Where Art is Found pt2 by KaguriaKitsune, literature
Literature
Where Art is Found pt2
The sun had come as it always does with sounds of birds and the humble city streets coming alive with bustling business. The weeks had passed with nearly a blink, the work day cancelled for today the festival was to be the highlight of their year. "Come dear brother! It is festival day! The city will be oh so beautiful and with the day off we should enjoy our hard earned wages and have the most joyous of times!" Her haste made the thin boy smile behind his curtained fringe as his sister busied herself preparing for a day of fun, food, and her personal favorite; costumes. He climbed out of his modest bunk, put on his usual frock and button trousers. But for today, he didn't reach for the worn and comfortable old shoes; today he brandished a pair of shining new boots. Short at the leg for his height but he prefered the comfort of them, the hand detail of swirls and patterns in the leather was made bold by the dying he had pained away at. The colors complimented his simple garments and
The Vixen and the Wolf by KaguriaKitsune, literature
Literature
The Vixen and the Wolf
It had been many years since she laid eyes on the hill behind the temple gardens. Such a long time ago it seemed that the young apple tree bore fruit every season. The hollow at its center was worn and covered in vines, around it more trees grew as birds and beast carried seed and pollen to the hill side. No longer did its branches bend with bright colors of red and gold, but still they were strong and green. The shaded corner at its roots now a land of shadow for resting from the sun’s rays. But no longer beneath the shade was a wolf awaiting her return. His prints long faded from the soil and grass from the passing years of a path no longer used. Still, she smiled at the memory walking up the hillside to its crest laying a gentle touch on the old tree. How many years had gone by since she came? How many seasons forgotten in her absence? “Did he ever return old friend?” She wondered aloud walking a circle around the now much larger trunk. “I wonder if he ever returned hoping I’d be
The world of The Pirate Balthasar is (c) to ~Dedasaur (https://www.deviantart.com/dedasaur)
Characters and crew are also (c) Deda-chan
This is a fanfiction spin off of the main story please do not; copy, edit, re-post, or re-blog without permission of myself AND Dedasaur. Thank you
Summary: This is a tale of how a lonely pair of siblings found their way through hardship and heartache to a paradise of freedom and color. Each seeking only what she could give, a place Where Art is Found.
The night was dark and bleak, fire and rain were everywhere. I remember little of the night those men came into our home, I do not remember if it was early evening or late dark, but I do rem
they drove in silence, occationally turning down a different street when the gps unit indicated they needed too. slowly they left the city, soon finding themselves driving along country roads. Leo raised an eyeridge. wha could Dante want all the way out here.
"STOP. YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT YOUR DESTINATION."
Coming to a stop Leo and Raph looked around. in front of them the road they had been driving along continued onward. to their right a smaller private road lead up towards what looked like a large mansion. as they scanned the house Dante's voice began to speak. "this house is owned by Arthur Doyle. he's a computer genius who's worked on some o
Refelction The city scape is marred by the curtain of refreshing rain while the thunder and lightning drown out the noise below. He loved these nights, the storms and power of nature raging over the city. The slick rooftops did nothing to hinder his movements as he raced from the lair to the docks the pelting raindrops sending slaps of reprehend as he ran forward. He wasn't supposed to be out, none of them were, they were supposed to hide, stay beneath the world, and never be known. Sure, being a mutated science experiment wasn't the first thing people wanted to see, but still. The rain awoke his heart and his body pushing forward, moving forward, the only gear he could use. It started in play, something to pass the lonely nights and long days hidden deep beneath the filth of New York. Something to share and hold onto. The first caresses where innocent and clumsy, the first kisses brutal and hungry, and it just grew. Moving forward and fast, at a speed none of them
Summary: Summary: It had been almost a year since the transformation but this was the first spring, little did they know what the season would bring. Notes: Warning- T-cest/Oc/BL/Hetero Pairings: RxL DxM JxL OT4+1 "Wanna have some fun Raphie?" The bright blue eyes looking up at the hot-headed brother promised a new experience that was sure to show him a whole new world. The scent from a female, his lover, and now the possessive male was making Leo’s head swim with too many signals. The kiss had been powerful, strong, and captivating; everything Raphael was as a turtle, and he LOVED it. Mikey’s kisses along his neck drew mewls and churrs of various octaves from the blue banded leader as Raph continued his advances on his mouth. But lower, there was a very neglected piece of himself that was starting to hurt. “Raphie. . . please. . .” using a light touch he tried to lead the powerful hands to his member whimpering when all it earned him was a calloused brush of knuckles. “Easy big
