This was actually inspired by some fan-art that I can no longer find.
Points if you can guess the movie!
Kansas McKay and the Purple Revenge
Content With a Higher Ficiton Ratio
1000- Unhidden Forever
Inspired by Alean and Two Tigers by Herio13 on DeviantArt.
“Look how cute he is, all curled up like a little baby!” Prisca smiled down at the sleeping Vespian.
“I’m not sure he’s supposed to be curled up like that.” Pascal said. He narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t humans only supposed to sleep for a few hours at a time?”
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1000- Another Rainy Night
1000-Summer
Inspired by Escorting the Spirit of Summer by Brian Woodward on DeviantArt.
Death-cold water lapped at Havarthr’s thighs. It seeped through fur, leather, armor and under-armor, and clothes besides. Even through three layers of thick wool socks and boots lined with bear skin.
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1000-We
Inspired by Origami Cat by thousandleaf0001.
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1000- A Morning’s Conversation
The morning mists hadn’t cleared off yet. Amy could smelled the thick wood and coal smoke, caught in with the fog. Coupled with the chilly air, it made her feel heady. Excited, like the day might be full of magic, or adventure.
Or at least a warm cup of tea.
1000-He’s a Banker
Inspired by Addio Monti by SimonePomata.
Joel shifted, thick trousers making a scraping sound on the brocade seat, trying to get a better look at the cluster of people in the street. His long sword, pushed back up against the wall, slid and tapped the window glass. Joel resisted the temptation to reach over and push it back out of sight. No one in the gathering outside was looking at him. They wouldn’t see it. Continue reading
1000- Ferra’s Tattoo
This piece was inspired by a sketch by Flycatcher263 on Deviantart. Unfortunately, it’s not up there anymore. You guys will just have to imagine it.
“Isn’t that like a symbol for how many people you’ve killed?” Naria asked, her confidence gaining strength as she went along and Ferra didn’t like, glare or something.
Ferra looked up from the rose she was gently untangling from itself. She looked back at it. “A pink and white rose?”
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1000-First Contact
1000- Warp and Weft
The path was long disused, and it showed in the sounds of their passage: the dry crunch and soft rustling of a thick layer of leaves, the occasional soft clop of hooves on unpacked dirt. It looked it, too. Heavy leaf cover, fallen branches, thick foliage crowding in the path and over it, young shoots fighting with fallen leaves to make a life on the trial. The world was soft, quiet. Spring was around them, but here it seemed subdued. They were in a silence shaped by gentle noises. Continue reading
Dear Thief 