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Legend of the Winged Knight Ch. 17 (BTACDragons)
Chapter 17: Silver Spoon
“I appreciate your company. The Queen will be reassured that I have some sort of accompaniment when I meet up with her.”
The prince did not pack as extravagantly as she had expected. On the contrary, most of the burden he carried were things like basic rations, arrows for his bow, his sword. She had half-expected him to carry a bed with lace curtains with him. Instead, she found herself ashamed of bringing as many rations as she had – nearly double what he had packed.
Meanwhile, his white-scaled feylizard - a doll-sized dragon - Razgriz, preened itself. He paused his maintenance of his scales to eye Kari – a certain proverbial stench emitting from his eye.
The angel forced an awkward smile to both tiny dragon and elf. “I am honored to be part of your accompaniment, Prince Arnus. I wish to aid Vystriana how-”
“Please, just call me Arnus. And I can't make you official myself. That would be up to the Queen. But...well...
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Literature
BTACD Short: Mis-bee-having
A graceful creature. The light of his life. A queen, royalty of the highest of caliburs.
The spider queen of this zirus hive. He watched her come out into this same forest clearing at the border between twilight and night. Again. And again. Day after day. Often followed by her attendants and some of her younglings.
On occasion, he would fly by, and give her a wave. He was mostly sure she noticed. One time she actually looked his way. He was sure he saw her smile!
It was the buzzing. Chicks digged his buzzing. As a zirus modeled after the bee - the serenader of the flower gardens – Antoine knew how to serenade the dew from the petals of flowers of all kinds.
It was today that the queen, the spider zirus, Nechesa, was all alone. She had settled upon that same clearing, where his eyes danced upon her form – that rotund spinerette, and lovely segmented slender legs.
And it was today that not only would his eyes dance upon her form, but their hips and their forms. He would sweep
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Literature
MC13: Unlucky Fools (BTACDragons)
MC13: Unlucky Fools
Defying, Defining My Path
Chimaera. An odd name to christen a child. But it was his name from birth - wherever, whenever that may have been.
The oddly named black knight stepped into the hall, clad in his blackened leather armor, leaving his white-haired, fair-skinned Halgian face uncovered. Also left uncovered were his writhing, spiky tentacles, which took the place of where a left hand should've been – after all, he was not Halgian, but flesh golem - one that slowly took on the features of whatever he consumed.
He stepped tenderly through the empty, ivory-tiled great hall of the castle, dimly lit by flickering candlelight from the fixtures upon the rows of pillars designed with visages of various demon skeletons – whether they were carved into the pillars or forcibly cemented into the pillars against their will, Chimaera wasn't sure, nor was he sure he wanted to know.
As he made his way down the royal red carpet, he swore he heard a scream in one of th
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Literature
Bear Hans: random excerpt from RP
A tremendous warcry like that of a divine lion shook the foundations of the city, followed by the thundering of mighty footsteps came blasting closer, and closer, and closer, surrounded by the screams of passerbys and the crashing of building and store stall alike.
Until CRASH. Through the window, a nearly seven foot tall stout monster of a man clad in a various pelts - bear pelt enveloping his back and head, and lion pelt tied around his crotch - burst in, raining glass shards everywhere, rolling into a flexing pose as he came to a stop, showing off his mighty biceps, thick as tree trunks.
In a thick, rambling growl, the man with the crazy pelt-like flowing beard spoke. “I AM the great muscle wizard, the master of the divine art of the exploding finger, BEAR HANS!” Then, the massive saurian parked outside the bar let out a building-shaking roar and shot off a random gout of flame into the air while stamping its thundering clawfeet - as if a rehearsed cue to announce his pr
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Literature
Yesaria: The Spirit of Mercy Ch. 3 (BTACDragons)
Chapter 3: The Lamb
A crooked grin crossed his face, still bloodied with the specially-ordered raw meat that had been slipped through the door for lunch.
“Likewise, Miss Yesaria. Thought you'd never come. I've heard so much aboutcha.”
Yesaria stepped forward, armed with naught but a bucket and a washcloth. One of the guards shakily stepped forward as well – offering a slice of bonafide buncha-berry pie, the knife still in the pietray from having freshly cut the slice. “Oh, have you?”
“They say you treat us filthy blokes like, well, people. Ya wash our feetsies. Ya always bringing that healing oil stuff. And, just top it'all off, ya bring us baked goods. I've always wanted to show my...dearest appreciation..”
Yesaria kneeled before Jude, dipping her washcloth in the fresh clean water. “The goddess L'zayn's light should not discriminate based on past sins. We are all horribly flawed, yet capable of such more.” With her free hand, she
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Literature
Yesaria: The Spirit of Mercy Ch. 2 (BTACDragons)
Ch. 2: Honor thy Father
“Did you enjoy the pie I baked you for your birthday, Poppa?”
