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first-order-medbay · 5 years

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(For Jemimah)

Okay I first disagreed with the reaction thing, but she would, but she would make sure they won’t get hurt and her blaster is always on stun. And for each the love and relationship personality, Jonathan is more the Wolf and Jemimah is the Owl.

Wolf Characteristics

Medium sized

Good looking

Athletic

Decisive

Passionate

Aggressive

Scientific Name

Canis Lupus

Collective Term

A pack of wolves

The rugged wolf is athletic, good-looking and brimming with self-confidence. A close relative of the domestic dog, it is stronger and more aggressive, managing to generate notoriety wherever it marks its territory. The wolf's dark reputation is mainly due to jealousy of its consistent success in work and romance. A wolf in full stride is quite impressive. Firing orders at subordinates while on the phone to customers, no one can get the job done quite as efficiently as the wolf.

The Wolf Personality Requires Loyalty

With an innate understanding of the value of teamwork, it's always ready to take its place in the chain of command either as leader or as simply a member of the pack. When a wolf decides to innovate, it makes sure that it has the backing of a capable team. The wolf is clear-headed and strong-minded, always willing to compromise in the interests of getting a job done.

Wolves are facially expressive and readily communicate their emotional states with body language. They work hard at developing their social relationships, although unlike their cousin the dog they are quick to anger when they sense threats to the social order. When confrontations occurs, they sometimes react suddenly and violently, barking displeasure at offending subordinates. Close companions know to avoid their biting tongue until they resume their normal gregarious behavior.

The Wolf Personality's Career

Wolves are intensely ambitious and never shy from hard work. Socially adept, they function well in leadership and management roles as well as in jobs requiring vision and strength of character. Being a natural motivator, their instinctive understanding of group dynamics serves them well in goal-oriented tasks.

As bosses, wolves demand absolute loyalty and they provide the same allegiance to their employees. Their ability to perform under pressure helps them attain the highest executive levels, and with strong communication instincts they maintain a constant stream of notes, letters, and email to coworkers. Their instinctive understanding of the chain of command makes wolves excellent soldiers or law enforcement officers.

Wolves in the Wild

No animal has been as misunderstood as the wolf. Cast as a bloodthirsty villain in folklore and children's stories, wolves have enjoyed a special mystique that has engendered fear and respect throughout their range.

Thought by many to be the ancestor of the domestic dog, wolves were once widespread over Europe, Asia, and North America. Their range was probably wider than any other carnivore, and their success was due in part to their rigidly enforced social structure.

Careers & Hobbies

Law enforcement

Soldier

Medical fields

Trial Lawyer

Team sports

Outdoor activities

Theater

Debating

Love & Friendship

The wolf insists on fidelity from its mate, but even after its partner has sworn its devotion, the wolf must battle its canine hormones that drive it to distraction.

On the positive side of the ledger, the wolf makes a gallant effort to remain faithful; satisfying its haunting need for romance through its strong platonic friendships. (At least that's what we're told.)

Is it love or a deep animalistic lust that is the wolf's secret hunger? The answer proves elusive even to the wolf, whose appetites for the hunt bedevil its romantic stability.

When a relationship is in trouble, the wolf leaves no stone unturned in its quest to restore harmony. Unfortunately, this obsessive behavior can give the impression that its partner is simply another challenge for the wolf to conquer.

(For Jonathan)

You are an Owl Owl Characteristics

Eloquent

Sincere

Conservative

Scientific Name

Tyto alba

Collective Term

A parliament of owls

The owl is the tranquil face of the bird personalities. A creature of great integrity, its quiet demeanor accords it an air of mystery and diffidence. It is known as the serene, wise observer of human society. Always well groomed, it is a noble individual with elegantly chiseled features that border on the fine edge of beauty and homeliness. Its large eyes are often framed by handsome eyeglasses.

The Owl Personality is Sober

Owls have developed quite a reputation for intelligence, but it's really their calm and insightful nature that gives this impression. Instead of an intellectual approach to life they use their deeper spiritual senses to guide them, and like their nocturnal cohorts, the bats, have a deeply philosophical bent.

