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martan-co-ma-rad-caj · 1 year

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Vím, že je tam moc postav na prvotní čtení, ale přesto... Rating?👉👈

"Ilanet! Ilanet je tu! Vykřikla Ahdvik a chopila se kormidla. Částečně otáčením a částečně vlnou, která se do nich opřela, se paluba naklonila tak, že jim začaly podklouzávat nohy.

Rennard hlasitě zaklel a chňapl po jednom z lan. Prohlo se pod ním, ale vydrželo.

Sorontur byl uprostřed prázdné plochy a neměl se čeho chytit. Zůstal sice na nohou, ale - až komicky pomalu - se klouzal po naleštěných prknech na druhou stranu paluby. Široce rozkročený se proklouzal kolem Barreta, který se stačil podržet stěžně. Zarazil se až o zábradlí dole. Nohy mu poskočily do vzduchu, ale nepřepadl. Dopadl zpět na zem a ihned se posadil, přičemž se křečovitě chytil vyřezávaných sloupků. "Co to sakra je?" pískl, sotva slyšitelně přes hučení vody.

"Teeravikt!" Ahdvik se sice podařilo loď natočit kolmo k vlnám, byly ale tak velké, že praničemu nepomohla. Jak se rozbíjely o příď, znovu a znovu je bičovaly tak silnými návaly vody, že mnohým z nich zčervenala kůže.

Lissele si kryla hlavu víkem od sudu, o který se opírala, a ruce jí povolovaly. I přes plachtoví a litry vody ve vzduchu spatřila stín zvedající se pomalu nad hladinu. Stvoření kolosálních rozměrů se vynořovalo z hlubin za bouření vln a hlasitého klapavého zvuku, jako když někdo mlátí lžící o stůl.

Aizor, který byl původně ve vraním hnízdě nad nimi, se náhle objevil uprostřed paluby, přeběhl až ke dveřím do podpalubí a zmizel v nich.

Vylívané kýble vody se brzy změnily v poprašek, načež z nich zbylo jen občasné šplíchnutí po boku lodi.

Lissele jako první opustila stabilní bezpečí a vyběhla po schodech až na příď.

Nad hladinou se tyčil Teeravikt ve své prastaré kráse. Hlava velká jako jejich loď, se plavila po vodě tak ladně a líně, že se zdála nesmírně lehká. Vyvstávaly z ní tupé ostny potažené blánou a občasný záhyb kůže, zšedlé dlouhým věkem i pobytem v hlubinách. O něco víš se tyčila jeho záda, rovněž ostnatá, ale nerovnoměrně. Jednotlivé hroty se střídaly se skupinkami menších a tvořily iluzi mořského dna pokrytého chaluhami. Jeho hrudník se rozpínal a zmenšoval tak pomalu, že bylo těžké si jeho dýchání vůbec všimnout. S každým výdechem ale ilanet opakoval ono klepání, které vibrovalo těly přitomných. Daleko, daleko od místa, kde se jeho páteř nořila zpět do vody, se zvedaly vlny nucené do pohybu jeho ocasem. Prohýbal se nenuceně nahoru a dolů, zdánlivě nezatížen množsvím vody, kterou se dral. Samotná ploutev ocasu byla tak široká, že by se nevešla ani na náměstí ve Slatonu. Celý tvor by potom zavalil nejen náměstí, ale i knihovnu a možná by dosáhl až k hradu.

Lissele ho neviděla po celé tisíciletí. Pocítila silné nutkání skočit za ním do moře. Už už zvedala nohu k zábradlí, když se zarazila.

Teeravikt pootočil hlavou bez krku k nim. Zvedl při tom další vlnu, která jimi po chvíli zahoupala. Jediným pohybem ocasu se přiblížil až k nim a zařadil se těsně vedle lodi. Stín dlouhých ploutví byl vidět až na druhé její straně. Oko Teeravikta připlulo až k Lissele a zastavilo se. Zamžoural, neboť nebyl zvyklý na světlo a zaostřil. Následně vydal vysoký tón, který přešel do hlubšího a opět se zvedl. Rozpoznal ji snad? Lissele hvízdla na prsty podobnou melodii.

V dáli se ozvalo šplouchnutí, jak Teeravikt pozvedl ocas nad hladinu. Moment na to jím vší silou praštil. Kdyby stáli blíž, rána by je nejspíš ohlušila.

Konečně se k nim připojil Aizor. V závěsu za ním z podpalubí vylezli i L'amieil a Fialeon. Faileon se držel za rameno, do kterého se zřejmě při vlnobití uhodil. Hned jak si ilaneta všiml, ztuhl na místě. Zůstal stát bez hnutí či hlásky a zíral na živou masu vedle lodi.

L'amieil na druhou stranu vypadal návštěvou potěšený, ale ne překvapený. Poklidně došel až k zábradlí a natáhl ruku k šedé zjizvené kůži nad nozdrami tvora. Dosáhl pouze špičkami prstů, ale viditelně mu to stačilo. Mírně sklonil hlavu a zavřel oči. "Myslel jsem, že už ho nikdy neuvidím. Měl jsem v táboře zůstat navždy. Je to k smíchu." Nesmál se ale. Zvedl oči ke své ruce a pomalu ji spustil. “Už je to tak třicet let, co jsem ho viděl poprvé a naposledy... až doteď."

