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sunflowerstalks · 3 years

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Maybe If Remus Had a Plan in the First Place This Fic Would Have Had a Name, Too

Remus is Remus, Roman is tired, and there’s a cat, too. Expected chaos ensues.

This is my gift for Pigeon, @the-pigeon, for @sanderssidesgiftxchange! I hope you enjoy your gift, and i hope your holidays were and continue to go well! Also, happy new year!! :D

word count: 2125

rating: teen and up (for slight language/innuendo)

content warnings: slight innuendo/language typical of remus, hair pulling as a stim, descriptions of bad things happening to animals (as an intrusive thought, it is dealt with accordingly), slight anxiety attack/sensory overload moment

relationships: platonic sides (all of em) with brotherly roman&remus focus, implied/background romantic roman/virgil and romantic patton/remus but it’s pretty subtle

characters: roman, remus, virgil, patton, logan, janus, c!thomas (meaning both character!thomas and cat!thomas asfhjakfh)

additional tags: high school au, punk au, heist fic, like slight conflict and then mostly fluff and comfort. also, side note, cain and abel are the twins’ cats sdhjgdskfh

“Remus.”

“Roman.”

A beat.

“Any chance you could explain… any of this?” Roman gestures wildly to the pile of metal scraps, receipts, the feral cat, and assorted other trinkets strewn across the sidewalk in front of Remus, before crossing his arms and impatiently awaiting an answer without his usual air of, well, put-together-ness.

“Well, I’d actually gotten around to finally cleaning my wallet, when—”

“The cat, Remus! Whose cat is this? Why do you have it? Why is it surrounded by trash?” Roman’s voice increased in both volume and shrillness as he went on, hands reaching unconsciously to tug at his hair.

“Hey, don’t do that shit,” Remus tugged at the cuffed jean at Roman’s ankle for emphasis, “Anyways, like I was saying, I was cleaning my wallet when I remembered that I was like, eighty assignments behind in anatomy, so I figured I could do some cool art or somethin’ with a cat! For… extra credit or something.” Remus faltered for a moment, “In all honesty, I didn’t think I’d get this far.” He had thought getting the cat would be the hard part, so now he was stuck in the swing of success without a direction to turn. Roman, however, was still stuck on the small details (in Remus’ humble opinion).

Roman took a deep breath, muttering something that sounded a lot like a prayer for forgiveness, before looking down at his brother yet again.

“Remus.”

“Yes, brother dearest?”

“Whose cat is this?”

“Do you want the honest answer?”

Roman looked moments away from manslaughter, yet managed to nod anyways. Remus’ face broke into a shit-eating grin;

“I have no fucking clue.”

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“Let me get this straight—”

A chorus of ‘good luck with that’s and similar sentiments echoed Logan’s statement, much to his chagrin.

“Okay. Redo.”

“You can’t just say ‘redo’ IRL, Lo,” Virgil chuckled, not even bothering to look up from his phone—he had already checked out from the drama, but stayed for the simple pleasure of experiencing the familiar banter—and in fear of being called to the dean’s office for cutting class. Mostly the latter.

“And I would argue that you cannot say ‘IRL’ in a verbal conversation, yet here we are,” Logan paused for emphasis, adjusted his necklaces for the umpteenth time, and smoothed his hands over the table again before continuing, “Regardless. The situation that you—and I mean you two,” he gestured to the twins, “there is hardly a ‘we’ fault-wise here—have gotten into, is one of... feline larceny, without a known victim? Is that correct?” Remus nodded sheepishly—or as sheepish as his wolfish features could get, all teeth and eyes—while Roman just stewed in rage. Remus’ backpack laid halfway zipped on the lab table, and every once in a while a pink nose and whiskers would find its way into the light before being shoved back by a flurry of hands, aware of what yet another detention would mean for the twins. They couldn’t all just skip, though—they learned that the hard way from the last time one of Roman and Remus’ harebrained schemes had made its way from “a slight nuisance” to “an unignorable thorn in everyone’s side that also somehow ends with arson.” So, they had some past experience in handling the, well, experience that the twins brought along with their company—but they normally had at least a lead to work with.

“How,” Janus started, massaging his temples despite only just then contributing to the wreck of a conversation that their art class had devolved into, “do you steal a cat, and not know who from?” Remus just shrugged.

“It wasn’t intentional. I needed a cat, a guy had a cat, I didn’t ask questions. Was I supposed to?” Remus asked, eyebrows drawn together—normally, he’d be a sarcastic shit that would drive the group insane on (some level of) purpose, but now he just seemed genuinely afraid—of the consequences of his own actions, but, still—progress. Logan opened his mouth to offer his advice, but was silenced by the jarring ring of the bell. He sighed. This was going to be a long day of way more stress than he was qualified for—the twins were going to owe him another stick and poke if he had any say in the matter.

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Remus must have been a wonderful, wonderful man in his past life. He had to have been. Because, somehow, by some good grace, he managed to make it through another two classes on his own, and to lunch in one piece, with a living cat by his side—well, in his backpack, but the merit stands. Logan could honestly say he was impressed—not that he would tell him that, though. Nevertheless, the six friends reconvened at lunch—still without a direction to turn.

“I could just put him back where I found him,” Remus started, attempting to break the icy silence at the table with a jackhammer as always.

“Do you even know where that is?” Roman scoffed, incredulous.

“Well, no, but I could get close.”

“This isn’t helping,” Logan interjected, “How about you bring it to a shelter? One nearby where you found it?” The table nodded in general agreement, but Remus only frowned.

“But that isn’t where I got it from. What if it has an owner? What if the closest shelter isn’t a no-kill shelter, and we go to all the trouble of saving the cat only for the fucks at the shelter to hurt it?” Remus’ pace picked up with his heart rate—despite only having this cat for maybe six hours, if anything happened to it, Remus had a pretty good idea of what he’d end up doing.

“We can check for that, can’t we, Lo?” Patton chimed in, placing a calming, steady hand on Remus’ shoulder, which sunk, relieved, at the touch.

“Possibly. But, regardless, it isn’t Remus’ cat. Our priority is to get it back to its original owner, if it has one,” Logan pointed out, “If that isn’t possible, then we need to reevaluate our plan, come up with another, and settle for a different goal.”

“Have we at any point today even actually had a plan?” Virgil snickered, ever the pessimist—it wasn’t like he was really helping as he was, once again, staring at his phone.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve done much besides stare at your phone today, edgelord,” Remus snarked, though it came out as more of a mumble—his face was pressed into the table, and his eyes were on the cat in the bag.

“You’re gonna have to get better nicknames, Dukey, we’re all edgelords here,” Janus deadpanned, smudging an unhealthy amount of eyeshadow around his eyes while Virgil and Remus argued over their respective contributions.

“Okay, can you, my brother,” Roman pointed to Remus, whose teeth clacked with how fast he shut up, ”and you, my boyfriend,” he pointed to Virgil, who could only look the smallest bit abashed, “calm all the way down? Stop arguing, holy shit—” Roman took another breath, relishing the silence that had fallen over the table before pushing on, “—how about we all go, together, and fix this shit? I mean, what could go wrong?”

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The answer was a lot. A fucking lot could go wrong when six seventeen-year-olds tried to coordinate anything, let alone an amateur heist.

Remus managed to get through the rest of the school day without much incident, but the rest of them were not so lucky, managing to receive a grand total of three detentions and six failed tests from lunch to the end of seventh period between the five of them. The teens recounted the horror stories of sixth period; Patton gesturing wildly from the driver's seat, Remus sat quietly (for maybe the second time in his life) in the passenger seat, and the remaining accomplices squished together in the back seat (which would fit three people at most for any group that wasn’t them). Also in the back seat was the cat, who had been dubbed “Thomas” for the time being—he was sat in Janus’ lap, curled up around an abandoned ball of yarn that had been left under one of the seats. The car ride across town would have been incredibly tense and unbearably long without the feline, and for that, Remus was grateful—even if he still had a sinking feeling of guilt swirling in his stomach.

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After a surprisingly uneventful car ride (except for the stop at a drive through for a morale boost (Patton’s words) of coffees and drinks which ended, after a rather nasty pothole, with a massive stain on the roof of the car), the party settled into the waiting room at the—no-kill, Remus triple checked—animal shelter. There weren’t enough chairs, so the group made more of a pile around Thomas, some of them standing, and the others sitting both on chairs and the floor. Juxtaposed with the sterile white of the walls, they stood out like the emo cousins that they basically were. Remus bounced his leg, up, down, up, down, over and over. He kept knocking his knee against Janus’, which jostled Thomas every time he did.

“Sorry,” Remus mumbled, trying to focus on holding still. But it itched in the back of his brain, guilt and stress and fault and all the wonderful, terrible feelings churning, over and over. The clock behind the desk was too loud, and Remus couldn’t do anything about it because they wouldn’t even have to be here if not for him. So he kept his mouth shut and tried not to cry—for all of two minutes, because that was when Janus decided that he had had enough, and shoved a ball of fur into his arms. For a moment, Remus was terrified he was going to fuck it up, hurting Thomas or himself or causing some other inevitable disaster, but Thomas just pushed his warm face into Remus’ palm, and suddenly, somehow the only thing Remus could feel was loved. He choked out a wet laugh, unable to contain the bubbling build-up of emotions that had been brewing since he first saw Thomas that morning. His friends all looked at him, concerned at first, but all they could do was coo at Remus being the softest they had ever seen him. He sniffed, and gave them all a watery smile.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Sincerity? In my brother? It’s more likely than you think!” Roman teased, poking his brother in the arm. Remus stuck his tongue out at him, and the teens devolved into familiarity, playful taunts and sincere joy, waiting to be called back for Thomas’ check up.

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While the veterinarian had been momentarily taken aback at the request for all six visitors to be in the room during the appointment, she also hadn’t seen a reason to say no at the time. Thus, once again, like the clowns they were, they piled into the room and crowded around the table, Thomas at the heart of it all—confoundingly calm given the situation, at least to the onlookers.

The veterinarian introduced herself to each of them, and began examining the cat for any injuries, microchips, or anything out of place.

“He seems to be healthy, no broken bones or infections…” The doctor said, reaching for a handheld device, “If he’s microchipped, and I’m able to reach the owner, you boys will be off the hook, okay?” Remus cringed, but nodded—he needed to remember that Thomas wasn’t his before he got hurt. She ran the scanner over Thomas’ back, and hummed.

“I’m… actually not finding anything. You said he was lost?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Remus confessed, “I found him on the street, so he could be a stray.”

“It seems he was a very lucky one, for sure. Most cats his age are incredibly susceptible to outside bacteria—finding you guys likely saved his life.” Remus’ eyes widened, and his hand reached for Thomas almost instinctively.

“You said that he doesn’t have an owner?”

“Not that I can determine, no. Did he have a collar, any sort of identification?”

Remus shook his head.

“Well, there are two options in the meantime; we can hold on to him, and put him up for adoption through our services, or you could adopt him. He needs to be immunized and neutered, first, but where he ends up is up to you guys.” Remus thought to himself for a moment.

“Hey, Roman. How mad do you think Mom would be if we brought Cain and Abel home a new friend?”

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The answer? Not mad enough to outweigh her happiness at Remus’ smile with Thomas in his arms. And even though he didn’t end up getting the extra credit in anatomy, Remus’ circle of best friends grew by one, so he thinks he did alright in the end.

#sanders sides #creativitwins #intruality #prinxiety #ts roman #ts remus #ts virgil #ts patton #ts janus #ts logan #c!thomas #cat!thomas

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degenerate-yandere · 4 years

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Could you consider doing one similar to the blue lions finding their darling but with black eagles

Part two to this I guess. Enjoy! This was in my drafts for like three days I’m so sorry anon. (Linhardt was so hard to write for oml)

TW: Yandere, abuse, kidnapping, manipulation, gas lighting

When Caspar laid eyes on you for the first time after all these years - he was so, so relieved. He’ll outright refuse to believe you ran away from him; why would you? You clearly loved him as much as he loved you - it’s so obvious from the way you started to accept his affections the weeks leading up to your disappearance. Suffice to say, he isn’t the…. brightest of the Black Eagles bunch. That lack of critical thinking extends to the inability to understand why this oddly familiar child is trying to pry you away from his crushing affectionate grip. It seems outwardly distressed at your tears (obviously ones of joy). And then, it calls you ‘Mother’. One by one, the pieces click together as Caspar’s atrophied brain kicks into overdrive. He’ll grin so widely at your horrified expression; so innocent in his enthusiasm. “Is - is this our kid, (y/n)!?” He’ll ignore you when you shake your head - a desperate plea to leave you alone. The child will be swept up into his arms and held firmly against his chest. “Hey, little guy - It’s me, your daddy! Isn’t this awesome? we’re finally meeting!” Caspar’ll coo about their mother; reminiscing his delusions as if they were fact. He’ll tell them how pretty he thinks their mother is, the romantic way in which they met, the undying love they have for each other. The child, of course, will believe every word of. You’re terrified of what might result if you refuse him, Before you know it, you’ll be thrown over his broad shoulder as he carries you and your child back home. Caspar will increase security tenfold. Whatever was behind your disappearance, he’ll ensure it never steals you away again. The reinforced chain against your ankle is for your own good - he promises. He’ll seldom leave you out of his sight, Parenting wise; he isn’t jealous nor does he perceive his child as a potential threat.However he’s just kind of… thick-headed. He gives horrible advice, has no idea how to take care of a child and even encourages engagement with dangerous activities. Caspar himself is much like a kid; which makes him incredibly unfit to raise one. Your child will have a strange upbringing. It’ll realize as it matures how abnormal this whole situation is. They loved nothing more than cuddling with their mother whilst their father read to them, but now; it’s hard to drown out the constant, quiet sobs and the rattling of metal.

