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Ryders Prt4Izzie walked into the large circular room that served as the Academy's auditorium. It was a room she knew very well, and even before she got into it, she knew exactly what she would be seeing.
Students from the ages fourteen to nineteen filled the room, all in groups. The younger students stuck by their parents, while the older ones talking with their friends. Most of the adults stayed with their own circles: the dragons with the other dragons, the hippogriffs with the hippogriffs, and the rocs with the rocs.
Each family had its own look, whether it was the tattoos they had on their skin, or the clothes that they wore, each had its own traditional appearance that had been passed down from generation to generation. This was not only with the otherkin, either. Many of the humans came from honorable lineages, and wore the garb and symbols from their ancestors. For instance, some men cut their beards a certain way, or the woman wore their hair in a very memorable fashion.
At the front of t
Ryders Prt3Contrary to popular belief, dragons are not hatched from eggs. They are born in the same way that humans are, and for reasons unknown to humans and dragonkind, look indistinguishable from human babies. This goes the same for all otherkin. Sometimes it may be the custom for a certain clan of otherkin to mark the child with tribal tattoos, or piercings, or something to single them out as a non-human. But upon arriving from the womb, all babies, human or otherwise, look the same.
In fact, until they hit puberty, there is absolutely no difference between humans and otherkin. Once in adolescence, humans begin developing: girls become women, and boys become men. Otherkin go through a similar process, but with an added phase: they begin to look more like their parents.
Dragons may grow scales, whereas griffins may grow feathers, and unicorns fur and manes. No two otherkin develop at the same rate, or develop the same features in the same order. One dragon may start growing his wings as young
Ryders Prt1The day that Isotta went to school was one of those regrettably rainy days, which only had a negative effect on the already foul mood that was festering in the car.
It was the morning of the first day of the new school year, and Isotta, who more commonly went by the nickname Izzie, was entering into her squire year of the local military training school, which just so happened to be the closest to her house, and also several miles away from any sort of civilization.
The school, Percival Academy, was named after said hero of legend. Students entered into it the same time as other students entered into high school. However, when high school lasted four years, Percival Academy lasted six. These six years were divided in half, where the first three years went pretty much the same way as high school. The classes took place in the right part of the building, were pretty much the same as classes that they would take in high school, only more challenging, and the years had the same names: fresh
Nievan languageNievan Language
Part 2-(verbs/ past and ongoing/ placement)
to confuse---------- Bermic (ber-mick)
-confused----------- Bermic'ir (ber-mi-kir)
-confusing---------- Bermic'ov (ber-mi-cov)
to behold----------- Lacrin--(la-krin)
-beheld------------- Lacrin'ir (la-cry-nir)
-beholding---------- Lacrin'ov (la-cry-nov)
to imagine---------- Calren--(call-rin)
--imagined---------- Calren'ir (call-re-nir)
--imagining--------- Calren'ov (call-re-nov)
to wait------------- dai (die)
-waited------------- dai'nir (die-nir)
-waiting------------ dai'nov (die-nov)
to gather----------- spinatol (spin-ah-tohl)
-gathered----------- spinatol'ir (spin-ah-toh-lir)
-gathering---------- spinatol'ov (spin-ah-toh-lov)
to breath----------- cral (crahl)
-breathed----------- cral'ir (crah-lir)
-breathing---------- cral'ov (crah-lov)
to tell------------- laga (la-gah)
-told--------------- laga'nir (la-gah-nir)
-telling------------ laga'nov (la-gah-nov)
to need------------- sanger (sahn-
Experiments - Chapter 19Something happened. Something bad.
There was a misunderstanding and the “camp” that Kylie was supposed to attend was cancelled. Paula Rivvers told Kylie that Gavin had to go somewhere else for a special experiment, but he would be back by next spring.
It was as though someone had driven a knife through Kylie’s heart.
The rainy weather that drowned each day seemed far rainier than any rain anyone knew before.
With senior year on the rise, and the acceptance to a highly acclaimed college for the next fall, and Gavin’s date of arrival back to the home facility pushed back, everything that had happened that one chilly fall became a foggy memory.
. . .
“Kylie Peterson?” There was a voice on the other line that sounded all too familiar, but Kylie couldn’t place it. She had just finished her sixth semester at college, and she was sticking her car keys in her ignition to make the drive back to Martha’s house.
“This is she,” <i>
Experiments - Chapter 20“I’m sorry…” Gavin mumbled for the umpteenth time.
“For the last time,” Kylie blushed, voice quiet. “It’s…okay…” Her face was still tingling from the soft impact of the kiss. “I…I kinda…”
“Kinda what?” Gavin inquired anxiously, certain that she could feel the rampant pulse running through his veins.
“Well…” Kylie chewed on her lower lip, her own heart beating in rhythm with the giant’s – a surprisingly similar rhythm. “Some nights, I would just lie there…in bed, imaging… what would it be like if you kissed me…?”
Gavin exhaled shortly. “Really?” That received a brief nod. “I… I did too… I wondered what it would be like to kiss something so tiny…well, you…”
Kylie had never experienced such a giddy, awkward conversation. She actually liked it – it was much more innocent and lo
Salamence's Kitty Feast (Vore)Salamence’s Kitty Feast (Vore)
NOTES: Originally called "Snorlax's Kitty Feast" but I had mixed feelings that it wouldn't work for the little kittens. Anyways, this is the long-edited story that I keep changing over and over again. For those who stumbled across here, this contains vore, negative comments will be sho--- *clears throat* blocked by me without warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
The family of four kitty-dragons decide to head for a stroll through the forest. Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry and Mint are exploring the area and the weather conditions are bright and sunny. Not a single cloud in the sky as it is clear as blue. We follow the kitty’s in third-person angles as they follow the narrow pathway. The four kittens are chatting with each other with pleasant conservations.
