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Rythian's Cat Part 7 Teep entered the room a few hours after Rythian and Zoey had left. He nearly laughed himself to tears when he saw me. The reason being that he may or may not have found me tangled up in a ball of yarn that I may or may not have found in the bedroom closet. I may or may not have yelled at him to help me out of it. And he may or may not have laughed the entire time he did so.
Regardless of the event that may or may not have happened, we were now siting on the couch in the living room. He still chuckles every so once in a while as though remembering something funny. I glare at him, but this just causes him this laugh harder.
“Its not funny!”
“Oh, but it is my new fuzzy, little friend. It is.”
Despite the fact he's making fun of me I find myself smiling at him calling me friend. I've never really had a friend. Sure Honeydew and Xephos are my allies but that's more out of fear than friendship. Teep
Rythian's Cat Part 8 It's been about a week since I turned kitty, and other than the occasional walk with Tee, nothing much happened. Zoey still tries to get me to come to her and tries to pet me every so often. which is wired.... Rythian steers clear of me for the most part, only interacting with me if he has to and to put down my food.
Rythian hasn’t come down stairs in the middle of the night again. But he didn’t get up at dawn with Zoey today like he usually does. He didn’t put down my food ether, Zoey did.
I'm not worried! certainly not! Just curious. I debate venturing up stairs to see him, but decide that that’s probably not a good idea. If he has any idea once so ever about who I am, and he feels even the slightest bit threatened in his what I assume to be vulnerable state, he will not hesitate to destroy said threat.
He will not hesitate to destroy me.
I shiver at the thought. I don’t think he knows
Rythian's Cat Part 1
Don’t panic, Lalna. You’re a genius, you can fix this. I pace around my lab and try to calm my self down. So you made a mistake, its happened before and you always found a way to fix it...but those mistakes didn’t result in me having paws and whiskers!
I leap up onto my lab table and scan over the chemicals I was experimenting with. Some of them have spilled onto the table, and I’m careful not to step in any of them. OK, I was trying to make a potion that would heighten my senses...using cat DNA...
I shake my head as my thoughts drift to tuna. This is absurd! I don’t even like tuna! I shake my head again, and revert my attention back the the mess on my table. I have to focus, I have to find a why to change back. That is if there is a way to turn back... There has to be! I don’t want to be a cat forever! I don’t want to be a cat at all! I place a...paw..on
Not a yogscast story! just a poem i wrote!I am from Storybooks,
pencils and pens,
from words on paper.
I am from heroes and heroines,
kingdoms and castles,
from hiding in stories.
I am from care and sympathy,
Worried faces and forgetfulness,
From fear of loss.
I am from doctor offices and medicines
Blood and needles,
I am from protective brothers and loving mothers,
Working fathers and supportive friends,
I am from car crashes and hospital beds,
scars and memory loss,
from near death.
I am from close calls and almosts
I love yous and i'm sorries
I am from life.
Rythian's Cat Part 3
After a small mental breakdown on me part, and a small argument between the mage and his apprentice over where i'd sleep, things seem to calm down a bit. It was decided that I would sleep in the living room with Teep. I didn't mind, as the alternative was in the pairs bed.
I cringe at the thought, and shack my head, attending to disperse the very unwanted thoughts coming to mind. It doesn't work. However, what does work is the smell coming from the kitchen. My ears prick and my entire body stiffens.
Fish! I smell fish! I hear Teep laugh as I leap from my place on the couch. I sprint at full speed to the kitchen, pain in my paw forgotten in my fishy frenzy. They've left the doors open so I have no problem getting in. The sent is so much stronger in here, but I somehow manage to take in my surroundings.
There are to chests to the left of the door I came though, one labeled meat
Rythian's Cat Part 2
I woke up. I hadn't thought that I would, so it was quite the surprise when I felt myself regaining conciseness. I had herd muffled voices, and felt bodies shifting around in what I assumed was a room. There where two voices. One male the other female, but I couldn't make out what they where saying. They sounded familiar...
I start to open my eyes, and the surprise I had received upon waking was nothing compared to this. Its not often you wake up to a dinosaur staring down at you. We stare at each other in unmoving silence for a bit. when the dinosaur starts to stand I give a small yelp and sink into what I now realize is a couch. The dinosaur seems slightly taken aback by this.
