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dem-animebois · 3 years

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Tenshi’s story part 1

Welcome to the villains world!

This will be a combination of the first few prologues with a bit extra to do with my oc.

*Rustle. Bang. Squeak.*

‘What was that noise....?’ The girl though to herself. It sounded like someone was hitting wood. Wait, was she asleep. She tried to wake up but her eyesight remained black. Was her eyes closed? No she could blink. The girl could also hear herself breath, feel the walls on her back . She wasn’t dreaming. Then what was stopping her from seeing? It was a good thing she no longer had a fear of the dark, their was no light to be seen at all.

Her back was against something hard, a wall mabye? It was hard and felt rough, like wood. She could feel the wall in front of her touching her chest while the sides touched her. Moving her hands up to the wall in front she pushed with as much might as she could, trying to move it. It was no use.she felt something asleep in her arms. It was an animal of some sort. Feathers? So a bird. Oh wait. It was yukino. The girls eagle owl she had raised. Guess he got caught with her.

Her hand was still resting on the wood board in front of of her, when she heard yelling from outside. It was coming from outside, muffled by the layer of thick oak.

“Crap. People are coming. Got to find a uniform while...” The voice was croaky with a accent. She couldn’t pinpoint how, but it sounded familiar.She felt slight bangs from the wood in front. Almost like someone trying to open it.

“Grrrr!!! The lid is too heavy.” The creature sounded out of breath and upset. Whining loudly. The banging continued whoever was outside was stubborn. She will give them that.

“ Time for...*heavy breath* my secret move!” A tiny bit of light was starting to expand in one of the corners. It was blinding:“Guwwaahuuh~~~~ There!”

‘F-fire?!’ She cries out in her head. For a split second she swore blue flames had appeared in front of her. Was she hallucinating? No. Her brain couldn’t be that good especially since her own name had slipped her mind.

The slab of oak had been removed from her box and she could see again. She was in some sort of room? There were coffins floating around the room much like her own. The dark blue pillars had lamps on them shining a dingy green. In the center of the room was a mirror. The black surface was surrounded by silver vines.

“Ok, ok. Gotta get... Whaaaaaaa!!!!” Ow. Her ears. “Why are you up!?” The sound awoke the bird in her arms as he went flying down the hallway. It’s fine yukino can take care of himself. She will call him back if she needs him, it’s best to let him calm down though. Looking down to the floor she saw where the voice was coming from. A grey.... raccoon? Was screaming, eyes widened with shock. Wait a second, raccoons don’t talk!

“A talking r-raccoon?!” The red-head screams, not believing what she is seeing.

The tiny animal huffed and puffed out its chest. Stomping its foot and pouting it shouted“I’m the Great Grim!” Uh-oh. She seems to have got a nerve. “Well, whatever. Hey,human! Hurry up and gimme those clothes!”Smirking he put his hand out, beckoning for her to undress. When she didn’t start to hand over the clothing, his smirk grew wider. “Otherwise.... I’ll roast ya!” He lifted up his hand- paws. Blue flames appeared again taller than before dangerously close to her face. As if to ask to eat her layers of skin and burn her. She didn’t know why but seeing those flames didn’t scare her. Mabye it was the colour or maybe it was the fact she was still quite numb. Her feet stayed in place. “Dreaming about getting roasted by a raccoon, that’s a new one!” she said while staring blankly at the culprit of the flames. “I said I’m not a freaking raccoon!” The creature started trying to attack her.

Knowing it’s probably best not to let this angry furball hit her she started running. She run down hallways with lockers, through classrooms with blackboards and all the way to some sort of library. Massive bookshelf up to the ceiling were lining the walls. Some books were even hovering about. Weird.

“Where the heck am I?” She asked nobody while running into the darkness to hide.

“Did you really think you’d get away from my nose? Dumb human!”The angry raccoon said after running through the entrance. Great. He started walking towards a table. Looking for her. The same smirk plastered on his face. “If you don’t wanna get roasted, better hand over-”*Smack* “Buwah!? Ow! What’s with this cord?!” A black cord had rapped around its waist keeping it in place.

“It’s no mere cord. It is a lash of love!”

The owner of the whip corrected. He was a tall man with yellow eyes. He was wearing a blouse, with a vest and tie. Over the top of that he had some sort of cape. He wore a black top gap with a blue ribbon tied around it. On its side was a smaller version of the mirror in the first room.

“Ah, found you at last. Are you one of the new students?” He questioned. Closing his eyes he spoke again. It seems he couldn’t see the girl because he was yet to comment on her gender and appearance. “You shouldn’t do things like that. Leaving the Gate on your own!” He crossed his arms why sighing, reopening his eyes. “Not only that, you have yet to tame your familiar which has broken a number of school rules.”

“I’m not her freakin’ familiar!” Cried grim while trying to escape.

It seems once again the gender has gone over his head. “Sure, sure. The rebellious ones always say things like that. Now just quiet down for a moment.” He places a hand over grims mouth. Telling him to shut up. “My goodness. It’s unprecedented that a student leave the Gate on their own.” *sigh* “How impatient could you be? The entrance ceremony is well underway. Let’s head to the hall of mirrors.”

“Gate?” The girl asked stepping out of the shadow. Gasps could be heard from Grim. Grim new she was a girl, of course but he didn’t take time to look at the burn scar covering the left side of her face. Not quite reaching past her eye but traveling all the way down to her back as far as he could see.

“It’s the room you woke up in with all the doors. All students who wish to attend the academy must pass through one of those doors to arrive here.” He looked up to see her. His face was shocked for a few seconds. “Normally., students wake up only after the door is opened with a special key but...”

“The fire must of blown the lid off.” She stated. Personally she hated the suspicious look he was giving her.

Unfazed by her he spoke. “So in the end the culprit appears to be this familiar.If you are gonna bring it with you you have to take responsibility and properly take care of it.” He looked up at the girl and finally seemed to of noticed their scars and gender. “....Oh my! Now isn’t the time to be long winded. The entrance ceremony will soon come to a close. Let’s get a move on.” He started walking to the entrance, expectingher to follow.

“Just a second.” The girl asked,still confused. “Who exactly are you?” She may be in a different place but she knew better than to follow strange men she had only just met.

“What’s this? Are you still dazed?” The man retorted with a questioning tone. The raccoon still tight in his grasp. “It appears the magic teleportation has left you disoriented.... well it’s fine. It happens often enough.” Turning to face her, smile on face, he continued. “I will explain to you on the way there. For I am gracious.” Feeling as if she had no choice, the red-head followed him. This seems like the only way she was gonna get answers.

He led her to a courtyard. A fountain stood in the center with paths coming of it from all sides. Patches on grass say in the corners one containing a apple tree. “This is Night Raven College. Those magicians blessed with a unique apitude for magic father here from all over the world, here at the most prestigious magical academy in Twisted Wonderland.” Magicians? What is this crazy old look talking about? Does he mean the people who sit on stage on wow you with some tricks. Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. She had never heard of a country called ‘Twisted Wonderland’ mabye she didn’t pay enough attention in geography. You would of thought she’d remember a place with a strange name like that. “And I am the principal, appointed to take care of this academy by the board of chairmen, Dire Crowley.” Wait, that surname.... THEY HAVE THE SAME ONE?! Of course someone has the same surname as you but she didn’t expect it to be this crazy old man! Good thing she doesn’t use her surname at all. The thing that bothered her is how come she is able to remember her surname and geography class but not her NAME? The headmaster didn’t seem bothered by her internal struggle and continued. “Only those magicians seen worthy by the dark mirror can attend this school. Chosen ones use the Gate and are summoned here from around the world.” He looked at the small human. “An ebony carriage carrying a gate should have gone to meet you as well.”

