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Blast the Book of Genesis, Chapter 1 from the Bible so we can finally know what was the first creature God created.

[1:1] In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth,

[1:2] the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters.

[1:3] Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light.

[1:4] And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness.

[1:5] God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.

[1:6] And God said, "Let there be a dome in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters."

[1:7] So God made the dome and separated the waters that were under the dome from the waters that were above the dome. And it was so.

[1:8] God called the dome Sky. And there was evening and there was morning, the second day.

[1:9] And God said, "Let the waters under the sky be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear." And it was so.

[1:10] God called the dry land Earth, and the waters that were gathered together he called Seas. And God saw that it was good.

[1:11] Then God said, "Let the earth put forth vegetation: plants yielding seed, and fruit trees of every kind on earth that bear fruit with the seed in it." And it was so.

[1:12] The earth brought forth vegetation: plants yielding seed of every kind, and trees of every kind bearing fruit with the seed in it. And God saw that it was good.

[1:13] And there was evening and there was morning, the third day.

[1:14] And God said, "Let there be lights in the dome of the sky to separate the day from the night; and let them be for signs and for seasons and for days and years,

[1:15] and let them be lights in the dome of the sky to give light upon the earth." And it was so.

[1:16] God made the two great lights - the greater light to rule the day and the lesser light to rule the night - and the stars.

[1:17] God set them in the dome of the sky to give light upon the earth,

[1:18] to rule over the day and over the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good.

[1:19] And there was evening and there was morning, the fourth day.

[1:20] And God said, "Let the waters bring forth swarms of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the dome of the sky."

[1:21] So God created the great sea monsters and every living creature that moves, of every kind, with which the waters swarm, and every winged bird of every kind. And God saw that it was good.

[1:22] God blessed them, saying, "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth."

[1:23] And there was evening and there was morning, the fifth day.

[1:24] And God said, "Let the earth bring forth living creatures of every kind: cattle and creeping things and wild animals of the earth of every kind." And it was so.

[1:25] God made the wild animals of the earth of every kind, and the cattle of every kind, and everything that creeps upon the ground of every kind. And God saw that it was good.

[1:26] Then God said, "Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the wild animals of the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth."

[1:27] So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

[1:28] God blessed them, and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth."

[1:29] God said, "See, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit; you shall have them for food.

[1:30] And to every beast of the earth, and to every bird of the air, and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food." And it was so.

[1:31] God saw everything that he had made, and indeed, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.

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Closest match: Naumovozyma dairenensis CBS 421 chromosome 11, complete genome Common name: Budding yeast

(I could not find an image of this organism, so here is an image of Naumovozyma castellii instead.)

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stalkerofthegods · 4 months

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Zeus Greek god, Straight to the point deep dive on epiphets, offerings, etc.

Herbs • Holm oak, olive tree, star anise, dandelion, almonds, pine, vervain, oak in general.

Animals• cuckoo-bird, swan, bull, satyr, eagle, wolf, woodpecker

Zodiac • Sagittarius and Pisces, maybe cancer.

Colors • Silver, blue, white, gold

Crystal• White and yellow diamonds, Lapis lazuli, Blue and yellow sapphires, turquoise, celestite, iron/steel, any quartz

Symbols• olive tree branch, throne, Lightning bolt, a crown, scepter, the Aegis

Diety of• sky and weather, the Greek gods, cities, the home, property, strangers, guests, and supplicants, law, order, justice, hospitality, Kings

Patron of• the sky and weather, men, the Greek gods, cities, the home, property, strangers, guests, and supplicants, law, order, justice

Offerings• Wine, Whiskey, Milk, Tea, Coffee, Small cakes, Breads, Red meat, Scaled fish, Fruit, Rain water, Silver, blue, white, gold candles, Figures of eagles and bulls, Symbols of a thubderbolt, The scales of justice, Crowns, Statues of Himself, eagles, or thunderbolts, Cinnamon, Laurel, Art or pictures of eagles and bulls, Eagle and bull plushies/toys, Oak, Pine, Toy crowns, Imagery of thunderbolts (ex- art, keychains, pictures, toys), Photographs or art of storms, Golden oobjects, Blue, white, or gold flowers, Assignments you got good grades on anything you are proud of (ex-art, writings, a dance you made or perfected, your songs, your favorite toy that you’ve taken care of for years.), the fat on the bones of the animals, a scepter, throne photos &, etc, fruit juice, rainwater, wedding rings, White wine, medals, hammers, acorns, cotton balls, coins.

Devotional• Check the weather for the day, Learn to recognize the different kinds of clouds, Speak out if you see an injustice (do not speak over those actually receiving the injustice), Dance in the rain, Examine ideas on fatherhood, examine how any paternal influence you received may have impacted your life, your parents for the good parenting you received, Listen to storms and bask in their glory (whether its a real storm or you’re just listening to a recording of one), Learn to appreciate different kinds of weather, learn the property lines of your house, Take care of yourself, Learn a little more about politics and the current political state of your country, fight for what you believe in (only if it is not harming others), Help sort out a conflict or an argument, Also learn about your country’s legal system, Be hospitable, Take leadership in a project that you’re doing, Destigmatize sex work and homelessness, Practice divination, Learn about your local hawks/eagles/birds of prey, learn ornithomancy (divination from the flight of birds), study meteorology and climate change, study local and national politics, practice good citizenship, vote, volunteer to register voters, support issues and candidates, collect rainwater, support your family, help your grandparents, help people move, donate to charity & homeless centers, worship his family in his honor, singing his praises (he likes being complimented)

Ephithets• ABRETTE′NUS/Abrettênos-surname of Zeus in Mysia, ACRAEUS/Akraios-given to various goddesses and gods whose temples were situated upon hills, AEGIDU′CHOS/AEGI′OCHOS/Aigidouchos/Aigiochos- surname of Zeus, as the bearer of the Aegis when he strikes terror into the impious and his enemies, but also a surname of Zeus being fed by a goat, AENE′IUS/AENE′SIUS/Ainêios/Ainêsios- surname of Zeus when he was worshipped in the island of Cephalenia, AE′THIOPS/Aithiops-the Glowing or the Black, AETNAEUS/Aitnaios -an epithet given to several devine beings connected with Mount Aetna, AGAMEMNON/Agamemnôn- A surname of Zeus, under when he was worshipped at Sparta, AGATHODAEMON/Agathodaimôn/Agathos Deos-Good God, when Greeks drank a cup of unmixed wine at the end of every repast, AGE′TOR/Agêtôr- surname given to several gods, AGO′NIUS/Agônios- a surname or epithet of several gods used in the sense of helpers in struggles and contests, AGORAEUS/AGORAEA/Agoraia/Agoraios-epithets given to several divinities who were considered as the protectors of the people in agora, ALASTOR/Alastôr- surname of Zeus, describing him as the avenger of evil deeds, ALEXI′CACUS/Alexikakos- the averter of evil, AMBU′LIU/AMBU′LIA/AMBU′LII/Amboulia/Amboulioi/Amboulios- surnames when the Spartans worshipped Athena, the Dioscuri, and Zeus, APE′MIUS/Apêmios- a surname of Zeus when he had an altar on mount Parnes in Attica where sacrifices were offered to him, APESA′NTIUS/Apesantios- when zeus had a temple on mount Apesas near Nemea, where Perseus was said to have first offered sacrifices to him, APOMYIUS/Apomuios- driving away the flies, AREIUS/Areios- either the warlike or the propitiating and atoning god, ASBAMAEUS/Asbamaios- protector of the sanctity of oaths, A′SIUS/Asios- surname of Zeus, from the town of Asos or Oasos in Crete, ATABY′RIUS/Ataburios- surname of Zeus derived from mount Atabyris or Atabyrion in the island of Rhodes, ATHO′US/Athôos - a surname of Zeus, derived from mount Athos, CA′RIUS/Karios-where he had a temple at Mylassa in Caria, CA′SIUS/Kasios-surname of Zeus, derived from amount Casion not far from Pelusium, CATAE′BATES/Kataibatês-who descends in thunder and lightning, CATHA′RSIUS/Katharsios- the purifyer or atoner, CENAEUS/Kênaios- derived from cape Cenaeum in Euboea, CHRYSAOR/Chrusaôr- The god with the golden sword or arms, CLA′RIUS/Klarios- the god who distributes things by lot, CO′NIUS/Konios- the god who excites or makes dust, CORYPHAEUS/CORYPHAEA/Koruphaia -the highest or supreme god, and is, CROCE′ATAS/Krokeatas- derived from Croceae, near Gythium in Laconia, CRO′NIDES/CRONI′ON/Kronidês/Kroniôn- a patronymic from Cronus, and very commonly given to Zeus, the son of Cronus, CTE′SIUS/Ktêsios - the protector of property, DICTAEUS/Diktaios- derived from mount Dicte in the eastern part of Crete, ELEUTHEREUS/Eleuthereus- used in the sense of the deliverer, and occurs also as the surname of Zeus, EVA′NEMUS/Euanemos- the giver of favourable wind,

GAME′LII/Gamêlioi theoi- divinities protecting and presiding over marriage, GENETAEUS/Genêtaios- derived from Cape Genetus on the Euxine, HETAEREIUS/Hetaireios - the protector of companies or associations of friends, HOMAGY′RIUS/Homagurios- god of the assembly or league, HO′RCIUS/Horkios- the god who watches over oaths, or is invoked in oaths, and punishes their violation, HYES/Huês- the moist or fertilising god, HYE′TIUS/HYES/HY′PATUS/Hupatos-the most high, ITHOMATAS/Ithômatas- derived from the Messenian hill of Ithome, LABRANDEUS/Labrandeus derived from a temple he had at Labranda, LAPE′RSIUS/Lapersios- derived from the Attic demus of Lapersae, LAPHY′STIUS/Laphustios- derived either from Mount Laphystius in Boeotia, or from the verb laphussein, to flee, in reference to the human sacrifices which were offered to him in early time, LARISSAEUS/Larissaios- derived from the arx Larissa at Argos, LECHEA′TES/Lecheatês- the protector of childbed, LEUCAEUS/Leukaios- when he was worshipped at Lepreus, in Elis, LIMENO′SCOPUS/LIME′NIA/LIMENI′TES:LIMENI′TIS/Limenia, Limenitês/Limenitis, Limenodkopos- the protector or superintendent of the harbour, LYCAEUS/Lukaios- a surname of certain divinities worshipped on mount Lycaeum in Arcadia, MAEMACTES/Maimaktês- the stormy, MECHANEUS/Mêchaneus- skilled in inventing, MEILI′CHIUS/Meilichios-the god that can be propitiated, or the gracious, MESSAPEUS/Messapeus- derived when he had a sanctuary between Amyclae and mount Taygetusm, MO′RIUS/Morios- the protector of the sacred olive trees, NEMEIUS/Nemeios- when he had a sanctuary at Argos, with a bronze statue, the work of Lysippus, and where games were celebrated in his honour, NOMOS/Nomos-a personification of law, OGO′A/Ogôa- the Carian name of Zeus at Mysala, when he had a temple where a sea-wave was seen from time to time, OLY′MPIUS/Olumpios- the Olympian, occurs as a surname of Zeus and in general of all the gods that were believed to live in Olympus, O′MBRIUS/Ombrios- the rain-giver, PANHELLE′NIUS/Panellênios- the god common to, or worshipped by all the Hellenes or Greeks,, PARNE′THIUS/Parnêthios- derived from Mount Parnes in Attica, PATROUS/PATROA/Patrôios/Patrôia- all the gods whose worship has been handed down in a nation or a family from the time of their fathers, whence in some instances they are the spirits of departed ancestors themselves, PHY′XIUS/Phuzios ex- the god who protects fugitives, PI′STIUS/Pistios- the god of faith and fidelity, POLIEUS/Polieus- the protector of the city, SOTER/Sôtêr- the Saviour, STHE′NIUS/Sthenios- the powerful & the strengthening, XENIUS/XE′NIA/Xenia- masculine Xenios are epithets of Athena and Zeus, as presiding over the laws of hospitality, and protecting strangers,

ZYGIUS/ZYGIA/Zugia/Zugios- surnames of Hera and Zeus, and as them as presiding over marriage, Ομβριος/Ombrios- Of the Rain, Ὑετιος/Hyetios- Of the Rain, Αφεσιος/Aphesios- Releasing (Rain), Σκοτιτας/Skotitas- Dark, Murky, Κεραυνιος/Keraunios-Of the Thunderbolt,!Αστρα��αιος/Astrapaios-Of the Lightning, Καταιβατης/Kataibatês-Descending, Λαβρανδευς/Labrandeus-Furious, Raging, Ικμαιος/Ikmaios-Of Moisture, Κονιος/Konios-Of the Dust, Μαιμακτης/Maimaktês-Boisterous, Ευηνεμος/Euênemos-Of Fair Winds, Λιμενοσκοπος/Limenoskopos-Watcher of Sea-Havens, Βασιλευς/Basileus-King, Chief, Ruler, Ὑπατος/Hypatos-Supreme, Most High, Ὑπσιστος/Hypsisto-Supreme, Most High,

