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Sunny/Rainy Seattle by FacelessBuster Sunny/Rainy Seattle :iconfacelessbuster:FacelessBuster 0 0
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Heartbreak
It fucking sucks!
Being thrown out of a thirty story window and crashing onto the ground, the millions of pieces. Like peeling your own skin off
The dead husk of something someone once looked at
And saw perfection in
Everything about you is being sucked into the abyss,
Ripped apart piece by piece by a seemingly
Uncaring
Unkind
Unforgiving and
Unloving force bent on wrecking the home you’ve built
With the one
You Loved
Your pulsating heart crying to be with the missing part of you
The person you spurned, the love you left behind
The joy you sacrificed
The life you just let wither and die alone
You’re an idiot
A heartless idiot
You tore yourself away from the best worst thing in your life and now
Brief moments after seperating, you crave them again!
Like a drug!
Praying that when you touch them again,
When you hear them speak,
When you take in their aroma,
You’ll forget all about your stupid decision.
The black spot of your relationship,
The dead heartbeat you let lie.
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Kokoro and The Ghost Man
The graveyard was abnormally large, countless gravestones filled the field for miles almost like a see of stone. The cracked names of people long dead and some freshly buried. Flowers adorned the bigger ones, dust covered the smaller ones. The trees that loomed overhead seemed to hold perfectly still, lifeless as the bodies buried beneath their roots. The leaves ceasing to move even slightly ajar in the brief winds that brushed through. The cloudy overcast certainly didn’t help with the atmosphere. This place stood out from the rest of the city because of how stripped of color it was. Almost like this part of the city was beginning to fade into dust. Like it had been here for centuries and was clinging to life. But only the dead come to stay here. And then at the very center of the field was an indescribably ugly creature. He had long, stringy hair that reached down to his lower back and wore an old tan robe, the once vibrant colors of red and orange faded away into pale represen
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The Story of Moras
An endless sea of grey as far as the eye could see. Faint white leaves fell limply to the forest floor, their small and slow descent to the made the forest feel melancholic. Like the life had been sapped from them long ago leaving behind dull, lifeless dust. Moras reached out to touch one of the leaves and it fell apart in an instant. It was warm and dry, almost smokey with black spots and as it fell apart, it sighed, its last breath stolen by a simple touch. This wasn’t snow, this was ash. The burnt remains of the dead left tailored to the trees and grass. The faint wind blowing through gave whispers of screams and the shaking of the branches made the ashes gathered at the top slowly fall to the ground. Every step Moras took threw dust into the air, rising higher and higher until it was trapped by the overhanging branches and piled up on the leaves once more, the cycle repeating. Moras wiped the dust off his hand and continued deeper into the forest, the ash leaves falling more
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Alone With My Thoughts
Miscellaneous Story: This is purely a work of fiction and in no way does this writing accurately reflect anything the writer has done, thought about doing, is going to do, or what they think about. This is simply writing something that I do not write often.
Hi… Uh my name is Kevin. I am a recovering alcoholic. I never drank when my wife was alive but when she passed giving birth of our daughter Melissa, I fell into that hole hard. Just found all the wonderful and beautiful things I could ever need in the bottle and it… it led to something horrible. I still haven’t completely climbed out. It has become harder and harder to resist the temptation of the disgusting substance as the weeks roll by. Falling behind on rent has made it hard to sleep and losing sleep means going to work is even harder. My life is slowly falling apart at the seams and I hate every second of it! I don’t know why I’m writing this but I’m told writing things down is good wa
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Skeletons On Parade
The Sun fell low behind the three hills of the nearby city. The stars had begun to twinkle ever brighter, and the moon traveled higher and higher to replace the Suns vacancy. The bright yellow horizon had faded into a dim orange and finally a dark blue as it fell below the skyline and gave its brilliance to someone else. The city was bigger than you might be thinking and was completely isolated from the surrounding places and people. It was lovely to see at any time of the day, but the true fun sprang up at night. And tonight, was no different. There is a reason as to why the city is isolated, A very important reason as you will soon see. The people looked incredibly tired and sapped of energy, almost as if they would collapse onto the ground at any moment. Everyone tonight had dressed in all black clothing, attire respectful for the cemetery. Many of the attendees brought flowers and placed them on the graves of their loved ones, giving silent prayers of love and care to ones they wou
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Chronicles of Alvarys: Kaius Silverblade Chapter 2 :iconfacelessbuster:FacelessBuster 7 0
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Digital Love
It was a simple night like it always was. The sky was clear, not a cloud anywhere to be found and the moon bigger than it had ever been. There was an air of mysticism that you could almost feel but it was just illusive enough to evade feeling. This suit was very stuffy. I felt every part of me sweat profusely but then again that may have just been because of nervousness. I was scared out of my mind. Was my breath good? Did I smell good? Was there something in my teeth? Should I take my glasses off? Should I leave them on? Is the flower too much? Should I have gotten a corsage instead? Do I look weird? Is the suit too big for me? This feels too big for me. Ah the sweating is getting worse! My friend patted me on the shoulder and gave me a grin. It calmed me more than I thought it would. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and walked with me inside, laughing vibrantly. He was clearly excited. The school dance was something he wouldn’t shut up about all week. We walk inside and th
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Something To Hide
Class hadn’t started yet. The teacher simply sat in his chair and glared at his computer screen with eyes of hunger before he turned to me. I think. I felt like everyone was staring at me. They just kept their eyes glued to my mask and gave a hollow grin, their eyes scrunching up ever so slightly when one does as they smile. It stabbed my very core like nothing before. My friend Skull looked at me and nudged me, bellowing a chuckle that sounded like a bear scarfing down food. I chuckled with him, like a lion cub trying to roar. The class began, and the teacher fixed his mask before beginning the lesson. I could hear my friend whispering with his other friends, Wolf, Snake and Raccoon. “Where is she?” “Do you think she’ll show?” “You said she would be here.” was most of what I heard before Skull assured them that she was on her way. He then leaned over to me and whispered, “You did it right?” Just then the door burst open and t
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Petting
Charlie and Dawn were sitting at a small table in a fast food store and munching away at their food, talking about basic nonsense. Dawn was a human girl, soft brown eyes, chocolate colored skin and curly black hair while Charlie was a brown colored wolf with very fluffy fur with it being winter and all.
"Alright new question. Super geeky by the way:Who would win in a fight? Superman or the Hulk?" Dawn asked munching on a French fry. Charlie didn't even look up from his food.
"Superman. Hands down." Dawn's jaw dropped.
"No freaking way! The Hulk is like a thousand pounds of raw strength, dude!"
"Yeah but Superman's Superman."
"That doesn't mean he beats everyone who can ever exist!" Charlie chuckled and looked at her with a smile.
"What makes you think he can lose?"
"Alright well... Lets stretch some nerd muscles here. The Hulk once held up an entire mountain."
"Superman pulled the Earth."
"The Hulk had a healing factor that beats Wolverines."
"So does Superman."
"If he's around the Sun
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Chronicles of Alvarys: Kaius Silverblade Chapter I
Blackwood. A cold place. A poor place. It's nothing special by any stretch of the imagination. In fact it's nothing period. Blackwood is a very old and decrepit place. The wood is rotting, the walls crumbling, the trees and plants wilting, and the people suffering. It's a hellhole. This story is a long one. A very long one. And it details the rise of the great man we give thanks to to this very day for forming the great and powerful empire of Meria. You may be wondering what Meria is but don't you worry. All will be explained in due time. I simply ask you to be patient...
The King of Blackwood stood over the map of the country and frowned as so much of it was colored red. Red was a color that detailed the areas that truly had no laws. No rules. No royal influence. Anything went in these rogue infested lands. And sadly his city was apart of the red. There was nothing he could do anymore. It was just a matter of survival at this point. He was so deep in thought, so ingrained in his thoug
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August did not care for what other cared about the full moon. She had her own reason to note its occurrence tonight. It was not for any reason of reverence on her part. Just that a full moon in the night sky had a powerful effect on her.
This wasn’t something that was always the case. A few years back, she hardly paid much concerns about it. But things changed, she changed in the most literal sense.
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Sunny/Rainy Seattle
One of several pics I took of Seattle not long ago when it had that mix of sunny rain weather and it was so freaking pretty. I’m no photographer but I know pretty when I see it!
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It fucking sucks!
Being thrown out of a thirty story window and crashing onto the ground, the millions of pieces. Like peeling your own skin off
The dead husk of something someone once looked at
And saw perfection in
Everything about you is being sucked into the abyss,
Ripped apart piece by piece by a seemingly
Uncaring
Unkind
Unforgiving and
Unloving force bent on wrecking the home you’ve built
With the one
You Loved

