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Red's Homecoming 13
None were the wiser to what had occurred amongst the scented candles. A resting Treasor was unlikely to say anything either, though he did smile wide, unable to wipe it off his face as he rested against Red’s bosom. Red lay sprawled next him also resting, she gave him a playful nibble on his ear. He was a bit embarrassed as he groaned a bit, but it was a huge step up from the last time she had done it.
“You enjoy that gesture, don’t you,” he teased.
“Means something different this time.” She retorted caressing his muzzle.
"Good to hear, if it meant what it meant last time, I'd be insulted," he teased, giving her a soft nuzzling around her neck. "Tell me this isn't a one-off."
Red pressed against him, “It’s not. Lately you’ve made me feel like a lovestruck girl, I haven’t felt like that in a long time.” She confessed. “I don’t wish to cast you away, when you make me feel so special.”  
“...hav
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Red's Homecoming 12
The hospital was a quick enough ride, but Red’s thoughts were on the past few events. Ralar was silent- it wasn't his place to give his own opinion, but he did have the detectives conduct it in secret...lest Red have to deal with an angered Rhys again. They both knew that would happen.
Red was led to the room where Lorelei and Gray were recovering.
She stopped at Lorelei’s bed first. “Lorelei?” She whispered, the pretty blademaster was heavily bandaged and looked like she was asleep. Though her ear that wasn’t bandaged twitched at hearing Red.
Lorelei groaned.
“Guess we won't be crossing blades again any time soon.” Red muttered.
"Mmm, we will," she groaned out in a pained tone. "I might even let you win. Ya know, if you need to be cheered up."
Red chuckled at that, “Or maybe I should let you win, you did just get blown up. I’m glad you’re recovering well.”
“My pride would be insulted, so I’d let you win.
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A Matter Of Witches (Halloween Special)
The sun was dipping towards the horizon as the chill of night began to set in, the trees had changed color for the fall as they shed their leaves. Along the trodden worn English country road a lone horseman made his way.
The horse and rider didn’t seem to be riding with a purpose as they plodded along the road. He was clad in a large greatcoat draped over his shoulders, worn but still fine riding boots, simple britches and a silken shirt. A cavalry saber hung from his side and beneath his coat was a pair of flintlock pistols. Despite his face seemingly still youthful his green eyes were very tired, and his skin was bronzed and weathered from exposure to the elements. His hair was long and tied back in such a way as was popular with sailors. In fact there seemed to be something of the sea about him, despite being far from the coast.
The woods around him were still except the occasional rustle of a small woodland creature in the shrubbery. The sights and sounds were familiar to him
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“To the port now!” Red commanded and everyone followed, Rhys frowning the whole way. The general  had clearly been trying to say something, but nothing came to him since Arlon’s comm died with the explosion. Their first face was Treasor and Arlon. As stone faced as they were, the two were reluctant to let them in.
“Red, General,” Treasor sighed.
Red could see an emergency vehicle being loaded, “Report,” She ordered all business as Treasor made his report.
“Uh. Something set off the bomb. Luckily no one was at ground zero of the explosion. Another minute and...erm, Derror shielded Gamock and Arlon, they escaped with some hurt ears. Lorelei was the closest. She is having immediate attention,” he grunted, not feeling good about her chances.
“How bad is it? And what of Gray?”
“Lorelei wasn’t in the direct blast range, but she was peppered with shrapnel. A lot of it was around her chest, we don’t know h
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"You know, I think he likes you," The assassin mused when a bullet shot through the wrist he was holding Red with.
“...what?” the Pantheurian said blankly when a second crack broke through the air, blowing a hole through his heart. Rhys was similarly shocked when a third round pierced the beast’s throat. He gurgled some blood that welled in his mouth, staining his teeth as the assassin dropped to the floor leaving Red.
"Good shot," an aged Daedalian voice rang out, Rhys recognizing it as his one-eyed bodyguard, Arlon.
"I think I killed him too quickly," came out next in Treasor's disgruntled voice, though Red could tell it was a bit angrier than usual, and cold as he looked over the would-be royal killer. "I'm not sure he had enough time to think on what he did."
“Treasor!” Red cried out actually happy to see him. She fell over to her side as she tried to get up. There were others with Treasor and Arlon, and the two quickly ordered them to make a perimeter
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Gift piece: Kameilo meets Kairi
Kairi sighed as she brushed a lock of red hair behind her blue skinned elfin ear, she gazed at the poster displayed on the screen, she could feel the excitement from her companions Carols and Liva.
GravBall Tournament
Sign up today: Teams of four