Warden Yosef looked up from the paperwork regarding the Sunfire Skinner. “Why yes, yes I did, Yesaria. Thank you, my little angel. What did you call it?”
“Bonafide Buncha-Berry pie!”
“Scrump-deli-icious. What's your secret?”
She giggled, and gave a smug, sly grin. “Love.”
“Oh come off it, that's...” He paused.
That's what the missus used to say. Marina was such a lovely lass. Back then, he was a lowly guard for the prison, and had to work long and hard to provide for her pregnancy. And that meant he couldn't be there for her.
He cast his eyes away. That's why he had to drag Yesaria to this horrid place – it was the only way he could have time to be both father and warden.
“Poppa?”
His gaze snapped back to Yesaria. “Indeed. The special ingredient everyone knows.” That's what Marina used to say, anyway.
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Literature
Yesaria: The Spirit of Mercy Ch. 1 (BTACDragons)
Chapter 1: Leading on your Knees.
“Warden Peter Yosef.”
A miniature parade of armored knights under Vystriana's banner lined up with a shriekan in tow, bound and shackled in chains as well as a rune-covered muzzle to prevent the mind-blowing scream that their people were known for. Scales were missing, scars and gashes covered his form, blood dripping from several areas upon his person.
“A helluva time, but we caught the Sunfire Skinner.”
The warden looked up, brow wrinkled from long hours at the desk and wandering up and down the halls of the prison. His beard bristled as he processed the information.
“So you want us to take in yet another psychopath?”
“Well. Given your prison's work with other criminals of this uh...caliber, we were hoping you could get him to calm down, too.”
“That's not my work you know.” A small smile crossed the warden's beard. “It's all due to my little girl.”
“Oh come off it, I'm on b
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Literature
Legend of the Winged Knight Ch. 16 (BTACDragons)
Chapter 16: Questioning
No matter how glorious the victory in a war, the clean-up was always something to dread. And the battle of D'issan was no different.
Many were wounded, injured, or dead, thanks in no small part to the tar beast, but also by the hands of man and dragon alike. Corpses charred to a crisp, riddled with arrows, pierced with spears which lay broken at another corpse's side.
And whether it was a small fishing and farming village like Kriss, or a bustling center of civilization like D'issan, the Word of Daama was clear – the dead were to be sent off with dignity, no matter friend or foe.
And so, as Kari deposited the drunken orc in their room for the night, the angel stepped out of the room and shut the door quietly behind her, clad only in a simple, ragged tunic. She then left her companion in the efforts to build the bonfire through the night, helping carry the lumber to the ginormous pile in the center of the city square alongside the other drow and some of Cap
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Literature
Legend of the One Eyed Ripper Ch. 4 (BTACDragons)
Chapter 4: Brainmeats
Jack's wounds were healing faster than even he had anticipated. This was in no small part due to the expert care of the daughter of the doctor, Annabelle, who had been something of a nurse to both him and her father. Moreover, he had been cornered into resting and meditating under the guidance of the old woman, who he came to know as the local sage, Ning Su, who ran the local orphanage and monastery in the Darklights mountain range, northeast of Kriss.
Given that he was at the mercy of all of these individuals, he attempted to at least try the whole making nice shit.
It was about noon, and the various residents were eating lunch. Annabelle, Samuel, and a young xeriin boy – this one with a horn like a unicorn, were eating together in the little makeshift clinic.
To say the silence was awkward was a horrible understatement. Annabelle stared intently at her food, as if hoping to not stain her clean, simple white dress afforded to her by the monastery. Meanwhile
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Literature
Working Title: The Child Sacrifice
Untitled free verse poem
Echoes of a child's carefree laughter resonate mockingly
Through the halls of the dead man long since lost.
He had long since sacrificed the child upon the altar at Mt. Moriah.
Such a soul only seeks to be rested, and thus, does not dream.
Yet, The laughter of children returns within fertile ground
As the seed is planted into Mother Earth, and blooms
And his voice, his laughter returns - to rejoice.
And once again, a dream is birthed to restore the soul of man.
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Literature
The Presupposed Link Between Life/Morality (BTACD)
The Presupposed Link Between Life and Morality
In the wake of Lithmor's awakening, the resulting godstorm just claimed yet another Lord of our kingdom.
As I watch the milling about of the unenlightened peasant dregs below cannibalize each other both proverbially and literally, I was continuing with my projects, and as I worked, I meditated on the problems outside and prayed to Lethias for guidance. And in doing so, I reached an epiphany – one that I shall expound upon.
