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I'm just that fat kid
Starved of hope.
I'm just that cutter
Reaching for rope.

I'm just that dumb blonde
Reading all night.
I'm just that coward
Bleeding for a fright.

I'm just that child
Without care.
I'm just that girl
With messy hair.

I'm just that burner
Wanting to be cool.
I'm just that geek
Scared of school.

I'm just that emo
Smiling with glee.
You're just another drone
But you'll never be me.
Please let me know what you think :)
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Sick isn't something
You can see.

When I'm standing there -
Sweaty palms
Heart racing
Fists bracing -
Absolutely terrified
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.

When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.

When I'm crying -
Can't breathe,
And my knees
Go weak
And I'm too scared
To speak
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?

When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.

I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.

Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
To fly?
So tell me why -
When it is my head that's sick,
A sick you can't see -
Is it any different for anxiety?
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Earth Defense Force:
Destructive (formerly Outcasts, king, deceased)
Godzilla (deceased)
Takasheii (queen)
Godzilla Junior (deceased)
Iceic (deceased)
Mothra (deceased)
Champ (deceased)
Destructive Junior
Gigan (formerly Outcasts)
Zilla (deceased)
Fire Rodan (deceased)
Ikusugami (deceased)
Barugaron (deceased)
Xaren (formerly Outcasts)
Devastation (deceased)

Destructive (formerly, deceased)
Gigan (formerly)
Biollante (deceased, queen)
Space Godzilla (deceased)
Destroyah (formerly)
King Ghidorah (deceased)
Xaren (formerly)

Mecha-Godzilla (deceased)
Kiryu (deceased)
M.O.G.U.E.R.A. (deceased)
Mecha-King Ghidorah (deceased)
Super Mecha-Godzilla (in process of being built)

Megalon (formerly EDF, deceased)
Bagan (deceased)
Orga (deceased)
Legion (deceased)
Orochi (deceased)
Jyaramu (deceased)
Siigan (deceased)
Vagnosaurus (deceased)
Baragon (deceased)
Not too much to explain. Every character that was not a crossover character. Some are made by TakasheiitheWolf and LonertheWolf, but two names that they won't even know are Luna and Marissa. These two I'm working on designs for and Luna is Gigan's daughter and Marissa is his girlfriend from a long time ago. More will be explained in a story/summary thing but anywho.

All actual Godzilla characters belong to Toho
The rest go to their owners, TakasheiitheWolf, LonertheWolf, and gearmaster154 (me)
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     The ground shook as a power greater than anyone creature there had felt, coursed through Des's veins. Pink energy hissed and steamed from his patches and the edges of his eyes. His horn pulsated a purplish color and he let out a roar that non one had ever heard come out of him. Gigan gasped as he remembered the roar and Takasheii looked at him worriedly.
      "What is it Gigan?" Takasheii asked.
       "That was the roar Devastation let out not long before he annihilated my city and himself," Gigan frowned. Takasheii gasped and frowned.
       "What do we do then?" Takasheii asked.

      Meanwhile, Des grabbed the beetle and threw him a few thousand feet. Des's wings kicked up and he sped at sonic speeds, landing on Megalon, who let out a screech of pain. Des picked up the beetle and threw him into the air. He jumped up and punches down onto Megalon's horn, shattering it and sending him down into the ground. Megalon hit the ground with an earth-shattering force and Des landed with about the same force, but not falling. Des started to walk over to the beetle, his cannon hissing and cracking as it overloaded.
      "We've got to stop him, he's going to kill himself and, well, us, too!" Gigan frowned as he slowly backed up.
      "How do we stop him?!" Takasheii asked, starting to cry.
      "You and DJ have to get him calmed down, if not, we'll be in the afterlife together," Gigan faded off on the last part.
      "Alright, we'll try," DJ nods to Takasheii. But before they're able to say anything, Des lets out one more roar and throws Megalon. Des's energy starts to deplete and the Kaiju, along with a critically injured Megalon, revert to human. Megalon and Des struggle to stand and Des looks into Megalon's wounded face, a look of pity and hatred in his own. Megalon made a movement that Des did not have time to see. A gunshot rang out across the valley and Takasheii gasped. Megalon teleported, getting out before anything else happened. Des, a bullet wound in his chest, fell to his knees, his world getting a little blurry, then fading to normal and repeating. Takasheii teleported DJ and Maki to his side and Balk sprinted over.
       "Des! Des, don't die on me, please!" Takasheii pleaded as she held him against her chest, Balk started on healing the wound while DJ and Maki sat around, tears in their eyes.
      "I…I'm not gonna leave you…Takasheii," Des smiled as he gripped her hand. Balk performed a light spell and cast it on the wound. Des cringed but his world stopped fading in and out, and stayed normal. Balk was gone and back in no time, getting a medication to put in and bandages for it. She sprinkled the powder into Des's wound, which made him yelp a bit in pain, and wrapped a bandage around his chest and back. Takasheii helped Des up, and the children wiped their eyes. "Thanks, Balk, I owe ya,"
        "No you don't Des, you're alive, and to us, that's all that matters," Balk smiled. Des smiled and nodded back. Gigan walked over to the injured Destroyer and smirked.
        "See what happens when you act before you think, you get shot in the chest," Gigan smiled and Des smiled back.
        "Funny thing is, I only remember seeing Megalon surface, after that, everything is black," Des frowned.
        "You'd be better off not knowing," Takasheii replied. Des chuckled and looked out at the destruction. Holes and cracks lined the earth below and part of the base was demolished. He looked over at the temple atop Mt. Fuji and Takasheii saw, and felt, tear's coming from Des's eyes.
        "It won't be forgotten," Gigan said, noticing the mourning Destroyer. Des nodded slowly and sighed.
        "So much for peace…." Des frowned. Takasheii nodded, agreeing with this and carried the Destroyer back to the base, the others following not long after…
Just a scene that happened in TakasheiitheWolf and I's rp. Des got really pissed and well, this how Destroyers fight when pissed off. And I bet you all thought he died he got shot....pfft. Of course not, not yet.....
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     War. War's all we know. We were born in to war and thought that, after out nemesis was killed, things would lighten up. My mom and dad have passed on and our army is spread across the galaxy; hiding. Genocide has returned to our species, Humanity bent on our destruction because of a corrupt leader. We are all that's left, the last few soldiers fighting for our very survival. I am Des Jr. and this is the story of the next generation…..