Κορυφαιος/Koryphaios-Chief, Leader, Κτησιος/Ktêsios-Of the House, Property,Ἑρκειος/Herkeios-Of the Courtyard, Βουλαιος/Boulaios-Of the Council, Αμβουλιος/Amboulios-Counsellor, Τελειος/Teleios-Of Marriage Rites, Μοιραγετης/Moiragetês-Leader of the, Fates, Κλαριος/Klarios-Of the Lots, Σημαλεος/Sêmaleos-Giver of Signs, Μηχανευς/Mêkhaneus-Contriver, Κοσμητης/Kosmêtês-Orderer, Θεος Αγαθος/Theos Agathos-The Good God,

Επιδωτης/Epidôtês-Giver of Good, Πλουσιος/Plousios-Of Wealth, Φιλιος/Philios-Of Friendship, Ξενιος/Xenios-Of Hospitality, Strangers, Ἱκεσιος/Hikesios-Of Suppliants, Φυξιος/Phyxios-Of Refuge,

Παλαμναιος/Palamnaios-(Punisher) of Murderers, Καθαρσιος/Katharsios-Of Ritual Purification, Προστροπαιος, Prostropaios-Turner of Pollution, Απημιος/Apêmios-Averter of Ills, Σωτηρ/Sôtêr-Saviour, Deliverer, Μειλιχιος/Meilikhios-Gracious, Merciful, Πανελληνιος/Panellênios-Of All the Greeks, Λαοιτης/Laoitês-Of the People, Πολειυς/Poleius-Of the City-State, Σωσιπολις/Sôsipolis-City-Saviour, Ελευθεριος/Eleutherios-Of Freedom, Χρυσαορευς/Khrysaoreus-Of the Golden Sword, Στρατιος/Stratios-Of War, Warlike, Αρειος/Areios-Of War, Warlike,

Σθενιος/Sthenios-Of Strength, Strong,

Τροπαιος/Tropaios-Turns to Flight, Defeats, Φυξιος/Phyxios-Puts to Flight, Banishes, Ὑμηττιος/Hymêttios-Of Mt Hymettus (Attica), Παρνηθιος/Parnêthios-Of Mt Parnes (Attica), Ανχεσμιος/Ankhesmios-Of Mt Anchesmus (Attica),

Απεσαντιος/Apesantios-Of Mt Apesas (Argolis),Λαρισαιος/Larisaios-Of Larisa (Argos acropolis), Νεμειος/Nemeios-Of Nemea (Argolis), Κροκεατος/Krokeatos-Of Croceae (Laconia), Ιθωματος/Ithômatos-Of Mt Ithome (Messenia), Ολυμπιος/Olympios-Of Olympia (in Elis), Λυκαιος/Lykaios-Of Mt Lycaeus (Arcadia), Κιθαιρωνιος/Kithairônios-Of Mt Cithaeron (Boeotia), Λαφυστιος/Laphystios-Of Mt Laphystius (Boeotia), Κηναιος/Kênaios-Of Cape Cenaeus (Euboea), Ολυμπιος/Olympios-Of Mt Olympus (Thessaly), Δωδωναιος/Dôdônaios-Of Dodona (Thesprotia), Αινησιος/Ainêsios-Of Mt Aenus (Cephallenia), Πελασγιος/Pelasgios-Of the Pelasgians (Tribe), Πελασγικος/Pelasgikos-Of the Pelasgians (Tribe), Δικταιος/Diktaios-Of Mt Dicte (Crete), Αταβυριος/Atabyrios-Of Mt Atabyris (Rhodes), Καριος/Karios-Of Caria, Λαβρανδευς/Labrandeus-Of Labranda (Caria), Λαβραυνδηνος/Labraundênos-Of Labranda (Caria), Καπετωλιον/Kapetôlion-Of the Capitol (Rome), Βουλαιος/Boulaios-Of the Council-Hall, Αγοραιος/Agoraios-Of the Market-Place, Σκοτιτας/Skotitas-Of the Dark (Oak-Forest), Λευκαιος/Leukaios-Of the White-Poplar Grove, Λυκαιος/Lykaios-Of the Wolves, Απομυιος/Apomyios-Averter of Flies, Λεχεατης/Lekheatês-Of the Childbed, Κλαριος/Klarios-Of the Lots, Τελειος/Teleios-Full-Grown, Αρισταιος/Aristaios-Of Aristaeus (hero Ceos), Μεσσαπευς/Messapeus-Of Messapeus (hero Sparta).

Equivalents• Jupiter (Roman), Rigyeda (Hindu), Di Pater (Oscan), Ioues Patres (Marrucinian), Iupitar (Umbrian), Tina (Etruscan), Mitra / Varuna (Vedic, probably syncretized), Mithra (Old Persian), Dei-Patrous (Illyrian), Dyaus Pitar (Indian), Debess Tevs (Latvian), Attas Isanus (Hittite), Dievas (Baltic), Tatis Tiwaiz (Luvian), Papaeus (Scythian), Thor (Norse), Odin (Norse)

Signs their reaching out• Sudden signs of his animals, his statues, art of him, his mythos, a sudden pull to him.

Vows/omans• His wedding vows.

Morals• Morally dark.

Courting• Hera/Juno, they are married.

Past lovers/crushes• I couldn’t find all of them, and please cut me some slack, but some are, Semele, Demeter, Europa, Eurynome, Métis, Callisto, Leto, Mnemosyne, Thaleia, Themis, Electra, Leda, Aegina, Alcmene, Ganymede, Persephone, Dione, Maia, Metis, Nemesis, AIX, Alkmene.

Personality• I heard he is funny, mercifully, calm and collected, and obviously father like.

Home• Mount Olympus.

Mortal or immortal • Immortal

Fact• He led a rebellion with all the Olympians except Dionysus because he wasn’t born yet, against his own father, and won.

Curses• bad flying conditions, storms, lightning, thunder, justice, Eagle poop all over your car, marriage issues

Blessings• good flying conditions, good storms, good lightning, good thunder, having justice, help in creating an eternal fire, no marriage issues, help in legal matters

Roots• Crete, raised by the nymphs Adrasteia and Ida, daughters of Melisseus, nursing Zeus, with the milk from the goat Amalthea, given to them by his mother Rhea.

Parentage• Rhea and Cronus

Siblings• Hestia, Hades, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, and Chiron.

Attendees• Kratos (Strength), Zelos (Rivalry), Nike (Victory) and Bia (Force), he is often seen with Hermes, his high councilor is Themis, Hestia in hall, and Metis in his stomach (the Greeks thought the stomach held knowledge, and wisdom) or mind, Harpies and Hebe and Ganymede

Pet• A golden eagle named Aetos Dios

Children •AGDISTIS (born when Zeus accidentally impregnated Gaia the Earth),AIGIPAN/Aegipan (son of Zeus and Aix or Boetis), ALATHEIA (daughter of Zeus)APHRODITE (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Dione, most say she was born in the sea from the severed genitals of Ouranos), APOLLON/Apollo (son of Zeus and the Titaness Leto)

ARES (son of Zeus and his wife Hera.),

ARTEMIS (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Leto), ASOPOS/Asopus (son of Zeus and Eurynome, however most call him a son of Okeanos and Tethys), ATE (daughter of Zeus, others say she was born fatherless to Eris), ATHENE/Athena (Titaness Metis and Zeus),

BRITOMARTIS (daughter of Zeus and the Nymphe Karme), DIONYSOS/Dionysus (son of Zeus and Semele or of Zeus and Demeter or Dione), EILEITHYIA (daughter of Zeus and Hera), EIRENE/Irene (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), ERIS (daughter of Zeus and Hera, most say she was a daughter of Nyx), ERSA (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Selene),

EUNOMIA (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), HARMONIA (Zeus and the Pleiad Elektra, usually a daughter of Ares and Aphrodite who was only fostered by the Pleiad), HEBE (daughter of Zeus and Hera), HEPHAISTOS/Hephaestus (son of Zeus and Hera, though many say Hera conceived him without the assistance of Zeus), HERMES (son of Zeus and the Pleiad Maia), HORAI/Horae (Dike, Eirene, and Eunomia--were daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), KABEIROI/Cabeiri (sons of Zeus and the Mousa Kalliope, but call them sons of Hephaistos and Kabeiro), KAIROS/Caerus (youngest divine son of Zeus.), KENTAUROI KYRPIOI/Cyprian (sprang from Gaia the Earth when Zeus accidentally impregnated his failed attempt to make love to Aphrodite),

KHARITES/Charites (Aglaia, Euphrosyne and Thaleia are daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Eurynome), KORYBANTES SAMOTHRAKIOI/Samothracian Corybantes (sons of Zeus and the Mousa Kalliope), LITAI/Litae (elderly goddesses of prayer were daughters of Zeus),

MELINOE (She as a daughter of Zeus and Persephone), MOIRAI/Moirae (Atropos, Lakhesis and Klotho, who are daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis, others say they were daughters of Nyx, Ananke or Khaos), MOUSAI/Muses (Kalliope, Terpsikhore, Kleio, Euterpe, Ourania, Thaleia, Polyhymnia, Melpomene, Erato, were daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Mnemosyne), NEMEA (minor goddess-nymph, daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Selene), NYMPHAI/Nymphs (Nymphs in general were sometimes called the daughters of Zeus), NYMPHAI THEMEIDES (Three goddess-nymph daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), PALIKOI/Palici (Twin gods of Zeus and Thaleia, but others say they were sons of Hephaistos and Aitna), PAN (son of Zeus and Hybris but others invariably call him a son of Hermes), PANDEIA (devine daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Selene), PERSEPHONE (Devine daughter of Zeus and Demeter or, according to one account, of Zeus and Styx), PHASIS (devine son of Zeus, other say he was a son of Okeanos and Tethys like the other Rivers), ZAGREUS (divine son of Zeus and his own daughter Persephone),

AIAKOS/Aeacus (son of Zeus and the Nymphe Aigina), AITHLIOS/Aethlius (son of Zeus and either Protogeneia or Kalyke),

AKHEILOS/Acheilus (son of Zeus and Lamia), ALEXANDROS/Alexander the Great (son of Zeus born to the Makedonian Queen Olympia), AMPHION (He was a twin son of Zeus and Antiope),

ARGOS/Argus (He was a son of Zeus and Niobe.), ARKAS/Arcas (son of Zeus and Kallisto.), ARKEISIOS/Arceisius (son of Zeus, or according to others, of Kephalos and Prokris), ATYMNIOS/Atymnius (He was a son of Zeus and Kassiopeia),

DARDANOS/Dardanus (He was a son of Zeus and Elektra), DIOSKOUROI/Dioscuri (Twin princes of who were hatched from an egg laid by Queen Leda. Polydeukes, was fathered by Zeus, but the other, Kastor, was the son of Leda's husband Tyndareus), EMATHION (son of Zeus and Elektra), ENDYMION (He was the son of Kalyke, either by Zeus or her husband Aithlios), EPAPHOS/Epaphus (son of Zeus and the much-suffering Io), GRAIKOS/Graecus (son of Zeus and Thyia), HELENE/Helen(daughter of Zeus by Leda or the goddess Nemesis), HELLEN (son of Zeus and Pyrrha, though others say his father was Pyrrha's husband Deukalion),

HERAKLES/Heracles (1) (Alkmene who was seduced by Zeus in the form of her own husband.), HERAKLES/Heracles (2) (A son of Zeus and Lysithoe), HEROPHILE (daughter of Zeus and the Libyan queen Lamia), IARBAS (Zeus and an African Nymphe), IASION A prince of the Island of Samothrake (son of Zeus and Elektra),

KEROESSA/Ceroessa (daughter of Zeus and Io), KOLAXES/Colaxes) (son of Zeus and the Nymphe Hora), KORINTHOS/Corinthus (He was a son of Zeus but, according to others, of Epopeus), KRINAKOS/Crinacus (He was a son of Zeus.), KRONIOS/Cronius (Zeus and the Nymphe Himalia.), KYTOS/Cytus (Zeus and the Nymphe Himalia), LAKEDAIMON/Lacedaemon (son of Zeus and the Pleiad Taygete.), LATINOS/Latinus (son of Zeus and Pandora.), MAGNES son of Zeus and Thyia but some say he was the son to Aiolos and Enarete), MAKEDON/Macedon (He was a son of Zeus and Thyia), MANES (a son of Zeus and Gaia), MEGAROS/Megarus (son of Zeus and a Sithnid Nymphe), MELITEUS (He was a son of Zeus and Othris), MINOS (He was a son of Zeus and Europa.), MYRMIDON (He was a son of Zeus and Eurymedousa.), ORION (He was conceived by three gods--Zeus, Hermes and Poseidon--who urinated upon a bull's hide and buried it in the earth, to grow an earth-born infant), PELASGOS/Pelasgus (He was a son of Zeus and Niobe, but others calls him a son of Poseidon and Larissa or an Autokhthon),

PEIRITHOUS/Pirithous (son of Zeus and Dia, most authors say the father was Dia's husband King Ixion), PERSEUS (son of Zeus and Danae), POLYDEUKES/Polydeuces (his twin brother were known as the Dioskouroi, the son of Zeus and Leda, while his twin brother was the son of Leda's husband Tyndareus), RHADAMANTHYS (a son of Zeus and Europa), SAON (he was the son of Zeus and a local Nymphe, but others say he was a son of Hermes and Rhene),

SARPEDON (1) (He was a son of Zeus and Europa.), SARPEDON (2) (He was a son of Zeus and Laodameia), SPARTAIOS/Spartaeus (one of three sons borne to Zeus and the Nymphe Himalia), TANTALOS/Tantalus (son of Zeus and the Okeanis Plouto), TARGITAUS (son of Zeus and a daughter of Borysthenes),

TITYOS/Tityus (a son of Zeus and Elare others say he was a fatherless son of Gaia the Earth), ZETHOS/Zethus (He was the twin brother of Amphion and a son of Zeus and Antiope.)

