

Plague's PrisonersChapter One: The NewsPlague's Prisoners
Tundra sighed as he headed through the large wooden door and into the manor. The floors were carpeted in burgundy, soft covering and he quickly remembered to wipe his paws before entering the building as to make sure not to leave footprints to be cleaned. Alfred didnt complain per say, but he did look annoyed and that annoyance often translated into a discussion with his benefactor. Either way, it took less time to not make the mess in the first place. Light from the sunroof poured down, brightening the room and his Zaphao fur. He


Palon's TreasurePalon's TreasurePalon's Treasure
Snatch, hold, run.
Palon dodges vines,
Holds his prize to his Kayoki chest
So no one can take His tiny prize.
Dashes left and right,
No getting caught. Not this time. Not now.
Small, his size keeps him hidden. Dyantra may notice,
Trouble, punishment, sighs
Come with that.
Disappointment is not an option
So he runs, hides, keeps quiet.
Hopes she won't notice
The tiny bit of tin foil
That hangs from his paws.
The latest object of his theif desires.
Small, shiny, glorious &
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death to all those who appose us
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