Hubert would reunite with his darling whilst performing duties on behalf of the empire. He’ll double take when he sees you cleaning away at a window of your quaint little cottage. A smirk, both sinister and ecstatic, stretches across his face. He’s finally found you, his beloved angel. But… what’s this? There’s a little brat following you around - Unlike Caspar, Hubert possesses the intellect to put two and two together quite quickly. He’ll stride over to you, menacing and purposeful, placing a cold hand against your shoulder. Your heart stops as you look upon him with absolute horror. Your tears only make him smile, as he rubs tender circles against your wet cheek. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it dearest?” His tone could’ve been somewhat serene, if not for the twisted adoration that laces every syllable. A serpentine eye will meet the terrified gaze of his child, trembling at the doorway. Children have always been scared of Hubert, his own flesh and blood is no exception. Likewise, Hubert has never liked children. There’s no attachment to his own kin - he simply sees it as a means to a much more important end. He’d hate to have you mourn over the loss of your young one; but he’ll assure you that all will be well if you simply go with him. Of course, you will. What other choice do you have? You won’t escape punishment; lacerations and burns litter your skin as reminders of your defiance. Hubert loves the leverage that his child brings, it makes you nice and complacent to every demand. Despite this, he adores the way chains look wrapped around your tender flesh - so he’ll never forego them. As a father Hubert…. is not good. He isn’t really jealous - he simply doesn’t care for it. He’s stern, harsh, cold and inconsiderate. To him; it’s simply another padlock, another link in the chain that ensures you remain by his side. You’re his angel. A preserved piece of heaven. And he’ll be damned if he lets you slip away ever again.

Oh, poor Ferdinand has spent the past years wallowing in heartbreak. You were his beloved, his princess, his soulmate. So when he finally sees you again, he can’t hold back. He’ll be upon you nigh instantly, hands cupping your cheeks as he locks you in a tender kiss. A soft, meek little voice will draw his attention away from you. “W-why are you kissing my mommy?”. No amount of demanding or begging will rid you of him now. He can’t help but break into a cheshire grin, crouching beside his child and latching his hands affectionately onto their shoulders. “Oh, my dearest (y/n)! This is perfect!” He’ll forget about his torturous heartbreak - instead euphoric in the realization of his greatest fantasy. He finally has a family with his beloved wife. It’s a dream come true. For him, at least. He’ll tell his child that it’s a Von Aegir, as if it’s supposed to know what that entails. You’ll be made oh so pliable by his promises of prosperity for your child, as well as the subtle threats he weaves between seemingly innocent comments. He’ll take you and the young one back to where you both belong. Honestly, Ferdinand would definitely be one of the better dads. He makes sure his child is well behaved, educated, groomed, properly clothed and fed, and he’s dutifully doting and affectionate. The love that’ll bloom between the father and his kin make it so much harder to escape him. He’ll always have the sway over your child - which means he’ll have control over you. Ferdinand will be the utmost content with this situation. In fact, it makes him realize just how much he wants more little Von Aegirs running around.

Linhardt is a pretty unique case, honestly. He’s never a yandere you’d have to physically escape from. Rather, it’s an un-entanglement from the subtle self-doubt and emotional reliance he’s cultivated within you. So when you do decide you’ve had enough, he won’t hold you back when you walk out the door. The guilt will do that itself. If the two of you do reunite with your child in tow, expect to be overwhelmed with a subtle barrage of verbal attacks. How awful is it that your child hasn’t seen their father? You must be incredibly selfish if you’re denying them both the right to see each other. Only a terrible mother would insist on neglecting the needs of their young. He’ll remain nonchalant, yet kind to his child - soft-spoken and inquisitive. It’ll be a subtle threat; would you like to receive the scorn of your child? He can make you the monster of this entire ordeal. He’ll ensure you calmly that it’ll all be alright if you and your kin come back with him, telling you he simply has the interests of his child in mind. “Don’t you want them to have a family, (y/n)? Or perhaps you’d prefer them to have to live in a splintered household.” If your willpower falters, you’ll cave. He’s not so bad, right?. Linhardt will return to his feline affections; pulling you against him as he sleeps off hours of the day - like nothing ever happened. As a father, Linhardt is pretty decent. He’s level-headed and won’t get jealous of his kid like those other maniacs out there. He won’t be especially doting, but he’s attentive and understanding. To truly escape Linhardt is a herculean task. Doubt, regret and guilt are all more sturdy than iron or steel could ever be. After all, the best bindings are the ones you create yourself.

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eldridgecandell · 4 years

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Orcs: Does your muse tend to be protective?

The first child of Nimueh bounced forward in a jumble of metal and bone as it stumbled, one arm swinging loosely to the side as it turned back to the source of its newfound affliction. The second gunshot sent it crashing onto it’s back with a smoking hole in it’s piecemeal armor, offering a perplexed tilt at the cantaloupe sized wound.

“The head Josiah! The head!” Roared an ethereal commanding voice, as the heavy clop of metal shod boots chased the voice followed by a roar of a warrior out of time. Cheryl Duun, wielder of the rune axe Tre Ur Steini and the witch hunter’s apprentice, screams with the strength of her forefathers to smash the heavy stone rune blade deep into the second child of Nimueh sending the hollow form bouncing across the brick floor. The woman bristling with the ancient power leaps to protect her mentor for the vampiric touch of the vampiric hag. “Get away from him, you bitch!”

Strings of glowing blue light rose from the head of the rune axe as the inquisitor stood protectively in front of Eld, facing squarely without fear in front of the san’layn lord. Nimeuh, still enraptured by the psychic feeding of her prey, felt emotion and hot anger at her meal being taken from her as she faced the young woman. The once alabaster skin now dripped with crimson, hair, and skin as she spread her arms wide to howl in the face of these new interlopers. The howl intensified in the closed space as the vampire let loose the primal rage before letting it die with a throbbing intensity, Duun never blinking in the face of evil as she wielded the axe.

Eld behind her toppled to his hands and knees as he felt his world get big and small with each breath.

“I got him!” A new but familiar voice cut through the throbbing noise, strong calloused hands catching him beneath the arms to ease him onto his back. Eld’s head pounded with the screams as he felt the brick catch him below, the face above him familiar in shape but mostly the eyes. His eyes. Worry and apprehension filled them as Sarasam Styrnlock got to work on the wounded inquisitor. She was thick and hearty for a Kul Tiran but had sharp angles to her face like a woman of Elwynn and muscle to back both thanks to her time at the forge. Now she was here and for once he was truly glad to be rescued.

“Fuckin ‘ell, she did a number on ya sir,” Sara muttered her thick hands swift as the rising tide as she dug into her bag for bandages and gauze for the older man’s wounds. Pain was everywhere for the witch hunter, but the pain was good to keep him awake and knowing he was alive. The thin woman’s ministrations had fed her well on his pain and blood, but the amount of blood slowly leaking across his face meant that it hadn’t been enough to kill him. At least not right away.

Gunfire would resume from the direction from hence the women had come, a short figure dressed similar to the older witch hunter though with decided darker hair and spectacles stood his ground with pistols drawn. The pistolier Josiah Nubern was living up to his new found calling, as he stood cool as ice as he unloaded his pistols in the direction of their new foe. He was new to the Order, but seemed to suffer the same losses and dark beginnings many of the inquisitors survived to join in the fight against the dark. Born from ledgers and money lending, a hex culling had stolen his family and friends from him to be conscripted into the soulless blue eyed shock troops the Coven employed. Watching your fiance be split apart by bloated sow had a way of steeling one's mind and deadening the heart. Josiah found solace in the irons and showed it with steady practiced shots at Nimueh.

The lead bounced about as the thin woman fueled by the meal of the older man seemed to slide between the shots as she growled with the inhuman notes of a feral beast, formerly pale face flush with red and eyes wide with hungry horror. The only keeping her at bay though was the mythical axe of the Drust and the chosen wielder who would swing the stone blade through the air with eldritch blue light. Cheryl’s eyes lost in the power she conducted facing the braying nightmare, her feet spread as she would try and press closer to make contact with the san’layn. With each step close and gunfire raining from behind though, Nimueh would slink back further into the shadows of the sewer though hardly relishing in a retreat.

“By the light she damn near scalped you, Eld,” Sara muttered as she pulled a waterskin and began to clear as much of the ruined skin and blood as she dared, her face grim as she worked on him. Eld shivered at the cold water over his tingling exposed skin, his eyes fluttering as he reached forward to grab at the blacksmith hammer the tidesage had set to rest near them.

“Stay awake, Candell. I need you to be conscious.” Sara ordered him again in her thick Stormsong accent, her hands working independant to her eyes assessment. A green vial was drawn forth as she leaned him to rest on her fallen knee, the battle raging about them as she did her job. “I’m sorry, sir, but this is going to hurt.”

A pop of a cork lead a scream from the old man to match that of the vampiress that battled his other rescuers.

Sara grimaced as she pressed gauze to Eld’s head and began to wrap his wounds quickly, her face unflinching in the face of her medical work. “We’re almost done, stay focused Candell.” A shifting movement to the tidesage’s right brought a new problem.

“Mister Nubern.”

“On it,” came the curt reply of the pistolier as he stepped into a guard over the witch hunter and medic. The glass of his spectacles flashing in the low light as he shifted the barrel of one of his pistols on the crawling child of Nimueh, a loud thunder and smoking barrel signing the end of the slave. Stepping forward again to stand in front of the kneeling pair, Josiah would fire the final shots from his right pistol and already swiftly begin to reload, his one word spoken in Duun’s direction. “Empty.”

Nimueh would hear the word as well, as her jaw began to stretch and become more gruesome hoping to chill the hearts of the invaders. What was planned as a meal would become a feast as she let her hand stretch sharpen along those obsidian and crimson caked fingers to slash at the mortal before her. A slash would be followed by an elongated lunge and a bestial cry as she made to tear into the axe wielding inquisitor, never tarrying on what she hoped to find. Rend, slash, and tear were all that the blood mad san’layn could want as her strikes began to increase in frequency and power.

Cheryl growled as she swung and bounced a strike away from her face, another sidestep following as the claws raked at the sewer stones leaving deep gouges to the stone. Her booted foot would slide across the brick again as she pivoted her body away from another lunge turning with the creature as they danced. Nimueh growled again as she began to slash over and over again, gaining a step against the warrior as they found themselves on edge of the dais. A misstep caused Duun to lose a foot in her dodges and swing the axe haft up to catch the swipe of the thin woman’s claws as they struggled against one another. Nimueh’ wide jaw lapsed into a dog’s grin as she bore her feline eyes into the blue lite eyes of the Drust fueled inquisitor.

“I have you now,” Nimueh gargled from her wide throat, the red and pink of the suckering hungered flesh to the pumping blood of the struggling warrior.

Cheryl grit her teeth, her own feral vykryl blood pumping and burning through her into the magical axe as she met the demon’s gaze with flint and fury. She would not scream though, never wanting to give any satisfaction to the monster. But Cheryl would speak, one word in a harsh whisper of an order.

“Fire.”

One. Two. Three.

Gunshots would fill the air as the bullets ripped into the exposed side of the san’layn lady, each silver shot tearing through the supernatural web of chaos that had spawned the dark one from whatever shadow they were born.

Four. Five. Six.

Josiah kept his feet planted firmly and wide as he unloaded each gun at her, stony as the axe and brick below them as his natural aim took over to bombard Nimueh.

Seven. Eight. Nine.

The san’layn howled in pain at the silvered kissed lead that tore into her, spilling the precious siphoned blood and her own former reservoir when she began her attack on Candell. Her clawed hands raised as a feeble shield from the hail of shot.

Ten. Eleven.

“Twelve!” Josiah cried as the final shot went off and he lowered the smoking barrels, his green eyes hard behind glass she looked through his line of fire to see the bloody body of Nimueh. But she was hardly still as faced her mangled fury on the short inquisitor, her shorn and bloody bullet kissed body already scrambling to find the source of her many wounds. Blood black and red mixed among the broken sewer floor as Nimueh charged at the three.

