Sorry that I couldn't include everyone theres a crud ton of them! SO many I couldn't fit them all in the picture
What's on your mind?
I know Eclipse Furies where already created, but, you see, Before I joined the wiki, I created a fan-dragon called Eclipse Furies. They where completely different from the ones that are already on the wiki.
Do you think it would be taken badly if I made a page for them? (Don’t worry I’ll specify that they’re not Miaou9 and Robynneedsfood’s Eclipse Furies)
Hullo there! Welcome to yet another round of Este procrastinating her writing. I'm working on the next chapter of What the Darkness Kills, but I've been procrastinating a bit because of reasons. But I did write a little tiny short poem to represent the story because w h y n o t ? I kinda suck at poetry, especially considering the fact that the majority of my poems are written around the early morning hours, when I should have been asleep long ago.
What would happen if I died?
Would anyone have cried?
Would she love me at long last?
Would my death leave her aghast?
What if I died today?
Never again would I fly, nay.
Would she miss our conversations?
Or would she move to new innovations?
If I died…
Would much be lost?
Would others forget me without a second thought?
The update is coming soon! Stay tuned :D
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"Cinder, my good lad, have you heard of the great news lately?" An old and aging Typhoomerang spoke slowly, craning his long neck towards the Monstrous Nightmare.
"Nay my good friend. What is the news of? Tell me then, Burn." The Nightmare questioned as they sat on a river's bank, observing the currents.
The old Typhoomerang creaked and held his wing close to his snout, as if what he was saying was a top secret. " The Blue Blood King! He's back, Cinder!" He whispered enthusiastically, his yellow eyes shimmering with the bright hope.
The Nightmare was shocked, intrigued he asked some more, "Well, is he here? Did any of us see him?"
"Well, I myself haven't seen him of course, but I heard from Antelope that a few Spiral Flares had seen him flying by the mountains. This is good news, Cinder!" He cheered, oblivious to what his friend Cinder might say next.
Cinder snorted, he started doubting as soon as the 'seen,' part was mentioned.
"Burn, this is ridiculous. You know you can't trust those Spiral Flares, all they ever do is run their mouths and act all handsome. It's obvious that they're just making up lies so that they get more attention!" Cinder huffed, obviously he isn't a very trusting or nice dragon in terms of nature.
"Oh come on Cinder! You're always like this, why can't you just have hope for once? Didn't I tell you the time I saw him one time?" The Typhoomerang said, trying to change the stubborn Nightmare's mind.
"That one time you 'met' him was probably a dream. Don't you always mix real life events with your dreams? Look, I can't really have hope anymore, "he lied, " The Blue Blood lineage was killed off years ago, they have no chance of coming back, ever."
The Typhoomerang sighed, "Oh boy, you are always like this. Stubborn and unbelieving." He shook his head, sunken.
The Nightmare fumed, "That's because there is nothing to hope for! There's no more hope! We'll just be slave of the Red Death for eternity!" What don't you get about that!?
The Typhoomerang was taken aback, and looked at his friend with sorrow, "Cinder, but well, this is just... I just wanted to hope for something. All our lives, we have been working ourselves to near death for this monster, I just wish that maybe before we wilt away into nothing...at least we could have a taste of freedom. I just want to feel happy for something again, I want faith, Cinder."
The Nightmare laid down onto the ground and lowered his head, he knew how his friend felt. They were both getting old, and soon they will pass away due to old age. But by then, nothing would matter, as the Red Death would just replace them with new generations of dragons to torture.
It hit hard, he stared into the water with his buggy red eyes, and sighed. He felt sorry, he had been wrecking the dreams of his only friend, who had only wished for freedom. Rising up he muttered to Burn, who was still gazing into the ground, with his head hung low.
"Sigh... Burn, look, I'm sorry, but it's the harsh truth. Soon, we will die, yes, but I realize that, we should still have hope as long as we're breathing. They say hope is the last thing that dies, and I guess...as long as we keep it alive, do we...have a chance?" Cinder had no idea what he was saying, though he just wanted to try and comfort his pal, despite not being really good at that stuff.
