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Last by: felecialafountain966 on 04 Jan 2013 • Contributions: 1 of 44
Last by: roommod on 14 Dec 2012 • Contributions: 1 of 3
Affection For The Outcasts
Last by: alamb1995 on 13 Dec 2012 • Contributions: 1 of 999
The Gorshe lived alone, and it was believed that he was the only one of his kind ever to exist. He was intelligent, and deeply disliked the fact that no one had given him a personal name, so he gave one to himself: Berno. Berno, in many ways, resembled a dragon. The size was identical, and his skin was dark red and scaly. However, he had no wings, no spines, and he was strictly herbivorous. (The Yallites, of course, didn’t know this). Also unlike a dragon, he was not a quadruped, but had an erect spine which allowed him to walk on two feet. He did have very sharp claws and teeth, though, along with cat-like eyes the same green as the hills. The Yallites were overly and unrightfully fearful of him and King Frank II had cast him out of the kingdom.
Contrary to the myths and legends that surrounded Berno, he was actually a very mild creature who wanted nothing more than to be accepted as a person. He was lonely, And would do anything and everything to belong somewhere...anywhere.
I Am Not A Hero
Last by: calciber on 12 Dec 2012 • Contributions: 1 of 999
Maybe when we're heading back to Tile City, after I complete my contract. After I eat something evil and disgusting and I'm not quite so fucking hungry. I mean, she wants it, and it's damn sure not my fault she's a nymph and smells so bloody good. Instead of responding when she says something I don't bother to hear, I pop the shell off my revolver and make sure the accelerator diagrams are clean and ready, make sure the electrical to magic diagram is fully functional.
When I run out of things to distract me there, I stand up, gripping the rungs on the ceiling, and head back into the hold. My head scrapes the seven and a half foot ceiling. Fucking short people, always designing transports for humans.
I haven't been human in a long time. Also, not my fault.
The Chicago Black Zone is coming up. I can feel the Grand Angelic Wall surrounding it, the crackling holy bullshit energy making me feel ill. Another day, another job, another monster to kill. At least this time, it should be a challenge.