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yconic · 4 years

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Guess who was bored and decided to make a Stonytasha pirate AU sjsj

Alright so!! What I had in mind: Th name of infamous pirate captain Tony Stark , stretched across all land for being the skilled and more than ruthless bandit that Steve Rogers, son of a navy/military general, finds himself to be too infatuated with.

Like, proper and posh Steve, with just a whisk of innocence and fragility falling for charming and flirty sea bandit that is Tony , who stops mid battle with his dad's crew to kiss his cheek while evading getting hurt?? Cuteness, I have no self control sksksk

When Black Sabbath ambushes the town of Brooks, Joseph Rogers is crimson to the hairline at being caught so unprepared. Due to celebrating his son's birthday the day prior.

Half his force stood ditzy on their feet, still so drowned into the debauchery they failed to realize the pirate ship they were supposed to guard was floating carelessly at the docks has been there for two hours.

In their surprise, Tony and his crew aren't spreading chaos or destruction. They carry the calmness of a silent storm, not thunder but raindrops as they collect what they can carry. From bare necessities such as food to a random jewelry that caught their eye.

Steve knows retaliation wouldn't result in a victory. At least 10 men against one aren't odds that favour him. Not only is he outnumbered, but he is also undertrained. Despite being a soldier in name, his father had been adamant about actually introducing him to the practice. Steve is tore between being grateful or regretful about his incliation to arts now.

They're not hurting anyone. That's what confuses him.

He would love to paint the Captain, however. Even a quick sketch would have sufficed, even if it wouldn't do justice to the undeniable beauty in front of him. Tony was a rarity he couldn't pry his eyes off of. Hair dark and soft looking curling at the nape of his neck, Skin kissed by sun, complimenting the gold beam smile that's too enchanting for it's own good.

The pools of brown lock with him for a moment, but it was enough to make his legs buckle slightly. Those were the Deadeyes, he told himself, that put fright in monsters and men alike. Except the cruelty, coldness, and blankness from the tales he's heard was missing. Tony was alive, and he was laughing.

The smile grew bigger as he advanced in his direction, dropping the sack of goods he's been carrying not even a moment ago. Steve made the effort of keeping his eyes past the pirate's shoulder instead of the sight of his bare chest, provided by the low cut red blouse.

Steve felt his face burning, which only seemed to amuse the Captain further if the chuckle sending shivers down his spine was any clue worth following.

"You're Rogers blood, " Tony commented easily, tone full of glee. Even if he was taller between them, Steve never felt so small. His form turned to wood when calloused fingers rested on his jawline, touch gentle.

Almost too loving for what they probably done. Steve wanted to melt into it. "Pretty fella, aren't you, sweetling?"

Steve's dry throat was, at once, workable again. "And you, the pirate sacking my town, " he responded, voice silkier than he intended. The darkness of Tony's eyes intensified with just a shade, but it was enough to make him swallow a whine. "You'd have better luck in Quinz. From what I hear they've been recently restocked. Why us?"

A rich laugh boomed from Tony. "Darling, " he started, grin crooked and voice dripping in honey. "You don't KNOW what a sacking done by me looks like." Steve was positive he never wanted to find out.

Silence washed over them for a moment before the pirate spoke again.

"We're just taking what we need, not want. We're housing a few extra guests and we regrettably ran out of food, which is terribly embarrassing for me. I've been told I hold the title of the best host over all 50 seas. My people shouldn't expect less than the best, as I'm sure you understand."

"If you wish, we can also provide you with an appron, " Steve said, waiting for the thin ice to crack. Tony's lips quirked upwards and somehow the nobleborn knew he won't sink just yet. The blonde's hand extended in invitation. "I'm not certain what the manner pirates use to introduce themselves, but here we shake hands. I am Steve Rogers."

"It may shock you, but some of us swap spit. I suppose however, since we're on your land I'll comply to your rules, " a wink and a tongue leaking with sarcasm, accompanied with a firm handshake enough to make Steve's skin raise upwards. "You know who I am."

Steve nodded. "Deadeyes. Parents and eldery tell the children about you."

"Jesus, " Tony swore. "I'm not sure if I should be proud of by my everlasting popularity or offended that so many consider me an ancient ghost ship. Why parents think I'm an appropriate subject for discussion escapes me."

"They do it so the children won't grow up like you."

