Outside, you hear monsters snarling, sniffing the air for you. You board up the door quickly and look at the filthy and bloody bed. You sigh and pat Ajiarra and Sheila's snouts before laying in the bed. The wolves don't seem to be interested in you anyways but that still doesn't make you feel safe. You nearly begin to cry from the awful scent of the bed but there's a strange comforting warmth in the sheets behind you that makes you relax. Finally at ease, you let out a hot sigh and shut your eyes. Sheila suddenly neighs out and raises onto her hind legs, kicking her front hooves in the air. This causes the wolves to bark and snarl, attracting monsters to the door. The monsters bang at the walls and boarded door and Ajiarra neighs out.
"Woah, calm down! Please," you plead out. "What's the matter?"
"Yes.. What is the matter?"asks out a deep voice beside you, making you stand and gasp. When you look at the bed, no one is there.
The horses and wolves calm down and the monsters loose interest in trying to bust open the door as you question your sanity and lay back down. A comforting warmth surrounds you yet again and you fall asleep.
By the next morning, you awaken and the warmth is gone. You sigh out and stand, gently petting Ajiarra's and Sheila's snouts before opening up the door.
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Trojan Monster
FantasyYour ship washes up on the shore of an eerie place. It doesn't look like Sparta.. You went far off track. Really did it this time, haven't you? But... There's.. Lava and fire and blood and.. Flesh.. Everywhere! Who could've done such a thing? And...
