Current Residence: Warsaw|
Favourite cartoon character: Bunji of Bionic Six, Ed and Al Elric of FMA, Neji and Itachi of Naruto, Ito and Makoto of W Juliet
Personal Quote: If it's all about ideas, then I'm gonna defeat Harry Potter
To Bury a King (*HTTYD 2 SPOILERS*)With deft hands, Hiccup adjusted his prosthetic and hopped from Toothless’ back, giving the Night Fury a scratch on the head as he took his first steps on the beach in four days. The shoreline was still littered with broken and abandoned war machines, and with the chunks of ice that had been blasted from the dome of the dragon Sanctuary. A half-sunken ship, left behind by Drago’s men, lay a short distance from the shore where Hiccup and Toothless had landed. It listed to the side, off-balance in the shallow water.To Bury a King (*HTTYD 2 SPOILERS*) by Oreochema
The new young chief continued past the water-washed stones at the edge of the island and found himself treading through snow. The great spines of ice that made up the outer surface of the Santuary (at least, the ones that hadn’t been blown away by Drago’s cannons or crushed by the white Bewilderbeast during its rampage) stood up like the spines on a Nadder’s tail, still holding their vigil here despite the fact that their residents had tak
I am taking a serious step and letting you know of a resolve I made – so that you could hold me accountable.
I am taking a small break from fanfiction in order to translate one of my original stories into Polish. I want to have it printed and bound as a birthday gift for my mother. She doesn’t speak English and it apparently upsets her that I do not write in our Native language. Well, I’m going to surprise her. Hope I can make it in time.
Also, to give you a taste of the fanfiction I would be returning to after my break, here’s a sneak peak (BTW, this particular story is going to be NSFW ^_^):
A sudden assault of stinging wind disturbed Stoick’s focus. He looked up just in time to see his wife slam the door shut. The woman promptly pressed her back against the solid, wooden surface, and panted. A puddle was already forming around her feet, the scent of soaked cloth and fur dominating the room.
Stoick couldn’t help but smile at the sight. His woman sure knew how to make a dramatic entry.
“What’s the matter, love?” he asked, teasingly. “A little Spring shower?”
“A little Spring shower I wouldn’t mind” replied Valka, half-way through an attempt to kick her boot off. “It’s a Ragnarok out there” she hissed, engaging her hands into the battle with the stubborn piece of footwear. The boot finally gave in, releasing a generous load of water as it broke contact with Valka’s foot.
“I see” was Stoick’s comment.