An ebony carriage? She doesn’t remember stepping into one but.... “I think i remember a horse with a terrifying face....” Yes, its dark, beady eyes where engraved in her memory. How they were void and empty yet beautiful at the same time. How it stared at here empty of emotions.

“The ebony carriage goes to welcome new students chosen by the Dark Mirror.They are special carriages that carry the doors to the academy.” He sounded dull like this was something she should already know. He then continued speaking. “The market decided years ago that carriages are used to welcome people on special days.” It was odd to say the least. Why a carriage? There are plenty of good buses you could of used. Carriages went out of style during the 1900’s“So your saying a carriage just brought me here? On its own?”

Grim yelled in anger but it came out muffled due to the gloves hand covering his mouth. The raccoons hands and legs flailing about, trying to escape the headmasters tight grasp.

“Come let’s go to the entrance ceremony.”

The trio travelled back to the room with the mirror as the center. It was filled with students, all different shapes and sizes. She could see a small boy with lilac hair and a tall boy with blue hair. In the corner she could see a tanned person with white hair and... are those animal ears? Wait, where they real?

“Is that all for the new dorm assignments?” A loud voice boomed. The girl looked over to see a fellow red-head yelling at some people. “Listen up new students. Here in Heartslaybul I am the rules. Break them and it’s of with your head.” Wow, bit extreme.

“....Uuugghh.The stuffy ceremony is finally over. We are going back to the dorm. Savanaclaws follow me.” A dark haired male yawned. He had animal ears poking out the top of his robes.

“To the new students, congratulations on entering this academy. Enjoy your life here to the fullest.” Who was this? “As the dormitory leader of Octovinelle I will support you to the best of my ability.” Just hearing his voice and actions made the small girl uneasy. It may sound nice to the untrained ear but she could hear the undertone of a shady schemer. She made a mental note to stay clear of that one.

“By the way, where did the dean go? He flew right out in the middle of the ceremony...” A taller figure spoke.

“Abandoning his post...” Where was this voice coming from? Perhaps the person was short?

“Did he get a stomachache or something?”

“Not at all!” The headmaster exclaimed.

The younger students jumped, startled by the sudden bang. The Leaders however ,did not flinch, it must be normal for them.

“Ah, he’s here.”

“I cannot believe you all. We were missing one new student so I went to find them.” The crow says crossing his arms and pouting. He turns and looks at her emerald eyes. “You are the only one yet to be assigned a dormitory. I shall watch over the raccoon, step in front of the Dark Mirror.”

Sounds of protest were made from Grimm still with the headmasters hand around his mouth.

Looking around the room, she noticed a massive, dark mirror. It was floating, somehow. She made her way towards it, pulling her hood down more. As her high heels clicked against the floor boards she felt all eyes on her and she hated the attention. “Wait, is that a girl?” “What is a girl doing here?” Here the whispers come. She was shocked at the fact they commented on her gender ; not her appearance. It must be the hood she was wearing. The garment that adorned her was a black and purple robe with the details being in gold. It was odd and probably made for a special occasion. She didn’t remember putting them on, she doesn’t remember stepping into the coffin- the thing which she awoke from.

Stepping in front of the supposed ‘magic’ mirror , her breath was hitched. Nervousness flooded her body ;the only thing she could do was stand and wait.

All of a sudden, when she thought nothing was gonna happen, the mirror spoke up. It’s face watching her, judging her every move.

“Child of man, burnt by flames. The shape of your soul is.....”

You could hear a pin drop it was that quiet. The atmosphere was tense and hushed.

“I do not know.”

Huh?

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 6 years

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T&L pt 14: The Battle

Warnings: violence

Word count: 4033

Part 13

Darya (Persian) - ocean: The endless ocean is a sight for sore eyes.

Arya's POV

„They...He what? Hhhe left?“ I stammered. The answer was obvious by the look on Emily's face. Kim couldn't even look at me. My mind was racing, heart pounding. I was so furious, worried, hell more like terrified, trembling almost violently. Before I knew what I was doing, my legs moved me straight out the door. Slamming the door behind me, not looking back, completely ignoring Emily begging me to come back, I ran. I have no idea where I'm going, I don't even care. He left without a goodbye. Soreness I felt this morning was replaced by agonizing pain in every nook and cranny of my body. My lungs are burning, legs already tired, my thoughts wild making it impossible to concentrate and take control. I don't know how long I've been running, a few minutes, half an hour? But I finally stopped, collapsing onto my knees and hands, unable to take a proper breath. My lungs felt like they could burst any moment now, my throat dry. Sweat rolled down my skin in thick, salty beads. My skin felt like it was burning and yet, somehow, I was still so damn cold. I could feel my heart throbbing inside my chest. Tears blind me so I wipe my face and lift my head to see where I am.

The cliffs. Of course..my stupid legs led me straight to a place that would remind me of him...Paul. Why did you do it? Why didn't you tell me? How the hell did nobody tell me it was happening today? I deserved a goodbye. You promised me you'd stop hiding these things from me. You promised! Last nights memories, still vivid were now haunting me. I could still feel his warm lips on me, his hands exploring every part of me, the look in his eyes that showed nothing but pure admiration and love for me. I could recall his soft I love you's and his fingers running through my hair as I was falling asleep...Wait...he whispered something to me 'That’s all I want. Just you and me. Always. No matter what happens, I'm with you..Forever.'

Oh God, he was saying goodbye and I didn't even notice. No, no, no. That can't be our last moment together, I'm not ready. My vision started blurring with all the tears that came rushing to my eyes, spilling over like a river ready to join the ocean that danced before me.

The ocean used to calm me, it was my escape, my safe harbor. My grandma named me Darya for the same reason. She always said that her connection to nature, ocean especially was a big reason why she stayed in Forks. She was a New York girl, never once went on any kind of nature trips. Once she did, she ended up in Forks, met my grandfather and never left. I never got to spend much time with either of them as my mother didn't want me anywhere near Forks, but that one time my grandmother brought me here I never wanted to leave either. I didn't like the lack of sun, never was a fan of cold. However, that forest in her backyard, the ocean on the reservation were drawing me to them. It was an undeniable pull. Grandmother would often tell me I can do anything I want if I concentrate hard enough, trusted myself, anchored my heart, soul and mind in nature.

„Nature will always answer your call for help“, she'd say. With tears still streaming down my face, I could do nothing but sit cross-legged on the stone ledge of the cliff and stare at the horizon in front of me.

Waves were crashing below me on the hard rocks, as my mind fills with many memories now tarnished with untold tragedies. I could feel my brain was getting foggy with all the thoughts of past, present and future swirling around me, making me unsteady with all the unanswered questions. My mind fought hard to drum up a thousand different descriptions of Paul, to remember every line, jaw clench, smile, nose twitch, eyebrow raise, eye squint, everything. Fog that had started clearing from my mind as his image became clearer seemed to surround me now. Each thought I had seemed loud and exposed, just like every movement I made in the silence trying to shake the fog that wrapped around me almost as the same as that faithful morning I met Paul. Maybe the fog was somehow in me, just as I was in it. The mist swallowed the base of the cliff, it smothered the greens of the leaves, the grass and the underbrush of the forest behind me. It leached out their color, turning everything the same stony grey as the rock. I wasn't scared, I hoped that this mist was turning into a dense fog on the battlefield as well as it would help disguise the pack and the coven from the newborn army of the undead. Maybe it could help them make it back home. Sam, Jared, Paul, Embry, Quil, Jacob, Leah, Seth...just come home.

Paul's POV

We were preparing for the battle, going over some last minute details when I felt immense anger, fear and sadness in my heart. I knew Ria finally woke up and found out we were gone. I knew I should have told her, given her a chance to say goodbye, I was going to do it, I was. Initially I was going to tell her three days ago, when we knew as well, but she wasn't sleeping and was already worried all the time, I just didn't want to add on to it by putting an official date to our possible departure. I held off until yesterday, I wanted to tell her, but then things went in a different direction. Just as my mind started to wander to last night Sam and Embry both warned me of the mind link and yelled at me to keep daydreaming for my human form.