A presupposition of morality is that it is righteous and just to preserve sentient life.
I dare ask: Why?
I dare ask: How?
What makes sentient life – really, any life, worth preserving?
Life requires energy. It produces, and gives back. Oftentimes with an inefficient, nonequivalent exchange. While energy may not be destroyed, so much of it goes to waste when it is used on life.
Worse, life brings about a guarantee of suffering and pain, with no guarantee of joy, satisfaction, or fulfillment. Can any being cla
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Literature
For My Ancestors - Legend of Bloodline's Fang
Kurai, Year 5870
“General Tokugoro of the Norikara. I have a report.”
The ginormous, seven foot tall bronzed N'vaen demon, tiger-like stripes running down his tree trunk limbs and bared back, eyed the wolf Lethaos messenger of his patchless good eye. His wild, lion-like mane surrounding his face like a majestic radiant halo of fiery crimson hair swayed in the wind.
“The demons of the Death, Famine, and Pestilence kingdoms are to make an assault on Gojo Bridge.”
“...Clever. If we let them take control of that bridge, they essentially have us bottlenecked. We won't be able to push back effectively.”
“What do we do, General Tokugoro?”
“We fight to the last man to defend this point.”
“But General -”
He snatched the Lethaos by his armor with a single clawed hand. With a crazed grin, he gazed into the wolf demon's widened pupils. He spoke lowly. Slowly. “What in the blazing hells did you think I was gonna say, Shin
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Literature
Tears, Wash Away the Blood (BTACDragons)
“Did you fucking see that, mate!?”
“Slaughtered Forrest and Canare! Tore through 'em like nothin!”
“Fuck 'em, just keep runnin' you morons!”
The three hooded and cloaked xeriin fled the cave under the cover of darkness, pursued by that which they could not see, their rapid footfalls barely tapping against the stone floor as they fled from their pursuer.
Every which way, the shadows of the forest seemed to move just a bit, just an inch. A rustle of a tree. A blur from behind the greenery The flicker of the stars, of the moon. Flutter of an owl, of a wolf, it could be any of them.
“Shit shit shit, it could be anywhere!”
“Boys, can it, we're almost there! Almost home free! The courtyard's just ahead – we'll take fli-”
“AUUUGH!”
The two hooded xeriins at the front turned their gaze to a horrific sight – the black shadow's blade had been shoved through their companion's chest, blood still running down the ed
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Literature
Legend of the Winged Knight Ch. 15 (BTACDragons)
Chapter 15: Disillusioned
The party had left her spent. While Kari had insisted on not drinking, she did allow herself to loosen up, and laugh along with all at the celebration within the Great Hall – and even though she had not partaken in drink, the laughter was its own aiding ale in helping forget about the pain in her wings.
Helping to steady an inebriated Liangyu, the two made their way down one of the streets to the inn they were afforded for the next few nights. In spite of Liangyu's stumbling causing her to be a little unsteady herself given her companion's hefty weight, Kari found herself comforted by the arm around her shoulder, even if it was mostly for the orc to support herself.
“Yer the best, ya knows that,” the orc grinned with a drunken tusky smile. “Always helping peeps out.”
“Unless they're marked the enemy,” a voice from the alleyways uttered.
Kari's gaze snapped to the intruder, eyes flashing with panic. Remeira stepped from
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Literature
Legend of the Winged Knight Ch. 14 (BTACDragons)
Chapter 14: Humility
The Winged Knight was not one for parties. As such, they stood off in the corner, sipping quietly from her glass, meditating on the effects of the day, her wings bandaged and wrapped with ointment-soaked bandages, the muscle having been singed, and the feathers in spots having been burned off. The healers had demanded she rest in spite of her protests – and she was essentially a prisoner of the earth until they healed.
For an avian, being grounded was like having both of her legs broken. Flying was freedom – to have movement stripped from her was a fate worse than death.
Yet, worse than her tenderized, burned, patchy wings was the memory of the drowess. What about her had made her nearly lose her vow? What about her nearly made her take life in the name of vengeance alone?
Was it that, maybe, she was...?
It was then Aurelius, still in commander's regalia, coughed sharply, jolting her out of her thoughts. With him stood a young, blonde-haired Heartwoodia
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  • Listening to: Rhapsody of the Forsaken - Castlevania: OoE
  • Playing: Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia
  • Drinking: Cookie Dough Iced Coffee from Dunkin Donuts
Rereading ch. 16 and 17 of Winged Knight to iron out kinks...thinking I might need to rework them. I think I may have really rushed the romance in my eagerness. :/

FML. So mad at myself. Sometimes I wonder why I bother.

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