August 17th, 2039, Saturn, 1200 hours

      A door creaked open slowly, a crimson eye looking out at the barren wasteland, making sure it was clear. Satisfied with the emptiness, DJ stepped into the warm Saturn air, a cigarette resting in the corner of his mouth. He sighed, blowing out smoked as he did so, and stood against his two-story home. He was 23 now and as big as his father was. He appeared a bit older as an effect of becoming the Destroyer 10 years ago. Back then the EDF had a bigger force, now it was down to 8 brave souls. Des, Loner, Tak, Ankara, all gone from age, disease, or genocide. DJ sighed as he thought about this and heard the door creak open. A 6 year old girl ran out from it and in front of DJ. She had black hair, red eyes, and a tail like DJ's, which swayed slightly in the wind.
      "Hi Mariah," DJ smiled as he put her on his shoulders.
      "Hi daddy!" she smiled. Her tail wrapped around his chest as she held onto him.
      "Where's Champ?" DJ asked. They'd named their son after Clover's brother after he'd sacrificed himself for her.
      "Inside, he fell asleep," Mariah giggled.
      "Hmph, sounds like him," DJ smiled and put his cigarette out in the sand.
      "And you," taunted Clover from the window. She hadn't changed much, only had a few scars on her face.
     "Hey, like father like son," DJ grinned. Clover rolled her eyes and shook her head. DJ let down Mariah and smiled. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" he asked, but Clover said nothing, only smiled. DJ frowned and headed inside after Mariah.
     "She wants to grow up to be a Destroyer like you, DJ," Clover said out of the blue.
     "Really? I'm sorry but I won't let that happen. The Destroyers are always hunted and I don't want our daughter to be hunted her whole life. I vow to be the last Destroyer," DJ said with confidence.
      "Hmmm, well whatever you do, I'll be there with you," Clover smiled. She kissed DJ then went into Champ's room. DJ's phone went off and he answered it.
      "It's Gigan, listen, your sister and Sariah are in trouble. A whole GPD attack force is on their way!"
      "Wait, GPD?!" exclaimed a confused DJ
      "Yeah, they're with Humanity on this one," Gigan replied.
      "Fuck! Alright, where are they?"
      "Titan, they were going on…"
      "Spare the details Gigan," DJ said before hanging up.
      "What is it?" Clover asked while DJ went through his gear. He didn't respond, only sheathed his sword. "DES!"
      "Maki and Sariah need help, stay here. If anyone comes, call me," DJ replied after a few seconds.
      "Alright, good luck," Clover nodded and kissed him. He nodded and headed out the door. He converted to Kaiju and rocketed into the air and out of the planet…


     Sweat dripped down Maki's neck. She held her Desert Eagle close to her and sat dead silent, Sariah right next to her. Sariah noticed how much Maki looked like her mother right now then focused on the problem. Maki sent out an orb that relayed images back to her. GPD soldiers were everywhere and Maki cursed to herself.
     "I hope DJ gets here soon, if not we're fightin' home," Maki whispered. Sariah nodded and kept her hand on her sword. As if their prayers were heard, an explosion erupted as a GPD cruiser shattered, DJ emerging from the flames. "Oh thank Goji," Maki smiled. DJ landed with a thud and roared. GPD opened fire but their rifles did nothing to harm him. GPD Shock Tanks rolled in and Sariah frowned.
       "We'd better take those out," Sariah suggested. Maki nodded and sprinted towards the nearest tank. She aimed forward and fired off both clips into the side of the tank, hitting the shock canister. The tank exploded and Sariah jumped through the blue flame, charging the next tank. She slashed the tank down the side, cutting the fuel tank. A spark from the burning tank hit the exposed oil and the good tank went up in flames. That left two to go. DJ roared as one shot him, sending a jolt through his body. He charged a pink ball of mist and fired it at the tank. It phased into the tank and choked the oxygen from the pilots, disabling the tank. The other exploded, Sariah and Maki landing in front of it. The battlefield was in shambles, worse than it had been. Truth was, the entire galaxy was in shambles, the planets turned into apocalyptic wastelands thanks to a race named the Las Plagus. They took over the worlds and did anything in their power to do it, turning everything into a living Hell. Only a few planets had beaten the creatures off the planets, driving them away and those planets belonged to the EDF or the GPD. DJ converted to human and walked up to his sister. He hugged her and Sariah and smiled.
      "You alright?" he asked.
      "Yep, you?" Maki nodded.
       "Fine," DJ replied. They heard propeller blades in the distance and DJ turned to see a brown and black VTOL transport heading towards them. He had his hand on his sword and Sariah and Maki stood ready. The transport landed and Gigan clambered out, causing everyone to relax. "Had us worried there!" DJ smiled.
       "Ha, you are like your father. Anyway, I just got some bad news. I heard that Lucy has been arrested," Gigan frowned.
       "WHAT?!" the three younger Kaiju exclaimed in unison.
       "Yea, she was arrested by her own father for being allied with us, heard she's in GPD headquarters, but, I have a plan," Gigan assured them.
       "And what may that be?" DJ asked.
      "I'm going to let myself be arrested then I'm gonna break the both of us out and get her back to you guys," Gigan informed.
       "You sure about this?" asked Maki.
       "When have I ever failed you?" asked Gigan. DJ shrugged and sighed. "Don't worry, I'll get her out, no matter what I have to do," Gigan said as he patted DJ's shoulder. DJ nodded and Gigan climbed back in the transport, which closed up and head out of the planet.
       "Well, guess we'll have to wait on him," DJ said as he turned to face Maki and Sariah. Sariah nodded and Maki frowned.
      "I just hope he can do this," she commented. DJ nodded and flexed his wings.
      "I'm heading back home, let me know if you need me," DJ said. Maki kissed him on the cheek and Sariah hugged him.
      "See ya bro," Maki smiled. DJ nodded and flew up, converting as he did. Maki sighed and started to walk away.
      "What now?" Sariah asked.
      "We get help…" Maki replied as Sariah started to follow her.
      "And who do you think will help us?" asked Sariah. Maki grinned and kept walking, looking towards the ruins of the Titan capital city.
       "An old friend of ours…."
Chapter one of the story I vow to complete, EDF: The Next Generation. So, not much to talk about other than, it's Gears of War mixed with Godzilla Genocide, well, setting and mood wise at least. They're tied in a three way war, EDF vs. GPD/Humans vs. Las Plagus. So, yeah, hope you enjoy.

