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letsunity · 3 years

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Not Afraid - Chapter 4

Summery -

The Bad Batch go to Tatooine to resupply and avoid the Empire. As per the usual, Omega gets separated from the group. Fortunately for her, Krayt's Claw just so happens to be nearby. Bossk and Embo guide her to Boba Fett, who takes interest in why the Kaminoans want her. It's a reluctant partnership, with the Bad Batch having to rely on Krayt's Claw to navigate non-military life.

With some wandering around, Bossk managed to get them a job.

It wasn't anything big, but the pay was good enough - They could get rations, fuel, the essentials.

According to the client, someone is stealing from local farmers. All they have to do is catch them, get their reward and move on. With Hunter's tracking, it shouldn't be a difficult task to complete. They were only dealing with a thief, so Omega would be fine to tag along, which she was happy about.

Seeing how excited she was to join was sweet.

"Don't expect anything, laddies and lady. It goes to plan if you don't have one!" Bossk hissed, cocking his blaster with a grin.

"That doesn't make any sense," Echo countered, pulling a face at the reptile.

"Because you're thinking like a soldier," Bossk smirked, flicking Echo's head. "Plans seldom work. All you need is explosives, knowing what you're doing and instinct. Trust yourself, your abilities, and retreat to bring back more explosives."

"Sounds great!" Wrecker agreed, itching to blow something up. "You guys can get the col illegal stuff, right? We can make things go boom?" The reptile snorted, equally happy about explosions.

With them so happy, Hunter was curious about something. Why didn't they rent speeders to this location; why walk?

The only reason would be that Boba wanted them to see something.

"You wanna see something cool?" Boba asked Omega, having a confident smirk on his face.

He whistled loudly, changing the tune with a harsh rhythm like he was imitating a call. Bossk already knew, rolling his reptilian eyes at his nephew. He knew that it was to give the squirt something special, but still, he was showing off.

Omega waited, uncertain of why he made that noise. While waiting, she saw a wolf-like creature climb atop a hill. Several others appeared, though far darker than the main one. The white one slowly stalked towards them, sniffing warily.

Boba knelt, lightly guiding her hand out and upwards. There was tingling at her fingertips like there was an electrical charge coursing through her. The titanic canid stepped to her, their wet black nose brushing against her palm. In that brief touch, there was the spark of connection.

She could feel it, and it could feel her. It lowered its head into her hand, making eye contact through the helmet.

The wolf grunted towards Wrecker, Echo and Hunter, shaking their head. It grumbled, making several sounds towards them as the other wolves began to run away. With a stamp of its reptile-like paw, it barked and ran off, leaving them confused.

"The centre returned makes seven; burnt comes and makes it six. Anguished are the five, particularly the four. Soon to be three, suddenly two. One shines through, seven again," Bossk translated, thinking over the cryptic warning.

"That's incredibly ominous," Hunter stated, unsure of what to make of that.

"You always get stuff like that from them. It's part of their cryptic 'future sight' or whatever they call it," Boba shrugged, not overly bothered. "Other than the ominous warnings, they're cool to meet. Get them some Wookie meat, and they love you; they're obsessed with it."

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This new Empire seemed interesting. It didn't affect the Bounty Hunter's Guild, but it could prove profitable.

"Cad Bane. Am I right?" asked some stiff-upper-lip rookie.

Bane didn't care about them, not bothering to remember their name. Admiral Ram-whatever, it wasn't important.

"I prefer meeting on planets without incontinent clouds, Admiral. I don't like rain," Bane hissed, his distorted voice shivering the blank human. Humans had a habit of looking similar to one another. "My price is doubled for that alone."

"I understand, Mister Bane. I can assure you that you'll be incredibly well paid for," said Admiral Rampart, sitting across from the Duros. "There is a bounty on a child named Omega."

"Don't bother. That little brat Boba's probably already involved. At least with his father, you could make a deal, but the boy is annoyingly stubborn."

The kid wasn't popular because of that and was a pain in Bane's ass. His commitment to his rules was somewhat admirable, but it wasn't practical. Even with his little club, the jobs he'll get won't do him much good. He's not going to amount to much in the future.

"You misunderstand, Mister Bane. The Kaminoans want to capture her, and I suspect it's to encourage Tarkin to keep the cloning program. I want you to stop it."

"As I said, it's not worth the time. It doesn't matter where I go; the brat will follow. I'd lead him straight to you, meaning I lose credits."

"I don't want you to capture her, Mister Bane. I want you to kill her."

"Now, that's far simpler. That's triple my pay, but if you'd like, I'll bring you the skin like a rug."

"No, I only need her eliminated. The cloning program must end. To assist you, I'll have my best team to work alongside you. CT-9904 will follow your orders without question, and the other three will follow his example. If this 'Boba' gets in the way, kill him."

"Bounty hunter's aren't allowed to kill each other. I can certainly maim him, though. Give me some credits upfront, some immunity, and I'll bring you her head on a platter."

This was going to be easy.

With the weird female clone out of the picture, project War Mantle will be ahead of schedule. The Empire can grow and prosper without the expensive republican remnants. Unfortunately for this Bane fellow, he couldn't be in the picture afterwards. When the girl was dead, 9904 will kill the hunter as well.

Nobody will know that she existed or mattered. Even with this 'Boba' character, he doubted that things would go wrong. It's only a matter of time.

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Meeting the wolves were amazing; the white one was soft and warm.

Omega liked the feeling of the grass against her hands, picking a few to inspect them.

While fascinated by the blades of green, she failed to see a nearby Loth-cat. It hissed and lunged at her, its fur raised and bristled.

Instinctively, Hunter aimed his blaster at the animal. It growled, the creature deceptively savage. Boba got on one knee and took some dried meat from his pocket, encouraging the animal to approach.

It hesitantly stepped forward, its pupils widening. It licked his hand then took the meat, backing away from whence it came. It climbed down a hole, poking its head back up again some moments later. Three minuscule heads popped up, chirping at the newcomers. It's only a mother protecting her kits.

Wrecker got down, wanting to have a go as well. Boba handed him some meat, motioning for it to come again. This time, one of the kits investigated, sniffing the food. The mother joined, then the other two kittens.

The family of feral animals chewed the meat, unusually passive and docile.

Omega lightly stroked one of the kittens, amazed by the feeling of their fur. Wrecker grinned, his gloved hand licked by the other two kits.

"Can we keep 'em?" Wrecker begged, looking at Hunter with puppy eyes.

"This is their home," Hunter answered, letting him down easy. "This is where they want to be, so this is where they'll stay."

First, it was reading their emotions, and now communicating with animals. It stank of force-sensitivity, even though he doubted it.

They skipped back into their hole, chirping at them as they passed. Omega waved goodbye, excited to see even more animals.

"How do you do that?" She asked, eager to learn it herself.

"Instinct. Mandalorians are raised from birth to trust themselves, to trust what their gut tells them. It told me that she was only protecting her babies, nothing malicious. You'll learn someday."

"I want to meet all kinds of creatures!"

"There's no limit to what you'll see in this galaxy, Megs," Bossk assured, ruffling the helmet she wore. "So long as Dad Batch are right next to ya."

"We're not the Dad Batch," Echo corrected, although he didn't sound so certain.

"Dad Batch or Bro Batch, either's good with me!" Wrecker smiled, slapping Bossk's shoulder. "We need a fight!" The Trandoshan snarled in agreement, eager to bruise the clone.

They were only a few minutes away from the farm, and in three hours, dusk would begin to set. The more Hunter hung with these odd pair, the more they grew on him. They were capable of skinning folk alive but having that protecting Omega was alright.

Boba was showing Omega a lot of things, even giving her his helmet. He was only three or four years older than her; he had a lot to teach. He was good with kids, too, something Hunter was still learning.

Then there was Bossk's nickname, Dad Batch. Hunter was mimicking what Cut did, so was he being a father to Omega? He never thought of being a parent before, but the past two weeks were unexpected. Maybe he could be a dad to her, be someone to look after her as she deserved.

Not only would Hunter learn a lot about being a mercenary, but interacting with children, too.

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Saw looked over the bodies, the stench of burnt flesh searing his nostrils. His face scrunched in rage, practically seizing with pure rage.

"I'm sorry, sir, but none survived," Lorc sighed, shaking his head. "They were all wiped out. Not just that, but the dead trooper's wounds are the same as our departed. Friendly fire, presumably."

"Which damned clone was it?"

"That's the issue. It wasn't a clone; it was a random guy in clone armour," Edrio continued, confusing the man. "We've estimated five to have been shot by precise skills matching a clone. The rest were random people. The damage indicates a distance, probably a sniper."

"I know who did it," Saw spat, looking away from the burned bodies. "And we're going to make him pay for it. I want the Bad Batch; I want the one that killed these people as though they were swine. We'll make him suffer for this."

"He and the empire, sir," Mari agreed, charging her rifle.

Saw would destroy this empire, even if it killed him.

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The farmer was both overjoyed and miserable.

The thief stole food and much of his equipment, most of which she can't replace due to financial struggles. Bossk terrified his Tooka cat, and Wrecker kept bumping his head on the ceiling. Being the second smallest, Boba wasn't concerned with the Toydarian's accommodations.

"Every night, the loth-rat takes more and more. I've set up traps, boobytraps, I even bought a droid, but they stole all of it!" She cried, hovering in distress. "I need them gone. I don't care what you do with them, so long as they leave us be."

"How're you going to pay?" Bossk asked, getting an elbow to the side from Echo. "If you want to afford rations, this is how."

"The local farmers have pitched in. The most we can do is fifteen thousand credits," she sighed, slowly drifting onto a chair. "Our crops haven't done well this year. That war has stripped the galaxy of life; even the planets are too exhausted from it."

"We'll take half," Boba decided, much to Bossk's annoyance. "Lothal's yaim par pirates bal smugglers. Vi ne'waadas eyn sur'haai olar," he added in a strange language, getting a grunt in response.

From the sounds of it, that was Mando'a, the tongue of Mandalorians. Hunter wasn't the best at languages; Tech was more specialised for that.

"By the light of Lothal's moons, you're a blessing to this valley," she whimpered, wiping her eyes. "We wish you luck on this bounty, Fetts."

Plural?

"I'm his uncle," Bossk explained to the confused four, patting Boba's shoulder and glancing at the Toydarian. "We'll make sure that they won't come again."

And so, the quest is on. Find the thief, get paid and get the hell off of Lothal. Omega was happy to be tagging along, asking about boobytraps and the sort. Wrecker picked her up, concerned that she was getting tired from the walking.

Echo would rather have stayed with Highslinger, but walking alone at night wasn't a good idea. Bossk took notice of his hesitancy, snorting for the clone's attention.

"I'm assuming it's all Techno Union?" Echo nodded at the question, the lack of feeling in his 'legs' creeping through his spine. What was left of 'his' spine. "We know a gal who can help with that. She fixes Dengar and Highslinger up after jobs. A friend of Omega's is a friend of ours."

"I'll have to take you up on that. I'd be happier to leave this all back on Skako Minor."

"We can blow it up if that'll ease the anguish."

"Did I hear blow up?" Wrecker interrupted, practically shaking from excitement. "What's going boom?"

"Nothing for now," Echo sighed, shaking his head. "You're going to drop Omega."

"I'm fine!" She assured, gripping onto Wrecker's armour. "Your eyes are pretty."

"Thank you," Bossk said, making a mixture of a chirp and purr in response. "You're a lovely young lady yourself. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, Lil Mega."

Ever since meeting Hunter, things just got better for Omega. She had Clone Force 99 and now Krayt's Claw, an odd but loving family of misfits. They made her feel special, more than just a mere assistant or failed experiment. Bossk talked to her like she was an equal, as did the others.