Your pulsating heart crying to be with the missing part of you
The person you spurned, the love you left behind
The joy you sacrificed
The life you just let wither and die alone
You’re an idiot
A heartless idiot

You tore yourself away from the best worst thing in your life and now
Brief moments after seperating, you crave them again!
Like a drug!
Praying that when you touch them again,
When you hear them speak,
When you take in their aroma,
You’ll forget all about your stupid decision.
The black spot of your relationship,
The dead heartbeat you let lie.
You’ll be consumed by the horrible feelings
And nauseous frustration
The headaches and turmoils!
The twisted tongues and spiteful glares
The masks and charades! The hidden hatred
The… The… The… Just…
Remember all the positives. The smiles
The laughs
The joy…      

But why don’t I feel that anymore?
Heartbreak
The title and the writing is self explanatory I believe. Felt this before. Don't want to feel again. Though I fear I might.
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The graveyard was abnormally large, countless gravestones filled the field for miles almost like a see of stone. The cracked names of people long dead and some freshly buried. Flowers adorned the bigger ones, dust covered the smaller ones. The trees that loomed overhead seemed to hold perfectly still, lifeless as the bodies buried beneath their roots. The leaves ceasing to move even slightly ajar in the brief winds that brushed through. The cloudy overcast certainly didn’t help with the atmosphere. This place stood out from the rest of the city because of how stripped of color it was. Almost like this part of the city was beginning to fade into dust. Like it had been here for centuries and was clinging to life. But only the dead come to stay here. And then at the very center of the field was an indescribably ugly creature. He had long, stringy hair that reached down to his lower back and wore an old tan robe, the once vibrant colors of red and orange faded away into pale representations of what they once were. His skin was old and decrepit, grey and peeling off, seemingly breaking apart and revealing a new layer of dried up and dead skin, like a snake trying to shed two skins at once. He had long nails and claws, both colored brown from the constant digging before he would break open a casket and pry out the decaying corpse inside, maggots still dripping from the freshly decapitated head. With haste he bit down on the face of the head and sucked the life from it, hungrily devouring the head in seconds and digging in the casket for more. He groaned in pain with each swallow but the look in his eyes showed an unquenchable hunger. He could be heard mumbling something under his breath between brief pauses for air but his growling stomach conquered his speech. Koko was disgusted. This was the Jikininki, an old shadow of a man running through the city and eating the corpses of good people, disturbing their rest all to appease it’s sadistic and festering hunger. This hunger though always made them easy to kill!

“Demon!” He turned to face her, finishing the last bits of flesh he still had in hand and growled like wolf before he saw who called his name. The woman was of asian descent, long straight black hair tied into a ponytail and fairly light skin. She had big brown eyes that seemed to slowly be turning purple the longer she looked at the corpse eater. She had a leather jacket wrapped around her waist and a plaid purple button up shirt on, purposely left unbuttoned and free flowing in the brief wind that flew past. She wore all black leggings with a black short skirt and behind her back was a massive scythe, black and purple in color and the blade part of it etched in with the mural of an angel and demon kneeling before the sun. She gripped the hilt of her weapon so tight she almost broke it in two. The hilt was engraved with her name in japanese kanji. “Kokoro”.

“You… You can see me? Who are you? Are you one of… them?” Kokoro’s scythe glowed and he dropped the pieces of the corpse except for the head, Holding it close to his chest as he kept going over Kokoro. The look on her face was absolute disgust and blinding fury, both directed right at him.

“Get hell away from me… Go away!” He screamed. She ignored him and a faint growl came from her scythe.

“I said get away!!” Jihiniki screamed out a spell and pushed Koko away. Her back slammed into one of the trees and the ghost tried to flee from the cemetery but Koko shouted a spell and dug her hand into the ground, the tree roots near the ghost man growing from underneath and tripping him, falling face first into the ground. He grabbed a handful of dirt and whispered something before tossing the dirt at Koko, sparks of lightning jumping back and forth in the big dust cloud, the brown soon turning grey, like a real storm cloud was carried out over the cemetery. The raw feeling of uncontrolled electricity was more than a little painful but Koko had jumped up to a branch above her, evading a lot of the raw power. The only thing she felt was the static tingle that made her hair stand up. She didn’t even flinch and kept her eyes glued to the Jikininki.



He looked up and saw Koko glaring down at him like a hawk, her hair floating around her like the snakes on Medusa’s head, the purple glow in her eyes visible through the grey clouds. Almost as instantly as it appeared, the storm disappeared and the Jikininki grabbed the last of the storm cloud and shot the remaining lightning at her, the bolt passing right through Koko in an instant. The shock on Koko’s face was real but there was no blood. Just a big hole in her stomach and soon her body simply disappeared, like a glitch in a video game, her body gone without a trace… Only for her to appear right behind the ghost man and shoved her spear right through his chest. Standard illusion spell. He screamed an unholy shriek that Koko felt herself going deaf. The trees around them leaned away as if they were trying to escape this maddening cry. Koko kicked him off her spear, his face crashing into a tombstone, a black liquid pouring from his fresh wound. He coughed violently, the black blood coating the grass and stone and looked back at Koko in utter horror, falling to the ground and leaning on the tombstone and desperately clutching his stomach wound.

