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Retirement Plans
It was a dark and rainy day. Just about anywhere else the sun would be high in the sky without a cloud in it. Not on Tol Barad, though. On Tol Barad, it was always dark. But it wasn’t just the rain that made it so; the island itself gave off an air of unpleasantness. From the ruined fortress on the main island to the spider infested forest on the peninsula, Tol Barad had one of the most unfriendly atmospheres on all of Azeroth. From the moment you set foot through the portal in either Stormwind, main capital of the Alliance, or Orgrimmar, main capital of the Horde, it was impossible to mistake the dark aura that permeated from the island.
Maximbor, a dwarf shaman, stooped by an oversized spider in the forest on the peninsula. He’d been at it all day, killing spiders and collecting their silk sacks, or whatever they used to create their webs. The dwarf didn’t understand why he couldn’t just collect the webs directly; there were certainly enough webs in the forest
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Literature
Awakened Dreamers: Conflicting Emotions
"I'd like to thank you all for coming here tonight." A vulpine dreamkeeper said, loud enough for everyone to hear. They'd rented an old theatre that few people still used for their yearly meeting. All twenty-three members of A.D. were in attendance. Though, Kazsh noticed, there was an extra chair at his table. No doubt for the former twenty-fourth member, the one who was now all over the news as "Zapbird."
For the hundred-seventeenth time (he actually kept track), Kazsh sighed with regret. He put his head on the table. It was uncomfortable in his suit, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything. He blamed himself for what happened, and nothing could change that.
"It wasn't your fault." Kazsh turned his head looked up at the bat dreamkeeper sitting next to him with a doubtful look. "I mean it," he continued in a low voice so as not to interrupt the speaker, "none of us would have suspected Kri of capable of such carnage, even if you had warned us."
"That doesn't change the fact t
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Literature
MLP FiM, Corruption Prolouge: The End
"All things must come to an end. Even we Spirits are not forever. Although I will one day leave this world, I can still pass on what I am to the next generation of Spirits."
The rains raged and the winds howled. Lightning tore the sky asunder even as thunder screeched in its wake. Such was the force of the storm that the even mighty oak tree swayed and groaned in protest. The storm seemed annoyed by the lowly tree's objections. A bolt of lighting struck a large fir tree, felling it before the oak. The message in the strike was clear; the storm would not be deterred from its path. Until its fury was fully sated, nothing was safe-
-A fact that completely flew over the head of the young filly taking shelter in a small pocket among the roots of the oak. Any other pony would be afraid for her life, but not this young pegasus. She watched in fascination as the storm's anger destroyed a tree nearly the same size as the one she was under.
"This is awesome! I knew running away in
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A dark blue flower in icy white hair
"Hey, do you remember the day we met?" Vyndil asked. He'd stopped drinking for the moment. He figured when you began thinking how best to roast a gnome was a sign you'd had a enough, especially when it turns out the gnome was actually a tauren. "It's hard for a death knight to forget the day he was defeated by a lone fire mage. I still don't know how you beat. If you were a frost mage, that would be one thing, they're well equipped for battlegrounds, but a fire mage is another story." Necro sighed at the memory and looked down into his flagon of mead. It still bothered him slightly. "Of course, we both know that's a different story today. But why do you ask?" When Vyndil didn't answer he looked up. To his surprise, Vyndil was glaring at something past him. Necro turned around to see what had captured his friend's attention in the middle of their conversation. Following Vyndil's line of sight, his eyes rested on a pair of paladins, one a blood elf and the other a tauren. Vyndil stood up
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And he still isn't drunk...