Being around them only added to the coldness of Kamino. They didn't show nearly the compassion Bossk did, and he'd only known her two days or so. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech were more family than the Kaminoans ever were, and she wanted it to stay that way.

Even though Crosshair was under the chip, she wanted to get to know him. The lads missed him, and she wanted to know who he really was. Not what the chip made him into or was making him do.

With Boba and his gang, it should be a whole lot easier to help him.

Far away, sitting atop a pile of stones, Fennec lowered her rifle.

#the bad batch #Krayt's Claw #Not Afraid fic #fanfic #star wars #bossk #bossk and boba fett #clone force 99 #mando'a #omega

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junewild · 3 years

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tags masterpost

a couple of people have complimented me on my new tag system and a couple of people have asked me what tags go to what sort of content, so i thought i’d write up a little masterpost of what the tags mean, where they came from, and why they’re important to me! you’ll even get a sneak peek at a few tags that are very rare or have yet to be used 👀. this will be linked in my carrd when i get around to it. i’ve even tried to alphabetize them 😅 thanks for expressing interest, it’s very lovely of you all xoxo

#and i am close behind — home tag

a continuation of “the wild geese are heading home again” which is my nature tag. just for everything that makes me feel like i am coming home.

#and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart — quotes and words tag

from a poem by e.e. cummings. “and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart / i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)”. words are just hearts speaking to each other, after all.

#and i was like *screams* — space tag

from the jenny slate drunk history nasa episode, because she somehow manages to sum up fully 80% of my feelings about the universe in that one sentence

#angstposting — disordered thoughts tag

literally just stream-of-consciousness breakdown-posting. probably block this tag. i go back and clean it out after every breakdown.

#but they are all good stories — media analysis/literature critique tag

hilary mantel (whose work i have never read) wrote that “some of these things are true and some of them lies. but they are all good stories.” anyway, that’s how i feel about taking apart stories and narratives and looking at them from the outside.

#can you not hear the ocean in me — mental health and disorders tag

the non-breakdown version. from this poem, which i can’t find anyone but i think is a deleted inkskinned or caitlyn siehl one:

“i am alive;

can you not hear the ocean in me;

are you not aware of the war i am fighting ;

i am alive ;

you cannot take that from me”

#checkmate nihilism — crafts tag

higgsboshark wrote a lovely post about how knitting is a great treatment for existential dread & now that’s all i think about every time i’m crafting. checkmate, nihilism. look at this thing that i am making with my hands. it exists and it will change someone’s life.

#dumbposting — misc tag

for tag games and dumb comments and things that don’t fit in anywhere else.

#fashion is instant language — fashion/body art tag

okay. IS this a cliche prada quote? yes. but also, one of my first classes in college was about art & society & the first thing that we learned was that the human body is the first & most primal canvas. what you do with your body is a statement, a language you are sharing with the people around you. i get very emotional about it.

#felt rather than seen — poetry tag

YES i am a BASIC WHITE GIRL, thank you. the first half of the da vinci quote. “poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen / “

#fill your arms with the pink and white flowers — spring aesthetic tag

from one of mary oliver’s slightly less well known poems.

“do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly

exclaiming of their dearness,

fill your arms with

the pink and white flowers,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness

to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing

forever”

#get in good trouble — activism/politics tag

are you really living if you aren’t making trouble for someone? write more letters. leave more voicemails. go to protests. join a mutual aid group. donate. there’s something you can do, even if it’s small.

#i am building a world that is worth living for — moral living tag

slightly different from the activism tag bc this is more about what you/i can do in everyday life to make the world a better place. these are my own words, reminding me that to stay alive i have to build my own life and live in it.

#i care to look on the outside like i do on the inside — gender/ sexuality tag

maggie stiefvater is a poet.

#i have a magpie mind — happy tag

laurie graham’s version of the quote goes “i have a magpie mind, by which i mean i see and hear little things - photos, fragments of conversation - and store them away for future use,” and that’s what this tag is. just a lot of lovely things that i want to look back on.

#i think i was a selkie in a past life — ocean/beach/selkie myth tag

someday i’m going to walk into the ocean and never come out again. j promised he would take me to a warm ocean where i can stand in chest-deep waves until i can’t stand any longer and i’ve never looked forward to anything so much in my life.

#i wrote my own deliverance — creation/writing tag

this is not an admission of guilt. hamilton has a lot of words in it and these happen to be very nice.

#it would be a merrier world — food tag

because tolkien was right.

#laughter for no cause — humor tag

funny things. half of a quote by louise glück.

#let the wilderness engulf us again — discourse tag

i believe this is by christa wolf. anyway this is how i feel when i read Discourse. let’s all just get swallowed by the wilderness. who needs civilization anyway.

#loveposting — affection tag

look, i’m just really gay and happy and i love my followers and my mutuals. let’s move on

#nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it — memory/emotion tag

yes, i have read everything ever written by l m montgomery, why do you ask?

#offspring of heaven firstborn — light tag

constantly debating about whether i should change this one. i just have too many quotes about light. and too many posts about light. and too much love for light. this one is by milton, from the third book of paradise lost, and i memorized the entire chapter as a teenager because my “history” “class” believed in memorization as a form of education.

#our bodies are meant to hold other bodies — sex/eros tag

from that little comic by grendelmenz (?). i KNOW it’s about cannibalism i DON’T care don’t @ me to love is to consume

#seen rather than felt — painting/visual art tag

and here’s the other half of the da vinci quote.

#she stood in desperate music wound — music and playlists tag

from “a crazed girl” by yeats. tbh i usually lie upside down in my bed in desperate music wound but this poem kept me going as a teenager

#simply because the world is beautiful — misc tag

i just think the world is lovely and i am glad to be alive in it. this is where the rest of the assorted content goes.

#someday you will be old enough to read fairytales again — fantasy/gaming/scifi tag

cs lewis got one thing right.

#stardust will turn into kindness — joy tag

okay. okay i am still weeping about this man and his chickens. this tag is for every small creature who brings me delight. https://everychickdeservesamother.com/2019/08/17/all-the-good-there-is/

#thank god for the months after may — summer aesthetic tag

i haven’t listened to ben rector since i was seventeen but this is a good quote anyway and summer flowers are the thing that keep me going through the winter.

#the first sign of civilization is a healed femur — civilization/altruism/kindness tag

paraphrase of the famous (possibly apocryphal) margaret meade quote. i saw a criticism of it by the green brothers, who were like “but lots of people/animals show altruism without any connection to civilization (eg buildings and cities and record keeping systems)” and i deeply disagree with them. civilization doesn’t require monuments, only people coming together to build (metaphorically) something bigger than they could have done as individuals. humans aren’t the only ones on that path, just the ones who’ve gotten the furthest down it.

#the great sweeping wind — autumn aesthetic

yes i am a shameless l m montgomery stan. anne of green gables is my kindred spirit.

#the quick and the dead — fungi tag

from the bible. you know. we all sin, we’re all alive or dead or both. fungi don’t care.

#the race that knows joseph — kindred spirit tag

haven’t gotten to use this one yet. looking forward to when i do.

#the wild geese are heading home again — nature tag

shortened version of mary oliver’s poem.

#there is a history in all men’s lives — history/natural history/anthropology tag

shakespeare knew how to use words. everything is history and i am excited about ALL of it. when will someone admit me into a grad school???

#we are the children of an indifferent universe — community/fandom tag

but, like colin meloy says, we are also the inheritors of a wonderful world. i think it’s amazing how we look at the universe around us and build communities and find meaning out of sheer spite. also i have got to refine this tag set better i can’t just shove ALL fandom content into one tag. stay tuned

#we don’t love this world without reason — awe/joy tag

from catadromously’s comic. this is for things that make me go “oh.” when i see them.

#we shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us — architecture/interior design tag

churchill can have one right. architecture is one of my favorite art forms & interior design is something i love looking at and doing. someday i’ll even be able to afford it.

#we will be better than we were — recovery tag

from (yet another) caitlyn siehl poem that reads:

“love is quiet love whispers “it is okay, we will be better than we were” and we are. we are.”

and we are.

#within me; an invincible summer — winter aesthetic tag

albert camus wrote that: “in the midst of winter, i found there was, within me, an invincible summer. and that makes me happy. for it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.” winters are hard for me, but i hang on anyway.

#you have no idea the joy that is coming — love tag

guess who this quote is by? if you guessed caitlyn siehl, you are correct.

#you pull out the wild in me - feral aesthetic

not feral, just… wild. i don’t know. i don’t think i made this quote up but i can’t find it anywhere else so maybe i did. i’m guessing it’s now-deleted inkskinned or bonemeadows.

#you’ve got to be kind — misc humans tag

kurt vonnegut. because yeah. we’ve got to be kind. that’s the only rule. we’re just humans and we have to be kind.

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nostalgiatm-a · 3 years

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SEND 📝 FOR A LIST OF MUSE INTERACTIONS I’D LIKE TO SEE ------ accepting !

gogo tomago : it’s SO hard to explain / put into words why i really dig the possibility of these two interacting . maybe it’s because gogo is canonically in tune with nature ? or maybe it’s because their personalities just seem so …. Opposite . in like , the most * chef’s kiss * way ! ( i do in fact have a weakness for gogo interacting with soft-hearted optimists …. ) . either way , as far as interactions go , there are so many i want to try but this is DEFINITELY my first choice ! i’m so hyped !

tadashi hamada : he’s a sweet heart , and so is she . i could honestly see some kind of plot line where tadashi offers to help get her out of some trouble , possibly . hmmm …. stay tuned .

kristoff : MY MAN ! THE GUY ! this boyo has a looonnng and complicated history with wolves in the forest , let me tell you . plus , he’s also had to live in the woods his whole life , lacking parentel figures ( aside from the trolls ) , so there’s LOTS of opportunity there for these two to mingle / bond !

honeymaren : she’s so good with nature and the animals around her . plus , very naturally prone to helping those around her ! i could see a really sweet friendship here .

ryder : same as honeymaren ! only ryder is Significantly more of a doofus so like . with 60% more shenanigans

merida : okay but they both seem like they’re very skilled in combat ! ( from what i’ve read in your about ) , and especially since they both seem pretty different , i think they’d have a lot they could teach each other both in and outside of survival techniques

dimitri : he’s just a total ass and i’d love to see robin’s reaction to this rat bastard

guy : cause my mans over here seems to be very good at finding girls alone in the wilderness and quickly offering to take them along on his adventures . plus ! they both kinda seem like they could use the company , considering their circumstances aren’t entirely unsimilar ….

eep crood : FERAL CAVE WOMAN MEETS SWEET WOLF WOMAN AY

chihiro : she’s such a sweet thing ! she’d immediately make friends with robin , i bet !

@wolfvirago

#wolfvirago #↪ 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 // ooc.#i need a better tag for these #also i'm so sorry this took so long !#i've been wanting to interact with u so much but i've been making myself answer everything in order like a good functioning adult aksdjfksj #super psyched to meet robin holy shit !!

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eternallyezra · 4 years

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As it does all bestial things, the woods had beckoned to her: a murmur, the promise of blood in the shadows, of carnage gone unseen. Feast, wicked girl, it hums. It guides her to a sleepy town tucked somewhere between nowhere and the mountains, populated by a drowsy few thousand. She stays a week that stretches to two, a half-dozen corpses descend in her wake. And she thinks oh, how holy it is, to kiss death on the mouth.

Three years following, when her vision no longer blurs to scarlet at the nick of flesh, no longer blooms something sensual at the thrum of a pulse, she returns.

