The Tangled Tale of CeriA small group of people were gathered around a campfire. One was flipping through a book, lazily swatting at a Starkala Bug by his head, one was intently clacking knitting needles together, and the third was stiffly looking around, as though expecting something to attack. Of course, given their location, he wan't exactly being paranoid.The Tangled Tale of Ceri6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Hey, Bev," the pretty-boy book-reader started to the knitter, "what are you even making? I mean, it's not like we need new sweaters or anything..."
"Shut up, Tyler!" the bespecticaled young blonde snapped, "When I get nervous, I knit, okay? I have no idea WHAT I'm knitting, it just makes me feel better...so why can't we just make a run for that gate you mentioned, Abe?"
The dutiful member of the team focused on her with one eye from under his duster hat. "I told you, this place is a lot more dangerous during the day. I'm not even sure what we're worried will attack us, but from what I could pick up, it'll be really fast and over fifty feet tall. Rememb
Ill-fatedIn the Felaryan jungle, a dridder worked efficiently at her craft. Rapidly, and without a hitch, a sturdy net of webbing was being configured. Continuing her work with one hand, the slender beauty extracted a human-sized fairy from the webbing satchel she had stuck to her wall and slipped it halfway into her mouth. She wasn't going to eat it, she just liked the squirming and flavour.Ill-fated5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
At the moment, she was naked aside from web-wrapped breasts, but that was only so nothing she was spinning could stick to her clothes. Behind her lay a silk robe she had carefully treated with fruit juice to give a camoflage pattern on the inside and a smooth, luxurious purple on the outside. She had crafted it herself, of course.
The wriggling fairy attempted to speak to the dridder as her tongue slid along its body. She quickly reached a suitable resting point and pulled the fairy into her palm. "What do you want?" she asked boredly.
"Please," the saliva-soaked creature gasped, "please let us go...if you
Meet AnimaA human calmly walked through the jungle world of Felarya. After escaping an acidic fate three times, he felt pretty certain that he could last in this world. A few marauding animals that went down in one good shot would provide enough food for two days each, and if he himself was caught by one of the giant snake-women rampaging around, all it took was some fast thinking and faster talking. Yessir, this world was nothing he couldn't handle.Meet Anima5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He sighed contentedly and rested his head against his arms...and froze. Above him were shimmering cables going from tree to tree. Behind him, the same cables covered the area. He began to worry. Had he wandered right into the territory of some creature he hadn't known about? It was nagas and dryads here, nothing else giant, right? He began to back away.
Suddenly, a haunting voice echoed through the trees. He couldn't make out any words, but it sounded far too pleased for him to take it in stride. He had to move. He might be able to con a naga, but w
Experiments"No! Stop! Let go of me!"Experiments3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl's voice echoed throughout the vast, grey halls of the iron fortress, unheard by any with both the power and will to aid her. She was a prisoner, plain and simple.
"Why are you doing this!?" she cried, "Why me!?"
There was a slight delay and a whirring sound before the hooded figure restraining her left arm responded. "Your genetic composition is suitable. You have been taken for modification."
Her struggles, but not her results, greatened. "Suitable for WHAT? I don't want anything to do with you creeps and your freaky lab! Let me go! You can't do this to people!"
The voice returned. "Incorrect. This operation is currently being performed, and therefore is possible," it told her simply, "we are entering an audible area. Your silence is requested."
She growled. "Requested? You want me to just be quiet? I'll scream so loud your eardrums will rupture! HEY! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I'M BEING ABDUCTED HERE! HEEEEEELP!"
"We do not posess ears. Your silence is
The Cat and the Snake 10Chapter 10The Cat and the Snake 105 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The next morning: Enishi was good as new, sometime during the night she managed to slide a sleeping naga's head off her shoulder so she could use some well needed healing magic on herself. Later that morning she made a visit to Siena and Jiru's house and did the same for her former oppenent, though Siena only asked for the healing of her external injuries. Her pride refused to allow the cat girl to heal her completely. Later as Nahal and Enishi talked on the patio, Negeyari was bathing in a herbal bath prepared by Gakiri to remove her shedding skin.
Nahal looked up at Enishi, as he sat on his patio with a cup of tea, "So you want to explore the tower today you said..?" he questioned.
Enishi nodded, "I need to... reset something, and I am hoping there is some equipment I can use in testing on Nege. Plus... no telling what else might be useful in there." she replied.
