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Hi. Erhm I'm the person who made this group, just 5 years older :) I'll be honest I haven't been on deviantart for like 2 years properly. But I now tried with a few subtle changes to upgrade the group so that it stops to stand still, while I'm away. It might change how the group is, but I thought that would give the group back some life :).

And as a little side note, if anyone's interested to be an admin here, it's not a lot of work any more. But I thought since I can't guarantee that I'll be more active in the near future, maybe someone would like to be an admin, just to maybe answer some questions or add a new folder when needed. It's just a little idea.

For now I'll say bye-bye

Maybe you remember the contest that was featured in our last Journal? From :iconshinesofmystery:   So the winners were:


1st place :iconangevere:
Alori by Angevere

2nd place :iconlazyacorn:
Summer Forest by LazyAcorn

3rd place :iconzaellrin:
Elvin Forest Princess. by HeatherSchoff

Checkout :iconshinesofmystery:'s journal for more details on the judges opinions and stuff like that.
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Writing Commissions Open!Decided to refresh my commission info! Here you go: Examples of my work: ( 1, 2, 3 ) I also have this tumblr account specifically for my writings.As you can see, I am capable of doing both short stories and multiple-chapter stories. I am very flexible in general. Fandoms I am most familiar with:Dragon AgeMass EffectAssassin's CreedWitcherAmnesiaOkamiDisneyTransformers (specify universe)Historical fictionLOTR/the Hobbit/The SilmarillionGoTHarry PotterPercy JacksonTwilightWarriorsSilent HillSupernaturalATLA/ATLKHetaliaPokemon/DigimonStar TrekStar WarsMLPThe LabyrinthLovecraftian horrorMortal KombatMarvel/DCUSteven UniverseFNAFLeague of LegendsDon't StarveKingdom HeartsSonic the HedgehogFinal Fantasy (VII/VIII/X)Dragon Ball ZBleachFullmetal AlchemistSailor MoonTomb RaiderDnDSkyrimOverwatchResident EvilAlienPredator (franchise)Fire EmblemDoki Doki Literature Club!Yu-Gi-Oh!And if you don’t see a fandom here you can ask me and I will tell you if I know it or not! I didn’t list them all here. Things I will write:Your OCs/Self-insertsLGBT+NSFWOriginal Fiction (as long as enough information is provided)AngstFluffHorror/CreepypastasCrossovers (If I know the series)HeadcanonsTorture/GoreBDSMOmegaverseAUsRape/DubconTentacles/AliensVampires/Werewolves/Monsters etc.Furries/Anthro (both SFW and NSFW)Fetishes (please specify so I can see whether I’m okay with it or not)If I haven’t mentioned anything that you wish to know feel free to ask as well! Things I will NOT write:Pedophilia/UnderageDD/LG (Daddies/Mommies and littles)Vore/CannibalismInflationWatersports/ScatBestialityNecrophiliaEven if I haven't mentioned something, there are still things I may still not like and will not write it. Prices:Short and simple! 1 USD for every 100 words, which I think is pretty fair. I take payments through PayPal. PLEASE NOTE that I have every right to reject a commission, even if it fits my rules.Send me a note if you have an offer! ...
Peace amongst the oaks [WoF] Pain, the tremble in his wings, and the damning blackness at the edges of his vision sung their song of doom within him. He had pushed himself too far; too fast; his injuries would overcome him. There would be no salvation - his unit had long since abandoned him, no mercy for the wounded or the weak. Below, the ancient oak forest stretched on for miles. He would have to land soon, and there -! A space, a splash of brightness in the dark sea of green and brown. Mustering his last reserves of strength, he locked his wings and glided down in slow, careful circles. Landing was painful, though he did not shame himself by collapsing. His shallow breaths could not keep up with the thundering of his heart, and his sight blurred. Footsteps: another dragon was approaching. He could not raise his head but he growled - a wordless command to back away. “I won’t hurt you,” they said. Male, his gentle voice with a lilt that spoke of warmer climates. “I’m a doctor, let me help.” They approached, and he had not the strength to protest again. “I’m going to touch you, it’s alright, I won’t hurt you”. They reached behind his head, cool fingers finding the vein behind his ear. “You’re cold, for a Skywing,” they said “your heart is beating fast and I can see you’re badly injured. You’ve lost a lot of blood. Can you make it inside?” Woozily, with the other dragon’s help, he staggered indoors. Turned left. Guided onto a large, low, flat stone in the middle of a bright room. His legs failed him, then, but he cared not. The other dragon - he was green, green like leaves and moss - was arranging his limbs, still speaking in his soothing voice. “I’m moving your right leg now - yes, that’s it, good. Good. Bear with me… here,” They appeared at his face, putting a hand under his chin, lifting his head “drink this. It will make you sleep.” He did. It was bitter and floral. “Good. Perfect. We’re going to count backwards now - blink your eyes in time with me. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six-” -- Bald was preparing breakfast when he heard the Skywing wake. He went to the medical room to find his charge blearily looking around - he’d had to leave the male on the stone surgery table. “Good morning,” he said, entering the room and carefully positioning himself to give his patient an unblocked view of the exit. “You’ve been out all of yesterday and all night. How are you feeling?” “Groggy,” the male growled, though from weariness, not anger “I… Where am I? Who are you?” he turned his handsome, aquiline face to scrutinize Bald with a little, understandable, hostility. “My name is Bald, this oak is my home. May I ask your name, or what I should call you?” “Victorum.” He peered about, at the wooden floor, the wooden walls, the wooden ceiling “I’m inside a tree?” “I can tell you about it over breakfast, are you hungry?” Victorum nodded, and Bald fetched food from the kitchen: eggs, porridge with raisins, and a salty-sweet-vinegary drink Victorum recognised as posca. “This giant oak is ancient,” Bald explained “and was once the home of a powerful Animagus. Legends say he would take the form of animals: joining the stags in their rut, flying south with the geese, running with the wolves.” “I’ve patrolled over this forest dozens of times” Victorum interjected, “I’ve never seen this clearing, nor this giant tree.” Bald tilted his head in acknowledgement “This forest was magic before even the Animagus lived here. This place can’t be found unless it lets you.” “And it lets you live here? You’re not an Animagus, are you?” “No, no! But when I fly away it’s here when I get back. I assume this place has accepted me.” “Mm.” Victorum finishes his breakfast, and Bald is contentedly silent for the time. “You’re a Rainwing, aren’t you? Bald is a very odd name.”“Ah, it’s not my birth name. Rainwings have a list of names they cycle through; I was originally known as Bromelia” He makes a face “Never liked it. My mother - I know she was my mother as, well, we’re both a bit odd - ah, Rainwings also hatch eggs and raise young communally, and parentage isn’t really kept track of - she encouraged me to pick a name that meant something to me. I was a young boy helping the doctors of my village, and I begged them to let me read the medical textbooks. There was this old book - really old, I could only understand one word in three - called Bald’s Leechbook. I loved that book! Some of the cures were pure superstition, and some looked like nonsense but in practice worked - it was fascinating, and - oh!” “No,” Victorum apologised, head drooping with tiredness “Please, go on, I’m just sleepy…” “It’s fine, you need a lot of rest to heal. I’ll leave you some more poppy-milk for when you next wake up.” -- It was agreed that Victorum stayed in the Animagus’ oak while he was recuperating. Bald even magnanimously gave up his bed - the summer nights were balmy, and he slept outdoors, hanging upside-down from the tree with his wings cocooned about him. Once, Victorum saw him waken at dawn, luxuriantly stretching his wings, the sunrise casting leaf-dappled shadows through them. Privately, he thought it quite beautiful. Bald gives him a tour of his home: the giant oak has many chambers within it, with stairs and windows grown into the tree itself. Besides the bedroom and medical-room there is a kitchen, a basement (it is cool and dark, though the walls are uneven and made of roots), a small library, and a room where Bald prepares and stores his medicines. Many days pass in comfortable companionship. The days turn into weeks, with Victorum finding excuses to stay and Bald accepting them no matter how flimsy.They sit in the medicine room one afternoon, Victorum tying up bundles of lavender for drying, Bald grinding herbs in a mortar and pestle. It’s rhythmic krshk-krshk-krshk is the only sound. Victorum appreciates the peace.“Tell me about yourself,” Bald asks, quietly. “And of the Skywings. I see patrols fly overhead sometimes. I hear rumours from the villages I visit. Is it as bad as they say?” Victorum sets down the purple blooms. “It is… not bad. Things are difficult, you understand, with the war.” Bald says nothing, listening, allowing Victorum to talk at his own pace.