*sniff*
*sniff*
Eh! U smell like crap! - Ogre
Mmm... I had a we bit of trouble shatting in the woods. - Wick
Really? Managed to bungle back n forth in ur own nasties looking for a leaf did ya?
Lol lol... Look at u! Lol...
Just cuz u's incompetent n can't wipe ur own ass without getting into shit is no reason to be trodding it in on ur boots, aye?!
Go find a mud puddle! Crimmie! No wonders me home suffers from neglect with the likes a u assun holes around!
Now git!!
Frickin dummy....
- O
AAAeeii! Don't SLAM the DOOR!! - O
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Assun hole! Ha! He's the ass! If he wasn't training us so hard I wouldn't a been in such a rush! - W
Wick? Where u going?
Eeew....
How comes u smell like sheite? - Midge
Jis shut it! K?!! - W
Easy...
hey!?
Hmmm... Ogre's pushing hard. That boy's getting more n he bargained for with those weapons he was so anxious to get his hands on. - M
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.
