#rare breed of attack unicorn

[anghraine]

The assumption that autistic adults who can express ourselves on the Internet must be fully verbal “high-functional” adults with no symptoms beyond mild and easily remedied social deficits is just—

I mean, of course it’s personally frustrating, as an autistic adult who can express myself on the Internet but has a lot of cognitive issues (with regard to things like spatial reasoning, math, multi-tasking, figurative language etc) apart from literal comprehension of words. And I do think that it’s glaring that there’s this obsessive fixation of people, often allistic people, with the symptoms of autism that are the most apparent and disruptive to others while largely ignoring symptoms that can make life much more difficult for an autistic person but don’t inconvenience other people much.

Like, the fact that I can’t drive—I do know how; I literally can’t without endangering pretty much everyone involved—does not affect random strangers who find me a bit awkward and stiff but otherwise easy enough to get along with. It drastically affects me, though. My struggles with all math beyond basic addition and subtraction don’t inconvenience anyone else as an adult, but for me, just shopping for groceries is very difficult. Nearly all sensory stimuli are actively upsetting (touch, bright or erratic light, many flavors, so on), but if I can hold it together until melting down in my apartment, nobody else has to care. And so on.

And—okay, my capacity to ramble about P&P or Star Wars or whatever for ten years on the Internet tells you nothing about that. You don’t know. Part of my autism testing involved imagining how an object would look if turned in various directions or recognizing visual patterns/spatial relationships—I’m really bad at things like that. Of course, strangers can’t be expected to know about that or how it affects my life (it does, severely). But strangers can realize that they don’t know all the factors that go into some random autistic person’s diagnosis (or often, don't know the diagnostic criteria of autism at all) before they assume they know everything there is to know about our lives.

#anghraine rants #rare breed of attack unicorn #discourse hell #long post

[corvusspecialartist]

How to take Care of: The Caracadon

ORIGINS:

The Carcharodon breed of Space Marine or formally known as the Carcharodon Astra are unknown. Testing of the Marines' gene-seed has been rather... inclusive. Most owners, think that they are a hybridization between the Raven Guard and a Night Lord descendant, while others think that they do have some World Eater within their gene seed. However, this breed appears very sporadically and their true numbers are unknown. First recording of this breed happened around M32, however this data is fragmented , and blurred.

Personally, I believe that their geneseed is chimeric between the Raven Guard, Night Lord and World Eater. This breed is almost a unicorn in rarity, almost like a Salamander hybrid breed. Since, it has taken multiple breeders, MANY attempts to get all three of these breeds into a room and making them procreate.

Appearance & Habitat:

The Carcharodon appears in its current form wearing grey armor with a black and white shark pauldron on its shoulder. However, there are two major exceptions to this rule. If an owner has an older breed, they will have yellow and black power armor with the same pauldron. The other, whom we have captured... has lighting claws and is one of if not the largest Marine that we have seen. Ever. Currently, attempts have been used for him to try and use him for breeding purposes.

The habit that the Carcharodons are the content in are low gravity, and silent places. They are a breed that somehow manged to gain the ability to communicate with themselves in complete silence. Autopsies of dead Carcharodons have shown that most of them have their vocal chords intact... but they don't use them. They will however speak if necessary to interact with others.. but otherwise... they will be ignored.

Temperament:

Carcharodons, temperament wise, are very stealthy, and blood thirst almost takes them... it will not end well. Carcharodons if housed with Marines that are not with themselves will treat them with hostile indifference. However, if you have more "questionable" breeds, that are not outright illegal (though illegal can vary much on where you are) , depending on who they are.. they will take on an antagonist role.

They are very curious, and resourceful. In fact, many of the Marines have been seen wearing mixed and rare power armors that were somehow out of print. In fact, one of the Carcharodons we have was so large that his Marine armor was a mixed of many different types.

Care:

Carcharodons are not for the novice owner. They are a highly specialized silent breed of Marine.. that if they do not respect you will at best ignore you and at worst, kill you.

Carcharodons should be housed with other Carcharodons. If done so, they will establish a strict hierarchy. In fact, it is SO strict that if a lower ranked member touches a higher rank's armor... it is seen as a death sentence to say the least. Most Carcharodons, when they were hear speaking are very tact and formal.

Do NOT see this as weakness however, as many times when a owner tries to use this Marine for hunting, they will eviscerate their foes all while without making a single noise. They are stoicism to the extreme.

They are best used as a tracking or as a working breed.

They have the ability to spot and gather lost technology, however this translates in captivity to having the issue of hoarding. If you have rare archeotech available, I would hide it from your Characdon lest they get their hands on it.

They are very very much not a big fan of Xenos, seeing them often attacking many a Xeno owner. This had led to many of them unfortunately being put down.

Aliments:

While all Marines are in the peak of trans human shape, their minds can still vulnerable to certain issues. Some examples would be the Blood Angels breed with the Red Thirst, Black Templar with their zealotry; the breed has the Chill of the Void which happens in three phases.

Withdrawal: The breed at this state will start to become more cold both to you and to the Battle brothers. They will start to speak to High Gothic to Marines.

Merciless: This is where if the breed is used for tracking, will start to use his loose. They are harsh and merciless to anyone who is not loyal to either you (if you trained them well enough) nor the Imperium. If you need any form of interrogation, the Marine will execute them, even if they have surrendered or have crucial inflammation.

Silence: At this point, this breed is gone. The Marine will withdraw and become as silent as the grave. If they are working with other Marines they will refuse, and will try and complete missions on their own.

In Conclusion:

If you are looking for a silent, hunter with a tenacity unique to the Imperial Fists, then this breed is right for you.

#space marine husbandry #carcharodon astra #space sharks #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000

[depressedkakashihatake]

Some Animagus Headcannons that were made with the help of the wonderful @tenzoyamato

Kakashi and Gai learn to transofrm in their sixth year along side Rin. They spend the entire year working together after class three times a week (sometimes after quiddich practice) to get it right, and they are beyond excited when each one of them finally manages to transform Successfully.

Rin gets the hang of it first, turning into a beautiful Koi fish and being able to swim all around the lake on the castle grounds. She loves using this form to go treasure diving to find things various students found at the bottom of the lake through the years. 

Kakashi gets it next, turning into a Akita breed dog (much like Akino) and running all around the castle grounds playing with various other animals. 

Gai is the last one to get it, but his form is no less amazing. He turns into a beautiful red shelled Tortoise that can actually move pretty fast for a tortoise and loves to chill out by the lake and keep guard of all the cool things that Rin finds. 

Tenzo and Shisui learn in their fifth year. After a class about Animagus, they decide to try and see if they can learn the skill themselves. It takes, a LOT of work so they definitly understand why it’s a rare skill. People have to be willing to not give up on learning it at all in order to get it, and it could take years to learn. 

Shisui gets the hang of it a day before Tenzo, turning into a beautiful black feathered crow and perching up in the trees of the forbidden forest, or sometimes relaxing on the unicorns back for a nap. Tenzo gets it the next day and turns into a beautiful brown kitty cat that loves to explore Hogwarts. everyone has seen this cat, but no one knows who it belongs to. He can usually be seen hanging out with his own cat, or Itachis.

Itachi finds out about Tenzo’s transofrmation because one day he finds Tenzo and his own cat chilling outside together and decides to give them both treats. His cat, of course, happily takes the treat. But when he offers one to the other cat, Tenzo changes back into his normal self and scares the shit out of Itachi. 

Tenzo and Shisui spend the next year helping Itachi learn the skill, making him the youngest to learn it as he turns into a black raven that goes out for flys with Shisui or chills on the ground with Tenzo. 

Tenzo finds out about Kakashi’s transformation one day because Kakashi is visiting the school with Gai getting some teaching experiencing by shadowing one of the professors. In cat form, Tenzo ends up getting attacked by a bunch of wolves. Kakashi (in dog form) swoops in to help him, but in a state of fear Tenzo scratches the dog across the eye and runs for it. It’s not until the next morning that Tenzo realizes what exactly happened when Kakashi walks into the great hall for breakfast with a scar over his eyes and a really awkward explanation for what happened. 

Tenzo finds out about Gai because he goes into Gai’s classroom when they’re both professors looking for his friend, but instead finds a tortoise chilling on Gai’s desk. He gives the tortoise a neck scratch while wondering out loud where Gai is, and as soon as he turns around Gai transforms back into human form and gets Tenzo to look at him again. Needless to say, Tenzo is horrified. 

#Harry potter Au

[an-apocalypse-of-magpies]

Regional Variants: Gigalith

Might do art for this later, but for now here are my headcanons about regional variants.

Unovite - The default Gigalith. Seasonable temperate weather makes this variant an all-rounder. Height is often used to denote social status, and Unovan Gigalith typically grow tallest of the species. Generally dark blue or purple stone with orange crystals.

Kantoite - Kantonian Gigalith rarely breach the surface, and so are often flatter and more crab-like than other species with stubbier crystal growths. A common mutation is a third pair of legs, and Kantonian Gigalith tend to scuttle more than their brethren. Rather than getting power from sunlight they derive it from geothermal heat, so their ‘laser’ attacks tend towards microwave and IR. Stone tends to be black or dark grey, with deep crimson or brown crystal.

Johtite - The general flatness of Johto has bred an unusual subspecies of ‘superterranean’ Gigalith that breach the surface very early in life, not least of which to avoid being chewed on by Larvitar. Johtonian Gigalith have evolved a radical body plan that gives them a vaguely camel-like build with well-developed long legs and a high, horizontal body. Like their Kantonian cousins, extra legs are common. They were popular for beasts of burden in the past, but are rare and often outclassed by Pokemon like Rapidash. Johtonian Gigalithare faster than their relatives, but less given to laser attacks, preferring to stomping their enemies with their powerful legs. Stone is abnormally milky-white and very lustrous, whereas crystal tends towards jade green. Soft crystal has led to them being carved by warlords into decorated steeds in ancient times.

Hoennite - A recent discovery, as increased vulcanism in the region has ushered them out of their nest inside Mt Chimney. Hoennic Gigalith are volatile and territorial breeds with huge, complex crystal growths, often have five ‘hooves’ per foot and backs studded with a bristling array of spires and quills. Hoennic Gigalith tend to fight with lasers rather than brute strength. Their stone tends to be ashen greys and browns with crystal in all colours of the rainbow, although dark greens are common.

Sinnotite - Sinnohan Gigalith are a pygmy breed, and are very long-lived, sometimes not digging near the surface until their mid-300s. While they are not the keenest fighters, they are known for their patience and careful natures. Their stone is often sparkly or metallic tones of warm yellow and brown, and the crystals are pure white diamond. Their attractive colouration, even temperament and dazzling light shows make this variety a popular contest choice for the species.

Kalosite - Kalosian Gigalith are a shy and secretive subspecies, and will more often escape than fight. The reason for this is that they keep their young relatively near the surface and regularly raid human rubbish dumps for scrap electronic for food. This diet rich in heavy metals gives them an oddly-mottled and patchy colouration of steel-blue and greys, but their crystals are often mirror-bright and highly reflective and refractive, causing the area to glow in their presence. Alolite - Alolan Gigalith actually live underwater, near ocean-floor volcanic vents and young volcanoes where they feed on rich nutrient soup that spews forth. They are generally very large for Gigalith, and their feet are long and paddle-like for underwater movement. They also have a characteristic ‘unicorn horn’ of stone jutting from the centre of their face which they use to pry open new vents. Alolan Gigalith are often stunning shades of pink, with a coral-like skin, and have crystals in a variety of rich blues.

#pokemon #pokemon headcanons #gigalith

[cremsie]

The Congo Ucapi 

These unicorn are fiercely protective and active. Found in the Congo the Ucapi is an uncommon breed and rarely spotted long enough to confirm the sighting. They live solitary lives but will sometimes travel in family herds of 2 parents and young.  Known for attacking and chasing down poachers with intense determination. Not a typical unicorn in the fact they do not tend to seek out the pure of heart, but will seek out those they judge worthy enough to help in keeping their home safe. Some say they are fond of Wildlife rangers, but it is an ongoing debate. Fond of: offerings of fruit, mutual respect, some types of music Natural Predator:  Leopard, humans Approach-ability: 5/10  Patreon

#art #my art #unicorn #unicorn study #fantasy

[buzzdixonwriter]

Chillin’ With Netflix (2018 edition)

LOST IN SPACE

Really well done, family friendly space opera.  Top notch production values, good / smart writing, superlative cast.

And despite all this, it couldn’t keep my attention past episode 4.

I put the blame on me, not this new series by writers Matt Sazama and Burk Sharpless.  

As a preteen, I was in the prime target audience for the original Lost In Space back in the mid-1960s, and that series -- despite its wildly varying tone -- created an iconic show that, try as they might, every subsequent re-make struggles to overcome.