Spending much of their time in solitary pursuits, owls like to hole up in a quiet working environment and venture out only when necessary. They are not a playful creature. Only engaging in exercise and sport in order to keep physically fit, they avoid the more gregarious animal personalities like dogs, dolphins, and sea lions.

Owls are not without their assertive side however, and they won't hesitate to use their razor-sharp tongue to settle an argument. Never the aggressor in a confrontation, they fight only when their survival or honor is at stake and have no desire for a prolonged or physical struggle. Owls espouse nonviolence, think logically, and argue persuasively.

The Owl Personality's Career

As an astute observer of human nature, owls are eminently suited to be judges or diplomats. Their trustworthiness and dependability find them in positions of responsibility, perhaps as bank managers, heads of state, or religious leaders. A conscientious worker, an owl takes responsibilities seriously, and when it accepts the burden of public office it does so with the grace and skill typical of the species.

With an enormous capacity for hard work, owls achieve great things in almost any field they choose. This success doesn't always translate into financial rewards, but invariably satisfies their need to impart their wisdom to others.

Owls in the Wild

Owls often live in churches and empty houses and are prone to swoop suddenly out of the dark with a ghostly appearance. Their eerie hoots create a mournful backdrop for their spooky behavior, and these sounds are probably responsible for the origin of a number of ghost stories.

Although owls can sometimes be seen by day, they function best at twilight as they patrol their regular routes and swoop down to catch mice and squirrels.

Owls are able to hunt in complete darkness, having evolved a system of "outer ears" hidden under their feathers. By detecting slight differences in the timing of their prey's noises as the sounds strike these asymmetrical ear flaps, owls are able to zero in on their prey by sound alone.

Careers & Hobbies

Bank manager

Judge

Diplomat

Head of state

Reading

Debating

Chess

Philosophy

Love & Friendship

Unlike the terrestrial creatures, the owl is not a prisoner of its sex-drive, but with its air of refined sensuality is hardly shy about throwing itself into the physical aspects of a relationship. When it focuses its sharp ardor on its lover it ignites a steamy and animated encounter.

The owl views sex as a complement to its relationships and certainly not as a key component. It would do well to recognize the significance of physical affection outside the bedroom, for its partner is often starved for non-sexual reassurance.

The owl considers itself to be excellent company and is quite happy spending time in its own active mind, which slows its search for a long-term partner. Drawn to people who match its sedate disposition, the owl finds the noble swan to be a physical and emotional match. But achieving long-lasting relationships can prove difficult, for a suitable mate must also match in a deeply spiritual way. Perhaps that's why the owl finds that its nocturnal companions, the fox and bat are able to fill its complex needs.

#out of the medbay (ooc)#about jonathan #Ni be alit Ordo (About Jemimah)

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pluto-sapphire · 6 years

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Analogous Greens and Synthetic Stars

Phanfiction

SpaceBoy!Dan and PlantBoy!Phil AU

**Read on AO3**

The plant boy sat in the trees every night looking up to the stars in the night sky. They seemed almost synthetic when looked at from the surface of the world; how they were painted onto a black backdrop that was illuminated by their light. Almost as if a clever puppeteer had draped black fabric over the universe and painted little white dots on it. All the plant boy ever wanted to do was touch the stars, travel up high into the world above his own - the world where there seemed to be so much more space.

The plant boy’s realm was green with chloroplasts and soft dreams and leaves like butterfly wings. Even among all this splendor, one would wish to see something new once in their life. Phil had ventured through all the lush forests, breathed in the mellow perfume of every flower he’d seen, and collected what little blessings of nature he had come across in his treks through the wilderness. He had had tea parties with the woodland creatures in every thicket he would stumble upon, sample the delights of all the springs he found about his green world, and, despite all this, he was still lonely. At the age of seven, Philip, the boy of plants, knew that he was missing something.

The plant boy celebrated his twelfth birthday with the woodland creatures. No words surpassed their lips, beaks, or mouths, but he knew they were happy for him. Phil wandered the path in the woods, one borne from the venturing of his own feet endlessly for years, back to the sanctuary of his favourite tree to wait for nightfall. Now that he was twelve, he deemed himself old enough to stay up just a bit later and watch the stars. Suffice to say, this was what he looked forward to the most.

