Princess Azshara and her Mistress of BladesThe air of the courtyard sang with the sound of steel against steel. The two Night Elf women crossed their blades, each pressing for an advantage.Princess Azshara and her Mistress of Blades1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Quite a number of palace servants had gathered to view the fight, watching the two women move as gracefully as though they were in a dance. Some of the onlookers were present for the view of the princess and her tutor, rather than to appreciate the skill of their combat. Both women were dressed only in leather bikinis and loincloths, unencumbered in their movements.
The silver-haired princess jumped to the right of the older Night Elf, landing cat-like on her dainty bare feet. Before the princess
Abundance of Dragons "Seriously, what was I thinking?" Lexi wondered, staring at her most recent painting. It was an acrylic full of dripping crimsons and shimmering silvers. It looked like someone had mixed a bunch of blood with molten silver and splashed it on the canvas. It made her heart ache.Abundance of Dragons8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Testing the paint, and finding it to be dry, Lexi took it off the easel and stowed it in the back of her craft closet, along with all her other rejected projects. Locking the closet, as if it would protect her from it's contents, she put a new canvas on her easel and began sketching. Soon a beautiful male's face emerged, begging to be brought to life with paint. Lexi
FightingDarkness is my home. I don't know how long I have been here. Time doesn't exist for me.Fighting8 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Not here in this place.
I wonder if this is what being dead feels like?
I can't remember anything Who I am, where I am
Just eternal darkness.
Limbs don't move, but I can still breathe. My voice won't work, but I can still think.
I am my own prison.
So why do I still exist? Exist in this reality?
I myself can't even remember half the time.
Until I see that faint light. In this cold place, it is warmth.
It fills me with something I have long since forgotten.
I can never remember what it's called though.
I try and reach out to it.