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fashionablyfyrdraaca · 6 months

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Owlcatober 2023 + Blood

Here we have #27 - Blood!

Game: Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous

Characters: My Commander Eleanora, her father, and a random guy

Rating: M (warnings for depictions of violence, blood, and blood-drinking)

Wordcount: 1,880

Summary: Future Commander Eleanora travels with her father during her childhood and her dhampir's instinct to desire blood brings tension between herself and her human father. Pre-canon.

You can read it here on AO3 as well!

Heat saturates Manaket’s tight corridors. Even though they have been there for a month, having escaped the Order of the Rack’s underlings, Eleanora still hasn’t grown accustomed to the stick of the temperature on the back of her neck. She is four years old and growing precocious. The growing complexity of her vocabulary is suffused with hatred of the heat.

“Papa?”

She toddles along behind her father; his hand around hers the only thing keeping them connected. A grunt is the only response she gets. Eleanora pouts and starts dragging her feet. Sand kicks up with each of her stomps. When he ignores that as well, she starts applying her weight to their arms.

“What,” Her father barks. He stops to look down at her.

“I’m hungry!”

Father rolls his eyes, shaking his head with annoyance. Then he reaches into his jacket pocket. Out comes a wrapped package of comfits. He holds it out to her with his free hand. Eleanora looks at it then back up at him. Her stomach rumbles loudly. A moment passes and then a grimace wrinkles his face.

“No.”

“Papa! Please! I’m hungry!”

“If we do this, we might have to leave, Little Bat. Do you want that, Ellie?”

She stares at him, not understanding.

“Don’t you want to stay here? Get a nice home?”

The rumble in her stomach burns. Eleanora stomps her feet again. A high pitched whine belts out of her.

“NoooOOOooooOoo!”

Her father runs a hand over his face. Letting go of her, he leans down and picks her up around the waist, bringing her up so that they look at each other face-to-face. She squirms, trying to avoid his gaze. Her father grips her face by the chin, pulling her to look at him. Another whimper. His brown eyes stare at her as if he is looking for something in her face. Then he taps the tip of her nose with a finger and smiles. Sensing that she has passed some sort of test, Eleanora returns his smile.

“Alright, Little Bat. You win. You must be a good girl and I will get you something to eat. Can you behave?”

“Yes, Papa!”

Setting her back down, he tells her to follow him and heads toward the markets that throng the Occularium. Slowly withering plants droop in their planters off the sides of the buildings. Colorful fabrics cover the market stalls, protecting the people below from the sun. Other children scamper between the adults and the stalls. Eleanora wonders what it would be like to be able to play with them. Do the children of Manaket play hopscotch? She can’t remember the last time Father allowed her to play.

After a while she realizes they have been stalking someone. Her father’s eyes have been following an elf at the market. The elf stops at a stall, pulling a coin purse out of their cloak to barter with. With an arm keeping her behind him, her father angles them to look like they too, are inspecting goods for sale. Eleanora looks at the baubles on the table. Beaded bracelets, hair clips, rings and other such sundries. Her fingers sneak to hover over them and the salesman slaps her hand away. In response, she blows a raspberry and huddles closer to her father.

“Stay here, Ellie,” her father commands and skulks off.

She politely smiles at the shopkeeper who returns a scowl. Two children run up to the table. They grab hair clips and giggle to each other about which would look best in their hair. Eleanora stares at them intently. She has very little understanding of the local language, but the smiles and laughs tell her all she needs to know. A knot of loneliness wells up in her chest. She stands there awkwardly next to them with her hands pulled up to her chest. The other children don’t even register her presence.

A sharp birdcall rings throughout the marketplace. Listening carefully, she notes the witchetty-witchetty of the common yellowthroat. The sign her father told her to remember! Moving away from the stall, she slowly heads toward where she thinks she heard the sound. The birdcall continues as she passes through the crowds of people. As she nears a series of side streets, it grows louder and louder. Trusting her instincts, she picked a side street and went down it.

