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Zielach, Session 03
With a cry echoing through the trees from above, a massive Gelree descends into the clearing. It knows they are there. It knows they are small. It knows they have killed its flock. It knows, and now they will pay for their transgressions.
Baron von Blackberry looked up at the massive Gelree, pointed up at the sky, and shouted, "Oh, sweet mother of strawberry, KILL IT WITH FIRE!"
"T-th-this is too big to do anything with! What are we sticking around here for?!" Phyrra cowered defensively, her claymore in front of her.
Ithelis sighed, frustrated, while Iris pulled back her bow, hell bent on hitting the Gelreeka. "I think we'll have a fine roast tonight." she uttered before letting loose the arrow. The arrow breezed by, the noise barely drawing its attention.
Phyrra lifted her sword, her face twisting into a grin as her hair and wings flared, and with a leap she made an attack with her claymore! Her blade struck true, drawing first blood from the beast.
Ikun-scek, in proximity to the bird
History of Nifelheim
The sounds of life rose from behind the wooden wall surrounding the small village of Periah. Dawn was some time past, and the villagers went about their daily lives as they always did, come poor weather, raids, and what ever else might come their way. Merchants set their stalls, cooks tended to their fires and prepared to feed their customers, and children helped with their chores before running off to have their fun. A few wagons trundled up the road, some ways off yet, but undoubtedly intending to bring business. For a small outpost town, life was as good as it got, and they had not suffered greatly in some time.
Sunlight glared onto the nearby cliff face and reflected into the windows of the inn, shedding light on any patron still asleep at this hour. More specifically, right into the face of a fairly young beastgirl, taking the opportunity for some extra sleep before heading into the wilder areas again. Her face scrunched against the light, trying to deny its existence, but eventua
Heartcore Harem: Arc II, Chapter 11* * *
Arc II - Bonding
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Syranon let himself flop onto his bed, a massive sigh escaping his lungs. He had managed to get through the baths without angering either of the girls, somehow, and wanted nothing more than to now rest in peace and solitude. He thought he could feel an odd sense of satisfaction but was unable to identify why or how. "Must be Suko or Teodora," he muttered, concluding it was the Bond. "I suppose most guys would be happy in my shoes, especially with the bath situation."
"What 'bath situation' would that be, hmm?" came a voice from the shadows. The beastman sat bolt upright in alarm and stared into the dark where the voice had come from. He swallowed in surprise when Amethyst Lashiec emerged, malice in her shining eyes. "It wouldn't happen to be a situation related to my sister, would it?"
He started backing up as she approached, scooting away on the bed. "Your sister? W-why would you ask that?"
"Oh, I don't know," the succubus said in a wistful tone
Heartcore Harem: Arc II, Chapter 10The sun shone high in the sky when the morning instruction ended. Stretching the lingering kinks in his muscles out from the morning's exercises with Ryodalin and the beating from Amethyst, Syranon sighed and dreaded what the next morning might bring. His first Bondmate, Sukina, interrupted his train of thought. "Syranon, are you feeling better?"
Nodding in affirmation, he answered her concerned query. "Yes. My healing spell took care of the worst of the damage. The soreness is just lingering, and it's honestly somewhat pleasant when it's from the normal exercises, bruises aside."
"Good," she sighed, relieved. "I was worried you were mad about my sister's actions. I'm sorry she got so carried away, I just don't know what got into her."
"It was painful, but I guess I'm not angry about it. It's over with now, and she looked upset enough over how angry YOU seemed that I didn't really need to dwell on it. Even if it was over the top of her, we need to work together later on. Holding a grud
Heartcore Harem: Arc II, Chapter 9Arc II - Bonding
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Syranon stood several meters from Ryodalin and bore a somewhat resigned look. When his first Bondmate, Sukina Lashiec, had asked to join him for his morning trainings with Ryodalin, he saw no problem with the request. In fact, if he had been open, he was somewhat excited to have another friend there to counter his human one's aggression.
