Modred was tall, as elves naturally do, yet this demihuman with wings was tall enough to dominate Modred with her presence alone. And before she could feel it, feathers have pierced into her skin.
"Why... do they not understand me." Ellet tightened her grip on her own subordinate.
"Mistress! You're hurting me! Stop- Stop! AGHRG?!@%!"
"They will... Oh they will, they will see what Orwell is...
Long ago, like, 2021 I lost my world map, after desparate attempt to refind the orginal, I finally just say fuck it and draw a new one, archiving it here.
There is a medieval story about a woman fantasising in her dreams about great, giant, strong chocks of various quality with different prices being sold on the market.
Protip #49: Do not add more detergent than necessary to laundry. If you do, perform a second rinse cycle. If not, you might end up with leftover detergent in your clothes. Which may in turn lead to you getting a chemical burn on your ass.
One level of warning, cosmic droplet rampage! A roguelike game featuring impact piercing. Collect holy relics, build up your energy, and morph the droplets to invade the solar system and destroy the ignorant human fleet to the ground!