The alleyway was empty except for boxes and closed doors. Sheets were draped over the tops of the buildings casting colourful shadows downwards. Her father’s signal surely came from somewhere back here. She stepped carefully, waiting for any further sign. The place scared her and she chewed nervously on the thread of her sleeve. As she went to place her foot down, a dark shape scurred past. A rat! The creature was as large as a house cat and much more shocking. Eleanora scrunches her face up in the beginnings of a scream, but a hand flies out from behind her and covers her mouth.

“Your dinner is closeby, Little Bat. You have to be brave,” whispers her father’s voice.

“Papa?”

“Follow me.”

Heart beating in her ears, Eleanora follows her father down the alley. Eventually they come to a musty corner where the elf they had seen in the marketplace was hauling a small handcart full of weapons. Her eyes widen at the sight of the swords and axes. Despite her years, she could tell they were not toys. Crouching over, Father slowly approaches the elf with his arms open wide. Her father throws his arm around the elf’s head, gripping their mouth much as he had hers. He throws his other arm around their neck and shoulders, bringing his torso broad against their back. Then he pulls them away from the cart and towards the wall of one of the buildings. The cart clatters to the ground with a loud clang bringing a wide-eyed look of panic to her father’s face. The elf struggles violently and she sees the muscles of her father’s arms bulging with the effort of keeping their victim confined. He brings himself against the wall and slowly pushes the elf onto their knees, leaning down with them to keep himself in control. Finally the two men are at a height she can manage.

“Eleanora: NOW!”

The usage of her full name tears her out of her staring and she lunges forward obediently. She brings her mouth to a bare part of the elf’s neck. Her fangs positively tingle at the excitement of getting what has been tempting her for weeks. With a glance up, she sees her father nod his approval. Then she sinks her fangs into the elf’s neck. Blood immediately fills her mouth. It tastes as strong and rich as any chocolate. More satisfying than the ripest, juiciest fruit in the middle of the harvesting season. With every drink, she can feel herself growing stronger… more vibrant. It is as if she can feel her hair draining the sun of its yellows to fill out her blonde curls. As if she can feel her muscles filling out with strength or her bones hardening against any dangers. This was better than any treat the kids in the market could possibly buy.

As she feeds visions from the elf’s life fills her mind. Infancy and the blurry image of a parent cooing over them. Childhood bullies, chasing with sticks and hurting with cruel words. The elf as a young man, arguing with another person about something called the “Master of Scrolls”. Suddenly a ceremony. Friends calling his name. Pride mixed with anxiety and a shiny object akin to a compass being pressed into his hands. Then dirt and unending desert expanses. The elf surrounded by archeologists and others of his profession. All blistering in the hot sun. All growing more violently tired of the mystery they are trying to solve. Then finally strong hands on his skin and the wide brown eyes of a little girl. The fear and confusion at what is happening to him and what could possibly be wrong with the child coming towards him with mouth agape. All this and more flashes through her mind as she drinks the life away from him. Eventually she feels his death come like a great spasm. Then he stills and grows cold. Eleanora releases him and stumbles away, looking up for her father’s comfort.

“Did you get enough,” her father asks as he lowers the body to the ground. His voice is quiet and reserved.

“Yes, Papa. Thank you, Papa.”

“Good. Let me check his pockets and we can be away.”

He leans down and starts rifling through the elf’s clothing. Out comes a coin purse that her father attaches to his own belt. Then he discards some knick knacks that won’t put dinner on the table such as a tattered map and a religious charm. Two final items bring her father to pause. The first is a compass much like the one she saw in her vision. Now it is worn and scuffed instead of the shiny metal it had been. The second is a pendant on a cord. She watches her father turn the stone around and run his finger over the engraving on the front.

“The glyph of the Open Road…,” he mutters. “This fellow was a Pathfinder.”

“Papa?”

“Nothing to worry about, Little Bat. Just thinking out loud.”

