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Blossoms: A Bit Of Yourself (Sweeps ago)
"... so I just simply told them to just NOT do that but... they still did the thing." Galenu spoke to Varani beside her as they both were walking down a trail in the forest. "I do hope... one day to own a bakery though it is hard with me being a low blood and all."
"Hmm, I think you should not worry for that kind of thing." Varani replies. "As my master once told me: even if the world is a hard and cruel dealer of fate, always look forward to the positive side of life because it will always find a way to turn towards your favor."
Galenu chuckled from the retelling of the saying. "Yeah... maybe. Then... I will eventually open up my own bakery!"
"That's the spirit!"
"Also... speaking of your master... you have not mentioned a lot about yourself." The yellow blood curiously said. "How come?"
Varani didn't expect a question like this to come up. If anything, she had hoped to avoid it entirely, to not look back on the past. "Well... it is quite complicated..."
"I-I mean...! I don't want you to talk about if it makes you uncomfy..."
"No... no. I think... I think I should. Perhaps help me to get some closure." The blind troll says. Both of them eventually stopped at a clearing within the forest. Finding a toppled down log, they both sat on it to rest, Varani needing to reach her hands out to find it for her to sit on.
"This was before I became blind so... thankfully I still remember some visual representations." Varani said and continued. "... I... lived on the side of the mountain on the eastern part of Alternia. A large village. So beautiful. During the spring the cherry blossoms would bloom and it would look... stunning. Like a whole other world. I had my lusus but I was primarily raised by my master, Heroli Psinto. They were... quiet. Very hard to read and would not tell you right away if you mess up something. I had a friend who I grew up with, too who was also under master's apprenticeship. Her name is Kirina Zanshu. She... was a trouble maker but... I don't know. She was... a good friend."
"We both were training to become shrine protectors. Supposedly a spirit that is worshipped in our village would grant good fortune, harvest, luck, and among other things. Not just protecting the shrine but the whole village. We... never had threats or get attacked. We were a quiet village and got along with other nearby towns and villagea just fine. Until... one day... me and Kirina went snooping around underneath the temple, finding a cave behind a waterfall that was locked away. We found a sword... the one I have now. Longer katana, basically. But we then felt rumbling within the cave. At that moment, I didn't know that Kirina took the sword when I went back up to the temple."
"We got back up and were greeted from an unexpected attack from an unknown enemy. Apparently they were searching for something... we didn't know what it was but I was told my master to go hide and to take Kirina with me..."
"You hid?" Galenu added after Varani's pause.
"No..." The red blood answered. "Something inside me told me to go out there... and fight. I did the best I could... if anything it was enough to kill off the leader that lead the attack, forcing the rest of his attackers that were alive to flee. But... during that battle... I lost my master... and my friend, Kirina... and my sight..."
Galenu frowned from the mentioning of that. She was afraid that it would lead to something negative. "I'm... sorry I asked. I didn't mean for you bring up something you didn't want to retell..."
"No it's fine..." Varani reassured her. "If anything... it is good I get to tell it to someone. I have wanted to keep it hidden, hoping to not feel hurt from what was taken from me but... in a way, it was good to help me. To not hide it anymore and to finally move on with the weight of that memory not hanging on my shoulders."
"Then... I guess that's good?" Galenu says questioningly.
"Yes. it is a good thing." Varani, once more, reassured the yellow blood with a smile.
"By the way... how are you able to find your way around and such?" Galenu asks.
"Simple. I'm psychic!" The red blood excitedly answers. " Despite my sight being lost, I heightened my psychic psionics for me to... "see" in a way. Able to make out outlines of objects especially people and animals."
"Oohhh. That's really neat~"
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The Novice
"Oh no! Oh no! I'm late!" Lidian kept saying to herself, running through the city to get to her destination. Wanting to become the best upcoming mage as can be though, unfortunately, she tends to wake up late. Sometimes happens for her but she is determined. Maneuvering through crowds of people to get where she needs to be. She may sometimes be late, it doesn't stop her from wanting to learn.
She finally makes it to her destination, opening the door but noticed the lights have not turned on. "Uh... hello!" She called out. "Teach? Mister Grelotta?" Lidian walked around and noticed that it felt empty. Almost as if the person packed everything and left in a hurry. She remembered coming across the dusty knick knacks that would cause her to sneeze but her teacher insisting that they are magically imbued and not to touch them. She eventually sees a piece of paper taped onto the wall. She went to it, grabbing it off the wall and read it aloud.
"I know that you will come here and see this place is empty. Just coming out to say that I have scammed you along with countless others. However much money you gave me is long gone for I have skipped town. You idiots were easy to fool believing that magic is real..." The last sentence hurt Lidian to the core. "So... he was a fake?"
Tears were forming but she took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "N-No... No crying!" She says to herself. Lidian used the tape left on the wall, hanging the paper for whoever else comes by to see it and marched out of the building. "I am not giving up that easily! Magic is real... I just know it is! And I won't stop until I learn whatever I need to learn to make my ancestor proud!"
Lidian walked aimlessly through the city, lost in thought but more so speaking outloud, getting a few stares and raised eyebrows overhearing a girl talking to herself. "Okay... the guy turned out to be a fraud. Meaning all the money I gave him every week was... kinda my fault. That is okay. So if he is fraud, doesn't mean what he said about magic could be the truth. Right? Magic is definitely real! My ancestor was titled The Arch-Mage for a reason! Judt have to... start all over again finding another, and legit, teacher... And possibly convince them with however much sum of money to teach me... but... where can I find that kind of person..."
She stopped her self rambling and halted her aimless walk to see she had come across a cafe. Lidian had never been in one of these before. "Mystikal Cafe... huh. I guess I can try it out." Walking inside, she sees the lively scene of people talking amongst each other at their respective tables. The wallpaper colors of bright blues snd pinks made the place pop, feels welcoming.
The place seems to be mostly an all-female staff with waitresses garnering a maid outfit with one standing out to being more "out of uniform" with theirs not fully proper and gliding around on rollerblades. Lidian walks to one of the empty tables, taking a seat as the one waitress that stuck out like a sore thumb glided to her table. "Well, haaaaaylooo!" She says with a cheery voice. Up close she can see her hair blocking her left eye and notices some orange dye streaks on it which makes a lot of sense to her sticking out more. Possibly more of a punk style troll. "Welcome to the Mystikal Cafe and I will be your lovely waitress for today. Name's Anyssa Hanell and what might ya be getting today, missy? Might I recommend an espresso shot along with a velvet cake slice topped with some strawberry frostinng."
"U-Um... oh wow..." Lidian didn't expect to be put on the spot. She doesn't even know what wants nor what they have. What if she says a certain item and they don't actually have it? "Uh... d...- Um... Donut!" She finally made her decision.
"Just a donut?" Anyssa raised a brow, taking her notepad out and pen. "What kind? And do you want a drink? Latte? Hot coffee? Cappuccino?"
"Um... u-uh..." This girl is trying to test her. Lidian feels like she might explode. What kind of donuts do they have? This Anyssa girl didn't list them. Do they have chocolate? Powdered? Plain? They gotta have plain, right? A place that have donuts should always have plain donuts. " P... P-Plain! And just regular coffee!"
Anyssa raised s brow but eventually smiled. She can see that might've almost given the girl a panic attack by putting them on the spot. "Gotcha. Plain donut and a regular coffee coming right up." She wrote down the items along with the table number and was about glide to the front counter until she heard the girl to not go yet.
"Wait, please! I... wanted to ask some questions."
Anyssa stood where she was and slowly glided back to the their table. "Something wrong?"
"Well... okay... I am trying to learn magic. I went to a peraon that, who I thought, knew magic but uh... I just found out that he conned me... along with my money that I gave him... and I am looking for anyone... SOMEONE! I know it sounds crazy and stupid that magic might not be real or whatever but... I think it's real. My ancestor was a mage and I want to make her proud to be the best there is just like her. So... do you know anyone or have some leads that I can search out for?"
Anyssa carefully listened and smiled. "Pretty determined to wanting to learn this whole magic thing, huh? I'll be right back."
Lidian watches the girl glide away and see them talking to one of the other girls behind the counter, handing them her order and then seeing her going in the back. From there she merely looks down at the table, tapping her finger on it until she heard someone clearing their throat. Looking up, she sees a girl wearing the same maid uniform and having a side haircut. She was smiling at them. "I heard you are searching for teacher of magic?" She says. "Name's Merlee. Merlee Zodius."
