BirdNavalie wiped her brow with a gloved hand, leaving a tiny trail of blood. Clamping her hands around the handkerchief wrapped around her ankle, she cursed the inefficiency of the silky fabric. Her mother was absolutely going to murder her when she saw the state of her riding gown and how her hair was practically bursting forth from the pins set to tame the wild waves. The pain was almost excruciating, and Navalie bit her lip as a tremor of agonizing fire bolted up her thigh.Bird
"Miss Taskuravun? Are you okay?" a soft treble of a voice called out, causing Navalie to jerk her head up. The new stable boy stood in the doorway to the stables, i
The Little Hermit CrabThere once was a tiny little hermit crab that lived in a small tide pool near the ocean. Wedged between three big rocks, she felt safe and sure of her place in life. Every creature in the pool, though they were few in number, had a job in keeping their mutual home a safe, happy, and clean place to live. There were sea urchins, killifish, starfish, snails, barnacles, and many other hermit crabs. She even met another hermit crab and fell in love with him. All was well in her happy little home, though the little hermit crab always wondered about the world outside of the little tide pool. She wondered what kind of creatures lived out tThe Little Hermit Crab
by £deviantWEAR
by £deviantWEAR
New Idea...
Artistic
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"Why! I haven't seen sandwiches this small since I was a lad in short pants! You should have seen my wonderful little legs..."
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Member of *ArtisanCraft =artisanlist *hiredeviantARTISTS =FraCult
Why yes, I do offer commissions
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And this is why I hate you and how I understand that no-one ever knows or loves another... or loves another...
I seem to be better in front of the camera rather than behind it.
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Would she explode like a tomato?
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"Well wiki how about that" ~Raj
Beckett: Shut the front door!
Castle: No time for dirty talk...
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I'm polish. Sorry for mistakes
Avatar by: ~xXMandy20Xx
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