Sailing Through Stars

[ZAlcyoneus]

Hello. I admit, this is my first time being on an adult rp website for adults. It's a nice change, especially for someone who, let's say worries about doing with minors. Though it could be just my fascination with law and order series but it's better to be safe then sorry. Yes?

I am ZAlcyneous. You may call me "z", or "wolf cricket". I recently got permanently banned from a website called feral front for reacting negatively to a staff notice and so I don't recommend it. Jerks. I also am on RPN but that is...slow. Rp is about the only way I get interaction from people so here I am.

I turned 33 on the 18th, not thrilled about it. I write poetry and some fan fiction, mostly freestyle poetry and Harry Potter fan fiction as well as drawing, reading and video gaming. Anyway, something I really like is vampires, follow that with say mythology in general, werewolves, shapeshifters and dragons are my other real big mythical creatures. I like anime...death note was one of my first experiences though before that as a kid it was sailor moon. But there are things I don't do and these are things that are banned so that is...a big relief.

Things I have done:
Master/Slave (usually the slave)
Apocalypse (before banned was a kitsune and a hybrid of my own creation)-I do not understand the fascination with zombies
Werewolf packs
Wolf's rain
Pokémon (only if it is like anime, no to Pokémon ginka)
I have tried space but that...dies.
Torture (on myself as a self insert-ranging from sexual to physical-don't ask please. Bad experience.)
Abuse
Rape
Warrior Cats (mostly tribe of rushing water)

I know...this is an adult site and I'm posting things that have nothing to do with adult stuff. When you rp on sites with kids and your freedom to write is restricted...well I am sure you know what I mean. I hope at least.

I have done smut in the past but rarely do it anymore and prefer that not be the focus of the story. I should warn you. I am a detailed writer. I write gore and violence and I do it in detail. My post length is...not as fast as it used to be. Muse can make me put out at least a paragraph to maybe...five max? Depends on what I have to go with. One thing I hate is one liners. My imagination...it cannot...imagine...visualize a one-liner. I guess that is it? I just figured I would post a short intro.

I can do writing samples...give me until tomorrow to get on my laptop. I will post them here. Hope to have fun.

 

[ZAlcyoneus]

For writing samples...

Spoiler: Galewing-A Hippogriff's Journey

The ground got closer as soaring in the sky came a young creature of mythical legend, a subspecies of a different creature altogether. It was difficult exactly to see what it was until it drew closer, the underside looking to be between that of a bird of prey and a horse. Wing muscles straining from the long flight, the creature crumpled to the earth about two feet up, front legs buckling and sending it onto its belly, a snap echoing in his tufted ears. An annoyed screech came from him as he lifted his head and looked around him, seeing naught but sandy plains and dunes stretching in the distance, the air uncomfortably hot. The hatchling lay there, trying to get his bearings, though the desert hot environment did not help. There were no geographic locations that he could see though the hatchling hippogriff hadn't the chance to learn about how to navigate from his mother before being separated from her and the rest of the herd. Not so much separated as the herd had been trapped by poachers and fallen into the sea, unable to break through the surface of the water as the earth tumbled down in after them.

Trying to get up, the hatchling crumpled back to the earth as his weight wouldn't hold him, Galewing blinked his gold eyes and turned his head this way and that, which didn't help things, before issuing a keening screech. He needed food and water...shade would be a bloody help too...a tree or a cave somewhere would be preferable. He looked around but saw nothing concerning his mother or fellow herd members. "Mama? Someone?" he called out into the vast expanse of desert. All his mother had told him was to fly and fly he had...and ended up here...wherever here was. It seemed had lost the few others that had tried to flee as well from the sea and land as it crumbled. As he tried to stretch out his wings, he let out a screech of pain as both wings protested the movement though turning his head to examine his right wing, he discovered it would not bend backward like his left wing and lay crookedly on the ground. This was bad, if his wing was injured then he couldn't fly, and neither could he walk well as his right back leg was broken.

"Mama?" He turned his head, hoping his mother had managed to make the flight but there was no sign of her nor the sound of wings within the air when he chanced a glance up towards the sky above. His head dropped back down as listened for any words of comfort, any words or sounds of someone having heard him but it seemed there was nobody to hear. Was he perhaps too far out to be heard at all? He was on the edge of land and sea with sky stretching far above him. Maybe there was nobody to hear him. Maybe there was nothing but sand all around him and sea which he could not cross with his broken wing. The hippogriff's feathered ears flattened and so he headed to the east for the stone bridges he had left. You couldn't miss what you never knew and the only thing he left within the sand that would likely soon be covered were a few bloody feathers that had ripped out on landing, feathers which would grow back, but the point was there was only that little testament that something had landed here and been unheard. So, with a heavy heart, he proceeded eastwards towards the sounds of water, his steps shifting on the desert sands, different from the rocky terrain and plains he'd once lived on before.

As he reached the beginning of the stone bridge that was unknowingly connected to a nexus with other bridges spreading three ways to Sunday to connect the two little islands, he looked left and right to see there was water on two sides. It seemed there were water all around him…how was it possible for this bridge to not be flooded or collapse under the weight of plate tectonics? He wasn't certain about crossing it, even if the bridge looked stable but where else was he supposed to go? It wasn't like anybody had heard him, if there even existed anybody within the desert sands. His leg hurt and so did his wing. He tried to hold it up but even that sent pain racing through his side and he let out a keening screech of pain again. The hatchling needed help but how was he to get help when he didn't know anyone outside of his herd and his heard being…gone? The mythical creature limped forward, the stone grating on his broken wing and tugging out more feathers which the wind picked up and sent into the water as he looked over the edge and watched them float away. If he dipped his wing into the ocean, would it force him to fall over, only to drown or be swept away and then drown, becoming food for…whatever lived within the ocean?

His stomach gurgled and Galewing flushed beneath his feathers. He couldn't fish here could he? No…probably not with his wing to help balance him and being still a hatchling…mama had often done that or the elders. He knew as well not to try drinking saltwater, but the desert didn't have any water did it? He hadn't seen any when he had crashed. What was he supposed to do? If he went back to the desert…he would likely die of starvation or thirst long before anything else. Unless the heat got him. It seemed either way he would die, be it of starvation or dehydration, his injuries or being attacked by a potential predator, the heat if he went through the desert or drowning if he risked this strange stone bridge.

Heat better than drowning. He had seen drowning of his herd; he didn't want that for himself. So he turned back from the bridge, to move back towards the desert and take his chances through it though it would likely amount to death but his body could feed something else that was starving which was a morbid thought but it caused a swell of happiness to know he would save someone else's life by his death. The hippogriff returned to the spot he had been at before turning eastwards and then could only head north into the sun, into the heat, into the desolation.

The sun rose and the sun set, there never being a good time to really walk to beat the temperatures of the desert. He tried to hunt but with a broken leg it was impossible. There were no seeds or fruit, no nuts or vegetables anywhere in such a forsaken hell of a landscape. He tried scenting for water, even digging with his front clawed feet but all he got was sand, sand and more sand. It seemed impossible to eke out a living here. He tried traversing in the day, but it was too hot, and he soon fell to the sands, to lay there as they swept over him. He tried at night when it was cooler but sometimes the temperature became freezing and other things that didn't come out within the heat came out in the dark.

By the time Galewing reached the sliver of mountains in the distance, days had passed since he had begun his journey. His stomach ached with hunger and thirst. His scaly legs were cracked and peeling, his leg and wing had not healed and would potentially need rebroken if they were not in correct alignment. After many days of reaching the mountains, he gazed up at them and just collapsed at the foot, the mountains unknowingly separating him from help. The hippogriff hatchling could only lay his head down at the base of the mountains, letting the heat scour his body, peel the skin from his clawed scaly front feet and hope night would come soon.

He had met none nor seen or heard anything but the calls of predators, had thought he had seen something one day crossing the desert but whatever it had been had disappeared. A pair of glowing eyes…but the hunger and thirst he was experiencing were probably getting to his mental state, causing him to hallucinate on things that were not there. The hatchling really needed his mother or another member of the herd to hunt for him, to protect him, guide him but there was none. Perhaps this was just a fruitless endeavor and there was none around to help him. If there had been someone out here..surely they would have helped him by now? Galewing didn't know and he wasn't sure whether he could traverse the mountains at all in his condition. It was amazing he had even got this far…that he wasn't dead yet from dehydration. Shouldn't his body have shut down already and perished under the unforgiving blistering sun?

The day passed slowly, the heat growing unbearable as he lay there at the mountains' base, not even a ledge to offer shelter. Galewing's breathing was slow as it had been since he had been out here. Yet desert and plains were the perfect environment for a hippogriff, at least this what mama had said to him. He, who had only lived on plains and rocky coastline, did not expect the heat or star barrenness. At least with the plains, there had been water and food. Blessedly, slowly the day turned to twilight, bringing with it cool temperatures and the hatchling began to stir, slowly lifting his weary head, his eyes beginning to open as he reached up a talon to scratch at an ear that was itchy from lying in the hot-freezing sand. He wanted nothing but to lay here and just give up…this journey that had taken days could be for nothing and he might be in the same predicament as before.

The sand was cool to the touch…after the burning scorching of the day, just lying there upon the ground, the temperature changing helped contribute to his stubbornness to even get to his mismatched feet. Yet, as the sun began to set, the hatchling reluctantly forced himself up, scratching at his ear before lowering said scaly foot and getting to his paws, shaking the sand from his body. To keep from starving, he had no choice but to cross the mountains it seemed for he feared dying if he were to end up heading back into the desert, back the way he had come and there was no returning to his home. He knew it in his heart, despite his young and tender age, when the world should look like full of sunshine and full of good.