The Typhoomerang grinned, the rows of yellowish teeth gleamed, "I knew you had it in you Cinder. Thank you."
Cinder grinned back, "Well of course! I'm, uh, great at stuff! Well heh, " He paused, looking at the sun, "It's almost noon, we should head back and prepare for the raids. Come on, let's go before we are late."
And with that, the two took off.
Hope rises, and evil shall die.
The Blue Blood King Shall Rise Again.
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Well done. You are correct. Chapter 4 of Capture. I started giving all the Chapters names and this one is called “Redemption”.
It’s longer than the other chapters but still quite short.
NOTE: This chapter won’t really make sense if you don’t read the others.
Here it is:
If you read it, please leave feedback or advise. Even a rating or something. I have gotten little responses so I don’t know if it’s just that people don’t have a lot to say or whether barely anyone is reading it. Thanks.
Tomorrow, I will try to draw Shattersword in digital art.
Yeah I know SO VERY VERY EXCITING. Anywho I'm doing everything wrong, I don't use a wire base like I should, I don't prepare to paint by using a base layer like I SHOULD because eeeh it's too much to do and I have better uses for paint.
How do I edit a page when I am on my phone?
I thought this would only be out tomorrow or the day after but here’s a pleasant surprise for the very few people who actually read and like it •_•
How wrong I was to think that there would only be 2 chapters. There will be 5 at least. Unlikely, but possibly, 6.
Edit: Wow- 2022 and lockdown is still on!!! Anyway, I have just finished Capture- Chapter 421. Do you remember 2 years ago when I thought there’d be 2? Boy, was I wrong!?
As always, I hope thou enjoyeth!
I just went from 2022 to the 17th century. Wow.
Please leave feedback and/or advise. Thanks.
Hiya Guys! Arachnid here! The chapter of TSK is finished! Sorry that I haven't written much so faar I got lazy! I hope you guys enjoy!
Thank you people who encouraged me to continue writing this book even though I felt like nobody enjoyed it! You helped me feel SO much better.
What have we become?
That was a question I had ever since I was a little girl.
Each day, I asked myself that question. I tried asking others but they refused to answer me, much to my disappointment.
But truly, what have we become? And what will we be in the future?
When I was the age of 7, I was a young girl, a sweet and simple child that had not yet witnessed the dark corners of the world. You can think of it as if everything had been covered in a bright sheet of sunshine, but as your body twists and morphs that sunshine will begin to be invaded by darkness.
Oh, how I remember the jolly old days, where I had kept my innocence, but alas, the pure soul of a child is something no one can keep forever.
It was simpler back then, we the children would hang out and play while the adults were off to do their work. I can remember how hard my father worked for our village. He was a fisherman, the men who row off on their steady boats off into the fierce ocean. They fought against the powerful tides and sea sickness, and everyday they would return back to the village with the fresh bounties of fish.
Father took great pride in his work. As he would say, "A fisherman was made for the sea! Afraid we are not!"
I admired my father as a great and respectable man.
My mother was one of the village's cooks. She would work day to day, stirring her large black pots over the cackling fire. Our hut would often smell like cooked meat and fish, and sometimes it would smell like rotten fish. Well, at least that's just how we used to prepare stuff, no one could keep fish around and expect it not to rot and stink.
We just had to deal with it. After all, piles of smelly fish were no big deal to the iron stomachs of Vikings.
Life was good. Life was peaceful.
And during the process, I have made a friend.
And oh, what a great friend he was! He brought so much more joy and happiness into my life.
He would often sneak by his place and we would climb the tall trees that grew in a nearby forest. He would sing his squeaky tunes, and I would laugh while he grinned. I shared my fish meals with him, and he loved them.
He was dopey and sweet, my perfect friend, my best friend. Sometimes, he would even come visit my house, even though it was prohibited. We got into many troubles together, but he could always get away with it, since he was tricky as Loki himself.
But one day, I never got to see him again. I got worried, but lost, I couldn't figure out anything.