“I don’t know I never even played sports.” Kairi sighed.
“So, you can fight in zero G training you can bounce a ball around.” Liva grunted.
The Gishtavin female had a slight snarl on her batlike muzzle.  
“I played a few times in school. It’s not hard.” This from Carols, or CC as she’d been dubbed since basic training,
she was a young blonde human woman.
“There’s just one problem.” Kairi said.
Her empathic abilities felt the disappointment from her companions, even before she spoke the next words.
“There’s only three of us!”
“We’ll find someone.” Liva grunted folding her arms and
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Red's Homecoming 9
Red slipped through the streets and out of the city unnoticed, which was a task in it’s own right, soon she was at the edge of the jungle with the ruins of an old watchtower that had crumbled long ago. Red was dressed in traditional Daedalian training robes, her only weapon was her Daedalian blade, she hadn’t even brought her dagger as a backup. She’d had the idea to come as early as possible to check for treachery. Red sniffed the air and put an ear to the ground, listening. She found Rhys on his knees, dressed in training garb as well, meditating not far from where her search pattern led. He was in deep thought, his blade sheathed in front of him.
If Red had been a different person she’d have attacked him then. But she wasn’t, he seemed to have had the same idea as her, and he seemed to be alone.
“I see you’ve honored your part.” Red remarked, if he hadn’t heard her then, he knew she was there now.
“I have nothing to hide, s
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Red's Homecoming 8
Treasor’s lessons went well and passed the time till they were given the all clear there were no other assassins. The human was identified as an offworld gun for hire. With the challenges starting to ramp up, both Red’s guards and Rhys’s soldiers were on vigilant watch for any outsiders as the next challenge was made so it would be more subtle.
There had been no word when the next phase of the trials would begin, Red found herself curious as to who was behind the rash of attacks her mind kept going to Rhys and his followers, eliminating her definitely would be in their advantage. She recalled the offer for a private chat. It could be an opportunity for her; or them. Red was pondering all possibilities in her bed when there was a knock at the door.
“A minute,” She said as she moved to the door and opened it. It was Gray, and he was quite happy to see her.
“Apologies to interrupt, I know Treasor said he’d handled a few lessons, but I must admit &
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Red and Rhys had taken their places and after cordial greetings the debate started. Milligan had taken center stage, a crowd of fifty daedalians watching.
‘“The next part of the trial is much more cerebral, but isn’t that what a good leader should have to be when the time comes for it? The trial of intelligence will have our two go head-to-head in an old style debate,” he said, nodding to both, their parties having been shooed off the stage. Gray shot her a smile, wishing her luck.
The debate started and Red knew immediately she was in trouble, Rhys proved far more knowledgeable on the immediate issues than she was, she kept having to ask for clarification. Milligan was happy to oblige, but after commenting on disabled veterans, Rhys's ears perked as he snaked the question, answering first
"Veterans. We have many fine warriors who survived to continue serving our people. We also have plenty who have given their lives...but there's just as many warriors who gave
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Red followed along behind Treasor, "You seem to be in good spirits, I was afraid you would still be taking things hard, since… you know. Our last interaction.”
Treasor seemed uneasy, but he didn’t break his demeanor. “Well, it hasn’t entered my mind since then. What I said before does stand, however.”
Red cursed herself for bringing the subject up, “Sorry to have reminded you.” She sighed.
“It is fine, your highness. I am glad you have forgiven me, and that I am still in my current position despite my...childishness.”
Red didn’t know quite what to say, once again at a loss for words with the guardsman. Soon it didn’t matter as Treasor found the bottles within a room that looked designed for such occasions, he found some dried meat too. They were joined by Gamock and Ralar.
“We’re having a party?” Gamock asked. “This doesn't count as drinking on duty right?”  
“No, it’s
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Gift Piece: Two swords and an Axe Maiden
Eliena sighed as she wiped her counter down for the fifth time that night. It was a slow night with only her regulars in for their drinks. She was a woman in her thirties, with braided auburn hair and a kindly face. She was the sole proprietor of the axe furrow inn, and a mother to a wonderful young son.
For years she’d told him entirely fictitious tales of her exploits as an adventurer. She’d told him the decorative axe was a weapon from her adventuring days, of fortunes one and lost and monsters slain. In reality she was but a innkeeper and the axe had been purchased from the local goods store.
All that had changed when she’d fallen in with a band of adventurers through a series of mishaps, then she’d been on a real adventure with her axe, fighting pirates, monsters and an evil wizard. Since then her life hadn’t been the same, she’d earned the name “Eliena the Axe maiden” and had found her secondhand axe was really enchanted. Since that
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Red's Homecoming 5
Red gave one last look at herself, she was now dressed in skins and wrappings around her feet, she held a spear in her hand and had her Daedalian blade on her hip, a primitive knife was strapped to her thigh where her tooth dagger normally was. Lorelei and her group had given their last good lucks, the only other person she would see was the handler who would pass off the reins of a Meanine bird. The preserve stretched before Red, miles of Daedaian jungle, her people were very adamant about conserving their planet. Red was surprised that the Sh’ra hadn't burned the jungles down during the occupation, they most likely left the jungles for the thrill of hunting Partisans and it’s resemblance to their own homeworld.
The Soohk’s were known to habitat north of where she currently was. They were fast too, finding one in a clearing would be a double edged sword. Red shook her head first she had to find the trail of one. It wasn’t long before she saw the handler approac
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(Trade) The rise of a paladin
Cynwrig looked across the rocky sea cliffs of his home, as the sun began to sink below the horizon. He would be leaving it on the morrow, perhaps he would never see it again.
The male otter smoothed out his tartan tunic, his rudder like tail thumping upon the soft green grass. The small island nation was nothing much to speak of in the grand scheme of the world but it was home.
Kneeling upon the grass he faced the sea and closed his eyes.
“Tyr, god of justice. I ask for your protection on my journey, I leave my home to serve thee better, and to bring swift justice to the bounders of this world. Guide my hand, steel my heart against the terrors of Veilwinter, and if I shall fall in battle then let it be for a just and noble cause.”
His homeland had been called upon by the grand church of Tyr for able bodied beasts to join the ranks of the paladins of Altarhome. Cynwig would become a squire, earn an apprenticeship to a paladin and soon become one himself. Brave ones were need
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Please, train me.” Red said drily as she went into fighting stance. Treasor waltzed up to her. She expected a punch to counter, but instead took a hard elbow to the snout.
Red grunted in pain at the blow.
"Watch your guard first of all," he growled as Red countered with a kick for the side of Treasor’s knee. The guard howled in pain, but not before grabbing Red in a choke.
Red tucked in and reached for Treasor’s head, she dropped her weight down to her knees and flipped him over. He growled before getting to his feet and aiming a knee strike to her solar plexis.
Red deflected the knee with her hands and followed up with an elbow strike of her own which he blocked. He was panting heavily before tackling her to the floor. Grabbing her wrists, he tried to pin her onto her back.
But she wasn’t going to let that happen, she brought her knee up to his stomach and pushed against the floor with her other leg,  rolling him over  as he flailed his arms to get a
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None were the wiser to what had occurred amongst the scented candles. A resting Treasor was unlikely to say anything either, though he did smile wide, unable to wipe it off his face as he rested against Red’s bosom. Red lay sprawled next him also resting, she gave him a playful nibble on his ear. He was a bit embarrassed as he groaned a bit, but it was a huge step up from the last time she had done it.