To maintain appearances, a two-week stay is prepaid in cash, a room reserved at a weathered motel on the edge of Lyon. That night, she’s swathed in silk and amidst the locals— nearly, not quite, they collect in groups and murmur of the girl new in town, casting sideway glances as though she is a vision that can only be viewed through the fragments of a periphery. The motion of an offered flute draws her gaze, “where was I? Right, the founding families. Mine isn’t one, unfortunately they arrived a few decades after Lyon’s beginning,” a councilman hovers near her side, spewing details she did not request in attempts to be the lustre in a town that reeks of moisture and decay. “Adrian’s family is one, however,” her gaze follows his gesture with the laze of boredom, though at the vision of the man stood broad across the room, the sensation of familiarity floods between the tinder ribs of her skeletal, and for the stretch of a moment those surrounding dissipate into nothingness (a reaction he often stirs, she’d learn soon after)—

Three years prior Ezra is a seraph marred by slaughter, illuminated by the four-hundred wattage of a flashlight: plasma is slick to lithe digits, it stains the bend of a wrist that lifts to wipe at the droplets that glide the supple flesh of a chin, it mirrors the sanguine that rims pupils blown to obsidian. She winces at the intrusion, the silhouette of a man falls from her grasp to greet soil with an audible thud, it’s hymnal, stirring awake the beasts who revel in darkness. Ezra is a phantom on approach, dreamlike, the swell of a mouth ascends to a grin and she’s nearly beatific if not for the blood. Or, perhaps in spite of it: she’s otherworldly despite the blood, the death. Or, maybe because of it. “You found him here, alone,” it’s the start of something tuneful, the murmur of a girl leonine, pupils dilated to obsidian, “mauled by a monster. Not a wolf, no—“ she pauses, “something more clever. A mountain lion, perhaps.” The swell of her lips lull to a part, irises descending the features of a man appearing more god than mortal, stalling on the tilt of a mouth— it was a shame she had not stumbled on him first. No, it would have been a shame if she had. “A search will be constructed, and perhaps a beast will take a bullet for the blame,” digits lift, and a lone thumb grazes the jut of his bottom lip, blood smearing to the swell of flesh, “thank her for me, won’t you?” She grins then, something divine, and in the descent of a blink she’s gone.

She’s stirred from the past by motion, digits curled to the bend of an elbow lead her across the room’s length, in the stretch of a breath she’s near enough to hear the staccato of his pulse, and it spins her dizzy. “This is Adrian, his family has been in Lyon for generations, since the beginning. We are truly lucky to have them here, the town feels so much safer.” At that, mirth floods to aureate features, and the girl of nightmares is a dream: flesh is porcelain of honey hue, irises gleam like dawn. She outstretches the tender bend of a palm in his direction, and the intake of air from each set of lungs in the room is audible, “it’s nice to meet you, Adrian,” the swell of a full mouth twists upwards, her words are sugar-spun, a treacle following drought: “I’m Ezra.”

I have to go make my rounds, I will catch up with you later— or, so she believes the other man had said, or, so she rearranges his syllables to say; they’re insignificant, exhaled from the mouth of a forgettable man. When the three-some settles to a duo, the festers of whispers begin: Adrian can’t possibly give some out of town whore the time of day; Cecelia from the diner went on a date with him last month, she really thought it was going somewhere but he never called back. The notches of a neck nearly fissure to watch her, peering over the jut of shoulders with palms lifted to veil mouths twisted feral by gossip, and amusement flushes Ezra celestial, a velvet tongue meets teeth with an audible tsk, “is this what they say of small town hospitality?”

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forever-more-never-again · 4 years

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Half Horse, Half Human, All Yours (A Request)

Requested: @gold-queenriderof-reylanilth

Word Count:3174

Pairing: Natasha X Fem!Centaur!Reader, Avengers X Reader(Platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore, Violence, fighting

Request: Can you do a centaur!au of Natasha x female reader where the reader finds out she's pregnant and tells Natasha? And a few weeks after that Reader gets attacked by wolves mutated by HYDRA and Natasha gets there in time and her and Bruce does an ultrasound and they find they are having twin girls? In my stories males and females can get others of the same gender pregnant as they have been doing it for thousands of years.

A/n: Sorry this took so long...I hope you like it!

Masterlist

You swore that sometimes the universe loved the mess with you and give you headaches. First by Making you a mutant, then by handing you over to Hydra. All the screaming mixed with gentle nurses cleaning wounds. The fighting and blood. And then the rescue.

The Avengers, you had learned their name, had stormed the compound that you had been in and had rescued you.

But then you had no idea what to do with your freedom. Being part horse, a centaur, you got some strange looks from the public once you were free. So the Avengers invited you to stay with them in the Avenger Tower.

As a year passed with you being a sort of live-in maid slash companion slash cook slash communications officer for the team, you and a certain red headed assassin became close.

And then came the proposal and the wedding and the late nights and the awkwardness of trying to sleep on the same bed, and the laughter as Natasha rode on your back for the first time.

And then the day that you and Natasha had approached Bruce and Tony with a proposition. Natasha was sterile from her time in the red room, but you were fertile. Could the two scientists create an embryo with yours and Natasha’s DNA and then implant it inside you?

The answer was yes. And now Two years after being rescued from Hydra, you were three months pregnant and couldn’t be happier.

“What are you thinking about Babe?” Natasha’s smooth voice floated over to you where you were lounging on the carpet. Your long Equine legs folded in on themselves in an effort to get comfortable.

Reaching up with grabby hands, you yanked on her waist and pulled her down to you.

“Just about the past.”

She snickered, “Oh, Dangerous.”

You laughed and flicked her forehead, “Shut up.”

Natasha sighed, and her hand came to rest on your stomach. Her gaze wistful.

Sadly, the happy, calm moment couldn’t last.

“All available hands needed, urgent mission. Please report to helideck for report.”

The voice of FRIDAY echoed through the building and you groaned as you stood up, your hooves already aching.

Natasha looked at you in shock, “You aren’t actually going, are you? You’re pregnant?”

You smiled softly as you grabbed Nat’s waist and swung her up on you so that you could carry her weight and get to the deck faster by galloping.

“I’m barely pregnant and you heard FRIDAY, all hands needed. I’ll be fine. Besides, I just provide communication support from the Jet. I don’t actually do any fighting or missions.”

Natasha sighed, knowing you were right. Her hands wrapped around your waist, where Human became horse, were warm and comforting.

Upon reaching the Jet loading area, you weren’t surprised to see the rest of the team already suited up and ready. Aside from Falcon, who was working at the VA.

Jumping down from your back, Natasha straightened up, going into what you teasingly called, her Avenger mode.

“We got a call an hour ago from some assets in Russia. They had been monitoring activity at a suspected Hydra compound. We received confirmation along with some worrying information.” Steve’s voice was cold and clinical as he laid out the basics of the mission.

Speaking over the rumble of the jet engines, you captured Steve’s focus, “What worrying information? What would require all of the Avengers?”

Taking down Hydra compounds wasn’t necessarily a dangerous activity. It was actually pretty common for one or two Avengers to take down compounds weekly. So you were understandably worried that this compound somehow needed all the Avengers.

Steve nodded slightly at you, recognizing your worry.

“During their check in to relay the information, we heard some sounds over the radio. Then screams. The assets did not recheck in, and we have been unable to contact them again. We have to assume that Hydra has created some sort of weapon and killed them.”

As Steve said this, you noticed that almost everyone subconsciously shifted away from Bucky.

His shoulders slumped the tiniest bit at this, and you couldn’t help but wince in sympathy. You knew what being kept by Hydra was like.

“So we stay safe, we stay in groups. I want us to be home by midnight.”

You tuned back in as Steve finished briefing.

“Got it.”

“Right Cap.”

“You coming with me, Legolas?”

“Whose staying behind with [Y/n]?

Of course it was Natasha who voiced the last comment amidst the cacophony of noise.

Everyone quieted and looked over at you.

Stomping your front hoof, you snorted, “I’ll be fine, Red. I’ll be inside the Jet, and I trust you guys to keep the fight away.”

That did not ease the fear in those gorgeous green eyes you loved.

So when the Jet landed and everyone began heading out, you reached out and grabbed her hand. The one with the simple gold band on her finger.

“I love you Natasha. I’ll be fine...we’ll be fine. I promise.” You kissed her knuckles as you guided it to your stomach. Where new life was growing.

Natasha released a heavy sigh and smiled at you, “I know. I love you too.” She stretched up on her toes to capture your lips in a searing embrace.

Upon release, you gazed at your wife with heavy lidded eyes, “Better go now before I decide to keep you here.”

Natasha giggled, and your heart stuttered at the sound. “Would that be so bad?” She batted her lashes at you with a pout on her lips.

You laughed, and pushed your wife away, “Go, Nat. Go save the world.”

Once she did leave the jet, you closed back up the ramp and trotted over to the controls, adjusting a headset and connecting all the comms to your unit.

“This is Base, Everyone sound off.”

“Cap here with White Wolf”

“Iron Man here with Hawkeye.”

“This is Vision sounding off alongside the Scarlet Witch.”

“Banner standing by with Hulk ready to go”

“This is Black Widow with Banner.”

You sighed deeply, getting ready for the fight to come, even if you weren’t actively participating in it.

“Everyone is good. Base is going silent. Good luck out there.”

Shifting your weight, you listened in on the codes and orders as the Avengers moved into the compound.

Several times, you swore your heart stopped when you heard your wife yelling, or when the comms were silent.

But you trusted the team, and you trusted that your wife would return safe.

“Anyone got sight of the supposed weapon yet? This fight seems to...quiet.” Tony’s voice broke your reverie.

Leaning forward, your eyes on the console, your attention on the fight, you heard Steve reply in short gasps of breath.

“No...Anyone! Have...eyes on it?”

A gunshot echoed through your ears, “Not over here Cap! But Hulk’s getting a little carried away!”

A distant bellow, still thundering loud, punctuated Natasha’s words.

Your hooves made noise on the metal flooring as your front legs pranced with nerves. Where was the supposed weapon that had killed the Assets?

And once again, the Universe decided that it loved to mess with you. Because the screeching, chill inducing, shrieking of something carving into metal, was not coming from your headset, but rather, from right outside the Jet.

Quickly unmuting your side of the comms, you interrupted Vision, “Guys. I’ve got a situation back at the Jet. Unknown source outside, attempting to gain entrance.”

Another ear splitting shriek was heard, this time accompanied by a strangled howl.

And you couldn’t stop the animal instinct, the baseline fear, that crawled into your heart and settled. Warning you. Shouting at you to run. Run fast and far and away from the predator right outside.

“What!? Whose closest to the Jet!?” Natasha’s worry and fear was almost tangible.

“No one is near! But the fight should be over soon and we’ll head over as soon as we can! The Jet is made to withstand a Nuke! [Y/n] Should be safe as long as they stay inside!”

Your tail flicked as another strangled howl was heard from outside the Jet. And then, unsettling silence.

“Guys. Whatever it was. I think it left.”

Natasha sounded like she was running as she panted, “Don’t check! Stay inside [Y/n]! Please!”

You knew she was right. You knew it was what you were supposed to do. But something inside you, some morbid curiosity, some unknown fear, made you inch towards the button that would lower the ramp.

Headset still on, you heard everyone panicking as the fight wound down and they tried to calm Natasha.

A shaky hand stretched forward, and with a hiss of electronics and cold Russian Air, the Ramp began to lower.

“[Y/n]!? What was that!? Don’t lower the ramp! Please Baby!” The cry was just that, Natasha crying into the comm.

Your heart was beating fast like it wanted to escape from you human chest, and it beats faster as you listened with half an ear to your wife’s sobs.

Your hooves seemed unnaturally loud as you pranced down the ramp, eyes scanning the area.

