Welcome to the Khai-u, a pack of wolves that wander throughout different worlds and stories.
Your Pack Leaders:
Our Alpha female, Adaira Harper.
Siobhan Warrick, a Valkyrie who tends to visit.
Miika Vallen, an earth elemental.
Writing Exercise 1It fell the way many things fell from that world- as a strike of lightning to the earth. A tree split down the middle, falling apart in a blaze of terrible beauty, framing the figure with orange light. It stood on unsure legs, knees buckling with a desire to give, body twitching from crackles of electricity winding around it.Writing Exercise 1 by author-child
Water flooded down from the black clouds in the sky, hissing in the flames and drenching the soldier clad in white. The simple tunic hugged her meager frame like a lover, rippling in liquid-like manners both thick and fluid. Her boot covered feet tottered forward in the mud, sticking and peeling, sinking and sliding. She tumbled like a marionette with its strings cut, face splashing in filth on the ground as strands of snowy hair were clumped together by the muck.
Her hands sunk into the sludge as she rose, mouth hanging slightly open as she softly, slowly panted. Droplets beaded and fell from her n
Protectors of Srala- WIPA man walked the empty streets of the small town of Shemet. His long coat clung to his body in an effort to block out the cold of the dark night. He journyed to the local saloon, his boot clad feet clopping along the cobble stone road as he neared his destination.Protectors of Srala- WIP by Pirateofurworld
The lights from the saloon cast an eerie shadow across the ally next to it, its light illuminating several pairs of eyes, golden in color, as the silhouettes of the animals dug garbage out of the trash cans. Paying no heed to the creatures, the man entered the bar, its occupants turning to cast him hateful glares as he let in a wisp of cold air.
"Sorry about that, gents." came the man's deep voice, thick with a British accent. He took off his top hat and sat at the bar.
"Wha' can I get ya?" The large man behind the bar asked as he cleaned a glass.
"Oh... umm... yes, I'll have a scotch on the rocks. Please." The British man said as he tried to avoid eye contact with the bartender's