His enthusiasm hit a sturdy wall several days later, however, when his Bondmate had brought along her sister Amethyst. To top even that, it seemed Teodora had decided to join them as well, looking nearly as perturbed as Amethyst. The two rivals were standing off to the side with Sukina while Syranon and Ryodalin sparred, casting glares at him and his Bondmate. Syranon raised the wooden staff he was using today and blocked a vicious kick from the redhead with it. Using the force of the impact, he leapt back to create some distance between the two of them before leaping in, using the tip of his weapon like a spear.
Heartcore Harem: Arc II, Chapter 8* * *
Arc II - Bonding
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Words seeming of nonsense emerged from his mouth as he began channeling the energies necessary for the ritual. Moving to one side of the largest runed circle in the center of the floor, Sukina turned her back to Syranon and started to unbutton her uniform, fingers hesitant. The beastman himself took a deep breath to steel himself and moved opposite her, doing the same. He could feel the heat spreading across his face and stopped before removing his shirt. "Sir Asmodai...is stripping down so much really necessary?"
The overfiend was in no position to answer, so Sukina, turned her head to look over her shoulder and respond for him. "Yes...besides the minor aspect of keeping our clothes intact, the bond requires a...rather intimate beginning. Since we would be linked by soul, there can be no hiding about the body. Do...do you want to stop, Syranon? I don't want to force you into anything against your will..."
A swallow brought his voice back to him,
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
Facing Your Fears :: 6Rehabilitation Process: Day 6...
The days were passing by. Though Persephone seemed keen to keep interacting with Terrence while her sight was impaired, Flora continued pestering her older sister about removing her makeshift blindfold or at least accustoming herself to touching Terrence. She refused to believe that her sister wasn't ready for this next step, as Persephone had been talking to Terrence recently without so much as stuttering even once. Obviously she had been growing more comfortable with the giant spider over the course of the week yet each time Flora suggested their next course of action, Persephone would a way to dodge it.
Unfortunately, Terrence also proved little to no help coercing Persephone; he wanted her to progress at her own pace and didn't in the slightest want to force her into some situation she was uncomfortable with. He sought her trust, after all, and forcing her to touch him might risk that trust. He constantly told Flora th
Neither A Light, Nor A Heat - Part 1Cold wind whistled through the gorge that cut through the Ascarlin Mountains, sending a shiver through Lyne that rattled all the way down to the bone. Below, autumn colors were settling into the woods that surrounded the city of Negav. People were tending warm hearths, cooking dinner as the heat radiated out into the room and melted off the chill starting to settle in. Snow was rare in Felarya's only permanent human settlement, but that knowledge did little to make the winter rains less frigid.
Lyne pulled his cloak around him and hunched forward, trying to keep his hands from the iron barrel of his rifle, which refused to hold any heat. His shirt and pants were at least warm enough to keep the chill off of his wire-thin body, and the mop of loose, curly hair was thick enough to hold in what heat he managed to acquire.
"Liven up, son," said the driver next to him. He dug his elbow into Lyne's side, and about knocked the young man over. "You look like you're keeping a graveyard watch."
Jelsa Edo-jidai AU: Cherry Tree's Branch
Fifty years of a mortal's life
Would be but a fleeting moment
Contrast with the life of Geten
It is nothing but a very dream and illusion
But once they are given life from God
There is no such thing that do not perish
Unless we consider this very seed of awakening
It is a grievous truth indeed
That was the only way Jack was able to summarize his situation upon his arrival at Toketsu Castle.
