Cowboy Prince
Plain ol' minoade, pulled off the shelf. Your standard one-off shots. 41,522 / 40
Now, when a cowboy does these things, you have to understand, he oozes just about the only thing one can besides sexuality and pus: charisma (and homosexuality).
This is a test post for my interactive fic (shell/template) generator script. Yippee!
Addam zero ass confirmed. Literally completely flat.
Variations on a theme: Minoth, migration, and assimilation.
Their communication isn't much better than that of petulant little boys, really.
"So...since when did you two get all buddy-buddy?"
"I don't know about buddy-buddy - I think it's more like lovey-dovey!"
"I'm usually oblivious to things like this, but if I didn't know any better, I'd even say you were flirting."
"I don't know about buddy-buddy - I think it's more like lovey-dovey!"
"I'm usually oblivious to things like this, but if I didn't know any better, I'd even say you were flirting."
And the story just kept on going.
This is a test post for my neocities upload scripts. Wahoo!
Let's suppose Minoth hangs onto a surviving Torna. What next?
What about bugs? You guys got any bugs?
And so the ridiculous miracle becomes a commonplace.
Minoth often wondered why so many Blades looked that way.
Who ever touched a place like that? Who had either the point or the privilege?
Make it make sense!
Minoth's quite an independent soul.
Minoth tried to keep his thoughts orderly, with at least some sort of artistic point, but it was...difficult.
i'll make you even prouder
(whatever you say)
(whatever you say)
And so the commonplace becomes a ridiculous miracle.
SO HE WAS BROUGHT INTO THE WORLD TO PROTECT AND SERVE A MAN WHO HAD BEEN ORPHANED AS A CHILD AND IN MATURITY CHOSE TO EXERT POWER OVER OTHERS INSTEAD OF HELPING THEM AND THEN WHEN HE LEAVES THAT MAN THE ONE WHO ACCEPTS HIM IS ONE WHO REFUSES TO EXERT POWER OVER PEOPLE HE CAN HELP
Mythra has some questions about the...arrangements being made around her.
I can't think of a particularly respectable way to set this. Just trust me.
Of all the things Addam ever thought he'd find to complain about when it came to Minoth, his broad shoulders were never one.
"If I'm not your Driver..." Addam starts, clearly leading up to a grand conclusion.
"If you're not my Driver," Minoth repeats, biting the words and then chewing them up into a paste.
"If you're not my Driver," Minoth repeats, biting the words and then chewing them up into a paste.
Addam doesn't think about what Minoth is. Addam thinks about what Minoth does.
Okay, so you've got a room together. That's only half of the equation.
To switch it up: sleepy Minoth, instead of sleepy Addam.
centaur (n) - a mythical creature, half human and half horse, from the Greek kentauros (also ken-tauros, or "piercing bull")
In which Minoth is not such a summarily humanoid Blade.
In which Minoth is not such a summarily humanoid Blade.
Just for a moment, let your heart fly...
I'm a simple creature. I see a post detailing possible avenues/flavors in which to write minoade, I go.
Minoth and Addam have conflicting ideas of what is sustainable for the future.
For a writer, one who thinks of, nay realizes, quite a many words, having everything you pen upon yourself reflect into and onto another is quite vulnerable, is it not?
You know, that bodacious cowboy? Standing in the corner? The one with the spangled studs that match your eyes?
Is that all you need? To be harmless?
Is that all you want? To be untamed?
Is that all you want? To be untamed?
"You're a human," the dragon groans.
"Is that a bad thing?" the prince asks, brightly.
"I'm not sure. It's never been a good thing before."
"Come now," says the prince, still shining. "Surely there must be something you like about us."
"Is that a bad thing?" the prince asks, brightly.
"I'm not sure. It's never been a good thing before."
"Come now," says the prince, still shining. "Surely there must be something you like about us."
"Prince, don't you...don't you ever get scared that we won't be able to do it?"
I greet them with the widest smile, tell them how my life is one big adventure...
Blades get the name of their true Driver imprinted somewhere in the back of their Core. That's not something Amalthus found out; everyone knows it.
Stay with me, I need support.
Take some time to dwell on dreams. It's only human, you know.