Hey, here’s some art I put on my tumbler but not here. This is old art. Here’s in order, Kiriko, Mitsuki and Minami.
Chapter 4 Fuck. It was the summation of my situation. Lung whoever else he was, he wasn’t stupid at least about leading his people. But it didn’t matter because he wasn’t the one who caused this mess. It was all Bakuda, as much as Lung could turn into a monster
Chapter 3 Boredom set in as I was left alone again after Armsmaster set out. I tried calling out to Dragon again but she was either busy or ignoring me. Great. I needed more information about my situation, whatever it may be. I got the basics down, though there were
Chapter 2 The silence woke me more than anything, well more so the fact that it being so silent meant I could hear other things. The blood pounding in my ears, the sound of my shallow breathing, the rustle of the sheets. The bed was oddly cold. I grabbed for
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Chapter 1 The location was isolated as much as it could be, not that anyone would want to report what was happening anyway. There was a rule that was universal to all slums of the world, no matter what noise was made, how many screams there were or how many
Chapter 1 The corridors of the St. Anne were much more narrow than I expected on such a large ship. Which was rather comforting as I explored it’s depths. The walls were painted a nice off blue with some grey striping down the cooridor. A contrast to the more earthy
Prologue The scream that pierced the air was followed by many more. It might have been the worst of it, but it was just a preamble to chaos. The people of the island were not used to rogue pokemon. The local pokemon were either so weak that they were not
As Wendell tapped him to get up and fall into the awkward pile, Floyd didn’t immediately rise. For a time, he just stared into the darkness of the cart, alone with his thoughts and the sound of the others’ sleeping breaths. Floyd wasn’t really sure if he’d actually slept at
Amber yawned as she watched the others set up for the night. Which was a bit odd since in theory she didn’t actually need to yawn, yet she felt herself doing it all the same, mimicking the donkey lying against the inside of the carriage. The stubborn animal, along with