"Of Draiks and Morphing Potions" by averryyy "I'm serious, Aratheya. You're not an it. You'll always be Aratheya to me. Remember that." My owner looked me straight in the eye, willing me to deny it. I squirmed uncomfortably and looked down at my toes with a mumbled agreement...
Trials of the Tax Beast The user narrowed her eyes. "What percentage?" Her outer mask of anger and defiance slipped as her eyes flicked back to her purse nervously...
A Faerie Tale: War - Part Nine "I am here to protect, not to kill," she told the Dark Faerie. "Now go... I never want to see your face in Faerieland again."