The Adventures of Grim Dark and Noble Bright: The She-Wolves of Highpass Ridge- Part 2

Someone had once said that freezing to death was a pleasant way to die. You get cold for a while, then go numb, then fall unconscious. It was supposed to feel like a warm blanket settling over you as you drifted off to sleep, and were mercifully out of sorts while your core temperature dropped low enough that your heart grew slower until its last beat. Supposedly, it was as easy as sitting down and taking a nap. Quiet, peaceful. Painless. Sir Reynald vowed to find this person and shove his sabatons as far up whoever’s ass spouted that god-awful bullshit would taste steel for a month.

MaW: Submariners and the Kraken

-Inspired by Recluse’s Cove by BreakawayRepublic and the first installment in my Mamono at War series.

About three months ago, a Navy officer showed up at the door of our seaside cottage. His warm smile and matching golden eyes looked more suited for a salesman than for an officer. My attention was pulled from the man himself and placed square on the draft notice he was holding.

The Shirohebi and the Hunter: Chapter 4- Sister of the Bride

The actual wedding ceremony between Shimo and her fiancée Hiro took place in a shrine in the center of town and was limited to the immediate family of the bride and groom, but the guests would accompany Hiro, Shimo, Yuki, Lady Husui and Hiro’s parents to a spacious banquet hall that abutted a creek within easy walking distance from the shrine.
Shimo emerged from the temple in a red kimono and a red hood while Hiro was wearing immaculately polished ceremonial armored gauntlets and shoulder pads over a formal guard uniform as the gathered guests began applauding and throwing confetti and streamers. Yuki was next to her sister in a dark grey off-the-shoulder kimono top and pleated dress. She leaned in and said something to Shimo before her reserved and aloof big sister threw her arms around Yuki, giving her a big hug and beaming ear-to-ear. Lady Hisui then said something to the two of them before the bride and the Ryu embraced, making their way to the banquet hall. After scanning the crowd for a moment, Yuki spotted me and waved before began making her way over.

On the day of her sister’s wedding, the timid lamia appeared much more confident, assured and animated. I was pretty sure I made a number of the males in attendance jealous as Yukihebi made her way up to me before she reached out and clasped my hands.

A Monstergirl Christmas Carol

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it, too and Scrooge’s name was good upon it, as was anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.