A gasp was caught in your throat when your eyes caught sight of the side of the Jet. Long gashes ran down it. Claws. Your mind stuttered helpfully. Powerful claws. Big Claws.

“What sort of animal?” You muttered to yourself.

But the rest of the team heard you.

“What? What animal? [Y/n]? Do you have a visual on the weapon?” Steve’s brusque voice broke your trance.

But right as you opened your mouth to respond, you saw it. And your body froze.

Gleaming yellow eyes peered out at you from the russian snow. Then another pair of eyes, and another. Until a total of four sets of yellow eyes, glistening with feral intent, stared at you.

Dimly, you heard voices screaming at you, but you were focused on the shifting snow. No, not snow. Bodies. Lithe, large, powerful white bodies.

Wolves.

Not normal wolves either. These wolves stood at six feet tall. Paws as wide as your head. With razor sharp teeth that gnashing in anticipation. Saliva dripping from their mouths as their eyes tracked you.

In an instant, you sprang to action. Turning sharply on your hind legs, you ran towards the ramp controls.

And then Pain. Blinding white pain erupted from your withers.

“Ah!” the sound you emitted was a mix between a human scream and a horses whinny of fear.

Bucking your hindquarters, you swung wildly.

The large weight left your back abruptly, and the sudden shift along with your hooves struggling to find purchase on the metal floor, led to you slipping and rolling down the ramp, landing in the snow on your side, your legs tangled underneath you.

“Aaroooo!” The strangled howl pierced your soul as your struggled to stand, wincing as you caught sight of the giant gash on your hindquarters. The thick blood pouring out and staining the white snow red.

The four hybrid wolves. Ones that Hydra had mutated you hypothesized, began circling you.

Stalking. Their footsteps silent in the snow as they walked around you, their dead yellow eyes never once leaving you.

You struggled to keep an eye on all of them at once. Whirling around erratically.

One jumped at you, jaws snapping viciously, saliva spraying.

Rearing up, you lashed out with your front legs, managing to clip it. It backed down, a low growl in it’s throat as it began circling again.

You could feel the stress and the exastian settling in as the fire from the wound on your back began to flare up.

And then two attacked at once. One leaping at you from the side, while another went for you human torso.

Turning, you managed to body block one, but the second wolf managed to latch onto one of your arms.

Your agonized scream echoed as you pried at the clamped jaw with your other hand. Sticky with sweat, saliva and blood, as it spilled from the wolves clamped jaws, made it difficult, your hand slipping as tears blinded your vision.

Bloodlust and victory in sight, the remaining wolves left off a howl and then sprang for you.

In that second, it seemed like your life flashed before you. As you stared at death and its gleaming silver fangs and venomous yellow eyes, you remembered warm hands clutching yours, soft words whispered at night, drunken kisses and stolen moments. And you silently apologized to the love of your life.

‘I’m so sorry Natasha. I acted rashly. I left you alone. I put myself and our child in danger and am leaving you to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart. I hope you can forgive me someday.’

And then your eyes slide closed as you awaited death.

Death was not supposed to be loud explosions, the sound of bullets and hot blood soaking your body though, was it?

Cracking an eye open, you immediately became wide eyed.

The wolves laid dead before you and one glance up and around you was enough to figure out how.

Tony flew over to where Bucky stood with his automatic rifle. Clint and Steve walking from the treeline with grim faces. Vision and Wanda flying down from above with Banner being carried by Wanda.

And in front of you, chest heaving, tear tracks visible amongst the dirt and blood, eyes wild and hair flying in the wind, hand outstretched holding a smoking pistol, stood your wife, Natasha.

“Natasha, I’m so sorry, I almost got myself and our baby killed and I’m-” Your words cut off as air left your lungs from the weight flung at you.

You managed to catch Natasha. Her arms snaking around your torso as sobs shook her body.

Your own tears once again began falling as you cried with her.

“Don’t ever do something like that again [Y/n]! You listen when I tell you to stay put! You almost died you idiot!”

Your laugh choked with tears stopped her rant.

As she slowly let go, you suddenly became very tired.

Blood stained your hands, and your arm began screaming out from pain. Glancing at it, you felt bile rise in your throat.

“I think I’m going to-” Once again you were cut off, this time because darkness encroached on your vision and you fell as you became unconscious.

The next time your eyes opened, you were assaulted with white and the bitter smell of antiseptics.

Groaning, you slowly took stock of your surroundings. Your horse's body was laying on its side, with large swatches of gauze and bandages covering your rump. Meanwhile, your human torso, as you stretched and leaned up, had been resting on a modified lounge.

Your arm was covered in bandages as well. Some pink showing through in patches, making you grimace.

And then you heard the door open.

“....”

You and Natasha stared at each other. She was dressed casually. And you realized you were in the medical ward of the Avengers tower.

And then she ran to you and slid on her knees so that she was level with you.

Her hands came up, but paused just short of cupping your face, as her eyes stared into yours.

Her lips trembled as her hands slowly traced your cheeks. Your eyes slid shut for a second as you felt the warmth from her palms.

And then you reached forward and tugged her closer, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto your chest.

Which worked for you as you captured her lips and drank the love of having your wife safe and in your arms.

“Should We come back later?” The amused voice spoke out.

You and Natasha parted and looked to where Tony stood smirking beside a sheepish looking Bruce.

“You gave us a good scare there [Y/n]. Those wolves were no joke. You’ve been sedated for two days recovering.” Bruce went into doctor mode as he looked you over.

Natasha stayed nestled against your chest, her hands resting on your shoulders, your wrapped around her waist.

She kissed your cheek and growled at you, “The next time you recklessly put yourself in danger, I will shoot you myself.”

Chuckling lightly, you gave her lips a quick peck, “I’ll let you do it Darling.”

Tony, who had walked over to where Bruce was typing away at a computer, faked gagged at the pair of you.

When you and your wife both turned your glares at him, he held his hands up in surrender before sighing and looking at you with worry in his eyes, “We were all scared [Y/n], when you wouldn’t respond and all we heard was screaming and howls. You’re lucky you only got as hurt as you did, considering the precious cargo you’re carrying.”

The reminder of your baby had you gasping as you unwind an arm to place it on your stomach. Natasha turned and stretched out her hand as well, laying it on top of yours.

Bruce smiled softly at the two of you as he pushed his glasses up higher, “While you were under, we did some tests to make sure your baby was fine. Which it is!” He frantically said when he saw you tense up and eyes start to water. Once you’ve calmed down, he continued, “Your baby is more than fine. Both of them are.”

It took a second for his words to register, but when they did, you and Natasha gasped.

“Twins?” Your voice was a whisper, the word a prayer and a hope.

Bruce’s smile was bigger, while Tony seemed to gloat.

Your eyes went to Natasha’s, drowning in their green, as she shared your look of amazement and happiness.

“Twins. We’re having twins, [Y/n]!” Her laughter rang out as she leaned up and once again captured your lips in a searing kiss.

Breaking apart, you grinned at her, “I love you so damn much Natasha.”

Natasha grinned as well, “And I love you, [Y/n].” She grew a serious look, but you could still see the happiness and joy in her eyes as she continued, “But you are not going on anymore missions. End of discussion.”

You nodded, “Okay. But only if you promise to not go on missions for the rest of the pregnancy, and you promise to always return when you go on missions after.”

Natasha’s eyes grew soft, “That I can definitely promise.”

And because the Universe loved to mess with you, right as the air began to sizzle with sexual tension, the bubble between you and Natasha popped as Tony’s annoying voice chimed in, “I claim naming one Stark Junior!”

As Natasha chased Tony around the lab, as Bruce tried to placate them, and as you snorted with laughter hearing Natasha yell that they were not naming any of your babies after such an arrogant man, you knew that you were where you were meant to be in the Universe. You were home.

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egg2k16 · 5 years

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Ramble abt ur ocs?

I have a good grasp on alex's, I want to get a better one on yours

Damn, I also wanna have a good grasp on my own ocs vnjdfsnvkdjsk go to sleep, friend

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ANYWAYS, I’m finally working on the fantroll’s dancestors, and I’ve made my life simpler by having them just be their older siblings. Their names are: Elafus Ciervo, Rubria Papilo, Buinin Vaacaa, Felipe Montis, Eyoulf Zorroz, Adersi Pardus, Wadjet Kaarme, Ulrick Lobazo, Nannus Cennet, Kotkas Raptor, Grulla Labuut, Etelan Cheval, and Sunnon Velryb, and they’re supposed to be their own sibling’s foils, or just plain opposites

Elafus is a blind merc who totally lives in the shadows unlike Nemusa, who’s been living on the fringe of society. Elafus is more confident in her person and while she doesn’t go about saying that she’s a mutantblood, it’s not something she’d lie about when asked. Since she’s an assassin for hire, she doesn’t really stay in one place, opting to travel from place to place. She’s also got a blind cat. I wanted a cool assassin oc bcus I can only respect for real heroes who actually kill, so she’s a bit of a wish fulfillment for me. If you’ve got the bad guy right in front of you, and you know they’re gonna do more harm later on, just kill them? It’s that easy

Ok, so: I love cowboys, and plan on becoming one, and I’ve recently rewatched The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly, and I’m reading a cowboy anthology book rn, so: Rubria, Buinin, and Felipe are all cowboys, and they’re basically the good, the bad, and the ugly

Rubria is the bad: ok so, Haidar’s entire arc has to do w the fact that he joined the mafia and his attempts at breaking free, and here w the dancestors, I wanted to explore that a little bit more. Rubria works directly for the mafia boss, he’s their right-hand man, and is sent to kill Buinin bcus she’s been a pain in the ass and a liability lately. Rubria’s an efficient killer, and he likes to mingle at clubs and saloons. Very conniving, usually always gets his way

Buinin is the ugly: I really liked that scene in TGTBATU where Tuco talks to his brother, who’s a monk, about how in their hometown, you could only get ahead in life if you became a priest or a crook, and coincidentally I had already made Itavam a religious person, so making Buinin the crook in the family was p cool. Buinin is a cow-rustler, and she’s been stealing from the mafia boss’ major storages. She’s very abrasive and heavy-handed, she’s a very focused and straight-to-the-point, no-nonsense person. She also likes to swindle people out of their money

Felipe is the good: dude I just really love Clint Eastwood. That’s basically the entire reason for him. Also me wanting to have more explicitly gay cowboys, but yeah vnfnvkjdnjsk. Ok, Felipe’s a smartass who knows he’s good looking, and uses that to his advantage whenever he’s on a job. He’s usually hired as muscle on farms, making sure bandits don’t get into the barns and all that. He also works as a guide, the reason why he moves around a lot. He gets tangled up with Buinin when he was about to shoot her for trespassing when she promised him lots of money if he helped her take out a sucker

Eyoulf, unlike their lil sib Botolf, lives at the edge of the forest, kinda prairie-like land. Think West Virginia. Eyoulf is actually more in-tune w their aspect, time, than Botolf bcus they work as the local horologist. They make clocks and watches, and is counting on their good work ethic and relationship w the townsfolk to not rat them out. They feel a bit lost, actually, bcus Botolf is so connected w the land and forest, meanwhile they’re keeping time, something that people worry about

Adersi, like Haidar, also got tangled up w the mafia, this time scaling the echelon to become their accountant. I really like the image of a very calm fellow just one day snapping, so that’s what I began with. He’s a very nervous man, a chainsmoker, trying to get his nerves under control. He keeps a gun on his person, just in case. He gets along well w the other cronies, but would rather Leave. He felt heartbroken when he heard that Haidar had also joined the gang. Kotkas, his gf, is helping him get out of this life

Wadjet is an army nurse, and the mood for her character is that beginning scene in Saving Private Ryan where Tom Hanks and the other soldiers are yelling for their medic friend, named Wade. I misunderstood his name as “Waye,” so the scene for me went, “Waye. Waye. Waye!” It was actually p funny, ok, so, Wadjet has been out in the cosmos, away from home, on the battlefield, for most of her career. She’s used to the dirt and grime, and basically only cleans her hands when dealing directly w a patient. Rat girl. She’s also a daywalker, like Euryyd, which makes her a valuable asset to the imperial army, saving fallen soldiers during the daytime. She’s a mother hen, always worried about her friends and her sister. When she enters the game, she immediately tries to find Euryyd

Ulrick is the alpha wolf of his pack. He cares and looks after the wolves, and makes sure they’re out of harm’s way. He’s kinda got blue/orange morality, but it’s bcus he’s been raised a lot longer as a feral child than Romuul, who’s had a steady exposure to other trolls and the internet. Kinda doesn’t talk, ruthless killer when need be, very gentle mountain man. He’s been surviving all this time basically by himself, w only Romuul as troll company before he left their pack. Good tracker, hunter

Nannus is not a jackass, unlike his brother Rajkaa. His being an actual kind rich person is based on every interaction I’ve had w born-rich Latinos, who’ve all actually been humble and kind and never minded getting dirty. Nannus is a very sweet boy, donates to charities all the time, and always makes sure to tip his waiters 20%. He’s also trans!