Phil ascended into the branches of the ancient oak and placed himself on a high branch overlooking the forest with a clear view of the sky. Running his fingers along the bark of the tree, the little plant boy waited for the stars to greet him.

Except they didn’t. They were still out and swirling about, but they were duller than usual. Then he heard the whimpering. Phil turned his head to the east, attempting to find the source of such a melancholy sound. Then he saw the faint outline of a figure, seemingly laying down, painted on the backdrop of stars. The twelve-year-old squinted to better grasp what the figure was and why in the world they could be crying. Upon further inspection, this disconsolate figure was a boy. A boy his age at that, or perhaps a bit younger. He was curled up on his side, curly locks of chocolate brown hair falling over his cool, pale skin, dewdrop-like tears cascading down his cheeks. His eyes were closed tightly, little wrinkles formed by the tension on his skin.

Then Phil noticed something that made his heart swell. This crying boy in the sky had colours splashed across his cheeks - colours of the sky above. There were washes of purples, lavender and indigo, blues, pthalo and navy, black, and touches of pastel pink. It was beautiful. And this boy’s cheeks were dotted with little white stars, brighter than those in the sky. Big and small stars, shooting stars, even a miniature supernova on his left cheek. Phil stared at the beauty painted on this boy’s cheeks before moving his fingers to touch his own.

He had always had cheeks covered with washes of different shades of green. There were dark greens like pine and basil, lighter ones like chartreuse and lime, even greens on the bluer side like mint and sage. There were leaf patterns strewn across his face like a child had jubilantly skipped along and tossed them from their hands, the tiny shapes landing on his cheeks. For the longest time Phil had thought he was the only one with these colours splashed on his cheeks. Even with his normal black hair and blue eyes, the designs on his skin stood out like a sore thumb. Whenever he saw a human, which was rarely, as a boy like him tended to avoid humanity and its destructive ways, they would never have patterns or natural colours on their cheeks. So when the plant boy saw the boy with the stars on his cheeks, his worries ceased and were replaced with curiosity.

Who was this boy with the beautiful designs on his cheeks? Was he like Phil? And why in the world was he crying when he was in that stunning sky?

The plant boy lifted his chin to the stars and whispered, “Hello?”

The muffled crying quieted, then the boy in the sky looked down upon Phil, cheeks decorated with starry tears. The boy sitting in the tree noticed the other’s brown eyes and how they, even when filled with shades of hazel and chocolate, seemed to dance with stars.

The space boy wiped at his eyes and shot back a reply, “What?” It was rather sharp, but Phil could see he was miserable.

“Why are you crying? I mean, your sky is so beautiful. What do you have to be unhappy about?”

The chocolate haired boy pouted and looked around his sea of stars and colours, then lifted himself out of the fetus position. “There’s hardly anything up here,” he said quietly. “It looks pretty to you, but would you want to live in a place so lonely? At least you have your animals.”

Phil sat in contemplation for a second before regarding the world around him. It was, in fact, fuller than the sky that the chocolate haired boy lived in. “You’re right,” he replied, voice low with a touch of shame. “I shouldn’t take what I have for granted.”

A small squirrel scuttled up the ancient oak and climbed onto the raven haired boy’s knee. He reached out to pet its head and the small creature obliged.

After a long silence, Phil piped up, “You can come down here and sit with me if you’d like.”

The space boy’s eyes widened. “I’ve never tried before. How do you know it’ll work?”

“It’s worth a try, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so.”

The space boy stood up and began to descend from the stars, a movement that almost resembled floating. His pale, bare feet touched down on the tree and he nearly lost his balance being on solid material. Silently, he sat down next to the plant boy.

“I never asked your name,” Phil began. “I guess I should’ve-“

“Dan. Or… Daniel.” The space boy answered. He glimpsed at Phil but then back at his feet which were hanging off the tree next to the other boy’s.

“Hi, Dan! I’m Phil - short for Philip.”

Dan smiled warmly, and Phil could swear that he saw the stars on his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose start to shine brighter.

The space boy leaned over closer to Phil and traced his gaze over his cheeks. The plant boy blinked twice at his new friend.

“You’re like me.”

