Hunter's SparkI have done this performance many times, been doing it since the Freak Show found me when I was eight. That day I can never forget nor can I ever erase the memories of the Facility. Left out in the cold rain, my body riddled in scars and wounds that would become more scars and blood. The blood of the man who turned me into a dog for his dog fighting ring still lingering on my tongue. I showed him, I made him suffer like I did and every dog I was forced to kill because of him.Hunter's Spark20 hours ago in Sketches
They didn't have to save me but they did, outcasts like me. Freaks. They saved me when others would have left me for dead, the Ringmaster wasn't thrilled that a child was left for dead and furious that the normals didn't even bother to help. So they brought me here, feed me, nursed me back to health and then I became a part of the Freak Show Circus.
I was the death-defying acrobat who did the impossible on the trapeze, walked the high rope like it was the ground and danced with fabric so thin it made me fly. The F
DnD- Trial of WrathDnD- Trial of Wrath1 day ago in Sketches
GM: There is a hostile feel in the air. The moment everyone enters the room, they feel as though they are being... not just watched. Almost as though unseen pairs of eyes are burning holes right into them. One's shoulders may be tempted to tense as hands tighten around their weapons. Decorating the floor is the hieroglyphic-esque symbol of an angry looking eye. It seems to follow the adventurers' movements.
A splay of blood suddenly appears on the floor, as though slashed haste-fully and hatefully.
'HEED THE CONSEQUENCES OF GOOD.'
Ismene stands back, tensing at the wording.
Guile: Heed... Oh no.
Vance: What does it mean?
Aeywn: "...Whoever wrote this spoke Common as a second language. What sloppy handwriting."
Galacia wrinkles his nose a moment, looking over the room.
Brocktree: The devil know
Soft as a feather page 1Soft-kit opened her eyes softly and looked around at the room, there were a few cats surrounding her, beside her a small silver white striped body breathed. She felt a soft warm tongue rasp against her head. "My kits....." A weak voice whispered. Soft-kit looked up at a beautiful silver tabby, her icy blue eyes weak and dull. Soft-kit mewed as she laid her head down. Two other cats were in the room, a thin ragged looking she-cat with messy fur and a torn ear and a sleek beautiful she-cat with half a tail. The sleek tortishell she-cat stepped forward looking at the kits. "I will care for them now that Mouse-heart has passed..." She whimpered tears brimming at her eyes. "Thank you Dawn-tail.." The messy white furred she-cat nodded. Dawn-tail picked up the kit beside her and took her away. Soft-kit cried and cried looking around confused and lost. Dawn-tail ran back in, "Shhh its ok Soft-kit... its ok..." She soothed picking up Soft-kit and whisking her away to another room, it was cave lSoft as a feather page 114 hours ago in Sketches
Je reviensMon pied appuyait sur l’accélérateur et la voiture détalait sur le macadam.Je reviens1 day ago in Sketches
Je m’en vais.
Je partais de sa ville, celle qui avait vu naître, tout fripé et rouge, une petite chose visqueuse. Celle aussi qui avait vu ses dents tomber une à une, et repousser pendant des nuits entières où les parents eurent eu des pensées meurtrières...
Celle qui avait recueilli ses larmes de désespoir et de joie. Celle qui l’avait hébergé le temps de ses fugues, ou plutôt de ses sorties spontanées. Celle qui avait allumé les réverbères pour le guider les soirs d’hiver sans risque.
Je partais de la maison, cet endroit qu’il appelait son « chez moi ». Là où il avait marché pour la première fois, où il était tombé aussi pour la première fois. Je me souvenais encore de cet après-midi dans le jardin, avec son ami imaginair