1:829 Trickey #12 by Amethyst Mare
When you are sure that the chimera is long gone, you approach the mound cautiously, lowering your head to inspect the edges, but you drawing back swiftly at the putrid stench, which rises when the pile is stirred with a cautious forepaw. It is nothing of interest at all and is merely the remains of
1:828 Trickey #11 by Amethyst Mare
You circle each other as you are not willing to show your back to the beast when his is a great deal more protected by the writhing snakes. Growling, you break the circle and lunge for the beast, knocking it over on to its back and crushing those snakes under its own weight; they hiss furiously, the
1:827 Trickey #10 by Amethyst Mare
"I'm not a lion!" You snarl in defiance, crouching low. "I'm a sphinx. And you would do well to remember it!"
Your hind legs compress beneath your hindquarters and then you are flying through the air at the beast, propelled and steadied by your wings. When y
1:826 Trickey #9 by Amethyst Mare
"Forgive me for disturbing you," you stammer, unsure of how to avoid an attack: how could you win a fight with this brute anyway? "But I was sent to retrieve a key from you, if you would be so kind as to hand it over? Please?" You add as an afterthought.
"No,&quo
1:825 Trickey #8 by Amethyst Mare
Short of breath and with your head whirling from the attack, you beat your wings wearily away from the harpies, leaving them far behind. Your fur is stained with your own blood but, thankfully, you are not injured too badly, so are able to continue flying at a steady pace. The landscape is changing
1:824 Trickery #7 by Amethyst Mare
The nest is below you and you unsheathe your claws, angling towards the twisted twigs at a shallow, carefully measured dive. Your wings fold in closer to your body, but not completely - for balance and a more cautious descent - the soft feathers brushing your fur lightly, like fingertips trailing ov
1:823 Trickery #6 by Amethyst Mare
Your heart leaps and you scrabble against the bark, ripping off flaky slices as you try to claw your way up the tree. If there are harpies here – whatever they are – surely they would have attacked you by now? They must be away and that red glint must be the eggs you are searching for! It must b
1:822 Trickery #5 by Amethyst Mare
What else can you do? You lift your wings to provide a little shade for your head and begin the long, weary plod towards the distant foliage. The sand burns your paws, though those paws are large enough that the shifting, loose sand does not constantly dislodge you, something that you are subtly gra
1:821 Trickery #4 by Amethyst Mare
"I am confident that you will be able to calculate the locations from the information supplied," the genie continues, turning to leave and fading from sight. "I must simply leave you to it then, sphinx. Ensure that you perform these tasks admirably!"
And with that, he
1:818 Inhuman Relations #17 by Amethyst Mare
"Ah, so that is what you expected..."Â He flashes a brilliant, white smile at you, so charming that your guard is instantly raised. "You expected to come home with me... Well, I deign to take a cold blooded murderer into my company. You deserve every injustice you get here."
1:820 Trickery #3 by Amethyst Mare
Your hackles raise, long, dark hair falling wildly about your face as you lower your head, your body no longer your own and ruled by feral impulse. If the genie could stumble backwards, he would have, but with his current, insubstantial form he only drifts rapidly, his eyes wide in alarm. Though whe
1:817 Inhuman Relations #16 by Amethyst Mare
You get within an arm's length of him before he snaps his head up, but you keep coming forward, misinterpreting his poisonous look as confusion and fear. He reels back in horror as you approach, slamming his hands forcibly into your chest to prevent you from moving any closer, keeping you, quit
1:819 Trickery #2 by Amethyst Mare
What? That cannot be right! How can you have a tail? Leaping to your feet and whirling around in a dizzying tight circle, you realise that you are on all fours. Something has happened to your limbs and you're walking like an animal! Are you an animal? It's not a ridiculous conclusion if yo
1:816 Inhuman Relations #15 by Amethyst Mare
Shocked at the victory and yet full of glee, you prance up to the dragon's head, grabbing a loose lump of rock, which you raise and shatter against the side of the dragon's ghastly, gaping muzzle. Up close, you can appreciate the fine nature of its circular, glittering scales and, if you h
1:815 Trickery #1 by Amethyst Mare
It is never a good idea to insult a genie...
If some well-meaning soul had said that to you, in good faith, any time before this point, you would not have believed them. Who would have believed that genies existed? Not you, of course not - they were just a fairy tale. Something of ficti
1:813 Inhuman Relations #14 by Amethyst Mare
Pinned upon your back, you squirm and shout helplessly as the dragon's muzzle looms above you, jaws parting so close that you can count every razor blade contained within. No, you think, it can't end now! You've come so far, only to fall prey to this thing, no more than a reptile, an
1:814 Sphinx by catprog
As you change you realize that they are sphinx wings. But what kind of sphinx are you becoming.
1:812 Inhuman Relations #13 by Amethyst Mare
Stumbling forward, half blinded by dust and fear, you raise the bow like you would lift an axe, forgetting your years of archery training in an instance. Why did you not find an arrow or something to replace the missing implement before rushing into the fray? The dragon seems to smirk, if a dragon c
1:811 Inhuman Relations #12 by Amethyst Mare
"This is impossible," you mutter miserably, shivering with cold. "I don't even have arrows...how am I to do this? It's impossible."
The trek to the dragon's cave had been uneventful, but a black mood hangs over you like a storm cloud, refusing to spill
1:810 Inhuman Relations #11 by Amethyst Mare
There is a sudden constriction around your throat, an unrelenting, choking hold. Startled, you reflexively battle to draw breath, inhaling in a lungful of bitter, black water. It doesn't seem so warm and pleasant anymore - not with this fierce burning in your chest and the instinctive need to c