Seriously, it’s like trying to remake I Love Lucy only without Lucille Ball, Desi Arnaz, Vivian Vance, and William Frawley.

Yeah, it can be done, but why bother?  Use that talent and energy to do something in the same vein but different.

That being said, I deny no one their pleasure.  If you haven’t seen / loved the original, try this version; you might very well like it.

. . .

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Excellent production / writing / cast / performances.

I started out really liking it.

That enthusiasm faded.

I ended up enjoying this new retelling of The Haunting Of Hill House but came away feeling it fell short of 1963’s The Haunting, the first and still best adaptation of Shirley Jackson’s classic ghost story.

First off, a definition of terms (which will explain my enthusiasm fade):  In order to work, a ghost story must take place in the audience’s head.

That is to say, the reader / viewer must be left with two equally possibly yet mutually exclusive possibilities:  There are such things as ghost, or the haunting is purely psychological in the mind/s of the character/s.

Even in stories such as the original novel or the 1963 film where the possibility is presented that at least one of the characters is mentally unstable and is either imagining / causing the manifestations, the book / movie / series must never come down concretely in either camp.

To make it purely psychological turns it into a drama about mental illness, the make it supernatural moves it from the realm of “ghost story” into “monster movie” where the monster happens to be a ghost.

A ghost story doesn’t have to be scary, simply…haunting.  Portrait Of Jenny is a bitter-sweet romance that despite a lack of spookiness remains a bona fide ghost story.

(Ghost comedies such as Topper, Blythe Spirit, Ghost Busters, etc. are a different genre entirely akin to leprechaun / alien comedies where a fantastic being disrupts the lives of the human protagonists.)

This version works well, even though it doesn’t maintain the high level it starts with.  The family dynamics are well done, the performances excellent.

For the first couple of episodes the series tries to walk the line, raising the possibility and eventually confirming that mental illness runs through the family that moved into Hill House, but the moment the ghosts begin manifesting themselves, it paradoxically stops being a ghost story and becomes a booga-booga story).  Virtuosity for the sake of virtuosity also works against the production, occasionally dragging audiences out of the story to admire how clever the film makers are.

It also gets a little too convoluted and overly melodramatic towards the end, however (ghost stories work best at their simplicity.

And it is not an upbeat ending but a really horrific one as the family in question literally consumes itself.  

This version inhabits a godless universe, and the apparent “good” ending is really a terrible one of eternal damnation (albeit not in the Christian sense).

I recognize and appreciate the level of craftsmanship that went into this, and recommend it to people who like scary stories.

But it ain’t what I’d call a ghost story, and it sure ain’t what Jackson would call one, either.

. . .

SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER

I'm not the target audience for She-Ra in either incarnation.

That being said, I watched episodes 1-3 and 12-13.

It looks good to me.  The story was familiar, but like old B-Westerns it's the kind of genre where familiarity breeds affection, so no complaints there.

Pacing seemed slow, but the design and animation was good, voices top notch. Clearly a heavy anime influence.

Really liked the wide range of physical types and acknowledgement of LGBT characters. Lots of fun with the various interpersonal relationships and characterizations, especially Swift Wind, the smartass flying unicorn.

They did a really good job with this show and the characters seemed more like real teens than the previous incarnation.

. . .

THE BALLAD OF BUSTER SCRUGGS

Well, this one I can recommend whole heartedly and without reservation.  

Joel and Ethan Coen have shown a remarkable penchant for period films and a strong affinity for Westerns in the past, and this anthology film offers a dazzling grab bag of good / off beat stories that range from the ridiculous to the realistic, though a couple of them are Westerns by location only as they don’t really rely on any of the themes that define the Western genre. 

The stories are:

“The Ballad Of Buster Scruggs” -- a hilarious send up of old Hollywood Western clichés starting with the quintessential sing cowboy trope and spiraling into full bore craziness from there.

“Near Algodones” -- a would-be bank robber has a really bad day.  Despite its dazzling editorial style, one of the more conventional stories -- and yet it manages to evoke both classic Buddhism, the crucifixion, and the ultimate sardonic joke all in the last 30 seconds.

“Meal Ticket” -- a Twilight Zone-ish story about a backwoods impresario and his limbless performer, told almost entirely silently except for quotes from poems and dramatic works and the occasional song.  While it makes good use of its Western locale, there’s really nothing in the story to tie it to the West; it could just as easily occur on a Mississippi riverboat, the back alleys of White Chapel, or the slums of Mumbai.

“All Gold Canyon” -- based on a story by Jack London, it’s a look at how hard and demanding a prospector’s life could be (with a virtually unrecognizable Tom Waits as the grizzled old prospector).  The Coen Brothers use their location to the fullest advantage, recreating the feel of what such land must have felt like before the first settlers moved in.

“The Gal Who Got Rattled” -- the longest, most realistic, and most bitter-sweet of the stories, set on a wagon train heading to Oregon, and focusing on a young woman who is definitely not the sort who should be making such a trip.  While we can look back from our safe vantage point in the 21stcentury and recognize the Indian Wars were the direct result of rapacious land grabbing by Western settlers, this story does an excellent job of showing just how terrifying it would be to sit on the receiving end of a tribal attack.  The ending is a morally complex one, well worth pondering, and especially ambiguous given the nature of the story’s framing element.

“The Mortal Remains” -- weakest of the stories, but salvaged by strong performances.  Another Twilight Zone style story, and if you didn’t guess the ending by the one minute mark I’ve got a bridge in Florida made of solid gold bricks I’d like to sell you.

. . .

AMERICAN VANDAL

Yowza!  This is one of the best series I’ve ever seen, and it’s perfect in damn near every way.

On the surface it’s a parody of various true crime documentary series, especially Netflix’ own Making A Murderer.  It’s told from the point of view of two students in their high school’s audio-visual club who make a documentary about an act of vandalism directed at the school’s teachers and the student who is blamed for it.

Of course, as they investigate, they turn up evidence that the accused student did not commit the vandalism, and in their pursuit of the truth uncover several more secrets on their way to the big reveal.

At first blush, the makings of a solid show.

But what co-creators Tony Yacenda and Dan Perrault manage to pull off with this is nothing short of astounding, a fun parody of a genre that raises interesting questions about both the genre they’re parodying and the issue of truth and guilt, while on top of that adding an incredibly complex yet easy to follow overlay of conflicting characters and emotions.

They get every single detail right, and even seemingly throw away lines / scenes / characters get fleshed out in amazing and unexpected ways (for example, one extremely minor character, with no significant dialog, who appears only briefly on camera as comic relief in one or two early episodes is later revealed to be severely alcoholic, and in recalling his earlier appearances, one realizes the character must be suffering through a genuinely hellish existence).

Dylan, the accused student, starts out as a character of fun and amusement, a high school goofball of Spicoli proportions, only to come to a sad and ultimately terrifying end as he realizes just how dumb and dead-end his life is.

I cannot praise thise series enough.  Very rarely will I look at someone else’s work and say “I wish I had done that.” American Vandal is one of the rare exceptions.

The series has two seasons, the first involving Dylan and the vandalism of the teachers’ cars, the second involving a food poisoning incident at a private school the original two students are invited to investigate.  Season two is very strong but lacks “the shock of the new” that season one provided; it’s high quality and entertaining, but not as compelling as the original.

. . .

© Buzz Dixon

#television #media #comedy #Netflix #Coe Brothers #Lost In Space 2018 #The Haunting Of Hill House 2018 #She-Ra And The Princesses Of Power #The Ballad Of Buster SCruggs #American Vandal

[bills-pokedex]

Dear LH, do you know anything about what an Absol is judged on in the Kennel Club shows or if i can even get my Absol into said Show as an Absol Aficionado? Also, I need some pointers on Ponyta/Rapidash Care and Biology to disabuse a niece of mine of her belief of some of the stuff she watches in My Little Ponyta. downside of living with pokemon: Cartoons are harder to prove as impossible.

Oh! Yes! Canine pokémon shows judge absol and all other participants on a list of criteria based on ideals of each species and breed. Generally speaking, that means things like the quality of the pelt, balance, height, weight, teeth and strength of bite, the way the tail arches, etc. Absol are judged on these too, as well as a few extra criteria: the quality/strength/curve of the horn and the thickness and sharpness of the claws. Also, there’s usually a second round where participants are tested for obedience and the strength of basic attacks. In all, canine shows are very much like pokémon contests, but they focus more on the natural qualities and capabilities of each pokémon, rather than advanced style or strength.

Also, for the most part, most shows will consider absol to be canine pokémon as well, but there are a few that think of them as too different to count. It’s worth it to look at the rules for each show you’re interested in, although the largest ones (including the Camphrier Kennel Club, probably the most famous) will accept absol entrants.

Well, the important thing to know about ponyta and rapidash is that they don’t live indoors, contrary to what the cartoon will have you believe. They’re field pokémon, so therefore, a trainer should give them plenty of space to roam and exercise. A field filled with wild grass would work best. Contrary to popular belief, neither ponyta nor rapidash would set a grassy field on fire so long as they’re calm; rather, that’s what they eat and relieve themselves in, so in all, a large, grassy field is just home for them.

Of course, they can also live in a stable for short periods of time, and it’s a good idea to have one ready for them during rainy or other inclement weather. These stables should have stalls large enough for a rapidash to move comfortably from side to side—rapidash, not ponyta, because you never know if you’ll have an evolution on your hands. These stalls should be cleaned daily and stocked with fresh water and food (fodder, or hay and oats—rarely carrots and apples and never sugar cubes because these are all loaded with sugar that can disrupt the bacterial ecosystem of their digestive tracts). Also, if the weather is cold, give your ponyta or rapidash a blanket to stay warm. So no, they don’t live in libraries or wear dresses either. They do wear shoes, of course, but not the sort you see in the cartoon. They’re simply those bands of metal that a human needs to fix onto a horse’s hoof. (They also require daily maintenance.)

Ponyta and rapidash don’t have wings, so they pegasus type of ponyta unfortunately don’t exist. As for the unicorn type, those do in a way, as rapidash technically has a horn, but it can’t simply perform any kind of magic. It’s more that they can shoot beams of concentrated light, and even then, only if you use the TM system. Their fire attacks, on the other hand, actually come from the mouth because the fire gland for ponyta and rapidash is located in the throat (as it is for most fire-types), not the horn. Really, the horn of a rapidash is used more for impaling or jabbing than channeling attacks, so it’s much less ... glittery than you would see in the show.

I know. It’s not as exciting as multicolored emissaries of friendship and love, but ponyta and rapidash are easy-going pokémon in their own right. While I wouldn’t recommend getting her a ponyta if she’s only seen the cartoon, maybe having her learn more about them through children’s books or by seeing one in person on a farm or at a breeding center might help her understand what real ponies are like. One of the great things about cartoons like My Little Ponyta is that they’re often the first step for young girls to gain an interest in pokémon; it’s just that they need the right materials and experiences to take the next step of learning what those pokémon are really like.

But if it makes things any easier, you can tell her that ponyta and rapidash do make wonderful friends.

#absol #ponyta #rapidash #pokémon care #asks #LH ask #Anonymous

[lnicol1990]

Second game of D&D

It... did not go so well for our intrepid adventurers.

As we were short one member, we decided to have a go making fresh characters from scratch. It took a good couple of hours, seeing as we only had one set of dice, but we still had fun with it and had two hours before everyone agreed would be a good time to end it for the night. We also agreed to let me try my hand at a custom adventure.

I chose to go for a Dragon Age setting, as I know that better than D&D.

We started at the gates of Orzammar, where our three adventurers were asked by a researcher of exotic horse breeds to help him look into three rare breeds he’s recently heard of: the dracolisk in Orlais’ Western Approach, the nuggalope in the Frostback Mountains, and the bog unicorn in the Kocari Wilds. They decide to search for the nuggalope first and head to southern end of the mountains to begin their search.

They reach the little village of Honnleath, where they stop to rest and see if the locals know of the beast. Indeed, a group of hunters know about the creature and tell our adventurers the tracks and signs to look out for, one even being convinced to guide them to the area.

At dawn the next morning, they head out on horseback. Half a day passes when the horses suddenly rear. Our adventurers are able to calm their mounts, and tie them to a tree, as they refuse to continue down the trail. The local guide, however, cannot calm his horse and is taken back to town by his terrified mare. Our adventurers search for tracks, and are able to find the prints they are looking for, but also another set from some other, unknown animal.

