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FFF Round 1 - Anaiya vs WaffelAnaiya growled, her four stinger-tipped tails swishing angrily. Here she was, stuck underground in a stone-walled labyrinth. She had discovered this first task and stumbled into the torch-lined tunnel, not understanding that it was a maze. If she had known, she would never have done it! She had no patience for mazes! There was no way she was just going to passively go along with this and actually take the time to do the maze!
She sat there for a long while, trying to figure out how to get through the labyrinth without actually having to do it. Sparta, her salamander, was twined around her right wrist, dozing as he waited for her to actually make a move. It wasn't until she heard a strange slithering sound that she thought maybe staying in one spot wasn't a good idea.
She stood, ears twitching as she strained to hear that sound. What was that? It certainly wasn't anything she had heard before. It sounded like a giant snake of some sort, but its movements were so irregular. But sh
Prologue -- Anaiya vs. SphinxThe hot wind howled around Anaiya, whipping sand into her face. She grumbled to herself, hating the miniature rocks even more. Of all the places to crash her ship, she had to crash it into a desert. Her four tails twitched irritably. Sparta, her yellow-spotted black salamander, was hiding safely underneath her translucent cloak.
"Of all the places to crash my ship," she griped, "it had to be in a blasted desert."
She kept her currently angry red eyes trained on the distant city, her long yellow hair full of sand and tangling in the wind. Behind her the wreckage of her spaceship smoked slightly, its image wavering in the desert heat.
A particularly harsh gale arose suddenly, and Anaiya was forced to shield her eyes from the sand kicked up. When she opened them again, a strange creature stood before her.
It had the body of a golden lion and the wings of an eagle. Instead of a lion's face, however, it had a human face, apparently covered by a black and white grinning mask. Anaiya stood st
Muir WoodsThe trees are hiding behind their misty veil,
Tears dripping from their damp leaves.
Drops fall on the moss below
As the trees wonder why they're all alone.
They've grown tall to beat out all the rest,
But now they're left without a guest.
Trapped by their own roots,
Forced to stay and ponder behind that misty veil,
Because that's all they can do.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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