Amen Brother.
Thanks man.
Good point, it is a fic
Done
Nope. Just a bit busy. Also, this is a fic?
That was all that came to my previously humane mind. Two wide horns jutted out the side of my head like those of a bull. My face was basically a triangle, with an ominous red eye placed vertically at the centre of my face. My arms were longer than my body, reaching my knees, and had sharp unkept nails on them. The skin on my body was dark. Although I was unsure if it was due to the murky waters, but it was definetly on the darker end of the spectrum. My body, although lean, had no clothes, nor genitals. Well it was to be expected. After all, according to my inherited memories, only demons who had ascended the rank of Great Demon, could go through a structural change, which modified their body to the ideal form they envisioned. Other common demons, like me, were simply born from the darkness, the coalition of mana and corpses over long durations of time. That reminded me, I was yet to check my status.
Fantasy · NirjharChatterjee
With her perched on my shoulder, I started to move out of the shop, before something else caught my eyes. A group of fairies, with their backs devoid of wings and their skin turned a light blue, almost like pixies.
Book&Literature · NirjharChatterjee
Looking at the wierd animals, I could not help but smirk. A world with so much to know, see and explore. Suddenly, I reached a small cage with a little chick. Unlike the others, it was a wierd creature. With four legs, a pair of wings and a long tail, its body was a mixture of red and green. Its head was covered with a hard white shell, and a small tuft of feathers was over its head. It opened its eyes and looked at me. Its eyes were an electric yellow, wih slits. I moved my hand towards it. It tentatively started to approach it and started to lick my finger. I could not help but smile. What a little being. Suddenly it bit my finger. As I pulled my hand back, the hag I had met at the front started to scream.
Book&Literature · NirjharChatterjee
Who knows? Maybe he’s outside your door.
Smiling and saying a short thank you, Adoneous went to his dorm room and called out his pokemon. With a flash of light, stood before him a small shiny Scyther. Adoneous smiled and started to pat his hand over the small pokemon who gave a delighted scream.
TV · NirjharChatterjee
At a certain point, Indian goods were a luxuryn Great Britain and the European Countries. Queen Victoria had even once famously refused to sleep on bed covers not made from Indian Silk.
Anyway, trading in Europe is harder because one: They don't have anything worth trading, and two: Christianity and White Supermacy. It's not like the Indian businessmen haven't tried to go there. But either nobody bought anything from them, it wasn't worth it to go all the way there for puny amount of gold and nothing else to buy with it, or they were captured or killed because they weren't White and Christian.
Look for 'I became the Empress of India'
History · WebFanfics