Crossing the mountains should have been easy and they would have been, had been in better shape, had his wing not been broken and dragging at his side, hobbling about on three legs. Had he not crashed into the dirt, rising up to avoid crashing face first into the cliffs, which would surely have killed him or knocked him down into the water below, he might have easily been able to cross the desert in no time at all. But with his injuries, he could only walk the way and thus it had taken days to even reach the base of the mountains…and days more it would take to traverse them, all for the hope that something…someone…could help heal him and give him shelter.

Spoiler: Morwenna-Trapped

There was the sound of cracking as something fell through the boughs of tall pines, standing like silent sentinels amidst the darkness, hands…paws…desperate scrabbling but gravity did wonders and pulled downwards until something landed with a thud upon the earth, branches and leaves falling around and on the small body, the wind rushing out through lungs as its legs lay splayed and the small creature lay there on the forest floor, the world spinning and head pounding. Slowly, the creature's head rose to look around it, seeing tall pines stretching to a dark sky whose sun didn't pierce the branches. Heading pounding, the small creature laid its head back on the floor, closing its eyes and trying to stop the pounding within its skull, the dizziness that caused it not to move.

Time…it was a strange thing within darkness where the light didn't pierce through thick boughs to the forest floor below. How long it seemed to stand still as she tried to gather her thoughts, her memories, tried to piece together what had happened, was unknown. But slowly, she would lift her head and glance around her once again. There were still the pine trees and the darkness around her. She tried to turn her head upwards to see the sky, but pain swam behind her eyes, causing her to lower her head. Well, this was strange. The last thing Morwenna remembered was hunting on the full moon, trying to trigger the wolf gene within her blood, welcoming the pain that came with the first transformation.

The child looked down at its hands and saw they were paws instead, the taste of human flesh and blood still in her mouth, lingering traces as she tried to piece together what had happened. Her pelt a mix of cuts from falling through the trees, of bites and scratches as she had been dragged away and tried to fight, even her own kin turning against her. She closed her eyes as she tried wiggling her ears, only to feel then in the wrong place. Had she done it? Had she managed to trigger the wolf gene and allow her to finally turn? This didn't look like the forest she and others her age had been hunting in. She tried to remember what exactly had happened as she coughed and tried to get up but was not used to this form, she had only taken it last night after all.

"When the full moon turns to blood, the ground shall turn to liquid and the cries of a thousand shall be marked by falling stars. A child of light and dark, marked by the paw in flame shall exhale its last as blood stains its mouth. The night of hunting shall cast an everlasting winter, the child foretold shall be cast away and never return...doomed to walk between life and death...the twilight nexus of a new land."

She remembered not the words but rumors of something spoken around the birth of children within the eight packs during Plant Moon on Ava of Year of the Fox. She had been caught up in the hunt and the thrill of it, the chase of the soft prey and catching the human child, biting down on its neck as it tripped and fell. How the moment her teeth had ended the child's suffering and begun to feed, a glowing bluish-black light enveloped her, and the seasonal full moon of the month had turned to blood, bringing with it a rare occurrence of a meteor shower. It was then that the pack had noticed her, bathed in the blood rays as stars fell around them, melting the ground with their heat that the packs had jumped the girl with the intent to kill and a fire rock coming towards her.

Morwenna shook her head as she struggled to her paws, ears falling flat against her head as the world spun around her. She searched for something familiar, but she could see nothing. The born vampire looked around, confused as to where she was, unaware she was on another world. The immortal, cursed due to a prophecy written centuries ago, could only try to find a map or something that might tell her where she was though the flash of light and swirling cold could attract an observer of keen sight. Her senses, naturally heightened due to her combined blood and genes, were haywire at the strange scents and the eon darkness as her body forcefully turned back by the magic of the place into that of a child, her body shimmering with a bluish-black light as her prophecy mark burned itself into her back, Morwenna falling onto her belly as pain coursed through her. "Hel...help."

She breathed heavily, hoping someone would come help her but none came. Her breath came out in gasps as her vision swam, the pain that she hadn't felt as she tried to defend herself from not just her pack but the other seven of the Star Alliance, rushing over her like a tidal wave, drowning her senses in its might. She could only lay there, unknowing how much time passed as she tried to get her breathing under control, trying to shift back into her humanoid form but it didn't happen. Perhaps the adrenaline was keeping her from shifting back to her proper form, though this is what she wanted, had been trying to achieve. Time shifted, the shadows growing longer as she lay there, until she felt she had the strength to get to her paws and push herself up into a sitting position, staring down at the ground at her paws. Slowly she got up, blood dripping from wounds…bites and scratches…paws struggling to support her weight as she took a tentative step forward and then another…another…trying to make sense of where she was.

This was not home. There were pine trees yes but there were no oaks and cedar that had also made up her home nor the sequoias and caves that made up the hunting grounds. Where was she? This looked nothing like home, like the forest of various trees and caves…meadows and the river dotting the landscape. Slowly she would pad away, leaving a simple impression within the forest floor to mark the presence that something had lain there, the crashed branches of the trees and boughs, the leaves a testament to the unknown. For Morwenna, the only way home was forward, not realized she would never be able to get home. She wanted to look at herself, to inspect her new wolf body and yet she would be in for a surprise but first…a direction had to be picked…a decision to be made. While the shadows were comforting, they were nice and dark for her vampire instincts and blood, she felt it was not prudent to remain here. Whether it was the atmosphere of the place or just nerves, this was not a place to heal and get answers. No…to find out why she was here she first needed to heal her wounds, likely on her own, in whatever piss poor excuse land was unclaimed by other covens. Surely there would be a town or a village where she might get healing…if only she could figure which settlement, she was closest to.

Morwenna headed south, hoping there would be water which she could drink from and perhaps clean her wounds. She hoped there were shade as well that would make for a nice resting place before the sun rose within the sky though since she had triggered the wolf gene, perhaps she no longer needed to feel the light of the twin suns. The trees would gradually grow thinner as she headed south, her paws feeling heavier than they should though she understood werewolves were one of the bigger races within Xaythea with their wolf form being quite tall. The pine dark-shrouded forest was gradually replaced by open plains where there was no cover and she paused on the edge of the pines, observing the light that suddenly flooded her eyes and forced her to close them to avoid being blinded. The grasses on the plains appeared weathered to her eyes when she dared open them again to take in the sight before padding out of the trees and into what was unknowingly the Bleak Wilds, her steps tentative upon the earth. The wind was cool and as she looked about, trying to watch for any danger from around her. There didn't seem to be any signs of life or herbs either for healing, though Morwenna knew next to nothing about healing. That was for the Keepers to deal with.

Continuing southward, the forest faded behind her, yet it did not take long to reach a large glimmer of blue within the endless open plains of weathered grass. Looking back, she could see the forest she had come from in the distance, not too far away so that she might be able to hide from danger from the skies if it appeared. Once again Morwenna lifted her head, looking around her but there was nothing…nothing but the cold wind on her face which slightly soothed her wounds as she padded towards the lake and stopped before it. It was time to see if she was indeed a wolf and the hunt had been successful. It had to be for she knew she was walking on all fours and her body was lower to the ground then it would normally be walking on two legs. She felt the fur covering her body, paws her hands had turned into, the ears in the wrong spot.

Yet, despite wanting to see what she looked like, she felt scared. The hunt did not allow to detour for water or to stop and see if the transformation had occurred. Though she had felt her body changing, the wolf gene triggering through her body as she hunted the human child, tore into its flesh and blood filled her mouth, spraying on the ground and her pelt…it was the elders of the packs that told if the hunt had been a success to those who either had the dormant gene by birth or were trying to trigger it for the first time. Perhaps it was the fact that she had been betrayed by her own kin and pack mates, as well as members of the alliance and landing in a new place that was different from what she knew. She looked up at the sky, hoping to some idea of where she was and to check, again, for flying predators but her eyes widened as she spotted something wrong. There were not two suns within the sky but only one. At least the sun doesn't burn. There don't seem to be dragons or griffins here either. That was good…griffin screams hurt a vampire's sensitive ears and they'd sometimes prey on vampires. And dragons…nobody messed with a dragon or the dragon sages.

Her throat felt parched and so she padded the last few steps to the water's edge, lowering her head to lap at the refreshing liquid, not as good as blood of course, but still it was cool in contrast to the hot fire that she was accustomed to. Thirsty, bewildered, tired, wounded, she did not notice her reflection within the surface of the water as she took a drink though might need to hunt soon…if there anything to hunt.

When she'd had her fill of the water, she took a breath and plunged her head beneath the surface, ripples spreading out from the splash. The water swirled around her head, while the surface gradually became still once again, merely trying to soothe a couple cuts on her face that would heal in time. When she could hold her breath no longer, she pulled her head up and shook her head, sending water drops to and fro, breathing a sigh of relief as the pain on her face began to dull with the water. Did this lake have healing powers? If so, it might be beneficial to remain around, especially as the sun did not seem interested in harming her but still…the sun. Why was there only one sun? It looked nothing like Xuesrex nor did it look like the smaller Liactux, the binary stars in the Alcyneous system. It worried the child and she whined to herself at that thought. If she didn't recognize the sun, then where was she? There should be two stars in the sky, not one and not one she didn't recognize either.

The two above posts were never responded to on feralfront (the website I was banned from) and the additions were made during my week long ban. Morwenna is a Saber tooth x dire wolf hybrid (formerly a vampire) from my world I am building in a book series.

