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[Xenoblade-Daughter of Purple] Chapter 6Keyara yawned as she awoke, a new day to start, a new job in Tephra Caves. After she got back to the green district yesterday night, the Mistress had called for her, and she went to meet her. The Mistress wanted her to go, today at night, a grab ether crystals. It had appeared to the Mistress that good quality ether crystals appeared at night, and Keyara sighed. She hope she wouldn't go nocturnal as a result.
"Oh, you're awake." the voice of Fiora said, making Keyara look up as Fiora walked in with a tray.
"Ah, thank you Fiora. You didn't have to bring me the food." Keyara said, and Fiora giggled, laying the tray in her lap.
"True, but you slept in pretty late. It's already noon, and I remembered you saying you'd tell me what happened between you and Princess Melia." Fiora said, giving Keyara the fork.
"Ah, right. Princess Melia offered me a job in the castle. I would live in the castle, be paid for practically being who I am, and not have much work to do. Labor Free as she put it." Ke
[Xenoblade-Daughter of Purple] Chapter 5Keyara sighed as she walked back to the green district, back home. She didn't feel too great about her meeting with Melia, and it scared...no...terrified her of what the Princess may be thinking. She was cautious during the meeting to being with, and then when she noticed Melias' ether waves seemed red when she mentioned Fiora, it worried Keyara.
'What is she going to do?' Keyara thought as she neared the green district.
As she neared, she heard someone call her name.
"Keyara!" a females voice called out, and Keyara turned her head upon entering, and saw Fiora running her way, a small box in her hands.
"How was the meeting?" Fiora asked, giving Keyara her cheerful smile, and it made Keyara smile, despite how worried she was.
"It was...kinda...bad. Princess Melia is giving me really bad vibes, and now I think I might be on her bad list." Keyara said, giving an exhausted sigh.
"Wanna talk about it?" Fiora suggested, hugging her arm.
"Nah, but I'll tell you later tonight after I ge
ReuionA 20 year old, black haired, purple eyed girl yawned as she sat on the small dock on the pond above Frontier Village. She had been living there for about 12 years, she though she had many Nopon, she missed the company of Homs. Giving another yawn, the girl stood, and rolled her pants legs back down, before putting her socks and boots back on.
"Keyara going home already?" a nopon asked, and the girl, Keyara, gave a small nod.
"Yeah, I need to grab some stuff to go hunting." Keyara said, and went down to her house, which was near the bottom of the tree, a level above the sacred pond.
As she neared her house, she felt a hand lay on her shoulder, and she froze, for it felt like a Homs and not a wing or paw.
"Excuse us, ma'am." a slightly muffled voice said, and Keyara turned her head, moving her ponytail out of the way to see two guards.
She noticed both of them were wearing white/silver/gray armor, with shields and swords by their sides. She also noticed they had wings on their heads behi
Feelings of the Hero of the HomsIt wasn't something Dunban wanted to admit, he didn't think it'd ever happen to him. Yeah to Keyara and Alvis, yeah to Reyn and Sharla, and defiantly to Fiora and Shulk...but to him? Dunban sighed as he rolled over, trying to get is mind off the feeling within his heart.
'I never thought she'd have an effect on me.' Dunban thought, his mind once again going to the silver haired Princess, Lady Melia.
He was worried when he noticed Keyara had started following him, and giving him glares, and now he knew why. He had feelings for Melia, and he couldn't believe it happened, and apparently Keyaras' protective instinct were kicking in as well, as a result of him developing feelings for Melia. He only hoped Keyara would see it as a good change and not castrate him.
'That's the last thing I need.' Dunban thought sourly, hoping against hope he wouldn't die the next day.
Next Day: So far, the day had gone smoothly. Keyara and Alvis were walking ahead of the group, Melia cling
[Xenoblade-Daughter of Purple] Chapter 4Keyara yawned as she got out of bed, and walked into the small kitchen in hers' and Fioras' house, and began making breakfast. It wasn't long before the smell of food lured Fiora out of her bed, and into the kitchen.
"Morning Keyara." Fiora said, giving a yawn of her own.
"Ah, morning Fiora. I was wondering when you would awaken." Keyara said, and smiled at the girl that was a little sister in her eyes, her reason for living.
After a minute or more had passed, Keyara dropped the plated she was holding, and held her head as her purple eyes shinned a second.
"Oh my gosh, Keyara are you okay?" Fiora asked as Keyara leaned against her for support.
"Y-yeah, give me a m-moment." Keyara said, trying to regain herself.
"Let's see...near the cas-no, under it. A high spike in ether crystals...good quality. I can also sense a lot of monster's, so this'll be a dangerous job." Keyara said to herself, before sighing as she regained herself.
"Are you going to be okay?" Fiora asked Keyara, worried, an
[Xenoblade-Daughter of Purple] Chapter 3It wasn't long before Keyara and Fiora decided it'd be better to move further into the green section. Keyara was getting too many threat's to move out of the green section, and there were nicer houses further into the green section, a little closer to the blue section. As they entered, and found a house, they also got a job with a wealthy merchant lady who saw their potential. Especially Keyaras' as she can feel ether, and helped the merchant find ether crystals to sell. Keyara was on her way home, when Fiora ran over to her.
