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WitchThe black cat purred, arching into her caress behind the ear, its little nose twitching adorably. She smiled, contentedly waving her wand and letting the dishes do themselves.
Outside her humble abode, the rain was falling, a steady pit-pat. She could hear a hum of voices.
The villagers were here to call her a monster. A witch. They spat the word as if it was dirty.
At least there wouldn't be any torches today.
"Why don't you just turn them into mice?" The cat asked, with a sly grin.
"I prefer to think I'm not as unreasonable as them."
Hedgehog and Badger -Fable- Hedgehog smiled to herself as she picked flowers from the field. She had collected a basketful of poppies and wildflowers, and she strolled back to the woodlands to deliver them to her friends. Along the way, she ran into Badger, who was lumbering out to help his friend Beaver build a dam. Hedgehog's flowers spilled out of her basket.
"Oh dear," said Hedgehog, who immediately busied herself with picking them back up again.
"Watch where you're going," Badger said gruffly. He was in a pessimistic mood.
"I'm terribly sorry," Hedgehog tried to apologize. Badger looked unconvinced, gave her a hearty glare, and made sure to trample on some o
The Story of Lily and Rowen"So, Stone, where did you say you were from?" the black wolf named Rowen asked, curious as to why Stone and Whisper had been sent to assist them.
"We're part of the Amaru Mainland pack, Rowen. We were sent here to help your pack out a bit. Your Alpha sent word to us that you all were having some trouble over here. We're here to help you through."
"Oh, is that it?" Rowen asked. "I wasn't aware we needed help..." he trailed off. "Much less, help from the Mainland Pack."
Stone chuckled. "Hey, c'mon. We're not all that bad over there!"
"Well I have heard some stories..." Rowen said. "Particularly, how the Mainland Pack bosses around the s
Attending the Crow King part 1The blizzard has ebbed from a scream to the gentle whisper of a flurries. The snow alights upon the roof of an old inn where two crows have taken shelter, huddling together near a shaft of warm air wafting up from the fireplace.
The younger of the pair glances upward at the change in weather and gives himself a well needed stretching. "Look, there. The wind is dying down. Where shall we dine, Karasu? I'm getting hungry."
Karasu does not answer right away. His head twists to the side as he hops with his twisted old leg down and along the signpost of the inn. He stares off towards the West Winds for what must be the twelfth time since sunris
DevotionOn the fifth of November I heard a loud shriek
T'was a cry of despair, a baby mouse squeak
A mountain of angels came down from above
To hear of the racket, their beloved young's love.
An answer was met by a mole in a cape,
The angels did follow by the cloth at his nape.
Blindly the mole, carved in a pace,
Quicker than lightning, by the prod of Light's gates.
All of a sudden, from all sides around
The keeper was tapping on the bridge below ground
Hoping the moat bridge would lower to see
The baby mouse rescued from misery.
Near and far all did come
The termites surrounded,
Sworn by the sun;
A path they did trod,
From North to
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More