Funny how its the tiniest little things that can get up next 2 ur skin n just rub u raw. - Arrow
Yah. N not in a good way, either... - SB
Ha! Shut it 4 the Ole Man's ears turn this way. Hee hee... - A
:-) So? Wots doing? - SB
Gonna get Runt n see if we can track down a Set. - A
Ha! Lol.. U really think u'll find Rogue? - SB
Weeel... He's pissed n he'll be setting up to hunt that Walker. But yah. I'll find him. - A
Why? - SB
Why? Cuz he's wounded. A bit. N cuz he's still new to the scene. - A
Heh heh... Needs a girl to help him grow right? - SB
Damn straight. - A
In a small corner of Sanctuary are worlds and times that exist, out of sync or in, all being tiny glimpses of a greater tapestry. One such place, the land of the Fae, has a castle, of sorts, that is totally surrounded by a brambled wood. So we begin, in the Worlds of Sanctuary, with the Faelan Stories. And what better, when being introduced to the weird and wonderful, than starting with something slightly familiar. Here we have the sometimes Sleeping Beauty. Ps: It's a story so oldest posts 1st.
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