Feral Heart

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The Pale-Faced Cat~
It was in the middle of a late summers eve, that Rekurani was idling upon the forest grounds of Kailuna, northwest of the Drekentai provinces. The white she-wolf skipped around delicatly, humming to herself as she listened to the sounds of chirping birds, and noisy crickets. Castings of light shined down through the light green leaves, hitting the ground in dappled forms, which Rekurani loved running through.

Her auds tilted upward, perking as they gained the soft sounds of steady footfalls. It was not quite heavy enough to be Human, or another wolf perhaps, but she could feel the stress of her heart thudding into the now freezing air. Clouds began to cover the sun, turning what was a blaze into a soft speck in the sky. She whipped her head around, her pupils slitting as she came across a cat, with no skin and black bones. Yet, the inside of it could not be seen.

A long, and round stone rested upon its muzzle, replacing what could have been its eyes and nose. Steams of black ash drifted from its maw, its long, spiked tail curling around its hindleg. Slime dripped down from the edges of its orb, the five-foxes long and pencil thin tongue it had slithering outward, yet not fully showing its true potential.

She yelped, her entire frame trembling in fear of the new threat before her. Instinctively, she bared her blackened teeth, but the felidae only returned the favor with a sickening laugh. "Rehuran katiru Mastak ru!" Came the darkest of vocolizations Rekurani had ever come to know. Tears streamed down upon her cheeks as the creatures long tail wrapped around her neck, its tail slowly moving towards her. Teeth made of a liquid silver dripped down into form, the pale faced cat widening its maw as it was about to bore down upon her.

The Blue Eyed Dreamer(A true, horrifying story...)
Before you read this, you must know that if you do, you will encounter him sometime in your dreams. You will encounter the blue eyed one as I have, and my friends. He will not attack as long as you remember... everything you know, everything he says, is a total absolute lie.

I was asleep, in my bed. What else could I do, I wasn't allowed to watch movies or play games upon this night. However, I didn't awaken- and yet I did. When I opened my eyes, I was on a stone alter with a tall man standing over me. He had sleek, long black hair with the most brillaint blue eyes you will ever see. For some reason, I was terrified of the sight. The first thing he did, was he opened his arms and said, "Sell your soul my dear... and I will give you the power you desire to rule the world." I was tempted, but for some reason my body said no for me. Satan, as I thought him, paled in his fury. I took the chance and bolted. He caught up with me and at the door to this, marble temple, said; "Will you reconsider? Think of the powe-" I cut him off with another uncontrollable no. Satan turned red, for I could see him without looking. The world switched to third person, and I saw millions of demonic creatures pouring out of the temple, chasing after me with arrows and all sorts of horrible tools of war. No pain comes in my dreams, so when an arrow hit me, only my body started to fall. Yet, I was saved. A group of warriors in gleaming, godly silver armor dragged me unto a horse, fighting back the onslaught of horrors. The dream faded, and I awoke to yet another dull schoolday.


Many weeks after that event, I told my friend. The following day, she told me that she had dreamed of me being ruler of the world, and she saw a major character- same brilliant blue eyes, same sleek black hair. And then... she saw me die.

I knew it was a dream of course, if you think I thought this odd your bloody insane.

The next event I found odd.

My friend over FeralHeart I told this tale. He told me the next day, he had dreamed, but he could not remember anything but a pair of two brilliant blue eyes.

Ever since that day, I have been seeing those peircing blue eyes in the back of my mind, and the terror still chokes my heart. Yet with silent begging at night, it seems the horrors have gone away and receded.

I pray you do not encounter this... but you probably will.

-Whippy.

That is all I have for now, however, you should read my other stories The White Archer and Fallenstide! I also have a FeralHeart beginnings story you may like. More stories will be added as time goes. c:

I don't like Survivors for several reasons, really.

1. It was poorly written and rushed like nothing else.

2. The Dog-Vocabulary was given to much at the beggining, it should have been explained as the book paced itself along.

3. The style of the writing just seemed like it was made by the average forum roleplayer. It is nothing like Terry Goodkind, George R.R Martin, Brandon Sanderson(Forevah <3), or even DJ Machales PENDRAGON novel.

Those are my three main reasons. Their are many more, however those are mere small details in comparison to these topics.

Another issue I have found was that the Erins have a new teammember on their side.
Who, by the way, is incredibly inexperienced. :I And there, you have it. ^^

I might join. It really depends, are you an active server with good looking graphics and Characters?

Thanks! ~Huggle~

Thank you SO much! And Jordyn, did you try seeing if your music file had _, or regular spaces? It isnt like most files, you cant use _ for spaces, you have to use the literal space bar.

I hope that actually made sense. :c