'You know, if the vamps don't kill you, she will', Embry thought.

'I know, but I couldn't tell her. She was finally sleeping, at peace, completely safe and happy. If I said something...I just didn't want her to worry. I hoped we'd be done by now', I said through the mind link.

'Focus on finding a spot to hide, they'll be here soon', Sam barked out an order.

'There's nowhere to hide but the tree line. We'll be easily spotted since we ARE giant furballs' Embry continued using Ria's nickname for the pack causing my heart to beat faster. I hope she can forgive me.

Out of nowhere, a bone-chilling mist clung to every surface around us as it quickly thickened into a dense fog. I blinked a few times, surprised by the sudden onset of the grey surrounding us. It reminded me of the freaky fog that morning I met my butterfly.

'This fog covers us better then any tree. Thank you Mother Nature' Jared pipped in clearly happy with the way things were going.

I looked to the clearing, Cullens were taking their places which meant we were about to have company. Time to rip off some heads.

I see the whole newborn army blitz out of the woods and into the field with frenzy in their red eyes, running as their rabid thirst takes over following the scent of Bella's blood. But the scent trail ends here which confused them and as they looked around suddenly something bolts from the trees with lightning speed and tackles a newborn as the other newborns spin to find a lethal-looking Jasper in a crouch beside his victim's body. Gotta admit, that was pretty good..for a vampire.

They rush Jasper but he doesn't hesitate – Bam! Bam! Bam! Three of them go down, tackled by Esme, Rosalie, Carlisle, Emmett and Alice. Sam orders us to go in. Jared and I follow Sam as we lung out of our foggy cover tearing a newborn to pieces. Just as we jumped in, the fog is completely lifted. What the hell?! I see others diving into the fray, now all of us smashing them one by one brutally. The big muscled idiot sprints full-bore into the fight, relishing the battle. We work as a pack, coordinated, deadly as Jasper controls the field – strategy and speed vs strength. The blonde one, Rosalie fights with icy calm. Alice with her ability. Esme and Carlisle fight side by side. The newborns are brutal and strong as hell. I found out the hard way when one kicked me into my ribs causing me to fly back hitting a tree. It only angered me more. I have to return to Arya, I can't leave her alone. I shake my head and run back into the battle grabbing a newborn by it's shoulder ripping it off with one clean bite. Turning I see Jacob charging into the clearing, tackling a newborn, going for it's neck. Sam and Jacob charge a newborn – each wolf grabs an arm in the mouth and rips him apart. I turn and find myself surrounded by three newborns, ahh GREAT! Suddenly the big muscled idiot...No..Emmett comes to my aid. I sent him a look, sort of a battlefield rapprochement.

From Seth's thoughts I could hear Victoria was with them, and she wasn't alone. Damn it! We shouldn't have sent him alone! But I can't think about that as another newborn launches itself on me trying to wrap it's arms around me. I manage to shake him off, while Jared finishes him off for me. Embry was finishing off the one on my left with Leah so I was in the clear for now. I concentrated to see how Seth was doing, just in case if the pup needed help but thankfully he was already finishing the leech off all by himself. It gave me a sense of pride, our puppy was finally killing his first vamp.

As I look around I see the battle was over. All over the field there were scattered body parts, Cullens were already pilling them up and setting a fire to make sure everyone was truly dead. Edward, Bella and Seth soon join us on the clearing. I see that the Cullens also took a young vampire with them making me snarl but Sam stops me. Jacob comes into the clearing after chasing a vamp in the woods and starts walking toward Bella, images of her kissing him before the battle start popping in...disgusting. He kissed a leech lover, ugh. But suddenly we hear a vicious snarl coming from behind him in the woods, and he spins to see Leah cornering one last male newborn who was hiding. Leah charges as Edward yells

„Leah, don't!“

The male newborn maneuvers out of her way, spins and grabs her ruff, fiercely yanking her off her paws but Jacob leaps on the vamp tackling him, they roll into the clearing where Jacob bites a piece of his face off. But the leech gets his arms around Jacob and crushes him, hurting not only Jacob, but in a way all of us as we could sense his pain. He howls in agony as Bella runs to him. We jump at the bloodsucker, detach it from Jake and finish him off. Jacob unwillingly shifts into his human form and we soon follow not wanting to feel his agony and pain any longer. He's naked, grotesquely twisted and broken, barely able to breathe. Carlisle quickly examines him as he writhes in pain; Edward steadies him, gripping his hand.

Getting dressed as fast as we could, we race back to our brother.

Leah yells, worry and pride laced in her voice:“Jacob, you idiot. I had it.“

If you had it why didn't you handle it right away....I kept my mouth shut even tho' i was seconds away from shifting again. Think of Ria, her chubby cheeks, her warm eyes, the way her gentle hands runs circles on my back to soothe me.

Sam steps in and warns her:“Leah!“

Carlisle continues his examination:“I need to set the bones before his accelerated healing kicks in. It's already starting.“

Oh, this is going to be bad. If Jacob heals, they'll have to break his bones again.

„We need to get him out of here. We're not gonna win a fight with the Volturi.“ Edward exclaims as Sam states: „We'll take him back to Billy's.“

„I'll be there as soon as I can.“ Carlisle assures us as Bella mumbles something to Jacob.

Each of us stand around Jacob, slowly lifting him as he cries out in pain. We move fast trying to keep him as steady as possible to minimize the pain he must be feeling. Finally coming to his house, leaving the woods I see Billy on the porch waiting for his son to return. Rachel wasn't there, she probably went back to Seattle like she always planned. I never asked Jacob, it didn't occur to me at all. I felt guilty because I knew she really liked me, I mean I liked her too, but I was never serious about us. I made that clear to her from the beginning.

Setting Jacob on his bed I walked outside, giving a curt nod to Billy and leaned back on the side of the house. I wanted to go to Arya, more then anything, but I had to be here. If Sam and Jared weren't leaving, I couldn't either. We were all outside listening to Jacob's painful cries and grunts, Embry and Quil were with him trying to keep him calm. Soon Carlisle arrived and as we all feared he had to break all the bones AGAIN as they were healing in the wrong way. Screams of agony came from the house making me flinch with each one. If only she was here it might make all of this a little more bearable. Out of the corner of my eye I see Emily and Kim arrive..wait..where is Arya?! They were reuniting with Sam and Jared but I was losing it.

I jumped up and ran to them:“Emily, where is Arya?!“

She looked at me, her lip quivering. Why was she holding back tears?

„Emily, where is SHE? Is she okay?“ I repeat.

Emily looks at Sam, then me and finally speaks up:“When she found out you all left for the battle, she left. Just walked outside and ran into the woods. She didn't return.“

I felt a sinking feeling of despair settle in my heart. The voices around me were muffled, it almost felt like the world was spinning, and I just wanted to sit down. My words and my actions divergent, they pull in opposite directions as if my brain's the narrator and body a navigator and they have entirely different ideas about the world. I talk the talk of the valiant protector, yet when push comes to shove I'm useless.

„She ran into the woods and didn't return“, I repeat with my body shaking. „IT'S ALMOST NIGHT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE DIDN'T RETURN?“ I was losing control and fast, but I had to keep it together long enough to find out where she is. What direction did she run in? Something, anything.

„That's enough Paul“, Sam cuts me off. „If she was hurt you'd know. If she's not back in an hour, we'll all go look for her“, he finishes, but I could hear the underlining alpha voice he used on me. My whole being was screaming to go and find her but I couldn't move. He definitely used his alpha voice.