“You enjoy that gesture, don’t you,” he teased.

“Means something different this time.” She retorted caressing his muzzle.

"Good to hear, if it meant what it meant last time, I'd be insulted," he teased, giving her a soft nuzzling around her neck. "Tell me this isn't a one-off."

Red pressed against him, “It’s not. Lately you’ve made me feel like a lovestruck girl, I haven’t felt like that in a long time.” She confessed. “I don’t wish to cast you away, when you make me feel so special.”  

“...have I?” he said, embarrassed at being told such a thing. He glanced away, “That is kind of silly, I mean...I have not been ideal mate material,” he chuckled.

“It started when you actually opened up. Then you saved me.” Her ears twitched.

“Hmm, is that all?” he teased. “Just lucked out it was me who did those in that exact order.”

Red gazed at him, “No, there’s just something about you.” She ran a finger over his ear. “I guess we should make an appearance though.” She said sadly, not wanting the moment of blissfulness end.

“In a few minutes. I had express orders that you’ve had a rough day, your highness,” he grinned, his ear twitching as she touched it.

Red grinned at that, “Oh whatever shall we do?” She asked coyly. Treasor Rested on Red’s bosom.

“...I have no idea.”

Sometime later they finally left, Red smoothing her clothes out as best she could. Treasor was having even less luck, lamenting that he was not neat in undressing himself.

“No one would notice, yes?” he blurted out.

“Treasor, no one will question it unless you act suspicious, didn’t you learn that in the resistance?”

“Well, I was more frontline than anything. But yes, though this is far different than any smuggling operation,” his ear twitched.

Red looked around before giving him a quick peck, “Calm down, when I’m crowned I can choose who I want as mate, so if you’re worried about a scandal don’t be.” She gestured him along.

“You’d do that? I mean, not that you wouldn’t but...I didn’t expect to hear that is what I mean,” he said, glancing away in embarrassment.

“I think, maybe… I don’t…. Ah, you can be so frustrating.”  

“I’m sorry, I just second guess so much when I really should not. I’ll be honored to be chosen as yours.”

“Conversation for another time,” Red responded.

“Is it really? Because I think I’d make an interesting King,” he smirked.

Red flattened her ears, “You missed something in your studies. You’re guard captain, you would remain so unless you wish to have another take your place. So which title would you prefer? King-Consort or Captain of the guard?”

“I’m kidding,and I know my studies. Even if I could appoint the perfect royal guard, this is what I’ve become. But it’s OK, you know why?” he asked, patting her ear. With noone around he leaned in to give it a loving nibble.

Red let a squeak of surprise and joy out which probably would have earned some reproachful looks. “Had to get one in, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I will be your guardsman. But that’s not the point- you love me for who I am right now, I assume.”

“I do,” Red assured him.

“That’s why it doesn’t matter what you call me,” he grinned widely.

Red blushed beneath her fur. “I don’t care what you call me. Well in private, of course. Let’s just go, I'm hungry.”  he concurred, they were almost to the commissary when a messenger waved them down.

“I come on behalf of prime minister--’

“Yes Yes, that’s all well and good, I thought...you all had other assignments going on,” Treasor grunted, stopping himself from giving the politician a stiff arm on the way to the cafeteria.

“I’m to inform lady Rejita the next trial starts at three.”

Red glanced at the clock, “It’s past three already,”

“No, I mean in the morning. Also you are not to actually sleep till then.”

Red flattened her ears, “Is this a joke?”  

“What she means is that less than 12 Alliance hours ago we had a bombing attempt. We do have a suspect in custody, but that proves nothing, is it so safe to do this right now?” he grunted, not wanting to sleep deprive his now-secret lover.

“The trials will continue, security has been heightened, we must not allow the trials to be waylaid. Unless you’re trying to say she’s unprepared? A leader must always be prepared.”

Red’s fur bristled, she started to retort when Treasor spoke.

“Sir, she is prepared, but just know we did come from the hospital, visiting some of the victims. I would refrain from questioning her integrity.”  

“Of, course. We shall see her at the appointed time then.” He left at that as Red and Treasor stared blaster bolts at him, the informant doing his best to vacate the area.

“Unbelievable,” Red muttered.

“Indeed, he’s lucky he was never in my squad. He’d have gotten that mouth smacked out of him,” he growled before apologizing. ‘I tired you out a bit too much.”

Red blushed beneath her fur an ear twitching, “Hopefully it was worth it,”

“Me too,” he sighed. “No rest. I’ll call the Palace cooks. Whatever can give you long term energy for what’s to come.”