“Yeah…”

“Your cheeks - they’re glowing.”

Phil smiled. “So are yours.”

#phanfiction #my fanfiction #plantboy!phil #spaceboy!dan #dnp #this is to go with the wallpapers and stuff #i felt inspired okay #please don't hate me #dan howell #phil lester #phandom

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maartje-writes · 4 years

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YOUR BEAUTY SAVED ME

Proloog

Y/N is your name. You are a 18 year old female who lives a dull life in a small town on the edge of a forest. You suffered a trauma when you got lost in the woods as a small child. For many years there has been a rumour that a monster is sneaking around in the depths of the forest. After your brother was captured in by the monster in his castle, you came to his rescue in an attempt to free him. However, this didn't work out well. You are now a prisoner in the monster's castle. But after spending more and more time with him, you find out that the beast carries a dark secret within him.

Opening story

In my own special place, no one bothered me. Hardly anybody knew about it either. I could be there in peace. Even if I had a book to read one day, I would have a sketchbook with me. Many times I had drawn the view in front of me, but of course often with a spark of fantasy in it. A beautiful castle with vast times full of flowers and different plants. High towers with gargoyles on top. A balcony that looked out on everything.

It was a quiet and small village. Beautifully situated in the middle of the mountains. A large market square where you could buy things that merchants came home with to sell on to the people living in the neighbourhood. They were the only people who travelled outside our town. Everyone knew each other and each other's family, neighbours and friends. Little knew what was outside the borders of our town. I often heard stories from the people who had been there. Beautiful big cities, seas that stretched for miles, so many different people and cultures. How I would like to see it all. How beautiful it must be there. There is so much to discover, so much to see and experience. How beautiful it must be. To see so much more than there is, in my little world. To go out and discover more of the world for myself.

I walked dreamily through the streets of our little village. With a book in hand I was on my way to my favourite spot. An open lawn, just outside the village. Birds heard you whistling, the mountains as a view and no people around you looking at you. That happened to me more and more often. The older I got, the bigger my passion for fantasy stories became. I dreamed away. Of course, the people in the village knew me from childhood and saw my change too. I was a dreamer. At first they thought it was adolescence. More and more often I heard them whispering behind my back, 'there's Y/N, that girl who doesn't do anything with her life but dream. She doesn't achieve anything later'. I didn't care. I was happy. I had dreams.

In reality, there was also a castle. A very real castle, but very different that I drew and knew in my head. I actually saw it once as a little child. Sometimes the shivers still ran down my back. Dark, dark and grey are the words to describe it well. As if there had been no life inside for centuries. The castle is not too far from our village hidden in the forest, on the edge of the mountains. A place where it seems as if the sun never shines. I don't know exactly how I found the castle either. One beautiful day I was playing at the edge of the village. According to my parents I was old enough for that now. Normally I always had to stay close to home, because a few years earlier a wild animal had been spotted in the woods by one of the hunter of the village. There was a period of fear then. Parents no longer let their children out after nightfall. Hardly anyone set foot outside the village anymore. After the fear of the people had subsided and the beast was no longer seen, we were allowed to go outside a bit more freely. It was suspected to have been a big wolf or bear. On the outskirts of the village I was playing with a pebble, when I saw a squirrel coming my way. I kept very quiet so as not to frighten the little animal. The creature sniffed around a bit and then hurried back towards the forest. Without thinking about it, I followed the animal. Not too long I wandered through the forest, deeper and deeper and deeper. Chasing the squirrel. Then all of a sudden it climbed high into the trees and had disappeared from it. Disappointed I looked up, hoping to catch another glimpse of the creature. In vain. I turned around, suddenly realising that I had walked far too far into the forest and it was already getting dark. The sunlight could hardly penetrate through the many branches of the forest. A cold shiver pulled over my back. Standing still had no use, so I started to walk in the direction I thought I had come. It seemed as long as I was walking. I was scared and tears rolled down my cheeks. Of course the idea hadn't escaped me that maybe the wolf or bear could walk around here. It was starting to get colder already.