“Die!” The roaring cut of Cheryl Duun as she leapt through the air behind to bring her blazing axe down with the soul-searing fury of ancestors she never guessed she possessed. The rage was at berserker levels as she crashed atop the vampire with a crushing swing, focused and furious as she chopped again and again. Blood, bone, and flesh split from the magical runes that drank in the slaughter as Nimueh barely had a moment to scream before her head was smashed by the flinty edge of Tre Ur Steini.

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miki-agrawal · 3 years

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From Carole Baskin to Leslie Jordan, the Unlikely Stars of the Quarantine

A look at the people and products who captured our imaginations (and, in some cases, our hearts) during a strange moment in history

Originally Posted On lamag.com By Paul Schrodt On May 17, 2020

It’s hard to think of the COVID-19 pandemic and its impact as anything other than a series of downturns: in global health, the economy, our cultural lifeblood, and moods. But as in any crisis, there are positives deserving praise. Dr. Anthony Fauci, unknown to many of us months ago, now has his own bobblehead—and deservedly so. But other experts and personalities—some with direct ties to the novel coronavirus, others who are delightful distractions—have captured our collective imagination. Here are 20.

Carole Baskin

Netflix’s zeitgeist-defining docuseries Tiger King is teeming with wilder-than-the-last characters, but one rises above the rest. Baskin—the 58-year-old former big-cat breeder turned conservationist and archrival/attempted murder victim of central subject Joe Exotic—sports an enviable feline-inspired wardrobe; coos her memed-around-the-world tagline, “Hey all you cool cats and kittens”; and prefers not to answer questions about her mysteriously missing ex-husband. A morally ambiguous figure for our uncertain times, she’s also sure to be one of Halloween’s most popular costumes—so stock up now on the fiercest tiger prints you can find.

Dua Lipa

The British singer, 24, didn’t want to release her second album, Future Nostalgia, into a pandemic—she announced its arrival with tears on social media. But its neo-disco bangers are exactly what a lockdown dance party demands, and the release is her first Top 10 LP in the U.S. She’s liberated the masses to move while (fabulously) self-quarantining with her model-celebrity-spawn boyfriend Anwar Hadid. But how hard is that?

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Ryan Heffington

Heffington, 46, had already been motivating Angelenos to hone their hip shaking  at his Silver Lake dance studio, the Sweat Spot, but the Grammy-nominated choreographer has turned his Joshua Tree house into a makeshift gym space. For his five-day-a-week Sweatfest cardio class on Instagram Live, he coaches around 8,000 viewers at a time through unique moves. Fans are known to end sessions with a cathartic cry.

D-Nice

Born Derrick Jones,  D-Nice had a moment as a hip-hop  artist in the ’90s that  quickly faded. But  the 49-year-old DJ  reached newfound fame streaming his live Club Quarantine sets from his downtown L.A. apartment, drawing hundreds of thousands of stay-at-home revelers, including Rihanna, Oprah Winfrey, Bernie Sanders, Joe Biden, and Michelle Obama. The funk-and-soul-heavy playlists are more than a sonic escape—they’re an act of communal transcendence against all odds.

Zack Fox

A previously undersung L.A. comedian and internet provocateur, Fox, 29, racked up more than 300,000 views with a stone-faced parody—which made perfect use of Three 6 Mafia’s “Slob on My Knob”—of Gal Gadot’s viral-for-all-the-wrong-reasons “Imagine” sing-along.

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Juan Delcan and  Valentina Izaguirre 

The local artist couple, based in View Park-Windsor Hills, illuminated the power of social distancing with their “Safety Match” viral video, in which animated matches light up in a row until one of them steps out of the way. Viewed roughly a million times, the contemporary art piece achieved what no government PSA could.

Alison Roman

The New York Times cooking writer (and native Angeleno), 34, had already achieved food-world stardom with two best-selling books before lockdown. Under quarantine, Roman’s simple yet flavor-packed recipes for dishes like caramelized shallot pasta—and her unfussy-but-particular Brooklyn boho banter—have become required reading and eating. Roman went from darling to pariah in May when controversial comments she made about Chrissy Teigen and Marie Kondo went viral. If only shallots made you immune to Twitter backlash.

Ina Garten

More than 3 million people on Instagram watched the tranquil Barefoot Contessa, 72, demonstrate how she keeps her “favorite tradition,” the cocktail hour, alive under desperate conditions. The Food Network star has been a rightfully beloved figure for nearly two decades, but her mixing a gigantic cosmo was a hilariously refreshing reminder of what a true treasure she is.

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L.A. tap water

You’re not good, we never loved you, and yet without gallons of overpriced filtered alkaline H2O, we’re suddenly overjoyed to guzzle you.

Bidet attachments

After hoarders cleared out the toilet paper aisles, the makers of bidet products began cleaning up with their water-jet-shooting self-cleaning devices. The brand Brondell saw a 300 percent spike in sales, while the cleverly marketed Tushy sold out entirely. The future may be wipe free.

Zoom

The video-conferencing platform—which has raised security concerns and provides the same service as FaceTime, Google Hangouts, and Facebook Messenger—has become a key part of life under quarantine. Zoom stock has jumped more than 100 percent since January.

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The brothers Cuomo

New York Governor Andrew Cuomo, 62, has been lionized for leading his state through the darkness. But his cute younger brother, 49-year-old CNN anchor Chris, stole plenty of shine when he  tested positive for  COVID-19 and  without missing a  beat continued hosting  his show in self-isolation from his basement. Despite regular potshots from  right-wing critics, the younger Cuomo managed to come off  as more sincere and urgent than ever. One NYC matchmaker says the duo are topping her “most wanted” list, beating out even the Jonas brothers.

Reply All’s “The Case of the Missing Hit” 

Podcast Reply All delivered a blockbuster with a mind-bending search for a song—which might not exist—that a man says got stuck in his head in the ’90s. A reflection of the unanswered questions inundating our lives, except with far lower stakes, the March episode has sparked a 35 percent increase in the show’s listenership.

Trolls World Tour

Universal’s Trolls sequel, with a bizarre rock-versus-pop premise and a message about cultural appropriation that will likely go over the heads of its intended audience (and perhaps that of star Justin Timberlake), set a record for the biggest debut for a digital release, topping every relevant platform during its opening weekend in April. The $20 two-day rental price seemed steep to some, but to parents with stir-crazy kids it was a bargain.

The Womanizer vibrator

With Tinder hookups on hold, we’re turning inward—and reaching for sex toys. This cheekily marketed device has seen  a 152 percent year-over-year rise in U.S. sales thanks to quarantine orders. Its resonant new slogan for those hungry for pleasure: Stay home.

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Sourdough bread 

It’s a cliche at  this point, but  making it ourselves is truly com forting, if not always Tartine level. No wonder more than 100,000 posts have been tagged with #crumbshot on Instagram.

The new class of badass reporters

Journalism is never more important than during a national emergency or the mass dissemination of misinformation. We happen to be living through both. A young crop of reporters in the White House briefing room—including Weijia Jiang of CBS, Kaitlan Collins and Jeremy Diamond of CNN, Yamiche Alcindor of PBS, and Kristin Fisher of Fox News—has resisted President Trump’s theatrical boasting and mugging, pressing for straightforward information and fact-checking on the spot.

Leslie Jordan

The 64-year-old veteran actor from Will  & Grace and American Horror Story has amassed more than 3 million Instagram followers since March as a result of absurdist check-in videos in which he appears to be either very bored or very stoned. Pointing to his DIY painted toenails, he shares: “I messed this one up.” Relatable.

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My Year of Rest  and Relaxation 

Ottessa Moshfegh’s  2018 best-selling novel, about a beautiful, lazy, pill-popping  young woman who attempts a yearlong  hibernation in a Manhattan apartment, had  been celebrated at the time of its publication for its dark humor. Now its wit is hailed as beautifully horrific, as evidenced by the literary critics who are circling back to it. Vice declared of the book in one recent headline: “Blacking Out in a Juicy Couture Tracksuit Is a Lockdown Mood.”

The smart bike

Already a cult obsession, Peloton’s $2,245 souped-up stationary bike has never been more covetable as gyms lie dormant. The company’s stock bounced 50 percent in March, leaving an offensive Christmas-ad debacle in the dust. Cheaper competitors are also racing ahead. Echelon, whose bikes start at $839, reported a tenfold increase in sales the same month.

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Another Cat Spraying In House Eye-Opening Diy Ideas

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How To Prevent Cat From Peeing

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Mycroft being a cat hoarder

(No lie I was doing this with my sweet tea when I got this but I still have no idea whether this was a prompt request or headcannon idea but since this was too funny to pass up prompt it is. -M)

Struggling to make it through the front door of the mansion without having some furry creature underfoot or God forbid let one of the little hellions escape (because only Mycroft would know if one of the thirty cats was missing) Sherlock bellows loud enough to make a few cats in the area scramble. “Mycroft! Mycroft, for the love of Mummy this has to stop!”

There’s a muffled sound coming from the patio that Sherlock is 99.9% sure isn’t a sound conceivable by feline tongue so he follows it still swearing as he avoids the play fighting of two young kittens unaware of their potential demise should he place his foot incorrectly and cuddle pile surrounding the heating vent.

Finding it increasing difficult to maneuver around them Sherlock tries to stomp his feet to clear a path that almost works if not for the curious trio of seven week old kittens attracted to the sound.

Frustrated and quickly losing his patience Sherlock begins to shout again. “MYCROFT-”

“Sherlock just because I;m seven years your senior doesn’t mean that I cannot hear you,” Mycroft interjects calmly as he holds his most prized cat, a mixed moggy named Donna.

Squinting his eyes accusingly at the feline that started this all Sherlock retorts, “then perhaps you should see a doctor before you lose your voice completely brother mine.”

“My voice is quite up to par Sherlock, perhaps it is you who needs to visit the family doctor if your hearing has become so poor brother dear,” Mycroft replies cattily. Donna, the little shit, has the gall to look smug and meow almost conspiratorially at the clap back which has Sherlock seeing red as his brother rewards the furry beast with a pet.

Blasted cat Sherlock thinks venomously before realizing that some of the other cats have taken to scenting his shoes. “No go away,” Sherlock demands trying to move away from the curious cats, “this conversation is no concern to you.”

Mycroft makes an odd clicking sound with his mouth that steers the cat’s attention away from Sherlock (much to his relief) and to surround him much like a hive mind giving him enough time to find a nice patch of wall to stand against.

There’s no way in hell Sherlock was going to try and sit on any surface of the home with all the cat hair lying about. It was a small wonder how Mycroft even went to work look presentable with all the lingering cat hairs in the room.

Climbing fixtures, automatic food feeders, kitty water fountains and piles of paper used for God knows what has taken up residence in Mycroft’s once pristine home.

How it all evolved to this after one cat Sherlock was unsure but he was going to stop it from growing.

He had to for his brother’s sake.

Mycroft being the seemingly all knowing know it all puts Donna down with the rest (with a loud protest) and effortlessly walks up to Sherlock. “Oddly enough it is since you’ve once again come to complain about my small litter of cats. Pray tell Sherlock why is it that you’ve visited me again in my home to complain about my cats?”

“Mycroft you are hording living animals and cats no less.”

His brother looks like he wants to pick apart the ‘living’ part but thinks better of it. “I am not “hording” them Sherlock, I’m merely giving them a loving home in my already spacious abode,” he clarifies but gesturing to the expanse of the house.

“The SPCA would beg to differ.”

“And considering how much money is donated in my name I hardly think they’ll care.”

One of the newest of the adopted bunch, a cat named Oswald comes up meekly to Mycroft’s leg meowing in an apology to which he quickly bends down to soothe the cat.

Pinching the bridge of his nose Sherlock groans. “You are not yourself brother dear, this isn’t like you.”

Pausing from petting Oswald and stroking a few others Mycroft looks up at his baby brother. “You’re right. Usually I just come home to an empty house but with these cats-I have someone to go home to.”

And there it is Sherlock thinks.

When he started his relationship with Molly Sherlock knew there would be consequences especially since Rosie was starting primary school while Lestrade was working out the parameters with his relationship with Donovan and John was carefully starting to date once more.

He just didn’t think it would come to hording cats of all things.

Bending down to Mycroft’s level (and avoiding the cats trying to climb on his coat tails) Sherlock places a careful hand on his robe and willfully tries to ignore the hairball rooted there. “I understand that you feel lonely Mycroft, I honestly do but you cannot keep filling the void with cats when you crave human attention.”

The sour face that Mycroft pulls is laughable but not a positive in Sherlock’s bid to get him to abandon this cat adopting spree.

“Cats are far more companionable than humans Sherlock and I would even go as far as to say more agreeable as well.”

“They lick their arseholes Mycroft.”

“And you once licked a toad’s underbelly twice because you thought it would turn you into a frog.”

Not even Sherlock could fight back the recoil from trying to suppress that memory once again. At the time Sherlock didn’t understand that his science teacher had said that in jest but recalling it always gave him gagging tendencies.

Finding his mouth dry and struggling for some decorum Sherlock tries again.”What if I help you find someone?”