Red nodded, when the time came and she stood once again in parliament house she feared it was another debate as she saw Rhys take position behind a podium too. Although he was far from in perfect shape as he looked positively miserable. He stood tall for the sake of the challenge, but Red could see right through his facade.

She was willing to bet he felt worse than she did which was saying something, Red wanted to keel over and sleep, her eyes and ears drooped.  

“We are glad to see you both so...awake. Now, the challenge may seem unfair, but you never know when you’ll have to act and make decisions under pressure, at inopportune times. With that said, let us begin our trial, we will be asking general knowledge questions. Simple trivia and basic knowledge.” Milligan explained.

This sounds like one of those awful human gameshows. Red thought. Rhys had no visible reaction to the comments.

“I’ll ask a question, you will type your answers on the provided datapads, you have sixty seconds to answer. First question which ruler established the parliament?”

It was an easy question for Red, she typed out :King Tarvis: She looked up to see the results. That was the answer, a good start. Rhys managed to have the name sprout from his head...though he had managed to misspell the surname. And King.

“...I’ll give that one to you, General. Alright, the next question is another history one. What is the earliest known usage of gunpowder for ancient Daedalians?”

With only sixty seconds Red was hard pressed on how to answer, she typed out :Graath, kingdom: a now forgotten country they were believed to be the first to use gunpowder in war.  Rhys had about half of that answer written down when the time was up. He was in a bit of a daze now, unsure if he did it right or not.

“Umm, yes well...good effort to you both,” the prompter grunted before moving on.

“Here’s a curious case. A freight hauler driver was going the wrong way down the street, yet the constabulary didn’t stop him. Even though they saw him. Why?”  At that logical question, Rhys just stared at the host lackadaisy, never leaving his glare until the 60 seconds were up.

Red had her answer though, :He was walking: childish really. She couldn’t help notice Rhys hadn’t even made an attempt. It couldn’t have just been lack of sleep.

“...this one might be a bit more challenging then,” he grunted, looking down at his papers as Rhys rubbed his hand over his face.

“Which past queen was called, the beloved queen?”

Red shuddered at that, it could only be Tela known as the mad-queen a petty tyrant from ancient times, she insisted her subjects referred to her as their beloved queen. Red had her answer down. Rhys had written down the name of the queen after Tela’s ruling. Nothing too noteworthy, but it was a minor miracle the royal line hadn’t been decimated by that point. He at least spelled the name correctly.

“Perfect,” Rhys grumbled under his breath.

“Both correct, moving on. How many times can you take two away from a hundred?”

Rhys visibly growled, annoyed at the process of how things were going, but he steeled himself despite his displeasure.  Red started to calculate when it dawned on her it was a trick, she wrote out: Once then it’s not a hundred:

Rhys meanwhile was still calculating when the time was up. He sighed deeply again, taking the loss on that one.

"Next problem then… who commanded the 1st fleet during the invasion of Daedalia?”

Rhys looked down to his paper, before his face went blank. Red couldn’t beleive it, given his past how could he not remember admiral, Gorth? She wrote her answer feeling like se wasn’t really competing against him. Unlike the problem he had lost patience at, his mind seemed to be racing. Every time he thought he had an answer, he hesitated for fear of losing any dignity by getting it wrong. This happened a good 5 times before he started to write Gorth before being stopped partway through a G.

Finally, mercifully for Rhys the challenge was over, Red was declared he victor but she didn’t feel right about it. Rhys was not himself, Red had to find out if it was just exhaustion or something deeper, rival or not.  

As the building cleared out Red made her way to Rhys, Derror stood between them. “Rhys,” She called. “A quick word away from curious ears?”

“I really don’t feel like it” he brushed her off curtly, probably the most rude he’d been to her.

Red flattened her ears, “Yeah? Well I’d rather just go to bed myself, but I’m taking the time to do this, you can at least humour me.” She paused. “Sorry I’m cranky when I’m sleep deprived.”

“Perhaps I am too,” Rhys sighed. “Apologies, your highness. I will talk with you.”

The two moved to a more secluded area their guards keeping watch to make sure they weren’t interrupted.

“What’s going on with you? It’s not just the sleep deprivation is it?” Red cut to the chase.

“Admiral Gorth. I forgot. How could I have forgotten such a noble officer? Something is wrong with me….I don’t know what.”

Red tilted her head concerned. “I think I know. We had an attempted bombing after we, well vented the previous night, and your beloved is suspected of being a traitor. You have good reason to be distracted.”

“I thought I could power through it, but I..clearly didn’t. I did not end up seeing her. Worrying was all I could do.”

Red wanted to offer some comfort, “Maybe you should see her, give you some closure. There’s still a chance, a slight chance mind you, that maybe there’s more to this.”

“I understand. I just don’t want to hope when I’m needed… have you seen her?”

“No, I doubt she’d want to see me. She hates me, but you have my word I’ll chase down any new leads. We may be rivals but we are not enemies, and the trials are no good determining which of us is fit if one of us isn’t performing at their peak.”

“Of course, I’ve failed in doing that. You are a worthy successor, but I don’t want you to think you did not earn it. I will see her, then I will rest and be fit, but I wish...I will talk to her. I’m going to trust her, but at the end of the day, I thank you a thousand times  for agreeing to keep an open mind. I wish you two could stomach each other…”

Red inclined her head, “Till we meet again, whatever they throw at us next, I want you to be a worthy rival.”  

“I intend to become that again...Rejita, I must ask. Do you have anyone you...love?” he asked offhandedly.