"Grow up? Oh no darling I'm afraid I only grew old, " Tony chuckled, eyes dancing on the blonde's body, making Steve feel warm. "But only in certain fields."

"You could have tried to buy something if you were in need. Like all people do."

"I would love to, but not only are my pockets in great mourning, I must say your system makes it very difficult for people like me to make ends meet."

"The criminals?"

"The poors."

Before either men could say more, a fire was shot in the open. Tony reacted in a blink move, pushing the blonde to the ground with a shocking force. He heard someone shout Tony's name, but the ringing in his sensitive ears dafted all sound trying to stab in.

"Stay down until the fire dims, then find shelter!" The pirate's order came in form of a yell, but to Steve's ears it was more of a soft instruction. He could spot familiar boots with the glittering royal emblem shining blindly through the dust blinding his vision

The force is chasing the crew, more drunk than awake, shooting at whatever they can aim. The blonde's heart slammed against his ribcage, adrenaline and fear for his people coursing through his blood at an alarming speed as the men flooded the market place.

Steve was quick on his feet, body becoming it's own host as he helped the two men, -- whom by the looks of it were apart of Tony's crew, -- lead the people to the town's church where they would be safest. The tail of his eye spied a flash of red darting above them on the roofs, but before he had the chance of getting a better look, he was knocked aside by the crowd.

The gates were locked shut.

Steve resigned behind the closest beer barrels, placing his hand on the pistol harness tucked safetly on his hip, ignoring the slight tremble of his digits. He leaned over to peek through the tangle of soldiers and bandits huddled up together like fight dogs in a ring, at the violent scenery Tony painted with a mindnumbing grace.

The footing was almost too hard to follow with the bare eyes. The pirate seemed to barely touch the ground, blade cutting through the air with a force that temporality privated Steve from air. He was accustomed to battle, twin swords in each hand seeming at home and comfortable.

He trapped the wrist of one soldier between the edges of his weapon, head moving just in time before the bullet shot could crave his skull. The military man received a kick in the gut, sending him straight to the floor.

Tony was swift on his toes, predicting the sloppy moves of his adversaries and dodging them with ease, smirk sharp and lethal as the men around him hit the ground like rain. By gun shot, he realized, put to the ground by a shower of lead. His eyes hunted every direction in hope of finding the gunslinger but with no such luck.

The soldiers groaned from their spot on the ground, each holding onto their bleeding legs. Most of the damage was done to either their hands or inferior limbs area. The coin dropped. Whoever it was, their objective was not to dig graves, but a weeksworth of bed rest, if that. The symphony of battle got quieter and quieter for Steve, who failed to register Tony making his way to him.

"Love, we have to stop meeting like this, for the sake of your heart. " He thought he heard. Steve couldn't make out the words properly, sentences becoming incoherent .

Everything became white noise and unclear, blurry dark silhouettes. The nerves in his body all numbed, lost of feeling until a rough hand curled around the nape of his neck. The firm but tender touch provided him some much-needed grounding.

His senses awakened again, his being coming back slowly. His mind was sober enough to hear the pleasant graveness of Tony's voice whispering sweetly against his ear as he raised him from the soil that tainted the fine cloth.

"It's over now, " he soothed as a child does a spooked animal, thumb rubbing circles into the sweat coated skin. Tony did not hesitate to brush his lips across. "Please, sweetling, return to me, will you? You were brave, doing exactly as I told you. I have you. You're safe now."

"I was a coward, " he retorted, mouth bitter and eyes burning. "I HID from battle, from the danger, while my people were attacked. What kind of soldier does that?"

"So what? Better a dead hero than a living man?" Tony asked sternly. "Your people are safe, are they not? You lead them to the church, Steve. You protected them, and--" the cock of a pistol made them both pause.

A tiny gasp slipped past Steve's lisp as the soldier who they both missed sneaked behind them, firearm aimed at Tony's back. The smaller man planted between him and the attacker, not letting him be exposed to danger.

"You don't want to do this. Trust me." Tony warned mildly. "I am trying to give you a way out, you'd be smart to take it." The soldier was stilled, and the gun wasn't lowered. His finger caressed the trigger.

"I see, " strangely, he could hear a hint of smile in Tony's voice. "So. Is this the end of me?"

Steve's eyes were clamped tight, fingers clenched around the thin material of Tony's dress shirt as the bang of fire lingered in the air. After a passing minute, he felt something fast and hot shredding the oxygen right beside his left ear.