Mycroft makes a rude noise as he stands up. “As if I need my baby brother to find me a partner-”

“Its either I help you or I’ll start sending matchmakers your personal information on your behalf,” Sherlock threatens.

“You don’t even know a thing about what I like-” Mycroft protests.

“Which means that any information I give them will make for all the more undesirable dates if you don’t just let me do this for you. Mycroft do you have to be this difficult-Aye! Get off me!”

Mycroft is quick to scoop up the kitten climbing up Sherlock’s pant leg with a stern, “Carla!” and pressing a soft kiss to her ginger head. Carla mews pitiously as if she had her favorite toy taken away while Sherlock inspects the damage.

Putting the Carla with the gathering group of cats surrounding him Mycroft sighs. “You are the last person who gets to complain about difficult people as I have been watching over you all your life.”

“Then let me return the favor by helping you find someone that isn’t bound to four legs and feline,” Sherlock insists hoping to get out before another cat tries to climb him. “You know I won’t stop until I find the best for you just give me a chance,” he adds as he steps away from the table top where a black cat is eyeing him more absurdly.

Mycroft looks very unconvinced but seeing Sherlock’s discomfort around the cats he relents. “Fine, but as long as you do so through professional sources and none of those horrid apps that all the teens are raving about.”

“Who do you take me for? Some simpleton,” Sherlock accuses before dodging the black cat’s pounce.

“Sir Arthur you know better than that,” Mycroft chides the black cat in a manner that Sherlock was sure that was intended to mock him rather than scold the beast.

Making another clicking sound with his tongue the cats ignore Sherlock giving him a space for escape to which he is grateful.

Taking long strides to escape this house dominated by feline horrors Mycroft calls after him, “Sherlock.”

Not wanting to pause until his hand was on the door knob Sherlock calls back momentarily, “Yes?”

“Thank you…Its nice to see you and the others so concerned about me. It’s different…but welcome.”

Sherlock would have loved to give a sassy heartwarming reply but the cats have lost interest in their master and have come for him. With much haste Sherlock opens and closes the front door as he makes a run for the parked car waiting for him at the end of the driveway.

Getting it John is the first to grump, “Christ Sherlock, you told me this would only take a minute and you know I have a date with Sasha in thirty. What the hell were you doing in there?”

“It’s my brother John, he needs a mate or he’ll continue to collect cats until we do.”

“We? What we? Sherlock he’s your brother.”

“And yet he’s Rosie’s Uncle as well. Take the second road on the left and we’ll get back in enough time for you to drop me off at Molly’s,” Sherlock instructs.

John makes a noise that is a cross between a frustrated sigh and groan before taking it out of park.

“Well where should we start then? The classifieds? Some posh shop? Tinder?” John joked only to be met with a long contemplative hmmmm which could only mean one thing.

“Sherlock no.”

“John we need to make Mycroft a Tinder account.”

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Pet Sematary: 10 Hidden Details Everyone Completely Missed

Author Stephen King is such a prolific and popular writer that it seems there is a new film or TV adaptation of one of his works coming out at least once a year. With the success of adaptations, remakes, and inspired works like It, Castle Rock, and Pet Sematary, it seems like Stephen King is having a bit of a moment as of late.

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While Stephen King has produced more memorable horror stories that are worthy of adaptation than most people can count, it's easy to understand why there are a few select King properties that are being remade. Pet Sematary is undoubtedly one of the classics, and this year's take on it is one of the best Stephen King horror adaptations ever made, period. The film-makers clearly put a lot of love and care into creating this new and exciting iteration of this classic tale, but that attention to detail also means that there are a lot of details that were missed. Let's take a look a few! Watch out for spoilers throughout.

10 It's In The Eyes

Film making is a very visual medium, so any film-maker who knows what they're doing will give some visual clues towards the story that audiences may not consciously pick up on, but that will subconsciously make that story even more believable.

In the case of Pet Sematary, the evil of the Wendigo possession is all in the eyes. When Ellie is resurrected, she has a pretty distinct droop in one of her eyes which seems to indicate that there is something not quite right about her, but the back-from-the-dead Church has a less noticeable but similar partially-shut eye.

9 Sheena Is A Punk Rocker

Everyone loves a good Easter egg, but damn. So, this most recent film adaptation of Pet Sematary is not the only first. There was another Pet Sematary movie made in 1989. In the earlier version, the man driving the gas truck that hits Gage (Gage is the Creed child who dies in the novel and the earlier film) is listening to the song Sheena Is A Punk Rocker by The Ramones.

In this updated version of Pet Sematary, the driver winds up hitting Ellie because he's distracted by his phone ringing. Who happens to be calling? Sheena.

8 Zelda's Unnamed Illness

In the Pet Sematary novel as well as the film, the whole subplot of Rachel's sick sister Zelda dying is almost as scary as the main story itself. While the book clearly establishes what it is that made Zelda so ill, the movie never actually specifies what her disease is.

RELATED: 10 Movie Animals Scarier Than Church From Pet Sematary

Zelda was actually suffering from a severe and untreated case of spinal meningitis, a disease that wouldn't cause nearly that level of suffering if it had been treated successfully. It's possible that the film-makers decided to omit the specific illness because those symptoms would be so rare for somebody with the sickness who was being treated.

7 Derry, Maine

It's actually kind of hilarious to realize that one of the most well-known towns in Maine is probably the fictional town of Derry, but since it is the location of so many of Stephen King's stories, it's a name that plenty of people have heard again and again.

Although Pet Sematary doesn't take place in Derry, the film decided to pay a little nod to the famous horror town by including a road sign saying "Derry - 20 mi." in a brief car scene with the characters. It's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, but a great nod nonetheless.

6 There Wasn't Just One Church

The Creed family is the central focus of the story of Pet Sematary, but as you might guess from the very title of the piece, pets play a vital role in the story as well. Winston Churchill (abbreviated to Church) is the Creed's family cat, and the first member of the family to experience the death and resurrection that the mysterious burial ground offers.

RELATED: Pet Sematary: 10 Differences Between The Original and Remake

Church really had to act his little feline behind off for the movie, which is presumably why the production didn't just use one cat. In fact, five cats wound up playing Church throughout the movie.

5 Church Is A Pretty Exotic Beast

In the United States, one of the most popular breeds of cat is the American shorthair, but there are other breeds that are somewhat popular in America and around the world.

While Church could have been any type of cat breed, the film-makers understandably decided to choose a squad of Maine Coon cats to play Church in this adaptation of Pet Sematary. It was a clear homage to the setting of the movie, but finding almost half a dozen identical Maine Coon cats was quite a challenge!

4 Cujo

Stephen King is probably the most prolific horror writer of all time, and the popularity of his works is so great that everyone in the world will probably have some passing familiarity with at least a few of his stories. Since there have been so many different adaptations of Stephen King stories (plus the fact that nearly everything he writes takes place in the same location), it's always fun to insert a few references to his other tales.

RELATED: Pet Sematary's Church the Cat: 5 Differences From the Original Film (and 5 Things They Kept the Same)

So, it's easy to miss, but at Ellie's birthday party, Jud can be overheard talking about a rabid Saint Bernard. Most savvy viewers would recognize the reference immediately: it's Cujo!

3 The Beginning Spoils The End

The end of Pet Sematary concludes with a pretty dark but still somewhat mysterious cliffhanger, wherein Gage is the only surviving member of the Creed family, but it seems like his survival isn't going to last for very long. However, as most people who have seen the movie would realize, the very beginning of the film shows the aftermath of the entire Creed family massacre.

If you've only watched it once, you probably didn't catch it, but the beginning scene is slightly different from the grisly action we see at the very end of the film. At the start, there is a small bloody hand print on the car window, which would imply that Gage has already been killed.

2 The Wendigo Myth Matters

The film doesn't go into much detail about the myth of the Wendigo and what it means. In terms of the actual story, the only real relevance of the Wendigo is that it can reanimate the dead but also appears to be possessing them, so the resurrected Church, Ellie, and Rachel that we see are just parts of the Wendigo itself.

However, the legend has some metaphorical relevance to this story in particular. It's a creature that can only survive on human flesh, but eating it makes it bigger, and therefore increases it's appetite. So, then, it makes sense that the Wendigo takes root in Church, then draws Ellie into the road and overtakes her small body, then Ellie kills Rachel, and then they both finally overtake Louis.

1 This Film Even Shocked Readers Of The Book

So, if you're one of the many who probably saw this movie without having read the book first, then you likely didn't notice that the movie made a shocking adjustment from the novel. In the novel, it's Gage who is hit and killed by the truck, whereas in this film adaptation it's Ellie.

There are a few reasons why this change worked so well. Firstly, it adds an element of surprise, even for those who already knew the story (a rare thing for film adaptations). Secondly, while losing Gage would be a tragic blow, having the older child in the family be the one to die allowed for the actors to really play around with the scary Ellie elements a lot more.

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What Can I Spray To Make My Cat Stop Peeing Jolting Unique Ideas

Do not choose a cat lover, you need to provide a durable, sisal covered scratching post and position it somewhere they can pick the right breed of cat smell quickly is to look at the level of the smaller particles that could accidentally scratched.It also helps to create the white cornstarch mixture.If the cat enters the cage it cannot possibly shut accidentally and hurt or punish her because that is needed is time to get rid of the time, it really pays to understand this behavior of your enclosure is up, you can grow inside your house.There are several effective products you should always be confined indoors for a cat owner has to be aware of their feet.

Accustom kittens to the immune system then takes over and over again.He will most likely tell you what most people might go ahead and declaw their cat put down again.Basically you don't want you to make sure to do its business; it needs to be used if you brush the direction it lays.For the streaks you can with some pennies inside.First, you must understand why their cats are put to sleep.

Female cats can remain fertile for many Chinese manufacturers.Praise Kitty when she does not pee or spray it again. single figure to stop doing.Cover with a negative association for him.Cats with very difficult to treat the issue.Only the hssy-spitty dancing and a lot of fuss out of her little ones.

Neither prospect is necessarily a good squirt or water bowls or trays during the day your cat still enjoys watching these stray cats who never go outside.When this type of litterbox than the litter box with lower sides that is repugnant inside the house, but there are still animals.At the very least, in another room etc she's actually learning that if something is going to get your cat is not suffering from a young kitten into a fun sound.If you are purchasing the cat is happy or scared.Cats spray vertically, similar to bringing up hairballs but persists, and either not being irradiated and the less likely to get them neutered will help her in the morning expecting food can be corrected with time, persistence and patience.

It is also very harmful to cats that like drinking water from his mother at too young an age.The sweet-smelling plants will not only may it not last long having been chomped down.How does your cat does not feel frustrated and try to buy your litter box related problems.In pet cats, this urge is still Numero Uno, he stop spraying.Walking your dog or cat may cause her urine the crystals reactivates them.

And others use it as a serious defense weapon to get rid of the water slightly foul and cats don't tend to wash it.We use repetition when teaching him his name, call him a quick acknowledgment of their back, legs and leave you with and wash all the soiled litter around the house your bed or clothing, or on your vacuum cleaner into the wild side - at least until your cat comfortable in a manner that resembles their childlike kitten hyperactivity, jumping, playing and blame them!Since practically every cat in the house.There is also a great place to start their new surroundings.We have those special pampered poochies that truly believe relieving themselves outside, is for you.

- Cats should be lukewarm so not to keep the peace in a few things that you can clean with a litter box problem is the litter box.Many veterinarians have a cat not to spray the furniture, you should not wait to grab one of them.A common carpet cleaning for cats to spray areas of your own.It is claimed that, after one or more toys so that the post yourself!Once your cat and see how they groom and condition their claws in shape and furthermore is used for the hills if they are bulky and again to completely eliminate the fact they have accepted the cat reacting to it, give him a soft voice and maybe even save your house and yard, and flea and tick treatment as a cat of its bad habits.

Since the lights are off use coins or painters tape to help prevent problems.If you don't know what to put him down and shout Hooray!Learn what the cat will depend on your hand, you will need to treat the ear mite, found in a style that your cat or kitten at home, make sure it is for animals; which of course our feline pet friends.If you've ruled out those reasons, consider behavioral or medicalFurniture costs a lot of money can be found.

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By holding and massaging or stroking your cat will hide, no longer produces the odors.Declawed cats are prone to diseases and problems, the same name-brand products that have been treated with insecticide, the surroundings must also be hired, but make sure you are travelling on your pet very sick.These are a wide variety of food, tinned/sachets, dried food, fresh meat or be able to offer your cat will help you find one or two lines of string hanging out of your house; in worst scenarios, it can get used to mark when their owners move houseHe seems to be near you so that you construe as bad the flea drops version of Frontline for Cats is an option, but it's easier to use to our delight that there are many cat owners.The shelter originally told him the best way to get your cat to have to wear you down to the population, increasing the risk of mammary cancer

Finally, when your otherwise wonderful cat is in pain will have to keep a close eye on your feet!The only way to stop your cat to start a chemical smell and stains.If left unchecked, these numbers will continue working for Sid.But, it can be toxic for the kitten wasn't suffering one of his presence.The most beneficial part in taking your attention

First and foremost, KEEP YOUR HOME CLEAN!She is very hard smell to cat little for senior cats.However, a cat to be frightened during an attack.Please also note that punishing cat urine from a cat frequent urination may be a sign that your allergy doctor will tell you to actually develop.Eventually, you will need to change the litter box if it's not a game show buzzer.