All characters go to their rightful owners!
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Krista slammed her books on to her desk. She was absolutely furious.
Jesus appeared by her window and smiled at her warmly.
"Hello darling."
Krista slammed her notebooks on to her bed and accidentally slammed her fist in to her mechanical pencil. She was so furious, the pain that shot through her hand was nothing.
"Hi." she barked as she threw herself on to her bed.
Jesus raised His eyebrow and sat on her bed slowly.
"How was your day?" He asked innocently.
Krista practically threw a fit on her bed and continuously slammed her fist in to her mechanical pencil; so much that her hand really started to bleed. Jesus quickly took her hand in His and she started weeping softly.
"You know how it went, Jesus!" she shouted through her tears.
Jesus scooted closer to her and took her hair away from her tear stained face.
"Tell me, sweetheart." He said softly.
Krista wiped her tears.
"Do You remember Spencer?" she asked, more tears running down her face.
"Yes." Jesus said as He wiped her tears away tenderly.
"He...he...he...cheated..." she whispered, trembling.
Jesus sat her up and held her firmly in His arms.
"I don't... I don't know what I'm going to do, Jesus!!! He was my everything, my life!!! I gave him everything and look!!!... Look what he did to me!!!" Krista shouted, snot bubbles popping from her nose.
Jesus gently pressed her head against His chest and He rocked her back and forth and hushed her. In just thirty seconds, her sobbing ceased. She closed her eyes.
"Darling... I am so sorry for what Spencer did to you." Jesus said in a tone that was filled with the greatest of sorrows.
"Jesus, no... it's not-"
"Shh shh shh." Jesus hushed as He put His finger against her wet lips.
Krista immediately noticed a large hole in Jesus' wrist.
"...Jesus..." she whispered, grabbing His arm. "What... what happened..."
She stared in disbelief. What happened to Him? Who did it to Him? Wasn't He in pain?
She felt herself about to faint from shock, but she felt His left hand on the back of her head. She noticed another huge hole in that wrist as well.
"Jesus... who the... who did this?!" she screamed, staring at His wrists.
He said nothing. All He did was gaze at her lovingly.
She was just too freaked out for Him to explain anyways.
When she calmed down, He put her on His lap and gazed at her with much affection. She blushed madly and leaned against His chest.
"You say that Spencer was your life... your everything. Correct?" He asked softly.
"...Yes... he was..." Krista sighed.
Jesus bowed His head and stroked Krista's curly hair.
"Krista... even though Spencer doesn't care for you or love you doesn't mean that somebody else has that same quality."
"What...what are you talking about? Who else would love me as much as Spencer? Who else could give me the feeling that Spencer always gave me?"
There was a small silence. Jesus then wrapped His arms around Krista and she stared at the holes in His wrist. He smiled at her, kissed her head tenderly and said,
"I would. I love you so much more than Spencer ever did. No, much, much more than that."
He then pointed at the holes in His wrists and said very seriously and affectionately :
"And I would die for you again, and again, and again."
He would die for us again just to show us how much He loves us.
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Author's Note: Hi guys, I'm finally getting back into the flow of writing fanfictions. I have decided to write a brand new series. It is dedicated to my love of the Monster Hunter series by Capcom. I really don't know what sparked this idea. Maybe it was because I have been playing a lot this week because I'm done with school. :dummy: Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy! 
:heart: -Goddess-ofMercy

