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I'm Still a Fairytale

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Not your average fairy tale; The Three

[Thank you, Sonata, for the inspiration!]
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He was given the name...[Origins]

Sequal to this story
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"It can't be..."

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Mister High and Mighty Part 4








Where did we end…

Where did we end in this story.

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~*~ {Prose} "Heart of Courage" {Violence} ~*~

WARNING! This Blog Could Lead to Mature Situations, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Rated NC-17 For Graphic Horror Violence and Gore, Bloodshed is a Plenty and two Dinosaurs wanting to RIP each other apart.


Author's Comment:

This Story is Best Read while listening to:


Generally best read while on Repeat. Until you are finished with the Entire story.

This Story was done for a Club that I am on over on DeviantArt known of Valley of Siyyon.

You have been Warned at the top and BOTTOM of this section above the cut that there is Violence in this story.

Tyrant and Masera are my own creations
While Amaranth belongs to Balletvamp of DA. The Entire story and Picture lie under the Cut.

WARNING! This Blog Could Lead to Mature Situations, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Rated NC-17 For Graphic Horror Violence and Gore, Bloodshed is a Plenty and two Dinosaurs wanting to RIP each other apart.

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Midnight Stroll - Deiyoru (Criticism encouraged!)

Midnight Stroll


adventures of Deiyoru, the deer dragon


[=Georgia]Frogs croaked in the lake off to the side while the hybrid deer trotted along through the night, blending easily with his black coat. However, when the moon's rays landed upon him. A soft wind blew against the tall fur upon his back before brushing against his medium sized tail and extra fur behind his legs while he continued on his way to who knows where.

His ears moved to each sound yet he didn't flinch or stop to see which direction since he knew what it was and it meant no harm. However, at the sound of hoof beats coming his way, he froze in mid step. The other stags were playing in the night despite the hour of his favorite time of day. He listened to every trot and gallop as well as pause they made to jump with each other before deciding to move on when he was sure that they wouldn't be alerted by him.

As much as they wished, they wouldn't find him anyway but they could steal hear him moving. As a hybrid of a deer and a dragon, he was given part of his genes by his mother, a deer, to be graceful and swift, while his dragon father gave him some sort of power. Of what? He didn't know but he did had some clues. A weird circle marking was on his left eye while...some sort of...other marking was on his right. He had no idea what they were but they gave him the power to be invisible in the night while he could be seen during the day. Those who did see him would either be threatened by his different and dark appearance being as black as the night with weird markings.

Deiyoru bent down to graze his mouth upon the grass before starting to grab and chew upon the food source while he slowed to a walk. It was a good thing he was part deer or he would be lurching up the plants since, in this place, there was no source of meat - not counting the other deer of course.
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The Flower Diaries; Chapter fifteen

He is small, he knows this, but he isn't weak, he is merely...delicate.
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