Finally her Father drags the hand cart over and leaves it overtop the elf’s body. He drops the compass and pendant onto the pile. Ripping a part of the elf’s sleeve, he takes the fabric and dabs at the blood trickling from Eleanora’s mouth. The child looks up at him blankly as he does so. He throws the rag away and takes her hand, leading her through the alleys as far as they can get from the body.

The sounds of the market slowly hums into a roar as they get nearer. Her father suddenly stops in his tracks, body shaking. She looks up at him to find his face is a grimace, teeth clenched and tears running down his cheeks. Letting go of her hand, he stumbles to the side and hits the wall with his shoulder. The tears start running even more freely. His sob is deafened by the crowds. Body wracked by grief, her father falls to his knees, arms wrapped around himself. His shoulders shake with his sobs.

“Papa?”

Eleanora comes to his side and puts a tiny hand on his shoulder. His eyes are rimmed red when he turns to look at her. They simply gaze at each other for a moment before her father throws his arms around her and pulls her into a hug. She leans her head against his chest and listens to the swift beating of his human heart.

“Oh, Little Bat… this is so hard…”

“I’ll be good, Papa…”

A laugh and then he shakes his head.

“No, no. It’s okay, Ellie. We’ll just have to find somewhere new to go. I know you can’t help it,” he says as he releases her and stands, wiping the tears away with the back of a hand.

“I love you, Papa.”

“I love you too, Little Bat. I really do. Papa will always protect you.”

#owlcatober 2023 #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #miss shania talks too much #fanfiction #oc stuff #eleanora #got absolutely possessed by the idea for this one

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reyson-needs-an-alt · 1 year

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A Forbidden Love

A/n: I’m twitter user: mishamaldas Nagamas pitch hitter. I had a really good time with this fantasy prompt idea. I’m not too knowledgeable on these two characters, but I tried my best. I hope you like it! I also posted this to archive of our own. @nagamas

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, and force marriages.

Summary: Isadora’s love for her Queen ends in tragedy.

Tags: Angst, death, fairies, forbidden love, Fantasy AU, sad ending

Word Count: 1407

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44482663

Isadora spent most if not all of her life in the service of her Queen. From fighting on the battlefield, to faithfully protecting her people, to guarding her Queen against all foes. She has done it all, that was what she was trained to do. Trained she was, from the moment she could fly, Isadora was trained to use the sword. A feat that she was indeed good at, and from there she was rigorously trained in the arts of battle from her parents and so forth. She trained all of her life to get to where she is now, the position that was bestowed to her by the Queen herself and what was rightfully hers since birth. A position that her mother before her held during the reign of the former Queen, a title upheld by the women in her life one that she has proudly inherited, the commander of the Royal Guard to the fairy queen of Pherae.

She has held her title- her position well. All of the training she has endured has served her tremendously. She as served Pherae perfectly and upheld her code of honor like no other. Well, she wishes she could say that last part, but in all reality, she has unbeknownst to her fellow guards, has broken the most important of her code, "not to fall in love with royalty". It was forbidden really, a rule made by those in the royal court to keep both guards and royalty in line. They thought it would be too messy to clean up should issues arise in the relationships, which to Isadora that was beyond reasonable. The royal court just didn't want the royal family to take advantage of their soldier's faith and loyalty and vice versa, not that that would happen, Pherae's rulers both in the past and present were nothing but kind and gentle people, and there had been no issues in the royal guard to warrant such worries. That did not matter in the slightest rules are rules and are not to be broken, but broken they were.

Isadora couldn't help herself. She couldn't for the centuries that she has been alive stop who she fell in love with. She tried but it just didn't work. The longer she stayed in the service of Queen Eleanora the stronger her feelings got. It was like what her grandmother used to say to her, "The heart wants what the heart wants, and you'd be wise to not try to stop it. For your rationality will not win." Her grandmother's words never rang truer until now, so she did what anyone in her position would do, she allowed her heart to love from a distance and she continued on with her sworn duties. It didn't last long, for her Queen wouldn't allow it. The stolen glances and lingering touches Lady Eleanora sent her way were proof enough that her feelings were mutual.