“Why?! Lucifer said… You were friends...” He clung desperately to his last bits of life. Or whatever deformed bit of life he experienced. She refused to speak and instead stabbed her spear right into his face, the blade piercing through clean through his undead skin and crashing through the stone behind him. His body gave a whole exhale before falling apart into a black mist, evaporating into the fog covered air. He smelled like a burning corpse, all the rotten and decaying flesh he’s devoured finally being released. Koko covered her mouth in revulsion, spitting on the black spot the ghost man laid on before leaving the cemetery. She wiped her weapon off before getting a message. It was from Jack.

“Hey Koko! We're starving over here and Joseph ain't cooking till you get here! What's takin ya so long? She smiled and texted him back, turning her weapon into an umbrella as the cloudy overcast started bringing bits of rain.

"My bad. Just got a little occupied with something. On my way.”
Kokoro and The Ghost Man
Just a short story I wanted to type out. It was originally even shorter but I thought that would be weird so I made it just a tad longer. Kokoro is from another story of mine, Hex Children, and I wanted to do a little more with her. I'll eventually get more into how the magic works and why Angels and Demons are around on Earth but until then here's Kokoro killing a Jikininki on her way to her friends house.
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The two-hour drive to the casino was wrought with traffic but with the sirens on Alara’s bike running, there was no real trouble running through it. There was mission going on tonight and she needed to be there quick. Then again, she didn’t mind the view of the city. Ah Seattle. This place has really changed since she was a kid. It had been expanding since 2045 and was a massive metropolis that everyone wanted to get into these days. A lot of the west coast was like that actually. Alara always had an affinity for this city. Something about the mixture of the high-tech machinery and robotics and trying to keep the various nature parks and whatnot they had was cute as could be. She drove by a sign that showed the time.

Seattle, Wa. Omar’s casino next right. Come test your luck! Today’s date is Friday the 16th, year 2072. Please enjoy your stay here!

There was a small little emote of a smiling face and Alara laughed. Finally showing up at the casino, the parking lot was packed with a massive number of cars and an equal amount of people leaving and coming in. Alara pulled up to the ticket vendor and flashed her badge to him and he let her in but gave her a small paper ringlet to keep tabs on her in the building. The valet came up and she handed him her bike and rustled his hair.

“If you can, park her somewhere close please. Can’t be away from my baby for too long.” He simply smiled at her and did as was asked. The casino was exactly what you expect, slot machines, pinball machines, bright lights and whatnot, blackjack tables, roulette and various new cars scattered across the floor as potential prizes for those lucky enough to not get kicked out for winning too much. Alara was tempted to dive into these games, just for a little while. These stakeouts always take so long...

“Alara,” she overhead on her earpiece.

“I wasn’t gonna do anything. Was just taking a glance.”

“Yeah well the last time you took a glance at a roulette table you lost 5 grand. Focus on the task at hand.” She rolled her eyes and continued through the casino. Her and her colleagues had been hunting this man down for months. Jonathan K. Polk, a rather notorious little hacker who has been stealing from various companies and businessmen in the city, thousands of people’s information leaked out to the public and just a common reveler in fucking people over. But tonight, he was going to be brought down.

“You really think this guy is gonna show up?”

“No doubt. Omar said he managed to get him to show his face. Even if we don’t catch him, we can finally put a face to him. It’ll make things easier down the line.” The people on the other end of the line were Gabriel, Cassandra and Harmony, all of them in the casino with her and watching the exits and the main floor. One of the waitresses came up to her, dressed in a delightful red and gold dress that was immaculately designed with blooming flowers. Her hair was tied up into a bun and she carried a tray full of pink and white cupcakes shaped like flowers. Alara took one and then slyly grabbed a drink from the hand of a man standing near a slot machine and walked by the dance floor.

“Last minute check: Is everyone in position?”

“Unit: Gabriel presente.”

“Unit: Harmony check.”

“Unit: Cassandra ready and waiting.”

“Unit: Alara present and accounted for.” Alara took a sip of the drink and sighed.

“Idunn? Anything on the cams?” Idunn was unlike the others in that she wasn’t human. She was an A.I. program that kept tabs on everything around, made sure that everyone was well informed on any changes. She was specifically tied to Alara and helped her with a lot of the crazy things she did, like catching criminals.

“Seven armed men have approached the front door. I believe these are the people we are looking for.” Gabriel saw them walking forward. They looked like they fit in with the party crowd at the casino, dressed in suits black suits with the one in front being in grey. His hair was a bright blond color and he wore square framed shades and had his long hair tied into a man bun.

“I’m pretty sure this is the guy. Keep an eye on him everyone. Blond hair in a bun and a grey suit, he’s making his way towards the elevator.” Gabriel followed behind the group and stopped just before they entered the elevator. Two of the men remained on the lower floor while the rest followed the boss to the top floor where he met the owner of the casino, Omar Aziri.

“About time you showed up,” he said leaning back. He was a black man who wore an unbuttoned grey suit and a red tie and had two women at his side, one an African woman in a pearl white dress and a Russian woman in an all black one. “You’re late.”

“Can never be too careful in my line of work. Don’t have too many friends in this city. Or anywhere really.” he sat down across from Omar and had his men stand watch.

“Maybe that’s a sign to give up doing what you’re doing?” Omar asked as he took a puff from his cigar.

“Nah man. Got too much left to do. Too many fuckin liars who need their balls kicked in, ya know? Fat cats, governors, CEO’s and them business freaks. Oh. No offense. Plus, it’s just too damn fun!” He had a crooked smile on his face and grabbed at one of the glasses resting on the table. The woman in white poured some wine in the glass for him and he took a small sip before gagging. “Shit, you guys drink this fancy shmancy stuff?”

“It’s an acquired taste.”

“Whatever you say man.” Omar sneered and Johnny laughed.

“What’s with the stone face? You should be as happy as I am. I did what we agreed on! All the illegal shit that OMNItech is doing I exposed. People hate them now. You’re welcome! Now you do your job and get the cops off my ass!” Omar blew a puff of smoke in his face and motioned to the woman in white and she tapped something on her tablet, sending a message to Jonathan's watch and he smiled.

“Ya got 3 months. Don’t waste it.”

“Pleasure doin’ business with you. Maybe we can do more like this in the future.”

“Unlikely…” He said under his breath as the elevator behind them dinged open. Police came pouring out of the elevator, their guns pointed at the well-dressed men and Jonathan looked back at Omar, not angry as you would expect, but almost laughing.

