Stygian Event - A catastrophy called baking by Narjana, literature
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Stygian Event - A catastrophy called baking
Oh, he hated Bolt with all of his heart. As sexy as this damn Stygian was, as cruel it was, too. His ears as close to the head as possible, he tried to get away from the constantly talking moderator, who shoved him into – a baking contest? Of all things? WHY?
Tarlak looks helpless over all the ingrediens and back to Bolt. „But, I – i cannot...“ Bolt smirks evil before he winks towards the Stygian who created the challange.
Wait – no Stygian. A treatling. This wasn‘t fair. The other one had hands! Melea looks as eager as Tarlak looks eager to run. Well, shit happens. He gets dragged over to the ovens, all
Stygian Event - Challange-challange by Narjana, literature
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Stygian Event - Challange-challange
Challanges, challanges challanges. It really wasn‘t as easy as others made it sound. Especially for a an – uhm – semi-gifted Stygian like himself. He couldn‘t try to juggle with hooves, he couldn‘t use a human form yet and if he tried to cook something, he‘d blow up the whole kitchen… So many ideas and all of them utterly useless. But – hey, wait? They didn‘t have to be, right?
He – simply could make it a challange to come up with challanges? Not fullfilling them, just, who had the craziest, funniest ideas that others might really be able to do. Within seconds, he started to write..
Stygian Event - Well - shit... by Narjana, literature
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Stygian Event - Well - shit...
Tarlak run. He tried to be as fast as possible. Not that this was as fast as the stygian hunting him down. Sadly. This strange – what was his name – Bolt? - was really insistant on his interview. Tarlaks head rung from the loud voice echoing everywhere and tons of questions the person threw at him – all at once. Suddenly, he crushed into a – human? No – a human disguise. „S-sorry. I didn‘t mean to...“ He saw the mishiveous grin of the human shell beneath him and he gulped, eying the yellow hair and white wings – and these horrible, horrible glasses. Was there ANYTHING that wasn‘t hea
Stygian Event - A Quest for love - or something by Narjana, literature
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Stygian Event - A Quest for love - or something
Lazy, the bluish Stygian lays in the sun of the afternoon, watching the reys of light slowly drowning in the water in front of him. Before him, there is a letter, pen and – an apple, of all things. He sighs. Okay, he can do this. He fully remembers that horrid book someone wrote about him. A lovestory… a ridiculus, generic lovestory. That wasn‘t too hard, right? The mood around should be perfect for this Slowly, he began to write:
„Long where the days for the lonely Stygian...“ -name… Protagonists needed names, right? - ahm – aaaaaahm - „Lara.“ Okay, he really wasn‘t a good writer. B
Mirkas curses loudly, while jumping over another attack from that wredged deity. He‘d enough. MORE than enough. Guro had been enough for his whole live, but no, he had to fight another of this lunatic beasts. Gods. Pha… He really had enough of gods, trying to push their will on him. And why? Just because of one little cub that was definitly as insane as the deity himself, running over the battlefield and trying to ‚help‘. It was a cub! DAMMIT! He run over to a charcoal female who was heavily bleeding after a murderous swipe from the diety. Hey – he knew that one. Celesta breathed heavily, growling quietly. At lea
Stygian Event - A catastrophy called baking by Narjana, literature
Literature
Stygian Event - A catastrophy called baking
Oh, he hated Bolt with all of his heart. As sexy as this damn Stygian was, as cruel it was, too. His ears as close to the head as possible, he tried to get away from the constantly talking moderator, who shoved him into – a baking contest? Of all things? WHY?
Tarlak looks helpless over all the ingrediens and back to Bolt. „But, I – i cannot...“ Bolt smirks evil before he winks towards the Stygian who created the challange.
Wait – no Stygian. A treatling. This wasn‘t fair. The other one had hands! Melea looks as eager as Tarlak looks eager to run. Well, shit happens. He gets dragged over to the ovens, all
How NOT to find your love, final chapter
Lancelot du Lac stood in the kitchen. This time, it counds. It simply HAS to. He had been able to convince Tarlak again to visit him, despite all the last desasters and horrible failures he allready caused. It was a call from heaven aboth, that the blue Stygian had hear him out. He couldn‘t fail this time.
Carefully, he stirs in the pot on the hearth. The noodles are allready cooking. The table was set up with candles and flowers all over. A soft scent of roses filled the lovely decorated room. He was so nervous. Prancing, he stands before the pot, not daring to take his eyes from the cooking
A Date Amongst The Shyll by ASimpleMoon, literature
Literature
A Date Amongst The Shyll
"You know..." A handsome ketucari shifted into his heldyr/hibridi form spoke to his companion, also shifted into a different form. "I didn't use to take the time to appreciate things like this...I still struggle with it sometimes, just letting myself be happy, letting myself take in the beauty of the world around me." He smiled and winked at Andre. "Or the beauty of who is around me." He brushed his fingers along the gorgeous shimmering rainbow of shyll, the maze was peaceful, beautiful, and it had Raph in a truly wonderful mood. ~~ André threw a half hooded gaze towards his companion. His human form still was somewhat foreign for him. He didn't use it often. But he liked feeling this - light and agile? Well, not agile. His Ketucari from was more agile and strong but as human he could use his hands way better, without getting to walk on them and get dirt all over them again. "That is a shame." He smiles. "The world has so much beauty to offer. This is definitly a good example..." He
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