- Kimiko's P.O.V -
"......." I opened my amound-shaped brown eyes, and sat up. I looked around at my surroundings. Green grass was growing with patches of brown dead grass, tall, majestic mountains towered over the soft hills, and the blue ocean below me was sparkling because the moon was shinging brightly as to welcome me back. "I'm back..." I whispered. "I'm back home...." I stood up and walked back to the old, wooden bridge that lead back to the village. When, I returned, I decided to retire to bed. I put away my heavy armor in my box, leaving only a simple weapon, and my underclothing. I bid good night to my hunter partners Cha-Cha* and Kayamba*, and threw myself onto my bed. I crossed my arms under my head, and closed my eyes. As I drifted off to sleep, I was thinking: 'I have come a long way... I can remember when I first started, like it was yesterday...'
- Flashback, when Kimiko was a beginner hunter - 
I had stepped off the boat, wearing nothing but, leather armor, and a simple sword & shield made from just iron ore. The village was a total mess. Before I arrived, the village had suffered from a series of horrid earthquakes caused by a huge monster called the Lagiacrus* The chief had told me the entire story, and he said that Moga Village* needed a hunter. Me being the sassy lady that I was, I had corrected him by saying huntress. The villagers had been suprised by my rudiness, but the chief had laughed it off, and corrected hunter with huntress. I had went into my home, and settled in. The felyine* who was in charge of making sure that my home is neat and clean, had tolded me about how place furnishings and other usless crap. But, what really got me going was my storage box. It had three purposes. To store my armor and weapons, and items. After a little while, the chief had me go and pratice the controls, how to play etc. But then, I killed my first monster! Don't worry, it was harmless. It was an Aptonoth* and I had given the meat to the Chief's Son (His name is Junior but I wasn't allowed to call him that back then.) Needless to say, I did some pretty boring beginner quests, they were called "basic hunter lessons". They were boring at first, but they will help me later in the game. After I finished the basic hunter lessons, I decided to quit & save the game. 
- Teruko's P.O.V - 
The sound of myself sighing, and the sound of my king-sized bed creaking filled my rather large room. My black-painted nail pressed the power button on my WiiU. The room heard my sigh again. "Ma'm, it is way passed your bedtime, please retire to bed." my maid. "Okay Tsuko..." I replied. Tsuko smiled a small smile, and then, she closed the door. As I climbed into bed, my phone buzzes. 

To: てるか いちま (Teruka Ichima) 
From: ちはる ながに (Chiharu Nagani)
(Are you still playing Monster Hunter?) 

To: ちはる ながに (Chiharu Nagani)
From: てるか いちま (Teruka Ichima) 

And with that, I turned off my phone, and difted off to sleep. 
Hi everyone,
I have decided to start a new fanfiction series, I need to make a new title for this. :XD: Anyway, I finished this at like 3:00 A.M, so I may be cranky today. :XD: I dedicate this new series to the Monster Hunter Series. I hope you guys enjoy. 
:heart: -Goddess-ofMercy
Cha-Cha & Kayamba - The two hunting partners you have during Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate
Lagiacrus - A huge-ass monster that lives in the water. He's powerful enough to cause earthquakes 
Moga Village - The village that will house you during the time you complete the offline segment
Felyine - The cat species in Monster Hunter, they can be useful, harmless, or sometimes they steal your stuff
Aptonoth - A harmless monster that provides beginner hunters with useful items like raw meat to cook, and bones to make weapons or armor with.
Monster Hunter © Capcom
Deviation, fanfiction © Goddess-ofMercy 
Copyright © 2014 Goddess-ofMercy, All rights reserved.
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starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.

involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
itudinally inflected.
limbs in a languorous flexion
ultimately misplaced;
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.

opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
you're like a flooding aorta
or the clutch of a chamber,
a pact that urges my wrists
to assist the split of my carcass in twain
spittled and arching in pain
flattering every angle in bledded refrain
oh god, some scars are eternal
and some phoenixes stay slain



IrrevocableFate you are the best. anyone reading this, i humbly request (and/or vehemently demand) that you give her and her gallery some love.


sneaking in a mini feature, check these out!

Queen RegnantAs you embroidered autumn
into my bones, I heard the
trees giggle to themselves:
"We're going to make all
the leaves change color,
pin them along the sidewalk
for you to follow and we'll
wreathe them in your hair.
You will be our daughter."
You folded apples into my smile,
making it crisp, but sweet. I
took the time to thank you by
shrugging off my sweater and
giving it to you. A daughter
of the trees, braided with their
leaves, needs no protection
from the elements that embrace her.
"Your leaf diadem suits you,
daughter," they say as
their branches weave between
gusts of wind. For once,
I believe them.
   camisadoplanktonic in the human swell
we ate our wings so we'd keep tame
ancillary atoms
consorting with the stratum
when most zooids would withdraw from shore
and haunt places more pelagic
now night will be our cover
with its rorschach eyes and
hormone fodder
for this show and tell philosophy
where psuedo-suns can not deter
from hyperbaric sleep
but the spoils are ours to keep
though vespertine and fleeting
and bled into the water through
sensory secretions
   awake and alivedayworm ouroboros stuck
                in the raven's throat
gets shorter in chunks
     swallowed with a guttural clutter
              of polished solarplates crashing down
the house on blackberry hill
           rewires its shadow
                     block by block everyday.
a world emerges in the backyard
     it is frothing & foaming
with the vividness of a mucous membrane.
the birds in the bushes burp out
             milky kisses at each other
                                  but the outcast eats the days.
someone says that the contrast
that the smell of burnt rubber
   you lurk in the dark and your eyes start firesshe can't seem to grasp the arrowhead
lodged in her chest and pull it out -
she'd rather let it melt into the
plushness of her breastbone than
grip it lightly in her fangs and let
her enamel stain with flecks of
her own blood -
and yet he, who found the stone
she keeps beneath her chest, who
tossed it loftily in her direction and
watched with wide eyes as she rubbed
her thumb across the surface and slipped
it in her pocket, he flicks every word (and
every nightmare) that stumbles across his path
to eternities unknown - he swats at those
mosquitoes, but (i can't tell if) they leave
bites beneath his scales -
and when they get like
this they're monsters - she, with a tongue of
scorching flame, constantly licking and licking
until her tastebuds drop to the ground like petals,
and he, whose head and heart always hover above
the ground, with eyes that reflect the clouds as they
rumble and glide. no one can ever tell who really strays.
   the cultivation of neophiliai.
give in to it:
the insatiable restlessness
that haunts, heavy
in a familiar corner
of your eyeline.
drive toward the night.
halt only when you
can no longer
trace paths of neon
from streetlight to fingertip;
never quite reach the
eventually, stop trying.
look over the paper city
resting fragile below;
tear it to shreds
with vicious intent
and forget,
forget that you have
loved and hoped and
for a moment 
there is only you,
the night, and the need
to fly.
desire like you've
never wanted anything,
search for the novel,
for the fantastical
and the faintest hint
of something new
in the sky-glow.
stand so high atop 
towering blank-faced
mountain ranges;
wonder how they do not
under the weight
of all this empty
  Sibilant by Sorelliena and don't forget: an--unkindness-ofravens.tumblr…
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Drip. Drip.