“I fuckin’ knew you would rat me out asshole.” He stood up and looked ready to leap over the table and kick Omar’s ass but the women at his side pulled their own guns on him and forced him to keep his distance. “Good thing I had a plan B.” On the bottom floor Alara continued her survey of the environment before seeing various people around holding guns on them. They weren’t police and didn’t look like security…

“Idunn, sweep the floor. How many people here have guns, excluding security and law enforcement.” Alara glanced at her watch as Idunn put up a recording of everyone in the whole building that was armed, all of them marked in red. Nearly half the casino was colored red.

“Their numbers are equal to the combination of the police and security.”

“Guys,” Alara spoke into her earpiece. “Jonathan’s got more people around the casino. Be ready for-” Just then the upper floors erupted into a cacophony of gun fire between the police and Jonathan’s men. The people in the casino freaked out and started bailing towards the exit. Alara took advantage of the chaos and sought after any of the men with guns who weren’t security and tazed them, managing to bring down four of them before the remaining hoodlums found her out. They opened fire on her, and she took cover behind a pillar. It was like a warzone, cops on all levels firing at the thugs in the casino. Harmony and Cassandra did their best to simply injure them, not liking the idea of killing anybody. Gunshots echoed throughout the room and the smell of gunsmoke was inescapable. People were still fleeing from the casino, some hiding under the tables or behind pillars and trying their best not to be the next target of the shooters. Plenty of security were still fighting off as many as they could and with the police by their side, they were managing to finish off the thugs. Just then a bullet just barely whizzed by Alara’s ears and hit the pillar behind her. She took a deep breath and slowly stuck her head out and saw three people firing at her, A woman and a man with red hair and then another woman with green hair. Just as she stuck her head out, they fired at her once more and Alara sought cover elsewhere, running to a poker table and knocking it over for cover. She withstood a barrage of bullets before grabbing something out of her pocket and throwing it. The device beeped before exploding in a flash of light and blinding the three assailants. When they all screamed, Alara popped her head out and rather than kill the three, she simply shot the guns out of their hands. Before they could even open their eyes, Alara had raced up and handcuffed each of the gang members to each other, before bringing them all down to their knees. Fairly easy work. Now free from assault, she ushered people out of the casino she saw one person looking over one of the dead security officers’ bodies. Alara walked over to them and called their attention.

“Hey! Sir! You need to leave right now! This place is very dangerous.” Alara didn’t even wait for him to acknowledge her and grabbed the man’s shoulder but he shrugged her off and continued to pat down the dead man. He found the man’s phone and began to hack through it before Alara grabbed him again and pulled him away.

“Hey buddy! That’s stealing.” In an instant the man smacked her hand away from him and turned around only to sweep at her leg and bring her falling down. The man simply took the phone and walked over Alara as if she wasn’t even there. She stood back up and dusted herself off before pulling her gun on him.

“Listen pal. I don’t know what you find so damn important but it’s not worth your life and certainly isn’t worth stealing a dead guy’s phone. This is your last chance.” Even though the gun was loaded, Alara’s finger was off the trigger and she already had her other hand on another set of handcuffs. She steadied her breath and moved in closer to the bring the man in but he instead smacked the gun out her hand and attempted to push her away. Alara expected this though and instead grabbed the man’s arm and kicked his knee, forcing him to turn around and putting his hands behind his back. The man headbutt Alara in the nose and stepped on her foot before shoving her back once more. Alara’s back collided with the wall and she groaned as she pushed herself off the wall and grabbed the man’s arm. He attempted to resist again but was shocked to found out his hands had been handcuffed behind him. Alara gave a laugh and grabbed the man’s arm, dragging him towards the exit. The man instantly went limp and fell to the floor, almost as lifeless as a dead man and showed no hesitation with hitting the ground face first. Alara grit her teeth and nearly kicked the man to get him up but instead grabbed at his arm to pull him up. He got up and tripped Alara again, bring her down on her back and grabbed at her pockets. She attempted to hold him down, but he was far too slippery and rolled just out of her reach before pushing himself back to his feet. He rolled one of the billiard balls on to the roof of his foot and when Alara picked herself up he kicked it at her as hard as he possibly could. Alara was quick enough to grab the ball but the man had grabbed her arm and handcuffed her to a nearby rail. Alara’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. How they hell did he escape the cuffs? This suspicion was satisfied when the man held up the key to his handcuffs, clearly pocketed from the officer’s pouch.

“Sneaky. Very sneaky.” She clenched her fist and effortlessly pulled her hand free, snapping the handcuffs in half. The man was perplexed to say the least but Alara didn’t care and moved in. She threw punch after punch at this man and he was just barely evading every attack, every haymaker getting closer and closer to connecting. He couldn’t dodge forever though and managed to get tagged in the shoulder before Alara grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. She vaulted him over her head and into a nearby fish tank, cracking the glass and water pouring out onto his head. Alara cracked her knuckles and frowned as she saw the man’s face begin to shift and change. It was odd and rather disgusting, almost like his face was glitching out. For brief seconds his eyes were changing size and shape, the left one bulging out and the right one shrinking, both of them changing color from brown to blue to yellow and then finally they were whited out. His hair went from a simple blonde to now black then red then he went bald as his face lost all features. No eyes, no mouth, no hair or anything. As the details of his face disappeared, it was revealed to be some kind of full-face mask and when he stood up, he activated his helmet which covered his already masked face and removed his jacket and pants revealing a skin tight suit underneath it all. The suit was a deep raven black with few light circuitry accents around his torso, legs, hands and feet. His helmet turned on and looked like a tv screen displaying a blank blue screen.

“Face changing mask and an LCD helmet. Pretty high tech for an anarchist group… Who are you?” The man didn’t speak but his helmet displayed the Guy Fawkes mask for a moment. “Anonymous huh? You an assassin?” The helmet displayed a login page that said, “Incorrect Username or Password”. Alara growled and rushed the man, tossing punch after punch and each one just barely missing the man by a hair as he wormed his way around every incoming attack. Alara had all kinds of training with boxing but this guy seemed to be avoiding all of it though not without extreme effort. Every punch was getting closer and closer to hitting its mark, but the masked man was just too illusive. Alara grabbed one of billiard balls and tossed it at the masked man who caught it and then she dive kicked him over the knocked over pool table. The masked man quickly rose up and tossed the ball back at her. Alara caught it and squeezed the ball so hard that it puffed into dust. The Masked Man raced in and quickly jabbed Alara in the side. She recoiled and tossed a punch which he dodged under and quickly double slapped her before giving her two quick punches to the stomach. Alara then took a defense position and waited for an opening as the man seemed adamant to strike where he felt her guard was weakest, hitting her leg, her side, stepping on her foot and even striking the groin, anything to make her drop her guard. When she finally did, it was to block a punch she knew was going for her ribs again and grabbed the man by the wrist like a child. The amount of strength in the grab was inhuman as the man could be heard holding back a scream in pain as Alara tightened her grip. In an effort to quickly escape, he grabbed Alara’s jacket and then jumped up, placing one foot on her chest and another on her face before vaulting off all in one swift motion. Alara’s jacket ripped right off of her as the Masked Man quickly landed on his feet and wrapped the jacket around his hand tightly as he saw Alara coming in hot.