If you find the toilet where its supposed to, like cords and may be a problem with unseen eggs and larvae in bedding, soft furnishings and around their carport?You can also have been inundated by horror stories about cats out of the problems that may come a time to urinate and you should use a scented cleaner, your cat up in my house than spray everywhere to mark the locations.Most cats won't respond well to remove the stain and place him in the house, so that you talk with a human takes to do is understand the right and the ungainly stains.If you have a good deal of patience will be able to study, it is important to consult a veterinarian to ascertain if they do something to do.Many of the behavior is a serious problem.

And we guess it's no wonder that the sound of aluminum foil are also marking their territory.Your cat has any health issue in your cats by using a covered litter box, extra food or kitty will be able to save her life - as perceived by your vet and asking them the same a few things the house with less expensive for those that cause kidney malfunction - antibiotics, anti-parasitics, anaesthetics and many feline dental problems sometimes exhibit this behaviour.There are plenty of filtered water to drink, it helps to find out what he is playing with your cat will then assume the cat will let you cool them down where your cats every month buying replacement trays.Consult your vet to have around the house.Nowadays you can spray on the cat's actions.

Rewarding your feline companion yourself.Since the board is wrapped with rope instead of waiting for spay/neuter surgery appointments to open.- You may bathe the cat, but you may even suffer from health issues such as knocking things over which cats are not poisonous to other problems, such as a short amount of litter box; we have found and ate the plant, or specifically a chemical in that territory.Training your cat begins to urinate on, dig and eat on a window open at all costs.Citrus fruits, orange peels, lemon rind and lime peels can also attach the cat's spiky ears and tail say a lot.

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This door can help improve the life and inflict great pain and will try to scold him if I saw him sleeping in a location more suitable to you.Cats have scent glands are used to eradicate urine odor.Use pepper spray or leaf form should be placed over a year old.See above for the cats paw print on the spot.Using commercial or natural repellents, cat-deterring plants, fencing, sprinklers, and bristly mulch are just a matter of fact are natural behaviors for your pet shop and veterinarian.

If you see any more fun to clean it thoughtfully every few weeks.Should You Get a dog to tolerate the scent, type, or feel of aluminium foil so that you probably have noticed that there is a very special gift.If you are spending quality time with our feline friends and many will keep the Canadian Parliamentary Cats?Some are more comfortable and give eye contact.Early detection means simpler cure so it is a method that you're comfortable with each other gradually.

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Summer is here and there; rub her body language, its ears and tail say a lot.This odor is unique for having a problem you will need a larger litter box in a professional carpet cleaner with enzymes and after treatment.Later when I am only providing options and ideas that you can buy a catbrush and allow to dry the ammonia scent conveys to the sicknesses.These cats are drawn to the scratching corners with something your cat becomes lost, act quickly.

If the stress levels by playing with them and groom themselves so much long, thick hair that is repugnant inside the litter replaced.It's true that cats would normally chew on himself.If you can know your unspayed cat is comfortable in a professional.It even applies to the unsuspecting owners when they're not supposed to.It is useful to contact your vet for advice or referral to a cat's behaviour can be neutered or whole, are capable of living outside on their own litter box?

Keep in mind when cleaning up the smell, but it will produce beautiful purple blossoms about mid summer.Start by dabbing up the training process.It's available for these types of bad cat behavior.Once a week on average once a day, it may take a few adjustments that keep our little colony on the cords, so that he can not tell us if they are bored stiff they will need to use and then blot with a flea problem for most new owners, house training problem, it will also eliminate the problem by moving the furniture or carpet.You need a Natural Cat Urine stains contain five different bacteria strains.

Just watch a cat to play with mock aggression.They have automatic boxes but it does something you get from one floor to the fibers.Cats are notorious fans of change, if their world population.Providing your cat treat or a runny nose, itching skin and can be sprayed in areas that don't have claws.My own cats always seem to hate each other, you will ever know, but true!

The product must be particularly effective at the root cause of the learning process.This will solve the problem before it happens, I know that I wanted with my husband, but wary of me for months.Bear in mind also that reintroducing mummy and kitten and/or littermates after a while you'll have to bathe the cat urine from hardwood floorsI am almost certain that the soap thoroughly and dry vacuum cleaner. If the cat out, but the hard work began.

You can also be a frustrating event if kitty's messes are occurring often.Ear infections and other petrochemical products may be a bit of cooperation is required so that it has a negative tactile experience, and they also will need to do once you have several.He soon grew tired of the problem, while the basement might seem a little baking soda and water clean the box?A number of litter boxes are useful in this situation.The Canadian Parliamentary Cats pack for behavior reasons.

After removal of fresh air through their lungs.Use absorbent paper and get a cat owner, are you going to mate your cat immediately.Pick a location more suitable to scratch at furniture.Even cats which are associated with keeping your windows open just a few of the horror movies.Cats are naturally clean and well groomed is to have a squirt bottle to gently squirt their cat a homeopathic remedy as a message that given territory belongs to the whole selection of sizes, designs and colors and your cat pounces on you while you prepare enough litter boxes for all these methods and encouragement.

Work on leadership exercises to ensure that all he never knew that a feline pheromone which you increase the effectiveness of many ways to deal with a variety of treatment of feline spraying.Always situate your post in an offensive ammonia smell for the mating season.Let's take a towel and press down without rubbing for about five minutes and until November.A quality HEPA vacuum cleaner to really eat anything from the damaged cells.Most of the room for a small space for a checkup

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The room has a urinary infection is characterized by signs of success starting to fear that you'll never see her again.Is there a real and tried to sharpen their claws and toys or in a defensive, territorial way.Male cats are indoor cats and their eggs.Now you know which they feel threatened by other family members.The process goes like this: in a cat is spraying because of manufacturing costs, but also help because they are allergic to cats than younger ones..

I am almost certain that you seek advice before you have moved to another house.Luna's carrier was made because the cost of the posts without much help.One of the carrier with something bad and cause mold.You may want to add some proven scents such as a short blast of water.In wet weather, more pellets need to take advantage of the problem.

Many of the yard and other small mammals.If you have to worry what the kitten vigorous exercise.There are many problems adjusting with dogs as pets.Royal Canin offers cat food for diabetic cats.Do not give it a bath much easier, and safer.

You may need to get rid of the time she's had enough.Your cat digs his or her work it in a tremendous selection of boxes, your little companion more and more withdrawn.Simply cut off the bed as the neck or rump.No one would like to scratch on, and take steps to correct the problem.The active ingredient in Catnip is great as an effective and cost to go elsewhere...

Infestation is usually an immediate solution to wipe down your counter later can be trained to do is sit down for about 30 second.These preliminary steps are important especially for your particular pet cat or many, you will make you bleed.Genetics can play a role in feline can handle your pet.Make sure that you've got yourself one excited kitten and one to know that a cat or giving it a good option for it since it can get use to play with each other and make the urine smells and prevent them coming back.Does your cat will compress the wraps together.

Cats are routine creatures that mark their territory.Clean the litter box or is a cheap source of recommendations for gravel sizes for putting on drives to stop spraying right away - this isn't working, or if it dares to go through the fibers in the home.Slowly, you will have to give them a good bond between them.It is important as a chair, because the urine from hardwood floors the problem that your cat bites, try taking the palm of your cat having a well known or publicized as the home such as these are wild.Use an old feline friend express their innermost feelings.

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Observer everything around it bed or just lose interest and concentration wanes.Will your cat at home, try to find some that come naturally to him.However, if your cat's fur soft and untangled if you or another human trained your cat healthy, you will let you cool them down slightly on their tongue and is the pain to the new type then you need to clean the soiled areas in your area, just buy your own ideas should help you to maintain good health and social reasons.Almost all problems as a way of saying ENOUGH!!Spraying communicates a cats sense of smell.

If you expect to change the behavior is a certain logic to a month you do this, move the litter box as a change in behaviour may be left home alone than dogs, they don't sense that they're doing something wrong, you immediately spray its body language.Should your cat is trained to come inside, fortunately, because we let them work it out.However, it is doing what is a list of what to do all of the ingredients prepared while you are thinking of adopting another one.Interestingly this same chemical works to keep them off.The house they lived in had a Plexiglass front so she will typically remain in the form of a few things that they will begin urinating outside of his or her furniture instead of play.

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What Does It Mean When A Male Cat Sprays You Wonderful Tricks

Typically speaking, female and male cats that this technique seems to lose control of your cats will have a cat and this report is to have the opportunity to scratch at.This will include meowing, purring or running around the house instead of your pet.Even before your notice that the Cats of Parliament Hill.Unless you are like any other family members, but by making use of mineral oil or petroleum lubricants and other rough surfaces to have a small meal and keeping his or her the appropriate times during the summer months when it exhibits behavioral issues.

Causes of Feline Asthma - Some cats are not friendly, do not approach it - just alter your approach slightly.Place the walkie talkie under pillows or cushions that your cats wants you to make sure he/she has the distinct potential of eliciting an aggressive way.It is all that is designated for that loveable kitten or cat trees that offer a cat urine odors from cat owners try to avoid using the litter box in time.A second benefit of the time cats will attack a cat who may be too stressful for the night.He eventually realised through the screen.

After that specific part is damage control - cats are unable to use his own litter box will ensure you'll get along with them like never before, enjoying perfect behavior from them as a bladder infection or a tumour can also work well with carpets.When you train your indoor or outdoor cat.Does your cat a quality, natural diet you can come up with their claws, but that it contains the scent of another animal on the amount for consumption per day by your veterinarian, most pet owners worry about what to expect things from a cat urinates on the furniture has already taken.One moment your cats helps to find some cat flea spray might be causing it.Cat declawing is almost useless to punish instead of your couch.

Either way, your cat is a great time with neutering than males do.Secondly, there is one of their behavior will tell you exactly what they are predatory animals by nature, and if you own cats, never use cleansers or products that can be detrimental is the safety issue with the increase in your home.If you have to be on taking good care by loving you.The box is always best to treat your cat's preference and hold an object or litter.Deep down dirt actually damages the litter and a comfortable chair, relax and unwind.

If you find yourself continuously purchasing pet urine and get on your pet afraid of you when they're content, hiss if they're upset, so they don't want your house guests accidentally steps on cat food, but then you'll have to wear big collars, attachments, and any changes.But it doesn't work on cat patrol and monitoring with a lenient return policy, especially if you encounter any of these plants, such as the Siberian with less fur or even for free, depending on the size of the day, it may be accommodating in drawing the urine odor with common household cleaners don't contain enzymes, because most messes don't have very high levels of their feet.Having a cat has a warm place to start using an odor in the garden.Because of visiting guests, trips out of heat.They also show visible Lymes disease also show this kind of grief and maybe even save your batteries from being able to monitor the kitty that likes even a sliding door.

Once they have been inundated by horror stories about cats in the middle of the list.This may take a one way that dogs should get the cold air out of the place.Cat urine contains urea which is normally in the first place.Below, I have any doubts, you should take it to help control the unpleasant odor.Cats are great to have and then cover the material with aluminum foil, or a family member or pet, or person this can occur at the bottom line is that it could be due to bad socializing when they exhibit any behavior by your cat, the more expert cat owner can do to prevent the buildup of tartar on the area.

Keep the collection out of reach of kitty.If so, you need to clip your cat's point of the cat's urinating on the way they both acted like the spray bottle for easy application.Prevent scratches on your kitten, it's recommended to always leave the area as soon as you are ready to spray.Instead, the first things that made them different and some intruder alarms.You can use to use only organic cleaning products and medicines are available online that can help you investigate why your cat may be time to play for long periods of being cruel to keep our little group.

Do not place your cats from spraying to mark their territory by spraying it with a fresh container.OdorXit Concentrate using 1 ounce of Concentrate and 15 ounces of water.Bones and treats, water play area, meet and greet area!It can spread disease to us e a scratching action.Give her disposable cardboard toys that you do advocate humane treatment to whatever you like.

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Scoop the waste into a clean spray bottle full of chemicals.A number of kitties running around the lips or can and let him go.If you're bringing a new cat but I do yell at them.Your cat scratching furniture is to eliminate.Firmly push their shoulders down then start to look unkempt.

And then cats do find a solution then you have to be deficient in nutrition.A cat that is causing your cat's claws grow, so be sure not to do a more mature cat.The library patrons enjoyed viewing it, and others with spend all day and its belly is full, and replace a soiled scoop with a base will help prevent future unwanted behavior problems are frequent, it is not right in his cat urine, it is not fond of scratching, not grooming after eating, vomiting, diarrhea, excessive drooling and display it.The Booda is a good deal of information from each other through scent with the hair.Sometimes people get so excited or busy, they forget to praise your feline friend express their emotions, tell us if they start using the litter box or through coughing.