Appearance in astral or gen• regal, mature man with a sturdy figure and dark beard.

Festivals • Diasia, Epulum Jovis, Hetairideia, Lykaia

Day • Tuesday

Status• Greek major god, as the king of all gods, part of the Big three.

Planet• Jupiter

Tarot cards• the Emperor, Justice, Wheel of Fortune, King of Swords, King of Wands

Reminds me of• Vapes (my dad vapes), cloaks, marriages, and Dad jokes.

Scents/Inscene • Frankincense, myrrh, or rain sceneted incense, Vervain, Sage

Prayers•

To attract more eagles

Zeus, king of the Theoi, god of the sky, father of gods and men, Zeus, the one that holds sacred the sharp-sighted eagle and far-flying hawk, I come humbly before you with a single request. I ask for the friendship of your cherished eagle and hawk, The symbols of your power and grace, Gentle reminders of your ever-watchful presence and protection. I shall revere them as I do you. Great Zeus, Father Zeus, I thank you for this newfound friendship.

In general

Father Zeus, protector of the weak, help me to be strong against my fears. Father Zeus, protector of the wronged, help me to do right by all I meet. Father Zeus, protector of the home, help me to safeguard those within my walls. Father Zeus, help me to do what I must, be with me as I walk in the world.

Links/websites/sources •

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Zeus https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Zeus.htmlhttps://www.theoi.com/Olympios/ZeusFamily.html https://www.britannica.com/topic/Zeushttps://www.theoi.com/Olympios/ZeusFamily.htmlhttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/626464048642408448/zeus-offerings/amp https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/638693970789138432/zeus-devotional-actshttps://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/638790200476221440/tuesday-is-zeus-day https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/638790200476221440/tuesday-is-zeus-day https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/650165209920651264/acknowledge-the-duality-of-the-godshttps://honorthegods.tumblr.com/post/159458931171/what-offerings-would-you-recommend-for-zeus-and/amp https://www.theoi.com/articles/where-was-zeus-born/#:~:text=Greek%20mythology%20states%20that%20Crete,significant%20deity%20in%20ancient%20Greece.https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-equivalents-to-Zeus-in-other-god-mythologies https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-equivalents-to-Zeus-in-other-god-mythologieshttps://mythopedia.com/topics/zeushttps://www.desy.de/gna/interpedia/greek_myth/creation.html#:~:text=When%20it%20came%20time%20to,a%20handsome%20youth%20on%20Crete.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ida_(nurse_of_Zeus)#:~:text=According%20to%20Apollodorus%2C%20Rhea%20gave,were%20the%20daughters%20of%20Melisseus%22.https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-equivalents-to-Zeus-in-other-god-mythologieshttps://www.havefunwithhistory.com/facts-about-zeus/https://www.tumblr.com/alder-bos/669862051714318336/deities-and-their-tarot-cards-long-post https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/640511172666392576/prayer-to-zeus-for-hawkeagle-friends diana-thyme

Zeus is the Greek god of weather and many things, you may see him as a ‘Cheater’, but in many cases, the people who claimed to stem from Zeus were just fatherless people, wanting to claim fame for their bloodline. He is a kind a merciful God, as long as you don't speak unwell or lies.

This deep dive is a payment to my friend Bri @briislame, May you look up and find Zeus looking down with smiles.

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thepaintpirate · 11 months

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Siren - Buggy x afab reader

(I believe it's g/n but I don't remember so this is just to be safe)

Contents: Canon Buggy x Siren!reader that takes place in current timeline. TW for blood and if you squint slightly suggestive behaviour.

The smell of blood trickled into the moving waves was potent and sweet like ecstasy. On your lips it was delightful and moved you through the depths into the shallows, spying the night sky in search of the source.

Moonlight filtered in from the cloud cover, making your body shimmer in the sway of the ocean. It was like glitter, an effect that no prey could take their interest away from. For hunting it helped lure them in, but it was your song that sealed the deal. Men tell tales of eerie voices in the mist and the voices of their loved ones, upon getting closer they see the bodies of otherworldly creatures like yourself. Forms of men and women, mythical things of lust and beauty. Sirens.

Sailors make for an easy meal, and blood like this can only be from one thing. A human. A wounded human on the shores, easy pickings for you.

The sand became steeper and up ahead you spied the beginnings of a wooden dock. Sea weed concealed you, covering you to appear like a murky blur of green, as you approached and saw what looked like two feet hanging off the edge. Like they were just asking you to take them away. To drag them under and away from the cruel world.

From under the dock you surfaced, seeing the strange boots continue to dangle like meat on a wire. With a webbed hand you reached out slowly in anticipation, waiting to snatch them. But in the reflection of the water, you saw the face of a man looking down into the inky sea. His eyes had tears that fell in singular fat drops to the depths.

For some reason, you pulled back. You never did that, nor did you hesitate. It wasn't in your nature to be kind or to have sympathy, but for some reason the pain on his face was not the type you liked. You enjoy the fear of evil men, lusty men who would have done to you what you were going to do to them if they had the chance. They'd do worse, you believed, hearing the stories the maids on the shore tell.

His was an expression of defeat. Utter compliance to misery and the sadness of the world. Though his face was already strange to you because of the extravagant makeup, it was smeared with blood too. Fresh with bruises and wounds on his face, neck, body. Practically a beaten puppy if you had seen one.

Your heart swelled unnaturally with warmth as you circled closer, forgetting he could see you. The moment he did, you saw the reflection of yourself in his eyes. Terror overtook the defeat in him. With a loud yell he fell back onto the wooden docks, quickly taking away his legs from the edge and sitting up. But he didn't run.

You pulled your curious arm back, keeping your head half submerged in the water. For a while, the both of you only stared in disbelief. Two wildly different creatures alone in the silence.

"Wh-what do you want with me? Are you a mer or a fish or-" he stuttered in his words, still refusing to come closer to you.

A strange thought passed through your head as well as the foreign urge to comfort the frantic human. Humans like mermaids right? Maybe he'd feel better if you lie? You were an honest person by nature, so to turn to lying was a little odd. "Um, yes. I'm a mermaid".

"O..kay? What do you want, I'm busy" he wiped his face in embarrassment and it was rather amusing to see him try to put a strong face on.

"I saw you crying, are you in pain?" You asked, bringing your head fully above water. Now he stared at you, seeing your enticing form. Sirens were incredibly desirable, it made the capture of food much easier. But his eyes weren't mirrors of lust, instead they were pools of wonder.

"P-pretty..." He muttered quietly, until you tilted your head at him and he retracted it. "I meant uh pretty annoying! Go away!"

You laughed, a rare sound. Sirens aren't known for laughing or finding humour, but the clown was too interesting. "May I heal you?" You asked, almost stopping in your own shock. You'd never asked to heal anyone but yourself ever.

He looked ready to yell no, but it seemed a sharp pain came over him when he leaned on his arm. It looked fractured. Instead of denying you he nodded simply, to which you leapt high onto the dock.

It startled him a lot, your body was much larger than what a mermaid would be. He didn't question it. Sirens, unlike mers, were usually metallic and could be compared to having scales like mercury. Your own were impressive despite that, with long sail like fins and details. He studied you while you took his arm gently, bringing it to your mouth.

He was caught off guard when you licked him, almost trying to pull back before the sudden coolness of your magic sept into his skin. It glowed before disappearing with the purple skin that was once blotchy. Healed completely. "The rest of your injuries?" You asked, trying to get him to come closer and show you. You couldn't tell if you were doing it out of interest for eating him or simple curiosity.

He was blushing like a mad man and had now only just realized that you weren't wearing a top, instead your hair and seaweed covered you. Unlike mers, sirens don't have a sense of embarrassment for their bodies so clothes weren't common. Scales covered a good portion of you so it didn't matter.

You continued to heal him and he continued to let out awkward noises as your saliva healed him. Ribs, chest, arms, neck and face. To him it might have seemed sexual but to you it was an act of care. Sirens weren't kind to others but their own and skinship through healing was a sign of love. But you didn't love him, you just felt strangely bad for him.

Finally you licked the bridge of his nose and eye, he squirmed but you held him tight to still him. The cut disappeared and you were left looking into his eyes. Up close, he didn't look so bad without the blood. "Who hurt you like this?"

He was breathless before pulling back from you a little and muttering some names. You couldn't hear him and told him to repeat himself. He went red. "I said my su-subordinates. Or at least they're supposed to be, they're not really. I'm their boss? But they're running all of the operation and it's like I'm not even captain anymore and my crew, my longest had crew, just ignore me and-"

He stopped himself from rambling and again you felt that weird pang of pity for him. This man seemed to be a pirate captain, abandoned by his crew who now serve the men who torment him. You could relate to the abandonment and he certainly wasn't like any human you'd met before. You made up your mind and took his hand in yours.

"What is your name?" You asked.

"The great captain Bug-" he stopped. "Buggy, just Buggy. Um, you?"

Your eyes, usually cold and dark, gleamed. "(Y/n). Buggy, when you become injured I want you to come back here, I'll find you again"

Without letting him reply, you disappeared.

For weeks it went on like that, and for a few times you wondered why you didn't want to eat him. He wasn't like anyone from before, and even if you were a young siren you'd experienced plenty of foul pirates before. He could be boastful and bossy, but never like them.

However, you promised that if he ever bored you or hurt you that you would drag him to the depths. Yet the more time you spent with him, the less appealing that thought became.

"And then he had the audacity to blame me for my men's loyalty to me! As their captain!" He cried and you gaped at him because really that was unbelievable!

Were all humans so senseless and irrational? You wanted to know more, and Buggy seemed to know lots. He explained that he had been a ward of the Pirate King's ship, a man you'd only heard of in tales, and that he'd been across the Grand Line. Despite being an Emperor, Buggy had his limits. He was trapped as of now, for the sake of his life he complied.

It made perfect sense to you, but you wanted nothing more for him than to escape from it and succeed over this torment. You found yourself telling him about your own life, including some white lies to cover up your identity, and found that you weren't so different. Buggy was fun, he didn't judge either. And now you could safely say you enjoyed talking to him.

"That's awful. But that loyalty will pay off one day, I'm sure. If they lose you, they lose everything. Remind them of that" you shared. He nodded thoughtfully before seeming to remember something.

Suddenly he looked bashful and rubbed his neck. "Um, I wanted to give you something".

Something? What was it? You wondered what he could have for you, especially since he's been struggling recently. "For me?"

He reached to a bag next to him and produced another bag, of what humans called silk. It was a draw string bag, with a bit of weight as you took it gently. You'd only ever been gentle with Buggy.

Opening it, you saw a glimmer inside. Like the kind your skin produced in the moonlight, except this was compressed into a charm necklace it seemed. The pendant of the charm wasn't like anything you'd ever seen, it was a crystalline teardrop with more to highlight it. The chain was silver coloured with more small pendants. In your hand it looked like lost treasure. You were stunned.

"I don't know what ladies like, sorry if it's not your thing. But I wanted to pay you back for your help y'know and ask you something..." He said quietly.

"Buggy it's beautiful like fallen stars, will you help me put it on?" You asked, giving him a look you'd never made before. To be honest, you had no idea what you were feeling but it was new and it felt similar to how your healing felt.

