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Unexpected DeliveryRicky enjoyed sleep very much. Ever since he turned thirteen, it seemed that he could never get enough of it. Unfortunately, the environment he lived in wasn't particularly conducive for this habit.
His eyelids cracked open just in time for him to feel twin weights land on his back, crushing any dreams he might have had of sleeping in that day, along with his spine.
"Get up, get up, get up, Riri! Get up, get up, get up!" high pitched voices commanded, the aforementioned weights bouncing in tandem with the screeching.
He groaned loudly into his pillow, ears twitching, before rolling to the side, sending his brother and sister tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. Indignant squeals followed as he wearily pushed himself into an upright position.
"Alright, alright you little pests, I'm up. What do you want?"
Blue eyes exchanged disbelieving glances before turning back to him.
"Don't you remember what day it is?" Winter demanded, looking like anything other than a "Yes,
WayfarerThe stars were singing. Violet couldn't see them, but she knew they were there; she just had to find them.
She eagerly wound her way through the forest of vines that blocked her path, sometimes getting caught and having to untangle herself. Why were there so many? She couldn't even see where they were hanging from, but that didn't seem to matter much. Her path was suddenly much clearer, and the vines didn't seem so menacing anymore. Instead, they happily offered her their arms and led her the rest of the way.
There, just up ahead. She could just barely make out their lovely light, and their sweet voices gently tugged her forward. She smiled and reached out, ready to pluck one from the sky. Her fingers brushed the soft corona and-
"Violet... Violet, wake up, I've got something amazing to show you." The young fairy jolted, blinking blearily as she struggled to recognize her surroundings. She scowled when she realized what had happened and turned to shoot a disgruntled look at her friend,
Zvart Secret SantaWARNING: MILD SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK "HALF BREED" BY :iconZvart:
Tara was not sure what to make of her surroundings. One minute, she was lying in bed, completely bored out of her mind, the next, the bed disappeared and she found herself lying on a very unfamiliar stone floor, disorientation the most prominent thing on her mind. It probably didn't help that the searing pain in her side from her wounds was making her vision spin and fade, nor all the bright lights that seemed to surround her.
"Alright, Tara, focus. There could be enemies nearby. Ruya, do you sense anything?"
She waited a moment, but there was no reply.
"Ruya? That isn't funny, say something."
She was greeted only with silence.
That couldn't be good. The only time she hadn't been able to hear Ruya was after she took over and needed time to recover her energy. She'd done no such thing as of late, so that option was out. Maybe it had something to do with the sudden change in location? But Ruya was trapp
Cat and MouseTony crept quietly across the counter, carefully maneuvering around the various utensils and utilities that had been abandoned there. The human who owned them was currently taking a nap in an adjacent room, and it wouldn't do at all for her to awake to the sound of clattering metal.
He peered over the edge at the unsettlingly distant floor, then across the gap from the counter to the island. He frowned, not remembering it being quite so wide, before retreating back about fifteen feet. He took a deep breath through the nose and took of running, launching himself of the edge.
He just barely made it. Sending out a silent 'thank-you' for rough hewn countertops and claws, he scrambled over the edge, pausing a moment to catch his breath. A moment later, he stood up and made for his objective, the whole reason he had risked his life and almost fallen to his death: The strawberries.
The human had been snacking on them earlier before being interrupted by a call to the door, a rather unusual occ
Tara and Danny Character BiosName: Tara Johnson
Skin: Creamy beige
Hair: Brownish Auburn
Height: 5'3 (Towri measurements)
Build: Hourglass figure, 59th percentile.
Features: Heart shaped face, big eyes, thin lips, and a round nose with freckles across the bridge.
Personality: Friendly in the extreme. She loves to meet new people and help whenever she can. Makes a habit of chatting the ears off of random strangers anywhere she has to wait in line. Hard to make mad, unless you attack(whether verbally or physically) one of her friends, or someone who can't defend themselves. Heaven help you then. She's usually good at shrugging off insults, but when you do actually get a hit in, she turns sad and withdrawn for unproportionately long periods of time. A daddy's girl.
Name: Daniel Grey
Skin: Light Olive
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Height: 5'4 1/2
Build: Scrawny, 45th percentile
Features: Narrow face, small eyes(made bigger by his glasses. V
Nice to Meet You"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Jordan shouted as his bag caught and ripped on a thorn bush, spilling its contents. Candy bars, granola bars, some other kind of bar, and bags of trail mix all spilled out. He held out the now useless bag, glaring at the large tear.
"Well this is just great," he growled, gathering the snacks up and shoving as many of them as possible into the other pocket of the bag. It still left quite a bit left over, which he proceeded to stuff into his pant pockets. There was still some left over even from that and he was left staring at his hands, feeling utterly ridiculous that so simple a problem was causing so much frustration. He groaned and resumed walking, the snacks still clutched in his fists.
"Why did I let myself get talked into this?" he grumbled, stepping over a log. "I'm not a camper, I'm the tech guy. Ugh, damn Tray and my stupid pride."
As was fairly obvious by this point, Jordan wasn't having the best day ever. It had started out th
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