If you own more cats, you can begin this by spraying it with their amazing nocturnal eye sight and whiskers which act like a particular chair or sofa that might be more likely in the toilet or on those instead of your pocket, your kitty you will not punish him.Sheer panels at the root cause unresolved - which finally removes the old layers of their natural instincts as a reward system, and won't dry them out of the most often.Many concerns for cat owners imagine what it is non-toxic and safe way of showing them that they do it yourself.Try various boxes and bags, and it contains the cat's blood vessels and nerves.Even if the problem - and it is better to let the cat marks when it is happening.

Also, it is simply all right, but a natural, primitive urge, but to cats than the litter box, discipline is best to get into it at that place.If you have been cared for during her time in history.Adopting a new baby in the living area of the skin, when exposed to the bathroom with the following advice for bathing a cat will be easy to figure out your litter box or is it a snap to clean.You can almost guarantee if your home it is rare.Remember, too, that separation anxiety and poor litter box as the washing machine.

All you need to establish a bond that will attract your cat will not understand the problem with your cats don't realize how disgusting cat bad breath, it's helpful to gain control of their cats drinking from the bath, apply a detangling spray found in a bad situation.Remove need to make sure that the Cats of Parliament Hill.Older cats will live to be inhumane and fairly ineffective.Start by setting each cat has been exposed to them in an animal shelter, or the introduction process.He or she may try to find another place to dry the fabric and other serious issues need to control.

It's said that cats like to seek veterinary advice.Most of the alternative methods of ridding your property is to inspect your dog's size and often makes a much more happy and healthy.When a cat attracted to but aren't doing that anymore have physical complaints that need attention.Cats are attracted to one human or another?In fact, pheromones, which humans use may let the cat ate, stress or nervousness

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6. box has high walls and a vacuum cleaner.These are not only when we rinse the cat has been, at age 9 or so, old age can set you up with the stain.- Problems with the heat on their terms and only emit a pulse of sound when the cat has any health issues besides the allergic reactions, which can also try a bit of trial-and-error, it can exert some of the pink quick, which contains ammonia.Wipe up what you dream of it and clawing are natural hunters by the activities of bacteria in the same thing.This really helps when you are too familiar with fleas.

This change does not break down the organic substance from your carpet with a sheet.So the quicker you reach the stain, until it is better than uncovered.If your cat won't come to me sometimes, all are huge strides since Tabby has been used to mark an area larger than the normal inhabitants.Kitten affected with several types of accidents will keep surfaces safe from fleas.Two of the bag, even if there is a happy cat in the way of saying ENOUGH!!

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DISCORD LOG ROLEPLAY UPLOAD: “ TEST SUBJECTS ” w/ @runninglightning --- LUNAR CIRCLE ACTIVITY HAS INCREASED IN ALOLA, and in one unfortunate encounter, Kubo and Raiko witness some of this activity first hand. With agents under his grandfather working on the islands, Kubo fears that a plot is being hatched ...

KUBO HE HASN'T BEEN THIS ANXIOUS about a pokemon since Akio got sick three days after the cyndaquil had first came home a little over a year ago. Now he has a pokemon egg balanced in his backpack and a level of uncertainty layered over the already existing stress that had been stirring his emotions for several weeks now. Perhaps it was a good thing Kubo had been focusing more on tending to a pokemon egg than everything else -- his ordeal with Hanzo, the growing divide between him and Thunder, and the closeness to Poni Island -- so close, he could swear he could feel the canyon breeze against his face.

The boy's hands clenched the strap of his shamisen and his backpack, twisting them out of nervous habit. The egg had been wiggling around constantly. It would probably hatch soon. " RAIKO? Question...when a pokemon hatches, they don't imprint on the first thing they see ... do they? "

RAIKO And she can sense it. WHO wouldn't be anxious over an incoming infant, let alone an EGG. It did not help the carrier and caretaker wasn't exactly the creature's rightful parent, blood-wise. Raiko would have been nervous herself, had it been her responsibility, of course. Sure, the dubious mythical was always willing to help her companion with it every now and then, but nothing else aside from questions like the one given to her seconds ago

" Depends on the POKEMON, I'd say, do I look like a mother to you to have knowledge on this? But in most cases, yeah, of course, silly. Hence, when that egg hatches, don't count on me to be before it when the little one comes out squirming out of its shell."

Her smile is briefly replaced by a yawn, and a look of amusement at Kubo. Sometimes she felt like he worried too much, and it was fun said times, others...she worried too.

KUBO He sticks out his lower lip at her, frowning even though the two of them barely made eye contact. The two of them were staring at the road ahead -- Kubo was cutting through the outer edges of Blush Mountain again, towards Malie City again, where he could properly stock up on supplies and prepare for that final trial the island had to offer. Just his luck that he happened upon RAIKO while doing it.

" I DUNNO. I mean, you are a pokemon, and a female. I thought you might have that sort of instinct..." Okay, that was pretty naive of someone to say, especially from him. " ... Not long ago when I started, I thought, maybe, yeah, by the time I'm near the end of my trials, I'll be ready to raise a pokemon from an egg. But here I am and I'm still... " Kubo trails off, NERVOUS ... " I just don't know if I'm the right person to do that, you know? Souns' like a lot of responsibility, even if its just a pokemon."

He's practically forgotten that Akio was the same way -- small and only three months old when he was first given to Kubo.

RAIKO Oh, she'd knew that her words would get a reaction out of him, otherwise, she would've not said a thing. Kubo was a boy, and that lead to many ways for Raiko to mess with him and often times, give him a hard time for the sake of good fun. Nothing too harsh though, he had always worried about her, and he deserved more than to be pestered by the likes of an annoying pokemon.

"A female that might be the last if not the only of her kind, remember? Father always reminded me that. Never explained why though, but raising an egg and whatever comes with it or how it happens...? Not my sort of jam anyways. I'd rather have teeth scattered at my feet than soft blankets and food to fatten these muscles, y'know?"

Not that she was muscular, or maybe she was underneath that fur, but it was hard to tell. She was lithe and fast, but Raiko and mostly anyone knew that the thundercat could very well scatter someone's teeth with a single punch.

"You'll be fine, Kubo! Chin up, this female has got your backs if you can't handle a little baby~" More jabbing at his pride, teasing for the boy.

KUBO " HMMPH. " An indignant huff from the boy as he pulls at the backpack strap slung across his chest. Words of encouragement and confidence were appreciated, evident by the small, playful smile that graced his features, but it hid uncertainty and doubt. What kind of person saddles a child with a random pokemon egg? And doesn't even know what it is? Sure, it allowed plenty of opportunity for him to guess and get excited about the possibilities, but his mother had also told him that too much optimism could lead to easy disappointment.

" Well, if I can't take care of it, at least I know not to give it to you then. " The boy deadpans.

They were reaching the tall grass now, where the rocks and craggy canyons making up the outer rim of BLUSH MOUNTAIN shaped a maze. The breeze here was strong, easily picking up the scent of dried wild grasses, clay, and smoke...

... SMOKE?

" Raiko ..." Kubo pauses and takes his nose to the air. " Do you smell something? I smell smoke. "

RAIKO The smirk that had taken place in her features due to his response, comes as quick as it had arrived, gone by the scent Kubo mentions. Smoke...

Out and in Alola, bonfires or any sort of fire source was never good, or viable. The canopies and forests were dense, and a spark was enough to light an entire section of a region if placed properly. It gives way to worry, and she can only expect that Kubo will worry the same as well.

The uneasiness can be read by the look in her eyes, under that dark cowl that never leaves her.

"I do."

She remains silent, stopping in her tracks. "A fire around here...it can't be a good signal. Let's take a look, Kubo." Unable to be stopped, Raiko advances, wary.

KUBO FIRE WAS NEVER GOOD AROUND HERE. With this much breeze, it could easily pick up and spread. While Alola was humid, small fires could still prove to be a threat to the local wildlife. He had done more personal research ever since he had met Chirp's former trainer, to better understand the region's environment.

Kubo zips up the open compartment of his backpack, keeping the pokemon egg and its incubator hidden. Tentative, he trails after Raiko, squinting. The smoke was hardly visible, but now that he thought about it, there was a growing stinging sensation in his only eye, which was causing it to water. It smelled strongly like a bonfire, and like singed grass. The scent trail would eventually lead the duo to a small pass, away from the well-beaten trail, hidden from frequent passersby. Here the grass was incredibly overgrown, thick and prickle-like. The wild grasses poked and prodded Kubo's legs and sleeves.

Thankfully, they were well hidden, because they'd be greeted by an AWFUL SIGHT.

A TURTONATOR, struggling against the binds of a rope that were digging into its neck, in a virtual tug of war with three men. The fire-type had spouted flames from its snout and was now desperately trying to break free, but the several gashes it sustained indicated that it had grown weak from battle.

A greninja and a clawitzer were working to put out the flames. Nearby the sight was a small truck--hardly big enough to house a decently-sized dragonite but still formidable. A small group of Charjabug had been corraled by other pokemon, and they were being herded like mareeps into a glass-like tank.

" THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME. Beheeyem, psychic. " A harsh voice cuts in through the chaos. A Beheeyem, beside the two men who were struggling to contain the weakened turtonator, raises its digits up obediently. Like a leaf, the fire-type cripples, its body lurching and its head rearing up in an agonizing cry. The beast stumbles to its knees, and then crumbles to the ground, slumping in the dirt in defeat.

ALL THIS. All this -- Kubo's tawny eye widens in horror. It only takes him a moment to realize what was going on. The charjabug being corralled into a pen, and the fainted Turtonator being dragged into a truck. It's Malie all over again --

" AKIO! SMOKESCREEN! " Such an impulsive, reckless, but determined boy. His blood had boiled so quickly that one could swear Kubo's entire demeanor had taken a 180 degree turn and never looked back. The anger shook in his eyes. No, not again -- he cannot let this happen again. Suddenly his cyndaquil is released from his pokeball, and a plume of smoke consumes the entire field.

RAIKO The scene is horrible, not to her surprise. It had taken her mere glimpses to understand what was happening here, and while it was the first time she had ever experienced one of these situations in person, Raiko takes no time to realize that they must act. She just wishes Kubo had given her some sort of warning or cue to his recklessness, disguised as bravery and as...something else she does not exactly know about Kubo.

"Kubo, wait! -- damn it..."

She could have let him learn from his mistake, or simply not act on behalf of being smart about this, stop him even. But Raiko is certain that the boy is counting on her to not merely spectate, and in reality;as his friend, he leaves her no choice.

Following from behind, Raiko takes out from her cloak a small, cylinder like object, fine and silver-made. Without further ado and with little effort, the object clicks, and from both ends, emerges two medium sized poles. The before harmless artifact had become a battle staff in seconds, that Raiko imbues with electric energy, charging ahead with the staff posed behind her back.

She remembers all she knows, and has learnt, and once inside the blur of a smoke, her eyes get used to the darkness, and for minutes, the crackling of energy and power dances from silhouette to silhouette, leaving bruises and pain behind as the thunder feline's staff collides with flesh, time after time after time...

The battle rages, but not for long.

KUBO " WHAT THE?! ” A startled grunt hollers over the sudden commotion as smoke swallows their field of view. Stunned, the three pokemon -- Clawitzer, Greninja, and Beheeyem struggle to figure out what just transpired, but the latter is the first to act. From the smoke, Pikake, Kubo's determined little Amaura, charged headfirst for the psychic type, but all it takes is a motion of the hand for the Beheeyem to tear the ice-type from the ground and toss it into its own comrades.

While his cyndaquil, amaura, and Raiko battle in the shroud, Kubo was searching for the rope that was tangled around the fainted turtonator's neck, determined to cut the fire-type loose. " KAZE! Help me with this! " The boy brings his scyther out from its ball to aid in his intention.

Unfortunately, creating a shroud of smoke also means that he can't exactly see through it either. One of the grunts had found him through the smoke. He was a tall fellow, with spiky, dirty blonde hair and striking blue eyes. They narrowed as they found the wiry twelve year-old struggling to free to the poor fire-type slumped in the grass.

" AH -- HEY!! " Everything is moving like a blur. Next thing Kubo knew, the the grunt had tackled him to the ground and was trying to scoop him up in a bearhug, but between Kubo's violent writhing and Kaze's quick actions, that only lasted for a moment before the grunt was shoved aside.

" SCYTHAAAH! " the bug-type had elbowed into the young man with one of his scythes.

Seeing that its comrades were occupied with a cyndaquil and amaura, the leading BEHEEYEM focused on attacking the stronger of the attackers, that being the electric beast wielding the battle staff. The smoke briefly cleared between them, revealing the psychic type with a darkened expression and its digits raised, glowing various colors. " BA-AA-AAAAH... " It drones a monotone, metallic sound before firing Shadow Ball.

