Free III.FreeFree III. by ~PokemonRangerRiley
Ash knew that she would die here. Crow would drain her of all her blood, and then he would leave her body her for animals to take care of. She pulled at Crow’s hair, at his pointed elf-like ears, anything she could get a hold off, trying to get him off of her.
No matter what she did, she just couldn’t get him off. She pushed him, but he wouldn’t let go. She could feel herself growing weaker (or maybe that was the adrenaline wearing off), her knees threatening to give out, but she knew that even if they did Crow wouldn’t let her fall.
She was muttering incoherently when Crow finally loosened his grip. She would have fallen, if he wasn’t there to catch her and sit her on the ground, leaning her against the wall and holding her steady.
“That wouldn’t have been pretty,” he said, laughing a little. He wiped some blood off his face with his free hand. That was her blood. The blood of a pooka. It was so rare, a deep purple color that c
Free II.FreeFree II. by ~PokemonRangerRiley
The pooka - not in its horse form anymore, but now posing as a fox - stared at its unwanted companion. Crow stared right back, meeting yellow with scarlet. He had his face cupped with his hands, just staring back, with a curious look. The pooka knew a bit about his kind. Vampires. They weren’t like pooka in the sense that they were practically unknown. Everyone knew about vampires. He wasn’t a human, but he was still an outsider. It wasn’t sure if it would ever trust him.
Trust was a big deal with vampires. Crow trusted it - he didn’t even know its name -, and it knew that he wouldn’t have revealed his true form if there wasn’t a strong sense of trust present. Why? It didn’t know him, why did he trust it so much?
“A sly fox for a sly pooka,” he said after a few minutes, breaking the awkward tension that had formed in the forest. He offered a little smile, but it was not returned. “Heh, looks like I’m going
Free I.FreeFree I. by ~PokemonRangerRiley
It was strange, for the dark horse to be out in broad daylight. It knew someone could have seen it, but it wasn’t all that worried. People knew to stay away from it, or at least they should have. In this day and age, not many still believed- it doubted anyone in America had even heard of it.
The black horse let out a little snicker. It felt like making mischief, but during the day it would surely attract attention the horse most certainly did not want.
It picked up a brisk trotting speed before picking up a full gallop. The horse’s mane - dark as coal - blew in the wind, its hooves clip clopping a steady rhythm on the cobblestone. It felt like it could take on the world, even if it longed for a companion. Be it another horse, or a rider, it didn’t matter. It had lived a lonely life since losing its parents; even after seven years, it still couldn’t cope with the fact that they were gone.
The horse came to a stop, wanting to rest for a momen
don't blinkdon’t blinkdon't blink by ~PokemonRangerRiley
blink and it takes you.
what of you now?
you’re just words in a story now,
waiting for the day you will be alive again.
the moment they are seen, they freeze into rock.
and you can’t kill a stone
of course, a stone can’t kill you either.
if you blink, you’re gone.
the statue’s alive.
the angel is the last thing you’ll see.
you think you’re safe.
it’s just a statue,
but then you turn your head away.
then you blink…
and oh yes it can.
now it can hurt you.
now it can get you.
killing you softly.
don’t even blink
blink and you’re dead.
they are fast
faster than you could ever believe.
don’t turn your back
don’t look away
and don’t blink.
the angel will kill you.
you won’t see it coming.
it’s just a statue, right?
whatever you do