Maria, her little sister Anna and their parents live at the fringe of human civilization, trying to get by. But soon disaster struck the little family, and Maria was losing hope as the winter approached.
A sudden, unexpected visitor made her overthink her decisions and their life took a turn for the better.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
BIENVENIDOS!
TONIGHT WE OFFER THE FIGHT OF A LIFETIME!
EXITING OUT OF RETIREMENT, OUR LOCAL FAVORITE, THREE TIME MEXICAN HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
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TONIGHT SHE FIGHTS THE DEMON OF THE RING HERSELF!
THE CURRENT REIGNING CHAMPION OF THE CENTRAL AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIPS!
THE VERY QUEEN OF THE RUDOS IN LUCHA!
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AIRING TONIGHT AT 9!
Groggy husbands and wives started to move through the houses, wiping their eyes and some men still groaning from the extracurricular activities that occurred during the night, while their wives or girlfriends smirked happily. Another day of work laid ahead for them in the daily tedium of their lives, and they moved in their set pattern that has long been ingrained in them. Engines started to rev up and cars pulled out into the street, and amongst the new hubbub of a new day was the clopping of a pair of hooves.
A man couldn’t ask for a better way to wake up than wrapped in the teal coils of his gorgeous wife and the mother of his two children. Unfortunately, as much as Andrew Stevenson would love to lay there and enjoy the comfort and security of Serena’s tail this Sunday morning, he had an important…
A contest entry focused on an injured Holstaur, her husband, and their journey together.
“You broke my nose,” wheezed Snake as he stumbled back. He was clutching his nostrils as blood gushed down into his mouth. He spit out viscera as he pointed at Marin Le Tiec. “Why the fuck-” He reeled back again as the smaller Frenchman lunged past his accusation like a dog unleashed. A straight punch from Marin’s left drilled into Snake’s ribcage. It broke a few lower rib bones and elicited second, shallower gasp from Snake as his bulk crumbled onto the gravel parking lot of the Silver Bar. “What- what do?” The beleaguered ranch hand uttered between desperate gasps. Marin tossed something the size of an unfolded wallet to Snake. Under the pall of the Bar parking lot’s dim lamppost, Snake squint and tried to make out what it was. The pain kept the answer just out of reach despite its alarming familiarity.
“Don’t recognize your handiwork?” Marin asked in his best Midwest impression. He grabbed the birch-core, Lousiana Slugger from his back. He choked up on the grip as he saw the American batters do just before stepping up to the plate. He tested it with a swing above Snake’s head. The sound it as it cleaved through the air reminded Marin of a whooshing plane taking off next to him.
Some men ask “Why buy the cow when the milk is free?” other men say “You get what you pay for.” This is the story of a man who goes for the premium milk. Stay thirsty my friends.
Further into the frozen north our companions press on. The Mage Kevin, caught in the catatonia of The Mage’s Path, the Cheshire Kylie, fighting against a scorn that is not her own, the mysterious Reitia, destined to bear a weight incomprehensible to her companions, all at once fearful of it, and Samuel, eldest and wisest of the resonants, coming to terms with the potential end of his millenia-old order. Apophis, Midnight Serpent, Dark Goddess, continues her machinations, and Chastisement, the Scorn of Ammit continues its campaign, absent the temperance of the wise and ancient Keepers of the Dead. The world hurtles forward towards oblivion, and all hope seems lost, for the Blessed come too early, and the Blessing, far too late…
