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You sit once more on the bank.
Wings spread out, so worn down and leathery
After all these years. They eclipse the sky and yearn,
But are merely reflected back in the water
As a miasmic aura; your black halo.
Fingers slender with youth
Clutch tufts of grass and squeeze, pull
And release and pull again. The glint of purple rises,
Purple falling in the fading light
And luster shine of coming night.
The stars are out now, and so are you.
Your body slumps, lips curl, and I hear the grating
Of misery in so many hiccups.
Your tail, once lively, now flops,
Falling and rising black,
Unable to help an ailing girl.
The night seems alive, warping around you
With its terrible claws, and
Now, as before, your eyes shut tight
To push away the empty sight.
You sit and weep, even as the stars retreat
And the moon nestles beside you.
Its light is brilliant, casting all doubts and fears
Into unknown recesses.
It wraps its arms around you,
And your wings fold, desperate for anything, everything.
I can feel the tears that streak your face
Bury into the crux of my being,
And though I can't relieve your fright
I still whisper "you'll be all right."
Wings spread out, so worn down and leathery
After all these years. They eclipse the sky and yearn,
But are merely reflected back in the water
As a miasmic aura; your black halo.
Fingers slender with youth
Clutch tufts of grass and squeeze, pull
And release and pull again. The glint of purple rises,
Purple falling in the fading light
And luster shine of coming night.
The stars are out now, and so are you.
Your body slumps, lips curl, and I hear the grating
Of misery in so many hiccups.
Your tail, once lively, now flops,
Falling and rising black,
Unable to help an ailing girl.
The night seems alive, warping around you
With its terrible claws, and
Now, as before, your eyes shut tight
To push away the empty sight.
You sit and weep, even as the stars retreat
And the moon nestles beside you.
Its light is brilliant, casting all doubts and fears
Into unknown recesses.
It wraps its arms around you,
And your wings fold, desperate for anything, everything.
I can feel the tears that streak your face
Bury into the crux of my being,
And though I can't relieve your fright
I still whisper "you'll be all right."
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Predators luck
(vore, soft vore)
This all a random story so go easy on me :)
Deep in the forest a small house laid asleep all was quiet in the home, from inside a young boy by the name of Cire wanted to leave his home. He was tired of being told what to do. Tired of being the youngest. Tired of always being treated badly. HE HAD ENOUGE! Cire had packed up all he could get in his back-pack, he grabbed his gray jacket he went to his window then unlocked it. He opened the window then climbed out, he did not stop he ran the grass beat ageinst his legs making them cold and wet. He had reached the forest, before he knew it Cire was trapped in a cage
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Dragon Vore
Dragon Vore
Raikan flew through the air above the forest. His beautiful green scales shining in the midday sun and his gigantic wingspan nearly blocking out the sun, casting a somewhat discouraging shadow on the grounded woodland creatures below.
"What a gorgeous day" he thought to himself.
Then suddenly his large gut began to rumble, a noise that drove the birds flying near him into a panic. Raikan lifted his reptilian paw to his belly.
"haha, maybe a lil breakfast is in order."
He looked down towards the dense woodland, and the lakes. Then he spied a clearing, in the middle of which was a little black sleeping dragonling. Raikan li
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Dragon Vore - Giving In
Giving in
written by Wii2PARTY
I am a knight!
A knight without a name.
Well... I have a name, but no one cares much about it! I am just a pawn, in my king's plan. I have no say in how the plans could go and no one cares about my thoughts; my only objection is to continue to follow his orders, without question. Failure to comply... would mean certain death.
I didn't like those rules, but I couldn't speak my tongue, without the chilling thought of being beheaded for speaking my mind! It is a sad life, but one that I must follow. It seems like there is no other alternatives to this continueing cycle; to fight off monsters day in and da
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Nice job on this You manage to build some very imaged verses here ^_^