Kotkas is into politics and wants to use her status as a blueblood (high status troll, very long life) to get ahead and become an ambassador for lower-caste trolls. She also promises to bring stability w her long life. She’s based off of a very political friend of mine, who’s very passionate and aggressive. Kotkas is very soft around Adersi, but she’s fallen prey to comphet, bcus she feels that she must be w him. It’s a very heavy issue for her, bcus while she does love him, she doesn’t love him, and while she doesn’t want to use him as a pawn in her political campaigns, she’s found that it’s been of much help winning over the lowerblood vote, something that she feels very very badly for. She does want to help Adersi out. She’s a good person, she’s just tripped a few times

Grulla is a recovering addict who’s trying to get her life together, as well as Odette’s. As purplebloods, no one can really say no to them, much less deny them any goods and services. Grulla is very diligent, going to AA every week, getting support and trying to find out who she is. Odette still hasn’t realized the severity of her situation, and Grulla is trying to reach out to her

Etelan is very hedonistic and nihilistic. Since he’s never gonna become emperor, he figures that he can do w/e the fuck he wants, and no one can say anything because he’s a violetblood, you’re really gonna tell the prince what to do? No one can say no to him. He’s still also Sunnon’s bodyguard, but he doesn’t take himself seriously bcus he’s sure she can take care of herself (altho, he doesn’t stop hanging out w her). After partying way too hard one night, he lost the use of his legs and is now wheelchair-bound. This was the wake-up call he needed to stop and really think about his life and his life-choices. He was in a band, playing the electric guitar. Once he masters his aspect, space, he’ll be able to make space legs for himself

Sunnon is named for the Sun. Since she is the leader of their group, I wanted her to be the shining star for her friends, and I thought, “well, what’re the brightest stars, I can name her after one,” and I realized that. The Sun is a star. She’s very silent and precautious, she is next in line to the throne, and is anxiously waiting for the day she will ascend. Sunnon likes to dabble in the occult and wyrd, she studies legends and myths and would like to pursue them to become a witch, but bcus of her familial obligations, can’t. The game gives her the gift of her title, which is Witch of Mind. Now she can study all the magic she wants

Designs are incoming! Thank u

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hedgewolf-hunters · 5 years

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Silence is golden

Drake: Hey you guys want to see one of my adventures from last week? Than take a seat and open those ears up cause have i got a story for you.

In the city of Etrinitat on the corner of main and etheral st a two story old-fashioned wooden establishment sits. The sign a top the doors reads, Alpha & Omega, Bar and grill. Inside was a bustling collection of mobians big and small from avians to deep diggers to the deepest underwater divers. A female dark red wolf is behind a bar counter serving older customers liquor drinks and scaring off under age kids. She has two blue stripes under her sea blue eyes and her hair like fur is done in a single massive braid. Shes wearing a sleevless leather jacket with a tank top underneath, dark blue skin tight jeans and spiked boots on her feet.

"Mom im cutting out early today." A maroon colored male wolf with hedgehog quills barely extending from his head says to the female. He has a black stripe going down the only two quills he has and the same matching blue stripes under his glowing amber eyes. The male is in a sleevless parka, black zipper boots, and gloves with a slightly raised bump on the knuckles.

"Yeah and do what my son?" She asks. Turning to him after serving another customer. The boy places down a crystal double tapping it so a hologram of a bounty appears. Its of a raccon with a list of crimes.

"Drake this guy is an sociopath with a hard on for killing hunters and civilians. Not to mention he probably has a following with him." The woman says.

"Mom i know this. Its the reason i took the job in the first place. You know physical attacks either don't connect or do any real damage, not to mention I'm probably one of only two other people in this building who can actually get close to him." Drake says.

"Sky let the boy go. He needs to learn to take care of himself anyway, and he cant do that if you hold him back from jobs or doing them alone." A purple hedgehog says from the door leading to the kitchen. Her eyes are normal amber compared to the boys, her quills done in a ponytail are greying slightly at the tips as they stop just past halfway down the door. She has a single white stripe on top of her head down her middle quill and a black stripe down each of her outer quills. Shes dressed in sports top and short, and hightop shoes with a chef outfit over it all.

"Thank you Aunt Aura. See mom even Auntie thinks i should give at least one solo job a shot. Look if it doesnt turn out to well than i will not ask again to take a solo. But if it does than can you please just let me do my own every now and then?" Drake asks his over protective mother. Sky bites her lip wanting to say no but knowing they both have a point.

"Fine. But if you get into any trouble trigger the flare and your brother will be there to back you up." Sky says locking a braclet around her second sons wrist.

"Will do ma. Alright ill be back in a couple days. He's in the grassland plains. How he hasnt been caught already, besides his psychotic nature, ill be finding out soon enough." Drake says picking up the crystal and running out the door. He kicks into high gear once outside the bar and runs across the city in a minute flat to the west wall gate.

By nightfall Drake has finally escaped the great forest that surrounds his home and the city. He groans stretching.

"Damn i really wish i had dads super speed, but no, it went to Scarlet and Inferna only. Me and Bane gotta push just to keep up and i have to push harder since Bane can clear the forest in minutes thanks to his wings." Drake grumbles to himself as he stretches his sore legs. A orb flies out from his jacket.

"Oh stop complaining. Your compensation for these little differences is me and our shared abilities. After all none of them can use the Astral plane, like i told you to use, to travel nearly instantly." A feminine voice says from the orb.

"I got excited and forgot ok. No need to chew my head off Aster. Besides wheres the adventure in instant travel? If we had we wouldn't had to chase away those pups from the cargo transport and kept supplies running to the city." Drake says to the orb. The feminine voice huffs and returns to his jacket.

"Fine but when this job is done we go home my way. Last thing we need is for you to lose your prey fending off adolescent feral wolves again." Aster says before going silent again. Drake chuckles as he starts running again headed to the city of the plains Primous.

Day break arrives and Drake yawns from his room inside a old fashioned inn. He arrived around midnight in the city and could only find this building to rest in. He stretches getting a few pops in his back from sleeping on the lumpy mattress. He grunts as he gets up off the bed and walks to the sink in the room. He spashes ice cold water in his face and reaches into one of his inner jacket pockets. Seemingly deeper than it looks he pulls out some morning hygiene tools.

Half an hour later Drake heads down to the main floor and walks out waving bye to the shop keep. The town is now bustling with buisness, cars driving by pedestrians walking around and kids heading to schools nearby. Drake smiles as he jumps up onto the roof and takes in a birds eye view of the city. Whistling as the crowded busy streets clog up in the mornng traffic. A few sky scrapers litter the city and a few cathedrals, his targets usual dumping sites. Smirking Drake jumps from the building and lands on the sidewalk, he heads into the deeper parts of town blending in as much as he can.

Three hours later Drake is stopped at the last cathedral in the city.

"The place where it all started. A city inspector came to check on the building and found several dead bodies placed in various forms of worship. The cops caught video footage of the raccoon in question shortly after the bodies were found in other cathedrals. Mobians have been scared of this place ever since and the neighborhood has been evacuated do to that fear." Aster says while Drake stands by the doors.

"And some mobians have come to worship him as a new messiah with the messages he's left with the last seven victims. I wonder why is it than that they cant trace his signal during the 'Prayer' as its been labeled. Someones gotta have a clue to where this loon is." Drake mumbles as he stares at the gothic doorway of the church. He scratches his head as he turns around and bumps into a young female raccoon.

"My bad little lady didnt see you there." Drake says taking a knee to help her up. She shakes her head with a small smile as she takes his hand of help. Drake smells the blood and goes wide eyed for a second before passing out from a needle in his neck. Aster stays silent as Drake passes out.

"See momma I caught the bad man after daddy." The raccoon girl says pulling the needle out and waving at a bush. The female fox that ran the inn Drake slept at walks out.

"Good girl. Now lets get him inside before anyone sees." The fox says grabbing Drake by his feet.

An hour later Drake groans awake strapped to a table with a light glaring down at him. He thinks back to what happened before he fell out. The flash back coming back he sighs and grinds his teeth a little.

"Seems someone is noticing his mistake." Aster says. Drake glares at his jacket quickly and than lays back.

"Cant blame you for that one, i deserved it. Guess the bait was too good for him to pass up." Drake mutters under his breath to Aster. She snorts in reply and Drake feels something hovering over his hands.

"Not yet, let the bait settle a little more. But if you feel like im in trouble...feel free to get dirty." Drake says the sensation leaves his wrist as Aster sighs. Drake whistles a tune from his childhood as he waits for the next half an hour till his target appears. A four foot tall raccon with well built frame wearing a priests robe.

"Hello my little sheep. Glad to see your comfy in your protective bindings." The raccoon says.

"Well you left me on this slab with nothing to get comfy with so i made do." Drake replies.

"Heh you are quite the talkative type arent you little sheep." He says.

"No shit Sherlock, I've been stuck up here for half an hour with nothing to do but whistle an old lullaby." Drake says

"Hmm, do you know why you are here little-"

"Call me little sheep one more time and I'm gonna tear a hole through your windpipe." Drake interrupts the raccoon getting tired of that comendering tone that follows the words.

"Fine than hunter, i assume you are here for my head but it seems you're about to lose yours." The raccoon says dropping the fatherly tone to his true thug accent. He walks towards a table with a bloody cloth over it and powerlines leading out from underneath it.

"You assume I'll lose my head here, but let me ask you, do you know why i didn't tear your daughter in half before the needle touched my skin? Or why I didn't drag your wife out of the bushes when they hid behind me?" Drake asks making the raccoon stop in his tracks. Aster uses the moment to slice the straps lightly, enough that they can be broken with even the slightest move. The raccoon turns around glaring at Drake.

"Dude you think I didnt notice the table setting in the back of the inn? Or that i was being followed from cathedral to cathedral? Not to mention your ladies eyes when she heard me say i was a hunter." Drake says. The raccoon looks confused.

"Than why did you allow yourself to be captured?" He asks walking over to Drake puzzled now.

"Honestly i didnt know you would send your own flesh and blood to capture me, that threw me for a loop for a second. But its just how I hunt by myself. I dont go looking for prey i let them come to me." Drake finishes with a grin freeing his hand and grabbing the raccoon by his robe and tossing him over the table with the power tools. Drake quickly curls into a spin dash to free himself and stands up on the floor. Two gunshots in his direction make him turn towards the firing squad of the wife and child. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Drake summons Aster in physical form. A scythe blade with a gap where its connected to the curved staff, a smaller blade growing out the opposite side. Gold trimm visibly and bulbously formimg a drip down pattern down the staff till it reaches the bottom where the gold turns into a spear point.

