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Indeed, this omniscient being and myself have struck a deal - an answer to a most pressing question, in return for Favouriting a deviation of mine.
Go have a look - second waterpipe to the left, can't miss it.
|'Blood of Asterion', a heroic tale set in the distant past of the Forgotten Realms, has kicked off and is waiting to be read in its own subgallery: battlefairies.deviantart.com/g…. |
Live the tale of duty, of love and loss, through the eyes of an exceptional heroine with an unusual mission that takes her to the mountainous northern reaches of Faerûn during the golden age of ancient Netheril.
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(Mature content - violence and sexual themes)
PoltercatI always considered myself a person of reason, and of course, at the time I had reasoned that the boxed cat on the passenger's seat of my automobile couldn't possibly be the one I had run over.Poltercat by BATTLEFAIRIES
It was a common breed, with a common coat. Statistically speaking, the identical hanger on the identical collar could have been a freak occurrence, though wholly explainable by chance, given enough cats with non-matching accessories being run over on a global scale on a daily basis.
Coming home, I had just enough time to unbox the animal and reach for the telephone, before I learned that my great-aunt had died in hospital, and I realised that my 'guest' was now promoted to heirloom and my official property.
-”Auntie's dead,” I told the scraggy thing. It blinked, once and slowly. 'I know' it seemed to imply, somehow smugly.
And that was that – for that day.
I woke up to the smell of coffee – an unfamiliar thing, given my bachelor's life. The brew sat
Beloved (Murder Microfiction )The struggle lasted... not all that long, to my tastes, but my victim would've disagreed. Once again I find myself marveling at what even a severely dissected body is still capable off, fueled by the desire to live, to escape.Beloved (Murder Microfiction ) by BATTLEFAIRIES
I clean up, and admire my handiwork some more. How weak-willed am I? Very, I conclude when I ravage the body further with my teeth, gnawing, swallowing. Even though I already ate. We all have urges, and I never denied I had my own.
I gather up what's left, go to the house of my beloved. I let myself in through the bedroom window – insect screens never stopped me before. Carefully, I arrange my present onto her side of the bed. Already I can hear her, at the bottom of the stairs. The sound of my name, spoken by her, is my personal Heaven.
-”Mittens? Is that you?”
Saying goodbye isn't easy, so please help me?(TL; DR, my dog has cancer and I am broke after my break-up and hown health problems, so I am selling some of my jewelry to afford treatments, see below for what I offer)
Taïga, my sweet, beloved pup, my lil frenchie girl has cancer.
I was there the day she was born. She was such a cute lil white and pink thing, like a soft furry slug that would squeal with joy as she played and tumbled around with her brothers and sisters.
Except for the few, very few days she was at the vet (aka, neutering) we have never been apart.
And now, my faithul companion, my so loyal friend, my beloved furbaby, is on her last time here on earth.
A growth had appeared in her mouth a couple months ago, and my first trip to the vet wasn't worrying. It isn't uncommon for dogs to have cysts and such. But as I saw the thing get bigger by the day, I ran back to the vet and she took one look and said that it had to go off, asap. Of course, surgery on a french bulldog isn't something done lightly.
It went p