I was almost in despair that maybe I would never come home, when suddenly somewhere in front of me I saw a very vague light. I felt hope in me again. I started running in the direction of the light. Had I come back to the village after all? But something seemed to be wrong. The closer I got, the forest didn't seem to get any less dense. And there was only one reason for that. I didn't get close to the edge of the forest at all. A huge gate loomed up between the woods. Big steel, black fences blocked my way. I walked towards the gate. Behind it, in the darkness, a huge castle loomed up. The shadow of the towers fell over me like a ghost holding you in its grip of fear. I didn't move. Afraid something from the darkness would discover me if I moved. I did nothing. Fear was the only thing that moved me. Then suddenly I heard a soft sound. I looked around me, looking for where it came from or what it could be. Slowly it became clearer. It was people, people calling my name. With a jolt I pulled away from the fence and ran as fast as I could towards the voices. I ran, fell, pulled myself up through a tree and ran on. I ran as if my life depended on it. Looking back was not an option. The voices came closer and closer and I saw lights of torches. People looking for me. And finally they found me, exhausted and crying, not only of fear but also of joy. For days I had nightmares of that one day. I had only told the story to my family. I didn't want to tell it to anyone else, because my own family didn't believe what had happened.

#thebeautyandthebeast romance lovestory love adventure #disney xreader storyxreader prinsadamxreader adamxreader

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theredwallrecorder · 7 years

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) pt 2

Huh. For the first time in forever I don’t actually know what to say here. I guess... stuff goes down? Martin and company find out that Hellgates isn’t all sand and brimstone. It’s a fox-eat-woodlander kind of place, where nothing is as it seems. I hear the god of that realm has it in for Martin. Really bad blood, you get me? I’m surprised Vulpuz hasn’t shattered the gates of Dark Forest just to get at him.

And let me tell you, the Great Vulpuz goes for the jugular.

Please enjoy Redwall Hell: The Anime pt 2, this time featuring Martin sass, a little magic, totes foreshadowing, and madness. Vulpuz has that in droves, see. He can’t help but share. They say sharing is caring, but there is such a thing as too much. All that sharing will attract her attention.

Here’s part 1 for those who have no idea what’s going on.

Also I oughta mention that I can’t take credit for all of Redwall Hell’s awesomeness. @raphcrow pretty much started this, and @thegoldensoundtwice is my partner in Redwall Hell crime. Bless you mateys for keepin’ the fires burning. <3

@fuzzhugs Martin vs. Hell, huh? Hell is a fox, mate, and that fox is REAL.

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Martin and his friends were speechless. The white fox remained seated upon Badrang’s old throne, watching them with an intense, almost unnerving curiosity. He flexed first one paw and then the other, each of his movements oddly erratic, as though he had been sitting waiting for them here for an age and a day, and since they had finally arrived, every last vestige of his pent-up energy could now be focused upon them. His gaze was sharp but distracted, constantly shifting from one of the company to another, and he seemed unable to sit still in his seat. Despite the constant fidgeting, he remained silent.

Confused by the fox’s baffling behavior, Martin struggled to find his voice. A feeling of mighty dread gripped his heart within his chest, and he suddenly became intimately aware of the fact that his best friends stood just behind him. Steeling himself, Martin locked eyes with the reclining vermin.

“I—”

A bemused giggle cut off the warrior mouse’s comment. The white fox shifted his weight to one side, his tail flicking dismissively. “Oh, do forgive me, mouse,” he quipped, unable to mask the dripping sarcasm in his tone. “Sometimes I find my merriment too difficult to contain! Pray, continue.”

His brow furrowed, Martin attempted to speak once more.

“Who—”

This time the fox guffawed aloud, only managing to halt his laughter by clamping both paws firmly around his mouth. It took a few moments for him to regain control of himself. Martin and his companions shifted uneasily.

“Goodness me, what trouble this gaiety has caused!” the fox declared to himself after he had relinquished his grip on his snout. His expressive voice danced across the ocean breeze, each syllable over-emphasized with curious whimsy. “I actually do care to hear what you have to say, Martin, so if you would grant me a second forgiveness, I promise you I will do all in my power to listen with grave reverence.”

Martin sensed the fox was mocking him, but he tried a third time all the same.

