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Kimp= fruit I made that turn the eater's hair pink!
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Like the picture. It's very macabre, and it makes me feel pretty uneasy. Idk why, I need to stop being scared of creepy pastas and stuff.
BUT Y U NO USE PROPER CAPITALIZATION??
Like the picture. It's very macabre, and it makes me feel pretty uneasy. Idk why, I need to stop being scared of creepy pastas and stuff.
BUT Y U NO USE PROPER CAPITALIZATION??
Skylark giggled and squeezed his brother in their hug. One moment they were crying, and the next, they were hugging and once again loving and happy. Or so it seemed. Skylark was a bit wary and as his brother looked him over, he realized he had been lucky enough not to be wounded. Sighing in relief, Skylark blew up his cheeks like a balloon. He giggled once more at his own foolishness.
"Okay." Skylark responded softly, with a smile. He then locked eyes with his Father. "Oh, yes!!" He exclaimed happily. But then he recalled the only thing there was to eat was that horrid thing that Father brought back that smelled awful. "But please don't make me eat that... that thingy, Father!" He begged with wide eyes. Skylark squeezed Sleipnir's hand, in hopes he would agree with him.
Meanwhile, trouble was brewing right outside their little shelter. There was a single figure lying on the ground right next to the manhole-like entrance to the facility. The shed that used to surround it was gone, ripped away. "Lalala..." He sang, pearl teeth flashing in a grin. Violet eyes flickered mischievously to the entrance, than bak up at the sky. He was making 'snow angels' in the debris, getting muck all over his silky tanned skin and ebony locks that were a bit shorter than Edge's. He styled his in a way that it covered one eye. He looked to be around fifteen, and wore a regal cloak that was only getting dirty. His woolen slacks were facing the same problem. He wore no shirt, so his torso was visible.
His nose was young and button-like, and he seemed like your average sickly-sweet handsome teenager.But he wasn't. He was Charon, a hydra and one of Edge's closest comrades. At least, he used to be. Suddenly he sat up and then stood up. The dirt and grime fell off of him as if it wasn't adhesive. He giggled insanely, a trademark of the hydra. He had waited, under Leonides' orders, to find Edge. Though he realized his whereabouts, it wasn't in his best interests to scare Edge. What kind of mate could he be if he did that?
For now, he would wait until Edge broke. Then he could swoop in and... Well, Edge would be his soon enough.
"Okay." Skylark responded softly, with a smile. He then locked eyes with his Father. "Oh, yes!!" He exclaimed happily. But then he recalled the only thing there was to eat was that horrid thing that Father brought back that smelled awful. "But please don't make me eat that... that thingy, Father!" He begged with wide eyes. Skylark squeezed Sleipnir's hand, in hopes he would agree with him.
Meanwhile, trouble was brewing right outside their little shelter. There was a single figure lying on the ground right next to the manhole-like entrance to the facility. The shed that used to surround it was gone, ripped away. "Lalala..." He sang, pearl teeth flashing in a grin. Violet eyes flickered mischievously to the entrance, than bak up at the sky. He was making 'snow angels' in the debris, getting muck all over his silky tanned skin and ebony locks that were a bit shorter than Edge's. He styled his in a way that it covered one eye. He looked to be around fifteen, and wore a regal cloak that was only getting dirty. His woolen slacks were facing the same problem. He wore no shirt, so his torso was visible.
His nose was young and button-like, and he seemed like your average sickly-sweet handsome teenager.But he wasn't. He was Charon, a hydra and one of Edge's closest comrades. At least, he used to be. Suddenly he sat up and then stood up. The dirt and grime fell off of him as if it wasn't adhesive. He giggled insanely, a trademark of the hydra. He had waited, under Leonides' orders, to find Edge. Though he realized his whereabouts, it wasn't in his best interests to scare Edge. What kind of mate could he be if he did that?
For now, he would wait until Edge broke. Then he could swoop in and... Well, Edge would be his soon enough.
How about a change of setting soon?
iTube. We totally called it. xDD
Posting soon! But I'll keep Edgey asleep for a while..
Posting soon! But I'll keep Edgey asleep for a while..
Path is a huge softie, actually. >=<
I think Edge is more evil. Cause he's like.. a devil. xD
I think Edge is more evil. Cause he's like.. a devil. xD
I think they would, actually. They'd probably call it something stupid like 'Ustube' by then.
Lol, don't worry if you have trouble with your internet! XD
I was tempted to put 'Owwwch! Chahhlie bit me!" XDD
Skylark continued his frantic head-shaking and sniffles even as Path picked him up. He was as panicked as Edge when Path locked him out. The whole time his parents had been mating, Skylark wondered what exactly it was he had done to anger everyone. It was after only realizing there was blood on his hands that Edge could have been killed, if Path wasn't around. He had licked his claws clean, trying to hide what he did.
Suddenly, he was being struck and punched and Skylark wailed and cried louder at the strange, unpleasant feeling that was physical pain. Eyes flickered to stare widely at his brother. His brother, who loved him so much and vice versa was hitting him. "I'm sorry!!" The baby dragon cried. His brother was strong, no doubt about it. And Skylark winced and dried from the pain. If he was human, it would leave several bruises.
When Path told him that Daddy wasn't dead, Skylark cried in relief and let out a deep breath. There was still so much guilt in his mind. "Will Daddy ever forgive me? He was so angry and mean about it. Oh, Father, what do I do??" This was the first time he felt so unpleasant and yucky and icky.
"I promise not to hurt Daddy, Sleipnir , or you. Ever!" He promised, wiping his tears using the back of his hand and giggled shortly as he was kissed on the head. Father's lips were soft. He then hugged his brother back tenderly.
"You love Daddy a whole lot, huh? I do, too, though." Skylark whispered. He wished Daddy would wake so they could play. "Father, do you love Daddy again?" He asked the dragon.
Suddenly, he was being struck and punched and Skylark wailed and cried louder at the strange, unpleasant feeling that was physical pain. Eyes flickered to stare widely at his brother. His brother, who loved him so much and vice versa was hitting him. "I'm sorry!!" The baby dragon cried. His brother was strong, no doubt about it. And Skylark winced and dried from the pain. If he was human, it would leave several bruises.
When Path told him that Daddy wasn't dead, Skylark cried in relief and let out a deep breath. There was still so much guilt in his mind. "Will Daddy ever forgive me? He was so angry and mean about it. Oh, Father, what do I do??" This was the first time he felt so unpleasant and yucky and icky.
"I promise not to hurt Daddy, Sleipnir , or you. Ever!" He promised, wiping his tears using the back of his hand and giggled shortly as he was kissed on the head. Father's lips were soft. He then hugged his brother back tenderly.
"You love Daddy a whole lot, huh? I do, too, though." Skylark whispered. He wished Daddy would wake so they could play. "Father, do you love Daddy again?" He asked the dragon.
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