Panda of Pandemonium
Anime enthusiast gone rogue!
The Panda of Pandemonium roams the lands writing and reviewing life, while lending an ear to those in need.
“Everything you do should be a learning experience, even when you’re having fun.”
Alliances (Pt 5/6)
“I cannot believe Lillith found a host for both herself and Fenrir. This is quite fortuitous. Don’t you agree, Kalinin?” Stepping through the gaseous green lit portal Gireon created, Rostislav took a deep smiling breath. Miroslav Kalinin, not amused, glanced back to ensure the portals full closure before speaking. The fact that Gireon had created the portals directly in front of the queen meant that his abilities were getting stronger.
Dream Battle (Pt. 4 challenge)
Being taken by surprise was not something to which Fergalo was accustomed. Every muscle tightened as he rose to his full imposing height. Crimson veins, as if force feeding its energy, began to show. His bodies muscles began to swell, doubling in density. Senses heightened by adrenaline bolstered his responses. The creatures arm now shifted into a massive blade shimmering of elemental power. Surging electricity crackled across its surface.
Where are we!? (Challenge series Pt. 3)
Fergalo’s eyes flickered a few times. A swirling storm of pain swelling behind them. “Wha…where...ugh…” Failing to sit up, his large, furred hand fell against his face shading them.
The guards return
Rising from the mists, surreal in creation, a wall peaks through the trees. Cresting the hyperion forest it flickers in and out of vision along the ridge. No matter how you approached, a mirage of magnificent forestry enveloped in the mists meets ones gaze. But underneath the projected imagery, a 40ft thick wall of Tremacite resided. A material so durable, the strongest earthquakes couldn’t destroy them. Three thousand miles in circumference, it houses the majority of the military might of the greatest civilization known to Samura. Farmlands, waterways, towns…all of them leading to the jeweled city; Trizanthia. The crowning achievement of the werewolf race, Trizanthia has remained hidden in these mountains for centuries. Within the palace grounds one being sits upon a gilded seat. Fur covered fingers coated in warm chocolate icing reach down for another piece of cake.
Nowhere left to turn...
“He’s here.” “No, no he’s not!” “I’m telling you he’s here Fergalo!” His tail swayed to and fro, eyes twitching in anticipation. Anxiety and anticipation were easily read on their faces.
No one lives by a single sign
No one is found under just one sign. No matter your background or heritage, you will always be a part of every other… So, who am I?
Death of Inspiration
Inspired by the wells in the depth of my soul I sing… Elated and frustrated by the pretentiousness of my own being I tend to become mute…
~Knock knock knock~ “Just a minute!” Who could this possibly be? Crossing the room I peered through the peep hole; the sight of a courier greeting me. Opening the door, my face clearly perplexed, “Can I help you?”