She reeled back big time for a powerful punch and the Masked Man foolishly met her punch with his own. The moment their hands met, he regretted it as her punch nearly broke every bone in his hand and he recoiled in shock before Alara kicked him back against the pool table. Not content with that she jumped forward and punched as hard as she could. The man jumped out of the way and took a bit of a moment to gather himself as her punch was aimed right where his face was, and her punch tore a hole through the pool table. When she pulled her arm free, the Masked Man got a good look at her arms. The breaking of the billiard ball, her intensely physical fighting style, and the fact she just broke a hole in the pool table all came to make sense. Her arms were prosthetic. She dusted her arm off and flexed her arms, the plating that comprised it shifting in a flourish, clearly Alara just showing off.

“That jacket was very expensive. And once I bring you in, all that tech you have will be more than enough to get a new one.” She swung at the Masked Man and he just barely dodged the attack, one of her flashbangs and rolling away and to a safe distance and wrapped his hand up in Alara’s ripped jacket. The two were about to go at it once more until Cassandra and Harmony came and ended the fun.

“Hands up! Don’t move!” Cassie ordered. Her and Harmony stood on opposite sides of the man, their guns aimed directly at him.

“You were having just a bit too much fun.” She told Alara. She laughed slightly.

“You’re welcome to join in. No guns allowed though.” Alara kept her gaze on the man and saw his helmet display a smiley face before tossing out the flashbang. The light blinded them all for a moment but when their eyesight returned, and the masked man had disappeared. Alara sighed and nudged Cassie.

“Oh, great job Cass. Ya scared him away.”

“Yeah fuck you too. Who was he?”

“I don’t know. Never saw his face. Well his actual face. He had a face changing mask and that helmet. Got nothing to go on.”

“Had to have been a hired gun. None of the other guys had that stuff.”

“We would have! Given time!” The voice behind them was Jonathan, handcuffed and being dragged away by Gabriel who was followed by several other officers with the handcuffed bodyguards.

“Any casualties?” Gabriel asked, ignoring the criminal.

“Seven security dead, six officer’s dead, 3 officers wounded, 2 civilians injured, half of Jonathan’s men dead, the other half soon to be incarcerated. Could have been better but ultimately successful,” Idunn said calmly.

“Well we got who we came for. Cass, take this guy to the station, we’ll question him later.” Gabriel shoved the raggedy man to Cassandra who looked disgusted by him. He smelled like he hadn’t showered in a month, maybe two, and his suit had more than a few bullet holes in it though interestingly he wasn’t bleeding even though the suit was splotched with some blood. His white hair was no longer as neat as it was when he first appeared and was now all over his face, some of his face and hair splattered with blood as well.

“What gives you the right to do this?! Handcuff me like some criminal!”

“You are a criminal.” Harmony said quietly. Not quiet enough however since he got in her face to defend himself.

“How am I a criminal?! Cause I tell people to think for themselves? Cause I tell folks that these companies are doing everything they can to get even more power? Cause I tell them that they are sheep and are being led by stupid shepherds and people like you? People like Omar that greedy little fucker? The shit he’s done… Ha ha ha! He didn’t tell you guys that he contacted me, did he? He hit me up for all the shit I’ve done. Paid me good too, clearing out his competition so he could buy them up. Pretty smart actual-” Alara hit him in the back of the head, his body falling limp afterwards.

“Get him out of here before I get a headache,” she said while Cass and Harmony took him away. Gabriel crossed his arms and leaned in closer to Alara.

“Think he was telling the truth about that stuff? The stuff about Omar I mean.” She sighed and pulled out a cigarette, taking a big inhale of it and sighing, exhausted.

“Probably.” She didn’t feel like saying much beyond that. The elevator behind them dinged open and Omar stepped out with his two assistants, dusting himself off and clapping for Alara and Gabriel.

“You two aren’t too bad at your jobs. Not the best, given the casualties but certainly passable. I expect a little better from you though Alara.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware you guys knew each other.” Gabriel said frowning. He didn’t know much about her past, not a lot of people did, but she didn’t really seem like the type to know one of the richest men in the country.

“Her and I used to work together as bounty hunters. Well, us and some others but we all quit and left to do other stuff. Some… More successful than others.” The smile on his face was hard to miss and he tapped something on his watch. Gabriel received a message on his phone and almost dropped his phone in shock when he saw it.

“T-this is completely unnecessary. You don’t need to pay us for-” Alara swiped the phone from his hand.

“Gabe shut up! If he wants to give us money, who are we to argue.” Omar laughed.

“Consider it some excess funding for the funerals of those lost… my condolences to the families.” The tone of his voice was clearly heavy, meaning every word he said, but there was something… else. Maybe it was his mannerisms, maybe it was how quick he just gave them money or how much he gave. Maybe he was just reading too much into it but Gabriel felt a way about it. Nonetheless he accepted it and watched as Omar called his assistants with him back to the elevator.

“The captain will be happy.”

“Shit, the captain could retire with that kind of money.”

“I wish.” They shared a laugh before taking their leave from the casino. It was time to go home.
Old Casino Shootout
This story was fun to write. I kinda made it all just so I could have an excuse to write a fight scene, trying to get better at those. I thought it was really good so I started forming a story around it. I'm rather proud of it. This is set far into the future in my interpretation of Seattle and I do intend to make more stories about this, have some more world building and whatnot. The first draft of this was gonna be massive but I scaled it back to something more streamlined. Also I'm not good at story titles. Hope all who read it enjoy!
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An endless sea of grey as far as the eye could see. Faint white leaves fell limply to the forest floor, their small and slow descent to the made the forest feel melancholic. Like the life had been sapped from them long ago leaving behind dull, lifeless dust. Moras reached out to touch one of the leaves and it fell apart in an instant. It was warm and dry, almost smokey with black spots and as it fell apart, it sighed, its last breath stolen by a simple touch. This wasn’t snow, this was ash. The burnt remains of the dead left tailored to the trees and grass. The faint wind blowing through gave whispers of screams and the shaking of the branches made the ashes gathered at the top slowly fall to the ground. Every step Moras took threw dust into the air, rising higher and higher until it was trapped by the overhanging branches and piled up on the leaves once more, the cycle repeating. Moras wiped the dust off his hand and continued deeper into the forest, the ash leaves falling more and more and coating the pathway in white. The air was as lifeless as a corpse, the stale and husk like nature of the environment was almost mythical, otherworldly. He heard a crow cawing and wings flapping but no birds were anywhere to be seen. It began to drive him a little crazy. He shook his head and moved further down the path before being met with a dead end, a small little expanse with a dead garden in the center and an opened book. Moras walked up to it and blew away the dust only to find it was in a language he only partially understood.

