Alluro's RevengeIt was a dark, dreary day in Dark Side. The kind that Alluro was used to, and the kind he preferred. This day, however, not even the sweet scent of the Thundranium fumes or the shrieks of some poor unfortunate creature caught by one of Dark Side's vile beasts could cheer the tall Lunattack up. A Snarf. He had been bested once again by a Snarf. The Lunattacks had been doing just fine up until then!Alluro's Revenge
Alluro kicked a rock as hard as he could, then yelled when it did not budge. "What in the name of Plundaar..." The Mind Clan Lunattack stooped to look at the "rock", only to discover that it &nb
The StormThe rain poured down, soaking him to the bone within a minute. The saturated ground squelched beneath his paws as he ran, muddy splashes of water caking the fur on his legs. His heart thudded in time with the thunder, which was frequent and loud, the wild rips of lightning overhead illuminating the peaceful landscape in stark, lunatic flashes. The grass was dark, and the trees reached out with nightmare branches that the wind had stripped of leaves. The river swelled with rainwater, threatening to drench the fields and drown the flora. The fields were deserted but for the lone, feral figuThe Storm
Child of GileanPotions class, as per usual, was horrid. Snape was apparently in quite the foul mood that day, because he had been more horrible than normal. Poor Neville had been near tears for Snape's scathing remarks about his potion, and Harry had ten points taken from Gryffindor because he'd spilled half of his on the ground. Harry did not dislike potions generally, and realized that he could really enjoy this class were it not for Snape and the Slytherins! And Draco and his gang, always laughing and enjoying the show... "Snape sure is a git," Ron grumbled, shaking Harry out of his bitter reverie. ThChild of Gilean
Blaise's PotionThe dungeon was dark, save for the far corner, which was lit by a sickly green light. The flame of the overhead lantern was turned down, so as to attract as little attention as possible to its user. A single cauldron sat on the ground, simmering quietly, while a young man sat on the ground nearby, watching. The boy was dressed in casual robes, not the school uniform that he normally wore for classes. He wore no tie, and no hat. His soft, brown hair had a slight, natural wave to it, and his fringe fell across his blue eyes. His face was round, youthful, with a spreadBlaise's Potion
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