“My family is technically of an honourable lineage, though our Queen did away with such ties to outdated antiquity. I am my father’s firstborn. He wanted me to have a noble name, and to be a warrior, like him. He fell in battle some time ago, as did my younger brother. It was the glorious death he wanted.” “I’m sorry.” Bald says “That must’ve been hard on you, and your mother.” Victorum shrugs his wings “My mother felt proud he fell doing his duty. She is old now, and well looked after. Mothers, you see, are looked upon with pride. If you bless the nation with pure-blooded Skywing children - especially both males and females, I have a sister, too - you are rewarded. She also received honours for having a dutiful mate, and… sons. I find it… very hard, to be loyal to my Queen.” His tail thrashes in discomfort, and he flattens his ears back “She has made many changes she says will make the nation strong, but…” He stops, begins again “At her right hand sits a Nightwing, he calls himself Pathfinder. He says he has seen a glorious future of the Skywing race, and he advises her in exchange for asylum from other tribes who have long unfairly persecuted him for speaking unwanted truths. There are many laws, and the better you follow the laws dictates your status. It’s more fair, you see, because it means that someone of low birth has the same opportunities as everyone else if they work in the benefit of the nation.” “But this does not inspire your loyalty.” Bald prompts, gently. “I should be loyal, but the laws are very… restrictive. Your education, your job, your mate must be approved by Pathfinder’s auditors.” “Your mate?” Bald questions. “Yes, they keep a record of everyone’s lineages. It’s to make sure that no-one accidentally choses a mate that would produce unhealthy offspring.” Victorum’s words take on someone else’s cadence, as if he speaks by rote: “So no child is hatched having to suffer lifelong inherited illnesses.” “I see.” Krshk-krshk-krshk goes the pestle. “What if you’re a male who doesn't like females? Or vice-versa?” “Do you not like females?” Victorum demands.“I find myself unbothered. Either is fine.” “Well… good.” He looks away. “I… prefer males. But things are very progressive! You’re allowed to take on a mate of the same gender if you have a child first. And the auditors will even help you have one with someone who also wants a mate of the same gender, so everything works out!” “Victorum-” “It’s fine!” He gets up from the table, too quick, and hisses as he aggravates his mostly-healed wounds. Bald is immediately at his side. “It’s fine,” he soothes “You’re fine. Nothing’s torn. Do you need more salve?” Victorum shakes his head. “Just some willow bark to chew, please.” Bald fetches it from his medicine cabinets. They contain hundreds of little drawers, carefully labelled. “Victorum, can I show you something?” He leads them outside. There is a large clearing around the mighty Animagus’ oak, and it is Bald’s garden. It begins with neat rows of various herbs and shrubs, which grows more and more wild approaching the clearing’s edge, where the garden is reclaimed by the forest. As well as herbs there is a small orchard, a vegetable plot, trellises of hops, and finally several beehives in wooden boxes propped up off the ground. They approach the hives, and Victorum hesitates. “No need to worry,” Bald says “I’ve been breeding these bees for years now. The queens are all gentle, and their workers forgiving.” The bees buzz around them as they approach, investigating, and deem them safe. Bald gently pries open the lid of the largest hive, and unstacks the supers. The workers industriously carry on with their jobs, ignoring him. He carefully takes out one of the frames - it is filled with nicely-capped brood cells. “This hive is my current oldest. Look here-” he points with a claw - a few of the cells are much larger and less neat than the rest. “The queen controls the hive, but this queen is old. She isn’t laying as many eggs, and the workers sense this. They’re building princess cells, to make a new queen.” Bald puts the frame back, re-stacks the supers, and closes the lid. “When a princess hatches, she will swarm: mate with the drones, take away half the workers, and fly away to make a new hive.” “A rather heavy-handed metaphor, don’t you think?” Victorum watches the bees. “What happens if they can’t swarm?” “The princess and the queen will fight. Either the queen wins, and keeps control of the hive, or the princess will win and take over.” “And the workers,” Victorum says bitterly “I suppose some support the old queen, and some support the princess, and they fight, too?” “Swarming is a very difficult time, but it’s necessary. If the queen isn’t performing her duties, the whole hive will collapse.” Victorum sits down, and Bald joins him. The summer sun is warm, the bees are droning happily, and the air smells of rosemary. Bald half-opens his wings, basking. “Bald… I understand what you’re saying. But though I chafe at the laws, and I think the wrong kind of person has power… What if that’s just me? What if this really is what is best for the Skywing, and I’m just wrong?” “You’ve followed the laws, and been a good citizen. Has it made you happy? Are the people around you happy?” Victorum claws at the ground, gouging marks in the earth. “My mother is happy. My sister… I don’t know. She is very brave, and strong, but she works for the auditors so I think she hides how she feels.” “And you?” There is a long pause before he speaks. “I thought, for a long time, that I would be happy if I died like my father and brother, in