"What a long, strange trip it's been." Vyndil, a blood elf mage, said over a jug of bourbon. He was sitting in the middle of Dalaran sharing a drink with Necro, a human death knight. On any other occasion this would be a strange sight, but not on this week. This week was a city wide party to celebrate the Feast of Winter Veil. Unfortunately, due to the internal dispute among the hosts of the party, the Blazemoon family, the actual feasting won't be until the second half of the party. The issue was the same as every year. Originally, only denizens of Dalaran had been allowed to join in the festivities, but over the years word of the party began to spread. At the time, only high elves and mages were allowed to attend. Then along came human paladins and priests. Varli Blazemoon, the head of the family and Vyndil's father, welcomed them. There was no issue until the dwarves requested admittance. Varli was skeptical as he believed dwarves didn't know how to attend a party without getting dr
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Awakened Dreamers: Zapbird
Kazsh was in a serious rut with his life. Everyday was the same. He woke up, got dressed, went to work at the 24 hour bar/diner as the night barkeep, served normal customers and members of A.D. alike, passed messages to other members, leave work at dawn, take the long way home, go to bed and lie awake thinking when the next A.D. was exposed until his morbid thoughts lulled him to sleep. The reptilian dreamkeeper sighed heavily and leaned against the counter.
"I see that chronic depression of yours is kicking in again," an avian dreamkeeper commented over his fermentae. He was the newest member of the little organization he'd joined a few years back, the Awakened Dreamers. Of course, just because he was the newest didn't mean he hadn't been around for a while. Late June and still no new members this year. It was a good thing, though. Every member agreed, when their group ended, either they were all dead or dreamkeepers with powers didn't need to hide any longer.
Kazsh didn't answer the
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Namah's Nightmare Pt2 :iconkanteviler:KanteViler 0 11
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Literature
Chocolate Eggs and Horde Raids
It was a nice day in spring. Children in the city were playing with the Nobelgarden Rabbits, chasing them and looking for the eggs they hid. Heroes were also enjoying the days of relaxation, searching for larger versions of the eggs the children searched for. It was all a big game, where collecting enough shells from the eggs rewarded sweets from the patrons who oversaw the World Event. The small town of Goldshire was particularly crowded with heroes of all races of the Alliance. However, as with all celebrations, there was always one who just didn't have the spirit. In this case it was the worgen warrior who sat in the inn. Axe resting against the wall, armor unequipped and stored in his netherweave bag and a serving of roasted quail half eaten on the table beside him, the worgen was doing his best to relax. There was an explosion as a mage's Living Bomb went off in a death knight. It was too noise to relax properly. The meat helped, though. He stared out the window at two night elf p
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Literature
Un-Named Sword Prologue
"BOOM!! Fire everywhere, as far as the eye can see! The trees were falling by the dozens. The screams of the inhabitants of the rain forest were like a hundred nails scratching the same piece of glass! And all throughout, the men kept fighting. They ignored the pleas of Earth and destroyed what was once the Amazon Rain Forest. A moment of silence, if you will, for the lives lost that dark day." The class bowed their heads and thought about the nature of the planet that had once been called Earth.
The year is 1082 of the Age of Power. The place is Foxleaf Forest Academy, on the planet of Agrindol. Nearly eleven centuries have passed since the Apocalypse War, the war that destroyed the world. When the first bomb fell from the sky, sinking Jamaica, the world knew that it would change. Half of the world got involved at first while the rest secluded itself from the fighting countries. During the time that only half the world was involved, there was a point to the fighting. Now, there are on
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Literature
Kay's Tears in the Rain
There was no funeral. When Koren died his body went with him, but his twin sister, who he did not know existed until the day of his death, insisted on creating a tombstone for him anyway. She had it placed next to the graves of her parents. She felt a pang of sorrow as she realized just how much Koren missed that she experienced. She vaguely had memories of their funeral. She had been little more than an infant and the memories were blurred, but they were there. She stood in the rain in front of the three tombstones, unsure of how she felt about the entire situation. In the corner of her eye Kay saw her boyfriend approaching, but he seemed to think better of it and veered away. She read the engraving on the tombstone one last time before she turned away and left the cemetery with Ken. Despite the raindrops rolling down her face, it was obvious she was crying.