The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.

     It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.

     Drip. Drip.

     The pace of the reverse drips slowed before stopping all together. Water resumed leaking from the pipe in adherence to the traditional laws of physics, and the odd, tingling sensation in Penumbra's extremities went away. For long moments, she refused to tear her eyes away from the pipe. When she did, reluctantly, it was only to observe the Barbarian mechanics on the decks below her. She had watched the animated monkeys from the catwalks all morning and was intimately familiar with their mannerisms and routines. Nothing seemed amiss. They went about logging salinity readings, monitoring electrical panels, and banging on reticent gauges with wrenches as usual.

     Of course, it was natural that Penumbra would be the only one who noticed the phenomenon. She was, after all, a god. And it was in the realm of the gods to notice things, to see what was hidden from the mortals.

     Snorting, Penumbra scrambled to her feet and slunk down the catwalk. She had to speak with another god.

The golden tiger was not a god, but he carried himself like one. Physically, he was not a man to be trifled with. His iron-hard paws, each tipped with deadly talons, were wider than most other tiger's heads and could rain strikes more powerful than the blow of a hammer. His yellow teeth were wide and as sharp as awls. He regarded the white and grey rat before him with disinterest that was teetering on the verge of either mild annoyance or amusement. The rat, sensing her tenuous position, fidgeted for a moment before speaking.

     "I have a private correspondence for a rogue tiger by the name of Silence. Is that you?" Her voice was high-pitched and her spoken syllables ended abruptly in a staccato rhythm, but her eloquence and fluency in his language piqued the tiger's interest.

     He was, despite himself, impressed. "You speak Tiger very well, rat. I'm curious where you learned?"

     "We couriers are known to breach the species boundary from time to time. Now, if you will, sir, are you Silence?" the rat insisted.

     The golden tiger yawned, deliberately, exposing two rows of yellowed teeth. The rat shrunk back, almost imperceptibly except to the ever observant cat. "Yes, that's me. Speak quickly. I'm not a patient man."

     "And I am not a patient rat," she countered. "I bring an offer from my employer who wishes to procure your, ah, services."

     Silence's emerald eyes widened and flashed like polished jewels. "Oh?"

     "A game is being held twenty cycles from now in the Telom District, ninety-eight frames due outboard of Machinery Twelve Lower Level. There is a man who will be competing in this game. At any cost, he must not win."

     Silence listened intently as his intended mark was described. He chuckled. "My services are very expensive, rat. A quarterling tiger could handle this."

     The rat sniffed. "My employer warned me that you would say that. He also instructed me to tell you this: do not take this man lightly, under threat of your life. Now let me tell you what your target is truly capable of."

     As the rat described the target's talents, Silence took notice. What had at first seemed like a laughably simple and routine request for his services had suddenly taken on a more dark and questionable undertone. For the first time in his relatively long and experienced life, Silence felt the sting of uncertainty. As faint as it was, it was so foreign to his existence that its presence could not be ignored. A growl rumbled in his chest, rolling like boiling water. "This is more complicated. I'm going to need help, and it won't come cheaply."

     "My employer has anticipated this as well," the rat said. "Go to the compartment numbered '14-758-8-E.' It is an alleyway for the condensate system for the 090 plant, and it is almost never occupied. You will find a locked box beneath the main condenser. It can only be opened by spoken password, and that password is your name. It contains a generous down payment as a show of good faith. If you find the amount acceptable, leave your mark behind. The rest of your payment will be held in trust in another location, and you may collect it once the job has been completed." The rat paused and frowned. "This is all of the information that I have been given. If there is anything else that you require, be it information, assistance, or equipment, you must procure it on your own."

     Silence rumbled and committed the information to memory. "Very well. I will see your… down payment before I decide."

     The little white and grey rat nodded assent and, barely containing her excitement at the prospect of leaving the company of the great cat, scrambled up a nearby conduit and disappeared into a ventilation duct. Silence watched her leave, her wire-thin tan tail slipping through the duct grating. For a long time he continued to simply stare into the darkness, contemplating.

The Vesper Facility was born innocuously enough as the pet project of a brilliant mechanical engineer and physicist who was convinced of the applications for nuclear power generation in maritime vessels. A hybrid of aircraft recovery unit and battleship, The Vesper was designed to be the largest seaworthy vessel in the world, capable of patrolling the oceans for decades without ever tasting pierside waters. In the intervening years between its conception and completion, however, the shipyard bay where The Vesper was dry-docked fell into a state of disrepair. Dredging was halted and lighthouses were shut down. On her maiden voyage, The Vesper ran aground on a sandbar and, with her electrical and mechanical systems irreparably fouled with mud and detritus and blooming Pfiesteria, was towed back into dry-dock. Her captain resigned in disgrace, and her inconsolable designer killed himself. The Vesper was relegated to a shameful, derelict corner of her shipyard, tied permanently to her berthing pier.