“Who are—”

The fox burst into uncontrollable laughter, echoes of gleeful insanity ringing out into the salty air. Lacking any sort of restraint, he gave full vent to his rude humor, bending forward in his seat and slapping his thigh repeatedly. Martin and his friends had no idea what to do. They waited in awkward silence until the fox’s merriment subsided. He dabbed at his eyes with a corner of his cloak, his chest heaving with exertion.

“Ah, bless me. This is more than I could ever had conjured, even if I had spent an age and a day building the perfect scheme.” The fox was all smiles as he gestured to Martin and his company. “Greetings and welcome! Come closer now, and make yourselves comfortable. I have so much I’ve been wanting to tell you!”

The six friends hesitated. Out of the corner of his mouth Gonff muttered, “Ah, don’t anybeast step backwards now, mates. The passage we just came out of is gone, and it’s a sheer drop to the channel below!” The abrupt news that their only escape route had vanished was startling, but the fox spoke again before any of them could react further.

“It is rude to whisper in company before a stranger, Prince of Mousethieves,” he chastised, eyes glittering with contained malice. “Of course the passage is gone. You cannot leave this place unless I will it.”

“Tell us who you are, fox,” Felldoh challenged, “before you attempt to amuse us with empty threats.”

The white fox rested his head in one paw, pinning the warrior squirrel in place with his intense gaze. “Felldoh the Wrestler. Oh, pardon, it’s just Felldoh isn’t it,” he admonished, lip curling upwards in a scornful sneer. “You see before you a vermin, but this one is far more than a mere beast.” The fox leaned forward upon his throne like a maniacal despot surveying his subjects. He spoke slowly, accentuating each word with deadly precision, his voice as cold as midwinter’s frost.

“I am the Claw that Drags the Corpses of your enemies into the bowels of the earth. I am the Eye in the Night, a fountain of obscuring mist, perpetuating and piercing the darkness. I am the gnashing of teeth, the splintering of bone, the crack of the whip, the shriek of the chain, the squeal of drawn steel. I am the Prophet of Abominations. Haha! I am the bosom containing the void of solitude. And yet, I am the emaciated shadow that lingers on the eve of war, rising to become the Insatiable Great Maw that follows behind and swallows all you hold dear.” He paused to lick his lips, as if to blissfully sample the infernal rust left behind by his last spoken syllable. He offered Rose a cheeky wink before continuing. “But perhaps my names are too much for you to comprehend. Very well. To borrow the tongues of the living, I am… the Great Vulpuz.”

In one regal movement he rose from his seat, throwing his arms out to either side, indicating the blue sky, the quarry, and the expanse of rocky coastline below them. “Behold! One of my many domains. Such fond memories you have of this place, warrior,” he mused, turning to look at Martin with profound pity, his head shaking in disgust. “Though it was not the first stage of your many failures, I must assert that it was the most glorious. Ha ha! A kingdom for a rose! What a pleasure to delight in the folly of a warrior’s youth. Tell me, how is it that you can even find the strength to look upon her?”

A low rumble issued from deep within Dinny’s chest. The normally peaceable mole flexed his digging claws aggressively as he and Gonff drew up behind Martin. A scowl wreathed the mousethief’s face, the sunlight reflecting off the knife he had just drawn playing across his brow. “That’s mighty low, even for a fox,” he muttered dangerously. “Do you always insult the creatures you’ve just met?”

Laterose moved to respond in kind, but Martin stopped her with the gentle touch of his paw. He flashed the three of them a grateful smile before turning to face Vulpuz squarely, his voice as steady and strong as sandstone.

“There was a time I would have been baited by your words, but now I simply find them annoying. Release us to go our own way.”

“’Release us to go our own way!’” Vulpuz repeated in a mocking tone. “Hmph, what a contemptuous bundle of useless words! My answer to them is ‘no’, since I’ve only experienced a measly shred of the entertainment I intend to glean from you.” The fox drew himself up, steepling his claws together in front of his face. “Allow me to state my objectives plainly. You will never leave this place. The very instant you entered my realm, you gave up the ability to go your own way. You are now part of my collection, an object that I will toy with as I see fit. Clear your mind of all you knew of Dark Forest, for Hellgates is your new dwelling place.”

