Laced With Poison
The wind sounded like a whistle to Sir Ratty. It blew his silky, brown patches of fur in different directions and gave him a certain sense of freedom. He closed his eyes and imagined her next to him, Thistle, holding his hand and making his worries...
R.A.Z.Z.L.E - 94.Reality (ONE SHOT/SLIGHTLY MATURE)
........Years had went by, Ratty had only gotten better at making and brewing potions, and he had become very good friends with Princess Thistle while she grew up, especially with her forsaking most female companionship. King Botticelli had already...