While walking further and further down the road, they hear *distant snoring* and it’s quite loud. The four has encountered a sleeping giant monster. It is a draconic Pokémon w
Back in the Race, Part 7
As John was leaving the hospital, he phone rang. Checking the number, he answers.
"Angie, give me some good news."
"Absolutely," replied Angie Stewart, AFPD's most decorated Detective. "It turns out that, after a search of the warehouse across the street, forensics was able to find the discharged cartridge. It's from a .338 Lapua Magnum, a sniper rifle used in the most recent wars in Iraq and Afghanistan."
"So, we're looking at ex-military?"
"Most likely. Not too many civilians would have the need for it, unless they were long-range shooting enthusiasts or game hunters.
"I'll check out a couple dealers in the area to see if that rifle had been sold in the past few weeks."
"Also, the reason for Mindy's sudden depowering and that man's pacemaker issue looks to be due to an EMP mine that was remotely detonated from the warehouse as well."
"EMP mine, how would someone get their hands on that?"
"Not sure, the technology isn't out there for mass production yet.
Hetalia x Pregnant! Reader - Germany Part Three(Two years later)
“Say mutti.” You told Heidi, your now one year old daughter. She had soft, light blue eyes and wavy hair that was the same color as yours was. She looked at you confused. You tried for the longest time to get Heidi to say mutti, the word you wanted her first word to be.
“Say mu-tti” you said slowly. The only reply you got was another look from her.
You sighed. You didn’t know if she was ever going to say anything. It’s been a whole year and she hasn’t said one word. This worried both you and Ludwig. You looked back and remembered that Ben had always been spot on when he was growing up. He said his first word, started walking, and did many other things right when he was supposed to. So far Heidi has been a little slower. She still crawled and hasn’t started to talk.
You looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost time for Ludwig to be back from picking up Ben from school. You were so glad that he liked the
Magical RemoteIt was last weekend when I found it, probably the coolest and most interesting thing in the world. I found it in my attic. While rummaging through old stuff trying to find something valuable, I stumbled across a remote control. It was coated in dust, I couldn't read what any of the buttons said. So I finished my rummaging and decided that that remote was the valuable thing I had been looking for.
I went to the bathroom and blew most of the dust off into the sink. I then took a washcloth, wetted it, and cleaned it off. It was rectangular and featured two large buttons at the top with ten buttons on each side going down below each of the two large buttons.
I read the buttons. They were labelled as follows:
L Wrist L Wrist
R Wrist R Wrist
L Arm L Arm
R Arm R Arm
L Leg L Leg
Summer NightsSummer Nights
Setting: The Backstage Lounge on the Music Cruise
Date: July 25th, 2014
Time: 6:21 PM PST
(Point of View: Franky)
“Hey, Franky,” Cadence called from across the room.
I jumped and put down my cell phone, which I had been scrolling through pictures on while sitting on a bright-blue couch. “Yeah?”
“Could you c’mere?” she asked. She was sitting at a makeup table or whatever those things are called on the other side of the room, getting ready for our next show, which was at 6:45. She and I were the only ones in the backstage lounge. I was trying desperately to get “Best Day Ever”, our song for the Music Jam, out of my head for a little while. It wasn’t working. At all.
“Sure.” I pocketed my phone in my jeans and waddled over to her. “Sorry I was ignoring you, I just… I’m bored.”
Shaking her head, she said, “It’s okay, I was being kinda antisocial.” Sh
Escape Ch:19 Dying Heartbeats
“Blaire.” Waylon glared at his ex-boss. He shifted his body, preparing it to run back down the hall behind him. Blaire saw the slight movement and to show his displeasure for it, he shot Waylon in the shoulder.
“ FUCKING GOD!!” Waylon cursed in pain. He fell against the wall, gripping his bleeding left shoulder. He breathed quickly through tightly gritted teeth, suffering through the pain. He put his left arm on the wall, slowly getting back to his feet.
“ come on Park. You knew that was a stupid move.” Blaire mocked, moving a few steps closer.
“i have to run. I hesitated after shifting, I should have ran.” Waylon thought. As if Blaire could read his mind, he reminded Waylon of the situation he was in.
“i suggest against another attempt to run, because next time ill shoot you in the face.” Blaire grinned, still holding his gun at Waylon. Waylon glared at him, thinking of anyway to escape.
“ you know Mr. Park, iam a
Ryders Prt2Percival Academy was located several miles from the closest town, called Walla Walla, in the state of Washington. Technically, it was also part of Walla Walla, but most people who lived there didn't even know that the school existed.
It had been formed somewhere around the time the state of Washington was founded, only about a hundred years prior. The building itself definitely looked a hundred years old, and it had been built in the old European style of baroque. Ivy vines grew over its walls, and it was hard to tell where the building became the trees that grew against its walls. In fact, it was a hard building, even when looking directly at it, to spot.
The Academy didn't look exactly like a military fort, nor did it look exactly like a castle, but something in between. It was very large, and divided into two buildings, the right wing and the left wing. The two wings were connected by a large circular section, which looked like a cathedral on the outside, but worked like an auditori
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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