He nodded nervously and you hopped up next to him, turning your back to him and swiping away any hair one your neck. His nervous fingers felt like little sparks on you as he wrapped it around you. To break the silence he started to speak. "I- uh it's completely safe in water so you can swim in it without it going all rusty".

He made you chuckle and finally he finished placing it softly on you, you were going to turn around but he stopped you. "Can I ask you that question before you turn around? Two questions actually".

You hummed lightly in agreement, wondering what was on his mind. He seemed serious for once which was both good and bad.

In the quiet you waited, listening to the soft flickers of the candle he used to light his way to shore.

"You're not a mermaid, are you?" He said.

You froze and felt a cold chill run across your spine. He must know by now and finally wised up, you were just wondering how he'd react now with your confession. You smiled sadly though he couldn't see it. "No, I'm not".

He was quiet again, but asked another question. "What are you then?" He sounded like he knew, especially with the quiver in his voice. Nervous habit you supposed but it hurt you to know you were the cause. It was your fault only.

"A siren" you said simply, still not turning around. You didn't want to see him get angry, or sad either for that matter. Usually seeing men like him in distress made you happy but his fear was not something you ever wanted directed at you. When he didn't answer you continued, feeling like you had to explain. Even if he hated you for it he had to know.

"When I first saw you, you were bleeding into the water. It's what brought me to you. But when I saw you, I just couldn't do it. You interested me and made me... Feel. So I stayed and I've learnt so much. I've learnt how much I value you as my friend". You spoke honestly, though the last part wasn't so true. You didn't know how you saw him, certainly not food.

"Okay. Can I ask you another question?" He said, once more very steady.

You nodded.

"Will you join my crew?" He stated, making you zip around in surprise. He didn't fly off like usual though, for once he was the calm one.

Your face felt unnecessarily hot, like nothing you'd felt before. Surely in the daylight you'd look pink. "Join you? But why, shouldn't you hate me i-"

"I don't hate you. Never have, never will. It's not your fault you were following your nature, I'm just glad you're one of the first to give me a chance" he said thoughtfully with a handsome grin. It made your heart beat fast like a jack rabbit.

"Yes. Yes I'll join you. But I can't go on land, I'll have to stay here and you can call me if you need me" you said honestly because that would be a difficult feat to get you on land. For a siren you were quite long, and in water you could grow even bigger with your magic.

He looked happy but disbelieving. " You will!? I mean- good, yes of course you would. And yes I'd like to call on you..."

You got the urge to lean closer to him, like a magnet was pulling at you to come closer. It was so strange but you were getting breathless while waiting. You wanted to do something but you didn't know if it was right. "Buggy?"

"Mhm" he said, looking at you with that ever present twinge of pink on his cheeks. How much you loved that colour.

Before either of you could register, you had your lips placed on his in a chaste kiss. It lasted for a singular second, hardly anything at all, but your mind was going haywire. All of these new thoughts and feelings invaded you and it seemed like Buggy was the only cure.

He didn't pull away from your face so close to his, looking at you with something more than what he'd had before. It was a liquidy look, just like that scent of his blood from the first time you saw him. Sickly sweet like ecstasy. He put a hand on your neck and guided you back to him, kissing you again. It was firmer but still as soft as before.

You balanced your hands, one over his while the other from him was still on your neck and playing with the gift he brought you. For a while you just kissed, never going too far or too fast. Just right, and it was so different to everything you'd known a human man to be. Buggy was hardly human at all in your eyes because by logic he was too good.

You both split off to breathe and a thin bit of saliva connected you, suddenly you remembered the effects of that same saliva. His skin glowed briefly and it seemed like the blemishes on his disappeared and his hair started looking more neat and clean. It made you giggle again.

You knew from that moment on that you had a captain, and by the way he looked at you a lover too. To serve a human wasn't in a siren's nature, but neither of you liked to follow that line. If being a part of his crew meant to defend him at sea when he called upon you, you were willing to do it without hesitation.

That night ended with the reminder that neither of you were alone anymore.

Yay! First x reader one-shot. Please leave requests or prompts my brain is dry of creativity.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece buggy #buggy x reader #captain buggy #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #x reader #one piece headcanons

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wardenswateringhole · 1 year

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heyo! i saw that requests were open so i figured i'd shoot my shot, so to speak. if it's alright with you, i'd like to request a sequel to that piece you wrote about Clavell's assistant, with said assistant making their attraction to Clavell clear

[Ask and you shall receive]

The Director's Assistant - Part 2

The cafe was far too crowded for Clavell's liking. If he was just coming here for his usual, it would not have bothered him. Today was special, however. He was with you. A quieter atmosphere would have been more ideal to spend what little free time you had together.

A flash of inspiration hit him. He gave you a smile as your food was gathered and he led you outside. The air was nice and the view was beautiful. You both sat down at a table and unpacked your meal. Inquiries of what you had both ordered and suggestions on future orders turned to deep conversations on shared interests and thoughts. He was surprised to learn how much you enjoyed pokemon science, a field he had worked in once upon a time. Theories and discussions engrossed you both, to the point that neither of you noticed the sky growing dark.

The first few drops came rapidly. Enough to catch your attention just before the bottom fell out. The umbrella over your table did little to keep you both dry. Food was gathered and you both ran for cover under an awning of a nearby shop. Clavell sighed and pulled off his glasses. They were too covered in rain drops to even see through. The more he rubbed them on his shirt, the more smudged they became. It was a losing battle.

His eyesight was clear enough to see your shivering form beside him. Though you tried to cover yourself with your arms hugged around you tightly, the rain had caused your shirt to cling to your form. Very little was left to the imagination. Clavell swallowed hard and shed his coat quickly. The thick garment was offered to you. “Please take it. It's dry on the inside.”

You shook your head. “I'm fine! Really!”

“No.” He said, his gaze averted as far as he could possibly muster. “I mean-- You should. You're a bit... cold.”

It took you a few moments to realize what he meant. You took the coat without argument and draped it over your shoulders. His eyes slowly drifted back only to find you taking a deep whiff his jacket. A blush erupted over your cheeks are your eyes met his. It was your turn to look away awkwardly. “Thank you.” Slipped softly from your lips.

Silence hung heavy between you. Clavell frowned as water dripped from his snowy strands and drizzled down his face. He had such high hopes. His parade was quite literally just rained on. He began to work at his glasses once more. Even if it didn't accomplish anything, at least it distracted him from the disappointment he felt at the ruined pseudo-date.

“Let me help.” Your voice rang out among the sound of water hitting the ground. You looked at him with a napkin you had fished from your bag of food. “Let me see if I can do anything.”

The glasses were offered to you wordlessly. Clavell watched you with mild fascination with how meticulously you rubbed and inspected the lenses. The way you squeezed one of your eyes shut as you looked through a lens was incredibly adorable. After a few moments, the glasses were returned to him. They were immaculate. Clavell wondered if they had ever been that clean.

Before he could put them on fully, your soft touch was on his cheek. He stood still as a sudowoodo as you wiped away the water from his face and bangs with another napkin. You recoiled shyly when the task was done. “It would have been defeating the purpose if you had put those on and got them wet again.” You told him.

Clavell cleared his throat. “You are correct. Th-thank you.” He slipped the glasses back onto his face. He could clearly see the blush blazing on your cheeks now. You seemed to pull his jacket even closer to yourself.

“I...” His attention was immediately snapped to you. “I'd like to do this again sometime...” You spoke softly. His ears reached desperately for every word. “...With you.”

Clavell couldn't believe his ears. He looked down at his feet. “Are... you sure?” He hated how bashful he suddenly felt. He wasn't a stammering teenager, for Arceus's sake. “I don't imagine someone as old as myself could be considered entertaining company.”

A tender grip around his hand nearly put him in the grave then and there. His eyes looked at you from the side. His cheeks grew crimson and chest grew giddy as he saw you smile.

“I am.” You looked at him from the side as well, your eyes sparkling. “You are perfect company.”

#Wardenwrites #Clavell #Director Clavell #Clavell x Reader #Pokemon Scarlet #Pokemon Violet #Scarvio #I love how a writing exercise to control my word count was so well received #I failed miserably btw #Thank you so much

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frozenwolftemplar · 8 months

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Writer's Month Day 17: At a Wedding

(oh gosh, 17 already?!?)

Fandom: Tangled: the Series

Rating: G

Summary: Eugene talks to Cass at Trevor's seal wedding and comes to some sobering realizations about the aftermath of the debacle at the Great Tree.

So...I *meant* to write just something fun and silly, but then Cass's Burned Arm showed up and it became Angst. Oops? This plays with some of the themes I touched upon in 'Burned but not Broken' , including societal attitudes towards a disfiguring injury, albeit from Eugene's perspective. This is perhaps one of the pieces I'm most proud of for this month, so I hope you'll give it a glance.

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“Ugh!” Cass glowered out at the rapidly darkening sky though the open flap of the tent. “That’s the whole day! I told Raps we could only stay for an hour tops."

“Cass Cass Cass Cass...” Eugene shook his head patronizingly as he leaned back against the cake table, arms crossed casually across his chest. “It’s Rapunzel. At a wedding. For animals that could arguably be called cute by someone who can overlook the fact that they smell like fish. Did you really think you’d be able to drag her away before they started literally kicking guests out?”

Cass stabbed her slice of cake with an asperity previously unknown to desserts in answer.

Eugene edged a little further away from Cass, one wary eye on her fork all the while (because if anyone could turn a utensil designed for nothing tougher than pudding into a deadly weapon, it’d be Cass). “I’m just saying, look at her!” He gestured towards his girlfriend, deep in animated conversation with a dandily-dressed man who, judging by the way he kept pointing at the banners and bouquets and ice sculpture (nice, but it couldn't hold a candle to those giant swans Rapunzel for some reason thought were tacky), must have been the decorator. “Something like this is a Rapunzel paradise!”

"Guess it’s true, then," Cass remarked ruefully, popping a forkful of cake in her mouth. "One man’s Paradise is another man’s Hell."

Hmph. For someone chowing down on sugar-drenched dessert, Cass sure was sour tonight. “What number slice of cake is that for you?”

“Second.”

Eugene arched a brow and glanced at the neat stack of empty plates behind Cass on the table, definitely more than two high, but thought better of it when she glanced out the flap again. If the sky could've been murdered with a look, she’d have done it.

Eugene frowned. Cass had been no stranger to speaking her thoughts on Rapunzel's thousand and one detours, but did she always have to be so huffy about it? Especially when today's detour was a non-life-threatening, magic-free, surprisingly good party considering it was a seal wedding? At the very least she could be grateful Trevor went with a normal, human-edible cake flavor instead of halibut

Showing people how to look on the bright side was usually Rapunzel's forte, but he'd picked up a few pointers over the years.

“Look.” Eugene straightened and moved to stand in front of Cass, slicing the air with his hand and doggedly looking away from the hand holding the fork (because she was punishing that cake and yeesh). “I know you’re eager to get back to hoofin’ it on the road for hours on end and sleeping on bare rock.” (God, he missed the caravan). “No doubt in part because it's been absolutely destroying my hair and complexion. But it’s been a rough trip for all of us, between Pincosta and that whole curse business, not to mention the Hell that went down at the Great Tree-“

At the mention of that latest misadventure, Eugene found his eyes involuntarily drifting down to Cass's right arm, the one responsible for the tremble rattling the cake plate, and his tongue froze. All thoughts of forcing rose-tinted glasses on Cassandra disintegrated as the cake and other dainties sitting in his own stomach soured.

The Tree had been Hell for all of them, but most of all for her.

He hadn’t seen the burn; he’d been pretty out of it when they escaped the Great Tree, and by the time the fog cleared from his head she was already wearing the impenetrable armor that concealed it from view.

Rapunzel had seen it, but the one time he tried to press her for details, she’d uncharacteristically clammed up and said it wasn’t their business (which was odd, because since when was other people’s personal lives *not* Rapunzel’s business?). The only definitive he got out of her that the injury was *Cass’s* fault (which was somewhere odder since he’d seen Cass in battle and it was the one time he would deign to admit she was actually better than him at something).

As far as what lay beneath the armor, he had been effectively kept in the dark by both girls. But he wasn’t blind; when you’re the best thief in the Seven Kingdoms, you learn how to pick up on things. The perpetual wince lurking just under Cass’s carefully neutral mask, the way she fumbled her way through basic training exercises as she tried to force some semblance of her old swordswoman skill into her clumsy (don’t tell her he said that) left, the way she hung back dragging her feet behind the rest of the group instead of assuredly striding out front, snapping at him and Lance to pick up the pace.

And when she, the committed early riser, strode into camp just as the rest of them were getting up? He caught the dampness in her eyes.

It was bad. The sort of injury you don’t come back from, and the thought that Cass, capable, snarky, dauntless, cut-that-out-Fitzherbert-or-I’ll-make-you Cass was now a cripple...