The fear caused my thoughts to loop around in my mind until there was no room for anything else. Dread owns me, pushing against me like an invisible gale. Dread has my stomach locked up tight, nothing getting in or out, my jaw clenched, teeth locked tight together. The wall clock ticks like the timer on a bomb. I can't stop it, reverse it or slow it down. Each tick drags me forward, helpless and nervous to the allotted time. I can no more avoid it than the beating of my own heart as it pounds with futility against it's cage of bone and cartilage. The dread is an invisible demon sitting heavy on my shoulders and only I can hear the sharpening of it's knives. I sweat and the tremor in my hands begins. My brain is numb and my stomach nauseous. All I can do is wait. My train of thought is broken by the sound of Bella's old truck.

She hurriedly climbs out and as she reaches the porch a loud yell of excruciating pain emanates from inside the house; Jacob. Bella flinches, almost like she's feeling the pain herself like we all do. I see Billy is trying to keep it together. Emily, next to him, puts an arm around his shoulders.

Quil is the first one to speak up:“It's been going on for a while.“

Embry continues:“Doc's re-breaking his bones.“

Leah paces in front of the house, visibly upset, but too proud to admit she would have been in the same situation, if not dead if Jake didn't step in.

Leah starts rambling:“Why'd he have to butt in? I could've taken that tick...“ Which caused me to speak for the first time since my conversation with Sam:“Oh, give it a rest, Leah.“ I say, my voice weak and cracking as my worry and anxiety levels are at an all time high. As the door opens, Sam and Carlisle exit, we all spin toward the front doors waiting to hear the news. Carlisle let us know that the worst is over and that he'll be alright. Billy exhales heavily, tears threatening to spill as Sam puts a hand on his shoulder. Emily wraps an arm around Sam's waist to comfort him, Jared wraps his arms around Kim...Where are you Ria?

I release a shaky breath. Carlisle lets us know he gave Jake some morphine but with our temperature he will definitely need a bigger dose so he promises to return soon with a drip. Carlisle turns to Bella:“He's asking for you.“ We all look at her. A combination of pleading – “don't hurt him” – and threatening – “if you hurt him” – as she walks inside, probably to break his heart for the hundredth time. I turn to Sam:„Now can we please go find her.“ He nods and I run to the trees almost immediately the pack following close behind.

„Find who, what's going on?“ I hear Embry ask.

„Ria ran out this morning straight to the woods and never came back.“ Sam replies moments before he shifts. The rest doing the same.

'Why would she do that?' Jared questions through the mind link.

'Because Paul was an ass and didn't tell her about the battle. Didn't even say goodbye.' Embry fills him in making me snap in his direction.

'I'll start at the house and follow her scent from there' I say already running in that direction.

Sam sighs and starts barking out orders. He sent Leah and Seth west to the border, but I doubt she'd go that far...at least not by choice. Embry and Quil went north and Sam took Jared east. I didn't get any specific orders, I just followed her scent which really did lead south, the only direction no one was sent in. I ran as fast as my paws would allow me. The scary fact is I didn't feel anything on her side, no emotion, nothing. I knew she was alive, because if she wasn't I'd be in agony as well. Well, more then I am right now. But why couldn't I sense her emotions right now?

The thought prompted me to run faster, the voices coming from the mind link were quiet and jumbled, I didn't pay attention. I ran till I got to the cliffs. Just as I was about to question my sense of smell I realized my nose wasn't wrong. She was there, lying on the ground. She wore a green sweater and black jeans with her combat boots. Her eyes were open, watching the sky above, stars already out shinning bright. I felt she was cold, really cold...how long did she lay there? She's freezing! I shifted quickly grabbing the denim shorts hidden beneath a rock just a few feet away and hurried back.

„Ria?“ I called. She didn't respond. „Ria“, I repeat a little louder, reaching for her, worried if she was okay. Her eyes shifted from the sky and focused on me for the first time.

„Paul?“ She asked her voice cracking.

I nod and sit beside her slowly wrapping my arms around her trying to warm her up.

She didn't say anything, just hugged me back, resting her head on my chest, warm tears running down her face.

She backs up to properly look at me, putting her hands on my face turning it slightly right, then left, trying to see if I was hurt in any way.

„I'm okay, we all are. Jake got hurt saving Leah, but he'll be fine.“ I say before she even asks. Pulling her closer I nuzzle my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply just to feel her beautiful scent again. But her usual smell was mixed with something else beside the rocks and trees and the ocean that surrounded us. It was blood.

„Ria, I smell blood. Are you okay? Where are you hurt?! I ask, slightly panicking, giving her a once over.

„I'm fine you silly wolf, it was just a nose bleed.“ She replies giving me a beautiful smile that lit up my whole world.

„You're not angry anymore? I thought you'd kill me when I came back.“ I ask.

„Oh, thanks for reminding me. I'm angry all right!“ She said getting up pointing her finger at me.

„Why the hell would you do that to me? I deserved better than to wake up alone after our first night together! I deserved to say goodbye to you, to wish you good luck, to kiss you once more! But you robbed me of that! What if you didn't come back? Do you have any idea how I'd feel?! I'd choose death over that faith! No doubt in my mind! You made me a promise Paul Lahote and you broke it. And if you ever do that again I won't be so forgiving next time. Do we have an understanding?!“

She finishes, her face slightly red from all the yelling, eyes narrowed slightly, her finger still pointing at me. I grab her finger softly and pull her closer kissing it lightly before I got up as well.

„I'm sorry I broke my promise. I just didn't want to worry you more then you already were. You were soundly asleep for the first time in weeks and I didn't want to be selfish and wake you up only to give you bad news. It won't happen again. Now please let me carry you back, you're freezing.“

I took her in my arms bridal style, and walked back to the house. On the walk back she fell asleep almost instantly as she warmed up. I walked inside, the boys were already there. They must have known I found her through the link. As they saw us, the room went quiet.

„She's fine, just sleeping. I'll take her upstairs to bed.“ I whisper and see them all relax.

Setting her on the bed I pull off her boots knowing she hates to sleep in her shoes. Putting a blanket over her body I kiss her softly on the forehead.

„Goodnight my beautiful butterfly. I'll come back later if Sam lets me. I love you“ I whisper and go downstairs slowly to eat something and exchange our stories of today's events.

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chrishansler · 5 years

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24604

This is my last night in this house. It is empty. It is quiet. And it has the same peace, the same sense of “home” it always has. We’ve lived in this house for 24 ½ years. Nine months after moving our young family back here from California, nine months into a new church plant, we bought this brand new home in “Orchard Park” at 24604 57th Ave. E. in Graham. Lisa and I were 30. Bobby was 5, Johnathan was 3 and Annie was 2. It was exciting. The paint was fresh, the front lawn was new and the yard was big! We had no plants, no trees, no back or side yards, no fence – just a nice patch of grass in the front of the house and a vision for what could be.

The yard was full of rocks like all of Graham soil, so we paid our kids 1 cent per rock if they picked them out of the back yard and piled them in the back. 😊 We didn’t have any money so I build a dirt sifter and I raked and sifted rocks out. Raking and sifting, raking and sifting. I was occasionally able to buy a truck load of sandy loam soil to spread in the back yard, and our friend and new church board member, Duane Nelson worked for Emerald Turf farms. So sometimes at the end of the work day he would take a pallet of sod that they were throwing out and bring it to me. So I would plant some seed, lay some sod and do what we had to do to create a back yard we would love. For a long time it wasn’t pretty. It was like a patchwork quilt of every shade of green and brown throughout the back yard. And we still didn’t have any trees. But that would soon change.

