WT with Seiyuuheart Band Contest by GoldenAltaira, literature
Literature
WT with Seiyuuheart Band Contest
There were fliers everywhere, promoting the upcoming band battle off the ground prize of $10,000,000 to the first place winners.
Batsuki had grabbed on the of papers off the newsstand he was walking by as he walked back to the music studio him and his buddies were hanging out in trying to record a new single.
Entering the studio everyone doing there own thing when he walked in. “Hey, guys! Look at this!”
Jumping up to gather around they took a peek.
“We haven’t entered a contest in forever.”
“I’m always up for a good contest.” Kenchiro grinned, Tatsuya nudging him as he lends on him.
Ruki
Story trade with Armstrongy85 by GoldenAltaira, literature
Literature
Story trade with Armstrongy85
Stacey, Greena and Mist Girls Night Out.
Stacey grabbed her two friends who were currently holding hands deciding now to be a cutesie couple of all times.
“Greena! Mist! Come on, the shows about to start.” Stacey started tugging Mist's blue-skinned arm. The three of them being Maga Humans and thus had odd colored skin tones, Stacey and Greena both had green skin but Greena was a much darker tone.
The three ran to the center of the city courtyard where a crowd of people where gathered.
Mist ran ahead of them trying to look over the crowd.
There was a guy in with a large booth with all sorts of glass wear. A glass art blower.
All Anime has a filler, the Beach!
Tatsuya, Ruki, and Batsuki were all packed into Kenchiro's car.
Tatsuya and Ruki sat in the back while the older two sat in front, Kenchiro driving.
They had been planning a trip to the nearby beach for weeks now and were more than ready for the week break to just get some sun and swim in the summer heat.
Ruki groaned as his phone lost signal. “Hey, Kenchiro? We almost there? Feels like you have been driving for hours. I thought you said this beach was nearby.”
“It's the closest one to us, yes, but that doesn't mean it doesn't take a long time to get there,
For Sexyarctic (horse adopts based) by GoldenAltaira, literature
Literature
For Sexyarctic (horse adopts based)
Magical Ghost X Rose Petals
The green fields had turned gold and the still trees now danced shaking their leaves free.
Warm wind now blow with a hint of cold.
Rose Petals knew what was to come, but unlike the year prior, she wasn't ready for it.
She had lost her family that last year to a horrible storm, one she still never recovered from. Emotionally anyways.
Her white like mane blow in the light wind. Soon the land of gold would become bare and the tree would shake all they have on them to the dead cold ground.
If only she could recall the path her family would take on such weather she could go there...but as luck would have it, she d
Art Trade: For SexyArctic by GoldenAltaira, literature
Literature
Art Trade: For SexyArctic
Land so vast it holds a sort of world of its own to it.
Peace, war, something every day seen.
The hills sing with the song of the mighty bright wolf; hoofs sound off in the distance, a loyal of the howling wolf that calls it.
Two birds mock its voice, one landing on its shoulder, snow as known by. The second Sally, a fitting name for such a singer.
Hoofs slow down and a shine of Black appears....
Together, war or peace, all are ready for the fight.
Whisper in the wind~
Light aquamarine hair blew in the quiet wind.
Light paw steps up a hill.
Nothing to harm; a spirit free and trouble free.
A beauty hard to match, light gray fur shielding her from the harsh light above.
Ice glazed eyes seeing ahead; never back.
A positive soul an a hunt.
Wherever the wind may go, the Whisper will always go.
Elegant.
As one would describe a flower. Colors that dark cannot hope to hide.
Powerful.
Like dragons of the past and folklore. A path no one dare to cross.
Loyal.
A furry friend indeed, a companion unlike the rest-and never ready to retreat.
Such unseen quality's in the Sakura beast.
(AC) On the Run-ArtTrade w/ Wolf-Petal by GoldenAltaira, literature
Literature
(AC) On the Run-ArtTrade w/ Wolf-Petal
Heavy foot falls were drowned out in the heavy down pour of rain. Cars zoomed past; the near blinding rain not stopping the busy streets of New York, not even in these hours of night.
Christine thought she had out ran those goons at Astergo a year ago, but the basters were persistent.
Turning a corner into a dead end Christine looked behind her just in time to see a Astergo car pull up, blocking her path out.
But un-like the other assassins these goons chased, Christine was a master climber like her fathers before her.
She may have left the assassin's hide out, but not before learning a thing or too.
She scaled the building in re