Aniphine

When she’d brought the brute of a mutant to Sanctuary originally, Preston had been hesitant. After some time to reflect, he’d decided it was a good idea to have the General well protected, and at the very least, when those two weren’t together, Strong provided solid protection for the town. But then she couldn’t even get along with the creature, which created an issue. An issue that came in the form of a very angry Super Mutant that couldn’t be calmed – not by any citizen, and not by the very person who had convinced him to settle to begin with. “Look, General, I think it’s important that you

The rebel was just too fast. The assassin they were warned against, the one that came in and out of the public’s eye only long enough to take a life, had been faster than he’d ever seen. His head lulls idly to the side, and pain shoots down from his throat like fire pressed to his skin. His comrades lie dead and blank eyed on either side of him, but there he was, remaining. The blade of the white cloaked death must have missed its mark by only a breath. But not to its discredit, because he could feel the life slowly draining out of him as his blood seeped onto the cobblestone. The soldier tries to roll to his side in a futile ho

David Kane, you told me with a quick nod of your head. Sounded like a stage name to me, but who am I to judge with a name like mine? Sunshine Smiles... I'm sure it was cute when I was little. You weren't a cowboy. Oh, I had seen plenty of them before. Sure, you had the hat and you walked with that signature look to you, but you weren't no Brahmen-busting wrangler. But you weren't a blockhead mercenary either. Mercenary, yes, but you didn't fit the bill for the kind I had seen around here before. Didn't stop me from keeping an eye on you though. Because I knew your kind. You think you're the badass of the town and everyone should back off.

So this was it. All she had worked for.  All she had fought for.  All she had lost. For this. Chell's breath slowed to silence as her eyes slowly, carefully scanned the horizon.  The warm, gentle heat of the sun high above her, engulfing all senses and enveloping her in its comfort as a dull, but persistent breeze slipped and mingled through the wheat field and cooled her skin.  A vast and golden wheat field spanned for miles before her, making her analytical mind reel from the thought of judging the distance.  The sea of bright golden stocks, swaying peacefully in the gentle breeze with a rhythm that seemed nothing like the man-made or ma

When she’d brought the brute of a mutant to Sanctuary originally, Preston had been hesitant. After some time to reflect, he’d decided it was a good idea to have the General well protected, and at the very least, when those two weren’t together, Strong provided solid protection for the town. But then she couldn’t even get along with the creature, which created an issue. An issue that came in the form of a very angry Super Mutant that couldn’t be calmed – not by any citizen, and not by the very person who had convinced him to settle to begin with. “Look, General, I think it’s important that you

The sun was setting just behind the city of Whiterun, hitting it in just a way that it doused the world around her in an auburn hue and a dusk chill settled subtlety in the air.  Whiterun seemed like an ideal city; fortified behind its strong walls and perched on a hilltop, with the palace at its peak.   A peaceful tranquility seemed to settle gently over the world, as the day neared its end, as well as the Dragonborn.  She simply sat; her eyes gazed absentmindedly into the orange glow of the sun and noticed faintly the dim moons above her grew slowly brighter.  Her arm resting, with a half finished sw

All she could do is pray.  Try to scream the desperate plea for divine intervention in her mind; her lungs failing to spare oxygen for spoken words as they struggled to sustain themselves. It was too late to turn back, too late to apologize and too late to escape. Running was futile.  She knew it, but she couldn't bring herself to stop.  Human instinct for self preservation refused to let her slow in her fierce run and wouldn't let her look back to see if the hulking forms of the men who wanted her dead would show like silhouettes in the darkness of the forest. Her bare feet pounded like thunder against the mulch-y forest floor, ignoring t

It started off as just making a point. America expected England to see reason after he showed he was capable himself. England always managed to make a statement with brute force -- by not taking anything but results in return. England thought America was bluffing -- being obnoxious little brat and eventually the colony would get over it. Arthur found it simply annoying. He didn't take it seriously. Their voices rang harshly in the confines of the small colonial home. America's once meek and innocent voice was now convicted and sharp. "It's just not fair! I have people, I have lives being affected! I have a right to be heard. I have a voice