Cspr

((I have decided that the plane landed on the water, so anyone who could get out, got out and drifted to shore--holding onto seat cushions and stuff. And since it's ...

K.J.: I rub my hands over my closed eyes and just sigh. "I can't believe this is happening...knew I shouldn't have..." I shake my head, then look up at the ...

"Yikes." I said. He shrugged again. "It's a 'battle scar', as many say. A part of life." He replied. "What did you write your play about?" I asked him. Louis: ...

Wow. This is quite nice, very interesting and engaging. And, even if I'd like to see more of this world, I can tell it has ended--just as Crux's life did. ...

(Hello, and welcome to *coco and I's story. It's fantasy/thriller, I suppose, and sort of Young Adult. We take themes from the "Demon's Lexicon", most vampire books (minus the dreaded ...

Cspr, i love the dragon idea- details please? Uh, yeah, it'd be like they could, say, communicate mentally (humans just hear them roar and stuff). They're the Black Forest and ...

Name: Peter Lyon Age: 15 Gender: M Apperance: (Picture and Written) Peter's a tall guy, broad-shouldered and wiry. He has darker brown hair and brown eyes, with lighter colored skin. ...

Conleth: "Stupid sheep," I grumbled as I forced the thorns out of its fleece. It bleated sadly and I just glared at the bush, wishing... I shake my head briskly, ...

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Conleth: I jerked awake, panting. I glanced around in shock, only to find myself still in my dark room. I wiped sweat off my forehead and got up shakily, before ...

Louis: I watch him for a moment, quickly checking for any signs of anger, before just leaning back against the cement wall. "Of course," I say, voice pointedly flat, unemotional. ...

((Awesome.)) Louis: I growled quietly, as a guard tugged on my arm, nearly dragging me to wherever I was supposed to be. I guess the Priest dude had gotten bored. ...

Elizabet--Aphrodite: I sneak back out, from where I'd "run" to (a bush), and throw my knife. The handle hits his--Daemond's--armor, as I'd planned it, and I lunge forward, sliding between ...

Louis: I shrug. "It may be because dogs hate me. And, no, I don't know why either," I inform her, gesturing at my face, the slash that made me frowned ...

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