I... don't really have words, Dalton.
I LOVE it. Thanks!
(also wow Caid in that last panel tho <3 )
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Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 14 November 2017 - 07:22 AM
Your affinity for summing up the state of modern culture and social media while juxtaposing it with fantasy characters is absolutely splendid! Your capacity for cruelty to your own characters is...worrisome...however.
Still, all of these were great fun to read! I have a few prompts to suggest, if you like:
- Caiden vs. Plexaura - Embarrassing childhood photo sharing
- Kye asks a girl on a date (maybe modern Febriel?)
- First taste of battle - any character
- Tom trips into someone important, has to charm his way out of it Edit: Bonus points if it's someone he can't/doesn't want to seduce, but knows he shouldn't fight. But if you want to show him putting his famous moves on, I won't complain.
Oh, you have only just begun to see my capacity for cruelty to my own characters... >.>
I'll definitely write some of these sometime! Thanks for the prompts, Cappy!
And I come bearing another drabble. I'll just copy my post from my Tumblr and put it here, for simplicity, since that way I don't have to do the formatting over again.
A thing inspired by Guild Wars 2 RPs with Taff, by her suggestion, about her OC, Sadja Shielding, and my OC, Caiden Voros. I must say, I’m very glad I started playing GW2 with her (you probably saw the previous post about it that I shared from Taff’s blog). Not only is it fun in its own right, but getting to know Sadja is an absolute joy. She’s the best.
I had to wait until I was a little high on I’m-staying-up-too-late feelings to muster up the courage to actually write this, because I have no confidence writing other people’s characters. Especially if I really, really like those characters.
So, here it is, for better or for worse. But I can say one thing - this was an absolute blast to write.
Warning: shameless cuddling. In the “I’m cold, let’s share warmth” kind of way. Maybe. Mostly. Arguably. Sort of.
Snow. Everywhere. Everything was freezing, and the sparse braziers emitted only enough heat to provoke memories of what warmth was supposed to feel like. The entire region was so cold that the damn ships were made out of icebergs, with wood – from somewhere, maybe imported? – haphazardly stuck around to form walls and walkways. Some big, messy sails poked up in various places, theoretically to make the ‘ship’ move. Although Sadja had never actually seen one of these moving. So why the hell were there sails on them?
Not that it was a concern at the moment. The only real concern right now was getting warm.
After running around freezing themselves to the bone all day, Sadja had found a decent enough place to try to get some rest. True, it was only a little corner of wood on the giant kodan (those were bear-people, by the way) iceberg-ship, but it was still warmer than anything covered in snow – which was, literally, everything else in the vicinity.
She had even found a big, thick fur to sleep under for an oversized blanket. The kodans didn’t have much use for that kind of thing, so she’d found one by poking around in a crate in a corner.
Glancing around, she decided Voros had backed down on their deal, after all, even after claiming he wouldn’t. And since all the kodans slept locked up in houses, she couldn’t mooch off their warmth instead.
Unceremoniously removing all her armor, overflowing bags, weapons, and assorted other gear, Sadja dumped it in a corner and rolled herself up in the fur. Maybe it would be warm enough, but probably not.
She started to doze, despite the cold, when something nudged her, and she awoke instantly. The recognizably large and muscle-bound form, one that definitely didn’t belong to a bear-man, disturbed her arguably warm makeshift-bedroll-sanctuary.
“You’re late,” Sadja ribbed as Voros pulled the blanket back over them both, like an awkward sleeping bag. He’d even come shirtless, so Sadja wormed her way out of her own shirt and threw it somewhere else, too.
“Almost thought you’d chickened out,” she prompted. It was so hard to get a rise out of this guy, and thus all the more rewarding when it actually worked.
“Told you I wouldn’t,” he replied a bit flatly. He finally slid his thick arms around her, though she noted just how tense those big muscles were.
“Relax, Voros,” Sadja said, perhaps a bit groggily, though she did pointedly turn over to steal more of his warmth by resting her face near his chest. Well, and to make him even more uncomfortable, because it was a little funny the way he squirmed for half a second afterward.
He just grunted again, somewhere deep in the chest she lay against, the sound even vaguer this time.
“So, hey,” she wondered aloud through a yawn as one hand lazily tried to travel south along his body, finding more than a few scars along the way to his navel, “do you have pants on?”
“Get some sleep, Sadja,” Caiden rumbled just as tiredly, removing one hand from around her only long enough to direct hers back up north somewhere.