"Dvakrát za život? To je dobré na někoho, kdo nežije na moři," vískl Aizor a poplácal ho po rameni. "Já sám ho vídám co pár měsíců, ale to protože ho následuji." Přiložil si pěst k hrudi a mírně se poklonil.

Teeravikt ho zřejmě také rozpoznal, protože zopakoval ránu ocasem.

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 6 months

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Hey, I wrote a little thing I'd appreciate some feedback on. It's a little coming out as an enby for one of my characters. It's only about 500 words.

L'amieil/Sintra is about 40 y.o., AMAB, a spouse to their wife and a parent of 2 children.

Lissele is an immortal guardian of humanity.

They're good friends in the story and on a quest together with a bunch of other people. They're unimportant in this.

L'amieil's heart thumped at an incredible speed and with the force of a fire dragon.

Lissele heard it. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

He was looking straight ahead, with a worryingly blank expression.

She chose to wait before saying anything. That prooved to be the right choice only a few moments later.

L'amieil swung his left leg forwards and backwards and then stomped with it a few times, watching it move. "Do you think the name Sintra would suit me?"

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing." He made a step away from her and curled into himself. Subtle tears began forming in his eyes.

Lissele only blinked, staring at him. She pondered for a while. Then she finally spoke. "Look up at the stars. They shine the same, no matter where they shine or what name they bear. They're still the same stars. Some have one name for millenia. Some of their names get renewed quite often. Some stars have many, many names. Some stars don't have a name at all. But the stars remain... stars."

L'amieil slowly turned to her, shyly perhaps, or maybe it was fear, she couldn't quite tell.

"Would it make you happy?" she asked finally.

He looked down at his hands which he'd been clasping together so hard his knuckles have turned white. "I think so. I think it would."

"Sintra was it?"

He nodded.

"Then nice to meet you, Sintra," she smiled.

The tears in their eyes finally overflowed. The quiet of the night was torn open by a sharp inhale and then a sob so loud it must've been heaping up at the bottom of their heart for god knows how long.

"Hey, it's alright..." She made a few steps towards them and wrapped her arms around them. They were much taller than her, which made it all a bit awkward.

They trembled in her arms, barely able to get a coherent sentence out. "I was... scared you'd... So many, they... I- I was... Mocked me..." they sobbed, wiping tears away, but returning the hug.

"No, dear... I'll never mock you. And you know... Sintra is a very lovely name."

Another wave of sobs followed, with several quiet thank yous mumbled into her hair.

"Do you want the others to know, too?"

"I don't know. I... I barely know anything," Sintra mumbled, their voice breaking. Then they shook their head. "I just... I just know what I had isn't what I want. Maybe... I could try things out... And then see."

"Sounds good." She carressed their back as it slowly returned to rising and falling steadilly. "Let's get you something to drink, or you're going to have one hell of a headache later."

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 8 months

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Blorbo from my brain. I'd so go for a drink with him. And I don't even drink

#He's just a neat person #He's a family sort of guy but he'll party don't underestimate him #He likes to get hammered #He also loves fishing and can spend a whole day by the lake #He can't handle the cold so he dresses in multiple layers of clothing and looks like a baby seal #He hates violence but will not hesitate if his friends/family are in danger #He's like Gomez towards Morticia to his wife #She's his godess #And by heavens does he show it #Also he was in a cult that he's escaped from after drawing attention to himself as a bad member #He was to be executed!#Though together with Lissele they escaped #If it weren't for the other person neither would've gotten out of there #He's a great cook too #L'amieil #<3 #My beloved #My ocs

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 10 months

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here’s what i have of the animatic i’m working on. it’s just 500 frames so far

(this is a gif)

#animatic #my art #art #my ocs #faileon #storm #barret #rennard #sorontur #l'amieil #lissele #with the new haircut

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 10 months

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the gang is all here except lissele & faileon because plot reasons

#art #my art #my ocs #storm #barret #rennard #sorontur #l'amieil #smaller than heaven #I gave L'amieil a bow because it felt correct

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 10 months

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Maker of the template hasn't been active in 3 years, so I've decided to honor them by filling it out.... WITH MY OWN OCS, HA! I WILL MAKE THIS ABOUT MY OCS BECAUSE OF COURSE I WILL

Anyway-

#Characters in order:#L'amieil #Barret #Lissele #Sorontur #Allistar #Basthyr #Faileon #Mala #Mortem #Orandir #Rennard #Poor guy at the very end #Smaller than heaven #My ocs

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 2 years

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All the main/semi-main characters in my book ^^

#Smaller than Heaven #I really sjould change the tags #Uh well #Tomorrow #Sorontur #Faileon #Rennard #Barret #L'amieil #Lissele #Y so many people #Ugh #my art #Art #My ocs #Oc art

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 6 months

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I wrote a thing again

Contains injury to a minor - about 14 y.o. If you think that might upset you, please, avoid reading this. It isn't too graphic imo, but yeah. If you know you can't handle it just skip it, take care of yourself first. (he survives and gets better after this btw)

"What's that sound...?" Lissele said, mostly to herself.

