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Legend of the ForestIn an area within Northern Europe and Scandinavia, there was a dense forest long secluded from the rest of the world. A forest so green and so rich, that some say that it’s enchanted. Only a few people know about it and the wonders that it holds. Quite a few expedition groups have tried to explore it and to uncover its secrets, with little to no success. The only thing that is widely known about this forest is its name: Smarag Forest. Now, it remains an unspoiled paradise for the woodland creatures and plant life that inhabit it. Yet, amongst the tranquillity and peaceful soundtrack of the forest, there was the rare sound of human footsteps....Legend of the Forest by dollysistersmassacre
Sarah (or Sassy to her friends) trudged her way through the undergrowth, the crisp clean air filling her nostrils and lungs. She was an American in her early twenties, with blue eyes, brown hair and a very inquisitive nature. Sarah was regarded as a ‘monster hunter’; but not the type that hunts and kills abnormal creatures, but
Spirit Animals part 2Sheila followed the stagtaur ripping off most of her tattered clothing save for any that preserved the remains of modesty. Sure, her fur did not leave her completely naked but she could not bring herself to remove all of the tatters. Now she could focus and take the time to appreciate the finer details of her companion. His brown curls bushed under his antlers and flowed down his shoulders. His green eyes pierced like the arrows housed in his quiver.Spirit Animals part 2 by Sassy-Masks
"What is your name?" Sheila asked still not used to the small canine inflictions of yelps, yips, and growls to her voice.
"Some call me Cliff Jumper, and others Cliff for short." He answered.
Sheila found his answer a bit skeptical. "And that was always your name?"
"It is now." He answered firmly. "What's your name?"
"Sheila de Rowe Carpenter" She recited with conviction happy to remind herself.
He smiled, "So you are from a family of carpenters by a stream?"
"On my father's side, my mother's families are farmers." She answered unable to h
The Tribute - Chapter 7 (full chapter)The Tribute - Chapter 7 (full chapter) by BrandonHill
7. Any tribute who invokes the right of this law within one week of their arrival shall be given exactly one month to mourn what they have lost. No espoused mate shall be coerced into the bed of their mate during this time.
Voran could not help but see what had happened to him that night as a humiliation. To add insult to injury was the position he found himself in when he awoke.
The Princess’s serpent half wasn’t cold as he expected, which was something of a relief -of course, he should never have anticipated something so absurd as coldness from her flesh, but the realization of what enfolded him and held him as possessively as a little girl held a doll was nearly unbearable.
EnlightenmentThe credits scrolled, and Damon returned to reality. He stretched his arms.Enlightenment by JoeyLiverwurst
"You missed a good movie!" he called out to no one there.
11:00. Too soon for bed, and besides, he was hungry. He rose from the recliner and ambled across the apartment. Kyle's door was closed of course, so he knocked.
"I'm thinking of going out. You interested?"
Just as Damon was about to walk away, Kyle provided the first of several surprises.
"Sure, why not."
"Whoa, really? Awesome! You wanna transform? I can bring along the Frisbee."
"Yeah, but don't bother with the Frisbee."
"Cool, I'll get ready!"
Damon slipped off his socks and smiled as his feet disappeared under thick sepia fur. Large claws poked out almost absurdly, and pads pushed him another inch closer to the ceiling. He bounced back and forth, anticipating a night out with his old friend.
Finally, Kyle's door creaked open, and Kyle tiptoed out looking more like a Pomeranian than a wolf. Behind one ear was a feather.
"What's with the feathe
DeviantArt Questionnaire Hi :iconsassydragon18: Sassy here to tell my history on DeviantArt and Happy 15th Birthday DeviantArt!DeviantArt Questionnaire by SassyDragon18
Pick this up from :icondollysistersmassacre: (I'm one of his watchers and friends) .
How long have you been on DeviantArt?
What does your username mean?
I love dragons. My parents would go "Don't be so sassy." , and I got the name "Sassy" from a cat name "Sassy" of a 1993 Disney movie "Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey" I watch sometime.
Describe yourself in three words.
Pageviews And Watchers News 2 Hi :iconsassydragon18: Sassy here to tell everyone my Pageviews And Watchers News !Pageviews And Watchers News 2 by SassyDragon18
Today on 8/6/15: I have found out that I got 85,000 Pageviews & 457 Watchers!
Thanks everyone for watching me, favorite my artwork/stories!
NyraWrites's FanglancersHi Sassy :iconSassyDragon18: here to tell everyone about my friend :iconNyraWrites: 's new company for writers and artists.NyraWrites's Fanglancers by SassyDragon18
Fanglancers : "Fanglancers is an independently operated online company that works almost like a 'talent agency' for freelancer writers, artists, photographers, animators, programmers, fursuit makers, and many other kinds of skilled artisans. Its goal is to establish a wide network of self-sufficient service providers that customers can easily have access to, and have recommended to them. It holds an archive of commission-able authors, digital artists, web designers, etc. and--according to the patron's desires and quality needs--several qualifying matches are selected and delivered to the commissioner via email.
This company is owned and operated by a philanthropic-sensible writer: Nyra Nartéla. His decisions are made to benefit both the client, and the freelance, as much as poss
The Mouse and the SnakeThe Mouse and the Snake by MikaAndKuri
The sun was setting over the meadow, and the sky was basked in reds and oranges. The shadows of the tall trees were stretching out and covering the ground. Soon, the night would grip the meadow and all the animals within it would have to hide. The little mouse knew this fact all too well, as it had been the owls cold claws that had taken her own mother. She poked her head out of her home and looked around. She was scared...terrified that within moments, she would hear the silent wings of death as the sharp talons of the owl caught her and carried her away. All other animals had all run for shelter...but she couldn't.
The mouse finally found the nerve to step out of her home and sniff around anxiously. She was indeed afraid...but she was also hungry. She hadn't eaten much that day, because the greedy badger, who lived not far away, had eaten much of the food near her home. She was starving, and she had to eat something...which meant going out at night to find food.
"Oh, please don't let