They follow the tracks but are attack by a pack of four wolves. Battle commences. The human rogue is able to slow one wolf down with an arrow. The dwarf fighter deals a hard but non-fatal blow to another. The elf mage is able to kill the wolf attacked by the dwarf, but incurs the wrath of the pack. The elf is attacked, his throat torn out by the others (he only had 5 hit points). The human attacks another wolf, causing it to retreat slightly. The dwarf attempts the same move again, but the wolves evade the attack this time. The wolves kill the human before turning on the dwarf. Another wolf is killed before the last two bring the dwarf down.

No one will ever know what happened to them.

Cue slightly horrified silence from the table, myself especially.

I mean, everyone had fun and no one took their deaths personally, but I think next time we meet up, I’ll retcon that as an ale-induced nightmare and they’re still in Honnleath. And nerf the wolves for the “real” encounter.

I mean, are they meant to be for lv1 adventurers, or are they more for slightly higher levels? Seriously, if I have any followers who play D&D, I welcome any advice on how to do that better.

#d&d #second game #fun but also kinda horrifying

[creative-type]

Monster of the Salt Rock Hills III

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AN: Expect a longer wait for the next chapter. I’m burning through my buffer pretty quickly, but this one is my favorite and I wanted to hit the meat and potatoes portion of the story before taking a bit of a break. As always, feedback is appreciated

Summary:  The day after stopping a drath summoning gone horribly wrong, Orrig and his team are summoned to the Salt Rock Hills to find and eliminate a monster that has been ravaging the countryside. But things quickly go awry and it soon becomes apparent that nothing about this case is as it seems. Thistle must learn to work together with her new coworkers and overcome her own insecurities to find the truth of the monster of the Salt Rock Hills before it’s too late. Set immediately after Chapter 6: The Knowing Ones

Chapter Three: A Mage Named Mum (and Other Unfortunate Events)

It was rare to meet someone who after making their opinions known did not feel the need to belabor them, but Lyra seemed to be the exception. Thistle was terrified that the elf would bring unwanted attention to her “shyness”, but she made no mention of it at breakfast. Thistle’s heart almost stopped when she noticed Lyra pull Orrig aside for a private word, but their conversation was brief and nothing came of it.

Nevertheless, the silence as they traveled was not as comfortable as it had been the day before. There was an air of cool formality between archer and mage that Thistle did not know how to overcome. It was frustrating to see what little progress she made vanish, always going two steps back for every step forward, but what else did she expect? Lyra was confident and outspoken, with no uncertainty of where she stood in the world. Thistle was none of those things, and never would be.

It did no good to dwell on her own shortcomings no matter how true they were, so Thistle focused instead on the job at hand. The post offered little insight into what they were going up against. Winged horses were notoriously difficult to catch in the wild, and there were only a few domesticated breeds in the known world. There were precious few things that could keep up with, let along kill, a fully grown winged horse.

From what little reading she’d done on the subject, Thistle knew that - like most magical beings - winged horses were smarter than their mundane counterparts, although they lacked the true sapience found in dragons, phoenixes, or unicorns. Herds were small, usually consisting of a stallion, three to four mares, and their offspring. Their feathers, hair, and blood held magical properties that were occasionally used in potions and the crafting of magical items.

Anything capable of killing a winged horse would almost certainly have to be capable of flight itself. Not many predators would take their chances against a horse’s hooves and teeth, not to mention be able to take on a team of trained mercenaries hired to hunt it down.

Perhaps there was more than one monster? Could a pack of beasts be roaming the Salt Rock Hills? Thistle worried her bottom lip, sharp teeth cutting into the tender flesh. The more she thought, the less she liked what they were up against.

The journey was uneventful, and they made it to their destination before noon. The carriages drove into a small town boxed in on two sides by the hills and guarded on a third by a small river. The Salt Rock Hills looked more like mountains to Thistle’s untrained eye, stretching thousands of feet high with peaks obscured by low-hanging clouds. The grey stone was swathed with stripes of green where trees and scrub brush were able to take root.

The Hills overshadowed a tiny settlement, which by Thistle’s estimate was less than one thousand strong. As they entered town she counted three houses that appeared to be abandoned on the high street alone, and several others that were in dire need of new thatch and a fresh coat of paint. They stopped abruptly in front of the town hall, a three story building made of pale red brick and were given a curt order to get out by the driver.

They’re staring at us, Thistle noted immediately as she stepped out of the carriage, cringing a little at the unwanted attention from the townspeople. She gave an unsure nod towards a barber who was standing in the doorway of his shop, razor still in hand. Or are they staring at me?

“Ugh, hicks,” Lyra said with disgust. “You’d think they’d never seen a woman wearing pants before.”

“Um…I don’t think…”

Thistle was cut off as she felt Orrig’s looming presence behind her. “Ve talk to mayor. He one paying, is boss.”

They were saved the trouble of looking. The words were scarcely out of Orrig’s mouth when the doors of the town hall burst open. A dignified man with a sour expression strode out into the street, trailed by a tall, lanky youth of about sixteen years of age.

“Are you the mercenaries?” the older man said, brown mustache twitching with disapproval as he gave them all an appraising glance.

“Yes. My name Orrig, dees my employees.”

“Orrig?” the man asked. “But I thought…well, never mind. I suppose it doesn’t much matter. My name is Everett Stone, mayor of the Salt Rock Hills. I’ve been expecting you.”

He stuck out his hand, and Orrig shook it. The mayor was the stiffest person Thistle had ever met, and he moved like he were carved out of a block of wood. Watery brown eyes scanned the street, taking note of each of the dozen people who were watching them.

“Let’s move inside, shall we? There’s no time to waste. Carson here was just telling me he’s found another one.”

“Another one?” Brent parroted. “How many horses has this thing killed?”

The mayor’s head swiveled, meeting Brent’s look of indignation with cold displeasure. A shiver ran down Thistle’s spine. She’d met dragons with friendlier dispositions.

“It’s impossible for us to search all of the Hills, good sir, but we’ve found three dead in the last fortnight, and five more within the last three months. The beast is escalating, and I fear that it will not content itself with horseflesh for much longer.”

“Do you have any idea what kind of monster it is?” Lyra asked. Mayor Stone paused at the doors of town hall, his back to the adventurers. For a moment Thistle thought she saw his shoulders slump. The hand that held the doorknob trembled.

He’s afraid, Thistle realized.  He’s afraid and trying to hide it.

“Why don’t you come inside,” the mayor said. “We can discuss matters in the privacy of my office.”

“I will need to verify your credentials before we get started.”

Orrig nodded and reached for his pack, while Lyra bit back a groan. Thistle shrank back as the mayor’s piercing gaze turned on the elf. “Is something the matter?”

Thistle wished that Lyra would just be quiet, but knew that wasn’t in her nature. Instead, Thistle turned her attention to the mayor’s simply decorated walls, pretending she were anywhere else but here.

“You’re the one who said there was no time to waste,” Lyra said bluntly. “If the living bean pole’s found another dead horse then we should be investigating it, not sitting here twiddling our thumbs.”

The mayor shook his head“I have to make sure you are who you say you are. It’s standard procedure.”

Carson shifted his feet. Lyra’s unflattering description fit him well, and now that they were closer Thistle could see a few tufts of dark fuzz on his upper lip trying valiantly to pass for a moustache. “The lady has a point, sir.” His voice seemed too quiet for such a big body. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “We can’t even show ‘em the rest ‘cause scavengers got to ‘em first.”

“It would help if we knew what we were fighting against,” Brent added.

“There are rules…”

“Vhy don’t you tell vhat you know,” Orrig interrupted. “Then ve decide vhat best.”

A flash of indignation flashed across the mayor’s face before he slid heavily into the chair behind his desk. “You might as well sit down,” he said irritably, gesturing to the seats on the other side of the room. There were only four, and Carson was forced to remain standing.

“As I said, this whole business started about four months ago,” Mayor Stone said. He pulled out a map and unrolled it, each movement made with automation-like rigidity. “We didn’t think much of it at first. Most folk haven’t had anything to do with the Hills since the mines closed. They’re prone to rockslides and…well, they’re dangerous. Carson is the only one stupid enough to climb them day after day.”

The boy grinned sheepishly, but didn’t argue.

“The winged horses are attracted to the underground springs found throughout the Hills, the nearest being here, where the last three killings have all occurred,” he said, pointing to the map. Thistle leaned closer and frowned. It was less than two miles away from town. “The springs bring minerals to the surface and create natural salt licks. The winged horses aren’t the only beasts that use them, but their ability to fly means that they can access certain ones more easily than even the most sure-footed goat.”

“I like t’ watch the horses,” Carson explained. “I was nearly scar’t t’ death when I saw the first one dead. Ain’t never seen anything able to catch a winged horse afore.”

“I was first notified of the deaths two months ago. One dead horse is an anomaly, two is a coincidence, but three signifies a pattern.” The lines in Mayor Stone’s face deepened. “I never personally investigated any of the killings, but the reports I received suggested an unusual amount of violence, even for a wild animal. A meeting was called, and the town voted to bring in someone to take care of the problem. A price point was agreed upon, and with the monies raised a mercenary by the name of Marco Rosso was hired.”

“Never heard of him,” Brent said.

“Nor will you. After several days of investigation and two more deaths it became apparent that the attacks occurred during the night. He and his team decided to watch the salt lick where most of the horses had been found,” he pointed to a spot higher up in the hills, near the entrance to the abandoned mine. “When the sun rose again he was dead.” The mayor looked up at Orrig. “The corpse of the beast wasn’t found, but all indications were that Rosso had dealt a mortal blow before succumbing to his wounds. For more than a month things were quiet, but now, in the last fourteen days…” His voice trailed off into nothingness.

Nothing more needed to be said. Orrig’s face took on a pensive look, eyes hidden under the shadow of his horns. “If attacks only at night, ve should go and see dead horse. Sooner is better. You no know vhat kind of monster doing killing, ya?”

“Not in the slightest,” the mayor said.

Orrig nodded decisively. “Then settled. Boy vill take employees to dead horse vhile I do papervork, see vhat they can find. I join vhen finished. Vill return to town before dark vit report. Is goot plan.”

The orc’s steady confidence seemed to sooth Mayor Stone’s frazzled nerves. “If you think that’s best. So long as everything is made official I have no objections. My people don’t have much money to give, and this is the second time we’re paying for the same job.”

This seemed to take Orrig aback, though Thistle didn’t think she would have noticed his surprise if she weren’t sitting right next to him. “Hmm. Ve vill finish job, or no pay. I give my vord.” He gave Lyra, Brent, and Thistle each a look in turn. “Go vit boy. No fighting. I vill follow soon.”

“Carson, if you would,” Mayor Stone said.

“Yessir.” He waited for the rest of the group to stand before leading Thistle, Brent, and Lyra out of town hall and into the street. “Give me a minute.”

Carson jogged over to the barber shop door and called to the man Thistle had seen earlier. “Hey Horace, tell my Pa that I’m gonna be late to work tonight. Gotta show the mercs th’ horses.”

The exchange took less than a minute, but Brent and Lyra were already growing impatient. As Carson led them out of town Thistle took it upon herself to ask, “You work?”

“My Pa owns the tavern up the street,” he said, jerking his thumb behind him. “He wants me t’ take it over someday, so I gotta go in and learn the ropes.”

Lyra’s ears perked at the mention of a tavern, and her expression was suddenly much more charitable. Brent rolled his eyes and said, “Do you know anything about what’s attacking these horses?”

“No more ‘n what the mayor said. I didn’t usually stumble over em fresh, you know? Thought they’d just died natural and some scavenger got to ‘em first.” He let out a heavy sigh. “You’ll see when we git there.”

“And you were always the one who found them?” Lyra asked.

“The ones up in the Hills, yeah. Got a buddy who found the first one by th’ spring. He didn’t want t’ admit it at first, ‘cause he’d gone out to go skinny dipping.” Carson stopped abruptly in the middle of the path.

“What is it?” Lyra demanded.

The boy brought a finger to his lips for quiet. “Look out yonder.”

Thistle followed Carson’s gaze and couldn’t stop a small gasp. About a quarter mile away where the valley met the base of the Hills was a mare standing over a young foal. Their dappled grey coat and wings were almost the same color of the surrounding countryside. The mare took a step forward as she grazed contentedly, and her wings shimmered with the movement as if they were made out of graphite.

“Y’all ain’t never seen a winged horse before, have ya?”

“They’re hideous,” Lyra said.

Brent nodded in agreement. The horses were smaller and more portly than most equines, with short, bristled manes that stood straight up. In fact, they looked more like winged donkeys than horses, though Thistle never would have said so aloud. Instead of being offended by Lyra’s statement, Carson only chuckled.

“Tha’s what most people say, but I love watchin’ them, ‘specially when they’re flyin’.”

