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A slow awaking by Rewnel77, literature

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A slow awaking

Faint snores and the internal drumming of a heartbeat filled the still mostly asleep tsurexs ears. Everything around them was soft and warm. The air smelled of cherries, citrus and dirt. With a yawn Trigger nuzzled their face deeper into soft, citrus smelling material, their whiskers and antenna lightly brushing all over the thing. Slowly Triggers mind realized that their old, ramshackle shack did not normally smell of citrus and cherries, the dirt however was a constant smell they couldn't remove. As the tired, white eyes opened, they were assaulted by colors of blue, black and white. It took a little while for Triggers mind to realize that they were using their friend Soot as a pillow, his fur wet where Triggers face once laid on him. The larger fluffy beblune let out a mermer as he tried to curl closer to the tsurex as they moved away from his sleeping form. Trigger watched as his side rose and fell with every tired breath. A different mermer pulled Triggers attention away from the

Zombies curse by Rewnel77, literature

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Zombies curse

The crunch of fallen leafs filled the air, the faint whistle of the whispering winds as they blew around the dead leafs and some dust around, the occasional caw of crows who clustered around what appeared to be a dead corpse. High in the sky stood a bright moon whose glow gave this scare attraction such a lovely aura. In the middle of a small clearing lay a body, it was mostly black with markings of a dark purple, golden fur clung to the neck like a mane. Its white bone face seemed to glow in the moonlight. The group slowly approached the body, it looked too realistic to be a prop and it was too obvious to be a scare actor. A melanistic beblune approached the strange mass of fur and bone. The closer they got the worse the smell grew, it smelled like rotting meat and mushrooms. The thing that laid on the floor slowly started to move. A wheeze escaped its mouth alongside a low guttural groan. The suddenly very apparent mowl started to rise from the ground, a golden mist of fungal spores

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Zombies curse by Rewnel77, literature

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Zombies curse

A horrible exchange by Rewnel77, literature

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A horrible exchange

Wet, why was it always wet? Questioned the mad doctor who sat at the entrance to his cave, high above a cult who at best were silent as a mouse, however tonight they were not. The chanting and rising voices could be heard up in his cave. It rattled in his brain, much like the semblance of sanity he long since left behind. A grumbling voice could be heard from under his broken mask. Doc could barely stand normal beblunes, but this was going too far. At least they didn't question his motives or his ‘studies’. He considered the leader a blessing in disguise. She never really bothered him unless absolutely necessary. So why the chanting, and why in the rain. The mad doctor continued with his vials of pungent smelling liquids and vile smelling fluids that were probably once inside a beblunes body. The clacking of glass made the doctor slowly calm down. That was until the voices outside started to get louder and louder. As if this stormy day wasn't already crummy enough. The doctor started

A horrible reality by Rewnel77, literature

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A horrible reality

A deep rumble of thunder, and the loud drumming of rain on the old, worn out roof of a barely stable, ramshackle shack, whose walls were being battered by the storms unrelenting winds filled an already anxious tsurex with more dread. Trigger lay in one of the very few dry areas of the shack, a corner that housed their bedding and a very unhappy gray and white cat. Trigger tried to calm down their feline companion by gently petting them. Near the bedding stood probably the saddest looking candle that has ever seen the light of day, it stood not upright, but sideways so the wax dripped onto the old termite eaten wood floor boards, it's wick seemed to never want to go with the rest of the wax but was somehow coerced into following it. The candle gave just enough light for Trigger to see the ground and shelves around them. The shelves housed old, molding books as well as an occasional dead rat. The ground wasn't any cleaner, Trigger could have sworn they saw a giant spider run past the