Mom and Dad were selling their house on Golden Given so I took their young Northern Spy apple tree. They had some wild evergreen starts growing in their back woods, so I took some 3’ Douglas fir, a couple of Cedar tree sprouts and a little pine tree. Working for Northwest Building services I had the opportunity to take a couple of beautiful Sunset Red maple trees out of a strip mall that was renovating and getting rid of them. It took a flatbed and six guys to move those trees. One went in the front yard, and one in the back corner on top of an area that had been raised by all the rocks we raked and moved. I took one of Debi’s rhododendrons that Mom Hansler had planted when she lived in that house. Eventually our yard began to take shape with vine maples from mom & dad’s new property, as well as a dark red ornamental hazelnut tree and a beautiful mountain ash that mom gave me. We built our cedar fence and we planted pear, apple, peach, cherry, and Asian pear trees.

I built a play house with an attached swing set for the kids. The neighbor boy Torsten peed in that play house. That will forever be his legacy in our minds. I put a little pond in the raised area in the back with little goldfish and koi. We had a little garden on the side of the house. It was the perfect yard for wiffle ball. We would have neighborhood home-run derbies with awards. We played volleyball, badminton and I hit plastic golf balls back there. One time Annie had a party and we played kickball with her friends but one of her big high school friends ran me over at home plate. We had so many great times around the fire out there, looking at the stars, roasting marshmallows, watching movies projected on the back of the house, and even having a live backyard barbecue concert by Rod Nash one time back there!

We had church gatherings in our home. In the early days of our church we had a “small group” at our house with 17 adults and 24 kids. It was nuts, but it was so beautiful and fun. We’d have friends over and play games into the late hours of the night. Our kids played hard – sometimes too hard, sliding down the stairs in sleeping bags and leaving dents in the front door that I can still see as a glance over there – happy little memory dents.

We had the perfect yard for dogs – large and fully fenced. But it wasn’t enough for Dottie, our first Springer Spaniel. She was fast, she could jump high, and she was naughty. She would jump the 4’ fence like it was nothing and she wasn’t always nice to the neighbors so I had to build her a dog house to try to contain her. It didn’t. She got out and had a one-night stand with a stray neighbor dog, horrifying all of the neighborhood children who witnessed it. Dottie went to live with a nice elderly couple who would let her live inside their house. So we got Jill. Jill was a good dog, but mom and dad needed a dog so Jill became dad’s dog. Jack was the first black lab I ever owned. He was also the first big dog I ever let live inside the house. Jack was a big, lumbering, always-panting friend to everyone. He was truly the “best dog of all the dogs.” He loved the back yard. And now, no dog has ever loved our yard like JJ loves our yard – chasing squirrels, driving out crows and catching frisbees. It is his domain.

But it wasn’t only dogs at this home. We had Misty – the beautiful, albeit sometimes cranky, cat. Skitty – a stray neighborhood cat that we sort of adopted. Furball was a great little gray cat. But he liked to be inside and outside. He always got excited when we came home, until that fateful day when I didn’t seem him as I pulled in the garage with all of the kids in the suburban. It was terrible to lose him. We buried him near Misty in the back yard. That loss resulted in getting two half-brothers, Shadow and Fuzzball – loving, independent cats. Fuzzball is sitting next to me on one side and JJ on the other on this last night in the house. We have also had fish in the pond, and those fish attracted raccoons, a big grey heron and a bald eagle! And I have loved watching the countless chickadees, finches, pine-siskins, sparrows and swallows. John always had swallow babies in the birdhouse mounted next to his bedroom window.

And on Christmas our house stole the neighborhood show. The streaming lights down from the star, the driveway lights, the post lights, the light-post Christmas tree, the snowman, the outdoor music and the nativity from Pastor Gene. Sometimes God would even give us a little snow to make it really pop.

The kids grew up here. The house was literally their classroom for many years. They each had their own space and they made it their own. John with his video games, K’nex and candy; Bob with his music, maps and reading; and Annie with her entrepreneurial spirit – with ever changing wall colors, clothing designs and even selling candy out of her room to the boys for a profit one time. So much laughter rang through these walls.

When we bought the house Lisa and I thought it was significant that we were right in the center – perhaps to make a little difference in the neighbor’s lives around us. Lisa quickly made a best friend in Pam Davis, and our kids played together. We remember Blain & Cindy, Luke and the twins; Gary & Kim across the street, Jim & Sharon and Kelly & Iris. Kelly still lives here too, and I said goodbye to him today. I married Steve & Brenda in their home. We tried to show love to Jeff & crazy Wendy behind us – even paying for and building a fence for them with some church friends. I used to walk the neighborhood and pray with Len Phillips. Adam & Nikke, Chloe, Lila, Amelia and now Josiah have been such great neighbors – taking care of our animals when we’re gone; sharing sugar, eggs, flour; letting each other in countless times when we locked ourselves out, and always shouting “hi” from wherever they were. We’re really going to miss them. Maybe we made a little difference here. I hope so.

I’ve prayed every day in this house. I’ve prayed for Lisa and each of our kids. I’ve drafted vision here for new adventures that have become reality. I’ve wept over heartache, disappointment and loss. I’ve sat by the pond and just listened so many times. I’ll miss walking my dog to Centennial, talking to God, listening to scripture as I go.

This year has been really, really tough. When dad died I came home and walked through these trees that grew in his yard originally, and they reminded me of his deep roots, his love for outdoors and beauty, and his quiet strength. Mom needs help – she needs to be with family. And this week, as we were preparing for our move, Bonnie died of cancer. Then, within the hour of Bonnie’s passing, Lisa received biopsy results confirming breast cancer. We haven’t really been able to savor these last days here because we are trying to survive some pretty devastating news. But we will miss it here. It has always been a place I couldn’t wait to get to. I’m so grateful for that.

Tomorrow we will begin new dreams in a new place. There will be new trees to plant, new fruit to harvest, new friends and new places to walk, run and ride our bikes to. Maybe this will be a place where our kids-in-law come and grandkids. That place will ring with love and laughter to. We will share life with mom there for a while. I will walk with Lisa as she beats cancer in a new neighborhood. She says that in that community it “always feels like a vacation.” That is my hope – that it will be a refuge for us, for our kids and family and for our friends.

Now I’m 55, Lisa is 54, Bobby is 29, John is 28 and Annie is 26. The house I sit in tonight is older, the carpets are worn, but the yard is mature and beautiful – full of life and growth. I hope the new owner loves it and enjoys it as much as I have. I hope they mow straight lines in the lawn and put up Christmas lights. I hope they sense the peace here. Thank you God for our home.

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ootsreboot · 7 years

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The Fourth Apprentice- Chapter 2

Dovepaw watched Ivypaw from the shade of a large bush. It was too hot to be out, but Cindertail wanted to assess Ivypaw’s hunting skills without a mentor present. Of course this meant Ivypaw had to drag her out too. But she couldn’t do any hunting- oh no, she had to sit and watch Ivypaw. Watch her fail over and over, that is.

Ivypaw slunk low to the ground. The squirrel she was stalking was huge, a great grey-brown beast nibbling on a nut, totally unaware of the cat close behind it.

Then her paw dragged too loudly on the grass and the squirrel bolted. Ivypaw yowled in frusturation and careened towards it, but it was already clinging onto a tree. Annoyed, she bounced to Dovepaw’s side. “I think it’s making fun of me.” The squirrel was chittering merrily, just out of the two cats’ reach.

“Seems like it,” Dovepaw yawned. Then she purred, looking more alert. “You wanna know what it gets for making fun of you?” Ivypaw twitched her ears.

“Destruction…” Dovepaw’s eyes narrowed playfully.

“The squirrel should be scared. It must be stupid if it doesn’t know better than to mess with the terrifying Dovepaw Squirrelkiller!” They joked back and forth until Ivypaw sat back on her haunches.

“You know… we could probably get it. If we cornered it somewhere.”

“I think we should forget about it. I’ll just catch something and say it’s yours,” Dovepaw offered.