Drake spins the scythe around in his hand as he walks towards the two females. Bullets bounce off the scythe like rubber as Drake gets closer to them. Once the ammunition is out Drake stops spinning the scythe and grabs a point on the foxes collar bone that sends her to sleep. He back steps the small Raccoon and slams the wood down across her back before striking her several times with his fingers in specific locations to immobolize her and put her to sleep as well.

"Now that the peanut gallery is take care of, where were we?" Drake asks gibing Aster one final spin before resting her against his shoulder. The male Raccoon has stumbled back on the floor.

"You are some sort of Demon, you must be!" He exclaims. Drake snorts as he grips Aster with both hands.

"Hear that Aster, he thinks we're demons." Drake says. A shimmer from the balde makes the Raccoon back up more.

"Ah if only he could hear me, id havea few choice words for him to show him how demon like we are." Aster says to Drake. Drake grins watching as the man scrambles for a knife. He stops a few feet away from the raccoon whos now on his feet with a serrated blood covered machete. Drake leans one foot forward and one foot back, lowering Aster to hover above the floor he holds her with both hands at the ready to swing. The raccoon charges at Drake like a scared child wildy swinging the machete. Drake waits till hes within two feet of them and swings Aster in an upward arc going right through him, than coming back down in the opposite direction. He side steps as the raccoon passes him still swinging scared. Drake finishes by slicing aster through his neck. All three attacks leave no mark on the raccoon whos confused as he felt the blade go through him all three times.

"Im gonna give you two options now psycho. Come quietly and live out your days in a jail cell nice and comfy. Or." Drake says snapping his fingers. The cuts slowly form where the blade touched, not deep like they should be but enough that they are drawing faint amounts of blood.

"I let your cuts form fully to the point of no return." Drake says making a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat. The raccoon gasps in pain feeling the sensation of the two across his body getting deeper agonizingly slowly.

"Please, just stop the pain! Take me in but stop this torture." He begs. Drake raises a brow and steps over to the writhing raccoon.

"You think this is pain? You think i should show you mercy that you never showed to twenty others? No this isnt pain and suffering, this isnt torture yet little sheep." Drake says makimg the raccoon look up at him for a moment. In that moment drake showed him something few others see unless he wants them too.

"Remember you know nothing of suffering, pain, or torture. I'll take you in but you nore your family will remember the other. Of that i will make sure of." Drake says lifting Aster and slamming the spear point down onto his targets head.

Drake: No i didnt kill the guy. Aster can sever bonds and memories with her spear point. I simply took all threes memories of being together from the point of the killings. The wife thought he had left her and the child and thats the way it will stay while the shit rots his life away in prison now. And quick note from the mun that no more stories this week. He'll have more ready next week but this week he will be focusingnon his other project. If you want to Rp with us we can do that or answer questions. But no stories for the next six days.

#sonic au #sonic oc #fantasy #fanfic #fandom #Drake

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anerbananers · 6 years

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So my husband is an aspiring voice actor! Here he is doing a dramatic reading of a short story I wrote. IT IS INCREDIBLE. I have to share it with you all! He’s really an incredible speaker and voice actor.

I also illustrated the art. <3

You can read the story under the cut!

And Red All Over

It’s been decades since she cut it; nearing century now- or perhaps two. She has long since lost track of the things called days. Time was a distant friend to her now, for they had long since parted ways. Long hair forms a ruddy halo around herpale form; her locks form a shroud, a hooded cloak. Looking this way she is asethereal as she is becoming, and it pleases her- such cleverness.

Her smile is lupineand far too wide for such a delicate face. But perhaps there is a realization even more haunting: such a smile comes far too easily to a girl that’s far too pale with hair that’s far too red. She has long forgotten that she used to be a child like any other child- smelling of flowers and warm cream and possibility. Now, she is something else entirely, or perhaps partially. She is twisted vengeance wrapped in flesh and dipped in bitter honey; she is warm cream turned sour on the bottom. She is the witch in her cottage, the roaring giant, the sleeping dragon. She is the wolf in sweet clothing.

Her baths are always quiet, undisturbed. The birds know to roost elsewhere, and the bugs burrow deeper into the mud. In the somber forest, beneath the largest willow, her rose-colored bath is filled with dark water. She slips in, a rose-colored girl filled with dark things. The basin is a womb, safe and rejuvenating. She clings to that feeling; let’s herself be swallowed whole. Her hair spills out over the rim, pooling downward in tendrils of red. Such cascading color would easily remind a passerby of…perhaps fresh berries finely crushed, or the parting of a maiden’s lips. Red like a fresh rose, the quivering eye of a mouse at night, red like flowing silk or a ripened ruby…but certainly not red like anything else.

And certainly not like the dark water of her bath; so painstakingly procured, so carefully poured. She is nearly translucent within it, like the ghost of the moon. Shesoaks like slim parchment stained with dark ink. She submerges her head, semi-buoyant in the thick solvent of her bath, and waits.She waits and waits and waits and lies perfectly still. Who is to say how long she stays there, never drowning? Certainly not her, for time to one such as she is likerecalling the memory of a dream. But she’s waiting. She’s waiting until it’s been long enough that she feels-and oh! Just barely, just a taste, just a sip, just a suckle. It prickles behind her eyes and stings her throat: fear and death and dying and pain.

Not true feeling, but the shadows in their wake. Her body remembers remembering. Back to when she was a child like any other child, what she was before she became a cocktail of violence and ice. Still quaking beneath the surface, she opens her eyes, celestial orbs glowing in an abyssal pool. Her body remembers desire and despair and mortality and finality for just a moment…and then it’s gone; a simple passing quiver ripples through her, and through the dark water. She can almost hear the echo of a stuttering heart. Of lungs crushed like fresh berries.

It’s been so long since she cut it. And now her hair tickles her behind the knees and wraps around her like a hungry snake; coiling and writhing in the bath in a hypnotic dance. Moments later, or perhaps years, she stands. The bath is cold now, no longer fresh. She uses a nearby stream to rinse her body, but her hair stays thick and heavy. She won’t rinse it, doesn’t need to, for it has already dried. Her self-made cloak is wrapped around her once more, fastened in place by a dangling pendant with a center stone so fine that it could make diamonds weep. So black that it was violet, the cryptic stone seemed to swallow all light and hold it inside for safekeeping; such a fitting clasp for a girl that did just the same. From a nearby branch she plucks a basket full of flowers…. and warm cream and possibility. And of course, fresh bread.

Her once quiet, practiced footsteps become loud, practiced footsteps, echoing through the silent woods like cicada in summertime. But it was now autumn, and red leaves cracked beneath her feet. Only red leaves. Red like the tall red trees from which they fell, dead. Red like her hair. Red like the bath water. Red all over. Her lips part, still too wide for anyone’s liking but her own, and a sound most feral shakes more red leaves from the trees. Rust-colored rain in slow-motion, they vibrate to the frantic tune of: “Help! Someone please help me! Don’t let him get me!”

And then she waits. She’s good at waiting. The forest sings her song and she waits for the traveller. Who it is she cannot tell, not just yet. Only that she can feel them, like she feels everything in this somber wood. She waits and waits and waits. And maybe it has been a year of waiting, or perhaps two. But eventually they come. Heavy footsteps. A man, most likely. Between one tree and the next she ripens; her lips a bit more soft, her figure elongates in the right places. Her red hair no longer balloons around her, but clings to her form, not a cloak but a maiden’s cape.

To his liking. Her wide grin becomes petite, matronly, and her cheeks are now rosy. She is a woman like any other woman: full of flowers and warm cream and…possibility. Another set of footsteps. Smaller these. Oh. Oh. It’s a couple. Older. Husband and wife. In a flurry of leaves, still very red, she becomes quite young, quite fearful, waiting to be saved and cradled by those who had once known children of their own, now grown and gone. A red cloak of red hair, barefoot, shivering. They come upon her like this. They smile at her, and promises tumble from their lips like honey and poetry. They will take her away from this place; they will save her from the monster in the woods.

“Run”, she says. “We must run!” They hurry through the thick trees. “This way, this way!” She calls out to them. And they run and they run, but they are old and they are tired.

But that’s quite all right. The wolf would rather hunt other things. A rabbit or two surely crossed his path along the way. He is gone. Let us rest here, in this glade, with the large, lonely willow and the tiny stream. Such a peculiar place. Such a peculiar girl. They embrace her lovingly. What a sweet little girl in sweet clothing. What a sweet little thing. She shares her flowers and warm cream and fresh bread. They share their possibility. Come live with us, they say. Stay with us. The woods are far too dangerous for a child like any other child. Just like the bread and the cream, they are warm too; their smiles and their laughter. Like a warm bath. She wants to feel warm too. Wants to hold it for safekeeping. For just a moment. Just a taste, just a sip, just a suckle. They make to leave, to continue through the red leaves before the red sun sets, but it’s too late.

Oh dear, oh dear! The wolf is near. “Where?” they ask, shaking. They turn in circles, waiting for a strike. Oh dear, oh dear! The wolf is here. Suddenly, the old couple can feel it in their old bones, and they understand. They understand in the way something old understands something ancient. Her smile was always quite too wide, her hair far too red, and her skin much too pale. But soon she’s red all over.

-- -- -- -- -- -- In the quiet red wood with the quiet red leaves sits the quiet red girl in her quiet red water. She waits and waits and her hair becomes heavy. It’s been so long since she cut her hair, but much longer since she felt warm...perhaps a century, maybe two. Or perhaps just a moment ago. Or perhaps never at all.

Still, her bath has gone cold again all the same. And that just won’t do. END

#scary story #horror #short story #little red riding hood #the wolf #voice acting #voiceover #dramatic reading #creative writing

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aces-to-apples · 7 years

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AU Square - RvB Bingo Wars

For the Blue Team: a Skyrim AU ft. Freelancers.

Warnings: mild violence, creepy implications of what a necromancer might want with all-female ghosts, and a bunch of Skyrim-specific jargon.

Here on AO3.

Lost Relic

“I told you to duck,” North said again, for the third time in as many minutes. He received nothing in reply as they all began to examine the throne room in earnest, but a moment later he added, “I don’t get why you’re so mad—it’s barely even a graze.”

Carolina sighed and did her best to breathe the way Wash had shown her back at the Fort, but it did little to block out York’s exasperated shout of “Of course I’m mad! You shot me!” or the ensuing squabble. She could recite the key points of each man’s argument by rote at that point, she’d heard similar ones enough times since joining the Dawnguard.

Casting her eyes around the room, she let their bickering fade into the background as she searched for their prize. Her eyes skittered around the icy room, avoiding the body of the necromancer who’d taken up residence in the barrow as well the remains of his… experiments.

“North,” she said sharply, cutting through the increasingly loud voices of both men, “scout down that hall to the left, make sure there aren’t any draugr or more of these... specters lurking around.”

The archer in question nodded easily and headed off while Carolina turned toward their resident thief. “York, you search this room for the hammer while I check out the one through that door,” she ordered, gaze flickering over to the madman who had ruled over Yngvild for who knew how long. “And search the body while you’re at it. We don’t want anything dangerous that he might have been carrying to fall into the wrong hands.”

“As you command, madam,” York said with his usual cheer and headed over to rifle through the dead Altmeri’s pockets.

Satisfied, she moved up the stairs and past the throne, scooping up a soul gem and an obscure-looking book of magic that Wash might find uses for. The priest might really hear one of the Nine in his head or he might be as much of a madman as the Altmeri, but he was on their side and seemed reasonably harmless, so she saw no harm in bringing him a new toy.