Treasor’s face popped into her head, swiveling an ear back she replied, “Yes,” Not long ago she would have said no.

“Keep them safe,” he said, patting her on the shoulder. ‘If she is guilty, I promise to take it as best I can. My only regret would be that I could not sway her when I believed the love was real.”

With that the two parted, Red gathered her guards and they headed back to the palace. She had Treasor sitting by her during the drive. “That went too well,” Red said to him.  

“Did it? I’m glad, we’ve had enough bad things happen,” he said, visibly holding back an urge to kiss her.

“Yeah…” Red suddenly trailed off. Next thing Treasor knew she had fallen asleep on his shoulder.  Treasor glanced around to make sure no one was looking before pecking her on the cheek.

“We will plan when you wake then,” he said before driving off.

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The next day after Red had had a nice long sleep she spoke with Treasor about her concerns that perhaps Malisha wasn’t as guilty as she looked.

“We need to investigate further, I know we’ve got investigators but I want us to look into this.”

"Say no more Rejita...erm your highness, I'll contact Arlon. Maybe he has some insight as Rhy's left hand. It's noble of you to do this, as Malisha isn't doing herself many favors."

A short bit later Treasor informed her that Arlon had invited them over to an outpost by the jungles. He only said he was on the trail of something.  

"Odd place for an investigator to be..." Treasor mused. "I hope he's Ok."

“Must have found the trail of something.” Red muttered as she slipped behind a privacy screen, she had been wearing casual Daedalian clothes, but when she exited she was dressed in her old hunting guide clothes, a khaki coat, shorts, boots and a tank top. She’d buckled on her Daedalian blade and strapped her tooth dagger to her thigh.

“Let’s go,” She said.

"Uh, what are you wearing?" Treasor whined, his ears parting as he seemed embarrassed to say anything else.

“Call it my lucky outfit, we’re on the hunt aren’t we?” She paused, “What? You don’t think I look good in these clothes?” Treasor took a good long look at her. Despite the intimacy they had shared he turned, choosing to not give the honest truth.

"Err, those will do very well, human culture has its tastes," he said, zipping out of the room like he had something to hide.

Red swiveled an ear back and followed him.
The rules are simple: For the first 10 people to comment on this journal, I will go into your gallery and find the OC picture of yours I like the most, and feature it here! Don't tell me which ones to pick, It's supposed to be organic. If you don't have a picture I'll post a story part or something.
The original post said you had to post your own journal doing the same if you wanted a feature, but I won't enforce that! I will add the same rule jonwassing did though, which is.... you must tell me which of MY OC's is your favourite. Doesn't need to have a picture, just be one of the characters I have created.

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Agnes and Beocallum by 42Ly by jonwassing 

Going with Agnes: (Gal on the left) Was there any doubt? She's one of the characters from his story "A Matter Of Honor" Which I am slowly making my way through. She's just such a badass Celtic woman, I'm so loving it.

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Ways of Fate by 13Leagues

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Hold On - I WONT let you fall by Ferroth 

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Got to be Casey from his dieselpunk dystopia. I actually like this guy, must be his quirky attitude. He really makes me think of some film noir characters. Despite his indifference (who can blame him living in such a horrid world) and insistence that he's not good, I sort of feel he is actually a decent guy deep down. I might be wrong..... =P

3. :iconhamma-of-rammah:

Soooooo hard to choose I like a lot of his characters. Hamma, Dawson Hale, Eilena. But I had to make a decision, so I ultimately settled upon Arrona his wily simian thief. She's just so fun and I enjoy her narrative.  
The Mask of Kreen pt. 1If you ever happen to be in the tavern known as the Urchin’s Mire and you meet a man with three fingers, don’t believe a word he says. Otherwise, you may find yourself dangling from a windowsill while a Jakkera in armor is sniffing for your blood in the courtyard below. Ah, but do forgive me, I suppose I am getting a bit ahead of myself. Hanging above an over-muscled hyena creature can make a lady do that you know. Let me begin by introducing myself, yes? I, dear reader, am Aronna, the one and only. Well, at least that’s what my mother will tell you. I am what the ever so delightful humans of the city would call an Oid. Humanoid, to be precise. Human like, but not human, that is what my kind and many others are so lovingly referred to. Myself, in particular, am of a race known as the Sunkwai. Slender, graceful bodies, soft, downy fur and a moon shaped face with large almond eyes and delicate pursed lips. It’s really no wonder that so many of us end up in rather  

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The hospital was a quick enough ride, but Red’s thoughts were on the past few events. Ralar was silent- it wasn't his place to give his own opinion, but he did have the detectives conduct it in secret...lest Red have to deal with an angered Rhys again. They both knew that would happen.

Red was led to the room where Lorelei and Gray were recovering.

She stopped at Lorelei’s bed first. “Lorelei?” She whispered, the pretty blademaster was heavily bandaged and looked like she was asleep. Though her ear that wasn’t bandaged twitched at hearing Red.

Lorelei groaned.

“Guess we won't be crossing blades again any time soon.” Red muttered.

"Mmm, we will," she groaned out in a pained tone. "I might even let you win. Ya know, if you need to be cheered up."

Red chuckled at that, “Or maybe I should let you win, you did just get blown up. I’m glad you’re recovering well.”

“My pride would be insulted, so I’d let you win.” she smirked, “You weren’t hurt were you?” she grunted, having no idea Red wasn’t at the port.

“No Lorelei, I wasn’t near the port. Seems Malisha was behind everything though, we caught her with pretty damning evidence.”