“Mh,” he echoed – teasingly, at least for him. She heard a hint of a smile in his tone. For once. No doubt there wasn’t a trace of it actually on his face.
Then she added, “If you snore, I’m finding a kodan.”
“No you’re not.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“It’s a fact.”
Sadja grinned. Voros sounded pretty sure of himself, and like he cared quite a bit if she went off to make her bed with some bear-person instead. But she was too tired to keep this up, so she settled for snuggling far closer to him than ever would be allowed, especially when there was virtually no clothing involved, by the social norms Voros seemed to hold in such high regard.
Apparently sensing her giving out, Caiden said with a finality that implied the phrase would seal the deal and make her fall asleep, “Good night, Sadja.”
“Good night, Snoros,” she replied, just before tucking her face somewhere between his neck and chest to make sure her nose didn’t freeze and fall off in the night. He really was very warm.
Just before she dozed off, as Voros had planned, she thought she felt him pull her even closer, so close she could have solved the question regarding his pants, and put his face against her head. But, at that point, it was hard to tell… given she was already asleep.
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 08 November 2017 - 09:42 AM
Hey y'all, I got some video game news.
TODAY IS OCEY'S BIRTHDAY.
Everyone wish a happy birthday to our local entertainment overlord. You know you only enter these boards to read his amazing posts. Let us rejoice that he still graces us with his endless wit.
Happy birthday, Ocey!
(sorry, I only traffic in hot video game guy gifs of the Chris Redfield and Nathan Drake variety, so I will use them to express my joy)
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 02 November 2017 - 07:47 PM
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 31 October 2017 - 07:02 PM
I can answer this one pretty easily, overall. Although I usually use a variety of weapons, so the first one might've been hardest for me. I like pistols, but I usually traffic in some kind of rifles... overall, I'd have to say a straight-up assault rifle is my favorite. Because I'll be blunt - I'm a soldier. I'm a warrior. I'm tough as nails, a sharpshooter with various kind of rifles, and yet I also really, really want to get up in your face with a melee weapon. Or my fists.
So I went assault rifle/burst-fire rifle/sniper rifle, warrior/paladin/druid (the last one usually for when they can turn into werewolves in some games), and Narrativist.
I'm a complete and total narrativist. I am there for the story. Obviously I want to enjoy the gameplay, too, and I love any good simulation... but really, it's all about stories for me - stories, characters, emotions. I can play most any kind of game if the story draws me in. I enjoy an extremely wide variety of gameplay, and sometimes, even if I don't find the gameplay entirely fun, I'll keep playing just because I like the story. I get way too invested in a really and truly good video game story. Games have made me shed many tears and get many feels. And of course I way too invested in... certain characters...
So, yes, I'm absolutely 100% narrativist.
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 30 October 2017 - 03:30 PM
Well he was inspiring, at least to the right crowd. I'll see what I can do, maybe. But yeah - you're free to supply prompts to me here. I'd love to fill some out. Especially prompts regarding some of my main characters, since I like developing them from every possible angle.
Sorry - forgot to update this thread when I wrote more prompts! I wrote these over a week ago, for the OCtober prompts going on over at the r/fanfic reddit. Since my friend is hosting it and encouraging me to participate, I did the week before last's prompt, although I had to skip this week since the prompt hit a little too close to some major future plot points in Wulfgard...
The prompt for this time was "give your character social media." I had an absolute blast with this one. My friend is trying to encourage me to write "Kye and Caiden displaced in modern times" ficlets, and I admit, it's awfully tempting. For this one, I wrote a prompt fill for Kye and one for Caiden. Mild language warning.
Social Media prompt - Kye
“Kye, look,” said Drake, as he handed Kye a flat, rectangular black thing. The demon-kin took it, tail flicking once in confusion. “This is the digital age, so it’s time you caught up. Here’s a smartphone, and I already set up a bunch of bullshit social media accounts, so you can screw around on there.”
Kye turned it over in his hands, his claws scraping the shiny finish. He made a face at it. “How’s it work?”
Drake clicked a little button on the side and a screen came on. He moved his finger around on it and things happened. Kye watched, dumbstruck.
“I’m afraid, ah… you’re gonna have to use it one-handed,” Drake pointed out. “Claws and touchscreens don’t mix. So look, here’s Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, blah blah blah…”
“What’re all those things?”
Drake thought about that for a second. “Well,” he replied, “Facebook is where you collect all these ‘friends’ you don’t really know and then brag about things you do to make all your non-friends on your friends list feel bad.”
Kye blinked. “That doesn’t sound very nice.”