The iron door behind the throne lead to a bedroom (or a room that had been repurposed as such), as evidence by the fur-strewn bed—

Carolina blanched.

There was another specter lighting up the room with an otherworldly blue glow—like the one in the throne room, it was a girl. And she was reclining on the bed.

Taking a deep breath, Carolina drew Dawnbreaker from its sheath on her belt and crept forward, but was quickly noticed. The spectral young woman drew a dagger, but a slice to the stomach and a thrust into her heart made quick work of her and, like her sister in servitude, her form dispersed and coalesced into a puddle on the stone floor.

Carolina spared a moment of silence for the poor girl before searching the room. She found a few useful potions on a shelf, a few precious gems and a fat pouch of septims in a chest, a magic staff that Wash might also enjoy, and an unusual red gem in a golden case, but no Rune Hammer, much to her dismay. After casting another glance around the room, she turned and reentered the throne room, hoping York had more luck.

When she stepped back out into the open, she was surprised to see that their other comrades had finished clearing the rest of Yngvild and had joined them. York, casually peeking into a large urn by the wall, was speaking with the leader of the troupe of Companions—North’s very own sister, South—while Butch looked over his scimitar blade for nicks and Maine leaned against a stone pillar, buffing his wolf-themed gauntlets.

She nodded to the two male Companions, who responded with a pleasant smile and an assessing look respectively, before making her way over to her own second-in-command. “I take it you found it, York,” Carolina ventured once she’d gotten within a polite speaking distance. He shrugged and nodded, so she turned to South. “Did you and the others have any trouble clearing out the rest of the barrow?”

South looked at her a snorted. “Please,” she said with a feral grin, hefting up her ghostly-green mace. “It was easy as a sweet roll. Just a few draugr and those shades. That what you’re here for?”

“Yes, it is,” Carolina answered, glancing at the large warhammer now holstered on York’s back. Then, frowning, she looked around the room. “Where’s Connie?”

“I sent her to catch up with my brother,” South said, jerking her chin in the direction Carolina had sent him earlier. The movement drew attention to the golden-bronze circlet holding back her hair; with its pale blue stones and thrumming aura of power, it was surely worth a veritable fortune, but the one time she’d asked North why his sister didn’t sell it and retire to a keep-sized manor, he’d laughed so hard he’d cried and remarked that with all the trouble it had been to procure the damn thing, she had better not. He refused to say more on the subject and Carolina didn’t feel comfortable asking the other woman herself.

A moment later, footsteps echoed through the icy fortress and they all turned to see two brown-clad figures jogging up the incline. “Uh, boss?” North called, sounded unnerved. “You’re going to want to see this.”

“Found something worse than a necromancer,” York joked, twirling a bright green jewel between his fingers, but they all followed the archer and mage through the glacial passageway without much complaint. The thief began complaining immediately, both about the graze North had given him earlier as well as the frigid temperatures, but seeing as the armor he’d chosen from Fort Dawnguard had neither pauldrons nor sleeves, he didn’t gain much more than a cuff to the back of the head from Maine.

They bypassed a window cut into the stone walls in favor of the door and came to a stunned stop at the threshold to the room at the end of the hall. No less than half a dozen bodies—all young women of various races—lie scattered around the room. Nobody spoke for a long moment.

“Alright,” Carolina croaked, blinking rapidly. “We obviously can’t just leave them like this.”

Various noises of assent greeted that statement, and without speaking, they all began to gather the bodies and place them in a row against the wall. That done, Carolina looked at the twins for what to do next, being the only Nords in the group. Brother and sister glanced at each other before speaking a few solemn words over the bodies and setting them alight, as they were also the only ones with any Destructive spells in their arsenals.

After that depressing scene, they all filed down the last corridor and up the spiral staircase, a much more subdued group than they had been when they’d arrived. Seeing the lengths to which evil mages would go in order to further their own mad goals had that effect, Carolina mused, remembering her own father and what he’d done in his grief when they’d lost her mother.

She managed a half-hearted smile at York’s victorious crowing when it turned out that past the iron door at the top of the wooden stairs was a lever connected to a secret door hidden in the rock. North grudgingly handed over a modest pouch of septims to the tune of his sister’s mocking while they all headed for the barrow’s exit, either avoiding the sight of all of the ghostly remains or defiantly looking at each of them.

Stepping back out into the late-morning light brought with it flurries of snow, bone-chilling winds, and even more complaining from York. Tacitly agreeing to stay together until they once again reached Dawnstar, they hiked back down to where the twins had carved a path of solid ice in the ocean water between Yngvild’s host island and the mainland.

The second hike was almost worse as the winds picked up and the snowbanks gained in height, but eventually they crested a hill and saw the almost-pathetically welcome sight of Dawnstar before them. Much to the menfolk’s very vocal appreciation, both groups headed for the Windpeak Inn—the Dawnguard because Carolina knew she wouldn’t hear the end of it if they had to brave the carriage-ride back to less glacial pastures without first defrosting, and the Companions because Connie evidently had business with the court wizard over in the White Hall.

With their latest adventure over and done with, they all settled down in front of the fire with food and drink and began to socialize in earnest. Nursing her own cup of mead, Carolina thought how grateful she was to be a part of something.

#rvb bingo wars #blue team entry #red vs. blue #rvb fic #rvb au #skyrim au #by apples #freelancers

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bulletpunchcut · 7 years

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More Questions Than Answers (With @Evayhne_BDB)