Where Art is Found pt2 by KaguriaKitsune, literature
Literature
Where Art is Found pt2
The sun had come as it always does with sounds of birds and the humble city streets coming alive with bustling business. The weeks had passed with nearly a blink, the work day cancelled for today the festival was to be the highlight of their year. "Come dear brother! It is festival day! The city will be oh so beautiful and with the day off we should enjoy our hard earned wages and have the most joyous of times!" Her haste made the thin boy smile behind his curtained fringe as his sister busied herself preparing for a day of fun, food, and her personal favorite; costumes. He climbed out of his modest bunk, put on his usual frock and button trousers. But for today, he didn't reach for the worn and comfortable old shoes; today he brandished a pair of shining new boots. Short at the leg for his height but he prefered the comfort of them, the hand detail of swirls and patterns in the leather was made bold by the dying he had pained away at. The colors complimented his simple garments and
The Vixen and the Wolf by KaguriaKitsune, literature
Literature
The Vixen and the Wolf
It had been many years since she laid eyes on the hill behind the temple gardens. Such a long time ago it seemed that the young apple tree bore fruit every season. The hollow at its center was worn and covered in vines, around it more trees grew as birds and beast carried seed and pollen to the hill side. No longer did its branches bend with bright colors of red and gold, but still they were strong and green. The shaded corner at its roots now a land of shadow for resting from the sun’s rays. But no longer beneath the shade was a wolf awaiting her return. His prints long faded from the soil and grass from the passing years of a path no longer used. Still, she smiled at the memory walking up the hillside to its crest laying a gentle touch on the old tree. How many years had gone by since she came? How many seasons forgotten in her absence? “Did he ever return old friend?” She wondered aloud walking a circle around the now much larger trunk. “I wonder if he ever returned hoping I’d be
The world of The Pirate Balthasar is (c) to ~Dedasaur (https://www.deviantart.com/dedasaur)
Characters and crew are also (c) Deda-chan
This is a fanfiction spin off of the main story please do not; copy, edit, re-post, or re-blog without permission of myself AND Dedasaur. Thank you
Summary: This is a tale of how a lonely pair of siblings found their way through hardship and heartache to a paradise of freedom and color. Each seeking only what she could give, a place Where Art is Found.
The night was dark and bleak, fire and rain were everywhere. I remember little of the night those men came into our home, I do not remember if it was early evening or late dark, but I do rem
they drove in silence, occationally turning down a different street when the gps unit indicated they needed too. slowly they left the city, soon finding themselves driving along country roads. Leo raised an eyeridge. wha could Dante want all the way out here.
"STOP. YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT YOUR DESTINATION."
Coming to a stop Leo and Raph looked around. in front of them the road they had been driving along continued onward. to their right a smaller private road lead up towards what looked like a large mansion. as they scanned the house Dante's voice began to speak. "this house is owned by Arthur Doyle. he's a computer genius who's worked on some o
Refelction The city scape is marred by the curtain of refreshing rain while the thunder and lightning drown out the noise below. He loved these nights, the storms and power of nature raging over the city. The slick rooftops did nothing to hinder his movements as he raced from the lair to the docks the pelting raindrops sending slaps of reprehend as he ran forward. He wasn't supposed to be out, none of them were, they were supposed to hide, stay beneath the world, and never be known. Sure, being a mutated science experiment wasn't the first thing people wanted to see, but still. The rain awoke his heart and his body pushing forward, moving forward, the only gear he could use. It started in play, something to pass the lonely nights and long days hidden deep beneath the filth of New York. Something to share and hold onto. The first caresses where innocent and clumsy, the first kisses brutal and hungry, and it just grew. Moving forward and fast, at a speed none of them
Summary: Summary: It had been almost a year since the transformation but this was the first spring, little did they know what the season would bring. Notes: Warning- T-cest/Oc/BL/Hetero Pairings: RxL DxM JxL OT4+1 "Wanna have some fun Raphie?" The bright blue eyes looking up at the hot-headed brother promised a new experience that was sure to show him a whole new world. The scent from a female, his lover, and now the possessive male was making Leo’s head swim with too many signals. The kiss had been powerful, strong, and captivating; everything Raphael was as a turtle, and he LOVED it. Mikey’s kisses along his neck drew mewls and churrs of various octaves from the blue banded leader as Raph continued his advances on his mouth. But lower, there was a very neglected piece of himself that was starting to hurt. “Raphie. . . please. . .” using a light touch he tried to lead the powerful hands to his member whimpering when all it earned him was a calloused brush of knuckles. “Easy big
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