The couple soon after confirming their feelings for one another, spent many of nights under the moon's watchful gaze held in each other's embrace. Isadora couldn't help but let her heart fill unimaginable happiness as every day of the secret relationship brought something new. Every secret meeting was met with lips locked in a passionate embrace, every touch felt like fire, and caress felt like a cloud was holding on to her. She was happy and in love. She knew that her lover felt the same way. They both knew it was wrong sneaking behind the other's back like one who would steal would, but they just couldn't help it. Noone would understand them or their feelings. Not the council, not her fellow guardsmen, and definitely not her family.

Every single one of them would look down upon her in disappointment and shame. She knows or a fact that if the royal court were to find out they'd be furious. Isadora knows that they would blame her and make it out to be her fault. A lowly guard defiled their innocent queen and manipulated her into a relationship. The worst part of it all is that she knows that deep down everyone would believe their words. How could they not, what the court says is true, and none has the gall to prove them otherwise. It's just how it is, with Queen Eleanora being unmarried the royal court pretty much runs the kingdom.

"My love what are you thinking about?"

A soft melodic voice brought Isadora out of her thoughts. Blue eyes met with concerned pair of purple eyes. In all her ethereal beauty Eleanora, was staring back at Isadora. Her hair the prettiest shade of purple, caressed her pillow made of silk like waves down her back. It almost looked as though her hair was like the waterfall itself. "That's right." She thought to herself, "I'm with my love I shouldn't be thinking about such things."

"Nothing my beloved!" she answered her as her eyes roved over the delicate features of her lover. She watched has the soft concerned face of Eleanora, changed into a thoughtful expression.

"It doesn't seem like nothing. Your presence seems to be elsewhere at the moment, and that's not like you at all."

Isadora let out a sigh of defeat. Leave to her lady to be ever so observative one. She expected nothing else for her queen. Eleanora was not only beauty, but she was strong willed woman. She was thoughtful and very loving to her people and those who served her, and not to mention her warmth and kindness. These were all characteristics are what made Isadora admire her so much, and they are also what made her fall in love with the fairy queen.

She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, before she finally told her lover what was wrong. "It's just...I was thinking about our relationship and what would happen if the royal court were to find out. I guess I'm just worried is all."

Eleanora let out a hum in thought, as she tucked a strand of Isadora's blue hair, behind a pointed ear. " It's going to be all right my love!", she started with a smile on her face. "They're not going to find out and if they do then so be it. I'm the queen and I should be able to love whoever it is I please to, and I chose you. If things come to be that they find out then I will request for your hand in marriage, I will fight tooth and nail for our love. I won't let anyone come between us. Even if that means you having to give up your position for a better one, would you?" she said all of this with an uncharacteristic serious look on her face. So, she knew how serious her love was.

"Yes of course I would!" She exclaimed "I would a thousand times over, all you have to do is ask."

"Perfect my love! Then you have nothing to worry about. I take care of everything, nothing bad is going to happen you'll see." She said as their lips met. A kiss to seal a promise, but this promise was to be broken. Like some fairy tales, some do not have happy endings. This one was one of them. Sometime after their sealed promise, the council found out about their affair. They, like Isadora already knew, were not happy. Try as she might Lady Eleanora's pleas for her love were heard on deaf ears. The council saw it fit to marry her Queen off to Elbert who was a noble to a well-off family. She would then proceed bare a child, who would become the heir to Pherae. Elbert would be crowned king and that would be the end of it, or so she thought.

Isadora would soon find out that her fate was just as bad. She was to be banished from the Kingdom of Pherae, and to never return again. Not only was she losing the love of her life, but she was also losing her family, her friends, and her comrades. Isadora knew being banished, she wouldn't last very long. Fairies never do, being banished usually means death. She would die, the last of her light would be drained, for she would no longer be sustained by the magic from her home, she'll turn to dust and fade away. No one would remember her, not even her lover.