a glorious battle defending our home. I did something very stupid. I volunteered to serve under... “ he whispers “The Breaker.” “Tell me about them, Victorum.” Gently, subtly, Bald uncoils his tail and drapes it over Victorum’s, in comfort. “He is… a monster. He’s a beast, massive, and stronger than any dozen regular Skywing soldiers. He’s a firescales, and constantly burns so hot you can feel him coming a corridor away. Weapons melt before they touch him. Though he’s not pure-blooded Skywing, he sits at the left hand of the Queen herself. I could tell you so many stories… A male of his high standing is expected to have an heir. The Queen has personally enforced several females upon him, but… none survive. I joined him on his latest campaign. We were to have a battle, but… instead he had us paint all these rocks red, and put them all over our camp, so enemy scouts would think the camp was occupied. Then, at night, we flew - gods, we flew so fast and so far, half the unit just fell out the air, dead from exhaustion. He wouldn’t allow rest. He wouldn’t allow us to go back for the fallen. We flew around their lines... to their homes. We found their village, where… where there were all their women, and children. The enemy troops turned around, though, and engaged us before The Breaker could… do what he wanted. They fought like demons, and I don’t blame them. They were too strong, too many, and we retreated. Again, no rest, and no mercy for the injured. I couldn’t keep up. And that’s… That’s when I saw your clearing.” “I’m so sorry you felt that way,” Bald consoles. “May I offer my opinion? I don’t think you’re wrong. I think the Skywings are in a terrible position, and you have been through some horrible experiences that no-one deserves.”“But what do I do, Bald?” he bemoans “I still love my people, and I’m still proud to be a Skywing. Even if I go back and try to change everything, the unrest that would cause… So many innocent people would suffer, at my hand, because of the events I’d cause!” “Not everyone can be a firebrand, Victorum. This isn’t a story, and you don’t have to play the role of a hero. Do what’s best for you, what makes you happy. Find a small, safe way to make the world a little better. If everyone works together to make a thousand tiny steps, it can pave the road for change.” The sun has crossed the sky and taken them into evening. The wind stirs the forest in quiet susurration. Bald softly continues “You could stay here, with me. Help me deliver medicines - you can fly faster and quicker than I can. You would help a lot of people.” Victorum gifts him with a shy smile “Yes, I would like that. But…” He stands “I should return to the Skywing queendom first. If I’m to leave forever, I need to see my sister. I need to know how she feels, and if she’s alright.” Bald stands also, stretching. “I will help you get ready. You’ll need supplies.” A final week passes, and Victorum is fully healed and fully prepared. The air is clear, with good winds for flying. “Thank you, Bald.” “Be safe,” he says, tenderly. “I will return, I promise.” He launches himself into the air, his powerful wingbeats taking him above the treetops. He catches an updraft and circles high, before turning and flying away. Bald watches him go, and then watches the empty sky a while longer. -- The oak is so quiet without Victorum. Bald gets his bed back, but now it feels strange. The various furs and blankets smell of him: of woodsmoke and rainclouds. Summer is ending, and the trees turn red and orange in preparation for their slumber. He is reading one of his oldest books: A frogge biþ a smale beaste wiþ foure legges, whiche liueþ boþe in þe water and on londe. It is ofte tyme broune or grene or yelowe; or be it tropyckal, he may liue in trees and haue dyuers coloures ...But he cannot concentrate, his eyes skimming the same passage over and over. He hears the sound of someone landing in his garden. He puts the book down and rushes to the window - the Animagus’ magic must’ve guided another dragon in need to him. His heart leaps to see Victorum, who hardly lands before galloping towards the oak. Bald rushes downstairs, and they meet each other in the doorway. “Bald!” “Victorum! Are you well? Are you hurt?” “No, Bald- I went back, my sister, my mother-” “Come inside, please. Let’s have something to drink.” They retire to the kitchen, where Bald prepares sweet rose tea. Victorum drinks his whole cup straight away, unscathed by the boiling water. Bald pours him another. “My mother has passed away,” he says, but forstalls Bald’s commiserations “She was old, and sick, and thought I was still away on duty. She was kept comfortable and happy, and passed away peacefully in her sleep. To her last day, she truly believed in… in how things are currently run. My sister has also left the Skywing kingdom, eloped with a Mudwing female! They’re going to start working to quietly ferry other people out. All this time, she’s been working with the auditors so she can learn how they work, and how to do this under their noses!”