When the black faded away, Steve was not expecting to see Tony still standing, and the soldier shot down clutching at his injured soldier. The shot hasn't came from him, but from behind him. Whipping around, Steve paused in mild shock. A small woman, not tall enough to reach his shoulder without raising on her tips, had her slandered arm extended and wileding a pistol.

Her looks was deceivingly innocent, features soft yet sculpted pleasantly resting in a mask of winter were captivating. Her hair was red and her most eye catching asset, warm auburn and planted in a bun, reminding Steve of autum leaves painted in rusty undertoned he loved to collect when the season was of middle.

Fierce green eyes melted as they landed on Tony, the stone in them cracked. A glimpse of adoration washed over them, clearly exposing the nature of their connection. Steve felt his heart clench.

For some reason, her voice decreased some of the burn his chest scorched with. "Not today, Captain."

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staywhelmed86 · 7 years

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I'm trying to write a story. But I need to test my writing style and the story its self. I'm worried that it's not good enough. So please read and let me know. Just message me. I'm sure that I got that working. Camp Contra Naturam Monday July 14th 2016. "Hello, I am Detective Morgause" she began as a plastic cup was placed before me. I didn't visibly relax. My mind, however, calmed. Detective Morgause is a well known and well respected member of the supernatural community. Being one of the few Mythicals to work in the human police force; she deals with cases like mine. My hands were shaking and my eyes glossed over with the unshed tears I held back. I couldn't cry. I had to remain strong. The horror of the week that had past would be shared and then, then I could cry. I was there alone. My family were on their way to me. But for a time, I was the only Canin there. The Detective placed a comforting hand over mine. "It's alright, just take your time" she consoled. "What..." I cleared my throat. "What do you need to know?" I asked my voice strained and raw. She removed her hand from mine; leaning back slightly and pushing the cup of water towards me. "Everything" She replied. "From the bus ride there to when we showed up." clarifying she took her mug off of the table, drinking down the contents. I sipped the water. Slowly. It tasted strange. I glanced up at the Detective in question. She smiled a warm smile that reached her eyes. "Something to calm you" she stated. "To make you more comfortable when talking." She continued, answering my unasked question. "It is given to all Mythicals, it helps them keep a neutral mind when recalling events. You may give more detail then necessary at times but that is the only side effect." She said, her voice calm and steady. "So people, powers?" I asked. The detective nodded in reply. She is a witch. I should have expected something like this. Monday July 7th 2016. Being forced against your will to go to a camp for two weeks and suffer the retched experience of 'togetherness', is not the way I wished to spend the start of my summer. But there I was. Sat in a stale school bus. Traveling for Five hours to the back ass of nowhere, and being left there to suffer for what would probably seem like forever. Don't get me wrong, the Graydaste districtis nice and all, it's just so far away. Why my mother believed it to be good for me to go? I'm not sure. Well that's a lie. She, like the rest of my adoptive family, is a werewolf. Now I am not speciesist. However I am half Forest Nymph and we are not that sociable. I may also be half were-fox but outside of their pack they are not very sociable either. I am a recluse. I have been my whole life. I like to draw, dance and listen to music. Privately. In my bedroom. In my house. Not in the middle of nowhere. I was not alone on the bus. There were around fifteen mythicals with me and still plenty of room. Yet there was still a pixie in human form leering at me with her bright green irises. "May I help you?" I asked her, looking up from my sketch book. She bounces on the balls of her feet. "Can I sit with you? I don't like sitting alone" She replied hope prominent in her eyes. I move my satchel to the floor in a confirming gesture. Smiling, she sat down. Also placing her bag on the floor. Pushing her hand toward me she greeted me properly. "Hello I'm Sam Viloria a Pixie of the Litmast district." She declared cheerfully. Litmast is a rather nice place to live. I heard that it was a good neighbourhood, that it still is. I took her offered hand. "Imogen Canin, half Forest Nymph of the Raytas district." I stated blandly, with my lacking social skills. "Half?" She, Sam questioned with a worried tone. "Are you half Siren?" "No" I replied with slight anguish. It's half Water Nymphs who tend to be half Siren. She visibly relaxed, she opened her mouth again to continue the conversation path, a path that I did not want to go down. I turned, my expression displaying my feelings clearly. She closed her mouth with an audible click of her teeth. She exhaled through her nose deeply and peered over my shoulder. With a bearly even there 'wow' she began again. Obviously not feeling the aura of 'please leave me alone'. "That's amazing, where did you learn to draw like that?" She asked in some form of what I guessed was awe. I sighed through my nose as I knew my answer would sprout more questions. "I am self taught." I replied. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam's eyes go wide. But before she could say a thing I placed my hand to her lips. She seemed offended until I explained. "What is the most common thing you know about Forest Nymphs?" I questioned. Confusion washed over Sam's features as she pondered her answer. "Emm, lack of sociability?" Realisation washed over her face once the words left her mouth. "Just tell me about you" I offered. "Try to keep the questions to a minimum though" I added light heartedly. She smiled. Sam is very interesting; she is very sporty and has won many awards for her school in track, woman's Lacrosse and swimming. It makes sense. She has long tan limbs and mousy brown hair that bounces when she laughs, with bright blue eyes that defer from her more prominent Hispanic roots. She is very distracting. She talked for the last hour of the journey and only asked a few questions of me. When the bus stopped Sam made a move to get up but I gripped her arm pulling her back. Although confused, she sat back down raising an eyebrow at me until a boy tripped knocking someone over, this causing a domino effect; knocking several other people over. Luke Kyle. He is an Ahuizolt. An aquatic canine monster; with black rubbery scales and a unnerving extra hand on the end of his tale, it is no surprise his human form is so, unsettling. Although it is probably more his eyes, the glowing reptilian eyes that change colour depending on his mood. The rest of him is that of an average human. A tall; lanky blonde one. But human none the less. He is very clumsy and struggles on land. He is a friend but he does not travel well so sat at the back where a cool breeze swirled. I gestured for Sam to get up and we made a move to leave when Luke called out my name. I rolled my eyes fondly and prepared my self for the oncoming storm of the awkwardness that is Luke. I turned on my heal and watched as Luke clambered over the few people remaining on the floor. Once he reached me he attempted a suave position. Unfortunately he slipped and on instinct I reached out and caught him. He stood back up clearing his throat and smiling with down cast eyes. His pale cheeks dusted red. "Thank you m'lady." Luke gushed as he stood. "And how are we today?" He inquired. I rolled my eyes and gripped his arm, A little more forcefully than I should have and dragged him from the bus. Also pushing Sam as I walked. Once outside Sam and Luke both realised the reason for my actions as the other teens exited the bus. "I'm fine" I responded. Luke turned and smiled. That stopped as soon as I flicked the side of his head. A breathy 'what' escaped his lips. But I fixed him with a look I save for misbehaving siblings. "I told you to wait for everyone else to get off the bus" I scolded quietly. He bowed his head and crossed his arms over his chest. A quiet sorry was all I received. I sighed at his antics. It would surprise me how much he resembles a child; but I have known him for too long. Sam chuckled beside me capturing Luke's attention. He moved to shake her hand and she accepted. Once aquatinted we gathered our luggage and moved to the meeting area. There we would get our cabin numbers and meet our peers. Luke offered me an arm as we approached a set of mossy stairs. I declined by removing the moss and trotting down them alone. He shot down them quickly after me. Not noticing I had stopped and turned; so ran into me. Knocking me over with an 'oof'. With an avalanche of apologies, Luke pulled me back up and patted me down. A barely even there smile appeared on my face as I silently chuckled. Luke looked at me with his now blue eyes that showed his sadness and worry. My smile grew and I laughed. I placed my hand on his shoulder to let him know I was okay. But for the second time that day I received a look of awe. Until he smiled back. I was shook out of my train of thought by Sam shouting my name. I turned and she beckoned me over. Luke and I stood awkwardly before the group of people. There was seven people with Sam. I was bombarded with a cocktail of scents. Sam introduced everyone individually. Curtis Shan of the Mishire district. He is a Royal Dragon. The only difference that causes between that of a normal dragon is that he has a half form, which consists of wings and red reptilian eyes. He has rather pallid skin with a mess of deep brown hair and eyes that are a dark blue whilst in human form. Megan Cali was next she is also from the Mishire district. She is half Gorgon and half human. This was definitely good as that meant she could only solidify people for twenty-four hours. Her midnight black hair frames her bloodless face and trails down her shoulders. She wares a pair of black rimmed enchanted glasses that stop her powers from affecting those around her. In human form there are no snakes present in Meg's hair. But when they do appear, they are a deep black with glowing red eyes. The tallest of the group is Sebastian Rouge, standing at 6ft4, he is quite frightening when he smells blood. The amusing