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mde4neamb8npfv · 1 year

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katlimeart · 1 year

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Made in 2022

If you’ve seen this anywhere else, I posted it back on my deviantArt when it was made.

Mario girls cosplaying as characters from the Wonder Boy franchise

1. Hotta’s Sister

2. Priscella

3. Shiela Purapril

4. Sonia

5 + 6. Eleanora

7 - 10. Purapril

#wonder boy #wonder boy in monster world #hotta's sister #priscella #shiela purapril #sonia #eleanora #wonder boy iii monster lair #wonder boy iii #purapril #princess peach #peach #princess daisy #daisy #rosalina

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hamingo · 2 years

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anthonio isnt part of the giovanni? how did he get roped in then?

Hell yes Lore Time!!!!!

So Anthonio is a De Rossi, an old but poor family that can trace their lineage back for centuries from Sardinia.

Sometime back in the 1700's, Magdalene De Rossi (some great great great ect. aunt of Anthonio's) caught the attention of the Giovanni during a trip to Venice. She knew that the Giovanni were affluent, and had planned on trying to worm her way into the family to help raise up the De Rossi's. She catches the attention of Enzio Giovanni, and they become close friends. Magdalene spends decades trying to prove herself to Enzio's family, while Enzio spends this time coming up with every argument conceivable as to why ghouling Magdalene into the family would benefit them. Eventually, the two win the family over and Enzio is allowed to ghoul Magdalene. She spends the next century proving her worth until eventually she is allowed to be fully embraced, and she promises that if the Family accepts her, she will offer up her own descendants to the Family, picking out the best of them to be ghouled and work for the Giovanni.

So this goes on for some time, Magdalene keeps tabs on her descendants, and every new generation will choose one or two to come work for the Giovanni.

Fast forward to the early 1980's, Magdalene approaches Maria De Rossi, 2nd child of 5 born to Gianna De Rossi. Magdalene promises Maria a chance to help her family rise up from poverty, and of course Maria agrees, and is sent to Sicily to work for Dario Puttanesca.

In 1990, Maria calls her youngest sibling, Anthonio, to tell him that she won't be attending his high school graduation. Anthonio argues that she never visits the family anymore, and demands to know why. Maria simply says that she is busy with work, but Anthonio doesn't believe her and decides to go to Sicily himself to make sure Maria is okay.

While there, he accidentally sees more than he should. The Puttanesca's decide to simply kill him as a masquerade violation, but Maria convinces them to talk to Magdalene and take on Anthonio as a ghoul as well. She believes she's saving him, and that he'll work with her in Sicily. Of course, that's not what happens.

Magdalene agrees to keep Anthonio alive, but takes him back to Venice with her. Back in the late 1940's, Magdalene had been granted the honour of ghouling and eventually embracing two childer of her own, a pair of twins descended from Augustus Giovanni himself. What was an honour for Magdalene was a slight to the twins, to be embraced by the outsider instead of a respected member of the Family as they thought the deserved.

Magdalene knows she needs something to sate them, and so brings them a descendant of her own as a gift for them to ghoul.

Anthonio was never meant to survive. Magdalene truly believed that the twins would eventually get bored and kill him, and yet the years went by and he was still alive. Anthonio was never going to get embraced- everyone in the Family knew that. He was just a mistake that they ghouled to cover it all up, and by chance ended up surviving far longer than anyone expected him to.

So yeah. there's my long winded story about Anthonio came to the Giovanni!

#thanks for asking!!#he was never supposed to be there lol #which is also why maria wanted him dead so bad. she knows shes responsible for the twins getting their hands on him in the first place #even thought she was just trying to save him. it backfired oops #family matters #maria #magdalene #rosario #eleanora #anthonio

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