Assail I found my foot tapping against the floor under mine chair, impatient with having to wait for Evayhne. It wasn't her fault, she was currently occupied with her managers at the far end of the VIP section. I kept mine gaze on the crowds, unwilling to give the eyes that scoured this place the idea that I was here for anything other than the pleasant company of one of their finest hostesses. I held the sole of mine shoe firmly to the floor the now, forcing my body to keep its relaxed pose as I fingered the tumbler that held an untouched drink. Mine cousins were wading amongst the humans, their grins snarky and feral as they communicated wordlessly with just glances back and forth at one another. I knew they’d keep their distance until I signaled for them, and I was thankful for the distraction this eve as the minutes ticked by. I had a dead dealer and the male responsible for his death was now on my list. He owed me cash and an errand. I wondered about the male’s heritage. There was little information on his patronage, I must needs dig deeper. He didn’t seem to be one of the Brotherhood’s trainees, but more the lone wolf type. A rogue hunter, a civilian vampire with some sort of grandiose scheme to take down the Lessening Society on their own. Which, if it were true, meant I could take advantage of his need for vengeance. I downed my drink, manners forgotten as the prospect of such a prospect lowered my lips into a scowl. Evayhne *I stood with the others while #Trez and #Xhex went through the things to remember for the night. I was in all black tonight, leather pants, cotton v-neck t-shirt and boots which was a normal gear for the waitresses. All black, leather. #Rehv wasn’t into formal uniforms, he wanted us to blend in and be whatever his customers need … or just work. He gave us complete autonomy. He even helped us if we had the courage to ask. He always seem to know if we were having troubles with clientele or so stressed we needed some time off. Even Xhex. I felt his eyes on me, like a warm caress on my back ... my six chambered heart beating a little faster. I stayed focused for the rest of the meeting, as soon as it was finished I looked behind me saw that his drink was full so I headed his way. The floor was crowded as the norm. I maneuvered my way through the masses. The heat and sweat filled my nose from the humans. Different perfumes from the woman and the cologne from the men were mixed did not mask the scent of the male sitting by himself. I recognized the scents of his cousin's who was strategically standing on either side of Assail. Protecting him. Hmmm. A flutter to my right, turning I saw #Rhev’s duster as he made way through gen pop into VIP and towards the back of the club where his office was. He briefly paused in his walk to bowed his head towards me and then glanced towards Assail and looked back at me and gave me an imperceptible nod and continued on. I told myself he only wanted info about the club and for whatever reason #Rhev approved of our conversations. Assail The moment Evayhne headed in my direction, mine cousins distanced themselves further, disappearing into the crowd. They knew my plans, and besides, they were scouring the patrons for Brotherhood trainees, hoping to do a little sniffing around. I had some curiosities about the young males that frequented the Reverend’s club. Trainees of the Brotherhood were often overzealous, short-tempered … foolish. They came to clubs like this, drank too much, then marched across Caldwell, looking for a fight. Mine gaze was drawn to Evayhne as she approached, ignoring her glance over at the Reverend, admiring her leather-clad figure instead. Yes, I knew he was there. He knew I was here. But he would not know mine intentions. Or that I was at his club for any other reason than to engage with the lovely hostess who now joined me. “Did you order a drink for yourself?” I took her hand and brushed a chaste kiss on the back of it. “I am most interested to hear about your visit with your boss. But first I must ask, how fare thee this eve? Has business been good for you since we last met?” Evayhne *I shook my head at his first question. I had to keep my head clear since I haven’t fed in a while and I needed to be on my game. His lips were warm against the back of my hand sending slight tremor up my arm yet again. I looking into his eyes and they seemed a little dilated as I sat down.* I am well as can be. *I scratch my lip as my fangs descended unexpectedly and quickly licked the wound and wiped at it with my index finger. I quickly changed the subject.* And how fare thee, sire? *I asked in the Old Language. I watched as his eyes widen which only made me smile as he realized I was older than he apparently assumed. I was pleased that I could surprise him. I leaned on my elbow on the table as I moved my legs to the side and cross them at the calves and continue to smile.* Assail I lifted two fingers at the nearest waitress when Evayhne answered that she had not had a drink yet. Mine gaze fixes on her mouth as her fangs make a brief appearance. But her question in the Old Language distracted me, an uneven smile sliding up one cheek as I watched her. “I am well, thank you, Evayhne.” As I answered in the Old Language as well, my accent was a bit thicker than hers, but she understood just fine. I leaned towards her as she got comfortable, drinks arriving not ten seconds later. “Have you fed lately, Evayhne? I do hope your bosses accommodate your blood needs. If not, I shall be having a stern word with them about their practices. Surely they have males on staff for you?” I slid her drink over to her and palmed mine, taking a few slow sips as I observed her carefully. The music pounded around us, bodies writhing all over the dancefloor. I had no doubts mine cousins were working their way among the crowds, Ehric enjoying the company and Evale enjoying his task. Evayhne *One of the girls brought me my usual but as I picked up the glass to quench my suddenly dry mouth … his question about feeding had me glancing away.* Um, no but I … I'm fine. Most of the staff is human with a few exceptions. *I quickly lied as I brought the glass to my lips but the ice rattled as a tremor betrayed me and revealed my lie. My heart beating rapidly as I quickly slammed the glass back down on the table and tried to change the subject.* I’m sure you are very busy male. What can I do for you this night? *I looked away before he could answer and watched around the club to at the other patrons. I could feel his stare as I avoided his observance. I knew I was being evasive and aloof, but I knew my faults were my own and revealing them to a male such is this one. Not with his expensive suit, expensive watch, cuff links, he exuded luxury and privilege. He need not know about my background and current situation. All he wants is information. Only info. He wasn't here to see me. I needed to remember that as I wait for his response wondering what he would say next.* Assail I catalogued every movement in Evayhne’s reaction. She was avoiding eye contact by looking away, avoiding saying too much by downing her drink, then changing the subject altogether. This was the first time I’d seen her go totally cold, as if I was just a John and she wanted nothing from me but the business at hand. I froze my expression before a frown could form on it, lifting my glass so my face would have something to do besides react. My mind began cataloging all the things I knew about this female. She worked for the Reverend, but not in the same manner as the other females in the VIP section. She was willing to dig for information for cash. And she played her part quite well, both with me and with other patrons and staff. Masks, so many masks. We all wore them, some of us more convincingly than others. Rather than push an issue she clearly didn’t wish to breach, I set my glass down and let it go. “I was wondering how the interaction with your boss went. Did you have a chance to speak to the Reverend about the humans selling drugs in his club or the overdoses?” Evayhne *The glass clinked noisedly on the table by my unsteady hand, numb to the cold, as I placed it on the table. I needed to feed … by tonight, if not tomorrow. I was relieved that he accepted my lie and I tried to focus. Pushing my hunger aside, I needed to deal with the present.* Actually, one of the girls … #Stella overdosed and one of the bodyguards had to take her to the hospital. When I showed the baggie to #Rehv and he already knew. He called in #Xhex and #Trez and they started mulling over the repercussions of this new guy. #Rehv was livid to say the least. He gave me the following night off, but I ended covering a shift for one the girls. *I took deep cleansing breaths to stave my hunger, then felt a sting on my lip. I swiped my tongue and tasted blood. I picked up my drink again to hide my thirst yet again as I sat up straighter in my seat. I attempted to hide my action as I waved one of the girls down for another round of drinks. When I turned back to my guest, he was staring right at me. Damn. What had he noticed? Assail I kept my gaze borderline uninterested as Evayhne spoke. I didn’t want her to think I didn’t care about what she had learned, but I also was trying to be respectful of her desire for privacy. Scribe knew I would kill for mine own. Apparently the Reverend was privy to the human dealer in his club. For a moment my adrenaline spiked … did he have eyes on me as well? Ears? Was I putting this female in danger by asking questions? Then again … humans weren’t always the brightest. My Lesser dealers were proof enough of that. Vampires had quick eyes, quick noses, quick reflexes, we could spot handoffs, hear deals under the table, whispers in the dark corners … all that. Which is why the descending fangs of the female sitting next to me was like a tuning fork in a concert hall. Another round of drinks arrived, and we both gulped them down without speaking. Normally I enjoyed forcing awkwardness on my patrons, but normally I was trying to get them to spill information they wished to keep secret. With Evayhne, she knew I was paying good money for her intel. “Can you tell me more about the Reverend’s reaction? He was angry, yes? How did he look, when he found out? Specifically? And Evayhne…” I leaned in and lowered my voice. “If you have blood needs, mayhaps I can arrange for one of mine cousins to assist you?” Evayhne *As I took another fortifying swallow of vodka as I pondered his questions thinking about how my answers would affect my family here. There was a known reason why most people stayed clear of #Rehv’s fury.* He was beyond enraged but not surprised. When #Trez and #Xhex arrived the temperature room grew more cold. Like an icebox. I heard small snippets about … other dealers, damn humans, unexpectant revelations about some supplier. *I shrugged as I tried to think back about yesterday morning as I stood to the side while the three of them cursed.* They talked about having to deal with amateurs along with the undead. *A shiver ran through my body uncontrollably as I thought about lessers, creatures that were once human until the #Omega took their hearts from their beating chests and replaced their blood with his own.* Thank the Scribe I have never had the opportunity to come across them. The tension was palpable … I was relieved to be dismissed. *I thought about my relief and thought of how I was suppose to have tonight off and how I planned to feed and then one of the girls fell ill and here I was sitting at the table with this gorgeous male. And then his last few words hit me like a freight train. I could actually feel myself salivating as my fangs unsheathed. I turned my head quickly in my chagrin, my cheeks warmed from mortification. I let it go on for two long. My head was spinning. My eyes dimmed, my fangs throbbed, and I closed my eyes to take deep fortifying breaths to calm my nerves. As I reopened them and they refocused I could see the narrowed amethyst eyes of #Rehv. Trained on me. Shit. Instantly, I knew he was pissed that I hadn’t asked him for help to feed. I had wanted to try and do it on my own. He nodded imperceptibly as he had heard Assail’s offer. I gradually turned back to Assail as I found the strength to overcome my bloodlust and nodded slowly.* I-I-If they would n-n-not m-m-mind. *The quivering was barely under controlled. Then all of sudden #BigRob strolled up to our table.* “Boss man said you were suppose to be off tonight, E. I called in one of the other girls to cover the shift your covering. You're off tonight. Plus a week. Paid. He doesn’t want you back until next Friday. Go on girl, take off. Boss’s orders.” *He left without waiting for a response. My mouth was hanging open laced with a “but” balanced on my lips until I saw #Rehv’s thunderous expression when I turned in his direction … as if he knew what exactly what I was thinking. He gave me a pointed look as if to say … “Don’t even think about it. I’ll damn well take you over my knee and spank you myself.” I flinched from his chastisement from just the one look from way across the huge room.* Assail Evayhne’s description of the Reverend’s reaction reminded me of Wrath. He was the only male I knew who could turn a room into an icebox with just his emotions. Was Reverend of noble birth? Unlikely … our paths would have crossed before now if he was of royal lineage. So what else could it mean? Had he somehow amped up his power? This needed more research, to be sure. But the now, I had more important things to attend to. Such as the needs of my informant. I sat back as an oversized bodyguard approached, ordering Evayhne to go home. My fingers fisted on the table, unhappy with the manner in which he spoke to her. My mouth opened to put the male in his place, but the reaction of the female next to me stopped me in my tracks. She was frozen, rigid yet shaking on the spot, her eyes locked on none other than the Reverend himself. He was glaring at her, knowingly, reinforcing the order of the giant guard. She reacted to it physically, sinking back into her chair. “Aye. May I assist you, Evayhne? Where can I take you this eve to address your blood needs? I have a vehicle outside. Anywhere you’d like to go. And Ehric will be at your disposal. He shall be the perfect gentleman.” I lifted one finger, and mine cousins emerged from the shadows behind us, flanking the table. I offered my hand to Evayhne, waiting patiently for her decision. Evayhne *I looked up, only to look even higher as my head fell back stretching my neck as I met his cousins for the first time and just gaped. There was a rarity among the vampire species and they were it … a set of identical twins. Dark, heavily muscled, very handsome males … apparently gorgeousness ran in this family. Just wow. My mouth was parched and my hands were shaking so badly but I managed to place my numb hand into his. He easily lifted me off my seat bringing me abruptly in front of him with one pull.* I live with with a human … so I c-c-can't … *Another reason why I hadn't fed in so long. It wasn't like I had my own place. There was reasonable degree of intimacy when it came to feeding. Which was why there were often supervised when you first came out of transition. As adults … it was a delicate dance between the sexes. A game. All of which caused me much apprehension. A disadvantage in this situation. Assail I could tell Evayhne was distraught, and far be in from me not to take care of those that had served me well. I slid an arm around the female’s thin waist, easily supporting her slight weight, but not allowing others to see that she needed the support. Ehric strode in front, Evale in the rear, and we escorted my confidant out the back door. I could feel the Reverend’s hot eyes on us, but it was only a matter of time before I was the bullseye in his target. An idea came to me then, and with a smirk I slid my eyes his way, winking at the male as we passed. I felt a low cool breeze, and knew I had hit a chord with the owner of the club. Perfect. Once outside the males opened up the Tahoe, and I helped Evayhne inside. The twins slid up front and in an instant, we were off. I leaned forward and spoke quietly to Ehric as he drove. I had a quiet condo downtown, it was for emergencies such as if I was unable to return to my home on the Hudson before sunrise. It also was a place to lay low if my house was being watched. My reinforcements had yet to be tested, but I always had a back up plan. We circled the city streets until pulling into an underground parking garage. Ehric parked the car and turned it off. I turned to Evayhne and spoke low. “This is a condo I own, it is private and safe. I will escort you up with Ehric, and then Evale and I will give you whatever privacy you desire. I swear unto you, female, that you are in no danger, and nothing is expected of you except that you take what you need from mine cousin. There is no debt incurred for this. Is that clear?” Evayhne *Before I knew what was really happening, I was outside and into an SUV. An expensive SUV. The handsome twins sat in front while Assail sat with me in the back. All that male testosterone in one now very small vehicle. My mouth was watering. I was barely hanging on by a thread. We were in an underground garage underneath a building in downtown Caldwell. Perhaps he lived here? Strange. He seemed like a male who coveted privacy and control. Living with neighbors seemed out of character. Then he said “condo that I own” rather than “this is where I live” which meant he owned probably lots of places like this. And that perhaps my first assumption was correct. My wayward thoughts were interrupted when Assail spoke about privacy and security and debt. All I could do was nod. I couldn't speak without feeling the desire to attack him where he sat and drink deeply from his vein. His blood surely would nearly be pure … considering his obvious upbringing. I felt numb all over as I sat there quietly, my entire body tense and rigid with the control I had to muster to keep from being a savage animal.* Assail With care the twins and myself exited the Tahoe, and I went around to open Evayhne’s door. Taking her hand, I led her from the vehicle and to the building’s private elevators. Ehric inserted his keycard and we were upstairs in a flash. I kept the female at my side until we were safely inside the condo. Evale headed off to turn on the lights and make sure there was a room ready for Evayhne. He returned quickly with a nod. Ehric stood watch over us as the moments passed. “You may go with Ehric now, Evayhne.” Mine cousin smiled politely and offered his arm to the stunning female. His eyes met mine briefly in understanding. He would be only what she wanted and needed, and take nothing in return unless invited to do so. Evale stood at the chamber’s door, ready to stand guard. I offered a bow of mine head towards Evayhne. “Go the now, take what is needed. I will remain nearby.” Evayhne *My body felt so strung out, as we left the SUV and into the elevator. A few moments later, we arrived to an exquisite condo, fully furnished with beautiful furniture and most likely expertly designed and decorated. Standing there between these gorgeous men made my libido who took a backseat to my blood lust, suddenly come front and center. My fangs immediately unsheathed and cut my bottom lip, my mouth started to water and I could feel my whole body shaking. Fuck. I waited /way/ too long. This was going to get messy. There were reasons why we were taught to keep to a regular feeding schedule. Reasons why rogue vampires with no moral compass were put down. Why the humans had their legends and portrayed vampires as they did. There was always some truth to the legends. Though we were not vampires in the most /human/ traditional sense. Though we need to feed on our own kind to survive and flourish. It was not uncommon, to be able to feed off humans to survive if drastic measures called for it. The problem was, human blood was not as strong and therefore multiple feeding would be needed to compensate … some couldn’t be bothered to take a little at a time. That’s how the legends began. I took the arm of the closest twin, which apparently was Ehric, and had a tight hold on his forearm to keep from collapsing completely on the ground and nodded in thanks in passing to Assail. I said nothing, in order to keep my jaw tightly clenched and entered another room. I felt so cold, goosebumps appeared on my skin. I heard the door close behind us.* Assail As Evayhne and Ehric headed off, I pulled a cigar from my pocket. Stepping outside onto the balcony, I slid the glass door closed behind me. Cutting the end of my Cuban and lighting up, I took a few deep breaths. The matter at hand was being taken care of the now. And I could let my thoughts wander to the information Evayhne had given me about the Reverend. He was powerful, mayhaps nearly as powerful as the Blind King. His allegiances with Xhex, who was rumored to be a bit off kilter in her own vampirism. Trez and his look-alike brother were also… different. Different seemed to be the keyword when it came to the Reverend. Mayhaps he was “different” as well? But how… I pulled out my phone and started making a few calls. I needed more information. But to avoid suspicion by the club owner himself, I sent my spies out after the female head of security and the oversized male who worked so closely with her. Once I had leverage on them, I had a suspicion they would lead me right to whatever it was the Reverend was hiding. And based on his reactions this eve, I was more sure the now that he definitely had things to hide. #MoreQuestionsThanAnswers #TheInformant #PartSix #BDB

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