Posts by Xana

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

  • OH GOD, CHARTREUSE EVERYWHERE! [[ Mythel's art gallery! ]]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; text-align: center]

    [font=veranda]I would say I hat3 all of you
    but 3sprit's also h3r3 so I would b3 lying
    I just hat3 th3 humans




    I'm the one thing standing between you and death you better change your attitude




    or should I say




    you butter change your attitude




    aaaaaaaaaaaah




    No.

  • Weekly Random Facts About Mythel's Characters!

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; text-align: center]

    [font=veranda] [size=25pt]Dragon hoard (headcanon).[/size]







    Quote

    Every dragon likes to hoard stuff, obviously. It's part of their legacy. But some dragons stray from the norm of pearls, gems, gold, shiny stuff in general, or... bones.
    Some dragons like to collect stuff that they like other than gold (which they'll still have, but not as in the extreme as the others.)


    Regsunari, for example likes to collect cat plushies of all sizes. And sweaters. And any nightblood dragon toys he can get his tiny front talons on.


    Louias likes string, and balls of yarn.

  • Weekly Random Facts About Mythel's Characters!

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; text-align: center]

    [font=veranda]REGSU COLLECTS TOYS THAT ARE BLACK SPARKLY DRAGON PLUSHIES
    AND HAS A WHOLE TREASURE TROVE OF SWEATERS AND SCARVES AND PLUSHIES AND GOLD COINS AND PEARLS AND MORE SWEATERS AND BIG FLUFFY BLANKETS

  • Weekly Random Facts About Mythel's Characters!

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; text-align: center]

    [font=veranda]Three Letters Back
    Volume II
    Middle of chapter 25
    English translated sneak peak:




















    Funny business.






















    "That's Ravenna?" a kid's voice came from behind Mythel and the other Royals.
    "He doesn't look so scary. More like a ... 14-ft clown."




    The adults turned the face the pre-teen with chuckles.
    "Oh sh-t..."
    "Kid's a pistol."
    "Watch out-"




    "A clown, huh?" Mythel chuckled, causing the Royals to snicker some more and cover their mouths with their hands. M approached the kid with his hands in his pockets.




    "Ravenna Trader's no clown, I can tell you that," he cleared his throat as he continued; "and he's definitely no laughing matter. He's one of the smartest and most dangerous trolls you will hopefully never meet."




    The smaller male arched an uninterested eyebrow as M spoke again; "Don't doubt him. You'd think, that because he's rabid, he can't think rationally, or think before he attacks. That he will attack anything that moves. And that if you don't move, he'll dismiss you and move on... no. You stare at him," the Prince leaned down to be eye-level with the kid; "and he stares right back. He has eyes you will never see again, but will hopefully never see. These are the eyes of a psychopath. Evaluating you."




    M had made a full circle around him by now, "then, before you can blink, he attacks. Now, he doesn't bother to bite your jugular or arms like a regular rabid animal, no. Instead, he comes at you with this:"




    Mythel took his hand from his pocket, wielding a monstrous, silver talon that was larger than his palm. The kid's eyes widened, fear suddenly gripping him as soon as he saw it.




    "Ravenna lost this trying to attack my Sideline... a 12-inch retractable claw. He has ten of these, on each finger. Ten smaller ones on his toes, and two even larger ones hidden above his ankles. He uses it to slice you open here-" the Prince ran the claw across the kid's chest, "...or maybe across your stomach, spilling your blood, fat and guts all over the floor."




    M leaned down in front of the petrified child with his gaping mouth and wide eyes and smiled sugary sweet, "Point is... you're still alive... when he starts to eat you. So... try to show a little respect, okay?"




    Slowly, the kid nodded, and Mythel got up with a huff.




    "...why do they insist on bringing their children...?"