The pride he felt was overwhelming, clouding out even the concern, concern that might have been better-founded than the hubris he displayed. But the white griffin was surely a gift worthy of her, perhaps even worthy of her praise, that tenuous thing so difficult to earn. He felt his lips give way to a small, rare smile as he considered what their princess may look like when presented with the great, proud beast.
As if on cue with his thoughts, the griffin let out a cry that echoed through the balmy night, the call wavering, long, and low-pitched, almost mournful. Had he been a man of a less stern heart he might have sympathized with it
Just One Last Shift
Dimly lit by the fading glow of stars, a silhouette stood on the brink of a roughly-hewn cliff. His bloodshot eyes were narrowed as cat-like slits and his fists hung like limp, broken branches at his sides. If he had the strength he would have constricted them in agony, but his strength was waning, dripping away as small liquid crystals from his sharp green eyes.
The moon shone high in the charcoal-dusted sky, obliterating the dark like a beacon of light, a ray of hope to those it looked upon with smiling face.
His lip tightened in anger as he thought the same, hapless notion once more. If the moon could destroy that da
AOI Chapter 6 - The Sound of Thunder by Fargonon, literature
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AOI Chapter 6 - The Sound of Thunder
The steady, pulsating beep of machinery and computers was adjoined by the buzz of equipment in the large room. A few men and women sat at desks or bustled busily, checking screens, talking on telephones, or radioing scouts in the field. Overall, the office resounded with a gentle hubbub of activity, tolerable, manageable and quiet.
The quiet was broken by the creak of a steel door and a bang as it hit the opposing wall. Eyes glanced up, then back down again at the desks below as a tall, blonde-haired man in a white laboratory coat burst into the room, a clipboard under his left arm. He pushed his square-lensed glasses up the
Cogs was dead.
Word spread through the camp like wildfire, demanding a sullen and dark mood. Reagan, the stout haflinger stallion was one of the most wounded by the news, as Cogs was his dear friend before he was stowed away for suddenly being declared senile. Layla, Cogs’ fast friend along with one Cogs’ own teammates, called Brechin, also mourned the loss of the old stallion.
It was not in the nature for members of other species to grieve for one another, but Cogs had been so active in the community that it was impossible not to have known him. Before he was taken away, he had m
Age of Iron Chapter 3: Council by Fargonon, literature
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Age of Iron Chapter 3: Council
Age of Iron
Chapter 3
Council
“I’m telling you, the deer over-exaggerate everything.”
Steampunk and Rayzorblade trudged down the hills towards the towering walls that surrounded the fort in which they made their home. The walls were two feet thick, cracked and crumbling, dead vines grew up the sides, parched by the drought. Two tall iron gates opened wide, like some sort of old rusted pair of arms, beckoning all to enter. They were as old as the wall, just as thick and plain, with only a few decorative swirls etched on the rusting and dirtied metal. The sun had barely risen in the pale salmon sky, cas
EDIT: Age of Iron Chapter 1: -Cancer- by Fargonon, literature
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EDIT: Age of Iron Chapter 1: -Cancer-
Age of Iron
Cancer
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All was dark and silent.
He felt nothing but something soft under his body, soft and gritty. The silence began to give way to the soft, lapping noise of waves upon a shore. The noise was soothing, calming. He tried to open his eyes and lift his head, but he could not move. He lay on the sand, listening to the waves, and wondered. How did he get here?
As if some other being was controlling him, his eyes suddenly opened and he heaved himself upwards, taking in the sight of golden sand dunes and blue waves topped with white froth, carrying seaweed and shells onto the beach. The stallion looked up at