“It isn’t. Twitter is where you post little tiny messages for brevity’s sake, I think it was started as some kinda artsy thing. But most people just make huge threads of messages anyway, so it defeats the point.”
“Aaand Instagram is for images. That’s mostly it.”
Kye furrowed his brow. “So… what’s the point?” He paused. “This seems like something demons of Pride would invent.”
Drake laughed. “They probably did, but you’re never gonna fit in with mortals if you ask questions like that. Now here, give it a shot…”
Kye flicked around blindly on the phone and ended up tapping a picture of some multicolored thing, which was apparently Instagram. And he was instantly assaulted by a picture of Drake standing over the corpse of a wyvern with a sword sticking out of its head. He was looking at the camera and giving a thumbs-up. The description read, “Beat @gnaeusthegreatest to that wyvern he mentioned. Try to keep up, buddy! #wrekt”
“Oh, yeah, all your accounts already follow mine,” Drake added casually. “‘Cause, y’know.”
“I don’t know,” Kye replied, quite honestly.
Drake frowned. “Well, there’s this whole…” he gestured vaguely. “Look, you’re not ready for me to talk about follower, ah, measuring yet. I’m gonna take you somewhere scenic and you can take some pictures, okay?”
Kye was completely lost.
But it didn’t take long for Drake to get him on the back of his motorcycle – because of course he had a motorcycle, and of course Kye had to ride on the back – and drive at breakneck speeds to some park somewhere. Kye lost track of where they were going when he shoved his face into the back of Drake’s shoulder and held on for dear life.
When they arrived, Kye promptly got to work. He had no trouble finding subjects for posts, as he was now surrounded by brightly-colored flowers, trees, singing birds, a running stream, sunshine, a blue sky with just enough puffy clouds of white to make perfect pictures, and… Well, anyway, it was a wonderland.
In an hour and a half, Kye returned to Drake, who was busy lounging in the shade of a tree. And Kye said flatly, “My phone won’t take anymore pictures.”
Drake took it and his eyes went wide. “Kye, you filled up this entire phone in less than two hours. The hell were you even doing?”
Kye rubbed the back of his neck. “I… was taking pictures of pretty things.”
Drake flipped through the great Instagram spam on the demon’s account. It was pictures of everything. Trees, bark, leaves, flowers, insects, birds, the sky, clouds, sunlight filtering through the leaves, and videos of birdsongs, videos of running water, videos of…
“You think everything is pretty,” Drake said flatly.
The descriptions were lackluster, though, especially given Kye had next to no idea what he was looking at half the time, so there were certainly no specifics on tree or flower types. One post read, “Pretty flower. #flowers”
Kye blushed fiercely and retorted in a mumble, “That stuff is pretty.”
Drake shrugged and said, “I won’t argue. You’re, uh… artistic, actually. These are really good. Although people like it if you slap a filter on things.”
Kye frowned. “They make it not pretty anymore.”
Drake couldn’t help but grin. Getting to his feet, he put an arm around Kye’s shoulders and led him back toward the dreaded motorcycle.
“C’mon,” he said, laughing, “let’s go get you the biggest memory card we can find.”
Social Media prompt - Caiden
Almost the instant he’d woken up that morning, Caiden had reminded Gwen they had another mission that day: apparently, some unknown threat had moved into a suburban area not far from where they lived. Locals kept shouting about pranksters. But all the evidence pointed toward ghouls. Big difference… not that most people knew that.
So, of course, it wasn’t long before Caiden was standing by the door, bristling with all his armor, guns, and gear, quadruple-checking a tricked-out assault rifle. Gwen sauntered over to him, all her weapons already holstered. But she paused when she reached her partner, as she realized he wasn’t checking his gun a fifth time. He was looking at his phone.
“You okay, Caid?” she asked, arching a long, thin brow. “You aren’t sick, are you?”
He gave a brief, quiet growl in his throat. “Tom said he likes my Twitter account.”
Gwen tried not to burst into laughter on the spot. “Did he now?”
Caiden was far too perceptive to let the innocent hint of a smile on her lips slip past him, and he held his smartphone up in her face. She was presented with a simplistic Twitter account page for one Caiden Voros, which had tweeted several things, all with the same hashtag:
“Eat it. #WWCD”
In a reply to the above tweet, “No or minimal chewing.”
“Narrow eye at it. #WWCD”
“Growl at it. Show teeth. #WWCD”
“Punch it. #WWCD”
“Maybe get a lip twitch. #WWCD”
There were assorted other tweets in the same vein. Gwen had to grin at her own handiwork.