Spoiler: Mr. Gold (Rumpelstiltskin)-Once Upon a Time

"Oh I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere," Mr. Gold said from where he was sitting as Aconite lunged at the boy, sinking his teeth into the boy's arm as he knocked Dipper off his feet. Mr. Gold stood and went to unlock another cell as the dog began dragging the child over to the empty cell. "You don't have any money to pay your way here I imagine since you're a child and have no business being inside my town. But I'll be sure to pass on the information to the sheriff about your sister's name."

The above was a fun and short lived RP on Once Upon a Time. I played Rumpelstiltskin and was told I played him well.

Spoiler: Mazzush-A Half-Orc Seer

A city marked by a series of gates at various intervals...
Explosions...fire...screams...
Figures fighting...ruined buildings...

A pair of red eyes shot open as the violent seizure suddenly stopped, the green-skinned woman's body going still before great gulps of air were brought into her lungs as her bodily functions began working again. Lying there until the last vestiges of tremors faded from her body, she slowly sat up, head turning to look about her. Slowly getting to her feet, she waited for the world to stop spinning around her before turning to the tall oak that she had taken shelter under when night had begun to fall the previous evening and where she had remained since. Mazzush remained still for some time underneath the branches of the great oak that sheltered her from the wind before heading in a random direction, the name of the city not evident in her mind nor the names or full appearances of those figures that had been fighting. She only had gotten flashes of them, blurred forms on the edges of her vision, a floating yellow feather from one of the figures that had been fighting. Though she could not see if it was a feather from a hat or just a feather from a signed bird in the battle.

Mazzush walked on for hours, the sun gradually setting as day turned to night and still she walked on through the wilderness. Her bow was unstrung and rested across her back, the bowstring within a water-proof pouch tucked in her rucksack that was carried over her right shoulder. At her left hip hung a sword with a pair of knives sheathed in her belt. Mazzush looked ready for battle and perhaps overburdened with weapons, given the bowstaff she carried in her right hand and the double swords crossed across her back but she was ready for a fight and from the vision she had, it seemed there would be one. Of course it was possible this battle would take place within the future or had already passed, for she never knew exactly what time period her visions were about.

Her traveling took her across a rolling countryside of fertile fields and small copses of trees, across creeks and fording a large river that had rapid swift currents that knocked her off balance and caused her to plummet into its cold waters until she could manage to scramble ashore some distance downstream from where she had attempted to ford it. Stopping to dry her clothes by a fire, the night was now fully there so that by the time she had gotten doused the fire upon getting dry again, some time had passed. Still the woman pressed on, as if the night was no hindrance to her and indeed it was not, her race blessed with being able to see in pitch blackness and dimly-lit caves as if it were day thanks to her orc ancestry.

Night was full circle when Mazzush approached a city surrounded by steep walls, walls that were complete rubble by the time she got there and smoke still rising up in the air thanks to the winds that blew hauntingly across the expanse. She walked up to a guard who was looking over the damage of the wall, cradling an injured arm to his chest. "What happened here?" Mazzush questioned, the injured guard who stared blankly at her, a sneer twisting onto his face as he noted the woman's appearance wasn't entirely human.

"We were attacked by a Behemoth," spoke another guard who noticed his companion's look towards the traveler. "A group of strange travelers and Prince Horus defeated it a few hours ago."

Mazzush nodded as she looked from one guard to the other. "Where would these strangers be?" she questioned.

"I believe the king invited them for a meal in the palace but he is not welcoming strangers off the street. You'd best find an inn or somewhere to make do for the night," said the guard. "You'd best get that wound healed," said the guard to his companion as Mazzush started forward towards the city.

"It's just a scratch," said the guard in a stubborn tone though there was a hint of pain in his voice.

Mazzush paused and turned, heading back towards the injured guard. "Let me see," said Mazzush, as she set her pack down and then straightened. With some obvious reluctance, the soldier held out his arm as Mazzush took his arm in hers, the guantlet on his arm lying on the ground and crushed beneath the stone. As she placed her hand over the cut, she concentrated on the wound, searching for any signs of infection. Her hand became bathed in teal light as her healing abilities took hold and the wound began to heal, eliminating any chance of infection and closing before the man's eyes. In exchange the wound appeared on Mazzush's arm where the wound had previously been on the guard's and she straightened, the guard winching as the healing took place and sighing in relief as the pain ebbed away. "You're welcome," said Mazzush, knowing she wouldn't be thanked by the guard. Picking up her pack, she headed towards and across the ruined rubble of the wall, navigating it like a goat navigates the rocky slopes of mountains, and disappeared inside the city.

The above was just one of three characters I made for an RP called Choose Your Own Adventure before I got bored and dropped it.

Spoiler: Azrael-A Werewolf in a New Land

On one of the buildings near the city gates, the air was still and hot, almost of a suffocating nature. Though not as stifling as it would be while in a desert, it was an annoyance to the hooded figure standing on the edge of the roof. The blue and brown hooded coat overlaid a white vest under which a brown shirt was worn with blue pants that stopped just above his calves was accompanied by brown boots. Hidden from view by his cloaking ability, he was able to watch the ongoing action with ease, eyes staring intently at the battle below him as people raced to contain the beast that wrecked havoc on the city below.

On one of the buildings near the city gates, the air was still and hot, almost of a suffocating nature. Though not as stifling as it would be while in a desert, it was an annoyance to the hooded figure standing on the edge of the roof. The blue and brown hooded coat overlaid a white vest under which a brown shirt was worn with blue pants that stopped just above his calves was accompanied by brown boots. Hidden from view by his cloaking ability, he was able to watch the ongoing action with ease, eyes staring intently at the battle below him as people raced to contain the beast that wrecked havoc on the city below.

There was green fire appearing suddenly, garnering his interest and for a moment he hoped his partner was not dead, that he'd somehow come back within this land. The panther had been the only other strongest one to survive the experiments and torture, the beatings and isolation, and was the only other one besides master that he tolerated without wanting to rip their throat out. As the fire cleared and he looked closer, thrusting his head out and flaring his nostrils, he frowned as he saw a turtle person walking around on two legs and throwing vials which seemed to be the cause of the fire. Liquid fire? Perhaps I ought to get that information out of the turtle before cracking his shell open.

He hoped the beast would get up and cause more destruction and bloodshed, thus making this trip to this city worthwhile to him. It was boring otherwise being here. The scent of bird reached his nose and he pivoted on his heel, walking the length of the roof edge, following the scent to see a bird...correction a somewhat large bird covered in yellow feathers and clothes, strumming an instrument. There was no otherwise human appearance about it and he glanced between the playing bird and the walking turtle who also bore no human resemblance at all. How interesting.

This was a villain of the Choose Your Own Adventure RP.

Spoiler: Angelica-A self-insert of moi in an old rp of mine

Haunted eyes stared at the apparition before her, warily watching each movement he made towards her. Around them, the night air remained stifling, the evening bringing no real relief to the formerly forbidden couple or the three pups gathered at their feet. The touch of his hand on her shoulder registered dully in her senses, the woman stilling at the contact. Lifting her gaze to stare at him as he spoke again of what he said countless months ago, haunted and lifeless dull green optics meeting his own ash grey that seemed worried and tearful, or was this just another trick? Words to breathe calmly...to do this if not for him then for the pups everyone seemed to hate but for herself...perhaps she was stronger than most women who would have aborted such beings or killed them. But such thoughts had never crossed the broken woman's mind.

As the apparition grabbed her wrist, she continued staring motionlessly at him, unsure what he was doing, however, his mouth pressing against her wrist...the same one she had cut open before and then been torn into the next morning and the events that followed...the woman attempted to jerk her wrist out of his hold, but didn't have the energy to push him away or run, let alone get to her feet. Not noticing how he glanced at the pups, she did her best to calm her suddenly erratic breathing, which only grew more labored as he bit into wrist...knowing what was going to happen...it was something that could never be erased from her, she found herself unable to scream, the woman attempting to retreat into her mind to escape what was happening as tears began falling down the woman's face, mingling with the blood that was still trickling from the wounds Matthew had given her face, yet as she retreated as far into her mind as she could go, the woman's hold on reality began to crack, watching as he rolled beside her to rest against the stump, both beings falling into unconsciousness, yet subconsciously not letting go like she'd been asked not to of the male's fingers interwoven with her own. She didn't realize the pups were trying to clamber towards her or hear their whines, nor did she see what Tobias was doing within her mind. The woman's last thoughts being why was the apparition hurting her and that she now had three different blood types running through her.

In the grove of trees, the chained and muzzled inner being that was Oracle was slowly dying and going mad with the connection to Angelica severed. Forced to remain in her wolf form, she was unable to remove the muzzle that prevented her from eating and proper breathing...not even sure how the male that claimed them or her human side, had gotten the chains and muzzle in here. Silver woven wolfsbane served to burn and poison the wolf, her body slowly starving as well as her mind...it was only a matter of time before both human and wolf succumbed to the growing madness and death. Oracle's eyes, were like her human, growing dull, yet there was still a spark of fire within...a fire which was dulling and becoming glazed with slowly encroaching madness. Emaciated and fur matted and grimy, dried blood staining the wolf's pelt from wounds that hadn't healed, back legs twisted at odd angles. Oracle jerked at one of the vine-woven chains, only experiencing a burning pain as it rubbed against her neck and gave a muffled scream.

