Dragon's Comrade, Part IMy name is Brent Edele. I live in a world much unlike your own due to sorcerous powers at work, I have glimpsed your world, and hence I have come to this conclusion. There are humans in my world, yes, but there are also the graceful elves and stocky dwarves, among others. I do wonder how you, the reader, can exist in such a boring world, with your towering buildings and cramped cities. We, too, have buildings and cities such as these, but our cities are those that can be compared to the Renaissance period of your history.
As I mentioned before, I live in a fantastical world, with equally-as-fantastical creatures. There are ogres, orcs, werewolves and more. However, after the tumult that's been going on all this time, I wish to pursue the knowledge of one type of creature that stands above the rest both figuratively and literally. In your tongue, you would call them dragons I suppose I can
Thanks for all the llamas!They have now been upgraded to be a Super Llama! It gets a cape and all that.Thanks for all the llamas!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Thank you, those who most recently gave me llamas. ^^
The Eon Bird Resurgence Part 1Where to begin?The Eon Bird Resurgence Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You saw my goodbye to my parents. You even saw what happened prior to that. But let me tell you it's not over. Not by a long shot. As a Lugia, I'm a protector. It's my duty.
Enough rambling. My name is Raive Brand. I used to be the human Clayton Grant. But his story is done. Over. Now is when the action truly begins. The Eon Bird that label would probably fit my two siblings Latios and Latias better.
Yes, Latios and Latias are my brother and sister. I have quite the family. Blazi-Gia, a hybrid mixture of Blaziken and Lugia. His mate, a hybrid mixture of Ditto and Blaziken. Latios and Latias. My father, simply known as Lugia. And then there's me and Spirit. We're inseparable.
So I guess I'll go back to a short time after my revival as Raive.
I sat outside the beach cave that had become our home, and I was deep in thought. This was a few months after my revival, so I was acclimatizing myself to my new body. How to fly, how to swim, e
The Eon Bird EpilogueA quiet night. The leaves rustled in the trees as a winding wind caressed them. The "hoot-hoot" of an owl, echoing through the dusk. The crickets chirping, the frogs sounding their "ribbits".The Eon Bird Epilogue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But then if one looked closely at the sky, one could see me, Raive, flying alongside my mate, Spirit.
It had been two years after my transformation from Clayton Grant to Raive Brand. People forgot about my disappearance. It happens, you know? People move on. But I knew that, after I found out the whole story Spirit eating me and then using the energy and my soul to transform me into her mate I would have to do something about the nagging thought that my human parents weren't ever going to forget about me. So something had to be done. It took an entire day to cajole Spirit into what I had planned, but in the end, she relented. She knew that I wasn't going to let the matt
TLoS: Origins_Chapter 5Next morning came with a heavy mist that promised to last all day. This mist seemed strange in a way that made all of the inhabitants of Warfang stand on edge. The camp of the dark army seemed very quiet, as if they were resting late or as if they were waiting silently for something. All of the guards at the wall were ever vigilant.TLoS: Origins_Chapter 54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Terrador stood looking over the wall, hoping to catch a glimpse of the enemy movement that the mist hides. He sighted to himself as kept the vigil.
'I should have said something' he told himself for the hundredth time.
He couldn't believe that Ignitus was gone; he had known him since they were teenager dragons, exploring the world. Ignitus had applied to become a guardian at the same time Terrador did. He trained with him while they were becoming guardians; suffered with him, bled with him, grown with him... he was like a brother to him.
Terrador sighted once more.
'I should have said something'
He knew the old fire dragon had something in his mind the last
The Eon Bird Part 1 - Kindling the RelationshipIt was a bright sunny day in Westlake, California. Not a cloud in the sky was to be seen. Cars streamed along the busy road running parallel to the shopping center where I purchased a certain unusual creature.The Eon Bird Part 1 - Kindling the Relationship3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm Clayton Grant, and those who know me say I'm unusual. That is trueI do act rather silly in school, but in truth, I'm just your average high-school junior. I get decent grades and I have a few good friends. I'm fairly smart and athletic, but I don't play sports save for fencing. But, I'd never had a pet of my own, until that fateful day... let me take you back to that day, that day when all changed for me.
"Mom, why can't I have a monitor lizard?" I asked. That was the day when I went to the pet store.
