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To Turkey"Denmark?" Asked Jaspert, "Why Denmark?!"
"Frederick is expecting me there." Sophie gulped. "And likely for the reason you think."
Speechless, Jaspert looked towards two of their companions - both the Slovene and the Turk - and received only a shrug from Kunsel. Sarae, on the other hand, had other things to worry about.
While Jaspert continued to argue with Sophie, prompting Argyle and Kaiser to flee, Evike anxiously awaits her parents' arrival. Her hands twitching every now and then behind her, short of breath, and she can almost feel her heart trying to burst out of its rib-cage. At one point Sophie noticed the anxious twitching as they saw bruins heading their way. Sophie turned back to her brother, "I'll tell you more later, Jaspert. Right now we have a duke to greet." She says, to which Jaspert sighed as he too began to anxiously wait.
They were close too; three armoured bears traversing the path of pebbles and gravel. One bear carried the czar, who greeted the Hungarians personal
SOME COLD, HARD, RUSSIAN popsiclesAdela ran through the halls of the ship in search of Sophie upon request of some unknown Dane. Edvin, she recalled the man's name as she continued her search for the princess. Shortly after, she found her hand turning the knob to the rookery, and sure enough he finds the Russian prince mounted on by a dozen strafing hawks, Sophie laughed nearby. Dmitri's uniform hangs on a hook, safe from the clart and dirt of the inner rookery, leaving him with a loose shirt and his trousers.
"Ma'am." Adela called in an exhausted huff.
Sophie turned to meet Adela, "Aye? What is it?"
"Someone's here for you. Asked if he could talk regarding some sort of proposal."
Curious as to who it may be, Sophie exchanged looks with Dmitri. Neither one of them had a clue on who it might be and what sort of business they intend to settle with the princess. "Did they tell you who they are?"
"Edvin of Denmark, ma'am. Didn't look like a prince though. Perhaps a representative? or Adviser?"
"Edvin?" repeated both
Let's face it, Ivan."Felicia, you can't possibly be serious!" Cried the duke.
"I am serious!" She answers back, her voice as demanding and fierce as the duke's. "And there's nothing you can say that will convince me otherwise."
Ivan leaned back in disbelief, doubtful of his wife's sanity. "But to live in Russia? For an entire year?!" But he can still consider that, perhaps, her maternal instincts are kicking in again.
"The closest I can be to my only daughter, Ivan."
"Szelerem, she's 17 years old..." Ivan reasoned. "She's no longer a toddler that you have to spoon feed every few hours!"
Felicia groaned, placing her forehead on her hand as she leaned forward on the table separating them. "I just.." She sighed, "It just feels like something dreadful is going to happen to her, Ivan." Said a voice holding back tears. Ivan couldn't see her expression, but he knows exactly what she may be feeling at that exact moment. "Something probably already happened." Added a voice strewn with dread. She sprung up a
Oh Ivan."I swear to God, Ivan, it almost seems like you don't love our daughter at all." Said Felicia as she kept her attention on the passing landscape, riding a train from Budapest to Moscow.
Ivan scoffed a long pause before he answered, "Discipline is necessary."
"But abuse isn't!" Argued the duchess. Ivan peered up to her, glaring, but she glared back in disgust over the thought of his past actions.
"She'll be fine."
"Dear." He cut her off in a surprisingly calm voice. "At the age of 5, I introduced her to her first dagger, same as me when I was her age. She stabbed her first hare on our first hunting trip with her. Then at the age of 8, her first stag. At the age of 10, we introduced her to archery. It took her no less than a year to master the basics and immediately moved on to advanced archery. Finally, at the age of 12, her trainers began to teach her hand-to-hand combat. Now she's able to make any man eat dirt. She'll. Be. Fine." Stressing the last few words, he
meep“What was that about?” Asked Sarae just as he closed the door while 2 guards began to escort them out the palace.
“He just returned something of mine.” He says nervously. “Something very valuable.”
“Well your gunblade’s with you all this time. I wonder what it could be.” She asks herself. Implying as if she plans on interrogating the answer out of him. He got the idea quickly and loosened his collar.
Just then, the door to the front of the palace opens and lets in a travel-worn man clothed in almost the same frill as Dmitri’s tutor. His accent, as he was escorted – heavily – by several guards, sounded northern, clearly of Nordic origin. The sound of the commotion prompted Nicholas to investigate, marching into the hall in annoyance, his brows furrowing.