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Project VOID: The Two Peculiar Test Subjects (Part 2 | FINAL)
Project VOID. I usually don’t try to be formal with these notes but it is protocol. And no. This is being kept. This is Dr. [REDACTED] and I’m putting in my final review on test subject 0R-KJ3.
The test subject is not fit for combat use. After numerous tests, it has only been able to be successful on only the few it has been told to go through. Since its creation, 0R-KJ3 has not been in full control of their abilities, black, tar colored-like tendrils will spew out in certain parts of their body randomly. It also causes pain to 0R-KJ3 when the tendrils do retract.
There has been other instances of them going through their shapeshifting ability but have been unsuccessful with it. The shapeshifting also causes them immense pain. Dr. Kanith has insisted on continuing with the tests, believing that there is room for improvement but the Director says otherwise.
Unfortunately, test subject 0R-KJ3 is considered defective and will be executed as of tomorrow at ajjjjdakjasdddddddddddddddddddddddd
= = = WARNING: CONTAINMENT BREACH = = =
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Catalyst: Give up...?
It has been a couple days since Cilrus has left the home of a troll by the name of Merlee who found her, retrieving her body, who she was presumed dead but was then revived by unknown means, and was taken care of until she had the energy to go back home. The goth troll appreciated the care she was given despite Merlee insisting for her to stay a bit longer and possibly help with her current situation. Cilrus refused the offer, however though thanked her for wanting to help. Though Cilrus doesn’t know if her predicament is worth helping.
She sits on the edge of her bed, staring off into a mirror that showed off her own reflection, accepting of the inevitable doom of herself and the entire universe. The Singularity has won. Her friend, who is her ex, is killed and she was brought back to life due to it. The goth troll felt like it was unfair for her to be brought back instead of Yevine. Yet, life has a sick sense of humor and continues to mock her in every turn. What can she do? Her ancestor is a powerful being and has two powerful allies by her side. “It’s no use...” She whispered to herself. “There’s no winning this. Might as well just... continue on with my fresh life... until the end eventually comes... but... at least I know it wil happen. And... it will be okay.”
“Will it be okay?”
A voice is heard, startling Cilrus as she looked around her room, trying to spot the source of where it came from. “Wh-who’s there?!” Cilrus called out.
A figure slowly fades in. Ethereal in appearance and glowing, wearing an elegant dress and seems to have a tail with lots of string around it, looking messy. Her eyes were the most catching. Black sclera with grey iris color. “Do not be afraid, my child.”
Cilrus’ expression of worry soon transitions to being calm. “What do you want...?”
“I wish to aid you. To stop The Singularity once and for all.”
“Oh? Well... I don’t think that’s something worth stopping... I’m sorry.” Cilrus merely says
“Cilrus dear...”
“First off... how do you know my name? Secondly... j-just look at me!” She stands up from the bed, walking in front of the ethereal figure. “You think I can face my ancestor? A-A-And how do you even know her?! Why would you want to help me?! Planning to use me until I am unable to be useful... like her?!”
The figure stayed silent, unsure of what else to say considering she has just met the troll. She knew this girl has been through a lot but she is determined to change their mind.
“Answer me!”
The figure took a deep breath. Slowly exhaling and began to explain. “I am known as The Demoness. My name is Kelena Cytone, the ancestor of my descendant Cylion Cytone. I believe you two have met... under... worse circumstances. As for how I know your ancestor... well... it’s a long story... Though I can give a shortened version if that would suffice.”
Cilrus thought for a moment, then finally responded. “Tell me everything.”
“I... lost my lusus at quite a young age. I had no caretaker at the time. I was vulnerable to the world until... a pair of demons took me in. They raised me. I learned many of their ways but also learned of the world I was hatched in, eventually. Soon after, I decided to live off on Alternia but... I grew... sad. Just... the world around me is dangerous. Every day you would see violence around every corner. Made me wish I could change the world. Make Alternia a peaceful world. That’s until I met your ancestor. The Singularity had a speech out in the middle of the city one day and I stopped to listen. Her words sounded genuine. Wanting to make Alternia peaceful. Stop the violence. Stop the over usage of power from the wealthy. Anything she said... it sounded too good to be true.”
“It seemed innocent at first. She had a following that grew and grew... then... it suddenly changed. I... do not know when it happened but I eventually see through her true intentions. I then received visions of multiple futures... Futures that I knew I had to stop. Or else... we wouldn’t be having this conversation. One of the futures was the annihilation of our universe. The other... sacrificing my life... and... yours... to ensure she never achieved her goal.” Kelena stopped, being ready to what’s going to happen.
“Wh-what?!” Cilrus was shocked from what she heard. “What do you mean by that?”
“In order to stop The Singularity... I only had several options... and it was to ensure that it wouldn’t happen in the future... and... to stop my descendant from straying herself to dark magic...” Kelena explained. “I had to stop her myself. Destroying a very powerful object that’s keeping her alive. The Rooted Heart. If that plan failed... I... tipped off the Fleet of her intentions and I knew... they would be afraid of this ever to surface again and therefore... you would have to die for it... to prevent her ultimate goal from ever coming to fruition.”
At that moment, it all began make sense to Cilrus. “You... You sabotaged my life... just... j-just so you can stop my ancestor...?!”
“I don’t expect you to be happy with what I said. I merely-”
“And why should I! Y-You ruined me... You fucking ruined my whole life! And during this whole time, I have been trying to figure out as to why I died, trying to figure out who I really am, and only to found out that it was all YOUR damn fault! I went out searching for answers for fucking nothing! I got my ex, Yevine, killed for fucking nothing!” Cilrus yelled. Anger is not a word she could use to describe her current feelings. She clenched her hands into fists, wanting to punch something but a part of her is holding back. Soon, sadness now overcame her as tears began to flow down her face. “I lost... the one person who I cared for... because of you... and you expect me to let you help me fight my ancestor...”
Kelena didn’t know what else to say. She is right. What the half demon did spiraled their life into what it is now and she can’t change that. What happened is in the past that is now jeopardizing the future. “I don’t expect you to accept the decisions I have made... even I can’t accept them... What I’ve done... I would have never predicted for what you have gone through... I was merely worried for the future of my descendant, the future of Alternia, and the entire universe as a whole. It was selfish of me to make those calls... and I still failed... Now I have to live with that mistake in the after life... but... I want to rewrite those wrongs somehow...”
The goth troll sobbed silently, turning away to not look at The Demoness. Both anger and sadness still overwhelming her.
“I want to fix my mistakes. I know I cannot change them. I wish I could but offering my power to you... you would have a fighting chance to finally stop The Singularity... and... possibly talk some sense to my descendant...” She paused for a moment, thinking of what else to say to convince them until one important piece came to mind. “Do you... know how you were brought back to life?”
The mention of this brought Cilrus’ attention, slowly looking back at The Demoness to fully listen. “N-No... Not really...” It was a mystery she couldn’t figure out. She knew she died. After her ancestor unlinked her soul from Cilrus’, the goth troll died as if it was the day she met her demise but then she came back to life out of nowhere. Why and how? She doesn’t know still.
“I have kept a close eye on you, hidden from view so your ancestor couldn’t detect me. And the day you and Yevine died... I... seen something I didn’t expect to happen. When you died... I thought all hope was lost but... Yevine... had a wonderful gift. Two gifts, to be exact. Her clairvoyance. Able to see the dead but also detect trouble, emotions of others. A very unique gift. The other gift... was giving up her soul to bring you back.”
At that moment, Cilrus’ eyes widened. “... What... she... sh-she...”
“You two were close, correct? Even if you didn’t have the memories from your previous life to fully understand the relationship you two had... she care greatly about you. Even enough to give up her own life... for you continue yours.”
“No... please tell me your lying... p-p-please tell me...”
“I... cannot lie about the truth.”
“She... sh-she gave up her life... F-F-For me...?” Her knees felt weak. Slowly going to her knees, she cried, audibly sobbing while hiding her face behind the palm of her hands. “Y-Yevine...I-I-I’m sorry... I’m sorry I couldn’t save you...!”