“Tomb 57: Here lies Nithal, One of the oldest Dragonkin…” He couldn’t read the next few sentences but the whole book ended with “our greatest and worst experiment”. There were small symbols written in Merian around the paragraphs and the pedestal holding the book, cruel slurs and phrases directed at the writer of the book. Moras read some as “Monsters” and “Inhuman” but one also said “Protector”. Moras closed the book and walked up to the mountain side, the massive door was detailed with one heck of a beautiful mural dedicated to humans wrestling down a dragon. Moras was unlike many of the people native to the country of Meria. He was a member of the Kron race, humanoid race of people who looked like a mixture of humans and lions. They were once plentiful but now, as far as anyone new anyway, Moras was the only one alive. He didn’t believe it even if everyone did but if he was going to be the last of his kind, he was going to go out as the best one in history. And with his amazing strength, that wouldn’t be a problem.

This was a rather high paying mission by the King of the area. People knew that there was something inside the mountain. Faint rumbling underground, groans of pain and the sound of screeching metal could all be heard from behind the doors but no one knew how to get in. Mages dared not come here because in their own words “The ashes around haunt us magic users”. Moras scoffed at that. They were just weak. Using magic to worm your way through life. Either take on life's troubles directly or go hide in a hole somewhere. Magic was for the weak.


Moras touched the door gently and felt the material. Bronze. Easy. He cracked his knuckles and dug his claws into the crease of the door and took a deep breath. His muscles tensed and he adjusted his grip on the doors before forcing the doors open almost effortlessly. The doors creaked from years of inactivity, loud screeching echoing throughout the woods. It felt as if the doors were fighting Moras as they tried to shut themselves again but the Kron would not be bested. He forced the doors far enough apart so he could inch himself in between them, his back holding one door open while his arms held open the other. He took three quick breaths before jumping through to the other side and falling down a large set of stairs, the door slamming shut behind him. Moras sighed and pushed himself up, grabbing one of the unlit torches on the walls. He scratched his claws together and lit the torch which burned a bright blue. He heard a bird’s tweet echo in the halls and looked up to see one resting on another of the unlit torches. The bird was a beautiful blue and white and it stared at Moras for a solid minute before briefly flashing a bright color and flying down the stairs. Moras followed it closely and at the bottom of the stairs came up to a massive chamber filled with ripped tapestry and still running machinery. The floor of the room was covered in the debris of shattered pillars and all kinds of dirt kicked up by an auger. The room was clearly centuries old yet the machines worked without a hitch with not a human in sight to keep them working. How long had these been working?

He walked further into the temple and found himself in a construction room, the corpses of destroyed automatons littered across the floor. It looked almost sad seeing them to pieces like that, some creations only half finished and one of the machines seemed to be twitching as if barely clinging to life. Moras walked up and touched the automaton before it sprung up and grabbed at his wrist. The creature had a massive hole in its chest and a blue shining crystal pulsating as it clung to Moras. The hardened mask-like face of the incomplete being gave no expression but his actions didn’t exactly give off a peaceful vibe. He grabbed at Moras’ neck but was punched down to the floor. The automaton had no bottom half so it fell to the floor and pathetically grabbed at Moras’ leg. The lion kicked his hand away and stepped on the automatons head, pressuring it against the granite floor before pressing all of his weight on it and breaking the machines head to pieces. The strength it had slowly began to fade and Moras began to walk away before the machine came back to life and grabbed at his leg again. He growled as he looked back at it and saw that it used its claws to try and dig into his leg. It shockingly managed to do so and Moras roared before grabbing the machine by its arm and tearing it out of its socket. If the machine could scream, it probably would but it was still moving. The crystal in its chest seemed to be humming and went red, almost burning inside the machine’s chest. Moras grabbed at it, his claws tearing past the wires and framework holding the glowing gem in place and brutally ripped it out of its socket. With this the machine was finally dead and Moras tossed it to the ground without a care, squeezing the crystal in his hand until it shattered into pieces.

“Magic. I hate magic.” He dusted his hand off and kicked the robot away from him, cracking his knuckles as he left the room yet kept his eye on the automaton, just in case it decided to move again. Moras continued to wander around the temple before coming to massive hallway that led down to a spiraling staircase. Every room Moras walked by, he saw the room completely destroyed and one of the robots standing over the bed. Not wanting to start another fight with anything, he continued onward coming to the staircase and looking over the railing.

“More steps. Fantastic.” He said dryly as he vaulted over the edge and fell like a bullet all the way to the bottom of the steps, a crater in the ground formed when he landed but he felt nothing. Moras dusted himself off and looked up to see a rather large door held shut by a massive lock. This door was heavier than the last but nothing was too much for someone like Moras as he pried open the door. He heard the old gears screeching as they were forced open and could feel the rust fall from the doors and sink into his fur. The blue bird he followed in had flown overheard into the room before him. This place wasn’t as well kept as the others. Once he walked in, he let out a powerful sneeze as dust filled his nostrils since the room was crawling with cobwebs, dust and dirt. The room was spacious. Incredibly spacious. There were various gears aligned on the walls, all of which covered in dust and cobwebs showing their true age. There was a pedestal right in the center with a book on it, similar to the one outside of the temple. The bird sat on the pedestal and tweeted at Moras to do something. He ran to the pedestal and after closer expectation he saw the book was burned and the pages ripped out, cut to pieces and struggling to stay whole. The only thing that was still at least somewhat intact was the cover which read “The Next Evolution of Life”.

Moras pushed the book off the pedestal. There was a mana stone in the pedestal and the bird chirped happily before flying into the stone, filling it with some amazing blue energy and he removed it. It hummed in his hand and then turned red as the pedestal it was once a part of began to split open. It crumbled into dust and the floor began to split apart, the entire temple shaking and bits of the ceiling fell down to the ground. Moras had nowhere to hide and had a massive chunk of the ceiling fall onto him. The floor began to peel open as chains could be heard rattling and the brief grinding and scraping of rusted and old gears bringing something up from a lower level. The temple continued to shake until finally, once the rumbling stopped and the dust settled, Moras crawled out from under the rubble and stared in awe at what he saw.