He started down the path again, and Thistle had to hurry to match his long strides. They followed the stream for nearly two miles, and by the end of it Thistle was fighting a stitch in her side. The vegetation thinned the further down the path they went. At first it was hardly noticeable, but once they were nearer their destination it was easy to see where great swaths of dirt had been scraped away, revealing the stone that lay beneath. What trees managed to take hold had their roots exposed open air after years of erosion. The path the group walked was one of many coming from all directions. Some were wide enough for two men to walk abreast while others were narrow bands of packed earth, but all were packed flat from a thousand footsteps and led to the heart of the springs.

“It’s th’ lick,” Carson said without prompting. “Just ‘bout everything that lives in th’ Hills come down for the minerals th’ springs bring to the surface. They dig up the ground t’ get it.”

“There’s nothing here now,” Brent said under his breath. “Gives me the heeby-jeebies.”

Lyra chuckled. “You scared?”

Thistle found herself agreeing with Brent. The spring was silent save for the bubbling water and their own footsteps. She noticed for the first time that there were no birds chirping insects buzzing or any other noise that she’d long learned to associate with wild places.

“An’ here we are,” Carson said quietly. “Now if you ‘scuse me, I’m gonna step back for a bit afore I get sick.”

Thistle couldn’t blame him. Before she even saw it the stench almost made her gag. Tucked behind a large boulder, just out of sight from the main path, were the remains of a winged horse. Blood pooled under the carcass, bloated and rotting in the midday sun. Thistle noticed immediately that the poor beast’s wings had been torn off and were nowhere to be seen.

Lyra paused and took a deep, steadying breath. “Well, time to earn our money.”

Brent nodded, and Thistle had to force herself to take a closer look. The horse’s throat had been slashed all the way to the bone. Another deep laceration stretched from sternum to groin, like it had been attacked by the world’s largest dissection scalpel. Either wound would have been fatal, but here were more crisscrossed along its back and hindquarters, over a dozen in total. Some were shallow, hardly more than scratches against the horse’s tough hide. Others pierced through thick belts of muscle and bone.

“Doesn’t look like it put up too much of a struggle,” Lyra said thoughtfully. She walked a slow circle around the dead horse. “I’m not seeing any sign of an attacker.”

“Where’d the wings go?” Brent asked.

“They’re gone?” Carson called from where he was standing. He sounded surprised.

“Where they here earlier?”

“I…I dunno,” Carson said. “I didn’t get a good look. When I saw him lying there earlier I bolted.”

“Her,” Thistle corrected softly. “It’s a female.” She took a few tentative steps forward, careful to avoid the worst of the blood, and pulled back the horse’s lips. They were worn and yellow. “And old,” she added, pulling her hand away as quickly as she could.

“An old horse isn’t going to be able to fight back,” Brent said. “A lot of predators go after weak prey.”

“Whatever it was, I bet they had claws,” Lyra said. “It looks like it’s been butchered.”

Thistle was examining the wounds on the horse’s back. As Lyra said, they were deep and clean. Almost too clean. Surely there should have been more blood coming from them? She was about ready to voice he observation to the others when a dark shadow passed overhead.

“What the…?” Brent’s curse was cut short as he looked up. His jaw dropped with an almost audible thud.

The dark shadow swooped over them again, closer this time, and Thistle grabbed her hood as a stiff breeze threatened to blow it off. She heard Brent draw his sword, and then the harsh cadence of Orcish.

Lyra whistled softly. “Now there’s a #^$&!@ winged horse.”

Thistle raised her head and gasped. Not fifteen feet away a large stallion stood, pawing impatiently at the ground. Its mane and coat were a dull red, and its wings glittered like copper in the sun. On its back sat a scrawny orc, who almost seemed too small to be seated on such a huge creature.

“Who the &*!! are you?” Brent demanded.

The orc slid off the horse’s back and landed nimbly on the ground. He was only a few inches taller than Thistle and extremely thin for his race, though his skin was the dark green of a pureblood. He addressed Brent in the same irate tone, again in Orcish.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Brent said. “You’re going too fast. I have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Brent speaks Orcish?” Thistle whispered to Lyra.

“A little,” she answered. She didn’t take her eyes off this new intruder, her bow ready in hand. “Hey Bean Pole, do you have any idea who this chump is?”

Thistle had almost forgotten Carson entirely. A quick glance told her that he was just as befuddled as the rest of them. “No, ma’am. Ain’t got no orcs ‘round these parts.”

The orc let out a frustrated growl that made him look strangely petulant. Thistle guessed he was younger than Brent. “You no belong here,” he said, enunciating each word carefully to compensate for his heavy accent. “Not your job.”

“Like &*!! it’s not!” Brent snapped. “I don’t know who you are, but we’ve been hired by the city to find out what’s killing these horses.”

The stallion tossed his head, his ears pinned back flat. Thistle didn’t know if the smell of blood was bothering it or Brent’s tone, but she wasn’t about to take any risks. “Maybe we should—“

She was cut off by a resounding crack and a blinding flash of light. Thistle’s skin tingled with the outpouring of magical energy. The winged horse let out a shrill whinny and reared up on its hind legs. The young orc ducked around hooves the size of dinner plates to grab the beast’s reigns, and when the dust cleared there was an elf and a human standing in the clearing.

“What the ever-loving %&#* is going on?” Lyra demanded, her bow raised. “Identify yourselves!”

“Watch your tone, girl,” the elf said. He was an attractive man, tall and broad-shouldered with hair the color of corn silk, but a sneer twisted his handsome features into something hateful and mean. He wore leather armor with a house crest stamped over the chest and metal bracers on each wrist. Twin knives hung from his belt, not yet drawn from their sheaths. “You address Rhys Taliesen of the mercenary guild. Now lower your weapons before I report you for interfering with my hunt.”

“Your hunt?” Lyra said incredulously even as she lowered her bow. “Orrig was hired for this job. We’re his subcontractors.”

Carson stepped forward, his hands raised in goodwill. “Er, the lady’s right. Their boss is with the mayor now figurin’ out paperwork.”

“And who might you be?” Rhys asked, turning piercing green eyes on Carson. “The local color?”

“For your information, he’s our guide and consultant for this case,” Lyra said. “So you can go suck an egg.”

The third member of their party laughed silently behind a hand. He was the most unassuming of them all, a human of average height and build. He had a round, pleasant face that wore an expression child-like innocence – an expression that was magnified a hundredfold by the widest, bluest eyes Thistle had ever seen.

He was also the one to cast the difficult, energy-intensive Teleportation spell. The air was so thick with residual magic that Thistle could almost taste it, with the mage at its center.

Rhys shot him an ugly glare, before forcing a look of nonchalance. “I should have known better than to expect civilized conversation with an ouvrière.”

The significance of the word was lost on Thistle, but clearly it struck a nerve. The color left Lyra’s face, and she stiffened as if she’d been slapped. Tense seconds passed, and Thistle waited for her to shout or storm off or to let the temper get the better of her. But for the first time since they’d met Lyra was speechless.

“As I was saying,” Rhys continued, his lips curling into a victorious smirk, “this is our hunt. There was an administrative error, and the request was sent to your leader instead of to me. My team works out of Crossroads, and if we had made it two days ago as we ought this would not have happened.”

The elf gestured vaguely to the mutilated horse before turning his attention to Carson. “I apologize for my tone,” he said, bowing slightly, “but correcting this error has been most vexing. I would be much obliged for your cooperation going forward.”

Carson looked from Rhys to Lyra and back again. “Uh…”

“Hold on!” Brent interrupted. He stepped in front of Lyra, as if shielding her. “You can’t just waltz out here and tell us what to do. We answer to Orrig, so why don’t you get off your high horse and wait for him to get here.”

While he spoke, Thistle inched closer to Lyra. She wanted to say something to comfort her, but she didn’t know what to say that would help.

“Poor choice of metaphor, half-breed” Rhys said. Sharp eyes assessed Brent from head to toe, his gaze lingering on his scuffed, well-worn armor. “I’ll say it once more to get it through your thick skull: You have no right to be here. Mum, the requisition please.”

Lyra was trembling, but it wasn’t with fear. Her face was contorted in barely-suppressed fury that somehow went beyond her normal outbursts of temper. Every muscle was coiled tight, like a panther waiting to strike, and she had a white-knuckled grip on her bow. A cold sweat broke on Thistle’s forehead when she realized that Brent wasn’t protecting Lyra from Rhys, but Rhys from Lyra.

She didn’t know what would happen if Lyra attacked a sanctioned member of the mercenary guild, and she got the feeling that she didn’t want to find out.

With a snap of the fingers, the mage Conjured a piece of paper that Rhys snatched out of thin air. Even at a distance Thistle could make out the guild’s insignia stamped at the bottom of the page. “Now if you would please exit the premises, my team has quite a bit of work to do before dusk.”

“Lemme see that,” Brent said, stomping over to Rhys’s group.

The air crackled with power. Thistle’s head snapped up in alarm. “Brent, wait!”

It was too late. Rhys crossed his arms in front of him as Brent approached. Runes etched in the bottom of his bracers glowed red. There was another thunderous crack, and Brent was thrown backward, nearly landing in the dead horse’s blood.

The noise spooked the crimson horse, and the young orc was once again preoccupied with keeping his stallion under control. He shouted something in Orcish that was ignored. The mage only looked amused. He stood unaffected by the force field, his hands in his pockets.

Lyra let out a string of curses so foul that Thistle was embarrassed for her. She threw her bow aside and coiled to leap at Rhys, pushing Thistle away when she tried to stop her. Thistle stumbled into Carson and nearly fell over while Brent rubbed his forehead.

“That was ^$&*@#& uncalled for!” Lyra shouted. “He wasn’t going to attack you, you *&@#*(@ but you better believe I &$^#@+& will!”

“Lyra, stop!” Thistle said desperately. She disentangled herself from Carson and planted herself in front of the enraged elf. Her heart pounded in her chest when Lyra glared at her murderously, and she wanted to melt into a puddle under the sheer intensity of her rage. It seemed like a tossup whether Lyra would bull through Thistle and attack Rhys or not, but if there was even the tiniest chance of getting her to stand down then Thistle owed it to her to try.

“Fighting isn’t going to solve anything,” Thistle said, her voice trembling only a little. “I-I know he’s a jerk, but we are on a job. Orrig told us not to fight, and I know he meant you and Brent but I think this fits under the same general principle. He’ll met us out here once he gets things figured out with the mayor. We’ll sort through everything then.”

Thistle knew she was rambling, but Lyra didn’t move so she must have been doing something right. She made herself to look Lyra in the eye. There was anger there, yes, but Thistle thought she saw hurt as well. There was something familiar in that. Lowering her voice so only Lyra could hear, she said, “Don’t let him win.”

“I would listen to the girl,” Rhys said, a dangerous note of warning in his voice. His arms were still crossed, and a pale red force field formed a protective bubble around his body. Even if she wanted to, there was no way for Lyra to land a hit.

Lyra ground her teeth even as the fight left her body. “Fine. But I &$^#@#&+ swear that I see his punk @** when I’m off the clock…”

Finally assured that Lyra wasn’t going to do anything foolish, Thistle ignored the profanity filled, anatomically impossible tirade that followed and rushed over to Brent. He was still rubbing his head, and she could already see a bump forming just below his hairline. A tremendous amount of energy had to be stored in those bracers to throw someone of Brent’s size like that. The spell was similar to the one she had used against the Greater Drath, with an added explosive component that added offense with defense.

That was a lot of spellwork for steel to hold. More likely than not there was a gemstone in the bracers to store the extra energy until it needed to be released. Even if it was only a semi-precious stone the cost of crafting alone would have been at least thirty gold. If Rhys had that much money to waste on magical bracers then there was a good chance that his daggers were enchanted as well.

“Are you okay?” Thistle asked quietly.

“Yeah, but what the &#!! is wrong with that guy?! I just wanted to look at his papers!”

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Thistle felt her blood curdle in her veins while Brent scrambled to his feet. Approaching them was Orrig, and he was as angry as Thistle had seen. But he wasn’t the one who spoke. That honor went to the one walking beside him, a human woman that Thistle guessed was in her mid-thirties, with grey streaking her black hair and a sharp, almost haggard look to her features. She walked with a pronounced limp, and leaned heavily on a dark wooden cane with each step.

Rhys lowered his arms, and the force field flickered out of existence. “I am trying to investigate what is killing the winged horses of the Salt Rock Hills. I take it you’re Orrig?” he asked, ignoring the woman entirely. “Remove your employees immediately and I won’t report you to the guild for interfering with a sanctioned hunt. Or better yet, fire them. I could find better in a gutter.”

Orrig’s expression never changed, but it was as if the temperature dropped twenty degrees. Either Rhys didn’t notice or he didn’t care. He lifted his head haughtily. “And I think an apology is in order. Your mutt as good as attacked me, and the elf would have had the hooded one not voiced sense.”