“Who had the authority to let this man into the palace grounds without my consent?!” He growls at the guards while gesturing at the man they’re ke
quickieImbre looks down at his watched and grunted, grabbing a small vial from one of the shelves in the infirmary and began to use a syringe to extract the liquid within. Nearby, Nora checked the clock hanging on the wall and wondered if she guessed it right, “it’s that time?”
“Yes.” He says dryly. “Where is Lady Antal?”
“Frankly, I’m not sure.” Shrugged the boffin. “perhaps you should check on the prince?”
“What concerns do I have with h-“ He stops mid-sentence as soon as he sees her raise a brow to imply that he was missing the point. The thought struck him hard and he lets out a disgruntled scoff. Keeping the syringe in his coat pocket with great caution, he heads out the room and began his search for the prince. He stops at one corner when he sees Deryn walk into the room where he suspected Evike to be. With an that complicated of an obstacle, he leans his head on the wall impatiently. But after a while,
Ides of March - Chapter 30
Something tickled at his nose and Dib startled awake, blinking up into the dusky autumn sky with confusion. He couldn't remember falling asleep, but judging by the falling darkness around them, he must have been napping for at least an hour.
Strangely enough, he still felt the lithe weight of his alien companion next to him, right where he had been before he, apparently, had nodded off. Turning his head, Dib did a kind of double-take at the sight that greeted him.
Zim was lying next to him, his head resting heavily on his shoulder and large eyes closed.
Zim was slee- no. No. Irkens didn't sleep, Dib knew. But he was resting. The human barely dared to breathe, not wanting to disturb this rare moment of peace and trust.
Because it was.
It was a blatant display of how much the alien could relax in his presence. Even out in the open, even without his disguise on... Zim felt safe enough to let down his guard and take a nap with him.
Dib smiled, holding perfectly still to not rouse him
An Original Transformation TG - Part 3An Original Transformation - Part 3
Talking with Fleur highlighted the difference in our voices, despite how feminine they both sounded to me. While Fleur’s voice had that original squeak in the background, only striking when her emotions spiked, mine sounded more mature. Fleur didn’t mind. As a tease, she played up a child-like parody of her voice which I couldn’t copy.
Threading the puff-ball trees which surrounded the wrought-iron outdoor benches, we made it to one of the last arcades left in the entire county. All that kept it going seemed to be the quirky transformation games in their lineup. At the front, Fleur pointed out the dancing game marked as partially-transformative. It was easily the best bang for our buck as two dollars would change my height for the rest of the evening until I fell asleep and it would also adjust my clothes.
I stood on the dance pad with my first genuine butterflies since the salon. I shifted my weight as Fleur pu
The Change of Sides - Ch. 3 - Meet the Cast “You don’t have to go.”
“I’m not wanted here. There’s no reason for me to stay.”
“He’s right Ty, let him go.”
“But it’s getting dark out. Seto, wait till morning!”
“I don’t care anymore.”
The man sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. He groaned and placed a hand on his chest as a pain shot through it. How’d he gotten it again? Of right, he’d been shot…
As the man remembered the previous night, he sat sidew
SKY ARMY CHRONICLES - Episode Four - Chapter Two “Well, the games start tomorrow.” Jason said. The American team had met up in Jason’s hotel room the night of the Opening Olympics. The first competition would begin the next day – figure skating.
Ty nodded nervously. “We should do okay, I mean… We practice a lot.”
“We’ll be fine.” Marissa replied.
“I know, Mars, I’m just nervous.” Ty said.
“Clearly.” Adam smirked.
Jerome shifted in his chair uncomfortably. Ryan, another Hockey player on his team, raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?” He asked.
LoE-The Blackest Night-Ill Tidings
Canterlot Castle, The Private Apartments of the Lunar Court, 8:30 A.M. the day after the reading of the Book of Oa and the appearance of the Blue Ring.
[=Nightmare Moon of Equestria, RISE=]
“No! Be gone! I am no longer Nightmare Moon!”
[=Nightmare Moon of Equestria, RISE=]
A black ring then flew at Luna attempting to place itself on her horn, which now glowed. The Night princess reared up as a wall of magical force appeared. The black ring pushed through the spell barrier and landed itself on her horn. Tendrils of unlight appeared from the ring and drove themselves into Luna’s skull.
