Now that I’ve recovered from my initial explosion of laughter so hard that I had tears in my eyes…

Excuse me, I gloat with all the style that my sky boots provide me. (Which isn’t much, because they’re really ugly…) I wear beautiful (shre-) suit coats with embroidered (shredd-) green vests! (They’re shredded- be quiet- Gator Loki did that-)

I’m going to focus on the one part of your lovely ballad that said “you’re honored to be my ally.” Everyone should be honored to be allied with ME, your magnificent ruler and president.

I am burdened with magnificent purpose. :)

- President Loki

HA. CL1, you’re a loser, I have a servant and you don’t! And my servant can write ballads about my epic fighting skills and my domination of all the Nine Realms.

BUT YOU’RE MEAN. Nothing is as glorious as MY purpose. I have a VERY glorious purpose, as their ballads shall state.

- President Loki

RIP that Shrikesong, AAAAAY-

Ahem. That was a nice story, CL1! Short and sweet, gave a bit more understanding to Outlander’s/Robin’s early days and the introduction of Scavenger. I’ll bet Canary and Rage would get along well… :)

- President Loki

I am going to start rating stories depending on their likes. One like equals ten percent. Would it be ok if I did this for your stories?

-Apex

A Tale Of Frost, Ch1 pt2

Frost’s eyes snapped open to a blinding sunrise.

Dawn.

He stretched, checked his amulet, packed up his journal, and began to walk. The mountains were still a long ways away. Frost tucked his amulet in his shirt, sure that he’d meet people along the way who’d try to snatch it away from him.

A twig snapped nearby, but Frost kept walking, pretending to be unaware of the presence of another person in the surrounding brush.

Suddenly, a child leaped out of the bushes, attempting to claw at Frost’s amulet. Frost thrust out his arm, catching the child just in time and flipping him on his back, using his arm to pin him to the ground.

“Let GO of me!” The kid growled, snapping his teeth.

Frost rolled his eyes. Kids. So feral.

“I’m going to let you go, and you’re not going to try and steal my necklace, ok? Ok.”

He slowly lifted his arm, letting the boy scramble to his feet.

“I’m Frost. Now scra-“

“I’m coming with you.”

Frost rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“No, no you aren’t.” Quick as lightning, Frost jabbed the kid’s vagus nerve, rendering him unconscious.

Frost frowned.

For all he knew, this child could have worried parents waiting for him to come home. He sighed impatiently before hauling the boy’s body over his shoulder, walking in the direction of the bushes the kid jumped out of in an attempt to see where he came from.

To be continued…

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I see there’s been drama, unfortunately I don’t have time and patience on my side right now. Enjoy the tale, I know the chapters are short so far, but it’s all I can give for now.

-Frost

A novel of Frost: prologue

Frost breathed in the wonderful smells of Spring, his picnic, and the sweet scent of his mother. “Mum,” he started to ask, “isn’t Spring just wonderful?” He sighed happily. His mother nodded and smiled. “I think my favorite season is Winter, but spring is nice.” Frost looked up at mother in surprise.

“Winter! But that’s when everything dies and it’s so cold out!”

Mother laughed and put her arm around Frost. “But it’s the season my little frost wolf grew up in-” mother stopped, her eyes wide. She gasped and choked, looking down at the sword that had burst through her stomach.

Frost screamed and looked at the man clad in black as he ripped out the sword and sheathed it. The last he saw of the “man” was a toothy smile and wings bursting out of his back. Then, the “man” flew away, leaving Frost with his mother’s corpse.

“Mum,” he wailed, “Mum, wake up, please!” He hugged her body and sobbed, unable to do anything, think of anything, but of his dead mother.

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A rather short prologue, but one nonetheless. I hope you’ve enjoyed this, the first chapter will be coming soon. Have a good day, reader.

-Frost

Sky Dye is looking rough, P. Metallica. Enjoy your temporary death, I’ll keep it safe until you re-awaken.

*Lokius magic surrounds Sky, shrouding it with protection from any whom would harm the environment.*

- President Loki

Loki, a merciful demigod,

said they are giving me favor,

What is more delightful than that?

I may not rhyme in this ballad,

But what is wrong with that?

Loki! A demigod of power,

When they take over the universe, I shall be spared!

And I will sing for them even in shackles,

AND I WILL THINK THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT!!!

…

Thanks for liking my tribute!

Songwriter :)

AKA….. LOKI’S SERVANT or divine songwriter or divine bard or….

*goes on and on*

This bard's verses are more glorious than your purpose Pres.

~CL1

Very useful use to make a snake skycolor and made another a tan color and boon ramen noodles!