Her head fell back against the earth, unable to hold it up. No longer did she try to get to her feet, for though she still had feeling in her back legs, they wouldn't hold the wolf. Trapped within the darkness that she had created as solitude for herself and Angelica, the gray-furred being had no notion of the past three months, nor what had happened on this full moon or the previous full moons. No clue that her pups had been born a month early. The inner soul's mind drifted as her eyes began closing, not noticing the rush of imagery of the foreign invaders in her mind.

Flashback 3:

Pain...erupting in her back legs...a weight settling on her causing the wolf to freeze. Topaz eyes widened as her breathing struggled to support her through the thin and stifling air...both parts of their soul staring at the other in terror...the last time they would see each other. Outside the wolf struggled as more weight was pressed down on the wolf, paws scrabbling against the hard stone floors of the mountain she found herself under until her vision faded for the last time and she fell into blackness. She didn't feel the weight lift off her or the pain as she was roughly dragged back up and into fresh air...inside their shared mind the woman clung to the wolf, the first time Angelica had done so willingly while remaining an adult and not regressing back a decade or two into a child like when Bella had entered the woman's mind and damaged it.

"Well isn't this sweet?" Oracle spun to see the cream wolf she knew to be Matthew's inner being and snarled, stepping forward in front of Angelica. She had promised the male she...they would survive...that she would protect the woman where Tobias could not. She had failed enough in Winslow as it was. Angelica stared in confusion and fear between both wolves though backed away from Oracle and Matthew's wolf...the wolf having no idea she would shortly end up failing their mate in the promise to protect her human.

"Get out!" Oracle snarled in rage. "You won't touch her or the shadows!"

The cream wolf only laughed. "Stop me." Oracle had no idea that she was heading into a trap, neither did Angelica.

"Angelica, stay behind me," she growled without looking at the frightened woman before rushing at the cream wolf, once more fangs and claws flashing within the darkness, pained screams and yelps echoing from both beings, more wounds opening on male and female who were oblivious to the world outside the woman's mind.

"Afraid to step into the darkness wolf?" questioned the cream wolf as both beings had parted for a moment, falling into circling each other. "What is it that frightens you both there? Or perhaps you wish to fight within my mind which is stronger than yours."

"Piss off!" Oracle snarled, blood and saliva dripping from her canines on the forest floor between them though the gray wolf looked up to see they were past the fortress she had built up and near the darkness with ominous ghostly winds and the feeling of being watched...of something else residing within their mind besides the wolf. "You egotistical cock-eyed son of a bitch! Leave them alone!"

"Bella made a mistake by not ensuring you were born as a sub...."

Oracle lunged at the male in a rage, the cream wolf sidestepping the attack and once more they fought but the female was gradually losing...when foreign scents came to her...she realized the other had led her into his own mind, icy winds chilling through the wolf's fur as she found herself within mountains. Snarling as she looked about her for the wolf, she heard his howl and saw him standing a few feet from her. "Let's see how you fare in my world!" Oracle growled and took off after the male as he ran, yet this terrain was foreign to the female and she was at a disadvantage.

"One...two...Freddy's coming for you..."

Angelica stared after the wolves that disappeared, shaking as she saw Matthew's wolf could also come into her mind. Her head snapped to her right, face paling as she began backing away from the young girls in white, jumping rope within the area outside the forest.

"Three...four...better lock your door..."

"What the hell is this?!"

Crackling flames...the woman's gaze spun towards the forest that was suddenly alight on fire...the night growing thicker around her...the sound of lapping water against a shore confused her...there was no water here but the lake within deeper in the forest and she was nowhere near it. Not knowing it was Matthew's wolf toying with her while sending an illusion of itself for Oracle to chase...she screamed as the wolf sprang out at her from the darkness...shifting and splitting...

Oracle skidded to a halt as she heard a scream echo far behind her. "Angelica!" Turning, the wolf rushed back through the landscape, only to find herself somewhere completely different than she had expected...her senses thrown for a loop as she was sure she had gone the way she had entered...only now a lava field and volcanoes replaced the mountains. Meanwhile the male wolf slammed into the female out of the darkness of his own mind, knocking Oracle across the ground. A scream tore from the wolf, the screams of both females soon mingling within the air interchangeably.

Fangs and claws...blood and fur flying as the pair of wolves fought across the ground...intense heat from the volcanoes....the earth shaking beneath them....Oracle choked as she struggled to her paws, coughing harshly against thick volcanic ash that drifted through the air...Oracle ran...she had to get back...had to protect...she fell within the grove, not even realizing she had returned...not knowing that while chasing the illusion of Matthew's wolf, he had been working on severing the connections between her and Angelica as well as the mate bond between the females' and Tobias.

Pain...silver burning...the sweet scent of wolfsbane mingling in her nose and poisoning her...something constricting her throat...limbs...breathing harsh. Breathing...why couldn't she breathe?! The wolf struggled, crying out as chains and vines of wolfsbane hung around her...hanging over her from the branches, scattered around her and woven into a strong rope. The wolf tried to shift into her half-form...only for her body to protest the action and cause electricity to course through her. Darkened amber stared down at her as Matthew stood before her in his own half form, tightening the chains into the earth. "Goodbye wolf...you can wait here knowing you've failed...." Oracle tried to cry out, to growl or attack but the chains and vines were taught and tight around her body and limbs, pained muffled screams echoing with the laughter of Matthew as he vanished back into his own mind.

"ORACLE!"

Her eyes slowly opened, dull topaz staring and blinking in confusion and fear. She shrank back from the being that appeared before her...the scent of wolves that smelled of Tobias...one mountain pine the other of seawater drifting towards her. "Just hold on..."

She was surely going deeper into madness if she thought Tobias was here, let alone Two Souls. "Come to gloat...Tw...So..." the wolf attempted to get out but her words were slow and scattered. "Took...long...fail...mate...pups...Angelica...de..." Was this another trick of Matthew's? No...he would just leave her there...not try to...what was he doing? Did he not realize he was burning himself?!

Unable to help, unable to look away, Oracle watched as the figure of Tobias recoiled with a scream of pain while ripping one of the vines from her body. Despite the scent of sizzling flesh, the man continued attacking the vines with teeth and hands, shouting at her to hold on. Her eyes flitted back and forth in her skull, the only thing she was able to move as the vines were removed and then the chains were worked on, the muzzle ripped off her face and allowing her to breathe properly for the first time in moons...or however long it had been. As the last of the chains were removed, the wolf fell from where she'd been held suspended, her legs unable to support her as she fell against the male's chest who caught her and fell to the ground with her. Topaz eyes stared at him, the scent of mountain pine and seawater entering her nose and flooding the glade...yet though she wanted to, she didn't speak for fear that he would disappear. Yet...his scent was real...his touch and form solid and warm. The sweet scent of the wolfsbane faded as the plant life withered and died, even the rope of wolfsbane...the threads of the rope bursting into flame around them before fading to ash.

Set onto the forest floor, she watched the male as he looked over her mangled and tortured body before giving a look conveying he was sorry...strange how she seemed to understand the meaning. Oracle screamed and yelped in pain as mate...mate...Tobias?!...rebroke her legs and reset them, pushing her ankle back into place and even her paw which was reset painstakingly...perhaps causing the most pain of all...the wolf twitching on the earth as her mind began numbing to try to escape. Outside in the real world, Angelica cried out, fingers tightening on Tobias's as the rebreaking and resetting of limbs bled into her outer form, feeling the pain just as Oracle was feeling. Low growls soon came from the wolf as her injuries were touched, the wolf shifting in discomfit at the sensation, until he came to a stop in front of her again and looked at his wrist, her gaze following it before he put his wrist up against her lips, her nose wrinkling. Giving him a look that clearly stated..."What do you think I am? A vampire now?" Her ears twitched as she heard him say to drink, topaz eyes flicked from his bleeding wrist to the male but thirst and nourishment clawed at the wolf's belly and she opened her mouth, grasping the injured wrist lightly in her mouth, coughing as the male's blood flooded her mouth and instinctively swallowing the blood that ran hot down the wolf's throat...like the raw meat they'd been fed when Matthew had let them out after that week in the place of screams...oddly refreshing, topaz gaze never leaving the male in front of her. As his blood entered the mangled inner being, didn't know that was letting her borrow some of his pureblood power, what she didn't know was that her body unexpectedly had shifted with the last of the chains and vines removed from her into half-form, too out of it and weak to notice, yet with the male's blood serving...almost as a barrier to prevent the injuries from rebreaking, the efforts he had gone to reset her limbs didn't bleed out into the unconscious form of Angelica though Oracle couldn't sense her human half.

This was of a werewolf rp I revived after the first person took off without warning and my friend and I changed it so much it became my own. This is shortly after I (as I self-inserted myself into the RP) am kidnapped by my werewolf master Mattew's cub Nikolas (who I also played both werewolves) and Tobias (my mate and a friend from discord I made as a result of this RP) came to rescue me and my three children (the youngest being Matthew's, the other two being the pups of werewolves from a planned gang rape into submission from the bad pack. Oracle would be my inner conscious, the wolf soul taken form according to my wolf lore (that ties into the book series I'm writing).

Spoiler: Sage Eldawn-A Half Elf who loses everything

Flashback:

Sage sheathed his sword as he collapsed at his dragon's dying form, staring into the red eyes of his partner before looking up to see Dettr standing there and smiling cruelly at him. The rider glared at the elf as he poured his magic from the reserves in his ruby at the top of his pommel and the earth into healing his partner's wounds, yet despite his training under Deyan it didn't seem to enough. Around him lay the bodies of his other riders and their dragons, Aryen and Artemis being the first to fall to the elves. It was only a few days after Stilio's death and Sage had not done anything to the elves in his time here. Near Sitara's crumpled form was his aunt who had died trying to protect Avaline, Zebukiel's tiny body lying near the golden-scaled hatchling. Little one...you have to let me go.