“Nah, I want to do something right for Cindertail for once,” Ivypaw’s angular face looked determined. Dovepaw flicked her tail in resignation. “If you want.”

“Okay, so you go on that side, while I’ll sneak up onto a higher branch above the squirrel. Drive it towards me, and I’ll kill it,” Ivypaw mewed. “When you’re ready, meow really loudly.”

“Sounds good enough,” Dovepaw mewed. Ivypaw nodded, her tail-tip twitching in excitement, and padded around to the back of the tree. The squirrel watched her go and twittered nervously.

Dovepaw leaped upwards, clinging onto the bark, but not high enough for the squirrel to move. When she heard Ivypaw clamber into position, she led out a loud meow, and started inching her way up slowly. The squirrel fled into the branches. Dovepaw couldn’t see or hear anything yet, so she stayed where she was.

Then a loud caterwaul rang out and the squirrel was fleeing downwards, past Dovepaw and onto the forest floor. Ivypaw’s head shoved through the branches. “Go get it! Mouse dung!”

Dovepaw hopped off and took off after the squirrel. It was limping, and tried to hide its scent in a clump of mint, but Dovepaw found it quickly. It was just as easy to kill.

“You caught it that fast?” Ivypaw looked on in dismay. “I couldn’t scent it anywhere.” She bent down and gave the squirrel a sniff. “Mint. You smelled it even though it was hiding in mint.”

Dovepaw stuck her tongue out. “It’s talent. Pure talent.” She waited for Ivypaw to banter back, but her sister was quiet.

“We’d better get back.” Ivypaw’s mew was soft.

“If you’re disappointed that you didn’t catch it, I can always say you were the one who did. I’d do that for you, if you wanted. And you can make Cindertail proud of you,” Dovepaw mewed, tilting her head.

“No, it was your kill. I don’t want to pretend. That’s worse than not catching it myself,” Ivypaw sighed.

“If it was me I’d pretend it was my kill. But like, your choice,” Dovepaw mewed. “We wouldn’t have gotten it if you hadn’t injured it,” she added more sympathetically.

“I should have gotten it in the first place when you drove it towards me.” Dovepaw opened her mouth to retort, but Ivypaw had already picked the squirrel up and was heading towards camp.

She caught up to Ivypaw. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you did help a lot.” Ivypaw ignored her and quickened her pace. Dovepaw sighed. I’m not going to get anywhere with her right now.

When they returned to the camp, it was nearly dark, with only the barest hints of stars gleaming against the purple sky. When they set down their prey on the fresh kill pile, she had offered to share a mouse with Ivypaw, but she had snapped that she didn’t deserve food and disappeared into the apprentices den. Now Dovepaw was nibbling at her mouse, not really hungry but bored.

“Ivypaw hiding in her den?” Dovepaw turned to the voice at her shoulder. It was Bumblepaw, a heavyset tom who was being mentored by Mousewhisker.

Since the quarter moon when Dovepaw and Ivypaw had become apprentices, Dovepaw had noticed that him and his siblings weren’t too keen on talking to the two newest apprentices. Mostly it’s Blossompaw, though. She’s meaner than a fox to me and Ivypaw.

Bumblepaw wasn’t so bad, though. He didn’t seem to have anything against them, although he and Dovepaw hadn’t spoken much. “Yeah,” she answered. “She’s upset because she didn’t catch anything. Again.”

“Well, I know how she feels. Compared to Blossompaw and Briarpaw, I’m a dud.” He settled down next to Dovepaw. “At least I can sit on them during battle training.”

“That’s true,” Dovepaw giggled.

“They never see me coming. By the way, can I have some of that mouse?” Dovepaw pushed it towards him. Bumblepaw bent down, gulping the mouse up.

“Somebody’s hungry.”

“It’s how I’m able to crush Blossompaw and Briarpaw. I can’t risk losing my one skill,” Bumblepaw said in mock seriousness.

“You wouldn’t be able to crush a beetle, Bumblepaw. You’d try and end up taking a nap.” A small black head poked her way out of the elder’s den, followed by a larger, paler tortoiseshell form. Briarpaw and Blossompaw!

“Hanging out with this scrap of a mouse, Bumblepaw?” Briarpaw mewed, shooting an amused glance at Dovepaw. Dovepaw’s ears flattened in annoyance.

“Well, I was just teaching her the best way to defeat you in battle, Briarpaw,” Bumblepaw meowed.

Briarpaw’s whiskers twitched. “And how’s that?”

“Sit on you!” Bumblepaw lunged forward and tackled his sister. The two tussled, kicking up sprays of dust. Dovepaw coughed.

“Stupid furballs, they’ll choke us all,” Blossompaw mewed. A delicate cat, she gazed at Dovepaw with round, pumpkin-moon eyes. It made Dovepaw nervous. Maybe because I was hanging out with Bumblepaw, she’ll be nicer today.

“Uh… yeah, total furballs. I have dust all over me now.” Dovepaw mewed awkwardly. Blossompaw just narrowed her eyes at her and started grooming her fur. Dovepaw’s pelt prickled.

“Good fight, but I won through my excellent tactics!” Bumblepaw marched back up, his gray tabby fur covered in dust. Briarpaw was close behind, and she nipped at his tail as it waved behind him. Blossompaw sighed.

“Sitting on someone isn’t exactly clan leader tactics, Bumblepaw,” Blossompaw pointed out. Bumblepaw swiped at her, and she hopped aside with a squeak. “Don’t attack me for telling the truth!”

“Lighten up, Blossompaw,” he meowed cheerfully. Blossompaw rolled her eyes and started grooming herself again.

“All cats who can catch their own prey join us beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!” Firestar caterwauled as he pushed his way outside his den. What’s going on? The four cats watched the leader with rapt interest.

Briarpaw’s eyes sparked. “We’re becoming warriors,” she breathed.

“Mouse-brain, tomorrow’s the gathering,” Blossompaw flicked Briarpaw’s ear with her tail.

“Ooh, looks like somebody does need to lighten up,” Briarpaw giggled. Blossompaw just huffed.

“You want to come sit with us?” Bumblepaw meowed. Dovepaw hesitated. “I mean, if Blossompaw doesn’t mind me being near you guys…”

“The best thing you can learn in your apprenticeship is know how to ignore Blossompaw. She’s always acting like she’s got a stick up her behind, even to me and Briarpaw. And her and Hazeltail are always bickering,” Bumblepaw mewed.

“Great then,” Dovepaw meowed, though she still shot a nervous glance at Blossompaw as they took their spots next to the two she-cats.

Even Ivypaw had come out from the apprentice’s den, looking less sulky and more cheerful. Dovepaw beckoned with her tail for Ivypaw to come sit with her.

“Them?” she mouthed as she sat down.

“Yeah, Bumblepaw said it was okay,” Dovepaw mewed, her tail-tip quivering proudly.

“That’s so cool,” Ivypaw breathed. “You’re not gonna start hanging out with them all the time though, are you?”

“What? Of course not! You’re my best friend!” Dovepaw exclaimed. Then Lionclaw, who was sitting in front of her, whipped his head around and hissed. “Be quiet!”

“Sor-ry,” Dovepaw muttered.

“As all of you should know, tomorrow is the gathering and we need to pick cats to represent our clan,” Brackenfur, the clan deputy, called out from next to Firestar.

“And tonight, we have two new warriors who we’ll be announcing. Rosecloud and Toadfoot will be attending the gathering with us!” The clan yet out yowls and cheers, with Daisy, the two’s mother, being especially loud. The newest warriors exchanged delighted glances.

“As well as that, we’ll be taking our two newest apprentices, Dovepaw and Ivypaw.” Dovepaw felt a thrill shoot through her as the clan called their names. Ivypaw looked nervous but lifted her head proudly. The gathering! We’ll get to see every cat!