“That bitch. We fought in the war together,” she groaned, a bit hurt despite her reputation. “To think she did a good job of winning people over. Heh, crazy for you to think I know.”

Red nodded, “You just get some rest. We need you back.”  

“In a bit. I can’t let you walk off sad and such, not when it’s going to stay in your head. I’m sorry I couldn’t disarm it.”

“It could have been worse. You did well.” Red assured her.  

“Of course. Are you going to be OK? It’s alright if you can’t, just don’t hold it in. You have enough problems.”

“I’ll be fine, you just concentrate on healing.”  

Lorelei sighed before nodding, though both of their ears perked when a familiar voice spoke out.

“She’s trying to help you know,” coughed out Gray, who was a few beds down.

“Gray,” Red exclaimed as she walked over to him. “Why were you at the port, at your age with a bomb near you?” It was Red’s turn to be cross.

“I followed out Gamock when we split up to look for the traitor, it was coincidence to be honest. Not my best thought,” he groaned.

Red sighed, “I’m just glad you’re alive, I was so worried.”

“I’m so sorry to have worried you. I am a bit too old for this, I just wanted to put this all behind us. Mmm, my chest is killing me, but I’ve always had a good heart, saved my life,” he joked.

Red swiveled an ear back, “Well it’s not like I can call you out for foolishness with my recent escapades. Next time though, just get out as soon as things seem dangerous. You’re too valuable.”

“Oh no, i’m just an old man whose read one too many books. You are the definition of valuable,” Gray groaned out, raising his hand to feel Red’s muzzle. She held it close for a time he pat her before smiling wide.

“My Rejita, I don’t intend to go anywhere. Not when you have so much more to learn, child.”

“Good, you’re not allowed to, consider that an order.” She said teasingly.

“One I plan to follow through on,” Gray said, motioning for an embrace, “But not before I request a hug since it may be awhile before I am at your side again.”

Red happily obliged him when the door swung open. She turned to see Treasor, probably returned from jailing Malisha.

“Treasor, what are you doing here?” Red asked.

"I came to check on you, Rejita. You got a bit away from me after the incident with Malisha. I am still your head guard."

Red pricked her ears forward, “Kind of you, I’m doing as well as can be expected.”

"Of course, I can only hope for so much. She's put away and under guard...though she’s not very talkative."

“That’s a first,” Red remarked.

"I concur," Treasor sighed before putting an arm on Red's shoulder. "Let's sweep that problem away for now though."

Red looked at him, he seemed so much more empathetic than when she first met him, she offered a smile. “Sounds good to me, I have enough to worry about. Thanks for being there, I know it’s your job and all, but thank you all the same.”

"Yes, well a lot of things are at stake now. I just..." he started to say when he stared into Red's eyes. He stopped, unable to form the rest of his words.

Red met his gaze, “You what?” She asked intrigued.

"I what?" he parroted, having lost his train of thought completely.

Red flattened her ears at that, “You were going to say something!” She said annoyed.

“Apologies, I was distracted by your eyes,” he said before realizing what he admitted.

“Very good Treasor, that’s how you woo a female,” Gray joked.

Red swiveled an ear back, “Don’t tease him, he’s not interested.” She looked at him again her muzzle parted, “Are you?”

“Oh, what’s a bodyguard to answer,” he mumbled aloud, giving an answer without saying a word as he failed to say anything.

“Treasor…” Red started to say when the doors were flung open again. In walked General Rhys, “Rejita,” he growled, looking for her.

“General,” She answered him. “You’ve heard then?”

“That I did,” he said, halfway between angry and ready to break down. Ralar and Treasor had positioned themselves between him and Red.

“I’m sorry, I know this must be painful for you.”

“You have no idea. Now, what were you doing in my home in the first place?” he accused.

“Following a lead, one I actually hoped was wrong.”

“I doubt you wished that,” Rhys grunted, his hand shaking.

Rejita folded her arms. “I’ll admit we didn’t get along, but I don’t take any pleasure in what I did, you heard of what we found? You have to admit the amount of evidence was overwhelming.”  

“...I still want to see it with my own eyes. I just...please, I have to see this for myself.”

Red’s tone softened, “Of course, you will. It’s in evidence right now. I’m sure we can arrange for you to examine it.”

‘In the meantime Malisha will remain in your custody. It may not be for the best to see her,” Rhys relented, looking at the floor.

“That’s your decision,” Red responded. “I won’t try to sway your opinion.” He moved to leave before his legs got shaky. He quickly found a seat to catch his breath.

Red pushed her guards aside and crossed to him.

“I know how much she meant to you, I can’t begin to express my sorrow for you.”  

Rhys scowled“We trusted each other during the war. At times, it was just us. Her because nobody wanted to be in a squad with the daughter of a traitor, and me because I stood up for her. How evil could someone be to wait that long, bond that much and still act? I refuse to believe that...but I shouldn’t. Not as a general,” he said, split in two.

“I can’t even begin to answer those questions.” Red replied, “All I know is what we found and she physically attacked me, neither of those things  put her in a good light. If you wish to see her you should. For now, go home, you need to get yourself together.”

“Not my home. I’ll have Arlon contact you where I end up, but she moved in not long ago. Too much of her is in that place. As dark as it sounds, she talked about proposing as a victory prize...not so cute now,” he grunted before stopping himself. “Apologies, I am sorry you were attacked. Your life was at risk and I haven’t so much as acknowledged it.”

“You’re distraught, I understand. Please take some time to refocus.”