thing though, he is such a calm and sweet character. Very different to Vampires I have known in the past. He is a pale man, with dark brown hair and freckles that litter is face and body. Sebastian's eyes are a fluorescent hazel due to his blood line. No pun intended. He had joined the camp all the way from the Tenmarth district. That's a whole 10 hours away. Olivia Harrison is Sebastian's girlfriend. Also from the Tenmarth district, she had traveled far. Olivia is a Phoenix/Witch hybrid. Causing her to be able to manipulate fire. She has medium tone black skin and long blond hair in cornrows. Her eyes are a reddish/orange that seem to glow. She has quite a bold personality, the polar opposite of Sebastian. The last female of the group is Laura Stone. She is the oldest of five siblings. When with them she is able to become one head of a hydra. Her siblings are Dylon, Katlyn, Natalie, and Michael. They all have a strong black complexion with deep brown hair and eyes. She has her hair pulled back in a ponytail more often than not. One that reaches to her shoulder blades. She had come from the Mishire district with Curtis and Megan. Richard Levisun is a well known part of the supernatural community. Well, his surname is. The Levisun's are the Kytemane district, Phantom Jaguars. They can become Black Jaguars and in their half forms they have large black wings, retractable claws, black cat ears and a tail but with a human face and body. When in half form and full jaguar form his eyes glow an electric blue. A short and straight black undercut hairstyle and steel blue/grey eyes, compliment his oriental features. Richard is not a name he likes and has told the group to call him Levi, as that was his grandfather's nickname. He is quite chatty for lack of better words. Although his face tends to stay impassive or angry. There was a rumour that an accident, when he was a child, caused him to lose the ability to have a happy expression. I would have believed it if he had not have laughed at me. Being a Forest Nymph in a situation like this apparently amused him. He is also shorter than I would have expected. Only being 5ft6, he only reaches to my shoulder. Jason Shirogane, the last of the group is the significant other of Levi. He is slightly taller than me and has a toned stature. He is a HellHound. All that really means is that he becomes a flaming dog, though he would not appreciate that description. He would argue he was at least a large wolf. Due to his fire related powers his eyes glow a deep orange. His hair also matches as it is a rusted auburn in colour. Although he has red hair, his skin tone is a light olive, rather than the usual pale shade that is associated with the hair colour. He also hails from Kytemane. Sam told me that she had been introduced to Sebastian, Meg, Curtis, Laura and Levi through the different sporting events that she took part in. They stayed in contact; not long after Sebastian introduced Olivia and Levi did the same with Jason. We all went to the meeting area together. Talking as we walked. There was not as many people as I had expected. The mass of teenage hormones gathered into a medium sized crowd. We wandered over too, so we could be addressed by the camp councillors. There was around one hundred of us. All suffering together. Although I do not think many shared that view. Whilst waiting for the adults, I took a look around and spotted some familiar faces. The Cord brothers for example. Hunter and Peter. Gold medalists in floor (Peter) and the horizontal bars (Hunter). That was in the human games though. They did still get bronze in the supernatural games, so they are still good, even if they did 'cheat'. Being 'pure blood' Werewolves gives you an advantage. It gives them the ability to shift into full forms and half forms. The other type of Werewolves only have a full form an are unable to just have the claws and glowing eyes. Pure blood is an ancient term but I am not with the times. Not being Pure blood just means that in the past, their was feud in the family and they divided making pack, and the original lycanthropy curse weaker. Removing certain aspects of their powers. The brothers are of Norwegian decent which gives them the light blond hair and blue eyes. There was another three faces I recognised in the crowd. They belonged to people I hoped would not be here to worsen the experience. Well one of them is okay when not with the other two but she is always with them. They are from my school. They probably had one of their drivers bring them instead of taking the bus like the rest of us. They 'hail' from Jenmirth. My school is just on the border of Raytas and Jenmirth. I wish it wasn't, but it is. Chista Zhong, named after her late grandmother, is a vicious creature. She is a Kitsune/Empusae (pronounced: em-pu-say) hybrid. This gives her the power of water control being a lake Kitsune. Also when her magic necklace is off her true form comes forward. She gains bat wings, claws, horns and large fangs. But whilst the necklace is on she looks a lot like Malese Jow the actress. She eats the skin of the humans that the Qandisa women drive insane. Chista's second in command is Ebony Hopkins. Ebony is a Qandisa and catches Chista's prey for her. With the black hair and skin she does have the