"Rain" by shadowcristal The bleak sky hung over the whole area, cutting off every ray from the sun as it left drips and drops drumming on the ground. Heavy rain was falling, and far away the thunder rumbled like a hungry Symol's stomach. With her paws on the window, the young Eyrie stared...
The Working Girl Plodding down the hall and yanking open
the door, she stumbled through the sea of plushies covering the rug and arrived,
alive, by the side of the bed. "What now?"
Shadowchild: Part Four Dayne decided that she was glad that she wasn't the one who possessed such a coveted magic as the Storm - in stories, books, or legends,
owning unique magic was seemingly a blessing, but she now realized that in truth it was a curse in disguise...