"No...no I won't let you die!" shouted Sage. "Quit talking and conserve your strength...I can heal you."

Sage...you need to save yourself...and your mother. Your riders gave their lives for you and your aunt for your dam. I'll always cherish our years together...it was...it was Wyrda that you found my egg...I'll be waiting for you...in the void.

"Zar'roc...Zar'roc stop...I can..."

Zar'roc lifted his head and pushed his rider towards his mother, yet Sage grabbed his dragon and held on. Sage...go...you can't...do anything more for me. Don't...let this ruin you little one. Pushing himself up on his paws, the dragon turned towards Dettr and the elves who were beginning to advance, pulling himself forcefully from his rider's grip and opened his maw, breathing out a stream of black fire as he heard a command. "Fire."

Sage stared in disbelief, Zar'roc's voice echoing in his head. I love you little one.

"S...Sage..." Sage turned towards his mother and used his elven speed to rush towards her, gathering her in his arms. "Reisa," he snapped out, pointing his right hand towards his bag and then used the shadows to disappear from the elven forests, keeping a tight hold of his mother. They appeared near the cave that Zar'roc had hatched in and Sage carried his mother inside before lying her down on the stone floor.

"Mama...I won't let anything happen to you!"

"My boy...you've gotten stronger...and you've made me so proud...as I'm sure Jason would be proud of you."

"Mama please...you're going to be okay! I won't let you die...you're all I have left since Sephar disappeared."

Sage forced what energy he hadn't spent into his mother, using every form of spell he knew to heal her but nothing wanted to work. "Mama...mama stay with me! Mama!"

"Sweetheart...I'm sorry...sorry I couldn't be a better mother...that I couldn't...protect you."

"Don't say that! You're going to be fine! You'll get better. We can get you another dragon and everything will be okay...we'll leave Alagaesia and not return...start over. Waíse heill!" Sage's magic glowed black over his mother's wounds as they began to stitch themselves together but of course it could only heal what what was on the surface. Unfortunately, his mother's injuries extended beyond that and included mental with the disappearance of her lover and adopted sons as well as her dragon's death. By the end of the second evening his mother had passed as well into the void, leaving Sage truly alone. And unfortunately for the elves of Du Weldenvarden and all others concerned, they had committed an unspeakable crime and perhaps would come to regret creating another Mad Rider...possibly another Mad King.

End Flashback

Western Shores of Alagaesia

A storm raged on the horizon yet beneath the overcast skies, the estranged rider stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean that separated him from Vroengard. The rider turned down to the grave he sealed with magic twisting his wards upon and into it to protect his mother's body. The half-elf rider had not come across his sire or older brothers and his knowledge of if they were alive or not was unknown. "Mother...I'm sorry," spoke Sage as he stared down at the grave, his mother's body encased in diamond through an expendable use of magic. "I'll avenge you...Aunt Fiora and Uncle. I swear it," he spoke before lifting his head again to stare at the shores of the western sea. You'll all pay for this...for taking my dragon and family from me. I swear it.

Staring out over the ocean's endless expanse, his eyes focused on where the island of Vroengard would be. Vroengard...the home of Vrael and other riders before him, riders past until the Fall, until the elf stealer Shadeslayer had somehow removed the radiation of the island which had made it uninhabitable. The rider's eyes narrowed as he turned as a Sundavr hit the ground behind him. "Deyan," he greeted as he dipped his head to his teacher. Since his partner's death and fleeing the elven forests of the north, Sage had not returned to Uru'baen, even though that was where his horse and servant were. Stilio had been taken care of and was no more, he would no longer interfere with his teacher's plans, whatever they might be. Sage had used dark magic to get to the coast with his mother's body after her passing, and both uses of the shadows had caused Deyan to appear, something Deyan was not pleased about. but the Shade had learned of the death of Zar'roc and how he had lied about his riders being alive, using Sage's grief as a distraction to take the information from his mind and seen the circumstances of Zar'roc's death. He'd seen the pain and sadness, anger and fear within his former pupil's mind, the overwhelming sense of loss. As long as the boy did not stand in his way of his plans for the age of Shades, Deyan would not step in unless needed. However, he did have a soft spot for the boy.

"Your use of dark magic is risky boy. Using the shadows to disappear from the elves' homeland was not a smart thing but it was quick thinking. Where is that elf brother of yours?"

"He disappeared with his dragon, our other brother and our sire," sneered Sage, yet there was bitter sadness in his tone. His vision of his riders' and their dragons, of his partner and family lying before him had finally come true. Deyan's bright green eyes glittered as he listened, turning away from the rider and beginning to walk away, Sage understanding he was to follow. Picking up his bag, Sage walked after his teacher away from the grave and the cliff's edge.

"So...you have no dragon now. Did you get a sword?"

"No," said Sage, his voice wavering as a fresh wave of pain hit him. "But I have the scales collected from Zar'roc when grooming him in Uru'baen."

"Is that so?" Deyan whistled, calling the Sundavr to him, the shadow beast rising from the ground and flapping towards them. "I will give you time to think on your decision but without a dragon, you are vulnerable if those other riders find you."

"I plan on getting another egg. They'll all pay."

Deyan took off again as silently as he had come, leaving the rider alone and the lack of words given to him was unsettling. Sage turned and ran towards the cliff edge before diving into the ocean's depths below. He had his bag, weapons and a bit of food packaged into small parcels but not near the food he had purchased. Sage had no plans beyond revenge and getting a new dragon. As he hit the water, it curled around him, cushioning his impact and he began searching for meat.

Beneath the bluish sea-green waters, Sage used a string of words in the Ancient Language to catch a few fish that he grabbed and then swam up to the surface to get air. Surfacing, his silver locks were drenched as was his clothing, magic used to keep his bag dry during his dive. Swimming was something he had to learn himself as a pre-pubescent child, not having been able to learn within the prison. It had been a useful lesson, if not frightening for the lost and exiled boy, something learned after being taken to Uru'baen. In truth, Sage had not recovered hidden memories either in his time within Du Weldenvarden, though had suffered a few headaches as flashes came back that did mot match his memories of abandonment. "Lies," hissed Sage to himself as he treaded water before swimming back to shore and stood as soon as he reached shallow water, walking ashore and heading onto the beach. They abandoned me again...Sephar left just like that elf sire. He led mother on...I should have killed them instead of talking. Now she's dead...because I didn't save her quickly enough.

Tears fell from his eyes, mixing with the water dripping off him as he headed away from he coastline, raising a hand to swipe at the tears. The action made his eyes sting from the saltwater but he ignored the slight pain which was nothing to the emotional pain that was eating away at the rider's mind. Perhaps this had been what the Black King had felt with his partner's death. Anger at comparing himself to the Mad King only made him angrier and that was an emption he knew well. Dropping his bag when he was away from the water's surf, he turned back to stare in the direction of Vroengard which was hidden by miles of ocean. There had to be a way to get there, whether by magic or some other means. Sage looked up at the sky as the storm drew closer. Sage gathered up the driftwood. Vroengard was where he needed to find a new partner, a new ruin, in his quest for vengeance, assuming an egg would hatch for him. When he had them, he waved a hand towards his bag and disappeared further inland.

It took him a while to find his way to the northwestern coast but when he did, he stopped and cleaned and cooked his fish as he sat beneath a tree. In that time of cooking his meal and staring into the fire, Sage's mind replayed the memory of his riders' deaths and then his mother's passing. Dettr's cruel smile was clear as crystal before him and it only deepened the anger and sadness. He took his time eating his meal until the storm was overhead before concentrating and disappeared by stepping into the shade of a tree, letting the shadow swallow him up. Appearing within the shadows of a tree on another beach, Sage looked around him, casting his mind out to his immediate surroundings. Trees, fish, dragons, very little animal life. Nothing but water from what he could see and he then began walking, his mind finally hitting on a presence that wasn't simple minded. He could smell burning wood and cooking fish, the half-elf cloaking himself and following the scents until he came across a girl lying in the sand and seemingly asleep. Sage observed the creature and detecting from its appearance it was human, his mind slipping into this human's mind without detection, so far as he knew, to discover its relation to Shadeslayer. From his peek into the creature's mind, Sage discovered it knew nothing of riders or dragons. Withdrawing and speaking a string of words, Sage cast wards on his person and then turned to examine the sky. The storm should break soon for he could see it coming closer with each beat of the heart. Nevertheless, the rider withdrew his sword slightly, a spell on his tongue as he watched the storm.

Thunder echoed in his ears as the former rider saw the storm finally break upon Vroengard. Watching as the storm came towards the island, he turned and headed inland, silencing his steps with practiced ease. Perhaps one of the few things he liked about his heritage as a half-breed and having to hide all his life due to his parentage which was no fault of his dear mother's. The Gods knew it came in handy time and again, his traits as a half-elf and a rider to boot in his life as a captive in some shape or form, whether it be being born to a captive human or being made to swear his allegiance to both man and shade. Eyes narrowing, Sage drew power from the earth around him, withdrawing his sword completely in the event he might need it, as he moved across the land and to the center, not entirely certain where the eggs would be located. He hadn't expected to to come to this once lively home of riders in ages past.

