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The Sour Dragonache Epic Ch. 2
Avvie, Avvie, I am in some deep shit! Yoto called as he galloped down into her garden and skidded to a stop in front of the tall figure.
I take it yew were behind that explosion I eard? The woman didnt look up from pruning the bushes that ringed her flourishing garden, completely used to Yotos antics.
Avalon was a very powerful woman, both in stature and social standing. She usually paraded around in thick gloves and heavy boots, with some sort of rare piñata trailing behind her. She was notorious for her skills in piñata breeding and was, at the moment, employed by the glorious Piñata Central to help restore the records on every piñata inhabiting the island. The files themselves had been wiped by the nefarious Professor Pester; the islands resident evil genius and all activity on the island was all but shut down until the records were restored.
What if I were?
Then, Avalon gave on
The Sour Dragonache Epic Ch. 1
Uncle Bart, Whined Yoto, Why are you making me tinker outside? He gestured to the various plantlife around him as he attempted to get out of practice. Do you want the village to be more colorful or something?
Of all the extraordinary inhabitants of Piñata Island, Yoto Yoa was one of the more noteworthy. One could always tell him from the crowd; whether it was his ginger hair that seemed to remain a solid mass of tangles, or his shirt that looked like a gay pride flag (which, if you confronted him about this, he would vehemently deny it and launch into a scripted essay praising the local superhero and his lifelong crush, Storkos), or even his habit of wearing socks with sandals, you could tell Yoto was quite a character.
Its more natural; you have to tinker outside in this profession, boy! Yotos Uncle Bart loomed over the boy, his mask stern.
But Im not going to be a big tinker! You cant get much business
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