“Knew it,” Caiden said flatly.
“It’s all in good fun, Caid,” Gwen replied, not at all worried that she would get punched or eaten… although Caiden narrowed his one blue eye at her, right on cue. “You said you never wanted a Twitter account, so I made one for you. You have a lot of fans.”
Caiden grunted. “Tell them to join the Venatori, then.” But he slid his phone back into a pocket, slung his assault rifle on his back, and turned to lay a hand on the doorknob. Gwen took the opportunity to slip her own phone from her pocket and quickly click it on, her thumbs working furiously.
Her partner stopped and looked back at her, watching silently for a second before prompting, “You ready?”
Gwen stayed logged into Caiden’s would-be Twitter account on her phone for moments just like this one. Her eyes darted over her tweet one final time…
“Focus on the mission. #WWCD”
And then she posted it.
Looking up at Caiden again and putting her phone away, she replied with a smile, “Let’s go.”
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 27 October 2017 - 08:27 PM
Time to ask more questions!
1: How much does the Inquisiton care about the mistreatment of Magi (i.e. burning them at the stake, experimenting on, etc).
2: What is the signifigence of the gauntlets that both Kye and Scaevius have?
3: How common is it for a normal human to have one of these gauntlets? I have an idea for a Templar character who only uses that to fight people with.
1. The Inquisition exists to try and protect not only innocent people from mages, but to protect mages from the angry mobs, namely those who would try to burn a mage at the stake. The Inquisition does execute violent magi, but only after what they deem a 'fair trial'. As for experiments, the Inquisition has now and then performed experiments on some mages who were destructive and would ordinarily be sentenced to death for their crimes, anyway; they do not, however, normally experiment upon the mages who cause no trouble and live peacefully in Karak du Vide, and they do not approve of performing experiments on mages otherwise.
2. You'll find out.
3. The short answer is, no one else would have a gauntlet quite like Scaevius's. It is a unique artifact of godly power that will play an important role in later stories.
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 24 October 2017 - 06:32 PM
As Allya attempted to connect with her own soul and those around her, she realized... the demon was right. It was difficult to pinpoint such a thing as a binding on the soul, but she could all but sense a weight hanging on each and every one of them - except the odd, short elf girl ((Percula)) who had seemingly appeared mysteriously in their group. And there was something else also, lingering in the soul of that muscular Venator the elf was always lingering near ((Caiden)).
But whatever the case, it was undeniable: there was something affecting them. If it was specifically a binding, she couldn't be sure, but there was certainly something there.
The argument that took place happened so quickly that Caiden couldn't get a word in edgewise. So, instead, he stood with his hands on his hips, his eye glancing to each person in turn as they spoke.
Finally, Huo said as he held out the two books, "I do have something that could potentially help us. We found these while searching the Temple. One of the Venators - ah, I'm sorry, I don't know your name - said that one book was written in Dwarven, and the other in Demonic. Does anyone here know how to read either one?"
"Caiden Voros of Redfield," he offered simply.
Meanwhile, however, Korvarl and Allya took the book in Dwarven and the book in Demonic, respectively, each glancing through them...
Korvarl's was a bit lengthier, but he quickly figured out what the book was about...
The book focused almost exclusively on holy rituals - and a few unholy ones. It details the banishment of a demon, as long as it is trapped within a summoning circle. It also details how the binding runes in summoning circles, such as used to summon and bind demons, could also be used to summon and bind a celestial. However, it is far harder to summon any kind of celestial, especially one of any notable power, without first offering genuine reason for the angel to intervene, as celestials are not meant to enter the mortal realm.
The book also details various kind of celestial beings, their nature, and how to communicate well with them. It also assures the reader that they probably will be unable to beseech the celestial for help, and this is one reason why many turn to the summoning of demons instead.
As Allya knew well, Demonic was always difficult to read - but she had learned well how to understand it reasonably quickly...
The book is about demonic rituals and bindings. Specifically, it details how to summon an immensely powerful demon... such as, she assumed, Xiraloc - or perhaps even a greater one, even an archdemon itself. According to the book, it is not hard to acquire their aid after being summoned, as long as one is willing to sacrifice something.
It is nigh-upon impossible to summon something as powerful as an archdemon, yet this book states fairly simply how. And with the preexisting summoning circle the others mentioned in the temple, this book could be used to summon a demon equal to, or greater than, Xiraloc's power.
She also finds a strange note scrawled in the corner, this one in a fine hand, yet still written in demonic...