Kelena knew the truth wouldn’t be easy to fully accept but she had to bring it up. Cilrus needed to know. She possibly would have the same reaction if she told the same thing, too. The Demoness took a step in front and knelt down to the floor to their level. “Cilrus... she needs to be stopped. Not just for me... or for universe as a whole... but for you. To finally have a fresh life. It’s what your friend Yevine would have wanted, correct? Don’t... don’t let your friends sacrifice be all for not. Please... let me help you stop her once and for all. You can despise me for what I have done to you. I can accept that... but we both know that The Singularity is a major threat. What will it be...?”
Cilrus takes a moment to finally relax, controlling her breathing and to wipe away the tears. Everything that happened to her was all Kelena’s fault but she sounds sincere in wanting to correct her mistakes. Perhaps she has a chance. With The Demoness aiding her, she might have a fighting chance. She let out a shaky sigh, looking up at Kelena and nodded to her. “Okay... but I’m doing this to not let my friend’s sacrifice go to waste.”
The Demoness soon smiled, placing a hand on their shoulder. “Good. First, we’ll need to quickly search some artifacts to protect you from her magics.”
#Cilrus Xonova#ExpositionzOfSilence#Exposition | Catalyst#the story continues but is wrapping up :3c
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Project VOID: The Two Peculiar Test Subjects (Part 1)
Project VOID. This is Dr. [REDACTED] conducting a review on test subject 3H-22J. Class type: Titan.
Months of research on the umbrite DNA spliced with our own created many subjects in varying shapes and sizes, each one even having some sort of ability that we are all continuing to research through tests. 3H-22J was the birthing of a new class type. The Titan program was fully initiated once 3H-22J was created.
Subject 3H-22J stands at about nine feet tall. Having equal or even greater strength similar to high blood castes. 3H-22J is kept within a closed ventilated chamber. Unlike the other test subjects, 3H-22J is quite resistant. Accounting the incident Dr. [REDACTED] suffered from [REDACTED] due to entering 3H-22J’s chamber to acquire a blood sample.
Upon days of observing 3H-22J, we have noticed that the test subject has a passive ability of producing a black mist or fog. Recalling several instances where it became incredibly dense to the point it clouded the entire chamber they reside in, making it impossible to observe them. Even much worse through our security cameras with the latest technology of detecting movement. We have reviewed the footage and seeing any instance of movement detected but coming out with nothing. The black fog is thick enough that even our latest hardware is incapable of detecting them. Perhaps a by-product of the test subject gaining the traits of the void umbrite that has passed on. Still unsure but it is something to note and possibly encouragement on getting better hardware to properly detect the test subject.
Suffice to say, the observance of 3H-22J has given us ideas of creating elite heavy tank soldiers. 3H-22J is capable of handling on their own through the rough tests it has endured. Only thing that we are still behind on is control. 3H-22J is still not compliant to orders and will retaliate. Either more discussions (within a safe distance and not inside their containment chamber) are to be had or perhaps the development on a control chip or collar might have to be discussed once again. Possibly the latter. Beings like 3H-22J are valuable to the Fleet to ensuring our eventual conquering over our solar system and beyond.
This concludes my review of test subject 3H-22J.
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Something Wicked (Part 1)
You enter the Carnival. Laughter and talks can be heard all around. Games and events seen from side-to-side. Clowns and non-clowns all having the time of their lives. Yet you feel an uneasiness. A feeling as if something isn't right.
The music was as expected but almost sounding eerie yet it only seems like you notice this as everyone else go about their business. The aroma of food and other odors filled the air yet you can also smell rot. As if death was all around you but it looks as if this Carnival is normal.
You began to notice some things. Or people began to notice you. As if they know you can sense things. As you walked through, you make eye contact with several of the Clowns that are running their stands and games. They all stopped what they're doing to look straight at you. And on the back of your mind you hear voices. Many of them yet there is no won close enough to be speaking to you. As if you are told to go somewhere.
The whispers were faint but you can make out what they are saying without the crowd drowning it out. "The large tent." Over and over again. And in the middle of the Carnival is the large tent. Where the big events take place. It calls to you. Wanting you to enter.
You finally made it to the front of it as a clown in front bowed their head. "May I see your ticket?" You handed them the ticket but then realized that you didn't have one to brgin with. You were now confused as to when you got it even though you were aimlessly walking to this destination. "Seems like everything is in working order!" They pulled open the entrance of the tent, gesturing them to enter. "Do enjoy the show. It is a wicked performance to feast your eyes." They give a mischevious grin as you hear the whispers began to grow louder now that you are here. You hesitated and finally walked inside.
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The Cursed One
Many stories have been told through generations. Some merely myths to scare the wits out of the little ones. Others fictional to the point it was never true to begin with. This tale, however, is more real than you can imagine.
Once upon a time a lowly lamb troll lived in a small village. A quaint, peaceful, and quiet village. Everyone knew one another, assisting one another in times of need. The lamb troll participated in many activities, wanting to be helpful to their community and help it grow and prosper.
One day the lamb troll was asked to fetch some wood with a group for the entire village. They did as they were told, going with the group into the forest. During their little adventure for firewood, the lamb troll suddenly got lost, strayed away from their group that they were with and wandered aimlessly.
Eventually they came across a temple made of stone however it has all eroded away through time and is nothing but ruin. They looked around what is left until finding what would be a pedastal and on it a necklace. It adorned a pendant of a red gem that seemed to be encased by metal depicting ribs.
They thought for some time and had an idea of possibly taking it to sell within the larger cities and come out rich. They grabbed the necklace and, just to amuse themselves, they wore it around theit neck.
However, they will soon discover what a mistake they have made to don the necklace. They somehow made their eay nack to their village and slowly experienced the consequences of their actions. Sleepless nights. Nightmares of a tall figure looking down over them. Whispers where there is no one there to the point it was driving them insane. The lamb troll was about to hit their breaking point.
They soon changed in their behavior, speaking to themselves, writing sigils that others from the village were concered with, even speaking a language that is unfamiliar from everyone else, and eventually the disappearances began to occur. People went missing and it drew concern among the small populace and even the leader of the village.
The main suspect was then drawn to thr lamb troll where the disappearances started happening after changes from them were noticed among the townsfolk. They investigated the residence of the lamb yroll but found it empty, however found symbols and sigils scribbled all over the walls and the floors within their home. A mob was then formed, eanting to find the lamb troll.
The mob ventured into the forest, finding the ruins of the temple the lamb troll found and there they found them. They created a following through corruption and there at the center: the lamb troll. Wearing the necklace they found as they were conducting a ritual to summon their master.
The portal opened and the mob went into action to stop it. The lamb troll was treated likr a god from their followers they control, having them sacrifice their lives for sake of completing the ritual. However, it wasn't enough. A large, slender arm with claws made it through the portal but the ritual wasn't able to fully complete as the lamb troll was then stopped and killed. The portal then cut off, severing the arm as it eventually dissolved, leaving a skeletal remain of it.
Since that day, the village then made a rule to prevent this from happening again. Not knowing the discovery of the necklace is what caused it in the first place, paranoia ran rampant from their leader and would conduct witch hunts, passing the rule down to the next leader and so on.
Until one day, a lamb troll, the descendant of the one the village people now refer to as The Cursed One, found the necklace but did not experience what The Cursed One went through but was chosen for execution.
Despite experiencing death, they were given a second chance... but with a price.
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Rememberance: Memories Through A Haze (Sweeps Ago Part 1)
Warning: Blood mention
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"Look at you now. Helpless. No one to come save you now that pathetic commander of ours is out of the picture. I don't know why he even went soft to save your sorry ass. Should have killed you then and there like the rest of your lime blood caste. And don't worry... I will take good care of that girl that look fondly of you. Let's say it's... the least I could do. Now, Calrin... this is goodbye."
Those words. They echo to the void over and over. Like a broken record that can't be stopped. Why does it sound familiar? Why does it make him... angry? He then suddenly woke up, springing up and looked around at his surroundings, panting heavily.
He's in the middle of the forest though how did he even end up here? He began to pick himself back with a help of a tree next to jim for support but nearly stumbled a bit, groaning in pain. Looking down, he noticed that there's a hole on his leg, a gun shot, and it seems to have been bleeding for a while.