classic beauty of a female devil and that is all she is. Her eyes are a deep hazel and if stared at for too long Mythicals get a small bout of insanity. The last of the trio is Fiona Spiteri. She has money and her true form is that of a vicious, human organ eating snake. The creature is know as the Basilisk. Her human form is flawless. Olive skin with dark blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes. This probably makes her meals easier to get. She can also kill with just a look of her reptilian eyes which would be more frightening if it worked on Mythicals. Fiona is not even that horrible she just fell in with the wrong crowd. When I saw them I unconsciously growled. My Were-fox breaking the surface for a moment. This attracted some unwanted attention from the people around me. They said nothing, but I knew I would be asked about it at length later that evening. The adults finally got them selves in order and the head councillor stood before a microphone. Stood around him were the other councillors. Peter and Lesley Beverley. An odd couple of a wolf and a witch. But love concours all, even pack. Ethan Gray father of Raymond Gray a fellow camper, is a Water Demon and his son a Night Demon like his mother though no were near as powerful. I hoped. Dominic Lee is a Demogorgan and sticks close to Ray as he is what is referred to as a pet species. Something I am strongly against and have been involved in many protests. The head cleared his throat. He stood tall and thin with a modern hair cut that was a deep brown in the lighting he stood in. He looked out of place in his light button down and black suit pants. "Hello Teens." He began. Oh boy. Then a snort echoed through the speakers. "Ha, sorry I just needed to see the looks I would get. Or scowls." He continued, a light jovial tone in his voice. "I'm not gonna say much, just have fun, there's a rota that goes with your cabin number read it, do it, then chill." "Thats all I gotta say really, if you need us there is a few enchanted maps that tell you where each staff member is. So good luck and your organised fun starts tomorrow" he ended with a double thumbs up and that was it. He just walked off and left. Mrs Beverley told us what to do and where to go. After around ten maybe fifteen minutes we were all in our cabins. Some how I ended up with Sam, Meg, Laura, Olivia and some water imp called Petal Armlet. I was confused at first but enjoyed my luck. Until I was informed that Olivia had switched me with some other girl they did not know nor wish to. Which I was fine with. I also found that they switched up the boys placement so Luke was with Sebastian, Curtis, Levi, Jason and a phantom called Lewis Donna. Petal was quite fair in complexion. It complimented her light blond hair and chocolate irises well. Lewis has a tanned almond skin tone. With him being a phantom, I automatically assumed him to be extremely pale. But no. He also has onyx hair and blue/green eyes. Once unpacked we all went out and sat by the lake with Lewis and Petal. That was Sam's idea. Not a hugely popular one but she has always been like that according to Levi. We got to know them a little and talked for a while casually until Sam asked about the growl. They all wanted to know why it happened and where it came from. I explained that I had seen some girls from my school and how bad they were and the influence they had over Fiona. Luke agreed with what i said, telling them that he used to know Fiona before she met Chista. Saying how kind she was and against her nature. But Jason picked up that i had avoided the second question and asked it again. "So where did it come from? 'Cause I am pretty sure Forest Nymphs tend not to be able to do that." He questioned with raised eyebrows and a slight knowing and sarcastic tone in his voice. I sighed I do not like people knowing about my Were-fox side. Most of the time it drives people away. They become nervous, as if I may harm them. I fidgeted slightly under their gazes. "I'm half Were-fox" I said at a quiet level in hopes they would not hear and not ask again. But most of them have enhanced hearing and heard me loud and clear. Jason move to speak and inhaled but then shut his mouth again and lent back pondering what I had said more. Levi was the first to speak after the long pause. "Doesn't that make you a magiske ræv?" He asked cautiously as if he may offend me. I nodded. Being a magiske ræv (maj-is-kay rev) is different to being half Were-fox and half Forest Nymph. They combine, as Forest Nymphs have magic. A magiske ræv is of Danish descent. But is not well known to humans unlike 'Greek monsters and gods'. I know what powers I have and how to control them but explaining them is hard. I have the ability to accelerate plant growth, I have increased speed and stamina, among other unexplored abilities. Luke helped with the explanation as we, I had made it over complicated. Luke has seen what I can do. Our families have known each other for five years, since Luke and I were twelve. We spent the rest of the day doing stupid things. Or I watched as they did stupid things and drew the different flora and fauna around me. Sam and Megan started what they called a braiding chain. I was at the front with Sam behind me and Megan behind her. I didn't mind, it