"I've already told you, Claytonthey eat mice, and there is NO way I'm going to feed it mice!" This was my mother, of course. A sensible and practical woman, she was unu
Stuff ;~;Okay i have decided something that someone gave me an idea for. I will give the points to the first 3 people on my waiting list, then i will have a raffle! I will go ahead and start it but later on i will get the points.Stuff ;~;2 years ago in Personal More Like This
You must write a journal about this raffle
Comment with the journal and I will give you a number
I am only taking up to 75 people in this Raffle
I will be using Random.org for this
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Wanderer's LuckWanderer's Luck3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: Contains soft vore and some suspenseful situations
All characters belong to me.
This is my first attempt at a fantasy vore story so please, work with me. I welcome any comments and suggestions as long as they're not too demeaning! Thanks hope you enjoy!
In the west of the great continent world of Sounos and deep in the Ballenhill Valley, past the mountains with their ice-tipped peaks and steep summits, there were settlements where small groups of villagers resided-a mainly agricultural people who tended towards the sturdy thatched roof houses and warm central fires in stone-brick cottages. Their main source of food came from the extensive river that ran through their village bringing with it all assortments of fish; big and small, spiked and smooth, in every natural hue. It was able to sustain the village for the long winters that usually occurred during the setting of each year.
This clan was lead by one of the strongest warriors of the village,
TLoS Spec Ops prologueTLoS Spec Ops prologue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TloS: Spec Ops
Hope you'll enjoy.
It was a fine afternoon, but sergeant Kim Jensen didn't care, he was after all going on a mission. The danish army was sending him and his squad, into a weird mist that Suddenly came a month ago.
It looked harmless but they couldn't be to careful, so the Danish Army build a small base around it. But 2 days ago a great purple flash appeared, and the mist started acting weird since then.
So The danish army was sending a C-130 armed with 5 50CAL. machine guns, escorted by 5 F16 Planes, into the mist. And they were one out of three planes, cause the British army and the Russian army had gotten the same idea.
As they walked through the airfield Kim was thinking if this was a good idea, to send HIS squad out to do this.
There were Simon, who was a complete idiot. Then there was Bob, that was good at close quarter combat. Michael was the smart guy, and was a little nervous. Gunnar, the heavy weapons guy. Peter, Sniper and Sharpshooter.
Good old Dmit
ReconsideredRefer to my previous journal for the basic idea, but I've reconsidered and I realized that people don't always have points.Reconsidered2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I'll do the stories for free. Just one at a time, mind you.
EDIT: I removed the previous journal because I didn't want to see people sad. I'm still writing them for free.
TLoS: Origins Chapter_13 PartAParker looked around a little bit after he touched solid ground. There was a lot of fighting going on around him. Moles and cheetahs were giving up a valiant defense against a superior enemy that Ramirez began calling them, and then everyone else followed suit, 'The ugly guys' for obvious reason. Not a very original name but it was catching.TLoS: Origins Chapter_13 PartA4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a proper blood bath if he ever saw one! And it was completely weird seeing guys fighting and killing themselves with swords!
He saw next several of his soldiers next to him and began to form a small circle around him.
"All right!" he yelled. "Spread out and secure an LZ (landing zone) for more incoming troops. Remember moles, cheetahs and dragons are the not to be killed, but if they show any sign that they will don't hesitate to shoot them! Anything else 'ugly' is fair game".
"Yes sir!" they responded and scattered in twos, shooting against enemies as they went.
He saw them for a moment as they were shooting their wa
A 'Safe' ForestA 'Safe' ForestA 'Safe' Forest2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: This story contains soft vore and Pokémon.
This story is a request from masterlevan1. Mark is his character.
It was a starry night, deep inside a forest. Different types of Pokémon could be heard throughout the trees, and as time passed, a young man, sitting on a log next to a campfire he had just prepared, was wondering what to do for the night. He had blue eyes, which reflected the light from the fire nearby, and blonde hair that faintly shined in the dark night. He was dressed casually, wearing a jacket and jeans, and looked tired, having spent a big portion of the day hiking up to this area. He took off the rucksack he was carrying, and rummaged around, looking for something he could use to sleep on or in. After trying several times, he gave up, and used the log he was sitting on as an uncomfortable bed. He was not expecting to be up here this late, but he had been somewhat sidetracked as he wandered through the wilderness. By the time he remember