Rennard was the closest and heard her. "What sound?"

"Probably just a deer, but..." she listened harder. Something didn't seem right. The steps were eratic, heavy... And they were quickly getting closer. She froze. In a haze, she turned around several times, trying to locate it, before regaining clearer thinking again. "Draw your weapons!"

Sorontur and Rennard did so immediately.

L'amieil first flinched, then prepared his bow.

Barret took a stronger hold of Storm's reigns and drew his axe.

Faileon put a rock in his slingshot and began spinning it.

Lissele's ears rotated like crazy, desperate to locate the sound, but it seemed to be moving so fast... One second it was in front of her, the next it was in the complete opposite direction.

And then suddenly... it stopped. "What-" began Rennard, but she shushed him. "Rude," he whispered.

The silence weigh on her. It grabbed a handful of her guts and squeezed. It coursed through her veins. It polluted the air in her lungs.

Quick as lightning, from her right, came an enourmous shadow. She didn't turn around fast enough.

A scream. An ear shattering, soul crushing scream.

Faileon.

She spun around on one leg, drawing her dagger. She launched without second thought. Her dagger burried deep into the creature's side. It let go of Faileon and turned to her. "STAND BACK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, seeing the others coming closer to help.

The wolf giant growled, preparing to launch again.

She was quicker. The dagger flew through the air like a hawk, slashing the animal's snout.

It whimpered. Then it jumped at her, mouth wide open. It bit down right on her shoulder. Crack. Crack, went her bones.

But now it was close enough for a finishing blow. She sent the blade directly into its neck. Not even a second after, she pulled it out with a slashing motion. Fresh, warm blood came spewing all over her.

The animal let go and staggered backwards. Its hind legs gave out. Its wailing turned into gurgling. It stood up, trying to run back into the cover of trees.

Sorontur's blade came crashing onto the nape of its neck.

It colapsed to the ground. It twitched, made one final bubbling noise and stopped moving.

Lissele wasted no time. She ran straight to Faileon.

Tears flowed down his cheeks in rivers. He breathed fast. Too fast. His entire right arm was covered in blood. His fingers were trembling. Good sign. But no time to celebrate just yet.

"Calm down." She sat next to him, cupping his face with one hand. Her other arm didn't listen, instead it hung loosely at her side. "Look at me, Faileon."

He was too in shock.

"I need a barn leaf, NOW! L'amieil!" she commanded, pressing down on the wounds gushing the most blood. "Rennard, all the clean water we have! Soru, help me stop the damned bleeding!"

He knelt next to them and took a firm hold of Faileon's arm.

"Barret, get bandages! All of them!" She leaned closer, trying to make eye contact, but failing. He probably didn't even know she was there. "You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna fix this. I'm gonna help you. You'll be okay. You're gonna be okay."

A few moments later, Rennard came rushing, holding three bottles. He dropped two of them on the ground and opened the third. He poured it on Faileon's arm as Lissele began washing the wounds. Faileon wailed and atempted to push her away with his healthy arm. She didn't sway. "Just bear it for a moment. I'll be done soon enough."

"I got the barn leaf!" L'amieil came running towards them.

"Good." With the wounds somewhat clean, she accepted the plant began rubbing its leaves into mush. "I'm sorry," she said, very quietly. Then she pushed the paste into one of the wounds.

Faileon screamed at the top of his lungs and then... collapsed. Rennard caught him from behind and held him upright as Lissele continued.

"I'm so sorry," she kept repeating, even though the boy had no way of hearing her. "I'm sorry... Barret, hand me the bandages, would you?" As she silently tied them around Faileon's arm, blood immediately seeped through them. The spots grew like blooming red flowers in the shape of a jaw. So much... He's bleeding so much. She did another layer tighter than the one before. This time the spots didn't grow as much. She had hope yet.

When all bandages were used up, she leaned away from him. With new realizations coming to her, she couldn't bring herself to calm down quite yet. "Soru, could you check something for me?" she said, staring blankly at the boy cradled in Rennard's arms.

"Of course," he stepped closer.

"Could you check the wolf's eyes?"

"Uh... yeah."

She barely heard his steps moving away and much less coming back again. She was in a fog so thick she couldn't see, couldn't really hear, couldn't think of anything but what words she will hear him utter.

He came right up to her and knelt by her side, taking her bloodied hand in his. He kept quiet for a few seconds and when he finally spoke, his voice was sombre. Quiet. The words came out as more of a breath, than a voice.

"They're red."

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 1 year

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It always gets me when text to speech software reads a character's name wrong. L'amieil has become L-Amy-isle and Lissele has become Liz-elle-ee and it's the most hillarious shit ever

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 2 years

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