"Here we place this stone
To remember a brave fox
Who saved the world from
A threat we never knew of
Rest in peace
Koren Sorilet
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Pride of the lion
In the savannahs of southern Africa, a pair of lion brothers lay dozing in the shade of a tangle of bushes. Despite their empty bellies, the two young lions were enjoying themselves. The younger of the two yawned loudly as he looked up at the evening sky. He was lost in thought of his birth pride and his sister. Unlike most adolescent male lions, the three brothers had left voluntarily. They had been sorry to leave their sister behind. The oldest of the three had offered her to join them, but their father wouldn't allow it. "Your place is here, in this pride," he had told her when she asked if she could also go, "but theirs isn't. They have to find their own place in the plains." Although he had been angry with him at the time, the younger lion could see why she wasn't allowed to come. The three of them could hardly feed themselves; add a fourth and they would all starve. Hunting on the plains wasn't easy, after all. Lions hunted together like a well built machine, able to take down pr
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Inferno
Loss of Innocence
The only thing I've ever known in life has been war. Ever since I could walk I've been trained in weaponry. I knew how to gut a person before I learned to read or write. When I showed promise in martial arts and sword fighting, I was taken under the wing of Maxwell, one of the greatest melee fighters in the kingdom. He told me I was destined for great things. I didn't realize it back then, but I began to think of him as my father. My real father had been killed in a battle with a rival kingdom. My mother survived the battle, but it had been her first real battle. The sight of death was too much for her and drove her insane. Maxwell had known her well and was only two happy to take care of me and my sister, Ann. She's not my real sister, though. She had been born on the battlefield. Her mother had hidden her pregnancy and continued to fight in the war. I never learned what happened to her father, I suspect he's MIA, but her mother died giving birth. Maxwell adopted her
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Regret pt2
The man had heard stories of ghosts who haunted those who disturbed them until they find someone new to haunt. His initial reaction was fear that he had disturbed a powerful being that would haunt his ass for eternity. Then logic kicked him in the shin and he took a closer look at the green-clad ghost. There were no threatening gestures and the air was filled with sorrowful emotions, but not hateful. He was relieved, but still cautious as he approached the ghost.
It didn't look up as it asked, "What do you want in this dead kingdom? There is no power here. Not anymore. The riches have already been taken over the years. Aside from this empty sword, there are no more useable weapons. They broke under the weight of the snow or rusted to immensely fragile states. The Ocarina of Time has lost its power and can no longer produce even a note. The Mirror Shield's shine has dulled. That which has not been wrapped in snow and ice lost its power the very instant she died. The instant I let her do
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Merry Christmas, everybody!

That said, I've had a revelation about Christmas literally a moment ago. I honestly don't care about receiving gifts anymore. I have money now, if I want something I'll just buy it for myself. Christmas is now more about getting gifts for others. The reason for this isn't the act of giving, though. I just want to see people's reactions to what I got them, whether it's the Magic: The Gathering cards for my dad or the veggie chips I bought for my brother (his entire list was, and I quote, "vegan treats") I just want to see how the react to what I got them.


I just know my sister is going to completely use up her $25 Chipoltle gift card before the day's over...
  • Listening to: Gorillaz
  • Reading: Double-U Tea F
  • Watching: Rurouni Kenshin
  • Playing: Windwaker
  • Eating: Cookie Pizza
  • Drinking: 100% All Natural Root Beer

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KanteViler Featured By Owner 4 days ago
I don't see anything special about your gallery. Now if you excuse me, I need to block you and report you for this spam.
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KanteViler Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2017
Fuck you, torturing animals is not funny. Why are you posting this on my profile? Go find someone who hates cats and post this on their's instead.
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UniversalLunatic Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the watch <3 very much appreciated :D
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Richimii Featured By Owner May 5, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Heya! Thanks so much for adding me to your deviant watch! frisk + asriel hugging pagedoll :happybounce: 
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Thanks for the favourite I appreciate it :)
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Thankies for the FAV!!! ñ.ñ
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