Harrie's Literatures


Authors
Harrie
Published
4 months, 10 days ago
Stats
610 1

"She looks more and more like her father every day," Charity says, voice soft and tinged with some complex emotions, watching the little purple cambion girl swing a hefty stick around the flower blanketed garden, giggling gleefully, her twintailed black braids bouncing wildly behind her as she chases imaginary foes that only her little yellow eyes can see. Every now and then the pitter patter of her little cloven hooves clatters its way onto the cobblestone before being buried again in the grass

Authors
Harrie
Published
3 years, 1 month ago
Stats
481 3

Tempest sits there unmoving. Instead of leaving, Callisto places a finger on Tempest's exposed back, and begins to trace the bright and intricate tattoo that spills across it in deep purples and piercing turquoise and yellow. She feels a slight shiver run down Tempest's spine. "Can I ask...?" Callisto begins quietly as she follows the twisting and turning of the great serpent among the roiling clouds.

Authors
Harrie
Published
3 years, 2 months ago
Stats
1050 1

Mild Violence

Sticks them in a jar with some dirt and twigs and leaves and rattles it to see what they do