"Keyara did you hear?" Fiora asked Keyara, excitedly, as she walked back home with Keyara.
"No, what?" Keyara asked, smiling, a small bag of ether crystals in her hands.
Keyara knew that as long as she was with Fiora, she would be happy. The young blonde girl made her feel accepted, like she had reason to be living. It was thanks to Fiora that Keyara was able to put up with all the threats from their village, and it's all the kept Keyara living. Fiora always told
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
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There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
A Simple MelodyToo damn cold.
That was the only way to put it.
It was simply too damn cold. The rusty old train car provided protection from the barrage of the snowstorm outside, but the metal confines did little to stop the freezing air from becoming any less freezing. The inside wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. It had been a cargo train, not a luxury transportation system for the rich to sip wine and debate over the economy. At the very least, the temporary shelter’s door could slide shut and eliminate the wind chill.
Travis was already bundled in two t-shirts, a hoodie, and a coat, but he certainly didn’t turn down the opportunity to nestle into the pile of abandoned blankets in the corner of the train car. A guitar was also propped up against the wall. The strings were rusty, and it was horribly out of tune, but he was thrilled by the discovery anyway.
The previous occupant of the train car had likely planned to return at some point, but judging by the untouched
A Borrower's Quest: Salt Acquiry
Smooth, warm light shines in through a small, opened window. Morning fog is outside, in the forest. The room is silent and calm. It’s crowded with furniture, shelves and chests all around the walls. All give home to clothes, glass jars and hundreds of books. In the middle of the room, a big, old wooden dining table stands. A few cups, a little clay jar and a vase are on top of it on a neat white tablecloth. Next to the wall opposite to the window, there’s a bed. A boy in his late teens enjoys a deep sleep in it. His occasional snoring is the only thing that disturbs the calm silence of the cottage.
And then small fidgeting is heard from the direction of the window. The sound of it is insignificant, nobody would give it a second thought. They would think it’s just some ordinary noise any house makes. But it wasn’t. From outside, the wall is overgrown by ivy leaves, the vines reach over the window, and on these, something is climbi
Trust Machines: Morning Coffee at the VennCafe (Food TFs, Coffee TF)
“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.
“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”
Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”
“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”
Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”
Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee be
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
Anima the Singing Angel Balloon
Anima Caelestis (pronounced Celestis), Anima for short is a cute and beautiful pink-haired angel hair girl who loves peace around the world and hates wars and mischief.
One day, today is a day where there is no evil can happen on her relaxing day. She lied down in the pastures and often pondered what it's like to fly up into the skies without the assistance of her angel wings.
"Is there another way to get up to the sky without my wings?" She said to herself. "Maybe I can try singing to see if it'll help."
She cleared her throat, opened her mouth slowly and began to vocalize a sweet harmonic voice as if she is in a opera. The wind picked up in response to her voice and guided itself down towards to her mouth.
The air began to fill Anima's body like a balloon and kept vocalizing until more air flowed right into her mouth and inflated a lot bigger four times the size of a planet and felt her feet being lifted up from the ground.
"Looks like my singing can pick up the wind," Anima said as
A Mysterious Fever -End-
“Huh, Dawn? What are you doing here?” Yue questioned as he noticed the fire fox running towards him. Both he and the little Fletchling dropped their twigs as she tripped right into the Sneasel’s arms with a clumsy smile.
“I found it!” She happily exclaimed and repeated before pointing towards the branch that stuck out of her tail with a chuckle. “And it’s a lot lighter than it looks! I was able to hold my own against an Ursaring with it!”
“An Ursaring?! Did it hurt you?! Are you alright!?” The Sneasel pushed her an inch away, still holding on to the vixen as he scanned for any wounds.
“I’m fine ya big dumb butt! I’m a Braixen now, and I bet I could even hold my own against a Hydreigon! With my new staff, I’ll be unstopable!” Dawn shoved the Sneasel playfully, hitting him over his wounds accidentally.
“Hey, be careful…!” He grunted, holding on to his chest.
Maria65 The Tyrant Snipets"Now I will rule all of Equestria!" Maria65 shouted to everypony as lighting struck.
"No, you can't! You can't do this to me, to us!" A bloodied, scared Maria said sniffling.
"If we are to defeat Maria65, we need Maria." Breeze stated.
"But where is she?" Raiden asked, worried.
"Twilight, what're you all doing here?" Celestia asked weakly from behind the bars.
"We came to save you. Hold on. Nova, break it!" Twilight ordered.
"Right!" Nova said backing up.
"Maria! You're alright?!" Buttons said trotting up to her.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Maria said fearfully.
"Maria? What happened to you?" Snackpack asked.
"If only we can save the Princesses and Discord." Twilight said as maria looked at her.
"We can, and we did, but while Celestia recovers, she gave me a job. It's time Twilight." Maria said walking toward her.
"Time? Time for what?" Twilight questioned.
"I see you still alive." Maria65 said with a glare.
"Let them all go Maria65! They don't deserve this!" Maria sh
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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