With having lost everything precious to him, Sage had nothing to lose and not much to live for. His mother had been the only thing keeping his humanity which he had tried and failed to destroy for the past five years at bay, intact and with her death, the rider was slowly slipping into that same pit of despair that Galbatorix had slipped into...madness after losing his own dragon. At least Sage knew that he had not knowingly killed his dragon due to human youthful arrogance. But like Galbatorix, neither of their dragons had fled into their Heart of Hearts, in fact his beautiful and deadly Nightscales had not even coughed up his own Heart. Despite being a rider for five years, Sage knew that it was a risky thing, even if it was useful. The Fall of the Riders had seen to that, with the Wyrdfell taking the Hearts of their former companions for the Mad King's purpose. Casting his mind out briefly, he detected the presence of a rider-dragon pair that had been left on the island because the dragon was too young to fight and someone needed to be here to protect the sleepers. Sage knew taking on a dragon and its rider was a risky thing without his partner but he was not exactly thinking straight these days and knew the best way to get off the island undetected was to kill them or avoid being seen altogether which would be preferred.

"Kyverst," Sage whispered in the ancient tongue when he approached the rider and dragon pair, a young ultraviolet dragon who appeared around Artemis's age, snoozing within a clearing of the forest lining the island. Sage watched as his spell targeted the dragon's neck, earning a deep gash on its neck. Blood pooled out onto the earth beneath it, even as it shot a flame of ultraviolet fire at him. Sage countered it by summoning fire to his hand and splitting the flame in two, then sending it towards the opposing rider with a simple word, "Jeida." While the rider crumpled to the ground, their neck broken, Sage stalked towards the dragon as he called the fire back to himself. "Knekke Vinger," he spoke and the dying dragon's wings both snapped and crumpled to render it unable to fly.

"Why?" questioned the dragon to him as she felt her partner die. Sage stared down at the dragon before raising his sword and slicing it through the dragon's neck, a cough of blood hitting the rider's body as her body went still...yet before she did her consciousness fled into her own Heart of Hearts which her rider had at this moment. Sage watched this all before wiping his blade on the ground and then turned to retrieve the stone, slipping it into his bag before ending continuing his search. Exhaling, Sage stepped into the shadow of a tree and focused, appearing within the shadows of a building and strode as if he had not just murdered a dragon and its rider., had not just committed a crime that had cost the Forsworn their dragons' names. Blood dripped from his shirt as he made his way towards the egg chamber, only encountering a couple of elves that he easily dispatched in his wake without much fuss. A pity, he had hoped to get in and out of here quite easily without trouble but at least he had gotten rid of two elves who were likely loyal to Shadeslayer and Dragonkiller, never mind that Arya Dröttningu was also a Shadeslayer in her own right.

Within his bag, the Heart of Aura cried for her life stolen from her and her rider Zven who had only been with her for three years, her screams echoing silently within the bag though the yellow-sun and ice-blue stones murmured together as they sensed the arrival of another dragon within their midst, another dragon whose life had been taken. Sage hurried now towards the fountain in the middle of the courtyard and then towards the buildings, his mind lightly touching and then withdrawing back upon the creatures around him though it seemed most were within the buildings or the animals that huddled in their homes beneath the earth or within the trees to hide from the storm. Finding, at last, the egg chamber within Vroengard, Sage cast his mind about but detected only himself and numerous sleepers within their eggs. Now...now I can try to find someone...hopefully. The broken rider entered the egg chamber and stared at the eggs, never having had to actually search for an egg before when he had merely stumbled upon his Nightscales' egg when he had been cast out and exiled from the human prison.

Sage wandered the egg chamber, sheathing his sword as he went. Outside the storm continued to rage as he pursued the eggs, attempting to keep a hold of his anger and glee at being just like his uncle and killing an elf, albeit for entirely different reasons. Pulling his magic back, keeping his elements at bay within him so he did not unintentionally harm the sleepers within their eggs as they waited for their riders, and Sage hoped these sleepers would be able to find their riders, he nevertheless was here for a reason. To find a new dragon to rule at his side though what he would rule he was not sure and so his teacher, his mentor and master Deyan would not find someone else to take his place. He didn't know what he would do if Deyan cast him out of his life.

Light footfalls echoed over the stone floor as Sage searched the eggs, placing his hand on a few that caught his fancy, but the dragons within remained asleep and did not respond to his presence. Would they reject him for what he had done? He knew they were capable of seeing, hearing and communicating with the outside world. He knew that if he found a dragon, it would be bonded to him through body and mind, as well as spirit, until one, or both, died in their partnership. Sage could not deny that he craved that, the connection of being bonded to someone so deeply that they would never leave him but for death. Yet, so far, none of these sleepers were responding to his presence and it worried him, the rider biting his lip in agitation and drawing blood that trailed down his chin, mingling with the blood on his shirt that dripped slowly and quietly to the stone floor.

Within the egg chamber, some of the sleeping dragons sensed the broken rider within their presence but those who had their eggs touched by the rider did not react for this broken rider was not their rider. Yet one egg, one that was charcoal gray with silver veins running through it sensed its rider after a long time within its egg and the pain its rider was within. It began to stir frantically within its egg, trying to send out images and voiceless calls to the one who had it had waited for, who had been taken by another dragon before it. Outside its egg, Sage stilled as he sensed something different and headed towards the rocking sound on one of the cavern recesses, an image of burnt wood entering his mind. It was followed by the image of charred grass and ash raining from the sky, causing Sage to stumble and catch himself upon the wall, his hand brushing an egg the color of clouds. Resting there for a moment, he continued walking, his ears eventually picking up the sound of the rocking egg against stone and soon came to stand before a dark gray egg with silver veins running through it. An image of burnt wood again appeared within his mind's eye and he frowned down at the egg before tentatively and hesitantly reaching out a hand to rest against the egg's cool surface, the unborn dragon within chirping within the egg as it sensed its rider was finally with it. Yet before he could remove the egg from its recess, there was a roar from the direction of the cave and he snatched his hand back as a wordless keening sound echoed within the egg at the loss of contact.

"Who are you?! You have no right to be here!" He turned to see a mahogany-brown dragon growling from the entrance, an urgal standing beside it. It was the urgal that was speaking to him and he frowned.

"This egg...it belongs to me," spoke Sage. "Allow me to take it and I will leave."

"I'm afraid that is not an option," said the rider. "Leave the eggs and come with us."

Sage ground his teeth together before issuing out another death word. "Deyja," he hissed towards the rider, removing his bow and one of his warded arrows before firing it at the rider, neither spell nor arrow hitting the rider as the rider dodged the spell, instead hitting the dragon which had not been his intention. The rider turned to stare at his dragon as it crumpled to the ground, the arrow hitting the dragon's chest. The dragon let out a roar of pain and there was a cry from the rider.

"Zhada!" shouted the urgal rider as he rushed towards his partner. "Garjla!"

Sage screamed as light lit up the egg chamber, causing him to stumble backwards and hit the wall, the light filling the room and blinding him. It forced him to shield his eyes and blink rapidly to try to clear his vision. "Kveykva!" he shouted in desperation, followed by the fire spell Brisingr and combining the two spells, sent them at the rider in quick succession, or at least trying to. The fused spell of lightning-fire raced towards the rider as he stumbled back into his dragon, Sage summoning air to aid him and slashing across himself, causing the wind to speed towards the rider and cut him. Curse them! He turned towards the egg and put his hand against it once more, the tiny dragon beginning to wiggle within the egg and push against it, only for Sage to scream as he felt something hit his shoulder and arm, breaking the bone. His distress must have been sensed by the dragon within the egg for it struggled weakly against the egg, yet as he had done five years ago with Zar'roc's egg, he did not try to help the dragon out of its egg. This was something all dragons had to do themselves.

A thin crack echoed within the chamber from the egg Sage had his hand against yet he lifted his broken arm as he turned at a spell coming towards him. "Skölir!" Sage shouted, even as fire came towards him, using his magic to cast the shield around the eggs so they would not be harmed and himself. Rage appeared within his eyes and he cast a dark spell at the rider who dared put sleepers in danger, severing the rider's connection to life and ripping the gem-like stone within the rider's hand that it was drawing power from towards himself. Stuffing it into his bag, Sage grabbed the still hatching dragon and disappeared with the shadows, the rider slamming a rocky cliff. Holding onto the hatching egg within his hand, he stuffed it into his bag as he tried to hold on but fell to the ocean's depths as the storm raged. "Vindr," he hissed out and the wind swirled beneath him, slowing his descent, his mind trying to focus on somewhere he could hatch this dragon...his new partner...in safety...before the eldunarya and other elves got a hold of him.

Rider and dragon continued falling to the ocean waters below, the storm continuing to rage about them as rain and wind lashed the rider's face. "New souls," spoke the chipper voice of the yellow eldunari that glowed like the sun while the ice-blue murmured to itself like a bubbling brook but did not otherwise answer Hikaru's eldunari, nor did she acknowledge the presence of the frightened and distressed dragon attempting to hatch from its egg, Zhada's mournful silent cries mingling with Aura's. Buried of course beneath what clothing Sage still had on him within his bag, the rest of his food had been undoubtedly destroyed by the elves of Du Weldenvarden along with Zar'roc's saddle upon the dragon's death. The tiny dragon still tried to get out of its egg, splintering the egg and causing it to fall around it but it wasn't easy with the two gem-like stones of Aura and Zhada resting on either side of it, making things difficult for the reptile. In desperate fear, it had sent out a wordless cry for help for it and its rider, unknowing to Sage who was trying to slow their descent with the air, the battle with the urgal rider and the magic he had used to get to Vroengard, plus destroying a couple of elves and another rider duo sapping his energy from him. It was doubtful he would even be able to make it to land, considering he had not landed where he had intended to land when fleeing, his only thought to get him and the hatching partner of his to safety.

