This was a violation against his rights!
He who has served without failure, who has gone above and beyond, who has done everything that one could do, who has worked for so long to make the world as it was, he who shines the brightest, the strongest of the strong, a frog! This was a violation, that witch, she had no right to take one look at him, dismiss him, mock him, think that he was not good enough at all, and he had lashed out, killed her, he was sure he had shredded her to pieces, but she came back, mocked him more and then cursed him.
A frog in the mud then it was.
This would not be the end of him, this would not be how it ends, he will live, always, he always comes back, he always finds a way to overcome everything that is thrown at him and this will be no different than all the times before, as he sat there for a moment and sighed, this pond, he hated it, he hated this lilypad, he hated everything that there was here, he had no powers, none he was trapped and so he was going to have to try and escape, get out of this pond, this garden and try and find, someone, anyone at all that can help him!
Have you ever seen a woman this large before? At the very least, more on the features of some type of Amazonian dream that perverted males imagined in their thoughts outside of his tiny given sight in the current time. Perhaps that was the intention all along! Become the fantasy of stylish periodicals catering to the gaze of tainted brains that might easily be spat out with a strong slap to the temple as if cleaning pee water from the eardrums.
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สแดแดแด ๊ฑสแดแดแด ษช๊ฑ แดสแดแดษด๊ฑแดแด
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Frequently, she finds herself in other universes, seeking an experimental life in which she may witness angels die and creatures bow to her will. Resistance becomes the person in charge of flogging the whips.
So, what was this? It had the vigor of something, but not that of a real amphibian. However, one may consider eating a snack. She had previously eaten a few sons and manly men before encountering such a scene.
Darkness beacons, dread hovering over the creature imbued with old magick much inferior to hers.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Always one for theatrics to see if she could get a little piss flowing down the legs. It was more of a need for comedy. HONESTLY!
Uncovering the top like a well as she lingered above with snaked lilacs illuminated. Fangs glistened into a curled smile as if she were approachableโwhich, in some ways, she was. That was not the case. Do not put your confidence in this. Witches? Oh, darling, she might as well have been the original breed.
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" Why... What do we have here? A defenseless tiny soul in need of assistance? How...Melancholy..."
Listen out for any stomach-churning signals.