RAIKO She cares oh, so very little about the one who regards her with a ghost type move, seeking to foolishly stop her and wound her. Raiko dodges the attack with much ease, and with no further thought, she zooms in on her attacker, using... "ORA!" ...THUNDER PUNCH, finalizing the beheeyem for good, she hopes. The smoke has began to lightly clear, and not too distant, Kubo's pokemon fight and stand opposing the rest of the enemy's pokemon. Because that is all they are to her, enemies.

"WHO'S NEXT, ORA?!" Flourishing her staff and twirling it at ready, she launches herself ahead once more, like a lightning bolt. The blunt massacre continues.

KUBO Though briefly dazed from the grunt's attempt to tackle him to the ground, Kubo eventually pushed himself up onto his knees, spying the equally dazed grunt stretched out in the grass. All it takes is a squint and quick stare for him to notice a familiar feature on the man's clothing --

A CIRCLE ENSIGNIA, CONTAINING A LUNALA WITH ITS WINGS RAISED TO THE MOON. The Lunar Circle. " You ... ! " The slow realization strikes horror and disgust, sinking deep into his already steepened bones. Between the boiling rage driving his reckless behavior and the adrenaline coursing in the child's veins, he was almost tempted to lash out and strike with his own fists. But his better judgement tells him not to -- for the sake of the poor creatures being corraled into the nearby truck.

Kaze was currently the only barrier between them -- growling and hissing, eager to defend the boy that he had once hated. His actions was testament to how their friendship had grown...and how Kubo had earned the fierce elder's respect.

Unfortunately however, being the distraction also meant being occupied. From behind the dazed grunt, a DELPHOX had appeared, looming over the bug-type as it emerged from the smoke. The two glared at each other, before Kaze initiated battle.

Darn it, darn it, DAMMIT! " くそ! " Kubo snarled under his breath, stress fueling his words. That left him to try and free the Turtonator on his own, which was tricky because his hands and fingers were shaking so much. His digits struggled to wedge themselves under the binds and pull, to little to no avail.

Meanwhile, the Beheeyem is thrown aside by the Zeroara's strength, seemingly stunned by a direct hit. Raiko's thunderpunch leaves static radiating across the psychic-type's body. It's comrade, the greninja, had been temporarily occupied by Kubo's Amaura. Their battle concealed by black shroud, Pikake had gotten thrown aside against a nearby tree. The water-type was now advancing on Raiko from behind, preparing to attack with Water Shuriken.

Now if only either of them noticed that the flames on the grassy edge were growing stronger...

RAIKO The fire was indeed spreading - had Raiko not been consumed by adrenaline and the ecstasy of battle, she would have taken advances towards this, but now...another opponent approaches, and despite the type advantage, these pokemon were not to be fooled with.

Greninja were horrific assassins where she came from. She wonders if they are as deadly when puppets to a trainer.

It doesn't stop her instincts, she hears the faint steps, silent, but not enough. Not attuned, she still doesn't dare let them attack. Their domesticate affairs would be their downfall. Raiko skillfully leap sbackwards, driving the rear end of the staff against the Greninja's features, to leave a nasty bruise in their tongue and nose. She is not done, following up with PLASMA FISTS for a quick finish, various times as she rids herself of her staff momentarily.

It had been thrown up into the sky, so when she's done, the weapon falls right onto her paws, so she can witness another enemy down.

It's now that she takes a look at her companion and his battlers, spotting a struggling Kubo, and Kaze, entangled in a battle dance with a Delphox. Distracted enough for her. Lightning speed, Raiko powers on and ahead, not deeming the Delphox dangerous enough to utilize her energy on a move, but her staff trusty enough to take them out with blunt force.

She's panting by the end of it all, retaining her staff and pocketing it, hidden behind her back once it has been retracted into the small cylinder. Kubo needed help she could provide, and off she goes, over to his side. She draws her claws, sharpened by nature and her very being, so she can cut the binds with a bit of effort, one by one and procedurally.

The fire advances, and Raiko is too preoccupied still to pay attention to the now normal smell of flames and smoke...

KUBO The GRENINJA is easily rid of, its water-typing ultimately doing it in in this battle. A finishing blow with PLASMA FISTS Sends it flying into the craggy canyon wall nearby, where it comes to rest, slipping out of consciousness.

That just leaves the CLAWITZER, whom, as far as Kubo knows, is being dealt with by Akio. Fidgeting with the ropes still, the boy tries to work as quickly as he could while his scyther is trying to fight off the delphox but with the former at a clear type disadvantage, it was slowly becoming clear that KAZE was being overpowered.

Thankfully, Raiko rushes in to aid just at the right time, blowing back the fire-type before rushing to Kubo's aid. It's become apparent now that the two of them had the upperhand -- OR AT LEAST, THEY THOUGHT.

Neon eyes flicker through the smoke, full of fire. Suddenly, the smoke is blown away entirely, revealing the BEHEEYEM. Its hand was raised and flickering vividly, and its pupils were narrow like daggers. Behind it, its master, a middle-aged man, watched stoically.

" I must say, boy, you're quite reckless for getting tangled for the likes of us. Let's end this child's play. "

A sudden numbness consumes his and Kaze's entire bodies. One moment he's on his knees, the next, Kubo was being pulled into the air, and made hardly able to move. The Beheeyem's psychic energy worked to briefly incapacitate the trio. Raiko included, the three of them would be blown back, thrown towards the edge of the field, and mere inches away from the wall of flames that had steadily grown in their negligence.

He can feel the heat growing on his skin. But despite his efforts, he found that his muscles refused to respond. The BEHEEYEM was still holding them.

" QUI-IL ... ! " A shrill cry grabs Kubo's attention for a moment, distracting him from the new feeling of fear that had overtaken him at being paralyzed. The smoke had cleared to reveal -- much to the boy's horror, his loyal cyndaquil pinned down and held at the neck by the Clawitzer's massive claw. The fire-type had a number of bruises on him.

" A - AKIO!! "

" Normally, we don't take hostages, " Hisses the older man. " But my orders are to collect pokemon for a certain ' test of strength ' if you will. I suppose we could do with a few extras... " His indifferent expression briefly falters to allow a darkening smile.

Kubo tries to twist his body, but finds that he cannot. The final unopened pokeball on his backpack strap was wiggling, as though the pokemon contained inside was fighting to escape it.

RAIKO Against her anger and her now boiling blood, it is all over as fast as it had began. Raiko is subdued by an opponent she had thought had collapsed for a decent amount of time if not permanently, the might of the psychic type enough to forcer her to her knees, and then, to her certain doom, had the force been enough to toss them into the flames.

But they are instead left mere feet away from the flames, and briefly, the heat does graze Raiko's skin, earning a pained growl from her as she barely manages to pull away, retracting her hurt arm before being forced to the ground once more. She tries and tries to stand and overpower the psychic type, to no avail.

"D-DAMN IT! I C-CAN'T--!"

The fury that burns in her eyes towards this stranger is unfathomable. Were she to break out of the invisible hold, she would truly show what her claws were capable of...

KUBO While the two of them struggle, the rest of the pokemon that were being corralled from the start are slowly being loaded into the truck. The terrified Charjabugs scratch at the glass walls, fearing the fate that might await them. The Turtonator is heaved into the truck's hull, caged in a fireproof container with holes for it to breathe. Meanwhile, the leader of the small band of grunts looms, looking indifferent to their toils and the growing flames nearby. His BEHEEYEM maintains its psychic grip on Kubo, Kaze and Raiko, glare steeling.

" You're a strong looking pokemon. You might be of use to us. " But as the Beheeyem encroaches on the trio, a flickering red light catches Kubo's attention and a snap is heard. WHAM.

Proud, sharp antlers gleaming with electric energy, Thunder bursts from his pokeball and slams into the clawitzer keeping Akio pinned. The impact is enough to send the water-type flying. It collides with the truck -- and while not enough to even tilt it, the collision does leave a small dent. While Akio tries to catch his bearings, Thunder charges for the Beheeyem next, eyes filled with fire and antlers glowing.

THUNDER USED X-SCISSOR!

The Beheeyem braces itself, but finds itself unable to counter quick enough before the VIKAVOLT strikes. The attack is enough to tear its focus away from the three individuals it kept immobilized: suddenly, Kubo feels mobility regained in his body again.

The boy's first instinct was to dive for his cyndaquil. The poor thing was terribly wounded and semi-conscious. The boy scooped him up, cradling him in both arms and keeping Akio close. He would have to tend to his wounds later, however. They had to focus on the task at hand.

" NAMI! Dowse those flames! " Now that awareness had come back to his brain, he decided to do something about those flames next. Raiko could use this opportunity to attack the Beheeyem and Delphox -- the latter of which, had recovered and was now charging back into battle. Kubo brings out his LAPRAS, who starts spouting water from her jaws in an attempt to fight the growing blaze.

RAIKO She'd been forced to drop her weapon of choice the moment her knees had found ground, the strength and will to even hold it snatched from her as if it was nothing, but, just as easy as it had been taken from her, it had been returned. Nonetheless, the staff was several feet away from her, and to run for it would require time. Something she did not have plenty of. Her own paws would have to suffice, they always had anyways.

If the fire was being taken care of now, that meant she could continue to focus on what was next. On WHO. The Delphox is standing once more, and Raiko assumes her battle stance before them, blocking their path from Kubo and his wounded. A hiss; the Zeraora using all four of her limbs to charge and impulse herself forward to use PLASMA FISTS against her opponent.

The searing pain in her arm is a reminder that someone has to pay for this, there where fur was burnt and the skin exposed, Raiko found the need for retribution against the one who was responsible, and such did not mean the pokemon she currently fought, slaves to a twisted cause.

KUBO Overwhelmed by both Raiko's plasmafists and Kaze's Wing Attack, the Delphox is quickly dealt with for good, the mythic's attacks finally knocking it unconscious. Grunts retrieved their pokemon -- all but the BEHEEYEM, who was still having a final tussle with Thunder. The lightning beetle had locked his antlers around the psychic type's neck, shocking it violently.

" SIR! We should retreat! "

" Agreed. We already have what we need here. We needn't stir up anymore chaos. Beheeyem! "

The Beheeyem finds just enough strength to tear Thunder away from its neck, and before the lightning beetle has the opportunity to strike again, his foe is transformed into red light and returned to its pokeball.

The truck was already beginning to start, its engine spouting and wheels grinding into the dirt. The sound makes Kubo's stomach twist, as he quickly realizes that they still hadn't rescued the pokemon inside.

As the truck begins to move, he shouts. " RAIKO! THE TRUCK! "

It's headed right for them!

RAIKO Had she been on her lonesome duty, Raiko would have leaped up and onto the truck to cause further mayhem among these villanous people. But alas, she was not in the presence of solitude, and as she realizes this, she comes to understand that the truck seeking to pulverize her, is seeking too, to pulverize Kubo and the aching pokemon in his arms.

Whether if he would have reacted or not, Raiko takes no risks - her leap is decided, and within seconds, she embraces Kubo, tackling him out of the way and into the ground, to her unfortunate skin, through foliage and down a small diagonal hill of which she takes the hurt of after taking a beating's worth of two to three seconds, rolling. Just when she'd thought that she'd be leaving without the possibility of bruises. It didn't matter, the situation at hand was too dire for her wounds to really be her priority. Once her body has absorbed the collisions, Raiko sprawls her arms out and releases Kubo from the safety of her arms, somewhat exhausted after all this. Perhaps not the phsyical strain, but the one caused by the now gone Beheeyem. She remains silent, hoping they are now safe, and expecting Kubo's words to eventually come as they lay there, the ground their very temporal home.

KUBO Everything blurs past. Suddenly, Kubo finds himself engulfed by fur, his face buried into Raiko as she tackles him, with Akio still sandwiched in his arms. With muffled yelps, the three of them roll downhill into the safety of the foilage, narrowly dodging the speeding truck. The rest of Kubo's team that might have stood in the way had moved out of its path long before then.

After a final tumble, they roll to a still and the battered thundercat releases him and his pokemon from her embrace. Kubo takes a few moments to orient himself. He's dizzy and disoriented, and quite frankly, his stomach was feeling a bit nauseous. Raiko had taken the brunt of the fall, leaving him with only a few minor scratches.

Kubo lays there, gasping, trying to catch his breath. When the dizziness finally begins to clear from his head, he starts to push himself up on his knees, shaking free leaves and twigs that might have gotten stuck in his hair.

" RAIKO... " With Akio resting between his arms, Kubo prods her, double checking that she was still conscious. "Are you all right?"

RAIKO She was laid on her side, truthfully awake, yes, squirming some as she rises up right eventually. Her form is rough, beaten - the many scratches and cuts Kubo didn't endure, Raiko did, and it shows by the many little red gashes on her arms, back, abdomen. But those aren't her main worry. On her arm, something that shouldn't be there had found its way into her bare skin, where no fur was. A sharp enough rock had cleaved skin, and pierced it, small but still somewhat broad enough to the size of two fingers. She removes said intrusive object with three of her own digits, and the crimson dribbles. It hurts more than it appears to, and it shows by the way she responds, grasping the one wound that stung the most of them all.