He was surprised beyond belief at the sight of a dragon, seemingly hibernating, but it was different than what you might expect. The dragon was mechanical in every way, shape and form. His body was made of metal and his claws and tail tip looked like elongated swords. The chest of the beast was reinforced with a thicker sheet of metal, almost as if it was given a chest plate. It was strange to see but interesting nonetheless. The dragon’s hide was scratched and dented, left unrepaired by whoever made him. Possibly a rebellious beast. The stomach region however was pretty unprotected, a thin and stretchy material that really looked like a fleshy stomach. Moras touched it and it felt like a sort of leather but looked nothing like it, smooth and stretching as the dragon took its slow breaths. There was a faint blue glow barely shining through its stomach and chest with every breath as well. If that was the beast’s heart, it’s very noticeable.

Massive spikes ran along its spine and its metal hide was as gold as the sun. Moras ran up to the beast's face and touched it. The metal was warm as a furnace and a brief bit of smoke escaped from its nose as it took a deep breath. The beast was very heavily enchained, its wrists, hind legs and tail nailed down to the ground. There was a massive collar wrapped around its neck that kept its head from turning if it ever wanted to and a second collar was placed around the body of the beast to keep it pinned down. Massive chains connected all of these locks in place and were all wound up tight to limit movement but despite the fact that they were carrying such a massive and important figure, they were terribly old and rusting which was unacceptable considering the rest of the temple was still well made with no age showing at all. Moras walked around and examined the beast in as much detail as he could. He opened its eye and there was a faint pale blue glow inside. He touched the beasts head and it was somehow still warm. He climbed onto the beasts back and saw a small hole placed in the overhead bond that kept the dragon's neck down. It was marked with Merian letters all standing for “Stop” and “Retreat”. Moras ignored them and placed the gem in the bond, the color changing to a deep red and causing the brace to hiss and glow red in color as well. It spread across the bond and broke in half, falling off the beasts’ neck and landing on the already cracked floor. The several bonds that held the beast down all followed suit and split open, freeing much of his body. Moras heard the creature take a breath and a puff of black smoke escaped his nostrils, clouding the room with a poisonous air. It was the foulest stench Moras had ever smelled and he jumped off the dragons’ nose and covered his nose. When it dissipated, The dragon’s bonds shook and Moras heard the sound of gears turning and a low growling. Nithal’s eyes opened and he looked down at his bonds, a clear look of disdain on his face as he bit at them and at this moment, he saw Moras standing only a few feet from him.

The dragon roared and tried to move but was still bound to the floor and so bit at the bonds at its hands. He bit through the chains with ease and struggled to push himself up. Nithal roared and hunched his back over, extending the spikes along his spine and breaking free his tail. He roared as he stood tall and whacked Moras away as he began to climb to mountain walls his claws digging deep into the sides of the mountain as he struggled to pull himself up. Moras got up and had grabbed onto the beasts’ tail and pulled hard. Shockingly the dragon’s climb was halted and when it looked back, it saw Moras tugging tightly on its tail and then pull it back down to the floor. The entire floor shook as Nithal turned onto his stomach and tried to squash the lion under his hand. Moras jumped out of the way and jumped onto the dragon’s hand, digging his claws through the metal and peeling off the upper layer. Nithal screamed and shook him off, tossing him into the air. Moras laughed as he fell back down and latched onto the dragon’s nose, pulling its body back down to the ground and forced his maw open. He grabbed one of the dragon’s teeth and almost effortlessly pulled it free, violently stabbing Nithal’s tongue with it. He screamed in pain and tried to chomp down on him but Moras forced his maw to stay open. He just kept stabbing his tongue until he cut it in half and jumped out. Nithal covered his mouth as he tried to swat at Moras who jumped out of the way and tossed one of the boulders at his face. The loud clang of the rock against metal echoed in the mountain, the rock actually managed to hit his eye and damaged it but not enough to blind him for too long. Nithal roared and his mouth opened wide, the several gears heard shifting and changing, screeching against each other from years of inactivity as he bellowed a massive cloud of black smoke from its mouth. Moras laughed, pinching his nose.

“Old beast. Not everything is working like it should huh?”

The dragon coughed and he felt his body ache, his tail began to seizure out of control and by complete accident he managed to hit Moras but the Lion instead dug his claws in deep and grabbed the dragon’s tail as Nithal began to climb up the mountain. You could hear the wires and machinery that composed his body creak and pop from years of inactivity. The dragon cried out in foreign language, barely able to even open his mouth as he simply groaned and mumbled to himself. Every claw into the mountain was shaky and painful, every dig into the dirt made him ache and groan, every groan made him take pause before he continued his ascent up the mountain. His tail violently lashed around to keep balance and banged Moras against the walls of the mountain but he held on through it all and when the tail stopped moving, he began to climb up the dragons’ body. Nithal had finally reached the ceiling but began to claw at it, slowly digging a hole into the mountain as he pulled himself through, dirt and rubble trickling down his body as he wormed his way through. Once he got free, he took pause, savoring the fresh, crisp, cold air that brushed against his metal face made him exhale as if he could actually feel the rain hit him. The light tapping of the drops of rain hitting his hide as he stretched his wings and gave a massive roar.

Moras had climbed up Nithal’s back and looked out to see that they were very high up. The clouds blocked the view of any forest or city nearby so he was just looking out at a sea of white. It was actually quite serene and would have been a perfect place to relax. Not now though. Nithal launched into the air, a massive cloud of snow exploding from under him as he took off higher and higher into the sky. Moras had successfully climbed up the back of the dragon’s neck and jumped to its right wing, digging his claws into the translucent material and tearing a massive gash into it. Almost instantly Nithal had begun to lose leverage in the sky and he quickly began to fall. He turned around and flew back to the mountain as fast as he could but couldn’t make it as his body crashed against the side of it, desperately clawing at the top of the mountain to try and stay upright but all of the snow came crashing down onto him and Moras as they slid down the mountain. Moras could be heard laughing like a mad man as the dragon’s practically limp body tumbled down the mountain, repeatedly trying to gain proper footing but failing every time. He slid underneath the creatures tumbling body and down the freezing cold mountain as they slowly began to find themselves falling beneath the overbearing clouds. For several seconds, Moras’ vision was hidden behind a field of white, any and all direction was impossible to discern as his ears only ever heard the crunch of the snow and only ever saw the endless white. The further down Moras tumbled, the more snow bundled around him, the heavier he felt as he slowly tumbled further and further down to the mountaintop slowly turning into a giant snowball and Nithal followed suit, a massive ball of snow rolling downhill alongside Moras. Nithal reached the bottom of the forest before Moras did, knocking down multiple trees as he barreled his way through before stopping at one particularly stubborn oak.