was unusual at first. My sisters have never really been the 'pretty and cute' feminine type. They like to get their hands dirty. They are twins both older than me with our brothers younger. We would just feed the boys craving for adventure. Laura and Olivia sat next to our little chain talking to us. They told me more about themselves and about their families. Laura told me about her siblings. She is from a family of twelve. Twelve! She has four younger siblings she mentioned earlier and five older ones. Two younger brothers and two younger sisters. Also three older brothers and two older sisters. Ten children. There is an 18 year age gap between each of the two groups but still. Two sets of quintuplets. It blew my mind. On top of that because she is the oldest of the younger group she can breath fire in half form. She showed me her half form. Pale green scales forming 'gloves and mask'. It also formed rather disconcerting thick talons. She reminded me of a Royal fire dragon in its half form. She said she hadn't mastered her full half shift yet, her and her siblings had no problem forming a Hydra though. Olivia, on top of her fire manipulation and what I had assumed was a small amount of magic. Was this mass of power. She can cast up to forty spells and that will increase as she ages. Learning this was also rather unnerving for my overly protective Fox. I asked what her shifted form looked like, she explained that only a pure bred Phoenix could shift, the witch inside her stopped her from becoming a beautiful bird. She doesn't mind, she likes herself how she is. I like that about her. Petal was also sat with us, but she was just observing my drawing for the most part. I looked at her with warm but questioning eyes. She blushed and looked away. "Sorry. It's just so intriguing." She said with as nervous smile. I smiled back. "It's fine you can..." I cleared my throat "watch" it felt awkward but strangely like pack. I looked back down at my sketch pad and continued. Sam perked up and asked Petal about herself. She is from the Fantite district, not very far from here. We are currently in the Graydaste district which is known for its large woodland areas. Petal is an only child but has many cousins that she lives close to. She said this is the first time she had ever met other species. She had only ever come in contact with other types of imps. Imps are unusual creatures they can become living organisms within their environment. For example, Petal's breed tends to live in marsh lands and swamps. This means she can become the flora and fauna around her (e.g. Frogs, certain types of trees etc). The boys sat apart from us. But I still eavesdropped. Luke asked Lewis about himself. I found that he lived less than fifteen minutes away from the camp. He also told the boys about his family of five. He lives with his Mother, Father, older brother and his mothers mother whom he called Gran. He continued describing his medium sized home that his great grandfather had built. Lewis also displayed his abilities by phasing his hand into the ground. This prompted the boys to start shifting, showing their true forms. Curtis displayed his half form before the others. Parading around with his shirt off. Posing for an imaginary camera before the huff of laughter came from the group of boys. "Well if you think you look better. Go ahead." Curtis challenged. Levi stood and removed his shirt. Jason wolf whistled at him. Causing a small blush to creep up his face. He shifted in to his half form blue eyes glowing in shadow of the canopy above. His claws had a blue sheen to them some thing I had not expected. Jason stood and walked around Levi stopping behind him. Jason's strong arms encircled his waist. Jason then scented Levi's neck. Burying his face into him. Levi smiled and rolled his eyes half heartedly. They walked, still connected, back to where they were sat. Luke got up next. "Just a small warning I have been told that my other form can be quite disturbing." He explained with his hands raised slightly. He stood back also removing his shirt and dropping his pants. The girls all jeered and he blushed. He turned away and steadied himself. Slightly hunched his skin pulled close to his bones, clearly displaying the movement underneath. There was subtle cracking as he shifted and scales consumed his skin. After a few minutes he stood back up and turned back around. His green eyes now more luminous than before. His tail appeared from around his back and the large taloned hand scuffed the dirt beneath it. After a moment of shock I began clapping. The sight of his shifted form never fails to surprise me. The others began to clap as well. He then shifted back to his human self and bowed. "Thank you, thank you I'm here all week." He laughed. The claps died down as he put his pants back on. He sat back down closer to the girls then he was before the other boys moved over too. We began talking as a group. We did that until dinner was called. We joined the end of the line that was leading into the mess hall. Random chatter surrounded me as we moved towards the food. I was in front of everyone else in the group. I wished I was not a few moments later. Chista and her 'group' pushed in front of me like they do at school, knowing I will not retaliate. I sighed