[Dragonets-of-destiny]

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[Lady_Novianti]

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I sat on the edge of the cliff, distant enough from the rest of society to feel peaceful for once. The calming breeze and crashing waves cause me to relax, taking in the beauty. A flowering tree dangled above me, its soft petals blowing in the wind. A picturesque mountain fell out behind the cliff, almost like a smoky shadow waiting for it's prey. I sighed, and let the warm sun brush my fur, closing my eyes. It was paradise. I was off the coast of Costa Rica, on a lone island no one knew of. It was my home, my paradise. Me and a few other Viscets where here on a cruise, and thankfully I had found quiet sanctuary from the normally loud and chaotic live I lived. It was a few days later that the ship took off again. I looked over the edge of the boat into the crystalline waters. It was soothing, and soon I was asleep on the deck...

[ps4 kid]

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Wip

[Vixen Luo]

- lost me interest uvu good luck y'all!

[~IceFang~]

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Evening. The end of the daylight. Evening. The end. The words spun through her head with the wailing ambulance, the sirens like mourners for a funeral already, the beeps of the heart monitor counting down the seconds. She was not ready to let him go, not yet. Her dark paw gripped his soft, sun-like one, the same that had brushed her cheek, his orange eyes, that she had spent so much time staring into, drifting closed. The nurses in their clean, white uniforms gathered around him, giving orders to each other. There was so much blood. So much blood. It stained his front like a jacket covering his torso, matting his fur, even as the nurses cleaned it. Eve could see their faces, trained to be emotionless, but she could see the worry. Burning flames raced along her eyes, leaking out in little droplets. Not yet. Oh god, not yet...
A twitch in her paw. She looked up quickly, the tears making her vision blurry. Quickly wiping them away, the green optics met the soft orange ones, lips curled in a weak smile. He opened his mouth. Her ears were sharp, catching every painful word. "Evening. Don't blame yourself. This... All this was going to fail someday. We knew the sun should not love the moon, the moon should not yearn the sun. We knew." "But you're going to be fine! Things are going to be fine." "At least try to be convincing." "I'm... I'm so sorry.... " "Don't be."
A smile.
A light peck on a cheek stained with tears.
Eyes drifting closed.
Light going out.
Sirens stop.
Line flattens.
Hurried voice
Limp paw
Sun burning up
Moon grieving
The world
Ending.

The day was warm, sunny, and cheery. The open grave looked like the mouth of a beast, ready to swallow the last of her sun.
She did not look into that open casket. She had cried, "That's not my sun! That's not my sun!"
For it was only a husk of what she had loved. Not the sun to her moon. Never again.

The open grave, like her own heart, a yawning cavern that refused to close.

The mahogany lowered into the grave, dirt piled up.

Goodbye, my sun.

Evening. True, it means end, but it also means beginning. Beginning of the night, the darkness.
But night does not last forever. It is always darkest before the Dawn.

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"Smile!"
"No."

Art by Me

I'm so depressed now.

[Fox,]

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[magpiemochi.]

marking to watch!

[grifforik]

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I grew up pretty sheltered and books were my whole life, an introvert if you will. I wasn’t too keen on going out and doing things myself. I suppose I was afraid. Afraid to fail or get hurt or just wasn’t sure of myself. My confidence was pretty low, and I didn’t have a whole lot of friends. Not because no one liked me, but because I was so use to being closed up with my books and by myself that I actually, mostly, preferred it that way. Though it’d have been nice to talk to someone every once in a while.
On this particular day, I was sitting under a tree in the park, reading a new book. I heard a shout and had enough time to throw my hands up to shield my face, when small bits of leaves and twigs fell out of the tree as something crashed into the top. I was afraid to uncover m face, but I could hear curses and noises as someone tumbled down through the tree limbs. And then suddenly the noise stopped and peeked over my upraised hands to look directly into the eyes of another viscet, hanging upside down by her tail from the tree.

“So… could you like help me down?” She asked, looking super embarrassed.

“Sure…” I stammered, getting up. I carefully set my book out of harms way and hesitantly began to climb the tree, something I’ve never done before. I scooted out over the tree limb, trying to breath slowly and not show how afraid I was, and carefully unwedged her tail.

OMPH! She cried, hitting the ground instantly, only to roll to her feet and bounce around.
I clung to the tree and tried not to panic.

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok.” She called out encouragement as I made my way down from the tree, panting the whole time. And suddenly I was on the ground.

“Wow… I’ve never done that,” I said, in a moment of sheer relief and joy. It was my first adventure! I’d climbed a tree and lived! And I’d saved a damsel in distress. It was an amazing feeling.

“I’m Ruth,” she said, and I replied with my name, and she told me a little about herself. We became fast friends, and I realized that with Ruth around, I’d actually live the adventures I’d been reading about.

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[tiny little box]

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Randell watched as the little baby bat dropped on the ground,the shrieks of the mother fruit bat could be heard as she tried to find the little baby.Randell froze,looking horrified at what he just witnessed.He didn't liked to see any of the poor little baby's injured.He looked all around him,picking up he small bag that had fallen.The little baby had obviously broken his wing,spastically trying to get away.His ears dropped a little bit,emptying his parchel that he was carrying with him and slipped the baby fruit bat inside.He knew that the mother would never take care of her baby if she knew he was broken.He sighed a little bit,starting to walk.
As Randell started to walk he began to contemplate the situation at hand.If he went back to his small pact they would discover the loud bat.The viscets in his pact we're more concern filling there selfish bellies with the lives of his little critter friends.He shook that thought out of his head.It was definitely not a option.Randell peered around them.He rubbed the parcel a little bit.Maybe he could go to his little hiding spot.He had always had it for when he couldn't take the stress of the pact.He smiled a little bit,opening the bag and petting the baby bat.
"Its okay my little one.You will be safe with me...I promise"
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It's the link to the photo yes those are braces I'm sorry I couldn't upload here it won't let me on my phone

[stormzien]

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