Do not have the power
seraphs can do naught, but go patrol
life and death can be happy or sad
death can not win in life's own gladness
life can not win, because death's so mad
Poem
Keep us warm-
with your eternal memories
days will pass, months, years
we may forget you momentarily-
but never shall we efface your voice from our ears
in your final hour, your final breath
those you touched felt something-
alas, it was death
Death, Poetry, Sad
## life after death
this story starts nine years after the death of malafor. humans have made peace with with the guardians and others in the dragon realms.
Cynder, Daughter, Love, Unhappyness, crying
The investigation team infiltrated the defenses and navigated their way to the back room. The cult surrounded this area and controlled it, they killed, ruled, and talked. They where more of a political cult more than anything else, claming what they...
Canine, Human, Steam Punk, War
They muttered to themselves asking what it was, only to be turned to and be told "its white death, that's what it is."
the beaten elf sat there on the ground, humiliated and broken.
Evil, Fantasy, Fighting, No-Yiff
I appear to save them from a cruel death by granting them a quick, painless death. i also protect them from a fate that may be even worse than death, becoming a ghost that endlessly haunts this plane of existence."
Adult, Adult Content, Aerie, Anthro, Anthropomorphic, Aroused, Breeding, Consensual, Cum, Cumming, Ejaculation, Erection, Explicit, Feathers, Female, Feral, Fucking, Hard-On, Interspecies, Lust, Macro, Mienshao, Mountain, Oral, Orgasm, Penetration, Pokemon, Savior, Sex, Shemale, Short Story, Size Difference, Third Person, Urethra, Urethral, Vaginal, Wings, Yveltal, nest
#18 of hunting death
some people just can't seem to take a hint
**trouble**
as we walk down the alleyways again hashal makes a point of reminding me that our cover story for me is that i am a mage's familiar and that familiars are not supposed to talk.
Elf, Fantasy, Fox, Magic, guards, scythe
death. anger. hatred. this is what she woke up to... the first thing she saw? darkness. she could feel hard stone underneath her. cold. seeping into her bones. but the cold did not bother her... who was she? what was she doing here?
Anger, Arthas, Death knight, Misery, World of Warcraft, hatred
They wear dark black plate armor and don helmets ensconced with the wings of bats
And they invade each village and assault any innocent bystanders while blood splats
The take from treasures that is not their own
And they loot all of the vicinity of...
Couplet, Poetry