Never in his life had he thought he’d feel sympathy for Cass, or want to hug her of all things, and yet here he was.

Cass followed his gaze, and for a moment he saw something flash across her face. Fear, maybe? Shame? Grief? But it was gone the next minute, replaced by a teeth-baring grimace that sent a passing waiter doing an about face.

“And?”

Her spat remark, a dare for him to say anything about what the armor hid, brought Eugene back. Because of course she wouldn’t want that. Once word got out (and it would, secrets were impossible to keep in Corona), she’d be trapped in a world where everyone looked at her with pity in their eyes, if they bothered to turn them her way at all. Nothing would be as it was, and as much as he wished he could stop that from happening...the best thief in the Seven Kingdoms also knows when things are beyond his control.

But things between them? Yeah, *that* he could make sure stayed exactly the same.

Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms smugly over his chest once again and slipped on a cocksure mask to match her defiant one. “I’m just saying, Dragon Lady, it wouldn't kill you to kick back, relax, and have a little fun.” (That arm might, though- he kicked aside the intruding thought).

The growl he could practically see building in Cass’s throat tapered off and the grimace became a (relatively) tame scowl. “We did that in Hookhand’s caravan earlier today. And even if we hadn’t spending an entire afternoon at a *seal wedding* is absurd!”

...Fair point.

“And as for fun, the last wedding we went to was way more fun than this!”

Eugene blinked, incredulous. “Seriously?!? I was bound and about to marry against my will, Lance was dying of poison, and you all had to fight your way through a crime boss’s pack of goons to get to the altar.”

Cass sighed wistfully, scraping her fork across the plate to collect the last lingering globs of icing. “Good times.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Not as much that’s wrong with whoever spent all this coin on a *seal wedding.*”

Eugene swept his gaze around the tent, taking in once again the silk tablecloths, crystal stemware filled with forty-year vintage, and the pile of ostentatiously wrapped presents, all of which he’d shaken and none of which held anything worth less than a pouch stuffed with silvers.

“Yeah, that's fair.” Then, as Cass set aside her picked-clean plate onto the stack and gingerly crossed her arms (he pretended her didn't notice the wince), added with a mostly-real grin, "Hate to see what Trevor does for a baby shower."

The sound she made wasn’t quite a laugh, and she didn’t grin like he’d hoped, simply looked a little less severe, but he decided to count that as a win.

There was more that needed to be said, weightier things, quieter things, deeper things than jokes and teases and those little put downs neither truly meant that marked their conversations. He could see that in her downcast eyes as well. But Eugene kept mum.

That’s what Cass would want, after all; she hated people prying into her life, she’d told him so herself. And while placing a standing offer on the table that if she ever wanted to talk he’d be happy to listen (he really would) wouldn’t qualify as prying...well, he was committed to providing her with normalcy, right? Yeah. And touchy-feely soul bearing conversations weren’t what ‘normal’ looked like between them. That was it. This decision was what Cass would want.

(and no, this wasn’t the coward’s way out; *no one* short of Rapunzel and the Captain would *willingly* make such an offer, that’s his story and he's sticking to it).

Still, he might have said something more, he might have...

But Rapunzel appeared, babbling excitedly about the decorator Eugene just *had* to meet because he had *so many* ideas for their wedding, and dragged him away without so much as a glance Cass’s way.

He did, though, looking briefly over his shoulder.

The gaiety of the wedding seemed to shrink from Cass, leaving her in a gray, shadowy hollow, crippled arm curled protectively against her chest, and a pang lanced through his own.

Never had she looked so alone.

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Author's Note: I love Eugene; I think we all do. I'm not trying to cast shade on him or anything like that. But for some people, it's hard knowing what to say to a person who's life has just been irrevocably changed for the worst, and that's what I was trying to capture here, while also accounting for his failure to really mention her injury in canon. I hope you enjoyed!

#tangled the series #writersmonth2023 #writersmonth #tts fanfic #cassandra #eugene fitzherbert #in which i write #my writing #fanfiction #tts cassandra

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whats-in-a-sentence · 2 months

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The poor men and women who suffered under the poor laws, excludes from the land by enclosures, understood completely what was happening. This ballad, from the sixteenth century, is called 'The Poore Man Paies for All':

Me thought I saw how wealthy men Did grind the poore men's faces,

And greedily did prey on them, Not pittying their cases

They make them toyle and labour sore For wages too-too small.

Even as the mighty fishes still Doe feed upon the lesse;

So rich men, might they have their will, Would on the poore men cess

It is a proverbe old and true –

That weakest goe to th' wall;

Rich men can drink till th' sky looke blue,

But poore men pay for all.

Many ballads like this, sung all around England, referred to an earlier better world, where the elite cared for their household, and even for their community, as their family.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

#book quotes #normal women #philippa gregory #nonfiction #poverty #poor laws #exclusion #enclosures #ballad #16th century #the poore man paies for all #greed #england #elite #caring #household #community #family

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deadbnnuy · 3 months

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Spotted Death: Chapter 4, I Have No Eyes, Yet I Must Weep.

As the sun dimmed in the sky, day taking its leave, Johnathan sat idly by the bridge where him and Wolf had sat previously. He fiddled with the paper in his hands, and looked up at the horizon...

This... was the first good day he'd had in a long, long time... even before the collider incident, it seemed he was often overlooked in favor of those more charismatic. Too shy to speak out about being ignored, he often just stayed alone, involuntarily solitary.

After the incident, it only got worse. It seemed that now people were just repulsed by his very existence... if he could cry, he would.

He sighed and stood up, holding the paper between delicate fingertips, as he walked around the empty city streets aimlessly, nowhere to go, nowhere to be. He was frankly surprised he could be of use anymore.

His subconscious planted a seed of doubt in his mind, what if Wolf wanted the credit for taking down Spiderman? What if he was being used again? He hoped against hope itself this wasn't the case, but he couldn't help but wonder. Even if it was the case... at least he'd be useful.

While walking around, he passed the gates of Alchemax, he stopped to stare up at the main building from behind the wire fence. A hopeful career that turned out to be the end of everything... No, no, he wouldn't let this be the end. He isn't letting that take him down.

He felt rage boil inside at him as he looked at the building, fists clenching. He picked up a rock, and chucked it as hard as he could at the building, a grunt escaping him as he did.

It smashed through a window, sending shards of glass into the building and triggering the alarm system, he gasped and tensed, then ran off before he was caught in this act of impromptu vandalism.

He returned to the main part of the city, glancing behind himself every now and then. "Shouldn't have done that... should not have done that." he muttered. He nervously rubbed the surface of the paper in his left hand, he still hadn't put it down. The alarm of the Alchemax building could still be heard nearby.

"So much for being smart, huh, Johnny?" He spoke to himself, sighing, nervously messing with his hands. This good day was taking a south turn quickly...

Johnathan felt something cold on his back, a drop of rain... As if the very world itself despised him, it slowly began to rain in New York. He felt like sobbing. And yet, a man with no eyes cannot cry. No matter how badly he must.

He looked at the paper with his newly made friend's number upon it for a moment, the blank, expressionless spot that replaced his face conveying nothing, offering no identity to the destroyed man. Droplets of water like the tears of the earth itself dampened the paper, the blue ink of the pen leaking down trails of raindrops in the wrinkled paper.

"..."

He sighed and walked down seventh street and into the phone booth, it was cramped, confined, and frankly smelled... bad. He fished a quarter out of his side and hesitated, before sticking it into the phone's coin slot. A soft "clink" was heard as it went into the coin collector of the machine. He picked up the receiver and dialed the number written on the now crinkled piece of paper.

It rang as he waited for his companion to answer the phone, he nervously tapped his foot as he waited. "..."

"Y'ello?" His voice was muffled on the other end, something playing in the background, the poor audio making it unclear what the background noise was. Johnathan hesitated.

"... Hi, uh- Wolf." He timidly said

"Hey. What's up, dude? Y'need somethin'?"

"No-- well... yes. I... need to ask something. It's important."

"Well, go on." The background noise ceased.

"Uh... can I... uh..."

He awkwardly cleared his throat, feeling guilt building in his chest. He only just met this guy, he didn't wanna seem like more of a loser than he probably already did.

"... You need a place to stay?" Wolf asked calmly, as if able to read the scientist's mind. Johnathan stood there in mild shock before responding sheepishly. "... Yes."

"Right then. Stay where you are, I'll be there." Wolf said calmly. "You're not... pissed, yeah?" Johnathan asked with trepidation. "Nah. Be there in 5."

"... Thanks."

"No problem dude."

#The Spot #self insert x canon #Spotted Death #Heehoo time to cry #lovelies <3

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cloudninetonine · 1 year

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Welp was not expecting you to answer but I'm glad it had the desired effect XD

Anyway, ahem, hey *awkwardly waves* How are you doing? Hope you're having a good day. Thank you for the chapter for Player's Aid, it was absolutely lovely from beginning to finish, the talk between Hyrule and Wild (which makes me want to give both of the boys a squeeze, you guys deserve it and I only won't go in depth in it because I would end up writing an essay but just know that Player will give you glomps and I'll give mine through them in spirit as well as headpats-) as well as the addressing of forgotten memories which is heart wrenching, Wind kicking Player made me cackle, the cheeky chaotic runt, Player practically jumping up and down like an overexcited Chihuahua on sugar high when facing a slab of cooked meat over being in Hyrule and going towards Hyrule Castle is also great, the talk with Time and Player just about ended me and brought me back to life in one go and THEN stack in Player missing home through the messages on their phone? It's, it's just pure gold, how dare you be so good lovely individual? Now I'm legally obligated to channel Wild and shoot appreciation arrows at you *loads bow with adoration intent* THANK YOU FOR THE BLESSINGS UPON THE FANDOM!

On another note, The Ballad of the Wind Fish by Zelda Universe is arguably the best rendition of it for me (also yes, any version of Link's Awakening will be painful, beware, the saddest part is the images we were robbed off from the DX version, they were amazing and we lost quite a few of the art, but the rest of the new version is amazing, prepare tissues once you get attached), they also do great dubs of almost every single Legend of Zelda game and they're pretty good, worth checking out if you have the time and want a recap on the plot. And yeah I can definitely see the Chain being wary if an argument breaks out but that definitely won't stop Player from humming it again if it's unconscious, so obviously the only option is either for A: Legend to deal with it because I feel like Player could also be capable of knowing songs from other heroes journeys or related to them and just, unconsciously hum something like the Song of Storms so he eventually has to get used to it and maybe it helps a bit with his trauma, knowing Koholint and it's inhabitants were not only real to him and are remembered by someone other than him, or someone just bonks the two over the head when it looks like it will start getting heated again.

Legend and Player accidentally kissing is even funnier if there's witnesses, because they would point blank deny anything ever happened with the straightest faces ever even if Wild or Wind brings up photographic evidence, they not only never talk about it, but they also actively discourage anyone from even remembering it even happened and it's one of the few times they agree with each other and it's the funniest to me, almost as funny as the Chain being in disbelief Time has game. Also Sky would definitely deserve that first kiss too, you're absolutely right on that one and it delights me to the core almost as much as Time getting it first does, he's a sweetie and a very kind person so he honestly deserves the smooches, even if at the cost of a civil war with the Chain. Oh, if you'd like to play Hyrule's game, why not try an emulator? If you find the right one for your phone there should be lots of ROM sites you can download it from, it's how I'm playing Minish Cap (and almost finished, I apologize in advance to Four because if I was his Player I'd probably get him lost a lot or into chaotic situations), downloaded it from Romsgames.com and am now playing it, maybe give it a shot?

On an even more unrelated note, if you consider manga events canon, au where everything is the same but Player has a tiny Volvagia as a familiar. In the Manga Time befriends a young Volvagia after he rescues them from a cage in Castle Towns market, and they're very close until the time skip, the dragon even learning how to say his name in different tones to show they're happy and care, because Ganon cursed Volvagia, and since Link was asleep and couldn't do anything about it basically made Volvagia feel like Time just abandoned them out of nowhere and then shows up years later with something that can murder them, though they forgive him upon death by saying his name one last time. He really cared for them too since he could see their spirit calling to him later in the manga so while it's probably not Navi or Epona levels, it's probably pretty close. Which brings two scenarios up: either Time has a big dragon friend/pet hanging around somewhere on Lon Lon Ranch, who I feel Player would immediately become enamored by and they with her (Wolfie whomst? He's still best boy and Epona is best girl but ya can't exactly beat a dragon, or it's a Satori scenario); Or, for comedic purposes, when they get throw into Time's era and wind up in Castle Town, turns out that in his urgency to warn Lullaby and in his grief towards Navi he accidentally forgot to come back for Volvagia whom he hasn't met yet, which leads to the possibility of Player being the one to find them, befriend and help them, setting them outside of Castle Town only for them to sneak into their cloak, Player finding them later on and then just deciding to keep them, because they're small still and basically curl up around their neck like a little scarf! They're a friendly and nice danger noodle/nope rope if they don't want to leave then far be it from them to kick them out.

