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The calming sound of nothingness awakened Fyro from his slumber and he was surprised to see nothing but blackness. From the slight weight on his back and pressure from all sides he believed he was buried beneath a layer of sand; though not too thick that he was trapped with no way of getting out. He shuffled a little, some sand falling as a result of his movements and finally, his wings broke through the sand. The sand was soft but no less dangerous had the evening sandstorm been far worse than it was. But with his wings now outstretched he could feel the relentless heat from the sun against them, helping warm them and his blood. He stretched them out to take more sun in before he lifted his head and tail free from the blanket of orange sand that was almost the same colour as his hide. The sun now burning his back, Fyro opened his viper hood and bathed in the sun's warmth for a few moments. The sand that had covered him had been warm but not as invigorating as the actual sun.Literature[P] Activity | Hunting, Ravine
The thundering of hooves echoed throughout the mountain passes of Imdir's Spine as Atla, Chiro, Titania and Sari raced across the ledges above the mountain ravine after the herd of equines. Thunder crashed above them in the darkening skies and somewhere in the distance, sheet lightning lit up the darker sections of the thick clouds in the West. The storm was getting closer and would no doubt reach the Spine once Atla, Titania, Chiro and Sari managed to catch up with the herd below them. Their hunt had started outside the mountain range in the Savage Steppes. But after a Worg had walked into sight, the equine herd had gone into a panic and raced into the mountains. And with a head start, the sabers couldn't block their entry into the vast ravine the herd was running through currently. So, they were hoping to somehow get in front of the charging herd by racing across the mountain ledges that hung over the ravine. Atla and Chiro were on one side of the ravine on a lowerLiterature[K] CoL | Vexanna vs. Andeer
Was it this time of year already? Vexanna thought to herself when the once calm air turned into one of excitement and apprehension. All around her, those that lived within the colosseum's pits were being taken out. The new opponents, she remembered the humans saying when they were first brought in. Though it wasn't a decision made by them... The booming voice of Cerberus made Vexanna grind her teeth together and when the taunting began - the cheering and feet stomping to boost everyone's moods - she began to drag her curved horns against the reinforced bars that confined her to a small singular space. Her huge body swayed in place, her horns making the bars of her cage rattle as if she were in a trance. But her heart was hammering behind her ribs and her stomach knotted with excitement. After biting one of the handlers here, Vexanna had been denied any form of fighting and training and was kept locked away in her cage. She was still fed, but the cage now appeared smaller thanLiterature[P] Activity | Foraging, Enlil's Forest
Birdie, Owl, Fawn and Highlander were roaming the vast forests of Enlil's Heart in search of food safely, knowing that the Hunting Grounds where the best herbs and grass grew was no doubt full of predators this early in the evening. So long as they were careful of where they tread, the four Megas should be safe within the forest with little fear of predators or invoking the sleeping God's wrath. Highlander was tense, however, as he ventured deeper into the forests with Birdie, Owl and Fawn. Autumn was fast approaching and he had yet to find someone to be with and have offspring. His dreams of having a herd to call his own within the mountains were far beyond his reach, and even though there were two dashing females by his side... He scowled over at Fawn who smirked and waggled his tail at him. Each attempt Highlander had made at courting Birdie or Owl, Fawn was always there to court him. Birdie and Owl had already shown their dislike towards Highlander's advances multipleLiteratureR-1124, Howl | Rune Mark Tracker
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Staring at Her. {Sherlock Holmes x Reader}
It wasn’t likely for Sherlock Holmes to get distracted. To catch his attention would simply be a rarity. Yet, it was what the woman in line for coffee exactly did – and effortlessly, mind you. More and more did his gaze lengthen, and so did all signs of composure. He wouldn’t call the act leering. Staring at the flawless face of hers sparked nothing except amazement at how perfect a being could be. She brought herself up in confidence and sashayed to the counter with poise. No doubt the men around the vicinity averted their attention to her, and he did what it takes to have his surface above anyone else’s. She turnedLiteratureStaring at Him. {Sherlock Holmes x Reader}