Nahal nodded in return, "Very well, I will accompany you as well." he said as Negeyari slithered out
Ceri the InventorThe sky above Felarya began to fade into darkness. The arboreal frogs croaked loudly, replacing the daytime buzz of Boom bees. Evening was falling. Evening was Ceri's favorite time of day. In the middle of her small clearing, the Redback dridder eagerly stacked the branches she had gathered from the jungle floor that day, frequently checking the sky to see the pretty sunset.Ceri the Inventor6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Her new hat, bound with webbing to prevent its falling apart again, shaded her eyes while she worked, which was a pleasant side-effect of wearing it. She had only made it on impulse, but she really enjoyed having something all her own. She grabbed a couple of flint rocks and began clicking them together. She had done it so many times before that it was only a practiced motion to ignite the kindling.
Ceri had always loved fire. There was something about it that enticed her. The way it turned objects black or grey or into liquid or into dust, the bold, ever-changing plume of grey that came from it, the warmth that co
Sylph's InnCharlie was exhausted. It had been about two days since he and his partners had split up, and he had been running every time he thought he heard something behind him. Of course, carrying a bag of stolen items over a shoulder didn't make that any easier. Who would've thought that one robbery could cause all of this? The strange thing was that the villagers didn't even seem to be attacking them, just forcing them out into the jungle...breaking them apart...as though they were leaving punishment to something else.Sylph's Inn6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Haw," he laughed at the thought, "like anythin' in this stupid forest could hurt us. Long as we have our six-shooters, Joe an' the others'll be fine, an' so will I,"
Despite his confidence, though, he needed food. His share of the loot was pretty, all right, but he couldn't very well eat it. They had planned to quickly rob the bakery on their way out for rations, but that idiot Larry had to shoot the guy, and there had only been one small loaf of bread left...
He sighed. How bi
A Rough WeekThrough the empty hallways of the abandoned office building, the echoing 'clomp clomp' of the young boy's year-old sneakers were the only sounds that pervaded in one of his last sanctuaries. The little boy wore a yellow name-brand shirt with a safety orange raincoat over it and khaki pants. Armed only with a baseball bat, he ducked under the windows, carefully looking out through the corners to see if he could spot the alien he knew was nearby.A Rough Week6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He reached a door and tested the knob, entering quietly once he was sure it was open. He followed the hallway rapidly, not as inclined to stealth since there were no windows, but as he walked passed an adjacent hall, he doubled back and looked to the end of it.
A part of the wall was destroyed, and as he looked on, he heard the low thuds of the alien approaching. Ducking behind the wall, he stood as still as he possibly could, wrapping the bat up in his jacket to keep it from waving around unnecessarily. The booming footfalls drew closer, then s
Spider-Ceri"Spider-Man, Spider-Man," a cute feminine voice rang through the forest, "Does whatever a spider can,"Spider-Ceri6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
If one were to look to the treetops for the source of the sound, it would be found in the form of a massive dridder excitedly leaping from branch to branch on the enormous Felaryan trees, attempting a flip or twist wherever possible.
"Spins a web, any size, catches theives, just like flies," the creature continued, "hey there! There goes the Spider-Man!"
Her final note was accompanied by a surprisingly agile flip down to ground which left eight peg-shaped holes where her legs pierced the soil. This was the only thing that bothered her. The routine was supposed to be graceful, and she weighed several tonnes!
Ceri sighed. She had been obsessed with Spider-Man ever since reading her first comic. Ever since then, humans were stalked, carefully spied on, and even chased down if she suspected they could teach her anything else about him.
To her delight, she had also obtained a thicker book
Ceri and the BoomstickThere was no escape this time. Once she locked on to you, there was only one thing that could happen. Run, and you'd just be captured tired, because Ceri had webshooters now!Ceri and the Boomstick6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The chestnut-haired dridder's eyes sparkled with glee as her latest invention passed test after test. She could even build a web without climbing a tree! ...at least, she could if she was coordinated enough.
That's not what she was up to today, though. Today, she was people-watching, and this time nobody was running away from her. This time, she spied a lone traveller sitting on a log. Middle-aged, solidly built...he had the bearing of a man who had survived a lot more than any human would be expected to. His clothes looked a bit too fresh for him, implying that he had obtained new ones at least once after coming to Felarya, and a large metal rod recognizable to most -but not Ceri- as a shotgun crossed his back. He lit a cigarette and began to do something that resembled relaxing.
Ceri didn't like cigarettes. She