Rythian's Cat Part 20 I sigh and drop my head when the Black cat is no longer in sight. Who am I kidding? I don’t hate Rythian. I never did. He just has a way of getting under my skin…
Teep looks down at me in hopes of an explanation I won’t give him. I’m not even sure I have one. Rythian seemed fine with my presence not more than ten minutes ago, why the sudden change in attitude? Sure he’s not trying to kill me but he’s currently not very friendly to the one that just saved his life…
I give a playful pout, deciding he’s just being Rythian and that I best get used to it…If what I know of the curse is true, I'm going to be ‘blessed’ with his company for quite some time… My playful pout becomes a grimace.
“He has trouble expressing emotion.” I turn to Teep in confusion. Was he speaking about Rythian? “He’s a bit li
Yogmon Fic Part 1
I groan as the dark fog of sleep lifts and my senses return to me. I open my eyes to see the sparks that surround my body just before the fade. i don’t think on it much at first. i don't think on anything for long. as far as im concerned im still asleep.
I sigh as my mind begins to wake regardless of the constant complaints of my body. i use one hand to rub my eyes while i use the other to help me stand up. With my mind more aware i start to notice things. Things like this feels awfully rough to be my bed...Also i shouldn’t be able to stand up fully on my bed.
This realization succeeded in waking me fully and i glance around my surroundings frantically. Trees. Lots of trees. im in a forest but my mind doesn't stay on that fact for long. no it moves on to the fict that every thing in ten eime bigger than it should be.
Fear creeps in with the confusion and i start to shake slightly a
Promises Are Made to be Broken Promises are made to be broken…
In the end… it was treachery and love that claimed Rythian’s life…
A week and a day earlier the endermen had begun to arrive; endless numbers, hordes of monsters attacking and breaking against the hastily shored up walls of their desert fortress like waves upon stone. Cabertown had been overrun by the seventh day, houses burning and crumbling as their foundations were carried away by the tall dark monsters. The villagers had been inexperienced in the art of war, and though they had tried, the damage had been too much for them. Children had gone missing from their beds, and adults were slaughtered in the streets like cattle. Ravs had finally had abandoned hope that his city would survive, and led what was left of his people across the desert to seek shelter with Rythian and Zoey; they carried what they could, but most of their belongings were left abandoned. The villagers were too terrified to retrieve what
Ridgephos 1/2 (Change of a darken Heart)(Warning: Maybe some language, Evil!Xephos and Good!Xephos, and Ridgephos)
Ridgedog, bit his bottom lip. He was sent to assassinate Xephos after being permanently tainted by Israphel. Ridge was glad to help, for everyone else would have been sadden to do it on their own. He saw Xephos standing on a hill, oddly alone. Just as he got his arrow ready, he heard Xephos muttering. He wonder if it was a plan...however...something was off. He saw Xephos fall onto his knees, and lightly sang a song...it was strange in his option.
Ever on and on I continue circling
With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing
And suddenly I see that I can't break free--I'm
Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity
With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony
He saw Xephos turn around, one eye blue, the other eye red. He wasn't all gone...Ridge dropped his arrow in shock. Was he fighting his taint?
To tell me who I am,
A Very Crafty Christmas"There!"
Sky put the gleaming star on the top of the tree, complementing the rest of the decorated house. He had put golden nuggets on the tree, which shined brightly, as well as LED lights and garland of vivid colors.
The door bell rang right after he closed the box of ornaments, "Come in!" He yelled, and the doorknob turned, opening the door. Dawn held a rectangle box in her hand, Ty was carrying three presents, which blocked his face, and Jason brought a transformable karaoke machine, as well as his portable turn tables.
"Merry Christmas, you guys!" The commander greeted the three, hugging all of them after they put their things down. "You too, and thanks for having us over." Ty said, shaking his hand and pulling Sky in for a quick hug. "No problem! It is the happiest time time of the year, why not spend it with friends?"
Dawn put her box on the coffee table in the middle of the living room and Jason set up the two machines, and made sure that both of them worked.
Soon after, multip
AlwaysLewis looked down at the items in his claws, tears forming in his blue eyes at the very sight. But that didn't matter. Nothing did really. Not even this ritual, it was not that important to anyone else, but to Lewis, this was sacred. Today was the anniversary of the day he met Galad. His first real friend and companion. Lewis on this date every year would take the day off and drive to his cave, there he would lay on his makeshift bed and go through his memorabilia. Several items lay strung in front of him as well. The thing in his claws was the most valuable to him though, it was a present from Galad. When it became apparent he was going to die, Galad made this for him. It was a stone, but it was special. Emblazoned on the side was a note that would be in Lewis's heart forever,
“I will always be there.” He read his heart shattering as it always did. Lewis then moved on to the next object of interest, a sword. A very special sword to him, it was old, very old. It belo
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