[=Nightmare Moon of Equestria, RISE=]
As blackness more empty than anything else she had known overwhelmed her. She could feel all the thoughts and feelings that she was melt away, the darkness consuming her very soul.
[=Nightmare Moon of Equestria, RISE=]
Her last thought was to scream.
Luna’s eyes snapped open as she looked up from a large cherry wood desk a
Sky Army Returns - Book Two - Chapter Ten Husky stared up at the ship in front of him for a moment. Then he smiled and looked back at Jordan and Tyler. “Thanks for bringing me here. I mean, I know you were heading here anyway… but thanks.”
Tyler smiled back at him. “It’s no problem, mudkip.” He said. “But Quentin… Are you really sure you wanna do this? I mean… once that boat leaves dock, there’s no coming back.”
Husky nodded. “I have to do this. It’s really for the best. Trust me.” Maybe it was Husky’s tone, maybe the look in his eyes. However way he could tell, Jordan just knew that the water type had something up his sleeve. He smiled. “I’ll see you soon.” Husky winked, then turned on his heel and headed up the walk into the ship. Tyler sighed and turned around, then started through the town. Jordan ran after him to keep up.
They often get confused with their Draco cousins because they both look similiar and breath fire, the only differance that Draco Wyverns have two legs while Dracos have four legs.
The largest species of Wyverns, they are rarely seen but they usually are around thunderstorms.
The largest species of Tarrasques, their habitat is usually around mountains and volcanos, Behemoths size is around 100 to 200 feet tall, that they were even mistaken as mountains.
Legless Serpents that are truly snake-like, very few species are venomous
Winged Serpents that spend their lives in the clouds.
The most unusual species of Serpents, they have two legs but don't really slither they walk, which means their the ancestor of all Serpents.
The smallest species of Serpents, having only two front legs and a cat-like face, it was sighted attacking livestock that includes pigs and cows.
-- FFVII - Training Sephiroth - Target AcquiredFFVII – Training Sephiroth – (Chapter Three: Target Acquired)
Warnings: Devious Zack + Clueless Seph = interesting coffee break
Word Count: 4926
Disclaimer: All Final Fantasy characters, places and situations are the property of Square Soft/Square Enix and are used without permission and without intent of plagiarism or profit.
Author's notes: This is completely AU (alternate universe). The idea is original, the characters don't belong to me (I'm just borrowing them). This is for my fellow FFVII friends/fans. I hope you enjoy.
Summary: Zack takes Sephiroth out for coffee – and a distraction.
The day was colder than usual, the winter in full swing yet the two SOLDIERs moved along the street at a steady pace, nearly oblivious to everyone and everything in their path. They were headed for the coffee shop which Zack insisted h
The Dragon We Are: Chapter 5: Internal EndeavoursNine jumped into the water, which made me smile and cheered me up. I watched him swim around and catch a couple fish without much difficulty when I heard something.
I looked around for where it was and saw a black spot coming in fast down the river. I couldn't make out what it was before it zoomed into the water right in front of me and came back out at blinding speed.
Then something strange started happening to me. I was starting to feel like I was being squeezed... but nothing was touching me. I then noticed Nine was gone from the water, nowhere to be found.
“Nine! Where are you!” I yelled, looking at the water and starting to get a bit scared.
Then from the back of my mind, I heard his voice. “Xavier! Help! The Nightfury got me!” He said
Without even responding, I took off in a mad sprint toward where the nightfury went with Nine. He must be holding Nine tight... I thought as I still felt the squeezing sensation, realizing that Nine was the one actually feeli
pot 4"What took you so long, Dmitri?" Nicholas asks suspiciously.
Dmitri sighed and ventured further inside the room til there was room for him to explain, "I got a little side-tracked, father. Pardon."
"'Side-tracked'?" The czar repeated. Just then, Dmitri gestured for Sophie to come in. She coughed shyly, something Jaspert wouldn't usually see his sister do, prompting the Austrian prince to grin with thoughts spinning.
"Da, side-tracked." Dmitri added as she entered, "She was snooping around at the garden."
Nicholas failed to say much else after hearing the prince's excuse and instead pardoned him, looking back to Alek who looked to be sharing the same thought as the czar,
"Shall we continue then?" Said the czar. Alek nodded to him. "Ja, let's."
later that day
"So, sis. How was your night at the palace?" Jaspert asked, biting down on the apple, emitting a loud crunching sound that prompted the nearby stallions to whine. As Sophie recalled a long conversation with the Russian prince
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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