Nithal growled and shook his horned head, eyes flickering dimly with their blue light as he saw a giant snowball coming at him. The snowball collided with his face and bounced perfectly off of him, the ball exploding into multiple little fluffs of softness while Moras flipped through the air, laughing up a storm with his red colored hair contrasting against the soft white in the air. He landed with a heavy thud on the cold grass and extended his claws, growling in anticipation as Nithal swung his massive paw at him. Moras ducked under the attack as the dragon's claws whizzed by and tore a nearby tree with ease. The side of the tree was nearly obliterated and slowly fell to the forest floor with a loud CRUNCH. Moras leaped off the fallen tree and slammed his fists down on the mecha’s muzzle before wrapping his arms around its head and shouting something in his native tongue before lifting Nithal off his feet by his head and slamming him back onto the snow-covered ground. Moras laughed boisterously and swung the snowy oak like a bat into the dragon’s face, knocking him back onto his back. The tree splintered off into even smaller pieces and he grabbed some of them, throwing them like spears into the dented metal head of the mecha dragon. They bounced off but the constant assault kept Nithal on the defensive. When Moras ran out of branches, he rushed forward and grabbed Nithal’s nostrils, dragging him across the ground and bashing his body into the surrounding trees. Nithal got to his feet and dug his feet into the ground, his claws tearing underneath the soil each of which anchoring his body down and opened his mouth, an enormous stream of fire bursting forth. Moras jumped out of the way and hid behind one of the fallen trees. The fire swirled around the forest, colliding with the snow and rather than simply melting it, the two mixed together and produced a blue flame that caught onto the trees and branches with ease. The entire forest was soon swathed with blue fires and it made it harder and harder to breathe.

Nithal crawled his way through the burning forest, the light of the flames bouncing off of his metal hide as he scanned the area for Moras. The ashes of the forest soon began to fill the air and made it difficult to see. The steps he took made the ground shake and the few leaves stuck to the trees to fall closer to the ground, disappearing into smoke before they touched the ground. Moras leapt from under the ashes and grabbed Nithal’s tail. The dragon looked back at him and Moras waved hello before Nithal brought his tail up and slammed him against the floor repeatedly. Moras held on tightly to the beasts’ tail and was laughing the entire time as he was slammed over and over against the ground, Nithal getting more and more frustrated with this animal assaulting him. He swung his tail against the trees, doing his damndest to get rid of Moras but he remained nonetheless. Moras could be heard laughing with every collision against a tree and finally let go, flying through the dead forest and tumbling against the ground, buried under the snow. He popped back up and shook the ashes off of him, spitting out bits that snuck into his mouth.

“Ech. Disgusting.” Nithal glared at the lion and let out a stream of fire, the flame turning blue once again and Moras jumped out of the way and hid behind a tree. The tree withstood the flame, just barely but still enough, and Moras roared as he pushed it over, the bulk of the tree crashing down on Nithal’s head. Moras climbed up the tree and broke off one of the branches and quickly carved the end akin to a spear before jumping off the tree and stabbing it into the crux of the dragons left wing, damaging the gears used to keep it attached and breaking off his wing. Nithal roared and tried to buck Moras off who held on tightly before quickly pounding the back of the dragon’s head and grabbing his massive tail. Mora brought the tail down hard on the center of his spine and stabbed through all of the armor that was supposed to keep the mecha beast protected. Nithal began moving erratically, his body convulsing and beginning to fall apart as he tried to crawl to safety with what limited movement he had left. Moras pushed the tail further through the dragon until it tore through to the other side of his stomach. Nithal cried out in anguish and reached back to grab at Moras who quickly vaulted off of the back of the beast and landed right in from of his face. Nithal pulled his tail out of is stomach and tried to squash Moras under his forepaw but Moras rolled out of the way and grabbed the beast by his muzzle and turned him over onto his back.

“You have something I need. And I’m going to get it.” Moras told the beast as he climbed up to Nithal’s chest and dug his hands in, using his amazing strength to tear past his armored midsection and open the creature’s chest, digging into the gash for something important: The dragon’s heart. Nithal did his best to fight against it but it was getting harder and harder to stay conscious during this gruesome thievery. Moras dug his hand through the incision and grabbed at the first thing he felt. His hand gripped onto the heart of the beast, the vessel pulsating like an actual heart and crackling with an insane amount of ghost like energy, the very touch made Moras felt like his soul was being sucked from his body, faint voices prying their way into his head and crying for death. They wanted to die, they wanted their life to end, they begged for freedom, one voice louder than the others demanding that Moras finish the job.

“Do it mortal! Kill me already! Free me from this prison of iron and steel!” The rest of his cries were in some dragon tongue and Moras did his best to appease these voices and rip free the heart deep inside. The framework holding the heart in place was tough to pull free, the sparks and lightning inside shocking Moras’ hand and actually managing to hurt him, singeing his fur and burning his palm. He finally managed to tear free the bulging heart and quickly dropped it, holding his hand in pain. The faint ghostly smoke emanating from the organ and collective screams coming from it. The burns on his hand looking rather severe but it’s nothing he hadn’t felt before. He leaned in close to the heart and saw as it shake in place before exploding into pieces, the energy inside flying into the air and all through the forest before all of them separated and flew off to wherever they desired. These were all souls. The souls of so many… dragons? They looked like dragons. One of the spirits remained and looked down on Moras, a clear look of disdain on his face and his wings spread out so wide he looked like he had the entire forest beneath him. His eyes were a bright red color and the faint colors that showed on his ghostly visage were yellow red. He leaned down close to the lion by his feet and smiled ever so slightly.

“Thank you.” With that he launched into the air, the massive puff of wind killing any and all embers that remained in the dried and dead woods. Moras smirked and grabbed the empty heart and saw as it changed from the glowing blue gem it was to an almost diamond looking orb, the light shining through the naked trees above giving the orb a beautiful look and feel. Moras smiled and began to walk away before looking back at the corpse of Nithal, his lifeless husk as still and unmoving as any man. He could easily drag the corpse back to the city, obvious proof of his accomplishment. The heart, even though its power vacated could also fetch him a fair bit of coin. Plus, he just took down a freaking Dragon! This whole mission was going to make him a very popular person back home.
The Story of Moras
Man. Been real busy lately. My family and I moved and that took up a lot of the time I wanted to try and fix this story. It still feels like I can do a lot more but I also feel like this is as good as it can be. I'll return to Moras in the future but as of now, since I've finished this, I can move on to other stories. Hope all who read this enjoy!
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Hello everyone! I just wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and hope you all have a wonderful time! I see everybody posting artwork and whatnot getting into the Christmas spirit and it makes me happy to see all the festivities! That's all this is really just me wishing y'all a good Christmas. So yeah! Have a good one!

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Thanks for the fave Wink/Razz 
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:wave: Hey !
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no problem! Keep up the good work!
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you have lovely works ~
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Aww thank you so much! Means a lot when someone says that.
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Thanks for favoriting my story! But, why?
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I find it a pretty funny story! Liked reading it
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Cool! Hope this inspires you to read the comics it’s based on.
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