The Royal Theatre
Beyond the main portion of Diras castle keep, between the memorial garden, dedicated to the kings and queens of Frewyn's past, and the latrine tower, a place where everyone in the keep must visit but where no one wished to venture, was the Royal Theatre. It was called royal due to its origin in being constructed for the enlivenment and entertainment of the king and Frewyn nobility, but over the many years of its various exhibitions and staged depictions, with the declining gradations of quality in the performances and the diminishment of the general interest thereof, the theatre was opened to the Frewyn publ
TRADITIONAL ANIMATED FEATURE FILMS OF THE 1990's by LEXLOTHOR, literature
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TRADITIONAL ANIMATED FEATURE FILMS OF THE 1990's
Some time ago I posted a series of reviews on DA of what I considered to be the best animated features of the 1990's. I chose that decade for the simple fact that more English language animated features were released in that time span than during the previous three decades COMBINED. It was a fleeting period of Renaissance for the art form. It was a golden age of traditional animation, the artistic equivalent of Periclean Athens. The reason for this is that the moribund Disney Studios suddenly escaped from the doldrums that it had been in since the death of Walt Disney. This transient boom began with the release of “The Little Mermaid
Little Red Ridding Hood ft. Oc DND Characters by zenkai97, literature
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Little Red Ridding Hood ft. Oc DND Characters
Little Red Riding Hood:
The Dungeons and Dragons version
Yes it is a re-imagining of the story
By zenkai97
Once upon a time, there lived a girl who wore a red hood. A hood that hid her face and is often seen with it everywhere. She's often called Little Red Ridding Hood or some may call her Little Red since there too lazy to say her full nickname. No ever even calls her by her real name. In fact, I don't know her real name. Who gives a f*&%! Lets get back to the story!
Today is a day where Little Red has to visit her Grandmother by herself. Her mother just thought that she can handle it so she just packed her some food in a basket and let
Menace in the Forest by whitestormclouds, literature
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Menace in the Forest
I’ve lived in the Felarya for quite sometime now which is an accomplishment that not alot of people can say they’ve obtained. There’s no real system of education so you kind of just pick up info as you go along. And one thing I’ve noticed in all my years in Serenityland is that Predators don’t seem to be that organized. I mean, yeah, they sometimes form gangs to attack caravans and other harder to hit targets. But other than that, even with their nearly sentient intelligence, they don’t seem to organize the way humans do.
I’ve heard stories about an ancient civilization made up of Dridders along ti
The rain fell always downward, day and night. There were times of drizzle, and times of downpour, but the rain was relentless. The soggy earth was spongy, and puddles speckled the sprawling forest floor, but the earth welcomed the waters with surprising thirst. There was not a beast within the forest that knew of a dry coat, nor hard earth.
The plentiful foilage attracted many grazers from wide and far, sporting more life than the space should accommodate. Yet the number of hunters was plenty too, from bands of wolves to mongoose, and tigers too. The forest always seemed to be thrumming with the noise of movement or growling. It was never
Titanic Mermaid: Chapter One {Rough Draft} by MariCorsair, literature
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Titanic Mermaid: Chapter One {Rough Draft}
A soft giggle left my pale lips as I frisked around the large caved in room, clad in fine jewels and old hats as the eels and rattails followed behind me in interest. I smiled at them and twirled, bubbles floating and raising my white locks high above my head. This was my favorite thing to do in this room, dance and sparkle in the dim light of my fin. I’m not sure why, but I assume that’s what this area was for. I could just see the people spinning and skipping along in their fancy dresses and legs when the ship was new, before it was mine; when it still floated in the world above and was the most talked about thing there was a
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Yeva was dead before she reached the end of the Rainy Forest, but her legs didn't stop moving. Her eyes were nearly shut and the blood dripping from gaping wounds had become hard. It caked her fur and speckled her white face. Something in the deer's still heart compelled her to walk. Although Yeva would never have admitted in life or in death, her body was desperately seeking its way home. A home long abandoned, on a path she didn't remember.
It was nightfall that finally she collapsed into the river. Even the lingering willpower of the wood spirit couldn't keep her body upright. She lay upon the bank and the waters c
She dropped the empty cup of chicken ramen noodles into the garbage before leaving her claimed spot at the park picnic area. Ramen wasn’t exactly good for her, nor in this instance when it came to the cheap cup of ramen she had purchased from the dollar store, good in general, but it was the best she was going to get from this shoddy excuse for a town. With a belch of irritation that could only come from cheap processed food, the snow leopard walked back over to her spot at the table and grabbed her backpack. She was a thin figure that almost stood six feet tall. She had long black hair that fell past her shoulders which sat atop a