Though she wasn’t the one being insulted, Thistle couldn’t help but wince. Brent bristled indignantly, and if not for Orrig’s holding her back Thistle thought Lyra would have launched herself at Rhys, regardless of consequence. The seconds stretched out painfully as Orrig gauged the situation. Finally he nodded.

“I agree.” Orrig turned to the woman with the cane. “I very sorry. Vill leave immediately. Ve not here to stir up problem.”

“No offence taken,” the woman said faintly. Her gaze was fixated on the dead horse, and she had gone very white.

“Hmm. Brent, Lyra, Thistle, ve go now.”

There was another pause when no one seemed quite sure what they were supposed to do next. Rhys’s mage was the first to realize that the elf was not going to get his apology, and his shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. A pink blush dusted across Rhys’s cheekbones, and his fists clenched. It was through gritted teeth that he said to the woman, “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of an introduction. My name is Rhys Taliesen, licensed mercenary. These are my subcontractors, Mum and Rizaek.”

“What the ^$&# kind of name is Mum?” Lyra muttered sullenly.

She didn’t mutter quietly enough. Orrig shot her a sharp, disapproving look, and Thistle was sure only the presence of outsiders stayed his tongue. Worse yet, a smug, supercilious smile spread across Rhys’s face.

“I personally think it’s perfectly fitting for a mute, not that it’s any of your business.” He turned again to the woman who had arrived with Orrig. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I am the one who was hired to hunt the beast that’s been terrorizing your countryside.”

Through the exchange the woman’s lips had pursed into an almost invisible line, and her slate-grey eyes were as hard and cold as ice. Thistle could sense a power in her, much fainter than what radiated from Mum, and was certain that she was also a mage. “It’s not my countryside. My name is Isla Clark, and I worked under Marco Russo. I’m here to help you find the monster that killed him.”

#The Monster of the Salt Rock Hills #Daughter of the Lilies #DotL #Fanfiction #fanfic #creative-type writes

[anghraine]

I think autistic self-advocacy is really important and that it's important to connect our experiences, help each other as much as we can, etc.

But it's also important to remember that this is a spectrum and our experiences and traits are not necessarily the same. There are a ton of "helpful" posts directed at fellow neurodivergent people that include some variant of "and don't say you can't because you're autistic or whatever, I know better because I'm autistic and I can do [thing]."

Being autistic does not mean that you have a perfect knowledge of what any and all autistic people can and cannot do. You can have common experiences and qualities with other autistic people without knowing everything there is to know about their capacities and their lives. It's one thing to share things that have helped you; it's quite another to dictate the terms of strangers' lives to them just because you're both on the spectrum.

#anghraine babbles #anghraine rants #rare breed of attack unicorn

[queerfoxprince]

Personal opinons

Everybody should be equals no matter their place of birth, skin, religon, sexuality or gender.

Forcibly choosing certain people *cough cough* caitlyn jenner *cough* as the image of transgender folks. Its not a good look. Please just listen to us.

You dont need to understand someone to respect them. I dont understand religon. Its not my thing but i still respect those that belive diffrently to me. Not that hard. If someone says they are a rainbow unicorn you dont need to understand them just respect their wishes even if it sounds ridiculous to you.

Animal rights organizations are known to fake footage (pay people to torture animals or do it themselves) they also routinely steal peoples pets *cough* peta *cough*. They arent worth supporting.

Animals dont need rights. They cant do anything for them. That and its alot to ask. Instead i prefer animal welfare which should always be encouraged to be improved on. That does help animals as it means they get better care instead of just a piece of paper.

Support small shelters. They usually do want to help animals and arent in it for money.

Throwing away old furs is more disrespectful. Either find a new home for them or donate them to someone caring for wildlife.

Fake fur or vintage furs arent promoting furs nor are you giving the people who kill animals money by buying them. *hint for the ar folks*

Fake fur is worse for the enviroment than real fur but no animals get killed for it directly.

Fur farms can be humane if ran correctly. While fur is uneeded people will always buy it. Everything from the animal gets used. Their feces and urine are sold for studies or as hunting scents any scrap fur such as tails are now days typically sold and thei meat is often given to zoos.

Most zoos help conservation. Every time ive been I've seen happy healthy animals. Most of which are captive bred and wouldn't survive a day in the wild. Especially the endangered ones which would be extinct otherwise.

If you change your mind on your gender or sexuality its A OK as its just you working things out.

Guns dont kill people. People do. While having heavier gun restrictions and less guns may have less gun deaths overall i think the level of deaths would stay the same. (i often see people lying about americas gun system ar-15 arent full automatic and they do check for criminal record) America needs better mental health care. People need help and arent getting it. Theres also the whole thing of violance being imbodied into culture.

This is more australia specific (my own country) but alot of folks here act like boat people get given things for free their whole life. On the goverments own webpage it explains that they get a helping hand for a months with a payment that anyone lookinh for work can get. They also get given only a small unit to live in for a few months that they still need to pay rent for.

Tropy hunting is something i dont like and find distasteful but you can dislike something and agree that its needed. It funds protection for endangered species for animals in places like africa. People dont have it great there and often loose livestock from wildlife. They also typically only kill old ones or ones that are causing problems (like older male elephants killing others babies)

Snares are cruel

Leg traps can be humane if checked often. (Animal will still be stressed so im not super keen)

Hunting with dogs is cruel unless the dog is only luring them out. Letting the dog maul any animal is akin to dog fighting in my opinon

Hunting for food is ok.

Dont shoot unless it will kill instantly. (Especially with archery there's more room for error)

Predator hunting dosent work well depending on species. Apex predators usually control their own populations. Kill one fox and more will move in and breed making five more little problems. Lock up chickens in secure pens, get alert dogs or alarm sensors. If possible lock up lambs and calves in a barn. If larger animals are attacking you are better off making a good high fence. It'll cost less than losing your stock for years and shooting animals will in the long run.

Men have it as bad as women just in diffrent ways. Espeically when it comes to custody of children and mental health support. Men get raped at the same rate as women if not higher and it rarely gets reported due to stigma around it.

Media lies about alot of things or take things out of context or just blow things up. Take articles with a grain of salt and dont use them for a political argument or whatever unless you know for a fact they are acurate.

Taxidermy is respectful to animals as you are trying to make them as close as you can to being alive.

Breeding animals is ok so long as the sole reason isnt for profit and that you try to find good owners and give them the best of care.

Adoption is great but its not for everyone. People dont know what they are getting with adopted dogs and they may be dangerous or not suitable to their household or simply the animal they want just isnt in shelters. My own dog is adopted and i love him to death. He is the best boy.

Prong collars can be humane just so long as they are used correctly same with shock collars as long as they arent powerful.

Choke collars are inhumane and most of the time dont stop a dog pulling. You are just going to do pernament damage to their brain, lungs and neck.

Drug users need to not be fined or imprisoned when they try to get help. Many are scared of this and never get help. Its not helping the drug epidemic by locking everyone up. Get them help.

Prison is to help rehabilitate people back into society. Not to punish them. Or atleast thats how i think it is.

Telling people to kill themselves or saying you want to kill them over harm they have done to other beings is bad. Its the same as what they do. Dont stoop so low.

Also hugs always help people :3

Just my personal opinons. You can have diffrent ones to me i dont really care tbh. People can get along with diffrent opinons. Mine change yearly basically lol. Basically just be nice to everybody is my motto. You dont know what is going on in their life.

#opinons #personal opinons #politics #animals #animal rights #animal welfare #trapping #hunting #media #media lies #fuck the media #adoption #drugs #taxidermy

[spiritionary]

Fae Facts - Refactored

So I caught wind of a discussion of “Fae facts” that were listed on the web, and what was true and what was not on it, and I’ve decided to write an article about it from the fae perspective…

‘Fae’ range from anything like goblins and imps to the little pixies with the wings that everyone associated with fairies to the seven-foot tall members of the royal courts. some even consider the banshee to be fae. (also trolls, gnomes, elves, djinn, dwarves, leprechauns, will-o-wisps, etc.)

Partially true.  There are actually many more fae than mortals can imagine.  There are fae unicorns (though not all unicorns are fae), merfolk are fae, there are some mortal species that can become partially fae (like changelings) and there are fae that no mortal has ever even heard of.  Additionally other cultures have fae under other names and courts, such as yokai, spirits (tho not all spirits are fae), and others.  Fae exist all over the world, in different cultures, with different names, and often their own Courts.

Some think the fae are evil, some think they are fallen angels, but most are considered to be a chaotic neutral force. some might call this ‘whimsically evil.’

False.   Angels/Demons and fae are not related.   We generally come from nature or Faerie, and the angels and demons are created directly by a divine being for a purpose.  Also our ‘alignments’ are all over the map, just like mortals.

Honey makes them drunk.

Mostly False.  Honey is the base for honey mead.   Honey mead is the base for Faerie wine.  Honey has more of an ‘effect on us’, but it doesn’t generally make us drunk.   We however do make the Best Wine fron it.  

Iron poisons them, as it does many magical beings.

True.  Almost all the fae I know have some reaction to iron.

Some were-creatures were probably just fae in disguise, since fae can assume any form.

Somewhat true.  Not all fae can shapeshift, but some were-creatures are fae.  Not all fae that can shapeshift can take any form, but some can.  I can’t take the form of a human (at least as fae), and the number of animals I can turn into… well that’s not unlimited either, but it is alot.   Also fae shapeshifters usually have a base form that they prefer.  Sometimes that is called their ‘sleeping form’ because some can’t maintain it when they sleep.

They sometimes lure humans with music that makes them want to follow and dance. They have to dance for what feels like a year and a day but it’s actually only seconds.

False.  This is the other way around, please see my article on faerie rings.  If you enter a faerie ring, and dance for a day, when you exit (on average) a year will have passed.   If you have danced with the fae in one of these rings for a year and a day, don’t return to Earth as you’re already dead there.

True names of the fae have power over them. they often use aliases when dealing with non-fae.

True.  

Some people are gifted with fae sight, which allows them to see the fae and also sometimes peeks into the future through their dreams.

Partially true.   Except that those people who have ‘fae sight’ are usually partially fae themselves.   Also it gives no insight into the future.  However they are easily able to travel to Faerie in their dreams.

Cats hate the fae, and the fae hate them back.

False.  Some fae ride cats around.   Some fae become cats, particularly when they want to become a witches’ familiar.  Pixies have the most trouble with cats, because cats think they are moths and chase them around. But in general, the cats just want to play, and are not hated by pixies for this.

Iron horseshoes over the door can act as a fae deterrent.

Partially true.  Also other things can deter fae, like salt.   Why would you want to do this?

They sometimes kidnap human children and leave their own children or elderly behind. these are called changelings.

True.  It still happens today.   Additionally some fae end up incarnated into mortal bodies, by choice, obligation or force.  These are also considered changelings.  In a society that denies fae exist for the most part, those changelings may not know about their true nature right away.  Changelings and faekin are functionally similar.

Fae are generous with gifts, especially for polite people, but prefer gifts in return.

True.  But should this be considered unusual?

That being said, better to avoid accepting gifts.  You probably don’t have enough to pay them back. By saying ‘thank you,’ you acknowledge that a gift was given and that you now owe something in return.  Being indebted to the fae = bad time.

Partially true.   Often mortals do not understand the value of what is given.  It will help, if you are going to ask a fae for something, to have the payment already in hand.   Then we will know how much of it you want in advance.

Fae can’t lie, but truth and honesty aren’t always the same.

Partially false.  Fae can lie, we usually won’t.  Not only are lies draining to maintain, but why would we bother?  I don’t lie.

Asking for a favor will cause offense. Make it seem like it’s their idea to help you.

Partially true.  Don’t just come to us to ask for favors all the time, what would you think about another mortal that did this?

Most things offend them, actually.

Mostly untrue, although the idea that mortals think everything offends us, is offensive…

Some fae can smell a lie. there’s no way of knowing which ones unless they tell you.

True.   Actually most of us can tell when we’re being lied to.  But again is this unusual?

Fae use ‘glamour’ to hide their appearance or habitations around humans. ‘Glamour’ can be gifted for use by humans.

True.   Also you all can learn glamour on your own if you put some effort into it.

It’s better for fae to have half-breed children than no children at all, so relationships with humans are fine. It just rarely works out fine for the human.

Partially true.  There are plenty of fae changelings in the mortal realm, even today.  But there is very little reason it can’t work out fine for mortals to have these children.  

Iron, salt, and bread (any kind) will ward fae away. so will rowan and hazel.

Partially true.  Iron, yes; Salt, conditionally yes; Bread, no; Rowan, yes;  Hazel, no.

Rowan and iron will ward most bad things away, actually.

And I guess good things too.   I don’t like where some of these facts are going.