"Oh god... H-How long have I been bleeding for...?!" He whispered to himself. He didn't want to panic, making things worse for himself but he needs to find someone that could help him. The lime blood began to carefully walk through the forest, toughing through the pain. He realized that he not only had a gunshot on his leg but somewhere on his shoulder. Everything hurts. Everything is starting to feel hazy. He must have lost a lot of blood for who knows how long. It wasn't long until his vision started getting blurry to then going black. He collapsed to the ground, passing out then and there.
What feels like forever, he eventually woke up, slowly opening up his eyes to meet a ceiling above his head. Was that all a dream? Looking around, he notices that he's inside a room. "Where... Where am I?" He was about to get up but felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. He glanced down to see some bandages and thrn turned his eyes up to his right leg to see it also wrapped up in gauze. It wasn't a dream after all. The last thing he remembered was roaming around the forest, searching for help but who eventually found him?
The door made a sound, the knob turning and the door opening. It revealed a woman standing at the doorway. "Ah! You're a awake!" She exclaims with joy, walking inside and taking a chair next to the bed he's laying to sit. "I didn't think you'd wake up. I thought you would be in a coma and had to take you to a hospital." She smiles.
He doesn't know why but he felt cautious. Obviously he was helped but something inside of him wanted to keep quiet. He stayed where he is but let out a sigh. "Where am I?" He merely asks.
"You're in my cabin." She answers. "My name is Qonelli. I found you in the middle of the forest while I was gathering some herbs and brought you here, tended to your wounds. You were... in rough shape I'm going to be honest with you." Qonelli frowned from the thought. "What... happened to you?"
He stared up at the ceiling. Admittedly, he doesn't remember what happened to him. "I... Honestly... I don't remember. I don't... I don't remember my name..."
"Oh dear... That's no good. I didn't account for trauma resulting in memory loss... I will tell you that I was once a doctor hence why I was able to treat your wounds. It looks like you have been through hell and back. Do you have memory of anything? Some people with amnesia will have certain things that can help them piece together the missing fragments. Think carefully... Take it slow, obviously."
What does he remember? There was a voice before he woke up but nothing he can pin point to what happened to him. Though there was a name. Yes, there is a name that sounds familiar. "Cal... rin. I think..." He stammered his words a bit.
"Take your time. You're doing great, mister."
The name seems right. It's hard to dig into something that is buried deep within his mind. What is his last name? Starts with a J? A J, right? "Jo-... Jozr... Jozrei."
"Is that your name, mister?" Qonelli politely asks.
"Yes... Yeah, it's... Calrin. Calrin Jozrei."
"Great! A perfect first step!" She clapped her hands together with a wide smile. "A patient's name is usually the hard part for people with amnesia, so it is good that you pieced together that. Anything else you could remember?"
Calrin thought for a while. Nothing was standing out or just nothing at all. He slightly shook his head. "That's all I could remember. All I know is that I'm bruised up and got two gunshots on me." Calrin explains. "How did you manage to patch me up considering I lost who knows how much blood?"
"Like I said, I was once a doctor. As for how I managed to get some blood in you... let's say that is under the hush-hush." Qonelli answers. "I still help people in need every once and a while and it also means obtaining some blood bags... through certain means... if I ever need to do blood transfusions. Yours is extra, EXTRA hush-hush since... well, not to sound rude or anything but your caste were supposed to be extinct."
Yes. Lime bloods. He is also one. Perhaps that must be the reason as to how he nearly died. "Right... That might be one reason." Calrin merely says.
"Hmm? Come again?"
"Waking up to finding myself near death. That could be one reason... but...- No. I feel like there's more to it than that."
"You think so? Well... considering I found you in the middle of nowhere, I don't suppose you know where you live?"
"... No. I'm afraid not."
Qonelli frowns, resting her elbows on her knees and cupping her cheeks with her hands. "Well, this is quite a pickle but... at least the first step of you remembering your name is done. I'm sure your memories will come back but I would prefer you to seek a more qualified doctor under that field to help you."
"If there's some that are willing to help someone like me... if they don't care about the color of my blood."
The mood the in room started to feel more gloom after the mention of that. Qonelli didn't to fake hope for him but he is right. Lots of hospitals and clinics have to follow rules and those that break them are risking lives to do so. "Tell you what? I will let you stay here a while so you can properly heal." Qonelli suggested. "Once you gather your strength, you can leave and seek out help to recover your missing memories. Okay?"
He feels grateful on the inside. Calrin is glad to have found help, or to be found. But now all he will be thinking about is digging for his past. That is something that will be bothering him from now on. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
"Great! I'll go make some tea for you. Please try not to move too much or you'll tear open your stitches." Qonelli got up and left the room, leaving him by his lonesome as he loses himself in his thoughts. Going to be who knows how long until he can remember everything.
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Unwelcomed Guest
Warnings: Nudity mention (suggestive)
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A troll panted heavily, climbing up the manmade stairs up the mountain from the village they came from. They had an urgent message to the dragon troll who is basically the sole protector of the mountain village though they didn't expect the climb to be as exhausting as this by how far up she loves. Even worse, naturally one would feel cold the higher you go but the top of mountain has a lava pool, as well as holding the few dragons, allegedly, on Alternia the lady safe keeps, feeling the heat the higher they go which they could imagine the lava pool must be quite large if it's getting hotter by getting close to sourse.
After the treacherous hike, they finally made it to the top. Naturally, he bears witness the large lava pool that sits atop the mountain. "God... Where the hell is she?" They muttered to themselves, panting and sweating profusely from the immense heat radiating from the lava pool. "The other locals said she would be up here... but why?!"
The troll waited for a while and is ready to give up. They didn't want to pass out from the heat and was about ready to leave but then started hearing bubbling sounds. They turned back around, seeing the surface of the lava pool bubbling and eventually a woman slowly emerges on the surface. This troll has seen lots of things but a woman, a naked one at that, emerging from lava was not one they'd think they would see. And theu thought they saw everything. "Holy cow... Like something off of a fairy tale."
The lady slowly walked up to the edge of the lava, touching solid ground as the bits of lava still on her slowly harden to molten rock. Obviously she is naked but one thing that stood out is her missing right arm. Merely a nub but for the best since her prosthetic would melt if she were to submerge in lava. She finally looked at the troll in front of her, surprised to see anyone brave enough to venture up the mountain. "Can I help you?" She asks, placing a hand on her hip to await a response.
The troll was tranced bu the immaculate beauty of someone coming out of lava thay they eventually realized that said lady is also is naked still. "O-Oh crap!" They quickly turned away and used their hand to cover their eyes. "I am so sorry, miss Dracor! I-I forgot that you were-"
"Why are you apologizing for? Never seen a naked woman before?" Galina asks as she chips off the molten rock from her body.
"Well, no I- I -I mean I have but... Well, you see-"
"Then stop whining. I'm nude. I'm not gonna hurt you." The dragon troll merely sighs heavily and walked towards her clothes. "Now, wait a moment while I put on some clothes then you can say what you came here for."
The troll stood there, still feeling embarrassed by this. They did take a glanced at her, only seeing the their back but notices something. She had bits of scales. Almost scales from a dragon. Her spine is also close to a dragon, slightly jagged. "You have... mutations. Like a dragon."
Galina paused from what she was doing as she heard this and then quickly puts on a tank top. "Yeah. What about it?" The dragon troll asks.
"Well... I mean...-"
"Go on." She quickly interrupted.
"H-Huh...?"
"Say it. Say that I shouldn't exist." Galina turned to look at them, eyes glowing brightly with her slitted pupils being prominent, smoke seeping from her nostrils.
"N-No! That's not what really mean!" The troll quickly defended themselves. "It is... surprising. Most mutants try to hide a bit of themselves. But... you don't seem afraid to having me see them."
Galina slowly calmed herself down, the glowing of her eyes dimming and the smoke from her nostrils faded away. She grabbed her pants, putting them on. "Here's a rule of thumb for you, there are those capable of protecting themselves to not fear showing what they are. And there are those who will hide that part of them away for the safety of them and others around them. That's just the way this fucking cruel world works." Galina began to walk to them and pass them to go down the stairs. "Come on. My home is halfway down from here."
