A Striped Tail Part 3: Feel of Warmth by TheFoxern, literature
Literature
A Striped Tail Part 3: Feel of Warmth
The first thing that he saw, was the ceiling. Or, a ceiling. Then he noticed, his head was throbbing, and his legs burned. He took in a deep breath, and then he felt the warmth, and softness. “A bad dream...” He said, closing his eyes. His hand moved up, and touched his forehead, it felt hot. “Have I been sick?” His voice was soft, and his throat hurt. Another deep breath.
Voices started to be heard at the edge of hearing. Or at least his hearing, everything sounded muffled. Words could be heard, but nothing was being understood. He opened his eyes, and then he could smell deliciousness. He tried to move, and then eve
A Striped Tail Part 1: Tick Tock by TheFoxern, literature
Literature
A Striped Tail Part 1: Tick Tock
A lot can be gathered from noises that ones hear, they tickle fancies and draw on the whiteboard of imagination. Take, for instance, the tick of a particular pocket watch, and it's owner. Tick. The sound of water a fair way down. Tick. The crunch of snow under feet. Tick. A click, and a slight whirring noise. Tick. A soft buzzing. Tick. A meaty thud. Tick. A grunt of pain. Tick. A crumbling of ground, and lost footing. Tick. The rush of air. Tick. The much louder sound of rushing water. Tick. The surface of water being broken. Tick. The muffled sound of rushing water. Tock. Thus ended the tick, as the average watch has quite a difficult time
A Striped Tail Part 2: Land of Snow by TheFoxern, literature
Literature
A Striped Tail Part 2: Land of Snow
A crossbow can be quite heavy, but the one that Jace carried seemed light. He put that up to adrenaline. It had also been easy to load. Again, adrenaline. He looked down at it, his mind wandering for a moment. Could he actually shoot someone? He heard a voice to his left, and stopped. Guess he would find out.
Jace did not understand Grusk, which was the common language in Gruska. But for the ease of story telling, it will be translated. “Longest hunt I've ever been on.” Said a tall, gray hooded figure, walking beside a second. “Fancy him surviving the river?”
The other figure, who wore an off white cloak, gave a shru
A Striped Tail Part 4: A Game by TheFoxern, literature
Literature
A Striped Tail Part 4: A Game
The broken stool was an interesting place. And when the word Interesting is used in Has-Haven, it means a place you're likely to see more blood on the floor, then beer in a glass. Or a large mug. Or the tap. Or in the whole bar. And the one five blocks away.
It's not a nice place.
No one really remembers where it really got it's name, and there's no sign to really say that that's what it's called, as most of it's patrons couldn't be bothered to read anyways. The only way one knows that it's there, is a the broken stool hanging over the door. Well, not so much hanging, as embedded into the the upper part of the door frame.
No one went into the
(THIS IS ME PRACTICING MY WRIGTING SKILLS) So here I am Hiding in a hole deep in the forest with hundreds of guards After me ... Why I'm i'm assassin not just any assassin, I have the gift of the elements so I can basically control all of the natural stuff around me cool huh? not when you get called a freak every freaking day of your life not so cool huh? well I was very poor until I started pick-pocketing, stealing from stores, and well I got offered a gob as a assassin and I took it... Wait I forgot to tell you my name.... it's Harley Foxern. There is said to be another like me whom shares the same family name