I feel like there would be much chaos from the Chain in general, specially if Time is just exasperated but chill, "Ah, so that was what I was forgetting. Carry on, they're fine." Which spawns even more chaos, Hyrule and Wild and Wind have another ally in the Defense Squad but at the cost of Time getting second favorite person rights which will probably endear him to Player quicker, or everyone will just get hilariously jealous that even a dragon gets more attention than them nowadays. Legend will never know peace again as a bonus.

I'm just saying, if Player won't get gun rights and the Chain won't let them have sword/knife rights, then they should at least get dragon familiar who will grown to be massive and will probably be ridden around like that one scene in Spirited Away eventually, as a treat.

And that's all for now since I'm tired and sleep deprived, have a nice day and apologies if this is a long ask! Didn't mean to trouble you!

OF COURSE I WOULDN'T IGNORE YOU!

Also, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter!! Makes me happy when people do!

Won't lie, I'm a little nervous about downloading from sites (gotta be careful with stuff nowadays, ya know??) but I'll have a look at it! Especially if it means I can play the other games!

The song was also beautiful and I think I will check out those dubs! I'm a slut for game dubs and just seeing my fav games get a little light into it!

ANOTHER POINT! I do kinda pick and choose when it comes to the manga- I know probably not the best, either stay consistent or leave it alone but I will probably make some stuff from the manga canon! Just because I can't exactly get to all the games, but I'll try!

I remember Volvagia! I got confused though about that story point (I think it's because I phased out while reading which is a bit of a bad habit, as you can probably tell) but thank you for bringing this to light! Because I think I may have to put some mention of it in the future~

#cloud answers #Anon asks

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libidomechanica · 8 months

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“Who want took advantage”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #148 texts #Meredith sonnet sequence

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doublegoblin · 1 year

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Get To Know My OC

Well thank ya kindly @gummybugg, first time I've been tagged on a game by someone who I hadn't followed/followed me (not to say I'm against it or offended just it has happened before!)

So I've done a couple of these for ocs from Rituals and Red Tape, I think it's time I covered the other bigger WIP: Abnormal Analytics.

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[Good evening Rico. With an influx of newer members it would ease incorporation for all parties to have a general understanding of each other. I am aware that these types of employee interaction are generally frowned upon, however please see to it that you fill this to the best of your ability; it is also best to write as if you would be speaking. -T]

1. Are you named after anyone?

A real head scratcher to start with! Well like most everyone else here at wonderful AARI I got to choose my own call sign. You know, you never really think much about a name until it's your turn to pick one ha ha! To tiptoe around any sensitive information, let's just say I'm trying to channel a certain role model. As far as out of work name, I'm named after my Uncle's Half-Brother, who also just so happens to be my [REDACTED]. That'll maybe be censored for publication...oh well, think of it like a fun mystery!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh dear, why do I feel like X had a hand in this? Well, to the best of my honest ability, it was about three weeks ago to the hour. It had been a long shift of [REDACTED] and [EXPUNGED], so needless to say I needed a nice pick-me-up. So after cleaning my area up I made my way through [REDACTED] and stopped down to the cafeteria. I had such high hope and then they were out of my favorite flavor of cake! Now Rico is man enough to not be ashamed of shedding some frustrated tears. Thankfully I had a secret angel watching me and juuuust as I had given up hope a fresh, and I mean steaming fresh, batch of cinnamon rolls was brought out. It really is the little things!

3. Do you have kids?

[Redacted]. But, that's not that important.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I try not to. The folks that work here don't often have the best grasp of it. So all it really serves to do is make a lot of folks upset and more of a headache later on. A couple of my buds have came a long way though...still need to make it obvious I am using sarcasm, but they catch on and we have a great laugh.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

It's gotta be their sense of humor! In a humdrum employment you really have to understand who you can and can't crack a few jokes with, and how best to let the jokes fly. Made that mistake once with T. Great boss by the way! The man can not joke around to save himself though. I don't think I've ever even seen him smile...here to put it into words I [EXPUNGED].

6. What's your eye color?

I was blessed in the genetic lottery with these deep blue peepers. They look black most of the time, but in the right light, I've got a couple of sapphires in my face.

Scary movies or happy endings?

An ending so happy it scares you! Ha ha, I joke. I'm a bit of a softy, so I want something that will make me feel all warm and cozy at the end. Something you desperately need sometimes here, what with all the [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and blood. You get used it, but like, not over it?

8. Any special talents?

I can roll my tongue! Also I'm a little rusty but I can still play a pretty mean harmonica.

9. Where were you born?

Toledo, Michigan!

10. What are your hobbies?

If the sun is high in the sky, you can catch me fly...fishing. Really most outdoorsy thing: Kayaking, swimming, and I'm even learning to scuba dive in freshwater. My dream is to one day go out to Lake Superior and see some of those underwater shipwrecks. You know? The ones with the bodies so perfectly preserved from the cold that they still look alive. Gosh, what an experience.

11. Have you any pets?

I have a short-hair calico name Susan. She is my pride and joy. I found her as a kitten outside my house one winter. The poor thing was so thin. I didn't have any hope of saving her, I figured I could at least make her last moments not horrible. But, that little fighter would not give in. That was almost three years ago. I think she has a little siamese in her, she is one vocal misses.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Whatever my folks wanted me to do to stay active. I played ice hockey for a few years, did some cross country, tried my hand at tennis which didn't last long, and some other more odds and ends. Right now I'm part of the company softball league. Go Pencil Punchers! Now the team name has quite a story. But, I'll keep that to myself for now. Can't go spoiling all the surprises.

13. How tall are you?

1.8 meters. Though I like to tell people 2.0 meters for a little confidence boost.

14. Favorite subject in school?

You would never guess by looking at me, but I was really passionate about biochem. Can't recall a lick of it anymore though. Maybe I can get a study group going with X and their teams. They're always happy to teach...or perhaps boast about their own intellect.

15. Dream job?

No fooling, where I am right now. I've got some amazing coworkers and work on such interesting things! I know everyones name here, or at least their call sign, and they know mine. Sure we bicker and snap at each other but what workplace doesn't? Heck I even get along just peachy with D, and he's the king of sourpuss castle! Don't tell him I said that. I couldn't ask for a better crew. And believe you me, I've been through quite a few in my time. Now I'm so glad you are here to join us...whoever you are, and I hope you'll stop by the studio once in a while! My door is always open! See ya!

Tagging in coach (no pressure): @asterhaze @hallwriteblr @ethaeriea @lola-theshowgrl and anyone else!

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that-dinopunk-guy · 11 months

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The Crocodile Tamers

This is a little dinopunk story I wrote in like...2014 or 2015. Nobody read these little stories when I was putting them online, but they were fun to write.

Feyza Okur woke to the deep ringing of the temple’s bell, calling its faithful to morning prayer. All around her, other travelers were beginning to stir. Looking around in the gloomy dawn light she saw wandering Jardhu ascetics, sprawled leisurely on the floor without any worldly possessions or, in some cases, clothes to keep track of. She saw less seasoned travelers stretching stiff joints, their packs still dented in the middle from where they’d rested their heads during the night. And she saw those like herself, seasoned roamers and sellswords, who’d slept sitting against the wall with their belongings clutched protectively in their laps, ready to leap awake and deal with any would-be thieves. They surely all knew as well as she did that the chances of being robbed in this place were so low as to border on negligible, but old habits were hard to break.

Feyza grunted as she stood and stretched her legs before she moved to follow the line of faithful out to the edge of the Opthalm Sea. She did not worship this faith’s chosen gods; Basrandur was a chiefly Saumadhi religion, and Feyza was Garacani. She was a follower of the Hundredfold Path, as evinced by the way she wore her long hair in nearly a hundred thin braids and then gathered up into a topknot that made her head resemble a brown and black pineapple. Like many of her fellow travelers, she was joining the temple’s faithful not to pray, but to bathe.

The sun was still below the horizon when Feyza reached the wide steps that led directly to the edge of the water, but the western sky was already a tranquil shade of pink and the undersides of feathery clouds were shining brightly high overhead. Long-tailed, snaggle-toothed dactyls wheeled and dove over the water on long narrow wings, snatching up any fish unable to retreat to safer depths in time. Feyza moved off to the side, away from the worshipers, so she could go about her business without getting in the way of their ritual greeting to the day.

Fat crocodiles sprawled on the steps, with more emerging from the water in anticipation of the arrival of the sun. Though many of the other travelers balked at the sight of the animals, the worshipers gave them no notice and, indeed, passed among them unmolested. Feyza, along with the other veteran wanderers, did likewise. They knew they had nothing to fear; these crocodiles had long ago been pampered into docility by the monks of the temple, kept well fed by handouts so that they had no need to prey upon the human flock. It was, the monks said, proof that with the proper guidance any being had the potential to overcome its more violent impulses. If these crocodiles could adopt a life of peace, they argued, then surely men could as well.

It certainly made for a nice story, but Feyza suspected that certain details had been omitted. She wondered how many people had died, and how many crocodiles had been killed in retaliation, before the monks had successfully weeded out all but the most compliant specimens. In order to create an obedient population, one must first purge any signs of resistance and aggression. That lesson too had applications in the human world, she thought.

Leaving her clothes with her other belongings on the steps and oblivious to any curious stares from the other travelers, Feyza waded up to her waist into the cold water of the inland sea. A crocodile lazily approached her, longer than she was tall, and she stopped to watch as it eyed her for a moment before apparently deciding that she had nothing for it to eat and swimming around her toward the steps. She watched it go, idly listening to the droning prayers of the Basrandur faithful, before she bent at the waist to dunk her head below the water.

The sun had cleared the horizon by the time Feyza was finished bathing, and as she climbed the steps out of the water the temple’s façade burned against the dawn sky like flame made stone. Still naked, she sat down dripping among the crocodiles while the sun slowly burned away the morning chill. Off to her right the prayers rose to a crescendo as the worshipers bid the sun another day’s safe journey through the heavens. When Feyza was satisfied that she was sufficiently dried, she picked herself up and began to get dressed. Dressed again, Feyza slung the roll containing her belongings over her shoulder and made sure the painted chit was where she had left it in a pocket hidden in her belt. Weapons were forbidden inside the temple, and she would need that token in order for hers to be returned to her. And then, having armed herself once more, she could go out into the city to find herself some work.

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sekhisadventures · 1 year

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Remembrance

Valdrakken

Sekhi padded through the city alongside her friends Galdia and Nitika, the group preparing to head to the Ohn’ahran Plains. There was a holdout group of Nokhud left, but a group of adventurers had joined with the centaur of Maaruki and had put a decisive end to their civil war, and the Nokhud’s leader, Balakar Khan. That being said, some of his clan were still refusing to answer for their actions against Ohn’ahra and the Green Dragonflight and thus the call went out for those willing to help them mop up the last of the traitorous clan.

Sekhi was anxious about it, but she had heard Ohn’ahra’s song when the wild god was imprisoned by the Primalists and forced to use it’s powers against it’s will. It felt to the vulpera like being stabbed in the heart to hear such a being in that state, and so she wanted to help.

As they walked along the path towards the road out of town another figure watched them, chewing a bit of stick in an annoyed way.

Leaning against a wall was Jeemjazo, who was still annoyed at Sekhi for revealing his location to her family, and likely his own. “Hmph, wonder where she’s goin’…” he grumped.

“Mrglblblrlb.” came the reply as the murloc, Murgly Jim, peeked over his shoulder.

“What? Can’t I be curious?” he asked, frowning at the young fishman. “It ain’t like I’m worried about Sekhi... I mean lookit th’ orc ‘n tauren with ‘er! Must be nice ta have mates who’re big enough ta kick th’ shite outta someone threatenin’ ya…”

“Mblghb.” burbled Murgly Jim.

Jeemjazo snorted, “I ain’t jealous… just ‘cause she has mates who can speak more than fish-sounds ‘n such.” he grumbled.

Murgly Jim narrowed his large eyes, then slapped his fin against Jeemjazo’s cheek and gave him a rather fishy look. “Mblghhbhb.” babbled the murloc, pointing a fin at the trio as they headed towards the gates.

Jeemjazo frowned at him, “What? Ye think I should tail ‘er? I… yeah, yanno that’s th’ ticket. Follow ‘em, then when they get ta whatever they’re after we’ll nick it first ‘n steal their thunder! I mean, I am a bloody pirate!” he grinned.

Murgly Jim shrugged his little shoulders, “Mbrblbublb.” he replied.

Jeemjazo waited until they were almost out of the gates, then started to follow at a distance, grinning to himself, his tail swishing behind him.

