'Displaced: Term used to describe those who are moved to another reality. Often they are changed in some way.' I'm displaced now, a familiar blue vixen to be exact, in a world that's kind of familiar. Edited by myself. See main descript for Warnings!
Last night I had a dream about dwarves, magic, flowers and earth spirits. The dream started off with a woman dwarf spying on a camp of racist humans talking about their mission to wipe out the last of the dwarves in their empire. After she overhears their plans to ambush the group she travels with she heads back to the caravan. She tells the leader of her group the news and they set out to a
Well, I've done some editing. Small things, correcting spelling errors, making small changes to stories. That kind of thing. Here's a poem I had in my head today.
The little speck of red on grey The little sparrow came today To look for a place to stay He saw many a palace Many a mansion, but no place of his own So he went on his way Looking for a place to stay
HOLLY SHIT IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!
AND WITH A NEW COVER!!!!!!
RRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
yay!
Cover is good, yes.
DOPE!