‘I will look over the evidence and check for any further leads on the bomb. Then I will,” he said, forcing himself to his feet. “Guardsman Lorelei. Chronicler Aethelwulf. Thank you for your sacrifice, may you reach full recovery,” he said, saluting the two. Neither were able to return it, but Rhys understood. He moved to leave before his crossed mind made a bigger fool of himself.

Red shook her head, “Why is it we caught her and the victory feels hollow?”

“It’s not as black and white a situation as we had hoped, nor is she the ideal perpetrator.” Gray grunted from his bed. “Malisha is more complicated than either you or Rhys could hope for. I regret telling you about her past, this is my doing I feel.”

“You give yourself too much credit.” Red replied. “Still now at least we won’t have assassins. I hope, now we focus on the trials.”

‘I think I should get you out of this hospital first off,” Treasor cut back in, steeling himself.

“Yes,” Red agreed. Treasor took her by the hand gingerly before exiting the room, giving a farewell to Lorelei and Gray, who both did their best to wave off Red.

“Apologies for any inappropriate behaviour.”

“Oh,” Red responded, “Yes of course.” She said, “No need to worry. Shall we move on then?”

Though within, Red couldn’t help but think of Treasor as something a bit more than her guard captain. She shook the thoughts away.

“Of course, lt us clear our thoughts.,” he grunted before trotting off, he was clearly nervous. More nervous than she’d ever seen him. Red sighed, as they left for the hospital for the palace. He was quiet deep in his own thoughts.

Eventually the two entered a dimly lit room, all manner of pleasant aromas filled the room coming from candles. Soft music played in the background, cushions lay strewn about this was how Daedalians unwound, a treat for the senses.

“Been some time,” Red said as she sat crosslegged on a cushion, she saw Treasor sit at a respectful distance from her.  

"This place always does wonders for me. Can't imagine doing anything other than lighting up the candles after how the last two days have been," he grunted, taking in a deep breath, enjoying the whiff. "Like a dewy forest, without the bugs."

“Mmmhmm,” Red responded as she sat taking in everything, her eyes shut. “This was a good idea.”  

"Agreed. Though as relaxing as it is, I've had much time to think. I'm sorry this all happened Rejita. I had no power to prevent any of this for all my training and experience. I promise to try harder."

“We were against a cunning foe, and I’m still alive, you did well. Still improvement never hurts, just don’t beat yourself up.”

"In this room? I don't intend to, I just wanted to apologize now that things have slowed down."

Red’s ear’s parted, “You don’t have to apologize to me.”

"Of course I do," he frowned back.

“Treasor,” She said in a stern voice, “You’ve done well, I’m not angry and I’m not disappointed. Beside with all the foolish things I’ve done I should be thanking you for your patience.”  

"Things haven't been ideal for your return. In all honesty. I'm amazed you haven't wanted to leave after everything. Nobody would blame you."

“I won't lie and say I haven’t thought about it. But that would be selfish, this is bigger than me.”

"It is. But you are more than a royal. You are your own person. All this time I tried to not think of that part, you were going to save Daedalia. I didn't want to get to know you."

“Really? I never would have guessed.” Red remarked sarcastically, “But you did,”

"Against my best attempts..."

Red leaned forward a bit, “I’m glad you did. You’ve become much better company from when we first met, and I learned you’re an interesting Daedalian. Teacher, soldier, even a friend to me.”

"We are friends aren't we" his ears parted, embarrassed. "That's more than fine now. I look at you and I see..." he stopped like last time.

“What?” She prodded, a flutter in her stomach.

"I don't know, Im sorry," he grunted.

Red’s ears went down, “Oh,” She said disappointed. She opened her mouth to say something then closed it, going back to relaxing.”

"Rejita. OK, I do know, but you wouldn't...believe me."

“You’re not making any sense.” Red stated. She picked herself up and sat down closer to Treasor, “Talk to me, tell me what’s going on.”

Treasor’s ears twitched. "You're beautiful. Obviously, but now it's what's on my mind when I see you."

Red felt the flutter feeling again, she thought of him carrying her and his recent kindness.

“Are you trying to say what, I think you are?” She asked leaning closer. Treasor backed up nervously.

"Y- yes," he whimpered, not wanting to stare.

Red lowered her ears, she didn’t like seeing him like this, she thought of him as being strong and confident, she reached out and put her hand to his face. “I’ve got to say something too.” She said in a whispered tone.

"The floor is yours," Treasor grunted.

Red tried to find the words but stopped, she was tongue tied, she was never tongue tied. Her muzzle opened and shut and her ears flattened in frustration. “I… well… I…. you make me….” She flung up her hands in frustration.  

"That's how I feel too, your highness," he chuckled. "Your Highness...that's why I don't want to do anything. I'm just your bodyguard, I am attracted to you, Rejita. This is inappropriate though."

Red suddenly growled as she put her hand behind his neck and pulled him close, she kissed him then, before drawing back.

“I… Treasor..” She suddenly seemed embarrassed Treasor’s hand going behind her head.

“Tell me if I should stop,” he quickly said, freezing in his tracks.

“No…” Red responded.

“No, stop?” he asked nervously.  

“Don’t stop you dope.” She said.

Treasor blushed before kissing Red without another word. The two sat there kissing for a time, Red couldn’t think of anything else but the two of them. Treasor had the same thoughts, running his hand down her back as he continued.

“I feel like a hypocrite,” he grunted, embarrassed but unable to stop looking into her eyes.

Red met his gaze and arched her back in response to his ministrations, “Does it feel right?”  