     The Vesper lay in disrepair for many years. Her pipes rusted and her reactor plant systems slowly cooled until they neared the point of brittle fracture. It was this very neglect, though, that made her the perfect candidate as a test facility for the newly founded Council for Emergent Technologies. The Council appropriated the ship as part of a funded research venture into exploring nuclear technologies, and began to busily restore her into operative condition.

     Over the course of many long decades, The Vesper was overhauled, refitted, renovated, and added on to so frequently and zealously that she ceased to be a ship at all. Finally unable, physically, to even raise her keel above the silt line, she became the land-based, seaside Vesper Facility. Industrial corporations, eager for easy access to rare and expensive machinery and power-generating plants, began to bid for contracts to build annexes onto the existing structure. Private individuals and research organizations vied for permission to use its laboratories and equipment. When the Council of War and Defense became involved, though, the budget allotted for the Vesper Facility's operation and expansion became near limitless.

     Thus the Vesper Facility grew, almost organic, until it sprawled across an immeasurable swath of coastal area like a great black blot.

     Penumbra had only seen a minute fraction of the immense facility, and her home territory was even smaller still. Although the Vesper housed many different types of areas, from cramped seawater bilges to cathedral-like ammunition magazines to lush greenhouses, Penumbra preferred to roam the lower level mechanical spaces of Plant 056. The simian Barbarians under her care dutifully maintained the equipment that kept their spaces cool and ventilated, and they often brought Penumbra treats of meat or chicken eggs or algae. In return, Penumbra aggressively defended them against invaders, both other Barbarian divisions and other tigers that were more interested in a meal of simian flesh than in overseeing a labour force. Although she felt uncomfortable leaving her own little realm without her protection, she couldn't shake the suspicion that the alarming reversal of what she believed to be immutable laws of physics was an omen of something. She was certain that powerful forces were at work, but whether they were benevolent or malignant remained to be seen.

     The grey tigress moved slowly but confidently across the catwalks that spanned the entirety of her territory, her movements mechanical and practiced. Despite missing her left foreleg just above the elbow and her tail at the base, she ducked beneath low hanging pipes and valves with ease. Even the ladders that stretched up into the higher levels of the facility were no match for her will and the power of her spring. Penumbra's mother had told her long ago that she had been born without a leg and tail to challenge her evolving powers as a god, but Penumbra's earliest childhood recollections held faint, strange traces of the smell of blood, the cracking of bone, and the feelings of immense pain. These memories had all of the hazy, illusory qualities of a fading dream, though, and she could never quite grasp the details.

     Penumbra did not dwell long on the extra hardship that she faced. If anything, it had forced her to be more cunning and opportunistic than her tailed, four-legged brethren until she developed the power and dexterity to physically compensate for her missing limbs. Her rivals always underestimated her, to their imminent demise. More than one interloper in her territory had been patiently, determinedly shadowed until they lay down to sleep. They never woke up. In calm, quiet moments, Penumbra recalled these killings with a pang of guilt, but the world around her held no margins for error, no room for weakness. Where resources were scarce, competition was brutal. Besides, she had her Barbarians to protect.  

     Despite the constant, vicious territorial disputes that waged in the machinery spaces, Sunder peaceably allowed Penumbra's territory to overlap his own. Penumbra knew that this was because he held out hope that she would one day acquiesce to being his mate, even though she had told him in no uncertain terms that she had no intention of ever doing so. The thought of birthing and raising a family, although not particularly repulsive, was not interesting to her, either. When she imagined intimacy with Sunder or nursing potential offspring, it had the same emotional sterility to her as envisioning watching the needles of gauges twitch or dust motes spiral into the air. She felt a greater sense of duty toward and a desire to protect her Barbarian mechanics.

     Even though they were on friendly terms, Penumbra stopped just outside of the portion of the Auxiliary Machinery Rooms where Sunder held his territory, uncomfortable with the thought of crossing his border without permission. She raised her lips in the semblance of a snarl and breathed in, allowing the surrounding air to flow over the olfactory organ in the roof of her mouth. Sunder's smell was thick and musky between her teeth, and she could sense that he had patrolled this section of his territory recently to renew his scent markings. Penumbra had heard once that many generations ago, tigers had marked their territorial boundaries by spraying urine or feces along the borders, and the thought of this made her lift her lips again in revulsion. The more modern, civilized gods simply rubbed the scent glands on their faces along surfaces in their territories, thus preventing rust, contamination, and other unhygienic effects of flinging bodily waste across their small home ranges.

     Penumbra paced momentarily to work up the courage to advertise her presence on Sunder's borders before filling her lungs with a great expanse of air. She released it again, allowing the air to vibrate against her larynx. "AH-UHNNNN. AH-UHNNNN." Her roar echoed, bouncing across the metallic surfaces and rolling across the deckplates. The ultrasonic tones vibrated the pipes over her head, dislodging rust flakes that had built up over time. Dust from the shaking ductwork fell around her in a cloud, and unseen small creatures both above and below her dashed away in panic.

     Emboldened by her own vocal display, Penumbra crossed over into Sunder's territory. She allowed her footsteps to fall heavily on the metal deck grates beneath her paws, and it echoed like the steady pounding of fluid hammer against the steam pipes overhead. She did not want to catch Sunder by surprise and thus inadvertently provoke him to aggression. Although Sunder's realm housed a number of Barbarians that owed to allegiance to both him and Penumbra, the majority of the denizens were beautiful golden tamarins, and they swore fealty to Sunder alone. The tamarins did not descend from the pipes and vents overhead, but Penumbra could feel their presence keenly. Their suspicious gaze burned holes into her psyche as keenly as acid on skin. Although she could hear only faint whispering and scratching from above, she knew that they were spreading word of her arrival from one to another. It was no surprise then that Sunder appeared within what seemed like mere moments of her passage into his borders. Information travelled quickly in his territory.

