Since we’re talking about pegos...

My first pego encounter:

Me:aaaaw cute.

Pego: *steals stuff from my inventory*

Me: GIVE THAT BACK TO ME YOU FILTHY BUGGER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pego: *runs*

Me: *gets out bow and shoots it three times*

My next pego encounter...

Me: oh it’s one of these buggers isn’t it.

Pego: *stands in front of me*

Me: *readys bow*

Pego: *steals berries and tames himself*

Me: *names pego Feathered Thief*

First ichthyornis encounter...

Icthyornis: flies up to me.

Me: die filth

Ichthyornis: steals pick axe

Me: DAMN YOU, YOU LITTLE FILTHY BUGGER!!!!!!!!

Ichthyornis: swoops back down to steal more stuff.

Me: *readys bow and headshots the stupid bugger*

Ichthyornis: dead.

Me: lil bugger...

-Apex

Ah, but why have a bard when I can write my own ballads?

"How sad is the ruler, of a kingdom of one?

You claim glory, and yet you have none.

Dethroned and trampled by a big green beast,

You aimed for the best, yet fell to the least.

How much more fulfilled is the seeker of peace,

Who befriends gators, rather than being their feast?

But though I tease and taunt and pry

I am still honored you are my ally."

*theatric mandolin strum*

Need I say more?

(You're as much of a gloat as Pres.)

Yes, but I gloat with style.

~Limericist Loki

Ikr? More words crazy fan fics…

-Random person

A Tale of Frost, Ch 1 pt 2

(my writing might be a little different, I seem to be aging a bit too fast)

As Frost, now an ice wolf, raced past the camp that had held him back for so long, his yearning to stay like this increased. To hunt, to be one with the wild, to be something feared and respected. To just leave the problems of society.

Frost skidded to a stop before tumbling over a hill, shifting back from wolf to human. His heart crashed against his rib cage, his head throbbing.

He couldn’t let the amulet take control.

Steadying himself, Frost patted his pockets for his journal, pencil, and flint. He flipped through his journal, the smell of leather and dust making it all the more pleasant to view the stories he had made and recorded.

What had spiked his interest, though, were myths of other story tellers, trapped in a strange world and only able to tell their tales through fires of extraordinary color.

Frost yawned, stretched, and lay himself down on a soft patch of grass.

Tales.

Nothing more but stories of the fantastical.

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Hope you guys had a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Sorry about the short second part, and the gap in between, I’ve been busy lately. My writing has changed for better or for worse, I hope it’s not too much of a problem. Enjoy the story.

- Frost

Here we are.. is the death over?

Is the hatred over?..

Well I don't care

I continue it!

Nothing is over until I deal with it!

Nobody listens

To my ways..

-deathkeeper

President Loki (btw i would make a poem but i feel cringed about it, sorry)

Your a great writer and I think almost everyone supports you and your goal to become a really good writer, good luck!

Slither slithering out!

…..

*Wipes a tear*

That was amazing tribute. You have won my favor. When I become king of the universe, you shall be spared.

…My pinkie toes. I mean, yeah, I do have pinkie toes, so… I guess it works.

Beautiful ballad! Your glorious president approves. I like how you acknowledged by glorious purpose, too. SEE, CL1? I HAVE GLORIOUS PURPOSE!!

- President Loki

Sincerely, Shrikesong

(5/6)

I can't sleep.

Everytime my eyes shut I see Canary, covered in blood and with her neck twisted, crawling towards me. She calls for me, asks me why I couldn't save her.

I stopped believing in the meaning of dreams long ago, and I truely hope this is nothing more than a nightmare, but now I fear I'm losing my mind. In my dreams she drags her claws down trees, and when I wake, I see her claw marks clear as day.

I leave Robin alone more often now. She has Scavenger at least. She'll be okay for a few moments.

~~~~

I've decided to investigate the claw marks further. I believe it's a mountain lion, marking its territory, and somehow the marks seeped into my dreams, leading me to believe it was Canary's mark to make me remember her.

If there is a mountain lion here, I need to take care of it quickly, before it finds my den. Robin and Scavenger are in danger so long as the creature stays.

Besides, it will take my mind off of the nightmares.

~~~~

Littlehare, can you hear me?

It's me.

I'm dying, Littlehare.

I found the mountain lion. I stumbled onto it by accident, but by the time it pounced, I was too confused to defend myself. I managed to kick it off at some point, but as it lunged at me, I kept seeing Canary's face. I was frozen. It ripped me to peices.

I can't stand. Can hardly breathe.

Can't keep my eyes open...

I need you to take care of my little Robin. The mountain lion ran off in the direction of my den. Don't let it find her, or Scavenger. Please.

