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The Bear Girls
If I told you this story happened once upon a time, would you believe it then?
Perhaps, perhaps not.
Whether you believe me or choose not to, it happened. There were two little girls, and a bear.
And that is all I know.
At least, it is all I know for certain.
You were expecting more, weren't you? Very well.
One little girl was blonde, with skin white as snow, the other rosy and raven-tressed, so they say, but that doesn't seem very likely unless they weren't sisters at all, and I have always assumed they were sisters. It is almost inevitable that they were sisters. No story ever says much about the father. He was dead, or abandoned them. Perhaps they had two different ones. It's impossible to say.
I could tell you the girls were beautiful princesses who ran into the great dark forest to escape their wicked stepmother. Or perhaps they were abandoned by their poor woodcutter father who could no longer afford to feed them but could not stand to see them starve. Or were they just two ordin
Fairy of DeathShe's the prettiest woman on earth. A dress woven from ivy and lilies whispers of death, unheard.
Is she even human? the prince thinks to himself as he tries to get closer. He wants to touch those rosebud lips. A faerie's kiss means immortality, doesn't it...
But she takes a delicate, white fingertip to prod his nose, and he falls back beneath the surface. Cold, black water embraces him. Sinking deeper, the prince hears only the first few notes of her song.
After the ritual is finished, the cursed witch of the woods cackles with laughter. She'll last another hundred years from now. A royal child’s bones, a drop of blue blood in the pond of youth... These days, she has given up rivalling dragons and stealing away fair princesses.
No one ever sets out to save the prince in a fairy tale.
Help from the EighthIt was calm. Quiet. Content.. Things Ichbur didn't think he would ever find pleasing, only to be proven completely wrong. Everythign was perfect in his 'life', now. Not feigned perfection, no pretense, no stretching the truth.. Everything was truly perfect and he couldn't ask for better. There -was- no better. He had an amazing, gorgeous wife who adored him, for whatever reason she might see in him being 'worth it'.. He had Three wonderful, unique children, even if two of them might not be truly blood related, it couldn't make less of a difference to the Warlock. They had a quaint little house cosy and snug and away from too much 'hustle and bustle', unless the family, themselves, caused it.. He finally had a family. A life to br proud of. something to look forward to existing for. Both in the quiet and in the chaos.
Today had been particularly chaotic. The Twins had been coaching Sera on shadow-crafting, which he was proud to say she was quickly mastering. However, it did still have i
GirlBarely under the shallow waters, she remained and surveyed the hillsides on the outer reaches, among the cool breezes, under a mild sun. Young girl noticed the circulation was on, undulations fluttered passed her, making light hills and valleys on the surface. She lowered her sight, thinking then of the texture of the bright blue pavement at her feet. All her range of feeling tuned to some mild volume, Girl remembered the pale afternoon shine, just a moment before a dark ingredient mixed with it, filling the light ripples with grayness. Girl’s eyes, still upon the area of her feet, observed the light blue pavement under the shallow pool reshuffle, quietly as the waters, into the pavement approaching the Funeral House.
Girl stood in the shadow of its front roofing, between the columns. Not far in the direction of her shoulder, the grasses weaving in and out of the burial stones rose and fell, faintly. She extended her gaze out this way, a
[Tarot vs. Kenny] Preventative Lesson"Oh KEN~NY!"
Oh this was going to be good. Tarot was a lot of things, but tolerant of threats he was not. Of course, Kenny MIGHT have been simply teasing when he said 'Hmm, well, lemme tell you a little secret....I live by a very strict code to never, ever eat humans, under any circumstances. However....I do like the occasional monkey every now and then.' Of course, the look had implied that Kenny wasn't talking about any of Tarot's underlings but rather Tarot himself. And naturally, threatening the self-proclaimed Monkey King with being made into a meal didn't sit well with Tarot. In fact, he'd lost some sleep over it. His paranoia was one thing when it came to day to day interactions with folks but Kenny was different. Kenny was one of the few people Tarot was sure could follow through on that threat--and while the roguish Monkey King couldn't deny that Kenny's tummy was more than pleasant to look at on the outside he wasn't sure he wanted to see it from the inside
ArrivalThe forest was covered in a thick, white blanket. The soft rustling of the falling snow muffled the scrunching of the lone wanderer's footsteps. Her hair had the same colour as the snow around her and her worn down parka was hard to see against the confers around her. The imprint of her feet were quickly filled by freshly fallen snow. The lone wanderer was on her way down the mountain. In a long forgotten time ago, her father's court had been up there, but now, there were only rock and snow left for her. Staying up there alone would not help her and she knew it. The way down would be exhausting for a human, but the wanderer wasn't one. She wasn't even mortal, as she had discovered to her own surprise. But that didn't make her careless. It would be a shame if she would get caught by an avalanche. This was her home and her domain, after all. It had been way too long since her last visit. It was good to be back, even though things had changed. The air was differently and glaciers had retr
Pottery TGPottery class dragged on. Darryl stared at the lump of clay spinning around on his wheel. He placed his hands on the top, compressing the clay. A wash of cold swept over him, and if you looked closely you could see him shortening just a bit. He smoothed out the clay and centered it, and his skin smoothed and his fingers slimmed. As he dropped the hole, he shifted in his seat as his hips expanded.
Darryl began to raise the walls, thinning the clay. His legs lengthened and slimmed as his waist grew thinner. Darryl moved clay up the walls, two mounds began to grow on his chest and his body slimmed. He put some final touches on the rim of his vase, flaring the lips out. His lips puff and redden, and his face softens. He finds an odd lump at the base of his vase, and pushes it in. He begins to trim the pot, smoothing hard edges. Red hair began to stream from the top of his head, and his form solidified. Her
Snow In A Moonlight RoomWallpaper pealed itself from walls, cracks raced each other across the ceiling. The broken window of the far wall let in snow, which rode in upon each passing gust of freezing air. Floorboards creaked underfoot as i took a step inside the dilapidated room, searching for anything out of the ordinary, all clear. Once i had checked again to make sure nothing was going to blow my heart out of my chest i made my way into the room and carried on walking until i reached the far wall. I took a quick peek out of what was left of the window, turned to face the door and then...well and then i sat down on my ass cross-legged and waited.
Okay, okay you don't need to shout. I already know how anti-climatic this all sounds, you wanted me to come blasting through the door with fire spouting from one hand, a witty comment on the tip of my tongue and have me reeking of bad-assery.
I apologize for that, but in my defense there is one hell of a long list as to why none of those things happened
House-elf and cream of carott
Une délicate odeur anisée s'élevait du bol de grès simple déposé sans autre apprêt sur la table où le maître prenait ses repas lorsqu'il s'adonnait, comme ce jour-là, à quelques sulfureuses expériences. Le petit lutin domestique déposa à côté les quelques gougères appétissantes et dorées qu'il venait juste de sortir du four. Il aurait bien croqué à pleines dents dedans et goûté un fond de velouté, s'il n'avait tant craint la colère du sorcier. D'ailleurs, ne devait-il pas avant tout veiller à ce que le plat reste bien chaud, en attendant le retour de son irascible maître ? Mieux valait ne pas savoir où celui-ci était parti...
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