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Issue: 691 | 24th day of Swimming, Y17 |
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Is Fyora a Dark Faerie?
Sure, we all love Queen Fyora. She’s the gracious ruler of Faerieland. She oversees the Faerie Quests that help us pets gain levels and get painted rare colors. She keeps Faerieland running at its prime. But how much do we really know about the Faerie Queen? My name is Creamy_Lemon_Pie and I am here to reveal the TRUTH about Queen Fyora.
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The Melon Gem It's a little bundle of green fur.That's what I take to be the scenario, at first. Slowly, her head peeks up, and pink eyes gaze at me questioningly. Nubby black horns gleam a bit as she stands up in a wobbly way, and as my leg moves outward in sheer maternal instinct, she falls against my knee.
by raven_esque |
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A Trip to the Tomb It was a cold summer night, all the people on Mystery Island had gone to bed. There were but two people awake on the island, an old Nimmo keeping an eye on the Rock Pool, and the Island Mystic. Or so they thought.
by aprildewdrops |
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Creative Ways Of Adopting Pets! However, I've noticed several new classes of owners, people who adopt pets based on criteria other than the pets' looks, names or Battledome stats. Here is a list of the most interesting criteria, which I gathered by canvassing the people on the Pound Neoboard.
by indulgences |
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Faerie Wings III: The Nightmare of Dreamland: Part Seven The faerie growled and backed away from the unconscious Air faerie, who was still lying on the floor. “Why don’t you three pesky girls leave me alone!” the cloaked faerie commanded as she summoned two large-sized orbs in her hands. Without warning, she threw the dark blue orbs towards Brillare.
by downrightdude |
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Arthur: A Weapon's Tale: Part Four By the ninth day, Arthur was weak and incredibly sore. His dreary eyes glanced quickly at the bruises and blisters that covered his feet. As Art staggered, he fell fast onto the cold ground. The fog in the forest surrounded his rigid body, and he fought to strain his head up. Art could see the flicker of some gold up ahead, and he slowly heaved his body forward, lacking the strength to stand back up.Also by surath
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