I'm tired, Littlehare....

I don't think I was meant to be a mother. Nothing worked out right.

And Canary...

Are you listening too?

I'm sorry, little one. I'm so sorry. Do you blame me for your death? For everything? I suppose I'll know soon enough, won't I?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,

Shrikesong

~CL1

Sincerely, Shrikesong

(4/6)

Robin is a survior. She learns quickly, too. I don't believe it was a mistake she was the last one standing.

We don't speak to each other much. There's no need. It's an interesting thing, living with someone you know so well you go about your life in mostly silence. You and Duskwind were close. Did you ever need to speak to each other, or could you just understand one another as brothers?

I look forward to the day when I get to watch her first hunt.

~~~~

We have a little intruder in our territory. She's a coyote, a small one, just a pup. I don't think she's alone, but she never comes with anyone else. The first time she just sat and watched as Robin and I ate. After a while, Robin stood up and gave her a sliver of meat. The coyote pup snatched it and ran off, and that was that.

A few days later, she came back, and Robin gave her more food. I've never seen my little Robin so generous, but then, Canary wasn't the best example, was she?

How is Canary? Is she still ... unusual?

Best not to dwell on her.

Anyhow, the little coyote pup has become close to Robin. There are times I return to the den and she's curled up next to Robin, asleep, or they're running around playing a game. I imagine the little coyote is what Canary could have been...

I've taken to calling the coyote pup Scavenger. She seems to like it.

~~~~

Scavenger seems to spend more time with us than her own family, or wherever she goes when she leaves us. I've taken to hunting enough for three. Sometimes she takes her bit and runs off, sometimes she sits and eats with us.

What kind of wolf must I sound like? One who hunts for her coywolf daughter and a stray coyote pup. Maybe there was a time when I would have sneered at the thought, but I suppose motherhood has changed me.

~~~~

Canary haunts my every dream. I always find myself running to the den, seeing her standing over all of my dead pups, covered in blood.

It terrifies me, what she might have been capable of if Robin hadn't fought back.

I birthed a monster.

I can't help but wonder if she had been around her grandparents or you and Duskwind, would she have turned out better? Was it a flaw with me? Or was she doomed to be a monster all along.

Tell me she's better in the Forever Grounds. Tell me she's better with you. I hope you are a better uncle than I was a mother.

Give me peace of mind, Littlehare,

Shrikesong

~CL1

Sincerely, Shrikesong

(3/6)

The day has come.

The pups exited the den for the first time. It was a mixture of excitement and fear. They didn't go far, just played outside. I sat close by at all times, trying to split my attention on them evenly. Eventually I realized I hadn't seen Wren in a while.

Or Canary.

I called Robin back to the den and ran off to search for the other two, but it didn't take me long to find Canary, holding her brother by the neck like a wolf carrying a deer carcass. He was still alive, barely, but I'd gotten there too late and he closed his eyes for good moments after I got there.

Part of me wanted to leave Canary there. To drag her far from the den as food for some wandering scavenger.

But she is still my child.

And I cannot bear to lose another.

Tell me what to do, Littlehare. Canary won't be satisfied until she is an only child, but Robin is hotheaded, and I hardly think she'll be one to sit down and take her sister's sadistic behavior.

One of them will kill the other, or both will die trying.

~~~~

I have held off hunting as long as I could, but I can wait no longer. The pups and I are starving and soon they'll be at eachother's throats.

I have never asked anything of the ancestors until now. Watch over my pups, keep them from killing each other.

Please.

~~~~

My pleas must not have reached the Forever Grounds, Littlehare.

I returned to the den with a pair of rabbits, only to find Robin eating her sister's body. Canary's neck had been snapped. Her face still held the wide-eyed stare of an animal that knows it is about to take its final breath.

She didn't have to explain. The scratches on her back said that Canary had attacked her while her back was turned, a fatal mistake that Robin could not leave unpunished. Even still, the survivor in her would not allow good food to go to waste. She was hungry, and Canary was dead, so she made the most of it.

It was sickening, to say the least, but somehow, it was also a relief. I myself had feared I would wake in the middle of the night with Canary trying her hardest to claw my throat open. She was no threat at her size.

But she would grow up eventually, and her sadistic, violent tendencies might have grown with her.

Perhaps the ancestors heard my plea after all. This might have been a mercy in disguise, making a tough decision so I didn't have to.

I do hope that Canary finds a peace of mind in the Forever Grounds, and that her brothers can find some way to forgive her.

Still, my little Robin is on her own now. I will protect her with my life.

Keep my pups safe, Littlehare,

Shrikesong

~CL1