She walked down the staircase and the troll merely groaned in annoyance of having to walk back down. They prepare the worse and followed the dragon troll down the stairs
#Galina Dracor#ExpositionzOfSilence#suggestive#//suggestive#I didn't get descriptive but better be safe to put a warning still .w.#I still want this blog to be sfw 99.9% of the time
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Fang Takers
"... In other news, several more bodies have been found floating in the Agizava River. An individual, who was jogging down the trail alongside that route, spotted the mass pile under the Agizava Bridge, some possibly floating down stream, and reported it to the Alternian Police. Police reports stated that all bodies are all intact. Most covered in bruises indicating a struggle but all having four hole marks on their neck. All suggesting to be from rainbow drinkers. Same as before, from a few months ago, all their blood were drained leading to their death. The investigation is still ongoing since it began a few sweeps ago and no leads have been uncovered to finding the culprits behind these atrocities. We will continue to get more information from police as they identify the bodies. Now here's the forecast to today's weather and the rest of the week..."
"That'a just a terrible thing tah hear." One man said, looking to the TV that was hanging on the ceiling within the restaurant they are in.
"Them killings again, eh?" The other man across from him added. "Seemed to be having more frequently as of late."
"Hrrmm. Seems to be, mate. Shame them Fang Takers ain't around anymore." The first man says. "Them fellas woulda gone out and find them rainbow drinkers."
"Fang Takers? Thought they were a myth."
"Nah mate. They were real. They'd find certain jade bloods and find out if they'll turn to rainbow drinkers. They're considered undead so they were basically gnarly monsters and would off them. Could use their service to take care of them folk."
"Whatever happened to them? Considerin I thought it was a bunch of malarkey, I remember hearing that they all were killed by some monster."
"Nah. I heard that they all turned on each other. Some cunt got too crazy being the one in charge and turned on their own that eventually lead to them disbanding."
"Ya both got it all wrong, huns." A female voice was heard, overhearing their conversation for a while until interrupting them. The waitress was holding the men's meals that they have ordered, placing them on the table. "You both gotta watch the news more often to get the real story."
"Well, miss. What happened to them?" The second man asks.
"Them rainbow drinkers offed them all." She plainly answered. "They got their revenge and now ain't no one to be there to protect us. The next day ya friend or loved one might not show up the next day cause the blood suckers got a hold of them."
"Well, ain't that a bitch." The first man bluntly says. "Guess it's good to always have a weapon by ye side, eh?"
"Ain't that the truth." Second man added.
Meanwhile, a woman was sitting at a table behind them. She wore all black with hints of grey. A very gothic dress. Her hair being half white with the white hair being on the left side. Her eyes, being heterochromia, a beautiful jade color while her left being just a lighter green. The woman overhears the men's conversation, sipping her glass of water. She merely grins to herself.
A man soon arrives to her table, wearing gothic suit and donning a top hat. His eyes also a jade color. "You would not believe how rude others can be in this place, Elysia." He complained. "A prick nearly got my suit dirty. I literally got this clean."
The gothic woman covered her lips with her hand, insinuating as if she is giggling. She pulled out her phone and began typing on it, bringing it up to show. "You are a magnet to getting filthy, it seems." It says on her phone.
"No. It's just these morons can't keep themselves clean. Do they know they could die from a random disease if they don't at least shower every day?!" He lets out a sigh, leaning back on his chair. "Why do I gotta suffer like this, Ely?"
The mute girl raised her phone again. "Oh woe is you~" She rests her phone on the table as the same waitress she overheard a bit ago came back with their food.
"Hear ya go hun buns. You both have a wonderful day!"
"Ah well, thanks you beautiful gal." The goth male flirted a little, giving a smile as the waitress merely gestures of being flattered and then leaves. He then looks back at the goth girl across the table from him as she merely gives a look of disapproval. "What?!"
She raised her phone once more, already typed out what she was gonna say as he finished he replying to the waitress. "You're a hopeless romantic."
"Ah come on! Why do you gotta push my self esteem down, Ely!"
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Running From The Truth?
Darkness.
Pure eternal darkness.
Hirana knows this place well. The endless void that she never find a way out of. At first she would think she's dreaming but she would eventually find out that it is a way she and her alter would talk. It always ends up this way. Why here of all places? Sometimes they would "converse" in front of the mirror.
Though why want to talk? What would they gain out of it? Or are they in control already that allows them to do that? The one thing Hirana is afraid. Losing her own free will. She can never guess who is in control. Herself... or them.
Like usual, she can hear footsteps behind her, echoing all around until it stopped. "Are we gonna continue talking?" Her alter asks.
"Then I will ask another question... Who is in control here?" The alter asks another. Hirana was quiet. She couldn't know the answer but she wants to believe that she's in control. Not them. She has to. "Are you? Or... during the times when the killing happened that you were in control."
"You know well... whatever you say will not change my mind." Hirana responded. "I can't go back. No matter what. I am a heretic in the eyes of the Carnival. In the eyes of her. It is too late to try and right the wrongs." Long ago, Hirana was brought in to the Dark Carnival. Given the same initiation like all the rest when they were kids. It was tame back then. What changed? Or maybe the Carnival was always like this. Perhaps it always had some sinister aura that seems to hang about like a perpetual dark cloud. She was just too blind to see it and wanting to fit in. Wanting to feel like she's a part of something. Something greater than her own life. Was she really naive to believe in such a fairy tale? All those killings was all for nothing? For Messiahs that possibly don't exist? And if they did, would they approve such atrocities that have been committed? She'll never know for sure. "Why keep going on with this...? What are you trying to gain...?" Hirana asks once more.
Again, her alter stayed silent. She can never get inside their head to figure them out. And even then she can't trust her. Not for the things they've done. The things she and Leanie have done.
"Don't you fucking dare twist my life around like that!" Hirana turned to face them and snap at them. "That was all you! I never wanted to kill!"
"Really? Then why couldn't you stop me?"
"Wh-wha..." Hirana's eyes widened from that sentence.
"If you were that against killing, the bloodshed, the little dirty work you were being told to do by Leanie all for the church, then why not... stop me?"
"I... I-I..."
"What if... you were fully in control most times. I was never the one being told what to do by Leanie... perhaps you were sometimes. Just... you repressed it from your memory."
"Sh-shut up..."
"You know the deed you did was wrong and quickly forget it."
"Shut up..."
"And your scape goat all that time was to blame me, pass down the blood stains to me and consider yourself having a free conscious and free of sin."
"SHUT UP!" Hirana yelled as loud as she can, her voice echoing all around. The other was silent. "Just... shut up... I know my life... do not twist it for your own gain. And even if it is true... then I accepted it... and carry those sins with me. I will always know that I accept the blame for what I have done... because I thought I was doing a good thing... for the Carnival... for... Leanie..." Hirana began tearing up, turning back around to not face them anymore. "But until then... you did those sins. You did the blood shed. And exactly what Leanie wanted..."
Her alter stayed silent. They merely let out a sigh and turned to the opposite direction and began walking there. There footsteps echoing on e more until they faded. Hirana was finally alone again though this was a first. Usually the two would have a back and forth until she wakes up. Why is this different? Regardless, Hirana eventually woke up, slowly opening her eyes as looked around her room and eventually sat herself up straight.
Those words are haunting her. Perhaps she may have been in control at some points when she was with Leanie. It is too late now. If she did, she accepted what she had done and will atone for it somehow. Though why ask that? Ehy this constant quedtioning? Why continue persuading her to go back to the Carnival?
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Change of Plans (Three sweeps ago)
"What is the status of the subjects?"
"Everything is nominal, sir. Had them undergoing numerous tests and they have all bee substantial. They.. unfortunately have violent tendencies, most likely their natural instinct to harm creeping up but these inmates can be obedient in due time."
"I want to be able to take commands sooner rather ghan later. And has our special subject been fully revitelized?"
"Yes, sir. She suffered major organ failure and had to be stitched up along sith being augmented with cybernetic enhancements, but she is fully alive. I do not know how she stayed alive this long since the containment breach of the previous facility. We were lucky her brain was still functional."
"Very good. Be sure to keep me updated frequently from this point on." The transmission soon ended from there. It has been a month since the containment breach of the lab facility. Mnacro has been desperate to picking up the pieces and continue on his vision. Alternia's vision. The next step in evolution that he promised when the dis overy of the mysterious void-like dormant beings were first discovered. Able to fuse their DNA with trolls to enhance the body with incredible strength, or even creating new troll hybrids.
One thing he knows he must be ready for. The Board of Directors. He had to report on the incident that took place to higher ups which will mean the board will most likely know about it. It's waiting for the call that is stressing him. "Sir..." A Fleet officer came into his office, lightly knocking on the door. "Um... you are to receive a call from..."