      Sunder leaped languidly atop a pump casing at the other end of the machinery room, just in Penumbra's field of vision. He was not much taller than her, although his build was slightly heavier, and he had a flap of pudgy flesh that hung down in a fold over his abdomen. His stripes were a rich grease black set against the bright rust colour of his coat. Penumbra always felt a faint twinge of jealousy when she saw him; he was the quintessential tiger. His strong build and vibrant colouration were a stark contrast to her slim build, missing appendages, and drab grey pelt.

     Penumbra called to Sunder in friendly greeting, blowing air from her nasal cavity out in a rolling puff. It was the softest sound that she could manage, a gentle "chuff." Sunder responded in kind, his chuff emanating from deeper in his throat and rumbling like vibrating metal. He gleefully raised his tail in a handsome arc, and Penumbra bounded across the room to meet him. They nuzzled, and Penumbra ran her head along his shoulders to his flank.

     As they turned to face one another, Sunder spoke first. His words were ritual, the traditional greeting between two tigers known to one another. "The god in me honours the god in you."

     The tigress dipped her head low and replied, "And that honour will return to you."

     "This is a pleasant surprise, Umbra," Sunder said. His voice was dark and rich, dripping from his lips like oil.

     Penumbra rocked back on her haunches and frowned. "It's Penumbra."

     "Of course, Penumbra." He emphasized the first syllable, and the grey tigress flicked her ears in annoyance at his teasing. "I wasn't expecting to see you again until later in the quarter. Are you having problems with the second shift mechanics supervisor again? Or is there a lack of chickens this quarter? You are always welcome to hunt here." For a price, he left unspoken.

     Penumbra shook her head. "No, no, it's not that. It's just…" she faltered for a moment. "It's probably nothing, but there's been this weird thing that keeps happening."

     The tigress hesitated slightly. She felt awkward admitting that there was something troubling her that did not have a name or tangible form. For the first time, it occurred to her that she might be imagining everything, and the thought of that frightened her. But she was already standing before Sunder, another god in the same image as her, and it was too late to turn back now. She bowed her head and explained everything as best she could manage, from the unusual physical sensations to the mystery of the rising water droplets. Sunder's ears pricked forward in interest as she described the water that dripped up into the pipe. His upright tail lowered and began to slowly wave from side to side.

     "Interesting," Sunder said. He was quiet for a long while. Penumbra felt discomfited by his vague response and stretched her right forepaw out to groom it. "Have any of your Barbarian's noticed this? Have they mentioned that anything seemed awry?"

      "No," Penumbra replied. "The third shift supervisor seemed surprised that I was leaving the auxiliary machinery room, actually. And I haven't heard any odd gossip or anything like that… I think it's probably safe to assume that I'm the only one that is seeing this stuff." She shifted on her good foreleg and stared morosely at her foot. "I was pretty certain that I was the only one to notice this because I'm a god… but now I'm not so sure. Is there something wrong with me?"

     Sunder's expression was unreadable, and neither his body language nor his scent gave Penumbra any indication of what he was thinking. When he spoke again, his words were more subdued and measured. "I don't think it's just you. I have heard of this sort of thing before. It sounds like someone is altering the flow of time."

     Penumbra's eyes widened. "That can't even be possible!"

     Sunder grunted and twitched his ears, a godly version of a shrug. "I'm not entirely certain that it is. At least not normally. But I am certain that you are just as healthy and sane as I am. This isn't in your head, and if there is another explanation besides time manipulation, I don't know what it could be."

     "Should I be worried? Is it dangerous?"

     "I can honestly say that this is a bit outside my area of expertise," Sunder admitted. "The uakaris and tamarins over in Memoria are probably our closest contact for information. They have a sizable library and several experts in the realm of the gossamer arts. It's been years since I last visited, but maybe I can convince them to let us inside their hive. It's just on the border of my territory through the portside turbine room. Do you want to come with me?"

     Penumbra shook her head. "No. If you don't think that it's anything worth panicking over, I would prefer to head back to the machinery room. I left my Barbarians without much of an explanation, and I don't want to worry them. I would still be interested to hear what you find out, though. If you do go and manage to get some information from Memoria, would you mind sending one of your men to let me know?"

     "Of course. Although I do admit that I'm a little disappointed that you are leaving so soon."

     Tension, as subtle but perceptible as static electricity, hung between the two gods. Penumbra spoke finally. "Tell you what. I'm going to check on my Barbarians, and, if everything is running all right and there are no upcoming evolutions, I will try to catch up with you on your way to Memoria."

     "I'll hold you to that, Umbra," Sunder said, purring.
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Part 1 of an experimental writing project devoted to exploring the history, environment, and strange creatures of the Vesper Facility (the setting for Soldier and Pull Down Heaven).

I am not a great writer by any stretch of the imagination! This is just a writing exercise to help me contemplate the nature of the facility and its inhabitants, and I thought that I might share it for those that might be interested in it (and masochistic enough to blunder through my ramblings.)

Only the first part will be uploaded to my main gallery. Future parts will be uploaded to :iconthe-vesper-facility:.

As this is a work-in-progress, some portions of it may be retconned as the story progresses. Please feel free to comment with any grammar, HTML, or spelling errors that you might notice, or let me know if portions are confusing or oddly worded. Although writing improvement is not my main focus (I'm certainly no writer!), I appreciate any help offered.