What the heck is happening here I just wanted to make some sky dye bro.....

Wow, I was looking for something I posted in another dye but couldn’t figure out which one so I looked in this one and find that it is absolute chaos, interesting, better leave before I get involved and then start mass slaughtering people...YOU HEARD NOTHING

-WhiteWinterTiger

*walks past*

*gets hit by shotgun*

*is confused*

*realizes it's sky dye*

*walks away*

-planarian

I bet help with this carnage venomized crystal wyvern queen!!! It’s been slaughtering the inhabitants of this place! But it’s so stupid! The thing is practically immortal!!!

-Surviver/El**s! Who is also being chomped by this monster of a wyvern!

Return of the Spider

Actually, that should be a film or something. I haven’t seen P. Metallica for a while until now. Are you still writing isle of the griffins?

-Lamprey

*aggressively incinerates a bird*

...

You have apparently. . . Destroyed a civilisation. . . Surviver

*Begins to hide the remain tarantulas inside an underground bunker full of food*

(Also, DTG™ II is a name I never actually use, normally I'm called anything from:

Poecilotheria metallica.

P. metallica.

PM(though I may kill people who use that one)

That one guy. . .

The ruler of sky dye of ambiguous existence(to the tarantulas who live here in their village)

Hadronyche formidabilis(only during Halloween)

H. formidabilis(likewise)

HF(also Halloween name, and I may also murder those who use it)

That one chaos. . .(another of the Halloween names that have begun appearing among fanfictioners)

The nameless thing we know not if it is watching in the shadows(to the tarantulas on Halloween)

That's all my names, though if you continue calling me the acronym DTG,

For the sake of the original DTG

(one of the first four fanfictioners, along with Seasnake(now commonly known as Snek🐍 when she manifests) and me, Poecilotheria metallica(though I prefer being credited as the third rather than the second, here's a hint why; never look in the meso story section)and Bob(who disappeared ages ago, then reappeared and died again. . .))

That DTG is the writer of the great Dodo Tales, found in alphabetical order, though it wasn't finished since DTG started yelling religious gobbledegook about Discord being the future and that fanfiction has entered a new era. . . He disappeared and those in silver dye claim he began writing discord exclusive stories, the pest.

So anyway, for the sake of the original DTG, whenever referred to by such a name, it is DTG™ II

That's all I have to say.

Oh, yes, and most fanfictioners who exist currently live in their own dye section but mainly can be seen appearing in silver dye, while Lamp news, a questionable but semi reliable radio station. Can be found in yellow dye, and in silver dye you may find ARK Chronicles, a similarly amoral newspaper by the fanfictioner HJK and their murderous alter ego/clone/I don't actually know what that thing is Crow. (I don't recommend that you eat anything either advertise)

~Poecilotheria metallica

Why are you all still down here?

Ok.

This is weird

Bye

No really go away now, there's nothing left.

ALRIGHT I'M GOING NOW

Ok fine, since everybody’s doing it this is probably now the poet dye.

I’ll do one.

Ok.. uh-

* gets trumpet *

President Loki, a king so fine!

Can sing very nice!

He’s our king, and don’t you forget it!

All of us know and so we can get it!

The story writers, we all sing along!

To create one big songggg…

*trumpet intensifies

President Loki!

You vanquished the beasts on the dyes,

You have inspired our lives!

We shall not back down!

To fight for our right!

Oooooof the dyyyyyes!

*trumpet stops.*

Yeah so uh, I think that was more of a song

-slither

Aww, thank you, Slither! I don’t mind the no poem thing, it’s a surprise and a privilege that someone made one for me at all.

I would agree that most people support me, but that CL1 character? Mmm, I’m not so sure…

- President Loki :)

I remember that time I was playing with my friend (this was back when I was bad) and we were at black sands with our two pteranodons, dinosaur bird thing. I forgot what my friends pteranodon’s name was, but it doesn’t matter. Anyways, my friend used a simple pistol and had over a 100 ammo, and I think you see where this is going. My friend had tamed an ape, so he was riding that. A pegomastax ran straight up to him and stole his bullets, but I don’t think my friend noticed it was bullets and said it probably wasn’t anything too big. We cut through the swamp, my pteranodon getting killed by a theri in attempt to save my friend who was the host, and it was successful. Then a kapro grabbed my friend, and he shot it a few times, and then his gun stopped shooting, and that’s when we both came to the realization: a pegomastax had stolen over 85% of his ammunition. His ape and I tried to save him, and we succeeded. At the time I used a pike, and no guns. Wasn’t that bad though.

-Lamprey

i am

Seasnake/Ibabi