“That’s wonderful! And perhaps those people will need medicine? Doctoring?” “Yes! I- I don’t want to drag you into this, but I thought-” “Please, Victorum, I would be delighted to help.” Bald flares his ruff with excitement. “We should celebrate! Help me get some kegs out the basement…” The pair sit in one of the branches of the grand old oak, watching the sunset and drinking Bald’s pale summer ale. It is refreshing and crisp, with slight notes of pine and herbs. “I thought I preferred wine,” Vicroum declares, “But this is delicious!” He sways in place, happily drunk. Bard, too, is gleefully worse for drink. His scales have sluggishly taken on a reddish hue. “How are you going to get down? You’ve had too much to fly.” “Nonsense! I shall simply spread my wings-” He does so, to demonstrate, and promptly loses his balance. He falls gracelessly, but his hind claws grip mightily to the branch. He ends up upside-down. Bald crows with laughter, and joins him, lithely curling his tail around the branch for support. “How- How-” he sniggers “How’s it hanging?” “Stop dangling there like an overripe pear and help me!” With much effort and much inelegance, Victorum is righted. He leans against Bald for support.“I think we should call it a night,” Bald suggests. “Have some water, a light snack.”“Do you have some spare blankets?” Victorum asks “I’m happy to be the one to sleep outside, I could get a fire going…” Bald’s scales turn redder. Gently, he places his hand over Victorum’s. “Or… You could join me. There’s space for two.” Victorum softly presses his head to Bald’s, humming contentedly. “Yes, I would like that.” --
Worlds within a world 8While gazing at the glimmering ponds of Umera I cannot help, but to feel the discomfort of my discovery.This feeling of betrayal and deceit from one of my own giving a dark reminder from a long time past.Spitting out memories of anger and sorrow like the rippling waters before me.A painful sting growing inside my heart as I drift through those dark deeds again.Sinking far enough into that void that I don’t even notice Galrauch before his warm muzzle presses against my cheek and shoulder.“What’s wrong partner?Something has clearly been troubling you all the way from the valley.Did your sickness start acting up again or did something happen?”Gently I reach out to stroke the side of his head as I lean onto the other.Dragging my conscious back from the depths in that sweet moment of silence.Sighing heavily through my easing jaws to help push out the words.“She’s alive Gal..”“Uhm.. Okay.. Wouldn’t mind to be a little bit more specific?”“Lady Sayoko.”“Mhmm... Sounds a little familiar...”“Hmm.. You remember that fox lady back from Xathas? A couple decades ago?”Even though his answer hasn't yet to take form I can feel it through his rising body heat.His muzzle pulls slightly away as it crackles and twists into its monstrous form.One of his flaming hooves stomp the ground in aggravation before I even get to react to his sudden change of form.“You meant her?! That fucking miserable bitch who hurt Sheewe?!”“Gal mind your form before you cause a hassle, but yes indeed I’m talking about her.”With a flick of my wrist I guide a splash of water to soak the ground beneath his hooves.“You think I can help it after a news like that?!”“No.. But I don’t want another headache alongside the one I’m having about this!Sigh.. So please turn back before someone sees you.”While I watch around us to be sure not having been seen Gal gradually calms down a notch.Hiding his form with best of his ability, scraping off the burned grass and dirty.Shaking his body thoroughly like a dog as the fires fade from sight.Giving me a little sense of relief as we have come out unnoticed.“I thought you said she was dealt with.”“That’s what I was led to believe as well and was foolish enough not to check it afterwards.”“How do you know she’s not though.. You met someone in that valley, didn’t you?”With a nod of agreement, I pull the broken necklace out from my pouch.Leaning slightly backwards to show it off as it dangles down from my fingers.“She was carrying this necklace with her.It is bent and broken now, but a symbol of her face was on it.On top of that the sensation and feel of the magic that was within it was just like hers.”“Hmph.. Then it is most likely her.What are you planning to do about her partner?”“End her of course.. The blood debt must be paid.At first we have to find out where she’s located, and I bet she’s not going to make it easy on us as I’m sure she’s aware now we’re in this world.”“That much is granted, but you didn’t think to ask the owner of that necklace about it?”“Ah.. Uhm… Yeah.. Uhm.. I kinda lost my chance with that.. Heheh..”“Brilliant! And somehow I’m not even surprised.. You’re really losing your touch old fart..”“Well excuse me if I wasn’t in a clearest state of mind at that moment!It is not like you’re any better during your hunts!”