Ringing church bells at dawn and dusk will drive fae and/or changelings from your village.

Mostly false.  Though most of us aren’t a big fan of churches.

Alternately, cream and butter and cakes (not bread!!) will attract them.

? … Well I like cream and butter and cakes.   There’s nothing wrong with bread.   What were people putting in their bread back in the old days?

They have many names. fair folk, the good people, the gentry, the wee folk. my favorite is the good neighbors.

True.  And even more names than that.   Humans have 1100 distinct languages and a word for us in most of them.

There are places where the veil between worlds is thinner, and these places see more fae. Ireland is said to be one. transient places (crossroads and bus stops etc.) are said to be another.

True.  Also see ‘liminal spaces’.

Musicians are often taken to their world. they may come back but they won’t be the same.

Partially true.  Sometimes mortals wander into our world, attracted to what we’re doing.  Sometimes musicians hear the music and come.   If you come to Faerie long enough, you’ll become fae.  It can’t be helped.   But there’s really no discrimination.

Adder stones (also called hag stones, witch stones, snake eggs, adderstanes) can reveal fairy or witch traps if seen through the hole in the stone. You can’t trick an adder stone.

Probably true.  Though this presumes the fae and witches set traps for humans in the first place…

The fae are highly sexed. Orgies are common.

Mostly true.  There are exceptions as always.  The fae tend to love first and ask questions later.  We can fall in love immediately with someone with a spirit that attracts us.   We don’t need your ‘spin-up’ time.

Random body pains were attributed to the fae. this was called elf shot.

Mostly false.  Random body pains can be attributed to any type of magick, energetic or psionic attack.  Check your shields.

Tangled hair in the morning was also considered their fault. this was called elf locks.

Usually false.  Though pixies playing in your hair at night is not unheard of.

Consumption (tuberculosis) was attributed to the fae as well, for forcing young men and women to dance all night.

False.  I think this goes without saying.

Basically if you were sick and there was no cure, blame the fae.

LOL.  Mortals blame everything on everything but themselves…

Alchemists sometimes called on certain fae to assist them. No word on how well this worked out for them.

True.  So do witches.  So do other types of magick practitioners.  Sometimes we even teach things.  It worked out well for most.  It depends on whether you want to learn our arts or just depend on us to do our arts for you.  Don’t be lazy.

Millers were thought to be ‘no canny,’ which means in league with the fae, owing to their ability to control elements. (fire in the kiln, water for the burn, wind for the mill, general control of machinery)

Mostly true.   Except any practitioner of any trade can have a relationship with the fae in their work.  The closer to nature you work, however, the more you can expect the fae to be involved.

If you know a fae’s true name, you can summon them at any time to do your bidding. But this is a double edged sword. If they learn your true name, they enslave you right back, and the things they do would be far worse than anything you could think of.

Partially true.   No right-minded fae is going to give you their true name.  If you find it out, however, and never abuse that power, no harm no foul.   If you begin to abuse it, though, then it’s only prudent to learn yours and get you to stop.  Most of the people who have formed the foundation of this ‘fact’ abused a fae’s name.

Some myths have lesser fae paying a tithe (a tiende) to their royals. Some myths have them paying this tithe directly to hell.

Partially true. Some Courts have taxes. I mean, castles don’t defend themselves and if courts don’t have reasonable resources to solve the Big Problems then the Court doesn’t really work.  This being said, we bear no association with the mortal concept of Heaven or Hell and we certainly do not send energy or mammon to their leadership.

Mortal midwives were sometimes summoned to the fae realm to assist in the birth of another kidnapped mortal woman.  They sometimes offer an ointment for use on the baby. if the midwife uses it herself, she will gain fae sight.

Partially true.  She will become partially fae.   Hopefully that’s what she was going for. If you’re going to do this, at least split it between you and the baby.   Why would you want to hurt the baby?

Lesser fae can die or be killed.  To witness one of these funerals is bad omen.

Partially true.  Its pretty hard to truly kill a ‘lesser fae’.  Even changelings spirits will return to Faerie.  It’s not impossible though.  If you’re witnessing one of these funerals, you’re probably already fae.  Take that as you will.

Credit and references are given to the following sites for being the source of this list:

https://faerielore.tumblr.com/post/162470095402/starbiter-some-fae-facts-from-lore-pt-2-pt-1

http://starbiter.tumblr.com/post/157281741328/some-fae-facts-from-lore-fae-range-from-anything

~ @alynnafoxie

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[scarreddreams]

Mentions of dragons in Redmayne’s audiobook of Fantastic Beasts

“...27 species, ranging in size from dragons to bundimuns, would be hidden from muggles to create the illusion that they had never existed outside the imagination.”

“...All the British readers will remember the Ilfracombe incident of 1932, when a rogue Welsh Green dragon swooped down upon a crowded beach full of sunbathing muggles. Fatalities were mercifully prevented by the brave actions of a holidaying wizarding family...”

“...Note: When an area of land has been made Unplottable, it is impossible to chart of maps. Some of these areas must be kept under constant wizarding supervision. For example, dragon reservations. While unicorns and merpeople are only too happy to stay within the territories designated for their use, dragons will seek any opportunity to set forth in search of prey beyond the reservation borders.”

“...Dragon. Ministry of Magic Classification: XXXXX. Probably the most famous of all magical beasts, dragons are among the most difficult to hide. The female is generally larger and more aggressive than the male, though neither should be approached by any but highly skilled and trained wizards. Dragon hide, blood, heart, liver, and horn all have highly magical properties but dragon eggs are defined as Class A Non Tradable goods. There are 10 breeds of dragon, though these have been known to interbreed on occasion, producing rare hybrids. Purebred dragons are as follows: Antipodean Opaleye The Opaleye is native of New Zealand, though it has been known to migrate to Australia when territory has become scares in its native land. Unusually for a dragon, it dwells in valleys rather than mountains. It is of medium size, between 2 and 3 tons. Perhaps the most beautiful type of dragon, it has iridescent, pearly scales, and glittering, multicolored, pupilless eyes, hence its name. This dragon produces a very vivid scarlet flame, though by dragon standards it is not particularly aggressive, and will rarely kill unless hungry. It’s favorite food is sheep, though it has been known to attack larger prey. A spate of kangaroo killings in the late 1970s were attributed to a male Opaleye ousted from his homeland by a dominant female. Opaleye eggs are pale gray and may be mistaken for fossils by unwary muggles.  Chinese Fireball Sometimes known as LionDragon. The only Oriental dragon has a particularly striking appearance. Scarlet and smooth scaled, it has a fringe of golden spikes around its snub snouted face, and extremely protuberant eyes. The fireball gained its name for the mushroom shaped flame that bursts from its nostrils when it is angered. It weighs between 2 and 4 tons, the female being larger than the male. Eggs are a vivid crimson speckled with gold, and the shells are much prized for use in Chinese wizardry. The fireball is aggressive but more tolerant of its own species than most dragons, sometimes consenting to share its territory with up to 2 others. The fireball will feast on most mammals, though it prefers pigs, and humans. Common Welsh Green The Welsh Green blends well with the lush grass of its homeland, though it nests in the higher mountains where a reservation has been established for its preservation. The Ilfracombe Incident notwithstanding (see introduction), this breed is among the least troublesome of the dragons, preferring like the Opaleye to prey on sheep, and actively avoiding humans unless provoked. The welsh green has an easily recognizable and surprisingly melodious roar. Fire is issued in thin jets. The welsh green’s eggs are earthy brown flecked with green. Hebridean Black Britain’s other native dragon is more aggressive than its Welsh counterpart. It requires a territory as much as 100 square miles per dragon. Up to 30 feet in length, the hebridean black is rough scaled with brilliant purple eyes and a line of shallow but razor sharp ridges along its back. Its tail is tipped by an arrow shaped spike and it has bat-like wings. The hebridean black feeds mostly on deer, though it has been known to carry off large dogs, even cattle. The wizard clan MacFusty, who have dwelled in the Hebrides for centuries, have taken responsibility for the management for their native dragons. Hungarian Horntail Supposedly the most dangerous of all dragon breeds, the hungarian horntail has black scales and is lizard-like in appearance. It has yellow eyes, bronze horns, and similarly colored spikes that protrude from its long tail. The horntail has one of the longest fire breathing ranges, up to 50 feet. Its eggs are cement colored, and particularly hard shelled. The young club their way out using their tails, whose spikes are well developed at birth. The hungarian horntail feeds on goats, sheep, and whenever possible, humans. Norwegian Ridgeback The Norwegian Ridgeback resembles the horntail in most respects, though instead of tail spikes it sports particularly prominent jet black ridges along its back. Exceptionally aggressive to its own kind, the ridgeback nowadays is one of the rarer dragon breeds. It has been known to attack most kinds of land mammal, and unusually for a dragon, the ridgeback will also feed on water dwelling creatures. An unsubstantiated report alleges that a ridgeback carried off a whale calf off the coast of Norway in 1802. Ridgeback eggs are black, and the young develop fire breathing abilities earlier than other breeds, between 1 and 3 months. Peruvian Vipertooth This is the smallest of all known dragons, and the swiftest in flight. A mere 15 feet or so in length, the peruvian vipertooth is smooth scaled and copper colored, with black ridge markings. The horns are short, and the fangs are particularly venomous. The vipertooth will feed readily on goats and cows, but has such a liking for humans that the International Confederation of Wizards was forced to send in exterminators in the late 19th Century to reduce vipertooth numbers, which had been increasing with alarming rapidity.  Romanian Longhorn The longhorn has dark green scales and long glittering golden horns with which it gores its prey before roasting it. When powdered, these horns are highly valued as potion ingredients. The native territory of the longhorn has now become the most important dragon reservation, where wizards of all nationalities study a variety of dragons at close range. The longhorn has been the subject of an intensive breeding program because its numbers have fallen so low in recent years, largely because of the trade in its horns, which are now defined as Class B Tradable Material.  Swedish Shortsnout The swedish shortsnout is an attractive, silvery-blue dragon whose skin is sought after for the manufacture of protective gloves and shields. The flame that issues from its nostrils is a brilliant blue, and can reduce timber and bone to ash in a matter of seconds. The shortsnout has fewer human killings to its name than most dragons, though as it prefers to live in wild and uninhabited mountainous areas, this is not much to its credit. Ukrainian Ironbelly The largest breed of dragon, the ironbelly has been known to achieve a weight of 6 tons. Rotund, it is slower in flight than the vipertooth or the longhorn. The ironbelly is, nevertheless, extremely dangerous, capable of crushing dwellings on which it lands. The scales are metallic gray, the eyes deep red, and the talons particularly long and vicious. Ironbellies have been subject to constant observation by the Ukranian wizarding authorities, ever since an ironbelly carried off a mercifully empty sailing boat from the Black Sea in 1799.”

#𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝔀𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓭 (ooc) #𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 (ref) #I'm constantly listening to this book on nights when I can't fall asleep #so if I find more I'll add to this

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

The Lazarus Effect. (A One Shot story. Warning, a rather long one!)

Darkness.

An all empty darkness was surrounding him. The noise muffled as he sat there in the silent darkness. Contemplating.

The sounds of battle above was there, but he could hardly hear it over the sounds of his own regretful failure.

He had failed. He had failed to stop this. And now, again. War had broke up, just because he couldn’t have stopped him.

Dave rose his head gently. Looking up at the cellar door he knew was there. He had taken cover after a hail of missiles had come at his direction. And he had to hide, because those missiles were more then his shield could take at the moment.

He winced softly as he looked down at his side, he knew, a severe bruise was there, he might have a cracked rib perhaps. Or it may simply be a sprain. He wasn’t sure.

He knew one thing though, he had to go back up there. Back to fight him.

Giving a soft sigh, and a wince as he rose back to his hooves, he lit his horn, revealing the dingy and small little cellar he was in, and of the box he had been sitting on. Next to it, a light armor set lay, discarded and thrown away while he had nursed his wound.

It would be a bitch to get it back on, but he did it. Ignoring the pain at his side, and gritting his teeth in frustration. Dave did what he had to do.

Back in his armor, and with everything he needed present. Gun, knives, and other gear he had with him, he took a deep breath, the war above still present. He looked up, and gave himself a firm set of his gaze, and he bent his legs, ready to take flight.

And with a flash of his horn, wood, dirt and stone flew from the place he had hidden and gathered his strength, he shot up into the air, flying to meet the advancing army of figures below.

A reptilian army he had no name for, nor cared to name. For they were only lackies. His lackies.

And he had to fight them. Or fly trough them. And he did. He did what he could.

Redirecting missiles, or simply deactivating them. All the while, advancing. Dodging enemy fire as it came in the forms of plasma and lasers. His weak protection wouldn’t stand up against that. So he had to dodge, or use shields, which he did rarely.

