Featured: 'Rest my Heart'
Dwyre's Legacy: Through Hell and Back: Chapter 2I was woken early the next day. At first I groaned, not wanting to leave the comfort of my bed or the dreams that I could be having. That was before I remembered why I was being roused so early. In that instant, I felt all of the day's energy come to me as I ripped the bed sheets off of me and planted my feet onto the ground. Grandpa was startled, to say the least at my quick awakening. He chuckled and rubbed my head when he recovered.Dwyre's Legacy: Through Hell and Back: Chapter 2 by CattickElf
"Whoa, morning, little Dwyre," he said, "We're not excited, are we?"
"Are they here yet?"
"No, we need to feed you first," Grandpa replied, picking me up and carrying me to the table.
"But I want to meet my instructor," I huffed, "I don't want to eat"
"Never thought I'd hear that," my mother laughed out as she placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of me, "Do you want peanut butter?"
"Yes please," I said, ignoring my own statement of not wanting food, rocking my feet under the table as Grandpa slapped a spoonful of peanut butter into my meal. I mixed the two
COMMISSION: Marked Target: FinaleDagestu could not stop her eyes widening in shock. She shouldn't have been surprised. True drow were cut throat, cruel, and many of them held legendary grudges and could wait centuries before having the means and know-how to strike, but Triel while hard and a no nonsense matron had always been friendly with her. She had been a guiding hand more than her mother had been. This had to be a dictation from Lolth, Dagestu had heard the whispers that the goddess had fallen silent only to return stronger than ever, but never had Dagestu dreamt that the Spider-Queen would seek her out. It shamed the priestess to know that in all her years to rebel, it only made her feel pathetic. The ingrained teaching of the Lolth priesthood burned Dagestu's insides to jelly. She really was a bad drow.COMMISSION: Marked Target: Finale by XullraeZauviir
Kill them before they kill you mentality struck her to the core. It was the first thing taught in her childhood; how true it was and one of the reasons why she turned away he
The Start of SomethingYOU MAY NOT USE ANY BIT OF ANYTHING I CREATE. The end. EnjoyThe Start of Something by HeroHorrocks
Caen sat at the tavern. None did she drink, only resting there. A meal of some roasted chicken and what could be called potatoes was plated on the table in front of her, though she only picked at it. The place seemed dark and quiet, despite the candles lit in every corner and men gambling or practicing some other excuse for yelling. It had taken poor Caen days to find a place fit for human life, but this was none close to being desirable.
Many a man would enter or leave the place, rarely leaving the door still, but one who entered seemed to shut at least a few yammering mouths. He was a lithe figure, and tall enough to look over most the heads in the tavern. Strange clothes wrapped around him in colors of brown and muted green -- the style was nothing Caen had ever seen before. Dark brown hair topped the stranger's head, combed away from his face leaving all features vis
Down the rabbit holeYOU MAY NOT STEAL, COPY, EDIT, OR USE ANY OF MY CHARACTERS, PLOTS, STORYLINES, OR SIMPLY IDEAS.Down the rabbit hole by HeroHorrocks
~ Down the rabbit hole
Lands of Raljuan
Erith pulled his reins, stopping the beast he rode to a halt. This is where he was told she would be. The elf slid off his mount, and scanned his surroundings. It was far from any place royalty should live; wild things crept from everywhere, and Erith was not sure if he had truly left the wilds of the woodland elves. The only sign of civilization was some form of a home built inside a tree -- also covered with wild things. No ladder or rope hung from the door, and if not for Erith's ability to find odd things in a sea of green acquired from thousands of years of life, the place would have gone unnoticed. Before he had become king, when home was of least concern to him, and all he needed to be happy was plants and a certain half-elf at his hip, that is the ki
The Summoner Art Contest - CLOSED, read update
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS STILL BEING JUDGED.
The past couple weeks have just been hectic due to it being Valentine's and whatnot.
(Not to mention a couple of the people I need to get opinions from haven't been on due to their own reasons.)
Everything is set to be announced by the first week of March at the latest, however.
Thank you for your patience, and I apologise for the wait!
SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW, 100% CLOSED.
No more will be accepted from this point on.
Now comes the toughest part of all... judging. And it's going to be a difficult task indeed.
Unlike last times when I did all solely by myself, this time I will be getting some assistance from people I know who are also familiar with The Summoner, its premise/background and characters.
Final decisions will be mine, however...
I ask for everyone's patience in this, and it might not be until March that I'm able to find the time to finalise everything.
CONTEST: Wraith Human Interaction - CLOSED:iconwraithgrenadeplz:
Group Contest: Wraith and Human Interaction
Any Wraith/s interacting with any human/s, as friends or foes.
Thanks to vala70 for the contest idea and suggestions.
Submission/s must by Wraithy (this means Wraith, Queens, hybrids, retrovirused Wraith, Wraith ships, etc.). Original characters are welcome.
Any medium or multimedia is allowed, including fanfics, photomanips, 3D, cosplay, crafts, etc.
Keep entries respectful to the Wraith.
Submit as many works as you wish. Multiple entries by the same person will be grouped into 1 vote so multiple entries do not split the votes for that artist.
Submissions must be newly done for this contest and fit into the contest theme.
Mature content must be properly flagged in the dA system, but keep in mind the risk votes could be lost due to some p
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