“Good job, you two.” Dovepaw looked over. Birchpelt was looking proudly at them. Her heart swelled.

“Thanks,” she mewed, and Ivypaw echoed her.

“Besides those cats, we’ll be taking Bumblepaw, Briarpaw, Dustpelt, Sorreltail, Lionclaw, Thornpelt, Mousewhisker, Squirrelstorm, Whitewing, Mousefur, and Longtail,” Brackenfur mewed, hardly pausing for a breath.

“May StarClan light your path, everybody. Be ready tomorrow, at sunset we’ll be heading out,” he finished, and stepped back from the edge of the Highrock.

Dovepaw turned to the other apprentices, trying to gauge their reaction. I don’t want to seem too eager...

Bumblepaw looked massively pleased, while Blossompaw was pacing in a circle, her fur on end. “I don’t know why I wasn’t chosen and you two were,” she hissed, her eyes narrowing with anger.

“Maybe it’s because you failed your assesment yesterday,” growled Hazeltail, her mentor, looking equally displeased. She hasn’t been chosen to go to the Gathering either.

“So? I was picking ticks all afternoon!”

“And you’ll be picking off Purdy’s ticks the rest of tonight,” Hazeltail hissed, almost daring Blossompaw to disagree. Blossompaw looked like she was about to say something, then changed her mind. “Fine.”

Sighing, Blossompaw nudged Briarpaw. “Say hello to Furzepaw for me, will you? I told her I’d see her at the next Gathering, but obviously I’m not coming now.”

“Fine, as long as you stop snapping at me for talking to Rushpaw,” Briarpaw replied with a twinkle in her eye.

“That’s different! We’re supposed to be enemies with RiverClan!” Blossompaw batted at Briarpaw, but Briarpaw ducked and scampered away.

Next to her, Ivypaw yawned. “We need some sleep if we’re gonna be awake for the Gathering tomorrow.”

“Probably,” Dovepaw broke off into a yawn, mirroring her sister. Her eyes started to feel heavy and she began to droop on her paws.. Ivypaw nosed her back into her nest.

The two curled up next to eachother, and Dovepaw was glad to finally get some rest amid the hectic day.

#warrior cats #warriors #omen of the stars #dovepaw #ivypaw #blossompaw #bumblepaw #briarpaw #chapter 2 #the fourth apprentice #i spent like a week writing this shit for a couple hours every day and i STILL dont like it #sorry for the delay!

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canadian-buckbeaver · 7 years

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Beaver and the Jaguar

@lina-lines - finished the request in time for your birthday! Hope you enjoy!

Lines slowly blinked awake, surprised to see the sun. "Oh... I guess my alarm didn't go off... opps." she thought to herself, the disappointment of missing school unsurprisingly absent. As she stretched, that's when she realized that she was no longer in her familiar room or snuggled in her bed. Sitting up with a start she realized to her alarm that she was outside, in a fotested area. Her 'bed' had been replaced with long, thankfully soft grass. Sniffing she realized she could smell wildflowers and ripe berries in the distance.

Why was her sense of smell so strong? Looking down at herself she gave a loud gasp. Her human body, soft skin and hair, had been replaced by rippling muscles and white fur. Bounding over to a nearby stream she peered in. Her back was covered with grey spots, her mouth filled with sharp fangs and her eyes had turned a strange yellow-brown. "I'm a... I'm a snow jaguar?" She questioned, twisting her shorter neck one way and another, her fluffy ears twitching, catching the smallest sound. The birds singing in the trees. The spring gurgling and the fish jumping....

Someone stepping behind her.

Whirling around in a snarl, she threatened her would-be foe. Only to come face to face with a beaver, wearing a white t-shirt with a red leaf on it. The beaver blinked at her. "Whoa. Calm down kitty cat." It said. "I mean you no harm."

Lines immediately stilled. "You can talk?!" She sputtered.

The beaver nodded. "As can you." It said before settling down beside her on the stream and staring in. Line noticed, to her amusement, a broad tail twitching as if in thought. "Well... dam." The beaver said leaning back, touching their furry face as if in deep thought.

"Let me guess," Lines said, "you're supposed to be human too."

The beaver looked surprised for a moment before nodding. "Yep. Went to bed last night as a human, woke up like this." They touched their large front teeth thoughtfully. "Well so much for the braces..."

Lines sighed. "How do we turn back to normal?" She asked, hoping that they would at least have an idea on how.

Beaver shook their head. "Your guess is as good as mine, furball."

Lines snorted. "Original. Call me Lines."

The beaver seemed to smile, but with the teeth it was hard to tell. "Nice to meet you Lines, call me Buck."

"As if Buck is any better than furball..." Lines muttered. "Well, shall we explore? See if we can meet up with anyone else with the same problem?" She asked.

Buck nodded, getting to her hind feet and walking as she normally did as human. Much to Lines’ distaste, she found that she was unable to do the same. She was forced to remain on all fours. "Sure. Maybe we can stop off along the way and get a bite to eat? I am starving... and strangely in the mood for a Christmas tree..."

Padding along behind her, Lines chuckled. "I'm in the mood for a steak myself..." she trailed off, perking her ears forward and listening for the sounds of rodents or small creatures, any potential food.

"Oooh steak..." Buck thoughtfully trailed out. "Not as good as bacon but close." Lines chuckled, easily falling into conversation about their favourite foods as humans, becoming fast and easy friends.

* * * * *

"Hey look! A clearing!" Buck suddenly bounded out to the edge of a clearing and looked out. "Whoa...."

Lines came over quickly too and looked it over. It looked to be a small town. Houses spread out here and there, odd animal civilians walking around, and a giant Christmas tree in the center of it all.

"You can judge me for this," Buck hesitantly started, "but you know what this reminds me of?"

"The town of Snowdin?" Lines asked.

Buck smirked. "Undertale fan?" She asked.

Lines nodded. "Undertale fan." She confirmed.

"Who was your favourite character?"

"Well... it wasn't Undertale per say..." Lines began, a little awkwardly.

Buck looked over. "All AU's included." A knowing grin on that beaver face. "Oh Underfell Papyrus. Hands down." She answered. "You?"

Buck smirked. "Underswap Papyrus. Wouldn't it be funny if we saw them..?" Almost as soon as the words were out her mouth, there they were, with their respective Sans. The tall, lanky skeletons seemed to pretended not to notice one another but the Sans nodded at each other.

Lines and Buck watched the exchange. "Alright so Snowdin confirmed... seems like they hate each other just as much as the fanfics describe too." Lines muttered.

Buck slowly nodded, a mischievous glint forming in her eyes. She turned to her new friend. "Want to have some fun?" She asked.

Curious, Lines looked over at the beaver. "What sort of fun are we talking about?" She asked.

* * * * *

Buck crept into the Swaps' house, trying hard not to make a noise. She could hear Swap!Sans, or Berry as she referred to him as, humming in the kitchen, and the sizzle of something cooking. Stretch, or Swap!Papyrus, was sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep, an empty bottle of honey held loosely in his hands. His orange pullover draped over him like a make-shift blanket. Working quickly, Buck grabbed the blanket hanging on the other couch and, cursing her even smaller height, made it over to the sleeping giant.

Eyeing him for any changes in breathing, she snatched the hoodie from over him and draped the warm blanket over him instead. His snort caused her to freeze but he only readjusted himself on the couch, snuggling in deeper to the cushions.

With a small sigh of relief she tied the sweater around her like a cape, and quickly made her way to the window in which she came. Not caring for the moment about the footsteps she left in the snow.

* * * * *

"Have some fun, she said." Muttered Lines. "It'll be easy, she said." She spat as she peeked through a darkened window.

"Maybe if I stole something off a lazybones who always slept, maybe I would think the same way!"

