Ragnarok The Last Adler, Book 4: Going home-Part8The rest of the day, they continued their journey in an uncomfortable silence. Thorfin made no attempts to patch things up with Falco, as he clearly considered that to be a waste of time, and Falco was in such a foul mood, he wanted nothing to do with any of the dwarfs. Not even Narvi, who did make a cautious attempt at talking to him. But the dwarf only received some incoherent grunts as reply, if he received a reply at all, so he gave up after a while.
Miranda gave him some room, making sure he knew she was there if he needed her, but without being obtrusive. So far, he had shown no sign he did.
About half way the afternoon, the path they were following crossed a real, paved road. But it was not like any road Falco or even Miranda had ever travelled on before. It was paved with black, polished stones, that were almost too hot for Falco to walk on on his bare feet. Every one hundred meters a pair of monoliths or huge statues flanked the sinister road. The monoliths were either bare or
The gods are fickleIt should have been a day of rejoicing, a day of feasting, drinking and eating, of song and dance and tall stories. But no sounds of merriment and laughter were to be heard in the village of the werewolf pack. Instead, a low, sad howling filled the air. Grim, the alpha of the pack and his mate, Lyca watched heart broken as the old shaman of the pack gently placed the body of their newborn cub in a niche that was carved out of the rock in the Cave of the Ancestors.The gods are fickle1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lyca sobbed and even the mighty alpha had difficulty staying stoic as the shaman closed off the niche, hiding the body of the dead cub for ever. Outside the cave, the pack shared in their sorrow by howling to the moon. Grim knew their sorrow wouldn’t last for long. Soon, challenges might be issued. The death of the son of the alpha was a bad sign for the pack. Even more so, because the shaman had declared there would be no more cubs from his mate. The gods had taken her ability to have cubs along with his newborn son. S
A Slave Cub's tale 5Day 11A Slave Cub's tale 54 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The werewolf leaders seem a bit on edge. Anyiko even snapped at me and she’s usually one of the nicer ones. I was simply walking by, minding my own business and carrying a jug of Mead that I was supposed to bring to Gnarl, when out of nowhere she started yelling at me.
“If Slave Cub dare drop jug and splatter mead all over Anyiko’s feet and things, Anyiko skin Slave Cub alive!”
So, naturally I startled terribly and dropped the jug. Thank god it didn’t break. I don’t think I have ever been faster in picking up something from the floor and running to Gnarl. Gnarl wasn’t pleased with my fast delivery either, but then he never is.
Anyway, as I understand it, some of them feel like they should move on, while others think after all the action they already did last year and up to this spring, they have deserved a longer rest. Last night, it almost came to blows between Pumori and Rocco. That’s one of the older werewolf leaders. Pumori won
Sora Meets Kaa -vore-WARNING: The following contains vore with Kingdom Hearts and Disney characters: Kaa/Sora vore. If the idea of vore offends you, please hit the back button now! You have been warned.Sora Meets Kaa -vore-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sound of rustling leaves was what woke Sora, who was sprawled ungracefully on the jungle floor. His blue eyes fluttered open, blinking against the filtered sunlight that shone through the canopy far above him, casting spatterings of brightness over the clearing.
"Uuuhn, my head..." The boy groaned as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head tenderly. When the haze of unconsciousness wore off, Sora got to his feet, surveying the area around him.
He was definitely in a jungle. The heat and humidity, along with the lush , bright foliage and noises from birds and animals indigenous to the tropical region told him that. There was a faint hissing behind him, and, already on his guard, Sora whirled around to face-
- the gummi ship, beaten and battered with its nose buried in the dirt, held upright onl