“Fair enough but won’t change the fact you messed up.”“Obviously. I wonder if Kuro knows anything about her.”“We know for sure once we get to ask him.”“Mhmm... Ugh... Arrgh!!!”“Partner?!”In the middle of thought my back muscles flare up in pain.Cramping wildly across its length, while some of them burst and rupture from inside before being restored only to be torn apart once again.Twisting and bending my limbs uncontrollably as it keeps spreading like a wildfire.The foul taste of spoiled, rotten blood flooding my mouth as I am grasping for my back with numb and powerless hands.Roaring and cursing endlessly as I battle the agony reaching all the way to my soul.Feeling my being splintering under the assault of my disease as I desperately attempt to keep it whole.The sight in my eyes turning into a blurring mess of darkness as I collapse.Not on the coolness of the ground, but in embrace of smoothness and warmth as distorted sounds of voices echo distantly within my mind.On the next blink of my eyes I find myself staring at a gigantic swirl of bright lights.Circling around me like showering stars on the nightly skies.Millions of souls from countless lifetimes crying out for last time as they are snuffed out from within me.Sacrificed in order to keep my own soul moderately intact, while they slip away into oblivion.Leaving only emptiness behind, which I’m not able fill again once they’re gone.Most of them are sharing the brightest of smiles and waving hands towards me, yet some have tears in their eyes as I reach out trying to bring them close.For each one I shed my tears of blood, watching them disappear from my mind and soul.All too soon I am finding myself alone with the frail and broken image of my own.Having seen it turn into this over the years still pains me so that I do not even dare to look towards it.Knowing all that excruciating weakness it reflects if I take even a peek and still, I can feel it embracing me in all its frailty.“Come back victorious my dear king or don’t come back at all.”With a whisper said so long ago ringing in my ears I am snapped back into the side of consciousness.My sight is still quite blurry as I slowly look around, while my body refuses to move.Finding myself lying against Galrauch’s side like a mangled rag even as it is finally winning over the symptoms.“Holy shit you got me scared... You’re really getting worse Partner.”His muzzle feels incredibly heavy as it presses against me.The hot air of his breath brushing over my cold skin.“How long was I out?”“Somewhere from five to ten minutes I guess.”“That doesn’t sound so bad... But I agree Gal. I have been getting more and more tired as of late.My age is catching up to me... or isn’t that what some of the children use to say.”“Something like that... Partner...”I notice a hint of pity towards me reflecting from his eyes even as he hides it from his voice.Causing a mix of sober feelings of self-reflecting anger and disgust towards my state sprout up once more. Immediately attempting to find a quick way to change the subject on the fly, even on the cost of offending Galrauch as I will be brushing his worries aside.Like so many times before since he found out the truth about my health and the incurable illness, which plagues me.“We need to find her Galrauch and take her out in one way or another.”I state to him with a heavy heart after a quick thought, feeling the similar commotion of feelings stir within him upon realizing my unwillingness to talk about myself.“That’s... That sounds good. Where do you think we should start hunting her from?”“I’m working on it...”“Ah... So, you have no idea then.”“Uhm... No, I said I am working on it. Just haven’t been able to start yet.”“You’re such a hopeless fellow sometimes you know, but gladly you have me so we can get this done.”“Well excuse. me?”I halt the sentence at once as a nasty feeling of being watched creeps along the back of my neck. I lower the tone of my voice into a soft whisper before saying“Somebody is watching us.”“Huh? Are you sure about that partner?I haven’t noticed anyone coming around here.”Gal lifts his head up with a little shake of doubt, taking first careful looks around us.“I’m positive. Just look closely in case you happen to notice anything or anyone.”I confirm myself to him, while taking very limited peeks behind me. Attempting to remain seemingly unalerted at the same time to whoever is spying on us.Sadly my still recovering body makes my task extremely awkward and cumbersome on every move I make. Leaving me each time with a poor view of the surroundings until I simply reside to trust on Gal’s observations.Waiting for him to stop though feels like an eternity. Infuriating me more and more by the minute as I lie on the ground helpless until at last his head turns back to me. Greeting me with a hot breath of air from his wide nostrils.“Either you’re getting paranoid again or whoever it was is really good at what they are doing.”“There was someone. I’m sure of it, but they might have picked on us or perhaps some form of a scrying magic...”