"The board?" Mnacro says, though knowing full well who it was going to be.
"Um... yes, sir." The troll was hesitant, feeling nervous on saying the wrong thing by the tone from Mnacro. "They are patching through right now."
"Hm..." Mnacro paused for a second, letting out a sigh. "Let's get this over with then." The troll left, leaving Mnacro on his office. The lights dimmed and a hologram screen opened up seven screens, each of them being the ones known as The Board of Directors, their faces not shown but their uniforms are easy to see, enough details to be viewed.
"Mnacro Tahirr... it has been... a long time since we have spoken to you." The first one spoke.
"Same to you all as well. I believe the last we spoke was my pitch idea for-"
"Project VOID." The second troll spoke. "Which became a colossal failure!"
"On the contrary... I believe it to be a success in my eyes." The sea dweller says confidently.
"Yet all experiments escaped. All due to one of the scientists that YOU hired on the project. One that has gone MIA along with other experiments that were never executed in fear of leaking this to the public!" The second troll continues.
"And it is a shame, one I take full responsibility for and doing my due diligence to finding Vermili Kanith and eliminating him. I will continue with the research still recovered to give you the future of Alternia." Mnacro says reassuringly.
"Except that you... will no longer lead it." The third troll chimed in.
Those words were not the ones he wanted to hear. Enough for him to be silent for a moment until speaking again. "I... I beg your pardon, sir?"
"We, The Board, have all decided that you are unfit to leading the project." The third continued. "Especially to have you resign and leave the Fleet. You were unable to grant us the promise you were supposed to keep of bringing the future for Alternia and the Imperial Fleet. You are solely responsible for allowing the containment breach that was caused by one your scientists that you purposely hired. His whereabouts are unknown and knows valuable information if brought to the wrong hands... you, General Mnacro Tahirr, have shown that you are negligent... complacent." The room was silent but each of the six other members nodded in agreement. "You have one week. Set up a meeting to sign your resignation papers... We will be waiting. I suggest to gather your things."
The screens soon died and the room lights slowly brightened. Mnacro was not ready for this to happen but nor would he let it. One week. Emough for him that an idea soon came to mind. He picked up transmission to the troll he spoke to earlier. "Hello, sir?"
"What's the estimate for the test subjects to be ready?" Mnacro asks.
"I am guessing... possibly a month? Perhaps two months judging by how the tests are going and hopefully getting them to cooperate."
"Can they be ready in one week?"
"Wh-what?! Sir, I understand that you want this to be a success but, at this moment, they are unpredictable and we don't know if they'll be field ready in one week!"
"Think of it... as a live test run." Mnacro suggests. "Enough for them to properly cooperate. Understand?"
"Ermmm... we'll... we'll do our best, sir!"
The trasmission ended. Mnacro then walks over to his window, looking out at the distance. Small smile on his face. "One week is all I need."
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The Hungry Wolf
Little bunny. Little bunny.
Hop away all you want.
Little bunny. Little bunny.
Why did you leave me?
Little bunny. Little bunny.
Were you scared of me?
Little bunny. Little bunny.
Afraid I would sink my teeth deeper?
Little bunny. Little bunny.
Afraid of marking you with more scars for you to never forget?
Little bunny. Little bunny.
You know you can never forget me.
Little bunny. Little bunny.
A wolf... never loses sight of their meal
Little bunny... you never escaped me to begin with.
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Catalyst: The Angel | The Demon
Cylion’s past (sweeps ago)
- - - Warning: Dark themes/blood mention - - -
The Captured Angel (Sweeps ago)
Cylion lived in a small, quaint village in the middle of a forest area. Everyone knew each other. The lusii being sure to take care of the children they are guardians of to keep them out of trouble. Even Cylion. As a little girl, she was always curious and often times gets herself into trouble more often than a normal child should. Somehow she always finds a way and her lusus, batmom, has to try and control her. Though even if she is kept under watch, trouble tends to find a way to seek her out on its own.
The village has lived a peaceful life for so long until that moment where bandits suddenly attacked. They burned the village, stealing valuables, and capturing certain trolls to put into slave labor. Cylion's lusus thought ahead, grabbing the little girl and hide up on the tall trees, hoping to wait for the bandits to eventually leave once they have finished. Cylion held onto a tree branch until one beneath her foot sudden gave way, snapping off, startling her as she held on. One of the bandits below heard the noise, looking up and pointing up. "Oy! We got a live one up ovah there!" One of them said.
The lusus' fight or flight instincts kicked in, grabbing Cylion by the shoulder and attempted to fly away. "Don't fucking let that girl get away!" The bandit leader ordered. One of the bandits took aim with their rifle, shooting the bat lusus on the wing. It caused the lusus to drop, making a rough landing that caused it to lose its grip on Cylion, the girl skidding across the ground a couple feet away from her lusus.
Bruised and scratched, Cylion tried to crawl to her lusus until she was picked up from the bandit. The little girl struggled to break away from their grip, screaming for her lusus as a bag was put over her head.
Much later, Cylion is put into a slave labor camp, her wrists and ankles in shackles, in line as the head troll examined each person. Cylion was next, stopping in front of the tall adult as they looked at her. "Grey colored eyes." They said. The troll took Cylion's hand, taking a knife with their free hand, placing the blade on her palm and making a cut. Cylion winced in pain, tearing up as the palm of her hand started to bleed. Bright red blood was shown, jerking her hand away. "A mutant. Now that is quite intriguing. Put her in with that cyclops kid."
Cylion was then moved to a cell she had to share with a boy. Arriving at the cell, she was pushed inside as the cell door closes and locked behind her. She turned around, grabbing onto the metal bars and tried to budge her way out but with no luck. "You're wasting your time." A voice is said.
"H-Huh?!" Cylion turned around, startled by the voice until she sees a boy in a corner.
He hugged his knees, sitting in the corner and looked at the girl. He only had one eye, the other is a false eye that is fully teal colored. "Ya ain't gonna escape. You're here forever..."
"Wh-what is this place...?"
"Slavery... makin' us work for the soldier people."
"... But... I-I... I... I don't wanna be here..." Cylion began to sob, collapsing to the floor on her rear, tearing up.
Over time, the girl was put to work but was the main target from many guards, making her work harder to exhaustion where many moments she would collapse. Lately, it would seem the rest of the guards began to become more aggressive to the rest of the slaves. All the trolls have begun to speculate that Cylion is the source to the sudden aggressiveness of the guards. "Curse" began to spread from person to person, making all other slaves to stay away from her even during the lunch hour in the courtyard.
Cylion has noticed this but wasn't aware of this talk. They all tend to quickly stop talking once she walks pass them. During one day in her cell, she sat quietly in the middle of her cell until a stone was thrown at her. "Ow!" She looked from where the direction it was thrown, looking at the boy with false eye. "What was that for?!"
"This is all your fault!" He said.
"What?"
"The guards were mean to begin with but now they've been more mean lately ever since you came in." He explained. "You're a curse!"
"N-No I'm not... that's stupid!" She tried to plead her case.
"Then why are all more mean all of a sudden? Especially to you."
"I'm... I-I'm just..."
"You're a curse!"
"I'M NOT A CURSE!" She screamed.
Suddenly the cell door was slammed, startling her as one of the guards came in to stop the argument. "Hey! You two shut the hell up!"
"B-B-But I... I-I-"
"I don't give a shit what it is. Last thing we need is to hear you two flap your lips." They said, leaving the cell. Cylion didn't know what to do, feeling another small stone hit her, looking back at the kid as a sinister grin was across their face, looking at Cylion.
Overtime, Cylion has grown a distrust on everyone, already figuring that she can't speak to anyone for help as this curse rumor has spread to everyone, not wanting to do anything with her. She needed to get out. She needs to escape. Though no one will help her. It's gotten to the point that she was nearly killed during an accident that occurred from a machine. A piece landed on top, crushing her as she tried to get out, the soft ground beneath her was slowly going to turn into a sink hole. Everyone all stood and watched as the little girl finally got herself out as the ground was soft enough for her to sink lower to crawl her way out of the machine piece. She ran away from the spot as it eventually turned into a sink hole. Shocked and afraid, she looked at everyone with wide eyes, seeing everyone's expression of displeasure to see her still alive. At that moment, she was truly on her own. Alone. An outcast.