The Tenshu (main castle tower) was three-stories high, and though small, demonstrates the design required of a castle during periods of war. Standing tall with the height of 164 shaku (164 ft), Jack realized it looked even magnificent up close. The stone walls with large moats and four layers turrets encircles the inner tower of plaster, especially built in order to prevent enemies' siege to scale the walls. But that wasn't what discouraged him the most—It was the size of the annexes and the gard
Embroidered 12 ( LevixReader AU)
You, Petra and Levi had moved your little group project upstairs in the family loft. The storm had gotten even worse as time flew by. Working by nothing but the light of the candles and flashlights you were just about finished with your group project. All you had to do was print out the statistics and pie chart and you all were done but of course, the power is out and there's no telling when it's going to come back on again. Your laptop was the only source of entertainment but no one could agree on what movie to watch. And no one meaning You and Levi. So here the three of you were. Sprawled out on the floor in the loft staring into the sky light watching as the rain tapped violently against it and the lightning flashed. Normally, thunderstorms would put you to sleep but this is totally different. Your teeth began to ache due to the munchies you had gotten and your stomach cursed you out loudly for neglecting to fill it up. Levi and Petra both heard this and exchanged looks at ea
Myth City Role-Play: Part One
(I most likely made this look more epic than I ought. But I wanted to do a crime noir style with this one. >w> )
This was done between :iconShadowdancer172: and :iconJessica-Rae-3:. She plays the part of Adair and was the one t start the prompt. I slightly rephrased her first part to fit in a story mode. Enjoy.
Hugh, a werewolf, is a police officer in a city that mixes humans and mythical creatures; which, of course, makes his job much more difficult. While most of these mythical creatures choose to stay in their natural forms, a few - more specifically, the larger ones - appear as humans, so that they can live more comfortably in a human-sized city.
One day, Hugh had to go a few miles outside of the city, into a deep forest, to check up on one person who hasn't paid their taxes or even really visited the city, as far as he knew, in quite a while.
When he reached their home, he grimaced. It's clear this p
Embroidered 13 (LevixReader AU)
It was nightfall by the time the storm blew over. The streets of Rose township were slightly flooded with little debris from trees and garbage. Petra decided to spend the night and went home to get some clothes. As for you, of course you had to stay and watch Levi, whose fever was starting to let up a little bit. After that whole incident, you refused to look at him or even speak to him. Of course he was pissed off about it but he didn't let it show. He pretended not to care, which was a big mistake. He finished his second part of his experiment by seeing how you'd react if he did something that caught you by surprise, which was a big success. But the third and final step of his plan was interrupted by Petra. The third step would have concluded your feelings for him. Your acceptance of him. He was looking forward to tasting your lips. And hearing you moan his name as he kissed your flesh sent him over the edge. He was going to make you his right then and there, but because of Pe
Myth City Role-Play: Part Two
(I love the pic still! )
It wasn't until about a week later when Judy was sitting in her office that she got the phone call. She was chewing on some gum while filing down her nails since this was her break, but of course someone would call at that moment. She shouted at the other cubicles, "Phone call!"
No one responded.
She sucked her teeth and then answered the phone with a grumble, "Mythos Taxing Relief. This is Judy Sanders. How may I help you?"
Adair paused, sighed, and replied, in a slightly strained voice (it took a huge amount of effort to degrade himself this way), "I'm having a little trouble, paying bills." He took another breath. He supposed he'd have to tell her the reason, then... "My family has acquired a debt, and I don't have the money." He said shortly, irritation in his tone. He knew he was supposed to be 'polite' or something like that...but it was so difficult, when all he felt like doing was picking a good
Sonadow: Phantom of the Opera Ch11Chapter 11: Coming Clean
I’ll be honest. I didn’t know what to think at this point. The Phantom is so desperate for love, and I’d feel like shit if I turned him down. The thought of what he’d do IF I chose Ms. Rose scared me to death. However, I do love Ms. Rose as well.
This is confusing. I should… maybe ask Ms. Rose about this, but then… how would SHE react? Sheesh. It’s getting harder and harder to hide this. Mr. Wilson is getting suspicious around me, so I need to do a better job of faking smiles.
Problem is that… it’s hard. Hard faking smiles about love, about what I think is right, and what I think needs to be done. Should I do anything? That’s a stupid question. Of course I should. I don’t want to worry Ms. Rose, but I can’t think of anyone else to turn to. I’ve come so far in this Opera House in such a short period of time. We’ve become great friends, and she keeps insisting that I can t
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