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Curiosity killed the cat...Schrödinger was too curious for his own good. Well, more accurately for his cat’s good. Sure, he probably didn’t mean to kill the poor creature; maybe he honestly believed that if he didn’t look in the box, then the cat would still be alive. There was, after all, no proof to the contrary. But nevertheless, in the minds of cats everywhere ‘Schrödinger’ became the ultimate curse. Worse even than ‘dog’. It might strike you as odd then, that Tam called his human a Schrödinger everyday. It wasn’t that Tam was particularly vulgar; more that it suCuriosity killed the cat...
by ~ShadowKess
A Fairy Tale CSI: ......Sleeping BeautyA Fairy Tale CSI: ...
The night was predictably dreary when Strife was called to the church. Predictable because people always turned up dead on dreary nights. The clouds brought out something dark in human nature that inevitably led to violence.
What was unpredictable was that the intended victim was still alive. Unconscious, but definitely breathing. It was the murderer who was dead. He was wanted in seven cities, but somehow had ended with his throat torn out and unusual deep scratches on his back. Certainly a unique way to get caught.
The church looked more like a palace from outside. Inside huge stain
by ~ShadowKess
OathbreakerEnter the ides of May. When the cucumbers ripen and the leprechauns grow four leaved clovers from their bonny green caps.Oathbreaker
It is also the birthday of the most treacherous bastard I know.
And Goddess knows I love him for it.
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He wondered if she’d seen it coming. His betrayal that is. He’d been plotting ways to break that oath for years, waiting for the day when he was finally old enough.
On the ides of May he turned 18.
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When we were children we were inseparable. I would follow him around, and we’d play kickball, cl
by ~ShadowKess
Of Cursed Kings and WizardsThe Wizard paced the sand covered tiles of the foyer, irritating the cat perched precariously on his shoulder. Every sharp-heeled turn nearly propelled the familiar from its position. Other workers of various schools of arcanery leant against the walls, sprawled across the few benches, or otherwise rested their laurels – or robe-tails as the case may be. Their collective motley waited on the summons from the King beyond the enormous doors of the hall. Various kinds of materia and alchemical substances littered the floor as some prepared last minute cures and hoaxes in a bid to claim the reward for curing the Curse.Of Cursed Kings and Wizards
The cat,
by ~ShadowKess
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