Story Information

Synopsis: Penumbra, a tigress, seeks an explanation for unnatural occurrences in her domain

Genre: Science fiction/fantasy, "talking animals"

Word Count: 3,266 words

Content Warning: None for part 1; later parts may include violence and adult language

Themes: Immortality, acceptance of failure, and awakening

Character Notes: As written, the characters are intended to simply be sapient animals in their natural forms, rather than were- or furry-type hybrids

Miscellaneous Notes: Project is currently untitled. Completed word count for all parts unknown. No estimated completion date.

Preview image is a photo manipulation made with my own photos.

Written work and preview image are © *MoonsongWolf
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Exteel: Azure Chronicles
  Book 1: Awakening

Chapter 2: Survival

   The morning sun hit the wrecked remains of a Scootwing, the looks of destruction seemingly fresh, and around it a few destroyed Mechanaught's some torn to shreds by rapid fire, others blown to tiny bits by siege cannons. A few minutes after the sun's rising the Scootwings chest opened up and a person stood up, He had short yet long black hair and on his head were goggles, he wore near all black only his boots,pants,shirt and vest were black while he wore a dark blue scarf and appeared to be no older then 17. He looked into the sky covering his eyes from the sun, this was the Mechanaught mercenary Azure " damn if i knew this would have happened i would have come in my desert gear. " he said to no one " well better scavange the other Mechanaughts and if i'm lucky i can get some replacment parts ".

  He jumped down to look at his Mechanaught and inspected what parts he needed replacing, he then turned and ran to one of the Mechanaughts he tore to scrap metal with his Energy spitters. ' glad i only went for the pilot seat instead of the legs, i can survive with one arm but i need to legs to get back to the outpost, but getting the right parts is gonna be tricky since these are only Rushniks. ', he spent 20 minutes inspecting and looking for the right parts but to no success. He let out a sigh then grabbed his stomach lightly realizing he didn't have breakfast yet, he ran back to his Mechanaught and opened a panel in the foot that wasn't shot and pulled out a couple of food bars and a jug of water. he ate the two bars in a hurry and took a drink from the jugg " well better inspect any parts from the other wrecked Mechanaughts, since this areas famous for the constant break out in battles ".

  When his meal was done he pulled out an Assualt rifle and strapped the jug of water to his waist and closed the panel and started walking out into the desert, he walked for a good 45 minutes taking little sips of his water trying to make it last. He was about to give up hope when he spotted an old and destroyed Zeeker, with hope in his eyes he ran to the Zeeker and inspected its legs " please have it please oh please have it! " after searching the legs he found the part and held it up triumpantly " yes! with this i can repair my legs, nothing can possible go wrong " a bullet whized by over him taking the part with it. He stared blankly at his empty hand and turned around to come face to face with a desert bandit, ' why do things always go wrong in the worst moments ' he thought with anime like tears going down his cheeks, " hands up! ".

  He raised his hands into the air " alright now dont move and i'll spare you a painful death " unfortunatly for the bandit he was to close, the gun he was holding was kicked out of his hand and then got slammed in the face with Azure's fist, he looked up at Azure holding his now broken nose and stared right into the barrel of his rifle " you BETTER hope i find another one of those to replace the one you broke! ", Azure then looked at the other leg to find an exact part like the one he lost " heh consider your self lucky " the bandit got up and was about to leave " hey! who said you could leave " the bandit turned around " but but you said i could ", Azure looked at the bandit in anger " WHO said YOU could leave not me!, unless you want to leave here alive give me all your stuff! ".

  Thirty minutes later a pile of junk, a couple of pistols, and two jugs of water were on the sandy desert floor " alright not bad you can go ", the bandit was about to run when " oops to late! " Azure shot the bandit once in the foot and he shouted " AHHH YOU MOTHE!- " befor he could finish his sentence his other foot was shot " well thanks for the stuff cya~! ", and with that Azure left with the part and all the bandits belongings, an evil smirk, and the yells of a bandit in pain. He hurried back to his Mechanaught and started fixing it, turns out the bandit helped him out in the pile of junk was a part he could use to fix his arm atleast till he got back to the outpost, " ahh done now for a test run " he jumped into the pilots seat and started it up.

  He walked around for a bit till a bullet flew right by him, he turned to see two golem like Mechanaughts the comlink opened up " hey punk remember me! the guy whos feet you put holes in! " then the other one spoke " yeah well now hes got his bro with him so get ready to beg for mercy! " Azure chuckled a bit and said " hehe you gotta be kidding me you guys and those pieces of scrap will not be worth the time, but you'll be perfect for a test run so~ ". With that Azure drew his Partical saber and charged at the one on the left, he hacked the head and left arm off, while the right one opened fire each shot missing, after saber cut off the left Mechanaughts right leg he cut off the rights left leg and both arms.

   Both the brothers exited there destroyed machines and looked up at Azures Scootwing " alright you know the drill drop all your stuff ", once again a pile of junk and this time only one rifle was on the sandy desert floor, " ok now dont move or you will die " the Scootwings chest opened up and two bullets flew out and shot the other brother in both feet " AHHH WHAT THE HELL!!! ". Azure jumped down and then broke both of they're left arms " you should have left when you had the chance but nooooo you had to come attack me now suffer! ", after a few screams and a few minutes later we see Azures Mechanaught boosting towards the outpost leaving both brothers tied to hot metal posts and pretty badly beaten up, both they're feet shot and bleeding, and both they're left arms broken but Azure did leave them some medical supplies now all they had to do was untie them selves and get them.
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