"To be spoken aloud in the presence of demons, to compel the truth from them.
VERNOX ZIRALA ACH YUSTAROSH ANGRA-MAINYU"
((I'm feeling too lazy to bother with PMs, so instead, have spoilered sections for those actually capable of, and reading, the books.))
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 19 October 2017 - 09:24 PM
Yes, you're all free to go back up the stairs and into the main hall (which I already described, so no new description is necessary). Xiraloc has been sleeping here for a very long time, so a few adventurers tiptoeing up or down the stairs won't wake him, especially since no one did anything more than that.
If I didn't want you guys to be able to go back and forth freely at this point, I would've said something when people did it. Though I do appreciate the caution.
Everyone is free to go wherever they please, at the moment, although at this point I would recommend having that rendezvous over the books, the demon in the circle, Xiraloc, etc.
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 17 October 2017 - 06:20 PM
Basically, EA said, "We can't have an Uncharted clone, because that wouldn't be like every other single video game made today that's open world with tons of microtransactions and possibly its own currency and five billion flags to collect and some harebrained excuse of a level-up system. We need to have a game people will keep throwing money at, so we're ditching our original direction.
Oh and [offhandedly] we're completely dismantling an entire studio, too. But you only care about us making more open-ended crap with new DLC speeder armor every week, right?"
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 12 October 2017 - 05:18 PM
Shaking her head, Perky stayed close to Caiden as they made their way out of the damned temple. “Welp, guess it’s about time we found where everyone else went…” She sighed, keeping an eye out.
Caiden nodded. When Huo said something more to the demon in a language none of them could understand, Caiden made an odd noise low in his throat and glanced at Percula again.
"He's not very subtle," the Venator muttered to Percula under his breath.
"Hopefully keeping away from this kind of trouble," said Garandros, in response to Percula, as he joined them. "I'm not optimistic."
Caiden, in an unsurprising gesture, simply nodded in agreement.
Agethar and Malvolio searched around in some nearby buildings for rope, but they could find nothing of the sort.
Korvarl and Elnira, meanwhile, prepared to enter the pipe system. Elnira attempted to pass Mr. Whiskers off to Valya, but the cat was decidedly not in favor of that option, as he hissed and squirmed out of Elnira's hands the moment he was thrust in Valya's direction. He landed on his feet and padded over near Allya instead, fluffed up and flustered and eying Valya cautiously.
But the dwarves entered the pipe, one after another - with Korvarl in the lead, of course...
Meanwhile, Caiden, Percula, Garandros, and Huo arrived from the temple, just as the dwarves entered the pipe.
Korval and Elnira crawled through the dismal, narrow pipes deep into the underbelly of the clanhall. Once or twice, they nearly got lost - not that they had any real idea of where they were going. Eventually, however, they found an exit into what seemed to be an old, abandoned bathhouse in the clanhall. Climbing out, they made their way to the main entrance, passing by many empty, lifeless, once-beautiful rooms and down matching halls... but Elnira, looking around for anything else of interest about this ancient civilization, was surprised to see that most all the rooms seemed pick clean of anything remotely valuable. The clanhall was even barer than the buildings outside.
Upon reaching the entrance, however, they found that the giant doors had no mechanism to operate them. On either side of the entrance stood massive, towering golems as high as the great doors themselves - but they were still and devoid of magic, their stone would-be faces smashed and any sign of the runes that powered them was smashed with it.
However, they managed to find the golden portcullis again, and Korvarl located a winch to raise the gate. Lifting it, Elnira went under and informed the others of their means inside. They had to enter one-by-one, as narrow as the passage was, and Percula was afraid Caiden was going to get stuck.
But, soon enough, everyone stood in the middle of the clanhall... the great, empty, silent clanhall. There were some smashed-open doors at the top of two staircases on either side of the massive room, but searching the upstairs revealed nothing of interest. Just like the rooms Elnira had looked around in before, every inch of this place had been looted.
That only left one more way to go... down.
Korvarl led the way down some interior halls, his knowledge of Dwarven craftsmanship making it easy for him to figure out where the vaults would be located. The opening to the vaults was smashed open, as well, leaving what was once a great door as little more than a pile of dust and rubble. Everyone stepped around the debris and descended a long, deep, spiral staircase leading straight into the bowels of the clanhall... far beneath even Nidavellir itself. Apparently, this was where Clan Dimmlundar saw fit to keep their greatest treasures.