Fell was cooking what appeared to be lasagna on the stove. There sounded to be water boiling, tomato sauce sizzling and sound of noodles hitting the water. He looked to need an extra pair of hands as he stirred on pot, then another, and attempted to fit the contraption together.

As she watched he gave a great sigh as he dodged another splash of the sauce, and he reached for his beloved scarf. As she watched he carefully removed it from his vertebrae and hung it on a nearby chair.

Here was her chance.

Jumping through the open window (the smoke had to escape somehow), she landed softly onto the counter, quietly padded over to the chair and snatched it with her jaws. Spinning around, she made her way back the same way.

Escaping, she was surprised herself at how Edge didn't notice or hear her. Deciding that she must just be that good, she made her way back into the forest. Back to Buck.

* * * * *

"Papyrus!" Stretch woke to the sounds of his energetic brother. Slowly opening his sockets, he focused on the blue armoured skeleton. "Hey bro. 'Sup?" He asked.

Sans stamped his foot. "You know what's up, brother. You promised to help me cook today!"

Stretch chuckled. "Lettuce not dwell upon the past, bro. I was having a pretty good sleep."

Sans opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. "Was... was that a pun?" He asked.

Stretch continued. "I admit it was one of my cheese-ier ones for sure but gotta love the classics..."

Clutching his skull and spinning on his heel, Sans stalked away from him.

"Unbelievable." He said.

"Aww come on bro. Don't you want to taco about it?" He snickered, sitting up, the blanket falling off of him. That made him pause. His memory wasn't the best, sleep-deprived and honey did not make for a clear skull, but he was sure that he hadn't fallen asleep with a blanket over him, but his hoodie.

Speaking of...

"Sans have you seen my hoodie?"

Sans peeked out of the kitchen, the puns already forgotten. "No, I was actually going to ask, before you distracted me, if you finally decided to wash the smelly thing."

Stretch paused. "So you didn't cover me with the blanket either?"

"You know that I'm trying to get you at night and discourage you from sleeping during the day."

"So then what...?" Happening to glance outside he noticed the footprints leading to and away from the window. In addition to the escaping steps there was a dragging print, something that was carried that was far too large for the creature carrying it. Ripping open the closest door, he followed the tracks into the forest.

* * * * *

"SANS! You'd better not be sleeping again!" Fell snapped, approaching his older brother on the couch.

"So what if I am Boss?" the other Sans snapped, his sockets slowly opening. "Can't let sleeping bones lie?"

"You know exactly how I feel about your lazyass attitude, sleeping the day away." Fell snapped.

Red shook his head. "Perhaps if you took a goddamn fucking chill pill you could appreciate my sort of lifestyle."

Fell glared back at him. "I definitely will not. I, the Great and Terrible Papyrus, have too many important things to do with my time, to waste my time, sleeping it away. But now that you're awake, how about you tell me where you put my fucking scarf?"

"I haven't touched your rag. Perhaps you need to keep better track of your things."

"Sans, you little shit, I know I put it on the chair while I was cooking. Do you really expect me to believe that it wasn't you?" Fell spat, placing his hands on his jutting hip bones.

Sans sat up and glared at him. "What would I seriously want with your scarf, Boss? Can you answer that? I gave the damn thing to you."

"Then where the hell is it? Did a ninja assassin sneak in and steal it? I've heard more believable stories from your mouth than that." A shrill timer sounded, calling Fell's attention back to his masterpiece.

"I swear to whatever counts as a god these days Sans I'll-" after lifting the lasagna out of the oven he happened to catch sight of the tracks outside his window. "Son of a bitch." He muttered. Throwing open the back door, he summoned his long bone. "SANS! LOCK THE DAMN DOOR. I DON'T NEED TO COME HOME AND SEE YOUR DUSTPILE."

With that he was gone.

* * * * *

Buck and Lines were hidden deep in the forest, eyeing their treasures.

"I can't believe they're real..." Lines said, staring at the tattered red scarf.

"Unbelievable isn't it?" Said Buck, wrapping the torso of the sweater around her. "Makes you wonder what else is out there."

"Perhaps two humans who know each other by our names but have never met face to face?" Asked Lines.

Buck and Lines stared at each other for a moment before laughing. "Now, now don't be ridiculous." Buck said, wiping a tear from her eye.

Lines was about to respond when her ears pricked and she began to scent the air.

"Already?" Whispered Buck. Lines nodded.

They both got to their feet, Buck too picking up the sound of footsteps approaching.

Suddenly Lines bolted, zigzagging through the trees, below low branches and around a boulder - avoiding the wall of red, jagged bones.

Buck, wasn't as lucky. By the time she had went to move, her soul had been summoned from her body and dragged backwards, pulling her with it. Caught in a bony grip, she looked up to see lazy eye sockets. "I believe that is my sweater, little one." Stretch said.

Lines had Fell going for some time. Ducking around the trees, jumping across a stream and weaving her way deeper into the woods. Fell continued to summon his bones, causing her to change direction frequently, but she continued to drive ahead. Going deeper into the forest.

Fell however knew the forest better than Lines and soon had her cornered against a wall. He growled, his long bone still summoned. "How dare you..." he started to say as he advanced upon her.

Well this wasn't as planned. Thinking quickly, she spat the scarf out at her feet. "So cool." She said.

Fell stopped. "I... what?" He asked.

Lines giggled, letting her inner fangirl take over. "You are way more awesome in person, or then I even imagined. I... I don't know how it's possible but even more powerful too." She continued. 'Act like Berry', she told herself, 'allow yourself to be starstruck.'

Fell looked like he had been smacked with a fish. "Are you baiting me, cat?" He asked.

Blinking wildly, she shook her head. "Of course not! I know better than to bait the Great and Terrible Papyrus. That's... that's suicide. No way I could possibly match up."

Smirking, Fell struck his signature pose. "But of course. The Terrible Papyrus is far stronger than any mere cat..." he gently dropped his hand and rubbed the top of her head, directly behind her ears.

Lines couldn't help herself. She began to purr, and purr loudly.

Edge was startled for a second, but then sighed and released the magic holding his bone sword together. Coming forward, he carefully pried his scarf from under her paws. He groaned seeing the wet fabric. It would need to be washed and sanitized before he wore it again.

"Fell!" A bright, cheery voice exclaimed. Looking up Lines saw Berry, even more adorable in person, holding something brown and orange. Buck. Still dressed in Stretch's hoodie.

He stopped beside Fell and stared down at Lines, his starry pupils becoming larger and more pronounced. "Ooooh. So cute! Does your cat talk too?" He asked.

"What do you mean, 'talk too'?" Fell asked. "You mean your giant rat speaks?" Buck huffed at him. "First of all assface, it's beaver, or aquatic rodent if you really must. Secondly yes. Yes I speak."

Fell stepped back, "How dare you speak-"

"To the Great and Terrible Papyrus with such formalities?" Asked Buck. "Sorry Bonehead, better get used to it..."

Berry and Fell paused. "Did... did you just...?" Berry asked dropping Buck into her tail, Fell already groaning as if in pain.

A short bark of laughter had Stretch and Red appearing behind them. "And you thought I wanted to keep her just because of the strange talking talent?" Asked Stretch, shaking his head.

Fell was about to say something else but Red interrupted him. "Buck already explained everything," he said to Lines, "we're here to get you two back to normal."

Stretch nodded. "I placed a called to my Undyne, and Red called Alphys. Together they'll have you human again in a jiffy. So we'll head down to the lab and see what they come up with."

Buck jumped onto Lines' back. "Race you bonebrains down the hill!" Lines smirked, exposing her sharp fangs, before leaping forward ahead of the startled skeletons, the beaver clinging to her back, the orange pullover bellowing behind them like a cape.

Somehow she guessed that their adventure was just beg

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