“Not impossible, but for now they’re gone. That is if there truly was someone.Can you move yet partner or do I need to drag you closer to the tavern?”“Let’s see.”With great care I push my aching body upwards. First to sit for a tiny stretch of my limbs and tilted neck. Hearing the joints cracking as they loosen one after another. Releasing the tension in a short moment of pure bliss as I roll to my side. Springing to my feet soon afterwards with a painful grin on my face. Struggling for a while to maintain my balance as I grind my teeth. Soon after me Galrauch follows suit, bringing himself beside me for support.“I think I can manage this now.”“That’s good to hear partner. It would have been a pain to drag you around. Especially in the tunnels later, which reminds me do I have to…”“Yes.”Why oh why...! I fucking hate wearing that shit! It is so stiff and tight and irritating to wear. A complete annoyance!”“But you’re still going to wear your armour despite you wanting it or not.”“Nope! Not going to happen!”“Galrauch I am not going to have this argument with you again! You are wearing it whenever we are in hostile lands in order to prevent you getting hurt. And if you think dragging me is a pain then what do you think it is like when it’s another way around!”“Well I’m not getting hurt even nearly as often as you old fart so there’s that!”“Aargh!! That is not the point! In any case I am putting it back on you once we depart from here so enjoy your time before that!”“Oh, I intend to, you can trust me on that, and you are delusional if you think I just let you do it.”“Hmph… We will see about that tomorrow.Gosh.. Why do you have to be so difficult about something so trivial.”“Somebody has to be, or you’ll have it too easy.”“Sigh… Fuck I hate you sometimes...”“Love you too partner. Now you go get some proper rest or you’ll get even more cranky.”Gal pumps against my back as he strolls away from me, heading directly away from the town.“And where are you going?”“To do my share of hunting. I’m starving dude and chewing on some grass doesn’t really help me out you know?”“Well you could lose some weight…”“Fuck off… Go get your beauty sleep.”After his last reply I stay silent, watching after him for a while as he gallops further into the distance. Catching a glimpse of his switching form before he fades from my sight in burst of flame. Somehow his disappearance sparks a thought of worry within me, burning its course through as I head on my way.Along my walk I keep taking a long looks at darkening streets and glooming valleys around me. Memorizing some faces and appearances of the passing individuals just in case I need to recall them. At every turn I can see townsfolk, escorts, guards and adventurers mingled among each other. Drinking, singing, telling their stories in between, while some have moved on to sharing their cranial passions in more secluded places. Surely a paid service for some or a drunken craze perhaps for all I care, yet it is impossible not to hear the echoes of their acts passing down from the windows above or the alleys to my sides.Not even I get to pass unscathed however, even as my goal gleams before my eyes. Feeling a firm thug on my arm as a young lady appears at the corner of my eye. Slinging herself beside me with her warm bosom wrapping around my arm before I get to react.“Excuse me kind sir, but I could not be without noticing your need for some relaxing company.”“I’m not interested young lady. You should go to find someone else.”“O but that just won’t do. I can’t let someone in need to simply pass me by and beside I am certain we can both get something desirable out of this.”“I think…”As soon as I start my sentence she moves again in a graceful blur of bright colors of an autumn as she wraps around my neck. Her warm tender body hugging closely against mine through her thinner dress as her golden yellow eyes gaze from beneath her mask straight into mine. Bearing almost equally narrow pupils than my own. Peaking my interest for getting to know more of her as she has brought herself fully in my reach, offering me a unpassable chance to use soul reading on her. Immediately moving to seize my opportunity by placing my hands upon her narrow hips as she whispers to me“We need to discuss about a mutual interest Mr. Black.”“I see you have come to know my name little vixen, but I do humor the thought of taking this private.”She response to my words with a short theatrical kiss, hardly bearing any lust or passion in it despite of how vulgar it might have looked to those people seeing it happen. After the moment of it has passed, she slowly and playfully slips out of my grasp softly whispering“Come to my room in five minutes. Don’t make the lady wait.”Throwing a tiny wink towards me she leaves for her room with a little sway on her hips as I stay behind with a pleasant knowledge of finding my lead.
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Welcome here and rules:

Hello this is our little group of Fantasy.

What do we accept?

It is designed for fantasy wich is a very wide area.
Even Litarature is allowed.

We have a big amount of folders, so please think hard about were to submit and use such as 'Traditional art' and 'Digital art' just in the case when you mean that your art does absolutely not fit into an other folder. They overlap at some places, but it's kind of difficult to a make a thousand different little folders. What we have works okay.

-This should go without saying, but all art must be your own! Posting someone else's work without written permission or at least verbal consent is considered plagiarism. All stolen work will be declined and reported.

Joining the group:

-Hit the button titled "Join this Group." Hitting 'watch' will only allow you to view work, not submit.

-We'd appreciate it if you place our icon in your journal or our link in your signature to show your support.

-Read Journals and Blogs of the group, certainly it is helping both the member and the administration to communicate better. If the founder has for example planned a contest, it would be helpful if members show what they think about it so it will not come to misunderstandings.

What we accept:

Everything really. As long as it's your own fantasy, it's allowed.


-Due to the amount of members here, we can only accept 1 submission per deviant per day, on all of the folder except 'featured'. The folder 'featured is limited to 1 submission a month per member.

-So: We do not deny work based on quality, but we do ask that you post your best work possible.

-To submit, go to gallery page, scroll down to find the right/matching folder, and click the '+' sign. You can also enter the gallery folder itself and click 'submit to this folder.' The genre folders can be accessed directly from the group's home page as well, for your convenience.

-If you don't know the category of your submission, you can note the group, maybe with a suggestion for a new folder name.

-Please respect that rude comments are not of any help and not allowed. You will be warned one time and if you do it again, the you will be kicked.

-Please come to the founder if this is the case, or the other admins so they can note the founder and the responsible member will be kicked.

-This is IMPORTANT: Members are asked if they join the group, to read the Founder's messages: Blogs and journals here in #FreeyourFantasy. If the founder has information mebers need to know it would be bad if no member knew. (though this group has more or less had no blogs or activity for a few years).

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Welcome to Free Your Fantasy, where your imagination can run wild. Everyone is welcome! :D If you wanna join: Read our rules on the top of the right GOOD kay^^ We aren't so many but I hope we will get many someday q:
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Here are our brothers and Sisters of Fantasy art. But also other focused groups are featured here. We will gladly accept any request of fantasy-based groups. Others will be considered individually.



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