and turned to apologise to my friends. I was shocked to see them with scowls. Levi made a move to correct the girls but I stopped him. When he asked why I told him I was used to it and I would rather him not start an argument. He pulled me to the back of the group to talk. "Why do you let them step all over you like that?" He asked. Everyone had turned to look at me. I shrugged. "Why do you care?" I asked back. They looked at me with confusion. "You live with a pack of Werewolves. Pack mentality." Jason stated, confused. I knew that, I just dodge any question I do not wish to answer. I sighed, something I had been doing a lot the past few hours, I looked down to the floor and watched as the grass extended around my feet. Feeling my negative emotion. "I can not always control my fox, when I get angry..." I stopped, curling into myself. Holding back tears at the memory of my first and last time I let my fox go. It was only a few minutes with out control until my shift was completed. Black ears atop my head of light ginger hair. Black claws where my nails had once been. Sharp teeth where molars should have been, and several of my pack members badly injured. I never let go again. Luke wrapped his long arms around me. He had been there that night. Our families had a blackout party on our shared land. I had not even been that angry but the moon was full and it still affects me. I embraced him back and the group moved closer to show their support. Luke explained that I struggled with my shift and I avoid conflict for that reason. I continued to immerse myself into Luke's scent. The others place their hands on me. Even Lewis and Petal. My fox calmed as did the rest of me. I stood back from Luke and looked into his eyes. They did not unsettle me as much as they had in the past. I took a deep breath and dipped my head in embarrassment. "Thank you" I said, my voice still shaking. "Pack?" I asked as I moved to Luke's side so I could look at them, they nodded and repeated pack. We finally made it into the mess hall. Taking trays as we moved forward. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the Mythicals that were serving us. Brownies. Not the delicious chocolate kind. The supernatural beings that are used as slaves in the supernatural community. Luke pushed me forward as Olivia continued walking in front. She was the only one of our group in front of me. Sebastian would have been with her but he only eats food at lunch time and has blood the rest of the time, so he went and saved a table. Olivia took her food and walked away, no thank you, nothing. Once I received my food I thanked the Brownies for it and for the time they had spent making it. Their small faces lit up and they bowed their heads in appreciation. Luke followed suit when his turn came setting off everyone else in a chain reaction. I beamed at them when we had sat down. They asked why I had thanked the Brownies. Though they were not apposed to it. "They had done something for me, for all of us in this room. They deserve a thank you." I replied. I was going to continue and probably rant but Luke stepped in. "She gets very defensive." He said with a knowing smirk. "Please don't get her started." He asked. I looked at him then just started eating, he caught my smile though. Most of us had different meals as we had to send in dietary requirements with our application forms. It is similar to school in that sense; the similarities lessen, however, when you remember you are five hours away from home. Most of the teens were eating the meat of the day, beef. But a few were eating fish, such as Luke and Levi. Lewis ate some soup that honestly looked like vomit. Kind of yellowish brown and some scattered vegetables. It smelled good tho. I had some creamed vegetables that did not look that appetising but was delicious. There was also a medium sized steak as a 'side', completely raw as I struggle to digest cooked meats. Jason and Laura both had beef noodles in oyster sauce. Megan had a beef kebab and rice. Whilst Curtis, Olivia and Petal all had an enclosed box with mice and insects in rice. They were at my end of the table as that is a meal I have had before, but the others found it a little uncomfortable. I smiled at that, if a little evilly. Everyone began filing out of the mess hall at an even pace. Taking time to wait for friends. It was around seven pm when we left. We had received a message that there would be a gathering in one of the larger buildings. It was similar to an assembly hall but there was something wrong, although I could not decide what. Mrs Beverley told everyone to quiet down whilst an announcement was made. There was a few major rules that they needed to inform us of. The first was to not leave your room after lights out. The second was that no boys were allowed in girls rooms and vice versa. They made sense, but there was that feeling again. It had been present since we got here. It was small and subtle at first but the later it got, the more prominent it became. A dark ora that swept across the ground enveloping all it touched. A shiver ran down my spine. I sensed that I was not the only unsure one. They say that animals know when a storm is coming and that is what most of us are, animals.

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