He fought his way to a plinth, far away from the front lines of fire, where a silver gray stallion stood, a mockery towards him by this man that stood before him.

His amber eyes stared with bemusement as he tsked softly at Dave.

“Oh dear.” He said in a soft, smooth voice. It was oily and charismatic, calm and bemused.

“I see you’ve returned Mechanic.” He tsked again, shaking his head softly. “I would think failing to stop me once made it quite clear. This isn’t going to end just yet.” He said, giving him a leering smile and chuckling at Dave’s glare.

“Come now, I told you before, and I will have to say it again. You are here to die Mechanic. It’s a very simple thing.” He said, giving him a grin as he stood up a bit taller. The two stallions were at almost even height. Though Lazarus was a bit shorter, and lankier then he.

Dave was still wary of him. As he had shown trough many attempts before. He was a worthy foe, even if he was young.

The two started to circle each other. Like two lions ready to do mortal battle. Sizing one another up as they got ready to fight.

All the while Dave stayed silent. He hadn’t dared speak, in case he lost control of his emotions. It was taking everything for him to stay calm, under control of his emotions.

But he wanted to rage at him. His blood was pumping in his ears, he had hardly listened to Lazarus, his mind going “The same old bullshit.” with the words he could barely hear.

Stopping finally, the two stared at one another. Lazarus seemed quite calm, the Unicorn only smiling at him as he waited.

A hair’s breath, then two.

And then it started. The two both formed magical swords, and they danced at each other.

Clashing, and swishing into the air as the two danced around each other. Trying to fight for purpose in their clash of swords. Dave kicked and rounded, while Lazarus dodged and stepped aside.

Both seemed to dance as they fought.

Trading blows and cuts. Making grunting and snarling noises.

Throwing curses and expletives at each other.

There seemed to be no giving ground.

The two had clashed swords. Now intently staring at one another, teeth gritted and bared, Dave snarled at him. It was bestial and feral. A sign that he was giving into his emotions.

This was what Lazarus wanted.

“You fool.” He sneered with victory as he gave a kick to a rushing Dave, the blow landing on his muzzle, making him yowl with pain, and start again, his eyes burning with hatred as he lost control of himself.

He wanted to kill him, to rip into him and tear his throat out with his teeth!

“You are nothing but a barbarian, that needs to be put down.” Lazarus said as he got ready to kick again, but, he was surprised to see Dave on top of him, ignoring the pain and going for his throat.

Snarling, Lazarus braced his legs around his throat, trying to push him away.

“See?” He said, unable to contain himself as he laughed at Dave’s ferality.

“Just a barbarian. Unable to see, what’s so obviously there.” He said as he snarled and stabbed something into Dave’s underbelly.

It was a small dagger, he twisted it, and a whine could be heard from Dave as he felt the steel dig deep into his side.

Blood gurgled from his throat as he looked down at Lazarus with hatred. “I’ll kill you.” He snarled at him. Blood spattering as he spit the words out, coating the silver gray stallion’s face with his blood, which made him only frown.

“Oh shut up and die already!” He snarled at him, and he manged to get leverage to kick him off, the dagger still embedded in his underbelly. Making Dave writhe in pain as he tried to get up.

“Fuck you!” He gurgled out as blood spat out of his mouth, and he charged again, ignoring his injuries, and they clashed again, but Dave found himself sliding on the ground, a gash again at his side now, and he was gasping with effort and pain.

“You are a stubborn fool Mechanic. You refuse to die, even when I stab you.” He said, and he lunged the sword at him, only to have it parried, if weakly by Dave.

“Force of habit, it’s in the family.” Dave said, laughter clear in his gurgling voice and breathing. He had clearly punctured his lung.

But still on he tried to fight. A malicious, and hateful smile on Dave’s muzzle.

“Come on, you fucking piece of shit!” Dave roared at him, and he gave his failing, weak body a final heave. Intending to use the last vestiges of his magic and strength, to create a beam that would pierce trough Lazarus, but he underestimated him and his abilities.

Lazarus had wanted him like this. To loose control over himself. To be angry, and to be blind sighted by what he had planned.

While the two had fought, and had so maliciously attacked one another. Lazarus had made a precaution.

A team of those lizard men were standing by, waiting for this exact moment. And when Dave had gone to strike, they pounced with their weapons.

Weapons that would kill Dave, and prevent him from regenerating.

And they did exactly that. The weapons, in their power. Did not only puncture. It burned, poisoned and irradiated his body. They fired and kept on, until their ammo clips had run dry. His body had jerked, his magic fizzled, and eyes widened in shock, pain and horror. Until those were blasted off as well.

Nothing existed of Dave but a large, meaty husk of what was barely discernible of a corpse. Giving a kick at his body, Lazarus smiled with triumph at last.

“Finally.” He said, his grown evident. “The half breed his dead. I am finally rid of him.” He said as he kicked at the barely knowable corpse of a stallion. Everything that made him recognizable was gone. The firing squad had been merciless and ruthless in their work of killing the stallion.

“Now come, let’s finish the degenerates here, and find his TARDIS. I want to destroy his ilk before they can breed more.” Lazarus snarled. And turned to leave, but before he did, he looked at the corpse, and then kicked it away, down into the ground, where it would be crushed, or eaten, or both. Whichever it was.

And finally left, to rid the world, as he saw it. Of any trace of Dave.

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Hello! Mod notes here! I want to point out, that yes, this is incredibly long. No, this is not canon! Dave is not dead! This is a one shot that is simply a view on how I want Lazarus to work, or at least how i see him currently to be in mannerism and progression, that can change.

It is a sample of how I can see him being in the ways of being cruel, devious, or smarter in some aspects.

Lazarus relies on “Lackies” as it were, to do his dirty work. And you can see how I portray that in this one shot.

If you have comments, or observations, please let me know!

[myth-lord]

CREATURES FROM MYTHIKA: C

CACTUS CAT (American Lumberjack Myth)(Plant/Beast)(Small/Medium)(Best Stat: Defense): Bizarre desert plants that became mobile after million years of evolution and become much like beast predators. Cacti Cat resemble small lynxes made entirely from cacti, larger variants are also known to exist and they add in feral weapons such as a dangerous hard head which they use to ram their prey and normal cacti with, they also grow a ball-like cacti on the end of their tails which they also use in battle. Cactus Cats feed on moisture and are very territorial, they also feed on blood and this makes them fierce enemies of the Chupacabra.

CAGN (African Myth)(Beast/Vermin)(Large)(Best Stat: Stealth): Mantis creatures the size of an Elephant, Cagn are named after a long lost God which created the first Mantis creatures on the planet. Cagn are very hostile creatures and eat everything they can catch with their enormous scythe-like arms. Cagn perfectly blend in with the landscape making them hard to spot for their prey. They prefer other magical vermin over other prey and for this reason some daring Warlocks use them as guardians in their magical gardens to get rid of pesky vermin.

CALEUCHE (Chilean Myth)(Construct/Possessed Object)(Gargantuan)(Best Stat: Speed): Pirate ships cursed by Davy Jones to endlessly sail the open oceans as Ghost Ships. Caleuche sail the oceans without a living crew and all the crew they have are ghosts which they use for assault only as it sails on its own, sometimes these constructs work together with powerful Draugh Captains, but it is mostly the Caleuche that is in control.

CAMAZOTZ (Mayan Myth)(Beast)(Medium/Large)(Best Stat: Speed): Intelligent, giant bat horrors that stalk the jungles and caves at night. Camazotz often work together with Nagual which enrich the bat’s bodies with all type of ritualistic runes and charms which give them special powers. Camazotz can control all other bat-like creatures they see with their sonar waves and you rarely fight one of these Bat “Gods’ alone. It is said that when a victim is bitten and escapes a Camazotz attack, the victim will eventually turn into a new Camazotz.

CARBUNCLE (South American Myth)(Fae/Beast/Chimerae)(Small)(Best Stat: Charisma): Cute looking fae beasts which share parts of rabbits, mice and armadillo’s. Carbuncles have beautiful rare gemstones growing on their forehead and these induce greed into any creature that sees it. Carbuncles can control minor emotions in their prey and feed on those emotions like a vampire feeds on blood, evil Carbuncle feed on negative emotions while gentle Carbuncles feed on happy emotions. Killing an Carbuncle and taking its Gemstone will give the wielder the ability to control minor emotions for a few hours before the gemstone turns to dust.

CASPILLY (Persian Myth)(Beast/Fish)(Large)(Best Stat: Defense): Enormous, monstrous lionfish creatures that stalk the reefs and oceans of the world, they have a long, thin unicorn-like horn on their heads which they use to impale whales and other sea creatures with so they can feast on the organs that bleed out. The poison in these fish spine-like fins is extremely potent and lethal causing victims to wither in pain before they die, the poison is said to even be lethal to ghosts and spirits.

CATOBLEPAS (Medieval European Myth)(Beast)(Large)(Best Stat: Strength): Monstrous bovine-like creatures that live in deep unpleasant swamps, they thrive in ugly, deadly and poisonous environment as few of their predators can stalk them there. Catoblepas eat poisonous plants, small poisonous creatures and other poisonous edibles to enhance their own poisonous gas which they can breathe out at their enemies and prey, elder Catoblepas have parts of their skulls visible as the violent poisonous gas even eats away at their own flesh. Vish Kanya are known to keep Catoblepas like cattle for their poisonous milk.

CENTAUR (Greek Myth)(Fae/Elf/Centaurid)(Large)(Best Stat: Speed): Peculiar creatures that are closely related to elves and have strong ties with wild natural magic. There are countless types of centaurs and while they are all called the same there are also centaurs with the lower bodies of giraffe, antelopes, stags, deer and other herbivorous beasts, but most common are the horse-bodied centaurs. Female centaurs are known as Anggitay and they are addicted to all types of gemstones and often form bandit bands to rob caravans from their treasures, while male centaurs form bands on the savannah or fields and live barbaric lives.

CERASTES (Medieval European Myth)(Beast/Reptilian)(Large)(Best Stat: Stealth): Very flexible sand snakes which hide and slide underneath the sands to stalk their prey, they use their rattle and four horns on their skull to get their prey’s attention, luring them into an ambush. Their poison turns victims extremely thirsty, so thirsty that when without water they slice open their own wrists and drink their own blood. Elder Cerastes are sometimes called Vritra and they bring aura’s which cause extreme drought.

CERBERUS (Greek Myth)(Demon/Beast)(Huge)(Best Stat: Strength): Very powerful hellhounds with three rabid heads. Cerberi are the ultimate guard dogs but they only serve evil creatures such as demons, they hate good alignment creatures and destroy them on sight. Elder Cerberi seem to lack a skin and their skinless bodies leak poisonous blood at all time. When teeth of an Cerberi fall to the ground they turn into Spartoi Skeletons that fight for the Cerberus until destroyed. As the ultimate guards the Cerberus block out teleport abilities so fleeing sometimes isn’t an option.  

CHARYBDIS (Greek Myth)(Aberration)(Huge)(Best Stat: Defense): Truly horrifying sea aberrations which creation is a mystery to most living creatures, they are probably the creation of an ancient Scylla or a long lost sea deity. While very huge the Charybdis rarely shows itself to its victims, preferring to attack ships from below or with their whirlpool powers and feast on the morsels that hit the water after they destroyed the ship. A Charybdis looks like a giant mutant sea isopod with powerful carapace which few harpoons can pierce and their maws are much like a lamprey, they use magic and their maws to create magical whirlpools with. Charybdis sometimes gather around a Scylla for some unknown reasons.

CHERUFE (Mapuche Myth)(Elemental)(Huge)(Best Stat: Defense): Said to be the will, mobility and voice of a living volcano these magma elementals demand sacrifices from close villages or cities, when their demands are not met in time they use their awesome abilities to cause minor eruptions. Cherufe can only be killed while they are outside lava, inside it they are practically invincible.

CHIMERA (Greek Myth)(Beast/Chimerae/Dragon)(Large)(Best Stat: Strength): Chimera were the very first breed of Chimerae that walked the earth, all chimerae species were created by Deities, Gods or worse. They are still one of the most powerful of the chimerae and their three heads (goat, lion, serpent) spread fear and chaos on the battlefield. The lion-like head will release roars which cause havoc, the goat-like head is extremely powerful and can burst through most walls with ease and the serpent-like tail-head can breathe poisonous flames onto its enemies. While Chimera are omnivorous they prefer meat and the lion-head seems to be the dominant head.

CHON CHON (Mapuche Myth)(Undead/Aberration)(Tiny)(Best Stat: Speed): Creatures born by a cruel curse, Chon Chon appear to be severed heads which ears turned into bat wings and which teeth turned into vile fangs. Chon Chon fly around in large swarms and drain creatures they find of all their blood. When they completely drained a person the victims head will tear itself from the body and becomes a new member of the swarm.

