Examples
The sound of mirabilises singing filled the noontime spring air. The gr*censored* was still wet with dew and verdant, the result of a drizzle of rain over the progress of the night. The sky was a soft grey, and the sun seemed to be playing hide and seek behind the cumulus clouds. Zahra sat in a patch of peonies, grooming her soft blonde fur with her tongue. The roditore stopped abruptly as she heard a rustling coming from the trees behind her. She leapt to her feet, turning to quickly scan the small clearing for danger.
She was tackled to the forest floor with a thud. The attacker swiped at her face, and Zahra rolled onto her back, crushing the creature between her back and the ground. The attacker squealed. From what she could tell, they were very small. A little bit larger than her head.
Zahra rolled onto her feet, jumping back to examine the offender. It was a baby meiko, with a creamy-colored fur and dazzling, enormous violet eyes. With effort, the meiko pulled itself up, panting. He had a determined ex
pression, shaking the dirt from his pelt and leaping at Zahra a second time. She swatted him away gently, then pinning him to the earth with her paw.
"What do you think you're doing?" Zahra asked sharply. She was angry at the creatu for surprising her, yet amazed at the scrawny little meiko's bravery and confidence. He's so small, and he still attacked a roditore of my size and skill? She thought to herself.
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There's one, with creatu.
Sunny yellow poppies, baby blue forget-me-nots, fiery red pansies and beautiful pink marigolds swayed in the cool breeze, blossoming evenly throughout the field and almost completely covering the lush verdant gr*censored* beneath. Puffy cumulus clouds dotted the sky, forming dreamy pure white shapes. Cherry blossom trees, with their nearly black bark and rosy petite blossoms, bordered the field. A bright yellow finch, perched atop a branch, sang loudly. It stopped suddenly as it listened to the sound coming from the woods behind, loud and high. The finch tilted its head curiously before flitting off into the perfect blue sky.
A girl with midnight black hair and deep blue eyes entered the field singing. She stopped to watch the bird fly overhead, her pink lips in a smile on her pale face. The breeze ruffled her dress, its light blue chiffon flowing around her knees. The girl bent down and picked a marigold, tucking it behind her ear. She laughed, dancing off in the breeze. She looked to be about 17, with a full figure and gentle muscles on her arms and legs. Her eyes sparkled like fireworks against her hair as dark as the night sky. She seemed to float on the wind, soft and gentle and yet, strong and sturdy.
She collapsed onto the foliage, staring up at the sky. She seemed to be thinking hard, staring forward with her soft eyes unblinkingly into the sky with her dazzlingly white smile now hidden. The girl lay there, undisturbed in the midst of her trance. Suddenly, she blinked and sat up. The smell of smoke filled the air; she jumped to her feet and looked around.
Here's one, with my own human characters.
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"Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live inside us and sometimes they win." ~Stephen King