su sirviente, el más leal de todos sus sirvientes quien se hizo pasar por su amada
-¡oh! pero si no es un hombre -dijo ese chico disfrazado
-¡cállate! Tu mataste al amor de mi vida -se escucho a lo lejos una voz,
La voz de un hombre; con una mascara ese hombre el príncipe de una tierra muy lejana que estaba comprometido con una campesina del reino de la bondad y humanidad, mejor conocido como el “reino verde”, pero, esa campesina fue asesinada por aquella persona a quien culpaban de asesinato…
-prepárate princesa, porque tus pecados serán p
Shelby's Buoyancy LessonShelby considered her situation carefully. She was surrounded by kids in a rec center gymnasium, and she'd just swallowed something minty and smooth. Okay, so why was this a bad thing again? Shelby was great with kids, or so she figured, and everybody liked candy, right? So why was she getting a weird feeling in her stomach like something was wrong?
Penelope had talked her into this volunteering gig - "gotta pad out your resume," she said, "when you graduate, you can't just list 'pot smoking' as your extracurricular." Shelby decided she really wanted to do something that wouldn't have the expectations or stress of a job. So, Penelope suggested volunteer work. Perfect for Shelby - probably no careful drug screening involved, either, so she could smoke in the bathrooms of wherever she wound up!
And so she did. Quite heavily. The nice thing about the local rec center was it had windows in the bathrooms, so she could manage to go through a bowl or two without anyone even noticing.
Nameless The older dragon let out a roar, stretching to show the full length of his thick wings, battering with strength against the blasting wind. It's younger son watched.
"Listen and feel for it," whispered Kryst, the older dragon. He had his test passed long ago, recieving his name proudly.
The young dragon has known for the moment to come. All dragons did. He was ready to receive his dragon name. Or at least, he thought that he was ready. Memories flashed in his head of the many times of when he hid among the rocks from the chilling air. Recently, he went out a little bit more, edging away through the cave-home he had spent most of his life in. His eyes briefly flashed with his father.
"Go," said Kryst.
The young dragon crept forward until he could see what all of the cliff edge had hidden beneath him. The wind was blowing harder now. He felt like a tiny star in the skies when it's dark. He slowly opened his delicate wings open, almost flinching when the air c
Golden Luck 6 A Tsume x Reader StoryChapter 6
It was getting dark pretty fast, and [Name] and the pack were heading towards a cemetery; not the best place to be in at night.
‘’This place gives me the willies’’ Hige said, he was hugging himself out of what seemed to be fear.
‘’Hey guys, why not just get out of this town as quick as possible?’’ [Name] had said; she was unconsciously getting closer to Tsume.
Tsume didn’t seem to mind, he was probably frightened as well.
Soon the pack had come across a large hole,
And before anyone could blink, an old wolf had popped out of the random hole in the ground.
Everyone screamed out of fear, except Tsume and Kiba (SURPRISING ISN’T IT)
At that moment [Name] had held onto Tsume by the arm,
And she didn’t seem to want to let go anytime soon.
Tsume inwardly blushed; he had never expected her reaction to be so physical.
Kiba had soon straightened himself out and asked the old wolf what he was doing.
The old timer laughed,
Amor infantil madameXMr.Blood Amor infantil
El amor es algo tan lindo nos puede transformar a cualquier de ser un amargado que al os ojos de los demás es un ser oscuro y sin corazón a alguien que puede arriesgar su vida incluso su propia felicidad
Mr. Blood: Suéltame de una “$#!!# vez mocosa dijo Mr.blood mientras madame lo abrazaba por la espalda sus manos estaban alrededor del cuello de él , a una distancia que se podría detectar su dulce perfume de su cabello.
Madame: aaaa eres un amargado Mr.blood no se suponía que los ositos so
Unexpected VisitGlenn woke up this morning with a strange feeling of serendipity, as if he knew today held a surprise in store for him. Of course this didn't excuse him from chores. Speaking of which, he could already hear the tell tale wailing from the nursery of the orphanage. So many babies were going to need changing, and he hadn't even eaten his breakfast yet! Glenn yawned before getting up to fold up his sleeping pallet. "Boys time to fold up the beds and move everything back!" he called down the halls. To make use of the limited space in the orphanage, everyone had their own sleeping bag that they put away during the day so the rooms could be used for something else.
Sharian let out a sigh as she walked with her arms folded in front of her as she just looked ahead. "Somehow...this walk just seems boring...Gotta say, having nothing to do other than training is starting to get boring...maybe I should find something else to do." As she looks down at the ground, the sound of children nearby caused
A Little Decision-Contest Entry
This was his last sunset. His digits were ice-cold despite the warm salt-breeze. They dug into the limestone rocks at the cliff's edge. The cliffs had eroded back slowly for so long, losing inches every year. He imagined them disappearing in front of him, beneath him, crumbling into dust against sprays of ocean foam, the inevitable, dizzy fall-
"You could take the dive and defy destiny now." The cackling voice startled Bezaubert. "Or maybe that would just be giving into it. Being a coward about it."
"So are all the gods laughing at me, Zeus?" Bezaubert merely glanced at Zeus out of the corner of his eye. The lord oracle knew he looked pathetic, head bowed, wings crumpled into an impossibly small mass. There was no strength in him to bother for dignity.
The black dragon grinned coldly.
"We're all quite puzzled. This is well beyond the lesser deities." Zeus sauntered forward to take position to Bezaubert's left, clea
50 Word Mini Sagas"What are you doing?"
"What does it looks like I'm doing? I'm trying to... argh... see if I can... oww... get to the roof... bloody nail... from this window."
"But does it have to be the window that's facing the street?"
"Think of it as advertisement!"
"Look Bob, Darren's up to something again."
"I've been tellin' ya: if ya need somethin' done hire Darren. He'll get it done and for cheap! Unlike the rest of 'em cut-throats down at the docks."
"Didn't ya say the same 'bout Mad Mort yesterday?"
"My god, Martha, what is this city coming to? First people climbing out of windows and now beggars fighting in the middle of the street! Where's the watch when you need them?"
"I'm telling you, dear, it all because of the pollen."
"You're probably right, dear."
"All right, you proved that you can get to the roof. Can you come down now? People are starting to gather."
"Say... are these yours?"
"How did they...For god's sake give me those!"
"I didn't know you were into such
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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