“You can’t stop us from leaving,” Laterose declared, her clear voice overflowing with confidence. “Being in your realm does not give you power over us!”

“Oh you miserable little maiden, how deeply you’re mistaken.”

With a derisive flourish Vulpuz vanished. His voice continued to issue from seemingly everywhere, eerie echoes bouncing off the quarried fragments of stone as Martin and his comrades formed up in a loose defensive circle, each of them straining to catch sight of the fox.

“I can only guess that you weren’t listening during my eloquent explanation. Very well, I’ll go over it once more. Picture this: There was a band of foolish woodlanders who traipsed into Hellgates. The Great Vulpuz made himself known to them, and because they were utterly ignorant, he chose to teach them according to his principles. His lessons were brief and highly effective, as demonstrated hence.”

An enormous slab of stone close to Gonff shuddered suddenly to life, hurling itself with brutal accuracy upon the unsuspecting mousethief. Gonff hardly had time to utter a muffled shout of surprise, for in the blink of an eye both stone and thief had disappeared into thin air. In the same moment there was a low rumbling sound, and the sand beneath Dinny and Grumm started to churn and heave violently. With breathless speed, the ground began to devour the two moles, their bass voices crying out in terror.

“Ee gurt sands, oh, burr no!”

“Miz Roser, Marthen, help!”

Rose caught hold of Grumm’s ladle, her footpaws scrabbling to find a suitable foothold against which she could brace herself. Without warning she sat down hard, Grumm’s ladle still clutched in one paw. The two moles had been completely swallowed, buried beneath unyielding stone and sand. Rose glanced up at Martin, her mouth wide open in shock. Quickly Martin helped her back onto her footpaws, Felldoh warily circling the area behind them.

The warrior squirrel was furious at having been caught unprepared. Gritting his teeth, Felldoh dropped his sling upon the ground. He hefted his spear in both paws and shouted into the sky.

“Coward! Show yourself!”

In an instant Vulpuz was standing before him. Laughing maniacally, the white fox struck Felldoh in the face with a fierce backpawed slap, causing the squirrel to lose his balance. He toppled backwards over the edge of the cliff, followed by the echoes of a terrible scream that slowly faded into horrified silence. His chilling deeds accomplished, Vulpuz sniffed disdainfully, bending to retrieve Felldoh’s spear from where it lay on the path. Effortlessly he snapped it in two. He flung the broken pieces over the cliff edge before turning to face Martin and Rose.

“I don’t always take care of the rubbish, but I’m very methodical when I do, wouldn’t you agree?” he inquired, a nasty sneer contorting his beautiful face.

“What did you do with my friends?” Martin growled. He maneuvered himself in front of Rose and brandished his sword. Behind him, Rose fitted a rock to her sling and began swinging it in steady arcs, her eyes trained on Vulpuz.

The ruler of Hellgates smote his forehead with an open paw. “And we are still not listening! No matter, I’ll be able to fix that for you. I took your friends out. Not for a stroll through Mossflower Woods, mind you. Can’t you see?” The fox cleared his throat forcefully. “Entering my realm was a poor leadership decision, mouse. You brought your friends into a trap. All the signs of a trap were there. Hahaha, but what does Martin the Warrior do? He ignores them! He takes note of the possibility of danger and he charges full tilt into it, dragging all those he loves along with him.” Vulpuz stalked regally towards the two mice, the brisk wind whipping his cloak about like a torn sail caught in a storm. The timbre of his voice rose to a maddening scream as the skies above them began to darken.

“You can’t escape what you’ve been, warrior! Even now, the wraith who has frolicked through the mists of your slain foes’ nightmares lingers in your shadow!”

Martin had heard enough. He shifted his weight, readying himself to strike. The white fox was laughing again, the air around him popping and fizzing, blurring the edges of his form. His arms were outstretched, taunting the warrior mouse, inviting him to attack. Martin exhaled and raised his blade, his field of vision narrowing as the whirring of Rose’s sling intensified behind him. Time seemed to stretch itself thin just as Martin leaned into his charge.

Then, a voice like steel striking stone carved a rift through the ecstatic tension.

“Enough, Vulpuz.”

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Persian Cat Spraying Eye-Opening Unique Ideas

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