With every step they took deeper into the vaults, the sense of evil that had fallen over them the moment they first set foot in the Forbidden Halls grew even stronger. It was steadily becoming almost overwhelming. The smell of brimstone began to hang in the air as if they descended into a volcano.
And the staircase ended with an opening into a massive room with a surprisingly high ceiling, crafted of fine stone and lined with glimmering golden runes engraved into the walls...
Laying in the middle of the floor in that great room was a demon.
It was no small demon. It made the demon trapped in the temple almost look like a man. This demon was gargantuan, larger than anything any of them had ever seen. It looked almost like a giant cobra - a cobra was hellish red skin instead of snake scales, and a hood covered in horns, with massive fangs protruding from its upper jaw at all times. His enormous coils spread across and snaked around the entire room. His eyes were shut, and he slept in utter silence - the only means of knowing he still lived was the waft and stink of his breath.
Those among them educated in demons ((Divine or Forbidden Lore)) knew immediately what this was. This was a demon of Malice... and one of almost godlike power. There was no possible way they could currently defeat an abomination such as this.
The evil in this room hung so thick it was almost hard to think. It sent shivers up their spines, left sweat on their faces, clouded their minds, and caused them to tremble in fear. It almost made them feel sick... and the horrible, stifling stench of pure sulfur didn't at all help. It was enough to make almost anyone want to heave up their entire stomach.
But, behind this slumbering demon, they saw light glinting off what could only be treasure, lighting the room behind the demon in a lustrous, golden glow... it must have been mountains and mountains of treasure, possibly putting to shame the hoard of even the greatest of dragons. And, perhaps, it even held Dainsleif, along with the keys to every other vault in the city.
There was, however, no means of getting around the demon. At least... not without waking him.
Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 11 October 2017 - 10:41 AM
Brief one, pulled out of a very old short story I never posted publicly.
Prompt, "Whump (your character loses something they love)"
Instantly, Kye surged to his feet – and so did Febriel. They rounded on each other, one staring at the other in equal shock and horror.
He knew instantly exactly what was going through her mind: he was a demon.
For a long moment, neither of them could speak. Finally, the pale-faced Febriel set her jaw and drew in a slow, deep breath, her hands shaking at her sides.
“I knew there was something wrong about you,” she said, her voice low.
But nothing about Kye was slow and measured – his heart pounded, his head hurt, his face was on fire, and he felt more emotions than he could even understand. He shook all over and stammered.
“I-it – it’s not like that!” he finally managed to sputter, his voice cracking. “I – I don’t – I’m not…!”
“Save your lies,” Febriel snapped. She sucked in a sharp breath and finished in a hiss, “Demon.”
Kye swallowed against the lump in his otherwise dry throat, his eyes burning with tears. “I’m not like them!” he suddenly cried. “I’m not evil! I’m not a monster!”
“I should slay you where you stand,” was Febriel’s only answer, though her voice wavered and came out weak.
“Please…” Kye breathed in desperation, almost ready to let his buckling knees finally give out. He managed to find his voice again and begged, “Febriel, please, just – just don’t leave me alone… I’m not like them – I’m not! You know I’m not!”
“Be glad,” Febriel went on, unable to speak without her voice shaking, “I’m letting you leave with your life. Go, Kye. If I ever see you again…”
“Don’t do this – please… I’m not like them…”
“I’ll kill you,” she finished, her voice low.
With that, she turned her back on him and strode off into the forest, not once looking over her shoulder. Kye collapsed, falling to his hands and knees. He watched her go, his great wings sagging by his sides as he trembled violently from head to toe with no idea what to do. He wanted to call out to her, to plead her to stop…
“Febriel!” he managed to cry out, but that was all. When he tried to raise his voice again, all that came out was a quiet whimper. “Don’t do this,” he sobbed, watching her disappear into the woods. “Don’t leave me alone again… Please… just – just… come back…”
Kye dropped onto his side, burying his face in his hands and giving in, sobbing and moaning uncontrollably. Everything he thought he was learning suddenly fell to pieces before his eyes. What he hoped was a new life and another chance, one he’d fought for tooth and claw, shattered like so much glass. His heart seared pain deep into his chest with every throbbing beat as if trying to tear itself in two.
For the first time in his life, he had felt something he’d never known – something he’d only heard mortals talk about as a strange concept… something he saw in their smiles, in their eyes, heard in their laughter. It had always been little more than a hopeless dream he’d chased after for his entire immortal life. Now he knew that feeling, and he knew what it was like to have it ripped from his very soul – when he was only just beginning to understand it.
For the first time in his life, he had been happy.