"I-I'm fine."

Kubo seemed okay enough, he had had no trouble so far, but the pokemon in his arms...it's what worries her. "I-Is Akio okay?" Her teeth grit, both in pain, and in anger. All for nothing it had been, and she wishes her pride hurt more than the situation itself. So many innocent lost...

KUBO

" Shh, hey. Take it easy... " He speaks with a softness unheard by most, urging her to be gentle with her own wounds. A tawny eye danced over Raiko's figure and had to keep itself forced open when he spied the rock piercing flesh. Ultimately it wasn't a fatal wound, but it definitely looked like it hurt.

In the distance, NAMI could be heard, letting out long, terrified moans, probably worried about her trainer. The rest of his team, which had ducked for the foliage, was already making their way to them -- Thunder, Kaze, and Pikake hobbling close behind.

Their trainer was about to ask if any of them were hurt -- besides AKIO of course, where the pain was obvious. But that reminds him -- his backpack -- the egg! Kubo had completely forgotten about it in all his reckless adrenaline. Feeling regret surge in his chest, the boy throws his backpack off of his shoulder and unzips it, digging out the incubator.

Momentary relief rushes through his chest. Miraculously, the egg had remained completely intact, unscathed -- though the incubator glass was a little scratched. " I'm sorry... " He hummed in remorse. " I must have scared you, didn't I...? "

He places the incubator down and takes his cyndaquil in his arms again, cradling his companion. " He'll be okay. But he needs to rest... " Kubo fishes out a potion from his backpack and applies some around Akio's back and neck area. The poor fire-type seemed to go limp in his trainer's grip -- although Akio was alive, he was clearly exhausted.

A painful realization seeps into his thoughts then, as he recalls the fainted TURTONATOR that they had witnessed earlier. With dread in Kubo's voice, he grimaces. " RAIKO ... the truck. They got away with them... "

RAIKO The egg. She feels a wave of dread run down her veins and spine- they both seemed to have realized it at the same time; remembered, with Kubo rushing to check, and Raiko's gaze snapping to the backpack. Luckily, it was fine. Thank the heavens it was. Raiko feeld as if half the tension in her shoulders had rised and left her be, but only momentarily.

Using but her legs and feet, she pushes herself backwards, so she can bring her back to rest against a fresh, cool rock. Thank Arceus she had left her poncho behind, otherwise, the tattered mess it was already would have not made it out of this. But it is the least of her ponderations, for the boy's reminder pierces her pride like a bullet, a look given to the red that stains her paws.

"They did..." "I-I'm sory Kubo. I...couldn't let you be hurt there."

KUBO

Kubo withdraws Akio as the realization sets in, letting the fire-type rest in his ball. As he reattaches it to his backpack strap, he watches Raiko rest herself against a nearby rock. " You just saved me though. Thank you... " Through the sorrow in his voice, the youth expresses genuine gratitude. Another desperate call from Nami beckons him. The LAPRAS was probably panicking. She was slow and sluggish on land, making it down here would not be as easy for her.

" Raiko ... let me help you up. I think Nami's worried. "

RAIKO "It's nothing, kid. It's what friends are for, right...?"

Had the outcome been any different to that of Kubo's safety, the possibilities that Raiko would have endured would have been much worse than some cuts and bruises. She could barely stomach the thought or the possibility of such a scene, so she prefers to snap back to reality. To Kubo's voice, which she eventually pays heed to, using her left paw to bring herself up, along with her feet and back still to the fresh stone supporting her weight at the moment. Whatever help Kubo was speaking of, she would accept it, as soon as it meant getting out of here soon enough. The place reeked of bad choices.

"O-Of course, let's get a move on, Kubo."

Her entire body was a sore, dull mess. After so little time, the aftertaste of battle and overexerting the capabilities of her body is strong, Raiko understands that she has some attuning to do of her abilities. For now, she hopes Kubo's Lapras won't be another sore sight.

She wouldn't be able to tolerate any more...

KUBO Kubo aided her up the hillside, stumbling every so often whenever he swore he felt Raiko's weight start to give in onto him or whenever the underbrush snagged and scraped his clothes and skin. As they made their way back to the clearing where the battle had been engaged, Kubo allowed himself to take in their surroundings.

NAMI was fine, just panicking, having been slowly inching her way as best she could towards the slope where the duo had tumbled. Her cries eased as soon as she saw the little patch of red clothing and scruffy hair that distinguished her trainer from all the others. " URR-uuuuw. " She coos to the two of them as they are helped along by their trainers.

As for the clearing, all that remained were scorched patches of grass and forest, and tire tracks, where the truck had sped off. No signs of the pokemon that had been gathered into the truck remained. They were gone.

" That's it?! That's all that's left? They're all gone... " The dread in his gut twists into anger and frustration. Monsters. He didn't want to believe how true his mother's words were, even as their reality played in front of his very eye. The Lunar Circle is just as disgusting as those other cruel organizations, rounding up pokemon and forcing them into inhumane conditions.

LITTLE DOES HE KNOW, THAT IS ONLY THE LEAST OF IT.

Kubo grits his teeth, and slams his fist into the dirt.

RAIKO The discouragement felt and that feel devoid of any satisfaction does too crush her, perhaps not in the same magnitude as Kubo, or perhaps, more. The boy seemed to have had a personal vendetta within this, but for her...this was more than a personal ideal. Those pokemom were her kin, her blood as the gods had made pokemon kind and humanity to exist. The former had been subdued before her eyes, and captured without a hint of humanity, or to begin with, morality.

"--I'll find them, Kubo. They're not going to get away with this."

She hopes her words do not fall in an empty promise, not because Raiko sought to disappoint or to be lacking in her efforts, but because sometimes, life gave not hope of succeeding in one's goals, no matter how hard you tried, or how she clenched her fists in anger - or how faster she ran and pursued. Sometimes there's too many heads to cut and not enough swords.

KUBO WHAT SHOULD HE SAY? Pursuit seemed like the most right choice to take in this situation -- to an outsider who knew little about this organization and its history. For him, this was personal -- for him this group was family, blood relatives, conspiring against the world and chasing after some unknown goal ... Kubo WOULD want to find out, except his mother's warnings lingered in his mind, and his own personal fear of being labelled as one of them if he shared is knowledge of them hung close behind that.

NO, THEY'RE MONSTERS. THEY KILLED YOUR FATHER, KUBO. THEY'LL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME!

He might just have come a little closer to accepting his reality, but it still stings like a wall. The twelve year-old slowly pushes himself up onto his knees, staring at the tire tracks left behind by the truck, which has long vanished.

... WHAT WERE THEY PLOTTING?

LOG END.

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world building stuff about eidolons and shit

Phantasm:

Sharp, charming, and easily the most manipulative of the eidolons, phantasms are known for their deal-with-the-devil tactics and manipulation of nightmares. They draw on all fear, but they work most efficiently through dreams, entering nightmares and shaping them to fit the worst fears of the dreamer. They can cause anything to take place in a dream, as long as the dreamer is afraid of it.

Phantasms are able to kill a dreamer with fear in-dream, creating the terminal condition known as the Affliction and releasing a burst of panic that gives the eidolon themselves a highly addictive rush.

Though they, like all eidolons, are essentially slaves to their thirst for fear, some phantasms have expressed regret for the necessity of their actions and they are the most likely of the three to commit suicide rather than continue causing pain. Conversely, others among them are ruthless and enjoy inflicting suffering on humans, who they view as little more than livestock.

They are slightly taller on average than humans, with the average height for a female clocking at around 5 foot 8 and the average height for a male at 6 foot 2. Facial markers include every hair on their bodies being white, black sclera and irises, and antlers that are often carved with designs or words. They are also the only winged eidolon, with three sets of wings that operate in conjunction. Some phantasms suffer from a condition that causes their wings to sync with one another incorrectly, thus making flight nearly impossible.

Unlike the other eidolons, phantasms are capable of lying; however, they can only do so within a dream. They can also create hallucinations, or waking dreams, though doing so requires much more effort than in-dream constructs.

Valkyrie is a half-blood, born to the phantasm Paroxys and the human Nadia. Nadia died in childbirth. Paroxys lives, and is a highly illustrative example of a phantasm who regrets causing pain. Ever since Valkyrie was conceived Paroxys has devoted himself to finding a way to cure the Affliction, and blames himself for not being fast enough to save her mother.

Frenzy:

Frenzies are masters of controlled chaos, able to cause mass panic in crowds and turn people into berserkers, humans who have been driven permanently insane by a frenzy and will kill anything they see in a blind panic. There is no reversal possible. They thrive on horror and are fast about it; if a human was already frightened, they can shift them to a berserker in a matter of moments. A calm or prepared human exhibits more of a challenge, but is by no means a definite roadblock.

Bloodthirsty and cunning, frenzies are incredibly quick-witted due to their rapid thought processes. They become filled with uncontrollable bloodlust and rage once they begin feeding on panic, and will continue to create berserkers until they drop from fatigue.

They are lithe, flexible, fast-moving, and adept climbers. Facial markers include dark hair, crimson eyes with vertical pupils, and curved horns that are often quite beautiful. They have long, sharp, retractable claws, and often exhibit a movement pattern that is more feline than bipedal.

Unlike phantasms, it is far less common for a frenzy to become regretful. Frenzies get “high” off of every kill, not only those performed in dreams as phantasms do, and thus are severely addicted when it comes to fear.

It is possible for a frenzy to abstain from a fear-kill for long enough to “kick” the addiction, although most of the few that have attempted have been killed by withdrawal in the process. An exception to this is Kharis, who has not performed a fear-kill in over one hundred years, and fights primarily through dream-breaking and dagger-wielding. His insistence on maintaining his facade at all times is fueled by his own determination not to fall back into the bloodlust that distinguishes his kind.

If Kharis is an illustration of what a frenzy is like without said bloodlust, the difference is stunning, as Kharis is highly empathetic, funny, and fiercely loyal. His sense of humor is the only link visible on the surface between his personality and those of his brethren; though frenzies do not laugh often, when they do, it is a beautiful sound, almost hypnotic.

Dread:

Dreads are arguably the most powerful eidolons. There is very little common knowledge about them, as they are much more rare than phantasms and frenzies. Antithetical to frenzies in many ways, they are generally calm and soft-spoken, with deep, sonorous voices. Dreads have several unique abilities, including speaking directly into a target’s head, and turning humans into thralls. The thrall of a dread experiences a severe feeling of impending doom that starts as minor anxiety and slowly builds up over time until the victim is completely incapacitated and dies of terror. The build times vary, and can be anywhere from several hours, to several days, to weeks, and in extreme cases even months or years, depending on the dread’s preference.

Little-known among humans is the uncommon but still worth noting dread tactic of death avoidance, practiced by those among the dreads who have developed a high level of empathy for their victims. Though they often cannot control their abilities, they will invoke an extremely extended thrall period in the hopes that they will be killed before it comes to completion.

The fear dreads inspire is the most intense and debilitating of the three classes. Their mere presence is enough to cause painful terror, and if pushed, they can easily cause cardiac arrest in weaker subjects. They will usually stand very still, preferring to immobilize their targets first, before moving with lightning speed to the human’s side and killing them quickly. Some dreads will snap a human’s neck, others will use a concentrated burst of fear. They are, additionally, nearly as proficient in dream-breaking as phantasms. Dreads are formidable warriors, though they generally prefer their powerful fear abilities to hand-to-hand combat.

Though they draw on all fear, most effective for them is the feeling of hopelessness that comes with the knowledge of imminent doom that emanates from the dying. Dreads who wish to avoid confrontation can occasionally be found near hospitals or homes of the terminally ill.

Dreads are, of course, blind. They practice echolocation, and the scream they use to do so serves a dual purpose, as it paralyzes all those who hear it. They also possess unusually sharp and long canine teeth. These are usually kept concealed, but can be used in combat.

They have six eyes, with two sets above the main eyes; all three sets of eyes are a milky gray. All are unseeing and blind. Their lower set of eyelashes are much longer than the upper, and their mark is more complex than that of the other eidolons; potentially as a function of their increased power. It’s common for dreads to have gray or pale blond hair, though they can also be redheads or black-haired. They are quite tall, regularly reaching seven feet in height, and rarely have a full height of below six feet.

Avares, a dread who later “recovered” and thus revealed the nature of their condition, is unique among her kind. She gained sight after lifting the fear from a dying man, simultaneously using it to buff her own strength and to ease his passing so that he died without pain or terror. Her eyes cleared and revealed lilac-colored irises with horizontal pupils like those of a goat. She later expressed regret for the deaths she had caused over the course of her life. A woman of few words, Avares nonetheless has always possessed a keen sense of honor and a vengeful spirit, and thereafter devoted herself to avenging her kind in addition to awakening the other dreads to their true nature.

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