“It does, but I should tell you, if Gray saw this, I’d receive quite the beating.”

Red chuckled. “You’re scared of Gray? Don’t worry about him, I’d handle him.” She wrapped her arms around Treasor and he nuzzled her neck,

“You know, I never imagined this would happen. If things do go wrong, you can blame the candles,” he joked before kissing her again with a passion she didn’t know he had.

“Mmm,” Red responded as she reciprocated and pulled him down with her.  He was shocked, whimpering as he was taken down. His heart was racing as was Red’s.

“...so what are we going to do?” he asked, dumbfounded as he stared at her like a hopeless romantic.

“We’ll figure it out,” She responded rolling him over.
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The rules are simple: For the first 10 people to comment on this journal, I will go into your gallery and find the OC picture of yours I like the most, and feature it here! Don't tell me which ones to pick, It's supposed to be organic. If you don't have a picture I'll post a story part or something.
The original post said you had to post your own journal doing the same if you wanted a feature, but I won't enforce that! I will add the same rule jonwassing did though, which is.... you must tell me which of MY OC's is your favourite. Doesn't need to have a picture, just be one of the characters I have created.

So you want a feature? Tell me who you like and I'll feature you here. I got to alter this though and give two shoutouts for free, one because he started this with me, and another just because I really want to feature her character.

Freebie: :iconjonwassing: Cause you introduced me to this.

Agnes and Beocallum by 42Ly by jonwassing 

Going with Agnes: (Gal on the left) Was there any doubt? She's one of the characters from his story "A Matter Of Honor" Which I am slowly making my way through. She's just such a badass Celtic woman, I'm so loving it.

Freebie: :icon13leagues: Cause you're awesome.

Ways of Fate by 13Leagues

Going with Nyx, I just love her design, I like she's not a pale European as we usually see in fantasies. I think it makes her unique and from the few bits I've gleaned from you she sounds like a well rounded character. 

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Kameilo of course, I like her heroic qualities, her determination, her kindness, her unique alien design. A lot to love here, and I especially liked her teaming up with Red. They were a great combo, sisters in all but blood.  

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Got to be Casey from his dieselpunk dystopia. I actually like this guy, must be his quirky attitude. He really makes me think of some film noir characters. Despite his indifference (who can blame him living in such a horrid world) and insistence that he's not good, I sort of feel he is actually a decent guy deep down. I might be wrong..... =P

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Soooooo hard to choose I like a lot of his characters. Hamma, Dawson Hale, Eilena. But I had to make a decision, so I ultimately settled upon Arrona his wily simian thief. She's just so fun and I enjoy her narrative.  
The Mask of Kreen pt. 1If you ever happen to be in the tavern known as the Urchin’s Mire and you meet a man with three fingers, don’t believe a word he says. Otherwise, you may find yourself dangling from a windowsill while a Jakkera in armor is sniffing for your blood in the courtyard below. Ah, but do forgive me, I suppose I am getting a bit ahead of myself. Hanging above an over-muscled hyena creature can make a lady do that you know. Let me begin by introducing myself, yes? I, dear reader, am Aronna, the one and only. Well, at least that’s what my mother will tell you. I am what the ever so delightful humans of the city would call an Oid. Humanoid, to be precise. Human like, but not human, that is what my kind and many others are so lovingly referred to. Myself, in particular, am of a race known as the Sunkwai. Slender, graceful bodies, soft, downy fur and a moon shaped face with large almond eyes and delicate pursed lips. It’s really no wonder that so many of us end up in rather  

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I'm more of a writer than an artists, and something of a photographer, I love looking at other peoples drawings so many of them have such inpressive skills.

I have many interests, mostly I like writing whenever I have the spare time and oft times I find myself wishing I could draw my characters as well as write about them.

I'm a fan of many kinds of art and I jut got sick of not being able to comment on all the brillant pieces of art on this site, so I made an account. I have gotten more involved with his site recently because I love sharing my stories and getting feedback, I live for it! Nah, not that much but it does make my day.

I am now an official author, having sold my first short story: Comes a Hunter featured in this collection www.amazon.com/Bardic-Tales-Sa…

If you ever read it give me some feedback!

Want to ask my OC's a question? Check it out! Ask my characters anything!! (Updated)UPDATED TO INCLUDE: Draknor, Kairi, Onna, Kashikoi, and Fortune
So I've seen a lot of Deviants do this before and thought I'd give it a go, especially now that I've introduced a lot of my characters to all of you. Basically you post a question addressed to one or more of my characters and they have to answer you. I thought this would be a fun thing and maybe soe of your questions would get my creative juices going. Maybe you'll ask something I never thought of?
Anyways just have fun with this the questions can range from serious like: "What was your greatest challenge?"
Mundane: "How old are you?"
Or silly: "What color underwear do you wear?" 
Be warned they will respond in character, so if you ask someone from a medieval fantasy what their favorite videogame is they won't know what you're talking about. =P 
There has got to be something you've always wondered, so let's introduce our people:
Red: The Daedalian (Anthro Jackal alie


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Bonsoir cher ami Hug


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C'est un plaisir de t'avoir parmi nous


Je te souhaite beaucoup de plaisir sur le groupe. Si tu la moindre question ou requête n'hésite pas à me contacter ou un autre membre du staff :-) (Smile)


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merci pour l'accueil chaleureux
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mais de rien :-) c'est tout naturel :hug:
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Thanks so much for the watch :)
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You're welcome.

We writers got to stick together, feel free to peruse mygallery
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I shall. Thank you :)
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