She has to escape.
A couple sweeps later, Cylion was in the middle of running through the forest, having escaped the slave camp as other trolls was heard behind her, chasing after her. Panting and keeping her distance, she tried to think of a plan on trying to have them lose sight of her. It wasn't long until she heard a familiar screech in the distance. Quickly stopping herself in a clearing, she looked up and sees a figuring flying overhead. A large bat. In fact, it was one she was able to spot by the hole on the wing. Her lusus. "M-Mom!" Cylion called out, waving her hands. She waited for the lusus to hear her, flying around over the clearing, looking down and lets out a surprised screech. Cylion simply smiled but quickly turned to a frown as she heard the trolls still trying to find her. She got herself to run, hoping that her lusus will follow her.
Going deep into the forest, she kept her pace, looking up occasionally to see her lusus is keeping up until eventually the large bat got next to her, rapidly flapping its wings. Her lusus then flew above her, slowly lowering herself and grabbing onto Cylion's shoulders, bringing her up and maneuvering herself pass the trees as she carried Cylion above the tree line. Losing sight of the men chasing after her, she was flown back to the village she lived in, fully built back up ever since the day it was attacked. Cylion was gently put down as she turned to hug her lusus, not even believing that actually made it and to see her lusus still alive after all this time. Tears went down her face, crying onto her lusus and not wanting to let go. She was free. Finally free.
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The Demon Is Born
Sweeps later, Cylion decided to take her lusus, her belongings, and live alone in a hive she built by hand alone, away from everyone, isolate herself. During that time, she found books to read until she found one that piqued her interest. The front cover had a pentagram, a symbol she was familiar with but wondered why it's on the cover of this certain book. The pages were all in a different language, not something she is familiar with until one page that was actually in Alternian.
Cylion read it out loud to herself, wanting to have something to do for her time and eventually noticed a sigil just formed on the floor in front of her. Growing concerned, the sigil began to glow, causing her to step back as the floor cracked open on the sigil it's opening up on, an arm peered out from the crack. Claw-like hand was seen as a figure rose up from the depths and came into view. A large creature, hooved feet and bat-like wings. Horns similar to trolls but the skin color was a darker grey. Their three eyes opened up, looking at Cylion and let out a deep, gutteral growl. "You... summoned me." It spoke.
"Wh-who are you...?!" Cylion demanded but was cautious.
"Do not be afraid, my dear. I do not harm those that are defenseless." It gives a grin, looking around at their surroundings until looking back at the girl. "It has been so long since I have surfaced up to the mortal realm. This world, however, is... different."
"What... what are you..?"
"A demon... an abomination within the fiery realm of Hell. My name is Kalo R' Tash. What is yours... miss?"
"Cylion... I-It's... It's Cylion Cytone..." She nervously responded.
"Miss Cytone... A lovely name... familiar. Though I cannot place my finger as to why it is... I... have an offer for you."
"What is it...?"
"You summoned me... and I can sense... fear. No... not fear... there's a deeper cut within your mind, is there?" The demon spoke and slowly walked to her as she slowly crawled away until she was stopped by a wall behind her. "Am I not wrong?"
"... M-Maybe..."
"We can talk, dear. I am... usually blood thirsty but you are an exception for now. We can... help each other. Do you... trust me?"
Cylion was silent. The mention of those words left a chill down her spine as memories of what she went through shrouded her mind, thinking she have forgotten all about it but she can't escape it. "... Fine." She looked up and replied to it. The demon grinned, Cylion telling her trouble tale of her time at the slave labor camp, not knowing what to do with her life ever since she escaped, lost without a goal.
"Such a tragic past." The demon said. "Perhaps... I can make you an offer... Do you still hate them?"
The question was something she had to stop herself and think. Wasn't until she reminded herself of the hell she went through all those sweeps ago and anger grew within. Immense hatred. "Yes... I hated all of them."
"I can sense it. An anger festering so deep within that you wish to wrap your hands around their necks, squeezing tightly until every ounce of their last breath eventually fades."
"... Yes..."
"Perhaps... I can make that happen."
Those words instantly got her attention, looking up at the demon. "I'm listening..."
Few months pass as the front entrance of the slave camp was quiet, the guards stood idly by, keeping watch until one spotted something in the distance. A lone troll came into view as one guard muttered to the other about it, both looking at them with caution. Cylion was the lone troll. She continued walking until one guard asked her to stop as she was barely a yard away from the front gate. "Who are you? What's your business?" One guard demanded. All of a sudden, a gash appeared on the guard's throat, blood spurting out as they collapsed to their knees, covering their neck to stop the bleeding but slowly died from the blood loss. The other guard was horrified, raising their rifle and aiming at her direction. "Wh-what the hell happened to him!?"
Cylion slowly turned to look at him, staring directly at him. From that moment, the guard has never felt more fear until he looked at her eyes. Pure anger. Pure hatred. It was enough for the guard to suddenly freeze, losing their grip of their weapon as it drops from their hands. He only blinked once as she was suddenly in front of him, getting grabbed by the throat and lifted inches from the ground by an unknown force. The guard struggled to breathe, trying to grab what was around his neck but feeling nothing there. Wasn't until he heard her speak. "My business..." Cylion began. "Burn my past to the fucking ground." Those words were the last he heard as his neck snapped, the body falling limp to the ground. Eventually, a horde of demons peered out from the forest behind her and began their attack on the camp. The main gate fell, fire was sparked as the main guards were unprepared, killed off one by one. The demons mutilating them as Cylion walked through the camp with no trouble and used her magic, that was taught to her by the demon she summoned over the months, and killed any guard that got in her way.
The slaves were all hearing the sounds of screaming from within their cell area, not knowing what was happening outside. It wasn't until the steel double doors was bashed through and the demons surrounded the front of the main cell area as Cylion was let in. All the trolls stood up until one she instantly recognized walke up to the cell door. "H-Hey... are you... are you getting us out?" He said. It was the same troll with the false eye.
"You... I remember you so well." Cylion said.
Confused, the troll with the false thought hard until he stared her long enough to see it was her. The same girl that he has messed with for a curse rumor that spread around. "I-It's you! H-H-Hey! Get us out! Come on!"
"Why should I?" She asked. "Do you know what I remember? Distrust... From you... from fucking all of you. Each... and every person here."
"C-Come on... Y-Y-You had to understand that it was a j-joke all this time... r-r-right?" He pleaded.
"Really? A joke...? Do you see me fucking laughing?!" Cylion yelled, a darker aura was felt that it seemed to have sent a shock wave that knocked every troll back. "I was nearly killed one time... and you all watched... You all... fucking watched..." She looked directly at the false eyed troll, anger was the only thing he sees in front of him. "Do you... even know my name?"
"It's... U-U-Uh... i-i-i-it's well..." The false eyed troll stammered his words, panicking.
"Of course you didn't. None of you knew... All you were worried was a fucking curse... that never... existed. You just wanted to put the blame on someone for your sorry shitty existence. And now once you stare at death... you act like you deserve a rope to escape the hole you're in and ride the chariot to freedom."
Everyone was quiet and soon Kalo the demon walked in, standing beside Her. "What do want us to do, dear Cylion?"
Cylion looked at all the trolls, thinking to herself. One thing is certain, her anger and hatred can't be swayed. She made her decision. "Your service has been grateful, Kalo... Kill them all." She said and it was enough for all the trolls to begin to panic. "Paint the walls with their blood."
"It has been a pleasure working for you, dear Cylion..." The demon replied.
Cylion turned and walked away, hearing the screams behind her until it eventually faded as she got far away from the place. She stopped for a moment, turning to look back to see the place in a blaze from a distance. The roars and howls of the demon horde was loudly heard from the burning camp, echoing throughout the forest, a sign that their work is finished. "Ashes... and nothing more." The only words she said as she continued to head to the direction of her home.
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Rememberance: Don’t taunt the bull, or you’ll get the horns
- - - Warning: Dark themes/torture/dismemberment - - -
“Cal... I just want to tell you that... I have this... terrible feeling inside me. Something horrible might happen. I can feel it in the air. It’s... intoxicating.”
“C-Cal! Wake up! Wake up, we have to get out of here!”
“Leave him out in the forest. The electric shock he got in his head would’ve fried him for sure. If he’s somehow alive, he won’t make it out in the wild for long.”