She was aware of the eyes that wandered over her. Yet, in his pallor the man in the Belstaff coat did give something different. His piercing look of inspection of her totality made her shudder under it. It was intimate – nothing compared to the norm. Was it possible to be sat and exhume class and power by doing just that? All her life, she thought it non-existent. Yet he was there, and he proved her wrong. The world around him was blurred out and magnified except for the man who continues to follow her with his eyes too blue to begin with. For a moment, he removed the gaze and she took her time to take him in and how wondrously sculpLiteraturePaying a visit. {Sherlock x Reader} [PART 5]
The four corners of his old bedroom were filled with silence. (Y/N) had run off to the loo to freshen up before sliding into bed with him. It had felt like the first time lying beside her was challenging. For one, now that they were technically together – although not labeled- but you get the gist of it; he was expected to get handsy with her under the covers, for (Y/N) was the type to get cold and it was Sherlock’s duty to warm her up but not in the sense as to engaging in something else. Far too early, was that going to be pursued. Janine always initiated the thought of intimacy under the covers. In truth, it was one of the manLiteratureQuite contrary. {Sherlock x Reader}
On the center of the main room lain the trio, they had just come from checking out a crime scene. The usual frustrated murder led to an even more frustrated Sherlock Holmes. Luckily, (Y/N) was there to keep him grounded and sane. John noticed how odd the couple was. How contradictory their personalities were. No matter how opposing their ideas were, they were still so in love. He stared into the space, and Sherlock deduced that he had been observing something. “If you’re thinking about (Y/N) and I, all you need to do is ask.” Sherlock detached himself from the love of his life, leaving her on the couch, the case in hLiteratureCigarette-free {Sherlock x Reader}
The burning smell of tobacco was becoming even more frequent at the household. Sherlock decided to smoke one stick to calm himself down when he ran out of the patches and it's been a week since he made that decision. From one stick, it became one box. "You don't mind the smell anyway, so what's the big deal?" He puffed out an air of nicotine-induced smoke out through the window and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. "You don't know that, I might actually begin to hate it." "No, you don't. Your face doesn't contort when it hits your senses, you usually suck in a breath and you hide that crinkle in your nose furtively when caught in that situation."LiteratureHis Homecoming. {Sherlock Holmes x Reader}
Was it the way his pulse quickened at the mere sight of her? Was it the way he’d find himself staring at her doing god-knows-what and still feel blessed to have her? Was it t? In these hateful and spiteful times of not knowing, ignorance ruled the great Sherlock Holmes’ mind. It was what urged him to stay idle for the past five months. He hated the feeling of being vulnerable. With her, that possibility of toppling over the ledge of vulnerability was evident. The emergence of these unkind feelings – although, arguably the best feeling in the world according to most of the human population – sent him over borders he neLiteraturePreparing her Home. {Sherlock Holmes x Reader}
It was never a mystery that he was a busy man. His pace was always hastened, always quickened. For someone who is used to being anchored on the ground, (Y/N) found it hard to get him down from the clouds. She found it hard to keep up. This made her look like a total idiot when paired with him. Truth be told, it was one of the very reasons why she had stopped bothering Sherlock with the cases he was busying himself with. It was funny; their relationship. They went against all odds. They went against what people warned them - rather, what they warned her. She slipped and fell in love and there was nothing else to it. Except the fact that she hLiteratureSlow was Her beeping. {Sherlock Holmes x Reader}
Beep. Beep. Beep. Her hair was growing thin and so did her patience. As time flew by, her memory was rolled into a blur of events that made her question their realism. Her eyes full of luster no longer twinkled as it once did, her teeth weren't complete anymore. It was just the tiny glint that showed ever-so rarely anymore, except at the memory of him. Beep. Beep. Beep. She may not remember who Greg was anymore - or was it George? or Henry? - nor may she recall if Mrs. Hudson still lived down the flat they stayed in - have they moved out like she'd ask him millions of times before? - (Y/N) could never forget her Sherlock Holmes. She laid i