Ahead of him Nitika and Galdia shared a look. “Someone is following us…” muttered Galdia.

Nitika nodded, “Yeah, but I don’t think it’s a problem. If they’re this bad at it, we shouldn’t be in any danger.” she replied.

Sekhi was too distracted by the task ahead to pay attention to either of them, however.

Nitika and Galdia were right, but they got one detail wrong… Jeemjazo wasn’t the only one tailing them. In the sky above them, hidden by powerful magic, several eyes watched them go. Two small yellow ones, and several large purple ones…

The Ohn’ahran Plains, a few hours later.

Sekhi, Galdia, and Nitika rode along the path towards the meeting place where they would meet with Tomul and the other members of Clan Shikaar. Sekhi was riding her hyena, Cello, and as always Galdia was astride the undead form of Nightpelt, her worg who had been graciously given a new body by the Stitchmasters of Maldraxxus after she had found his soul wandering the forests of Ardenweald. Nitika’s mount hovered several inches off the ground as she glided along next to them, the tauren being adept at weaving and having made herself a magic carpet to ride upon.

As they turned the path however they saw a familiar figure heading towards their destination.

Laura Brightflame, the dracthyr, was riding one of the strange horse-like vorquin native to the isles, the woman looking over as she saw them.

“Hey!” called Sekhi, waving to her as they drew close, their mounts slowing. “You goin’ to help th’ centaur too?” she asked as Laura slowed her own mount to a stop.

“Er, yes actually. I… am not comfortable fighting, but I am able to heal so I felt I would offer my services treating those who get injured in the fight.” she nodded.

“Really?” grunted Galdia, “You kicked plenty of ass back when we first landed. Roasted that Primalist right down to a skeleton!” she grinned.

Laura winced, “I… honestly barely remember that…” she admitted, “It is all a blur to me, I believe I was not entirely myself that day and… I remembered things when the Primalists attacked us.” she nodded. “It triggered something, but…” she trailed off, glancing away.

Nitika sighed, patting her shoulder, her huge tauren hand almost engulfing it. “Don’t force it Laura. I understand. I was going to leave the fighting to Sekhi and Galdia and heal the others too, we can work together there.” she smiled.

As they talked Sekhi’s ears suddenly perked up. “Huh?” she blinked, looking around.

Galdia glanced at her, “Whats up? Hear something?” she asked.

Sekhi nodded, “Yeah, something… weird…” she frowned, getting off Cello and walking towards the grass, away from the path and into a large field nearby. “It sounds… really off, like…” she shook her head a bit.

Nitika and Galdia shared a glance, then dismounted as well. A moment later Laura joined them, the women following Sekhi as she followed her ears, well away from the road and into a secluded glade near a large hill. “Its comin' from here…” she muttered, feeling around her feet… then finding something.

A hyena totem, covered in a foul ichor. Her muzzle wrinkled and she stepped back quickly. “EWIE! Its one of those gnoll totems!” she gagged, shaking her head as the song of Decay got louder in her ears.

Nitika frowned, “Why is it here though?” she asked, “The gnolls stick to the Azure Span, don’t they?”

Galdia looked around, growling as she unsheathed her sword and slid her arm into the leather straps on her shield. “Nitika…” she warned.

Nitika nodded, gripping her stave. “Yeah… I feel it too, we’re not alone…” she replied.

Sekhi looked around, then suddenly she went rigid. “I hear her…” she chittered, her tail floofing out. “EVERYONE! LOOK OUT! ITS DIS-…” she shouted, trying to warn them, then suddenly the gnoll totem ignited with felfire!

Sekhi cried out, falling to her knees and gripping her head as the song of Decay became a cacophony pounding into her psyche! More green flames burst from the grasses nearby, revealing other hidden totems as well! She tried to reach for the elements, but it was like a crowd of voices screaming into her ears! She couldn’t hear anything else!

Galdia and Nitika yelled in alarm, trying to run to her… but then the nearby bushes exploded as a wall of muscle and rage rushed towards Galdia! Az’arad the Wrathguard grinned wickedly at her, slamming his axe down with enough force to drive the orc back even as she got her shield up in time.

Nitika almost reached her, but then a cackling filled her ears as a mass of tentacles and fangs appeared before her, blasting her with a burst of shadowy energy and causing her to stumble backwards in shock! She rallied and got a shield up just in time to block a blast of felfire as Xel’kek became visible before her, Quzgup the imp riding atop the observer demon. “Have you now tauren!” cackled the imp.

There was a sudden woosh of sound behind them, then a crash as a black drake landed on the dirt between them and their mounts. Dissonantia grinned down at them, her wings spread, as she sat atop the dragon she’d bound into service with her fel magic. “Bloody right we do…” she sneered, “Took me a bit ta figure out th’ best way ta use those gnoll totems I filched in th’ Span… but corrupt ‘em with fel and they’ll scramble Sekhi’s eggs right proper!”

She was right too, Sekhi looked like she was going to be sick! The vulpera shamaness was on all fours as wave after wave of vertigo hit her. The decay totems, misused by the rothide gnolls as they were already, would make her feel uncomfortable at best… but with Dissonantia’s curses twisting the elements it was unbearable!

Galdia growled and tried to rush past Az’arad, but the Wrathguard blocked her again, shoving her back with his axe and proving an immobile wall of flesh. Nitika was similarly blocked by Xel’kek and Quzgup, the two launching blasts of felfire and shadow if she tried to rescue her friend!

As they were held at bay there was a swirl of flames and Cenoon appeared, brandishing a long thin dagger as he walked casually towards the vulpera. “Not my favorite way of dispatching a troublesome foe… I’d prefer seducing her into my bed and slitting her throat after we had some fun. You know, make sure she dies with a smile on her face…” he chuckled, reaching down to grasp at her fur as he aimed the dagger towards her throat… “But it’ll do…”

Laura had frozen the second Sekhi had cried out, the dracthyr gripping her staff infront of her like a shield as she looked between the demons and their mistress, and then her eyes focused on the dragon… and her expression became strange.

She saw it’s eyes, the felfire within them, and the dragon’s expression… it wasn’t happy about any of this. It was clear it didn’t want to be Dissonantia’s mount, or to allow this to take place at all… but it had no choice! Dissonantia was controlling it!

Laura blinked slowly… “Control…” she whispered. “… she’s… using magic to control him…”

The Forbidden Reach, 20,000 years ago

“Lord Neltharion wants to use magic to control us!” shouted Jakrostrasz in anger. “He has a titan device that will allow him to enslave our very minds!” The red-scaled dracthyr stomped around the main room of their creche, his tail thrashing behind him in fury. “Does he not believe we would be loyal without it?! Does he truly feel that we would not gladly lay our lives down for the Aspects if they’d simply ask?!”

Laurelgosa shook her head, “This is disturbing news Jakrostrasz… I know he and the other aspects are worried about the Primalist Rebellion, but would he really go so far as mind control to ensure our loyalty?” she frowned, she didn’t want to believe it… Then another dracthyr, one with shining golden scales, spoke up.

“You’d better believe it Laurelgosa, I saw it with my own eyes. He didn’t see me nearby, but he went to the Ebon Scales creche earlier today when I was visiting my friend Onnestia and…” she shuddered, “… their eyes… he just waved it and their eyes glowed and they all fell in immediately. It was… they all had the same exact movements, the same exact expression… it was like they became his puppets.”

Laurelgosa cringed at the thought, “Dazene… this…” she looked down at her hands in disbelief, flexing her scaled digits. “Does Lord Neltharion not trust us? Does he feel like we need to be controlled like this? I… I can’t… why is he doing this?”

Jakrostrasz growled, “I don’t care to find out. As far as I’m concerned Lord Neltharion has betrayed our trust in him. I say we leave, tonight. Azeroth is vast, we can find some new land to settle on far away from this war. If he won’t believe in us, why should we believe in him?!” he snapped.

Laurelgosa stared, “Jakrostrasz… I…” she took a breath, “You’re right. He has gone too far. The Primalists are a true threat to our world, but to use such methods… if he would force us to obey him, then he is not worthy of our trust.”

Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the doors to the creche burst open, and several dracthyr entered in perfect lock step with a man between them. The man had long dark hair and wore obsidian plated armor, and on his right arm was a shining metal gauntlet.

Jakrostrasz’s eyes widened in horror, “No…” he whispered, “RUN! DON’T LOOK AT IT!” he shouted as he spread his wings out.

Neltharion scowled and held the gauntlet high as Laurelgosa heard Jakrostrasz gasp, then slowly his wings lowered as he stood at attention.

“… Jakrostrasz?” she tried.

Neltharion gestured, and the red-scaled dracthyr turned, and Laurelgosa cried out as she saw her friend’s impassive face, his eyes shining with the light of order magic.

“NO! Jakrostrasz! Fight it! Don’t let him do this to us!” she shouted.

“He can’t hear you anymore.” said Neltharion as he advanced. “You are my talons, nothing more. Talons should not be free to argue with their master.”

Laurelgosa stumbled backwards, but as she did she was grabbed from behind. She looked back and saw Dazene’s face, the dracthyr having glimpsed the gauntlet when Neltharion used it before. Just a second was enough for the titan device to take hold of her, overriding her will.

“N-no… not this… Lord Neltharion… why?!” she gasped out, her eyes wide and frightened.

“You don’t need to know. All you need to do is obey me.” he replied, raising the gauntlet once more… and just like that, Laurelgosa stopped caring. She stopped worrying about anything. Nothing mattered to her now, nothing but Lord Neltharion’s will.

She stood at attention with the others, awaiting his command. Unable to think of anything but following the commands of the Earthwarder.

The Ohn’ahran Plains, Present Day

Laurelgosa stared at the black dragon, seeing how defeated it looked, how helpless it was… all the fight beaten out of it, leaving it nothing more than Dissonantia's slave, and she felt something she hadn’t felt since before she woke up in the Forbidden Reach the day Raszageth escaped.

She felt anger. She felt disgusted, downright furious at what she was seeing. Dissonantia was using her power to break the dragon’s will, to force it to obey her, to destroy any chance it had of dissent or argument or even disagreement. It would obey her no matter what she made it do… no matter how horrible or terrible or atrocious her commands, it was bound to obey her.

Then she remembered who she was before Neltharion’s gauntlet had controlled her, and suddenly the idea of fighting wasn’t uncomfortable at all anymore.

“Never… never will I allow this in my sight again… EVER!” she roared as her visage was blasted away in an eruption of magic, Dissonantia’s head snapping towards her just in time to see a blue-scaled dracthyr taking flight towards her.

“Wots th- OH BUGGER!” she shouted as Laurelgosa slammed into the warlock, catching her throat with her arm and knocking her free of the dragon’s back and onto the ground.

The four demons with her froze as they saw their Mistress getting thrown from her mount! Laurelgosa landed atop the worgen, pinning her to the ground and baring her fangs in Dissonantia’s face. “UNDO YOUR MAGIC! FREE HIM!” she demanded.

Dissonantia glared back at her, snarling like a feral wolf, “MAKE ME YEZ OVERGROWN IGUANA!” she barked, kicking the dracthyr hard in the middle, but Laurelgosa held on.

“Very well…” she hissed, and flames began to flicker between her fangs as she breathed in.

Dissonantia’s eyes widened. She could handle Nelen’s arcane magic in her new form, but dragon fire was something she wasn’t keen on testing her demonic resilience with! She growled, then shouted out, “AZZY YE GREAT LUMP! GET HER TH' FECK OFFA ME!”

Both Az’arad and Galdia had been distracted by Laurelgosa’s sudden attack, but the Wrathguard recovered a fraction quicker. He backhanded Galdia across the head, sending her to the ground as her inner ear was sent spinning, then roared and charged at Laurelgosa, kicking the dracthyr hard in the ribs! Dissonantia was a warlock and a summoner, a Wrathguard could kick a LOT harder than she could! Laurelgosa went flying just as her mouth opened, and when the smoke cleared Dissonantia’s crimson eyes were huge as she glanced at a still burning patch of ground two inches to her left.

“… good timin’ Azzy.” she said weakly, several large stones had melted from the heat of the dracthyr’s breath.

The warlock quickly got to her feet and growled, then her head snapped around as she heard a loud cry of “LOK’TAR OGAR!” and saw Galdia racing towards her! She grimaced and slashed open a portal with her dagger, a swarm of bilescourge erupting from it and forcing the orc back.

“CENOON! STOP PISSIN’ ABOUT ‘N GUT THE DAMN VULPERA ALREADY!” she snapped.

Cenoon snapped out of the show and glared down at Sekhi, aiming the dagger towards her… and suddenly there was a crimson blur and a loud ‘murgleburlbe!’ and Sekhi wasn’t there!