Those voices. The same dreams as before but still can’t piece them all together. Wasn’t long until he suddenly woke up, panting heavily as he stared up at the ceiling. Another dream, another day. It’s becoming more daily than he anticipated and it was enough to drive him insane, trying to figure out what happened to him. How was he left in the forest? What really happened to him to even end up there? So many questions.
Getting out of bed, he groans, looking around to see if the boy was up. No sign of him inside, and it would be easy to spot him considering how small the cabin he built is. Perhaps outside. It wasn’t long until he heard some noise outside. The boy sounding like he was in a struggle to eventually calling out Calrin by name. At that moment, the lime blood wasted no time, grabbing his machete and going outside.
The two Fleet soldiers from before when they first found the kid and brought him to Calrin. He knew those two would eventually come back with how he treated them though he didn’t think they would come back so soon. “It’s him!” One of them cried out as they had a hold of the kid. “Deal with that fucker!”
Calrin was ready to run at them but was shot at, causing him to change directions, rolling over to some trees to hide behind. One of them ran off leaving the other with a gun. “Shit...” The lime blood muttered under his breath. He knows that the other who ran off will be long gone by the time he’s done dealing with his friend he left behind but if he leaves this guy alive, they could give up the location of their base. Getting close to them is the tricky part considering Calrin only has a machete and the other has a firearm. “Not so fucking tough, huh!” The Fleet soldier screamed. “You think you can talk back to us! Huh?! Words have consequences, my guy! You know the saying!”
The lime blood stayed behind the tree, thinking for a moment. He looks down beneath him, seeing a rock that he quickly picks up. He takes a quick peek to see where the Fleet soldier is. Then fully popping out to throw the rock at them, hitting them which gave Calrin enough time to go behind his cabin. During that time, he was shot at once the soldier got his bearings, gaining pursuit of the lime blood. Calrin had enough time to set up a decoy, placing a tarp over a dead animal he had just hunted previously. Once he was done with that, he grabbed some homemade smoke bombs that he made long ago in case of a situation like this would to ever occur. The lime blood made it to the other side of the cabin, and waited.
The soldier slowly made their way to where they last saw Calrin, spotting the tarp that looked like would have someone underneath, they fired a couple shots at it. “Don’t taunt the bull, or you’ll get the horns.” They said to themself, chuckling as they walked over, pulling the tarp away and seeing that it was a dead animal that they shot. “What?!” At that moment, some smoke bombs was set off around them, covering the entire area. At this moment, the soldier began to get jumpy, silence. A crack of a twig is heard and they immediately shot at the direction. Silence again. Movement from a bush, shot at the direction where they heard it. “G-God damn it... show yourself!” They screamed.
The soldier looked all around, getting anxious until he heard a voice behind him. “If you say so...” Calrin whispered next to them. The soldier quickly turned, firing off a shot but missed as the lime blood, used his left hand to move it away from where they wanted to aim at, quickly headbutting them to get them off balance. And with one swing, Calrin used his machete to cut the hand clean off, making the soldier drop his handgun. In those two seconds, the soldier took that time to register what happened, looking at his severed hand, the pain setting in, and screamed. They were then silenced by Calrin, punching them square in the face to knock them out cold.
Being quick about it, Calrin grabbed their gun and placed on the waistline of his pants, then grabbed onto the ankles of the soldier to drag him inside. From there, he set the solider down onto a chair, getting out his belt and wrapped it around below the soldier’s wrist to make a tourniquet, cutting off the circulation to stop the bleeding. Being extra careful, the lime blood made sure to keep the soldier restrained onto the chair, tying their limbs onto the arms and legs of the chair with rope.
He gets a metal rod with a flat metal plate at the end of it, placing it in the fire of the fire place, waited for a while until it was red hot. Once it was ready, he takes it out of the fire place, going over to the soldier. “Better be ready to give some answers.” The lime blood whispered. He placed the red hot, metal plate onto the area where the hand was cut off, cauterizing the wound to help it stop the bleeding further. The pain settled in right away, causing the soldier to wake up screaming in agony. They looked around, their vision blurry for a moment as it slowly adjusts and then seeing Calrin’s face in full view, causing them to try and get out but realized they are tied up. “Calm down.” The lime blood said. He slowly pulls away the metal plate off of their nub where his hand used to be, placing the plate with the rod away and grabbing a chair of his own, sitting in front of the soldier. “We’re going to talk.”
The soldier was now terrified, looking around to seeing the inside of the small cabin and looking at the window. Lots of time have went by that it’s beginning to get dark soon. They then turned their focus on Calrin but they couldn’t stare directly at his eyes. A glance, maybe, but even such a glance was enough for the soldier to see the same look they did before. Fearlessness. Anger. “Wh-wh-what do you want...?”
“I want you to tell me where you took that kid. The exact location of your base.”
“Wh-why would you think I-I-I’d tell you that...?”
Calrin gives a stern look, getting off his chair and going over to a tool rack on his wall, grabbing a ball peen hammer. “I’m sure you guys have ways of making people talk... I have my own way of making good soldiers talk.” He turns and swings his hammer onto the soldier’s other hand, fracturing it completely as they let out a wailing scream in pain. The lime blood goes pass the soldier, causing them to cower, afraid he might do something but he then comes back with a map of the general area of the forest along with a pencil. “You’re going to tell me where it is. Unless you want to feel something worse then your hand being nothing but fractured bones.”
“F-F-Fuck you... I-I-I-I’m not t-t-telling you-“
Losing patience, Calrin swung his hammer three times, aiming at the soldier’s left foot, completely injuring it to the point of no recovery. The soldier screamed again, now sobbing with their breath being shaky. Calrin takes the pencil, placing one end in its mouth, using his hand to close it shut to keep it there so it won’t fall off. “Draw on the location of where your base is... Unless you want me to move onto your ribs.”
The lime blood holds the map in front of their face, the writing end sticking out in front and immediately scribbled onto the location of where their base it, nearly puncturing a hole on the map. “Th-there!” They said through gritted teeth. Their face was let go, making the pencil fall off their mouth as the map was moved away.
“This is the right location?”
“Y-Yes! Just... p-p-please let me go... I-I.... I-I-I gave you wh-what you need to know!”
“That’s good... but like you said.” Calrin slowly walked around behind them, placing his hands on their shoulders. “Don’t taunt the bull, or you’ll get the horns.”
“Wh-what?!”
Straight away, Calrin puts the soldier in a head lock, having his arm wrap around their neck as they struggle to break free though unable to considering they’re tied up. The soldier desperately trying to gain air, trying to breath but the lime blood wasn’t allowing that. No. He squeezed... and squeezed until the eyes of the soldier rolled back on its head, and eventually a crack was heard. They stopped moving. Calrin slowly lets go, panting heavily as he unties the soldier off of the chair, dragging him outside. He quickly went to work on digging up a pit as night rolls in. The lime blood searched through the soldier to find anything useful until dragging their body into the pit, lighting up a torch and tossing it in there, burning the body.
Calrin sat on a log in front of the fire, feeling a sense of defeat for having the kid get captured like that. No way of expecting something like this which he should’ve known. Considering how close they might be, it was only a matter of time that they’d come back but he didn’t expect them to get the kid. Using the light being illuminated by the fire, he looks over at his map and at the location the soldier pointed. “I’m gonna get you back, kid.” He says to himself. “Even if I die trying...”
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The Spider and Her Dolls - Alternian short tale
Long ago came a little girl! An orange blood that wanted to become queen of Alternia!
She would always play with dolls and pretend to being the ruler. Having trolls always wear something cute and to always be super nice to each other.
But the other kids picked and made fun of her for this. She would cry, hugging her dolls for comfort.
The little girl got older and now wanted to become a teacher! She wished to teach little boys and girls everything.
But the other trolls doubted her and told her she would never be a great teacher or have kids pay attention to her. She would cry again, hugging her dolls for comfort.
The girl got older. No longer seeking any wishes that she knows would ever come true.
She disappeared one day and eventually disappearances of trolls started to surface.
Until one day, one troll ventured out into a dark forest and eventually got stuck onto a spider’s web.
Large enough for a normal sized spider to even weave.
Then, the woman that disappeared all too long ago came up to the crying troll.
Then many dolls appeared from the dark. Some intact. Some broken. all moving on their own like magic.
At that moment, the woman said to the scared troll, “Want to play with me and my dolls?”
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