CHOUKESHIN SWARM (Japanese Myth)(Beast/Vermin/Fae/Swarm)(Tiny)(Best Stat: Charisma): Stunning and beautiful swarms of colorful, life-drinking butterflies. Choukeshin Swarms are created when a beautiful fae creature dies in pure agony and lots of ordinary butterflies live nearby, the butterflies gather around the corpse and macabre forces turn the butterflies into life-drinking horrors that attack any living creature in sight.  

CHRYSAOR (Greek Myth)(Humanoid/Beast)(Medium)(Best Stat: Defense): These boarmen are extremely greedy, ugly, envious and gluttonous, they crave wealth and status and everything they do is a competition to prove themselves better than other Chrysaor. They serve demon lords and Sinlords as commanders of armies, and their golden swords and whip-weapons make sure their minions follow their every command in battle or war. The first of these ugly creatures were spawn from the blood of a ugly long-forgotten deity, (Medusa in the myth, but not in Mythika) and when their own blood falls to the ground, swarms of golden scorpions will spawn from the blood, attacking anything they encounter. When you kill a Chrysaor, its vile heart will mutate into a large golden Scorpios monster that burst from the corpse and attacks the killer with a burning vengeance. The most powerful Chrysaor are fully glad in golden armor.

CHUPACABRA (Mexican Myth)(Aberration/Alien/Beast)(Small)(Best Stat: Speed): Chupacabra are blood-addicts and disease-batteries, each time they drink diseased blood they absorb the disease and spread it further with their bites, elder Winged Chupacabra have numerous diseases in their drool and while people often survive their attacks they will die later on one of the many diseases they received from the attack. Chupacabra are covered in spines and when solitary they only attack pets like cats, dogs and especially goats and livestock which gave them their name.  When hunting in groups however, they attack much bigger prey such as horses, humans and their most hated enemies the Cactus Cats.

CODRILLE (French Myth)(Dragon)(Huge)(Best Stat: Strength): Also known as Plague Dragons or Blight Wyrms, Codrille are living creatures but their diseased appearance makes many creatures think they deal with an Undead Dragon as their sick flesh appears undead. Their breath weapon spreads the most horrid of diseases and it is said that an advanced Codrille is used by the Horseman of Pestilence as flying mount.

COLOROBETCH (Belgian Myth)(Aberration/Bird)(Large)(Best Stat: Defense): Terrors of the frozen lands, these icy bird aberrations love pecking at cold flesh, they feed on frozen victims only. Their humanoid faces are very misplaced and so it is believed they were cursed, created or otherwise malformed. Ice shards grow randomly from their cold featherless bodies as if they pierced their way out of the flesh in some horrid manner.  Colorobetch are kept by the Snow Queen and fed with frozen victims often, they became loyal to her and will fight to the death protecting her.

CON RIT (Vietnamese Myth)(Beast/Vermin)(Large)(Best Stat: Defense): An early-game sea enemy, they are long beautiful colored sea centipedes with a nasty poisonous bite. They are often found near other sea monsters, scavenging on the leftovers that end up in the water. They can constrict small rowboats with their coils and flipper-like legs. They are pretty fast and can escape into the deep if battle goes against them. Con Rit often end up on beaches. They are also related to King Ragworms. Larger specimen are known as Skolopendra and they have both features of ragworms, centipedes and mantis shrimps.  

CU SITH (Scottish Myth)(Fae/Beast)(Large)(Best Stat: Charisma): Cu Sith are the favorite dogs and guardians of most Fae, they are loyal, always neutral and protect the natural world with a fierce bite and a multitude on special abilities. Cu Sith hate molesters of nature and will hunt them down and tear them apart with their fangs or magical drool that causes vines to grow inside flesh. Cu Sith drool will heal any plant creature and when it hits the soil a new plant will grow there. Cu Sith are dogs but they look a lot like wolves, plants seem to grow in their green pelts.

CUERO (Chilean Myth)(Aberration/Fish)(Large)(Best Stat: Stealth): Cuero are aberrations, they appear to be mutant freshwater stingrays and their hide is black and white which makes it look like a cow skin. Cuero hunt from the riverbeds, surprising creatures and humans that take water from the river or lake by engulfing them and choking them to death, then eat them. Cuero are unwanted guests for many other lake and river predators and battles between them and Abaia, Mishibizhiw and Ahuizotl aren’t rare. When killed they can be turned into a magic cloak that catches a high prize on the black market.

CURUPIRA (Brazilian Myth)(Fae/Gnome/Elemental)(Small)(Best Stat: Charisma): Curupira are obsessed with fire, the Pyromaniacs are addicted to it and love starting fires in human settlements. Whenever something is burning the bright red hair of a Curupira will set fire as well and they gain new abilities such as summoning walls of fire, throwing fireballs and causing fire to explode. All Curupira have backward pointed feet so they are almost untraceable for their unknowing enemies. Entire forests and jungles have been burned to the ground because of their love for fire, and even their own villages suffer from their addiction. Curupira are related to Barbegazi and other elemental gnomes.

CWN ANNWN (Welsh Myth)(Beast)(Medium)(Best Stat: Speed): Big fae dogs that appear to be large white Doberman dogs with bloody red ears. They run and hover through the forests at night searching for worthy prey to bring to their master the Wild Hunt. These hunting dogs are the most loyal pets of the Wild Hunt and everywhere he goes he always has several of them at his side. All Cwn Annwn in one pack share the same group-mind and soul, killing one of them turns the others stronger, until the last of them becomes a force to be reckoned with.

BOSSES:

Cacus (Roman Myth)(Guardian Giant of Elemental Fire) Cetus (Greek Myth)(Mother of all Sea Horrors) Cipactli (Aztec Myth)(Sinlord of Gluttony) Circe (Greek Myth)(Sorceress of Beasts)

FRIENDLY CREATURES:

Caladrius / Cambion / Cat Sidhe / Celedon / Cervitaur / Changeling / Charon / Chickcharney / Chrysomallus / Curnunnos / Cyclops / Cynocephaly

OTHER MONSTERS: (I like them but aren’t going to post them)

Cadejo / Cagrino / Calopus / Camahueto / Camulatz / Candileja / Capelobo / Cath Palug / Cecaelia / Ceffyl Dwr / Chaneque / Chichevache / Clurichaun / Colo Colo / Cuca / Cuelebre

@NOTE: All pictures found on GOOGLE PICTURES, not my own work, and mostly here to give an impression of what the creatures COULD look like.

If you see your own artwork and want it removed, just PM me about and I instantly remove it.

@NOTE 2: While all these creatures come from mythology, I gave my own spin to these creatures, many of these creatures don’t have the powers and abilities I gave them.

[indiscretus]

Magical Creatures in the Time of Newt Scamander

There seems to be a level of discrepancy over how magical creatures were handled in the United States during the time Newt Scamander would have been present, as well as the world at large. Using some direct quotes from the script, as well as one of the news headlines from the film, I’ve attempted to construct an idea of MACUSA’s laws, as well as the general world attitude towards beasts at the time.

BEAST OWNERSHIP― BAN CONTINUES IN U.S

“…we closed that guy down a year ago. We don’t allow the breeding of magical creatures in New York.”

“I’ve just completed a year in the field. I’m writing a book about magical creatures.” “Like― an extermination guide?” “No.  A book to help people understand why we should be protecting these creatures instead of killing them.”

“Rescue, nurture, and protect them, and I’m gently trying to educate my fellow wizards about them.”

Note that I have opted to omit lines spoken by GrindelGraves, as they primarily pertain to smoke screening the Obscurus as a beast, and while this would be useful to show that people are ignorant enough to believe him, I still find that to be fairly unreliable evidence given the whole mess surrounding him.

The first two quotes indicate strict legal guidelines regarding the ownership and breeding of creatures― namely, that it is not permitted at all, and wholly banned. That the ban on beast ownership is noted as continuing in a news headline implies it may be a recent development, as otherwise it wouldn’t exactly be news, however we can also probably safely assume this was put in place as a film device rather than some thing literal. The exact terms of this ban are unclear, however given America’s tendency to be very black-and-white about matters, at least in the muggle world, I feel it is safe to say that the law outright bans ownership of any magical creature. How this applies to partial magical creatures ( such as Crookshanks, who was part-Kneazel ) is unclear. If there are permits at all, it’s likely incredibly hard to get them, and increasingly difficult depending on the apparent threat level of the creature in question.

The latter two quotes imply a general sort of ignorance in the wizarding world at large, and a long-running animosity towards magical beasts. I say these apply on a worldwide level― or at least heavily in westernized communities outside America ( the likely gap between western and non-western wizarding cultures is a whole other meta I’ve nowhere near the time to research and fact-pull for at present, but I’m sure there’s some great ones out there already ) because if the fear of magical beasts were only a concern in America, Newt would have little reason to even be aware of it. We do also know that Newt specifically worked with Ukrainian Ironbellies during the war ( another meta concept that I desperately need to research and draw conclusions about, but about which there are apparently a number of existing metas to go read! ), which reinforces the idea that the full stop ban is likely something unique to America, or at least not in effect worldwide.

From this, I have developed a set of laws ( sans legal jargon, though I may update this later to make them seem fancy ) for England and the US which will be assumed to be in place during the Fantastic Beasts era on this blog.

America / Magical Congress of the United States of America

The ownership of any magical beast is strictly prohibited, and punishable by fines, and possibly short-term imprisonment, depending on the severity of the infraction.  

The breeding of any magical creature is strictly prohibited, and punishable by heavy fines and guaranteed short or long-term imprisonment, depending on the severity of the infraction. These penalties do stack with the penalties of ownership of magical beasts.

The possession, trade, or sale of any item or ingredient which comes from a magical beast requires a permit. Unlawful possession results in fines, while possession with intent to sell or trade results in fines as well imprisonment, and direct sale or trade will result in heavy fines and imprisonment.

Ownership or involvement with a magical beast that harms a witch or wizard is punishable by imprisonment, and possibly reparation fees to the witch or wizard that was injured. ( involvement could be as simple as being seen regularly providing food to a beast, or healing its injuries )

Ownership or involvement with a magical beast that harms a no-maj, or risks exposure of magic is punishable by imprisonment, possibly for life. ( again, involvement could be as simple as being seen regularly providing food to a beast, or healing its injuries )

Ownership or involvement with a magical beast that kills a witch or wizard is punishable by imprisonment for life.

Ownership or involvement with a magical beast that kills a no-maj, or creates an incident which threatens exposure of magic is punishable by imprisonment for life, or possibly death.

Offenses 5-7 coupled with malicious intent or intent to expose magic to no-majs is punishable by death.

In all cases, all magical beasts found within human ownership or territory will be put to death. 

Magical beasts in the wild are not protected, but are also only to be put to death if they encroach upon human territory, or if they attack a witch, wizard, or no-maj, or risk the statute of secrecy.

England / The Ministry of Magic

The ownership of magical creatures is restricted to the Ministry and Ministry-approved entities ( such as Hogwarts or Gringotts ), and to trainers / handlers with Ministry approval. Any creature not listed as Ministry approved ( , Dragons, Kneazels, Phoenixes, Thestrals, Unicorns, Winged Horses ) is banned outright ( It should be noted, however, that this law is not as strictly enforced as it is in other communities ). Ownership of a magical creature without Ministry approval is punishable by fine.

The breeding of magical creatures is restricted to only 

The possession, trade, or sale of any item or ingredient which comes from a magical creature requires a permit. Unlawful possession results in fines, while possession with intent to sell or trade, and direct sale or trade will result in heavy fines and potential imprisonment.

Ownership of a magical creature that harms a witch or wizard is punishable by imprisonment, and possibly reparation fees to the witch or wizard that was injured.

Ownership of a magical creature that harms a muggle or risks exposure of magic is punishable by imprisonment and heavy fines, as well as the possible confiscation of the owner’s wand or temporary house arrest.

Ownership of a magical creature that kills a witch or wizard is punishable by reparation fees, as well as the possible confiscation of the owner’s wand and guaranteed temporary house arrest, or possibly imprisonment for life.

Ownership of a magical creature that kills muggle or creates an incident which threatens exposure of magic is punishable by imprisonment for life, as well as the confiscation of the owner’s wand.

In all cases, all magical creatures found within human ownership or territory will be confiscated by the Ministry, and dealt with according to threat level.

Magical creatures in the wild are not protected, but are rarely interfered with outside of hunting.

The laws I’ve listed are, as I mentioned, rather rough, and certainly far from complete. It is my hope to return to them and clear them up, as well as over-complicate them with legal jargon ( providing translations, of course ) in time- possibly in new posts because wow this is long.

#meta | read about it in hogwarts a history