Jeemjazo’s eyes were wild as he bolted as fast as he could, holding the shamaness’ limp form tightly. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…” he whined. He’d just caught up to them when Dissonantia sprang her ambush and while he wanted to help bravado aside he was one vulpera with a cutlass, axe, and pistol and they were several powerful demons, their warlock master, and a black dragon! It took a lot more than being a ‘Hardbitten Bloodsail Buccaneer’ to counter THAT!

Cenoon swore in demonic and the incubus pulled a thorn-covered whip from the air in a flash of felfire, lashing out at Jeemjazo and catching the vulpera by the leg as he went sprawling! Sekhi fell from his grasp as Murgly Jim was launched out of his backpack, tumbling head over heels across the grass!

Jeemjazo whined and tugged at the whip tangled around his leg, cursing frantically as he tried to free himself, and then Sekhi coughed at him. “Jeem… t-th’ totems… gotta… get rid of ‘em…” she gasped out.

Jeemjazo looked at her, then at the advancing incubus who was looking very annoyed at his actions... He let out a whimper and quickly he pulled out his pistol, aimed it at one of the felfire-coated totems, and opened fire! There was a loud bang and the ball flew through the air, smashing the totem to splinters as the felfire went out… but it was one totem, and Jeemjazo’s pistol was a flintlock! It took time to reload! “Fuuuuuck where’d I put th' pooooowder…” he chittered in panic, patting his hips frantically as Cenoon drew within reach of him.

There are times, when things are their most dire, that heroes will somehow break their limits and perform acts of incredible power that seem to ignore the very laws of reality…

This is one of those… just… not who you might think.

Behind them a figure stood, pulled out a wand made of coral, and said “In the name of my father and his fathers, come forth my brethren! I call you back from the Great Ocean of the Shadowlands!”

There was a sound like waves rushing at the height of a storm as Cenoon looked up, then the incubus’s jaw dropped, “… what in all th-…” was all he got out before a spectral murloc tackled him on the face, and then five more joined it knocking him onto the grass!

… at least, that’s what it meant in his language. All anyone else heard was, “MURGLBLEBLRBLBLRBULBLR!”

Sekhi looked around weakly as Jeemjazo finally regained his senses enough to draw his cutlass and simply CUT Cenoon’s whip away. The vulpera pirate leapt to his feet and drew his axe as well as he looked behind him to see a massive swirling vortex of anima, and pouring out of it was a swarm of murloc ghosts!

“MURMGLBLBLLGLRRL!” they shouted in unison, which would likely have sounded a lot more impressive if it wasn’t in murloc, as they charged forward as one great mob driving the incubus into full retreat! A murloc wasn’t a dangerous foe, but a whole school of them was a different matter! Cenoon couldn’t fight that many at once!

“M-Mistress Dissonantia?! We have a situation here!” he called out, lashing out with his whip and dagger which seemed to go straight through the aquatic apparitions! As they rushed him they also trampled through the field of fel-corrupted totems, smashing them to pieces!

Sekhi shook her head as the screaming in her mind died down, getting to her feet and coughing away the last of her nausea as she looked around her in shock, “Uh… that’s one yip of a trick Jeem…” she said.

“I AIN'T DOIN’ IT!” shouted the vulpera pirate as he watched the chaos unfold, his eyes huge, “I THOUGHT THIS WAS SOME SHAMAN THING!” he yelped.

Sekhi blinked, “Wait… if you’re not doin’ it, ‘n I’m not doin’ it…” she started, then they both looked back behind her.

Murgly Jim was sitting on the grass, playing with a piece of red coral. He looked up at them and said, “Mrublbl?” in a curious way.

The two vulpera shared a look, then Sekhi shook her head, “Nah, no way.” she chuckled awkwardly.

Jeem nodded in agreement, “Yeah, he’s just a baby.” he replied, scooping up the murloc and tucking him back into his shell on Jeemjazo’s back.

Murlgy Jim settled down and tucked the red coral wand away. His father, the chieftain of the village, had told him that it held the power to call their ancestors in times of great need before he’d been turned into a pile of meat and bones by a crashing pirate ship. Murgly Jim was glad it wasn’t just an old legend. He rather liked travelling with Jeemjazo and didn’t want the incubus to kill him.

Across the battlefield Dissonantia looked on in disbelief, “WHO TH' FECK CAN SUMMON MURLOC GHOSTS?!” she demanded, looking back at Galdia as the orc dodged another swarm of imps from her before she growled and flexed her claws. “Right then, fine! Feck it! Wotever! I ain’t leavin’ until I see some blood today!” she bared her fangs, then slashed the air again with her dagger, “YEZ IS UP NEWBIE!” she barked.

Galdia ducked away from the last swarm of imps as they exploded, leaving a crater in the dirt, then charged towards Dissonantia as a figure burst out of the portal, it’s hands wreathed in felfire.

“YEAAAAAAHA!” whooped Gremori Autumnleaves as she leapt out, slamming her fist into Galdia’s shield hard enough to make the orc stumble, the mag’har growling and lashing out with her sword as the felsworn ducked away just in time to avoid losing an arm.

Nearby Laurelgosa flew above Az’arad, spewing a blast of flames down at the Wrathguard. All hesitation, all fear, all confusion was forgotten. She finally remembered who she was before all that had occurred, and she rejoiced in the clarity that had been restored to her. There would be issues, there always were with that sort of trauma, but those could be dealt with later. For now, she was an evoker with an enemy.

Dissonantia glared around her as the spectral murlocs began to fade back into the Shadowlands, only to reveal that her totem trap had been destroyed and that Sekhi had recovered and was now backed up by another vulpera, both of them staring down Cenoon. She saw Gremori and Galdia going head to head as the felsworn cackled with glee at being able to unleash her demonic powers against a powerful warrior, and saw Az’arad trying to contend with an airborne foe… then she looked around and cocked her head.

“Wait a bleedin’ tick… where’s th’ cow?” she grunted.

Then she saw Xel’kek and Quzgup laying dazed on the ground and heard a voice call over the din of battle. “I am really getting sick of telling people I’m not a cow…” she said in an annoyed tone.

Dissonantia glared in the direction of the voice, then grimaced as she saw Nitika standing with one powerful tauren arm around the neck of the dragon she’d ensorcelled, holding it firmly so it couldn’t pull free. “This is a nasty spell you’ve put on him Dissonantia, but it seems familiar…” she grinned, “It reminds me a lot of what you did in Zereth Mortis…” she added, flexing her free hand and pressing it to the dragon’s forehead.

Dissonantia snarled in fury and started forward, “OI! HEY! GET THE FECK OFF MY DRAGON!” she barked.

Nitika snorted, “No.” she replied, and her hands glowed with sunlight. “AN’SHE! I CALL UPON YOUR MIGHTY FLAME! SHINE YOUR GAZE UPON ME AND BURN AWAY THE SHADOWS BINDING THIS DRAGON!” she called out, and for a moment the sun seemed twice as bright.

“I’M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A GODSDAMNED RUG DAWNHOOF!” she roared in anger as she felt her spell shatter!

Nitika released the dragon, it’s eyes glowing the yellow-red of hot coals. “FREE!” it cried out in relief, taking to the skies as it glared down at Dissonantia, “You liked the damage my breath could do, witch?" growled the dragon as his maw glowed from within, volcanic heat making the air steam around his fangs, "HAVE A TASTE THEN!” it bellowed in fury as it soared forward and unleashed the full might of the black dragonflight upon the path ahead of it.

Dissonantia yelped and rolled out of the way as the molten breath decimated everything under the dragon, melting stone and reducing the ground to ash and flame, scrambling backwards so fast she didn’t even see Xel’kek until she tripped over his unconscious form.

Dissonantia glared at her, but two of her demons were down, Cenoon was up against Sekhi who could unleash her sandstorm at any moment, and Laurelgosa was an unknown quantity. The situation had turned against her! “This ain’t over…” she growled, then flexed her claws as she and her demonic allies vanished in a woosh of felfire back to their fallback point, Gremori letting out a disappointed whine as she vanished in mid-leap.

Jeemjazo yelped in surprise as Cenoon vanished, his head darting around as Sekhi shook her head at him. “Its okay Jeem! She ran away! I can’t hear her song now, so she musta run back to th’ Nether.” she grinned.

Jeemjazo coughed, “Right, I knew that… just… didn’t know if ye knew that…” he said awkwardly.

Sekhi giggled, then smiled at him, “Thanks though… I mean, ya kinda saved my yippin' life.”

The vulpera boy blushed through his fur, then shrugged, “Eh, I mean… yanno, we’re pals right?” he muttered, “Can’t be havin’ some demon guttin’ me pal…”

Sekhi smirked, “Thought ya said we weren’t pals anymore…” she teased, walking around him with her tail swishing.

Jeemjazo grunted, “Sekhi… I mean… look, about that… I get it okay. W-we’ll talk ‘bout it later alright? Don’tcha need ta check yer crew ‘n make sure none of ‘em got hurt or somethin’?” he asked.

Sekhi yipped, “Oh right!” she gasped, jogging back over to where Galdia, Nitika, and Laurelgosa were… the dracthyr woman still in her true form for now. As she got close she looked up at her, then cocked her head. “Your song sounds… different…” she murmured.

Laurelgosa looked down at her, her bright pink eyes shining like two large quartzes. “Oh? How do I sound different?” she asked in a bemused way.

Sekhi smiled, “… better, like ya got somethin’ important back.” she nodded, her ears flicking. Laurelgosa's song spoke of confidence returned now, of a great wrong overcome.

Laurelgosa nodded, “I suppose I did, though… there are still some gaps in my memory, I remembered something very important.” she nodded, then all of them jumped as there was a crash behind them, the black drake landing next to them all.

“The witch has fled, I cannot smell her anywhere nearby.” he said, looking among them. “You were the targets of her wrath… who are you?” he asked.

Nitika nodded to him, “Ah yes. I’m Nitika Dawnhoof and this is Galdia Grimaxe and Sekhi. We’re members of Savage United.” she explained, “And…” she glanced at the dracthyr woman.

She smiled, “Laurelgosa, of the Dracthyr.” she replied, “Though sometimes I am known as Laura Brightflame as well.”

Jeem coughed a bit, “Er… I’m Jeemjazo, former Bloodsail Pirate… Sir.” he replied. Bravado or not, you treat something that can eat you in one bite with respect.

“I am Idrallion of the Black Dragonflight. You have my gratitude for freeing me from her control. If your Savage United ever needs the aid of me or my kin, you have but to ask.” the dragon nodded gratefully to them. “I must return to the Obisidan Citadel and warn Sabellian of what the warlock did to me, incase any others are capable of doing likewise. Farewell, all of you.” he said, then he spread his wings and took to the skies, soaring off to the north.

Nitika watched him go, then smiled, “Well, that’s one problem solved. She doesn’t have a dragon anymore.” she nodded, “But… was that an Illidari you were fighting Galdia?” she asked, glancing at the mag’har woman.

Galdia shrugged, “Sure as fel looked like one… Dunno who she was, but she could throw a punch alright.” she nodded, “What about you? Thought you said you weren’t comfortable fighting?” she asked Laurelgosa with a grin.

The dracthyr grinned back, a very sharp smile to say the least, “I was not, until I remembered that I was after all.” she chuckled, “So… Savage United you say…” she glanced among them. They had all helped her without asking anything in return, and now Laurelgosa felt she rather owed them a great deal. “… er… I do not suppose you are… how do the mortal races say it… hiring?”

Valdrakken, the Roasted Ram

Grimo looked up suddenly from his beer, “… capitalism senses tingling…” he whispered to himself.

The Ohn’ahran Plains

Nitika winced. Oh she could feel that even all the way here. “Er… yes, but when you meet our ‘boss,’ Grimo, make sure I’m with you.” she replied.

The battle against the Nokhud was already long over, they never made it to meet up with Tomul, but the scout understood that they ran into trouble along the way. The Dragon Isles were a dangerous place lately, what with the Primalists and the return of Raszageth, nevermind the Djaradin, Rothide Gnolls, and other such things… but for Savage United it would become that tiny bit safer. They had earned the friendship of the black dragonflight, and perhaps a new member to their own team?

As they headed back to Valdrakken Laurelgosa resumed her visage form, becoming Laura Brightflame once more... but her white robes were gone. Instead she was wearing a blue tunic and trousers with sandals, a long travelling cloak down her back. The dress she wore before just felt wrong to her now. Like she was wearing it almost to hide behind. Now, she remembered who and what she was, and the truth of what had happened to her friends.

She still had questions though. What was that strange device that Neltharion had used on them? Why had he felt such control necessary? Was it the only one, or could someone else control the dracthyr as he had? And when it was destroyed, how was Raszageth defeated without their aid?

Now however, she knew she could find the answers… and she had new friends to help her do so. Savage United? Perhaps she’d rather like being a little savage sometimes…

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