As Sage hit something, the charcoal and silver dragon poked its head out of the bag, issuing a keening cry. Seconds before they would have hit the water and potentially perished without getting off of the island, they landed upon something that caught them with inches to spare before being consumed by the waves, a startled squeak of surprise-fear issuing from the dragon still caught within its egg and the air leaving his lungs as Sage lay there winded and exhausted, his spell disappearing. A hand felt for his bag and pushed the dragon's head back into the bag before shutting it as Sage rolled to his side, wing beats echoing within his ears coupled with wind, rain and thunder. Casting his mind out around him, he was immediately relived to not feel the alien presence of a lethrblaka, though he could not imagine why one would willingly catch him and surely it would have caught him in its mouth or claws, but rather he felt the presence of a dragon. He pulled his mind back but kept a tight hold of his bag which he eased off as he tried to sit up, keeping one hand pressed firmly against the struggling dragon's head to keep it down within his bag as he worked to secure the flap so his things would remain dry.

Just before they would have hit the ocean below, Sage felt himself land upon something, curling his body instinctively to protect not only the four eldunarya within his bag but also the hatchling within as well, the hatchling that was still trying to get out of its protective shell and bond with its rider. It was not scales that he felt underneath him, nor even the smooth skin of a lethrblaka, but a saddle made of leather and a few moments later a mental voice washed over him, telling him they were safe and were almost safely upon land. Sage could not help laughing bitterly at that, too exhausted for much else, his mind walls slammed up as soon as he detected the presence within his head and over the wind and rain lashing his face, the thunderstorm which was beginning to be a hindrance, he thought he heard excited chirping coming from somewhere within his vicinity and cast his mind out to touch upon a hatchling dragon as well. In between this realization, that he was on a dragon and hoping to the Gods it wasn't that blasted Shadeslayer, he felt the distressed emotions of his dragon; not his beautiful Zar'roc Nightscales but this little tiny thing that he had not yet even bonded with. Emotions of fear-hunger-tiredness within his mind and he tried to mentally soothe the dragon that he hoped to bond to, that had been unknowingly waiting for him, that sought him out and was trying desperately to get to its rider.

Sage knew he had to get out of Vroengard air space, get away from the island before the eldunarya that watched over Alagaesia now and the other elves, the wild dragons that were left behind to guard the eggs, detected the two elves and the two pairs of rider-dragons that he had killed. Not that Sage particularly cared what happened to him but he would not lose his soul-hearts nor this tiny dragon like had lost his students, his mother and aunt, his beloved partner. Safe? I am not safe anywhere near or on Vroengard, Sage thought bitterly to himself. As they landed upon the earth, he could hear water lapping at the beach behind him and stared up at the sky for a moment, thunderclouds falling down. A moment later the dragon he was lying on...and it must be a rider's dragon for he knew wild dragons didn't carry people on their backs...had turned its body somewhat to shield him from the rain before carrying them somewhere. Sage hung onto the saddle with his good hand since his right shoulder and arm were useless, not sure what would happen to his gedwey ignasia as he had never known a rider to lose their dragon before and bond with another, in fact he wasn't sure it had ever happened in the entire history of the riders, making him the first if that were the case, and turned to undo his bag before taking out the egg and setting it in his lap, holding the egg as a nose pushed against the egg crack, thin as it was, and pushed against it as a puff of air was taken away on the wind. Sage still did not help the dragon try to get out, he only stared down at it and watched as it struggled to free itself from the confines of its shell, wordless gratitude towards the dragon that had caught it and its rider.

Struggling to push itself free of the egg, the hatching dragon was tired and hungry, its only recourse knowing it was near to its rider. Breathing laboriously as it took a brief respite before trying again to emerge from its shell, it pushed its nose once more against the egg, causing another crack to appear within its surface, this one along one of the silver veins running through the egg. A keening chirp echoed within Sage's hearing as he cast his eyes momentarily down at the hatching dragon, observing the nose sticking out and, as he watched, one filmy eye appeared before him, staring up at him through the egg crack before it threw its weight against the egg. More cracks appeared within the surface until it got its head and shoulders out, stopping again to breathe laboriously. One filmy eye peeled open and Sage could see eyes that resembled ashes with black reptilian pupils. Sage was silent, though that might just be from exhaustion, regardless and for the first time since losing Zar'roc, Sage actually smiled.

Back within Uru'baen, there was no word concerning the black rider and his dragon though none cared about the red rider that had once served Galbatorix, the red rider having returned to the capital. The king's rider's servant often remained in her room or her master's room, Sephar and Hegraz having gone to Vroengard when it was safe enough though had no knowledge that the brown rider had ran away and the sage-green pair had abandoned her master. Taka, Sage's healer, continued to watch and tend to the girl's health though both were worried as days passed with no word, even though, for Vanshi if her master were deceased, it would mean her freedom. Nevertheless, Murtaugh and Thorn had arrived back and spoken of evil creature Stilio having been killed. "Master will surely return," spoke Taka as he examined Vanshi once again, studying the young girl as she had spoken of light hurting her eyes. As expected, the servant did not respond to master's healer as she tossed some bird seed to Wing, the pigeon chirping as it hopper about and pecked at the seeds on the floor.

Releasing his hold upon the dragon's saddle, Sage's face twisted from a smile into a deepening frown at seeing exactly where they were with a quick glance around upon the dragon lying down after coming to a stop. Keeping the walls within his mind up, for he did not want anyone or anything accessing his mind at all, Sage also extended his mind outwards and wrapped it around the nameless dragon's due to it being too young to understand the dangers of having an open mind with potential enemies and if this rider dragon was a student of either Shadeslayer, then it was an enemy along with its rider, whomever they might be. However, his mind again caught the presence of another dragon, this one significantly younger and his frown only seemed to deepen further into a scowl at this point, casting his mind out to touch upon the young dragon's. Grasping a fingertip of his glove over his right hand, Sage pulled it off and inspected the mark of the rider upon his palm before turning it towards the dragonling trying to hatch from its egg. After a few more frantic pushes of throwing its weight about the egg, earning a few more cracks in the egg in response, the tiny thing finally broke through as a large crack split down the middle and the pieces fell onto the shadow, the dragonling once again staring at Sage with filmy ash-gray eyes before issuing a keening cry and sending hunger emotion towards its awaited rider.

I don't know what made you choose me or even wait for me, nor why my beloved Zar'roc chose me, but it's a misfortune that you have done so. Misfortune...that's what I'll call you...it's wyrda perhaps that you chose me...and you'll be a misfortune to our enemies...so your name is Rauthr, Sage thought to himself, extending his hand towards the dragonling's head as it began tearing at the pieces of egg shell and crunching them with sharp tiny teeth, allowing Sage to rest his hand upon the dragonling's head and that same ice-fire which seemed to tingle with electricity rushed through him, making the rider hiss in surprise and displeasure as the newly appointed Rauthr judged him as Zar'roc had done five years ago before settling down and making the gedwey ignasia on his right hand flash with light, earning a stinging burn like he'd touched snow or ice. Frowning, for he had never felt electricity before with Zar'roc's bonding to him, Sage turned to see his hand was inflamed around his rider mark, the mark appearing as well as a faint silver outline upon Rauthr's forehead. Interesting, he thought to himself.

Rauthr's scales seemed to be the charcoal gray of burnt wood yet mixed within was the silver coloring that broke up and caused light patches to appear upon the soft scales of his new partner. Sage focused on the water within the air and used it to wipe the filmness from the dragon's eyes, allowing it to see clearly and waited for it to fill its belly before gathering it in his arms and jumping to the ground. The silver was not all welcome to Sage for it reminded him of his mother's innocent chosen one, Zebukiel who would hopefully be within the void with her and protect her. Closing his eyes, Rauthr looked up at him at sensing a strange sensation from its awaited bonded, the dragon no bigger than a squirrel and rather tiny at that despite the large egg it had been encased in and was now consuming. Along its neck and the back of its head was a frill and there was a frill along its tail and the lower back, the dragon being male though Sage did not currently know that. It squeaked as the water hit its eyes, washing away the film covering them and blinked rapidly, raising a paw to wipe at its face.

A plop of water hit Sage, causing him to look up at the sky with a scowl on his face as Rauthr paused in his eating at hearing and smelling something besides his bonded. His head and neck swung to look around, hissing at the albino hatchling that approached and then turned to latch onto his rider's pant leg as Sage stood and gathered the remaining egg shells, stumbling towards the dragon's side and then jumping down. He would need to find somewhere to recover from the extensive use of magic and fighting he had gone been within, Rauthr squeaking at the jarring impact of Sage hitting the ground, even if it was not a long distance for the rider. Controlling the weather was beyond his capabilities, still his fire should help to keep him warm and he focused on raising the fire surging within him, extending it through his body and towards his dragon which might not be needed but Rauthr looked like it couldn't control its own inner fire yet.

Rauthr's tail hung loosely from his body as Sage landed and straightened, blood still staining his shirt from the dying Zhada coughing blood at him and the spray of Aura's blood upon killing her. Well the rain helped a bit but it seemed this would be another shirt that that got burned. Blood was near impossible to get out of clothing. He turned back, his golden eyes glittering with anger as the albino dragonling chirped frantically at Sage's new partner. Sage turned to see someone coming out of a cave nearby, the human female coming up to the coal-black dragon and the albino dragonling rushing towards the human, causing him to scowl. Though it might be difficult to tell why Sage was even scowling at such an action taken by the dragonling. Waving his hand, he lifted the dragonling from his leg and caused it to float into the air before snatching it out of the air and allowing it to perch upon his shoulder, his free hand brushing over it as he silently weaved a few wards over the creature's tiny body in the unlikely event he were attacked.

