Power

Yes, most of the time.

Same here. I plan out stories, but find it hard to put on paper. I make maps and have made a massive family tree. 😆

It may sound childish, but it pretty amazing, well written. The Green Embers series in short is about rabbits with sword trying to reconquer their land from wolves and birds of prey . The first book is kinda slow in the middle, but besides that, they’re one of the best series I’ve ever read. For me it’s up there with the Wingfeather Saga and the…[Read more]

The one before this one. (I cleaned it up and didn’t save the original copy.)

Fan art, FUN!!!

This is a human version of Weezer, from the Green Embers series, that I drew then put through a face changing app.

Hello, Bonjour, Hola, Goedendag, and Anyoung haseyo! (And yes I did just look those up 😉) Glad to make my acquaintance… errr your acquaintance 🤔. I’m new here and  don’t know much about scratchen with the old quill pen, so if you need sage advice I recommend conversing with one of the more learned individuals! By the way, did I introduce…[Read more]

Greetings and salutations,  I am Power or The Black Mongoose for short! I’m me, but since you don’t know who me is I’ll give a short description of him. Five foot, nine inches, and some fraction or other. Great planner, but not so great doer of plans planned. Enjoyer of old and odd weaponry. Oh, and I like Geometry! But now I needs fly from the…[Read more]

@abigail-m Maybe A Warriors Heart or Goofhack the Blabber.

@daisy-torres Technically all socks have holes, if they didn’t you couldn’t get your feet in them (so perhaps hoping for everyone’s socks to be holeless isn’t as good an idea as first I thought. Or maybe it’s better! *evil snicker*)

@ariel-f If you would like to look into military b strategy you might want to look at The Art of War by Sun Tzu. If…[Read more]

 @daisy-torres Yay, glad of that I could make y’all laugh!

Green Ember not Embers

Here’s some Green Embers poetry

Morbin

The big black bird

High in the sky

His sickle swings

And rabbits do cry

 

The fear of his talon

His mighty screech

His sharp beak

His far reach

 

All in Morbin

Just a bird

But for miles

His cry can be heard

 

So this is why

The rabbits fear

Because a hawk

Can destroy what’s dear

 

But I…[Read more]

   @hallie-jean Thanks for the kind words! I also only dabble in poetry, here and there, once a blue moon (I “might” have chosen my best ones for my grand entry 🙄(Have to make a good impression right!)).
   And no, I don’t think it’s bad that you relate to them. These poems in particular were written at times when I was feeling some of the emo…[Read more]