Doctors orders by Rewnel77, literature

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Doctors orders

The faint pattering of rain hitting an old cracked window, filled the cluttered and filthy room. Towers of books, both old and new, seemingly reached twords the old stone ceiling with a rickety wavering hands Cobwebs entangled themselves throughout the dust ridden upper shelves, shelves that once housed books, whom have made themselves at home laying on the old cracked stone floors. Hidden in a corner, the furthest from the old splintering wooden door, sat a desk, a desk covered in jars that housed preserved animals most strange. Amongst the jars sat a old nearly dead candle, whom clung to life as if to spite the Texture. It's flame danced next to a once purple mowl tongue. With a harsh creaking sound, the splintering wooden door opened. Behind it stood a tired and slouched Beblune, who's single pupil less eye scanned the cluttered room, as if to check if anything has changed from earlier in the day. A long sigh excaped the feline faced beblune as he closed and locked the old door

Frog legs anyone by Rewnel77, literature

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Frog legs anyone

The early morning air held a slight autumn chill. As the first rays of the new dawn leaked over the large fang like mountain peaks, which were dusted in a thick blanket of snow. The light of the new dawn had yet to fully reach its grubby hand into a sleepy campsite, logged in the crimson sandstone. With a yawn and a large stretch, awoke a still drowsy Volic. His sky blue pools flickered a desire to return to the warmth and comfort of his bed. Sadly for Balto, he was the one voted to start today's campfire, which sat at the heart of the horde of tents. The center held a ring of stones, whose maw held the remains of logs before, which were now charcoal and ash. Balto sauntered towards the firepit, his paws lifted as if they were made of lead. His path weaving through the tents whose occupants still slumbered. In the volics eyes, this was a form of psychological torture, at least his adopted father informed him that if he got the fire going before anyone fully awoke, that'd he'd be able

Run fast and run far by Rewnel77, literature

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Run fast and run far

The shouts and cries that once assaulted my ears slowly grew fainter the further I ran, they yelled profanities and hateful words towards me. I didn't care, all I cared about was the wind that washed over my feathered body, that wind who danced in the feathers on my wings, the wind who leaped off the feathers on my tail. I was originally born a creature of the seas, born with adaptations for life on land. I could still hear the infuriated shouts from behind me. I could feel the chains that they used to hold me down still on my feathers, but they were no longer there. I was no longer chained down, no longer kept in a cage of their choice. All around me, stood ancient trees whose branches were covered in green leaves, on the ground were so many different kinds of brush in so many different colors. Under my feet I could feel the softness of grass, the firmness of stone and the squish of the dirt below. The air once heavy with the sounds of rage and anger were now filled with the song of

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About Rewnel77

Artist // Student // Traditional Art

Nov 18
United States
Deviant for 8 years
She / Her

My Bio

I am only good at drawing dragon like creatures. But I am learning how to draw other things. It might take a really long time tho.

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The Jurassic Park movies

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Love any artists that aren't screamo or rap

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Fallout or skyrim

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PlayStation 4

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Rewnel77

Nov 4, 2020

Special myo event

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Heres a link to the myo event it honestly looks cool

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Rewnel77

May 4, 2020

defeat of victory

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As the light of the new days sun slowly rose over the jagged fang like peaks of the mountains, its light showing only the multitude of battles that raged between two different ideals. One who seeked to control the power of a demi who until now was completely unknown to the world, the other side wanted to protect what little freedom the demi might already have in it's high mountain home. As the battles raged all around, a lone beblune took a different path to the enemies camp and leader. Moose walked a fine line against a high cliffside and the edge of a dense dark forest. The trees seemed to hold the secret form of the giant as he grew clo...

Rewnel77

Apr 24, 2020

prompt entry. moose = streangth

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As the blue mowl who's name moose had long since forgotten. All around his head fluttered the small forms of his five micro dragons. They seemed worried about the different landscape, which moose had grown used to. Up in the sunset sky flew a beblune who's blurred form moose could recognize from miles away. He had nicknamed her the sunset angel. The beblune in question was none other than zarisa who seemed to be having a conversation with a brown and green blob. Moose continued to walk until the leader of this whole mess of an army approached moose. The mowls words seemed to be lost to the vast sound of the crowds voices. It drove moose to...