The rider spoke briefly to its dragon before turning to him and asking his name, Sage's eyes narrowing to slits at the question. This creature didn't deserve to know his name, especially if it were one of Shadeslayer's pets. Sage mulled the question over for a few moments before hitting upon something he remembered from his childhood, a name he had been called by one of the women who had shunned his poor mother and himself during his years as a secret. "You can call me Rat," said Sage. Strictly speaking, he would prefer not to be called 'rat' but he wasn't mad enough to give his name, nor the name he was known by.
He couldn't afford to use much more magic, not certain how much reserves of energy he had within the obsidian stone set on Dark Moon's pommel. Interesting, he thought when the creature refused to address him by such a...derogatory name. Tired as he was, and suspicious of this rider's motives, Sage watched quietly thought tried to keep his mind aware in the event something might happen. He would not lose this new dragon of his, not so soon after losing his first partner. She offered him shelter and clothing as well good and a bed for the time being. Pulling his glove back on, Sage stretched out his fingers and turned to look at the opening between the trees. The weather would be a problem.

"Do you even know where you are?" he questioned, turning back as he sensed the bigger dragon moving away from him and catching the rider leaving the area. "You are on Vrael-Elda's home, Vrogengard." This would always be Vrael's home to him. Reaching up, he removed the dragonling from his shoulder and stared at it, turning it and lifting its tail to check its sex. Another male had hatched for him, chosen him for some strange reason. "No...I have someone expecting me," said Sage. "My...brother." As she headed into the warmth of the cave, Sage stilled as he sensed something and turned towards the center of the island, before walking back towards the beach, his mind concentrating on a destination.

Sage slammed into the ground, dropping Rauthr and his bag as he landed on the cliff he had been trying to get to. The dragon squeaked in surprise as the rider bent over, breathing heavily from magical exhaustion. His breathing came out in shaky gasps, as back on island, there was a cry of alarm as one of the young wild dragons came across Aura's and Zven's bodies, calling for an elf to go to the watchers and inform them while a loud roar echoed across the island, alerting other elves and wild dragons to the discovery. Sage, meanwhile, stumbled to his feet and snagged up the hatchling before forcing his exhausted body to begin moving away from the western coast.

Ziz had taken over Alalëa as the elves and urgals had left it barren for years. Creatures that resembled griffins but could shape shift into humans, dragons and griffins also lived there as well as normal humans and two other races that were not known to those of Alagaesia. Zarak, an adolescent Ziz, was resting on a ship, his molting beginning and therefore unable to fly with a few others of his race. Though the waters where the ship was were clear, there was an unknown storm on the horizon as the ship sailed to explore new lands. "Storm coming!" shouted a sailor as the ship bobbed within the water.

Zarak watched the oncoming storm, none of the ziz able to fly to safety, their powers weak with their molting. "We need somewhere to land or put the sails down and wait it out!" Zarak shouted over the wind and thunder.

Rhagedus shook his pelt out as he entered one of the buildings on Vroengard, the Eurasian Lynx's ears flattening in disgust at the rain that fell outside. However, there was the sound of a roar that pierced the dark sky and he turned his wild eyes towards the shadow of a dragon rushing by. "Hmmm, now what is the problem here?" he questioned himself.

This is from a sadly dead and enjoyable for me RP called Inheritance Cycle Playground on fanfiction.net. I played the rider Sage, his servant Vanshi who was a background character and eventually Rhagedus (a werecat). Sage was a half-elf, born of a human captive and a elf lord who was also a military commander. He was enslaved to King Orrin and also the shade Deyan after he was exiled from the forests outside Du Weldenvarden.

Spoiler: Zeus-A Loner chosen by three

Cool and refreshing...tame one second then becoming wild and dangerous the next. It was always changing from liquid to gas when heated enough to ice when it was winter or in a place such as the tundra where it was always cold. Water was versatile due to its ability to adapt and those that lived among it learned to adapt as well. In a way like humanity, adapting to what nature threw at them, moving on when times became lean and despair filled, settling down roots where they wished and picking them up again to move on to the next destination. The water drifted around him, flowing over his sore pads that found relief after the endless traveling. Traveling for months if not years just to get to get to this one area.

If any were to attempt looking this loner up, they would find nothing on him. No paperwork, no school or medical records, nothing in a computer database whether locally, state or federal. For all intents and purposes this loner did not exist in society, any society whether it be human or wolf. There were no family and no friends, no enemies of which to contact for information. He was, in the very sense of the word, a phantom in the world, utterly invisible. The breeze was light as it blew across his fur, blowing in the earthy scent of apple and clover that was his own unique scent. He lay in silence but for the heavy and fast paced rise and fall of his body as he took in air.

The wind however blew the scent of wolf again to his nose, this time unmistakable and he turned his head, ears swiveling forward as he listened to the forest around him but the only sounds he could hear were birds in the trees, the wind rustling the branches, the water swirling around him gently. The wolf rose to his paws, not moving from the water as he turned his entire body to face the source of the disturbance, the light being captured and released within his fur that was soaking wet on the bottom from water. "I would come out if I were you," came the voice that contrary to the booming howl, sounded more like rustling willow branches.

This is of the co-gm's (of the original clover hills) attempt at just copying my ideas and my response with my loner (who they didn't like).

Spoiler: Janus-Shaman Brother

Janus set the empty can down on his desk as he stared blearily at the door in front of him that led into the infirmary, separating his office. He knew he wasn't in any condition to be healing anyone at the moment, least of all that ditzy concubine who seemed to think she could make friends with his brother. Beatings didn't seem to work nor did what Styx had done and, so he had heard, another pack member raping what was his brother's. Janus tapped his fingers on his desk, wondering how to get it into that female that she was nothing, the thought of her causing him to snarl and clench his hands together into fists. All the healer had to do was wait...when those pups were born and obvious weaklings, no matter if they came from Styx or not, the healer would enjoy snapping their little tiny necks in front of that female. Should his brother decide to keep the female after giving him weaklings...well that proved that his brother was not all there in the head and needed some form of mental examination, not that his brother would ever consent to that. Then a cruel smile slipped over the healer's face...her pups...perhaps threatening the little weaklings would be what was needed to get into that woman's skull. Once they were born and their lives ended, hopefully his brother would kill her...if not...well the healer would be glad to step in and end her. After all...she would never become a Winson member, regardless how many times she was bred raw by his brother and she couldn't be allowed to go back to Hendrix or risk leading that goody alpha here. A weak alpha at that if his brother was correct. Or maybe...hmmm....now that was a possiblity as well and still ended in what Janus wanted. The healer's smile twisted into a cruel smirk as he suddenly and unexpectedly broke into crazed laughter. It didn't matter...when Artemis ultimately failed to conceive or birth pups, she would be ended as well most likely as there would be no use for her. If only Styx ended more females' lives and weeded out the weak instead of keeping them around or let him do it.

Janus was quiet and unsympathetic towards his nephews or nieces, he didn't really document the genders of the pups; just their birthday and deathday, the heat cycles of the women he had prepared for his brother, their status as omega or breeder and the litter sizes. As his brother spoke to the female and then to him with a smirk on his face, the healer began laughing. Whether it was the genes from their father or his time with his brother or even when he was held hostage by those humans, sometimes the healer had slight bouts of madness though mostly he had fits of uncontrollable anger and rage. He tilted his head at the single pup in his right hand and then glanced down at the breeder before smiling even more. "I would enjoy that," said Janus. "I know you're a bit picky about blood being on your floors unless your harem bleeds when you have them so I'll just kill them this way," he said, gesturing towards himself with one of the pups.

Janus dropped the two pups in his left hand onto the floor, the pups screaming as their bodies hit. Still wearing that maddening smile on his face, Janus took the sole pup in two hands and then suddenly twisted, causing the newborn to whimper and cry out as Janus just twisted the small one's body in his hands, bones snapping at his action before it went limp as its neck snapped and dropped its limp form on the floor before picking up a second one and just snapping this one's neck. Dropping that one the healer looked at the third as he snatched it up roughly, studying it before opening his mouth and bit down through the pup, causing it to shriek as Janus had to bite down a few times, each time eliciting a shriek of pain and causing blood to swell up in his mouth which the healer swallowed, metallic iron taste filling his mouth as he chewed on the pup, shifting his teeth enough to get a better grip on the youngster before with a sickening crack he'd pierced its heart and it suddenly stopped twitching. Janus didn't open his mouth though until he was sure the pup wasn't bleeding anymore and tore into the small body, tearing off bits of flesh, holding the maimed creature in a hand as he swallowed the bits of meat.

"I imagine you wish to deal with the woman yourself?" Janus questioned as he bent to pick up the bodies of the other two pups.

My playing a Shaman (Janus Kagore), the brother of Styx Kagore and Eddie. He is the Shaman and starves himself when the females are with his brother's pups to ensure their pups are hopefully born strong so is in a permanent state of malnutrition.

 

[Mysterious Equine]

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[The Sheep Who Killed Wolf]

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[ZAlcyoneus]

Thank you both for the warm welcome. I've put up spoilers of a few different responses of my writing samples if anyone wishes. The last one is gore and how I write it.

 

[dismage]

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[ZAlcyoneus]

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