I guessed that he must've left with his family due to the shortage of food. The seas were suddenly no longer giving us fish, and our livestock had been dying due to a fatal disease. Crops wilted and many lost their lives due to hunger.
But one day, my friend had returned to me, and he promised me that he would return tomorrow in the morning. I was delighted, finally being able to reunite with my friend after these harsh times.
Though, he never did show up.
I checked up on my mother, as I have been told that she finally got some meat for lunch. I had stepped into the room, peering from the door.
I saw something horrific.
There, in the hands of my mother, I saw it.
My friend's stomach slit open with the knife she was holding in her hands.
She carved the guts and entrails and let them splatter into the wooden bucket. The red smears of blood trickled from her hand into the floor. The rusted smell of blood drove me sick.
He was dead. The Terrible Terror was dead.
I ran away.
After I was called for lunch, my mother asked me why I was trembling. Scared to admit that I had been friends with a dragon, I excused it as nothing.
Father took a piece of the flesh, my friend's flesh into my plate.
And, with them all looking at me.
I took the piece of meat and I ate it.
I'm so sorry.
I was so hungry.
Now, I guess I finally know the answer to my question.
What have we become?
Tonnere flapped his massive wings in the air, sniffing occasionally for any scents of Hestia.
That wing was warm to Spirit, just like Hestias scales, and those Blood-tear eyes. Could it possibly mean that...?
Tonnere didn't like that thought. He pushed it into the back of his mind, yet knowing that it soon would come back once more.
Where could of that Fire-Dragon of gone? Tonnere wondered. Something wet spattered on his snout and he pointed his head at the sky.
Rain. He thought, Symbol of sadness. That isn't good.
Suddenly a peircing noise like the earth being split in two rattled in Tonneres ears and a searing heat blasted onto his back.
It didn't hurt him, not even a single scale, instead he felt a pulsing energy through his spikes as the heat disappeared.
Correction. Thunderstorm. Tonnere thought, Symbol of Fear and...Death. Very comforting.
He felt like that lightning strike meant something, as if it was preparing him up so he could release a beam of lightning.
Whatever it is it-
His thought was jsut short when a blade of pain pierced through his skull, Tonnere gritted his teeth to keep himself from falling.
Eyes, crying blood, a mouth opening to reveal thousands of sharp teeth, a drop of water splashing on a scale and suddenly blood began to spew out, enough blood to fill up a river.
And just after that the pain was gone, and Tonneres vision faded back to the darkness he was always used to.
Hestia's hurt, Tonnere thought, Not by him, but something else, I need to hurry.
He took to the air once again, taking in a huge breath, he caught her scent, she was around here somewhere.
Folding his wings we spreaded out his feet and landed on the ground, he could feel the grass, wherever he was it was in the north side of the Soteria camp.
"Hestia!" he called, spreading out his wings and taking a few steps forward.
A few seconds later he heard a voice respond, "Great. What do you want?"
Taking a few steps forward he found one of his wings brushing a smooth and large stone, heat was radiating from the bottom of it.
"How did you get here?" Tonnere asking bending over to sniff the ground, grumpy aura and extremely hot scales, yup, definetly Hestia.
"Well I was having a nice and peaceful nap outside, without any snoring coming from a particular Skrill."
(Tonnere snorted at this, he never snored, at least nobody told him he did.""And then SOMEONE, KNOCKED ME UNCONCIOUS AND DRAGGED ME HERE AND PUT THIS STUPID ROCK OVER ME!"Drag Hestia? Is that even possible? Tonnere wondered.
He sniffed once more and caught another scent.
"Are you bleeding?" he asked.
"What does it look like?!""Hestia, I'm blind."
He heard her sigh in frustration, "Of course I am bleeding, on my tail and on my shoulder."
Theres only one dragon I know that goes for the shoulder, to rip the head off his victims.
"Hestia, do you by any chance get a glimpse of what your captor looked like?"
"I think." Hestia muttered, "When I woke up I saw something red dash into the tall grass."
Eyes and Blood, wounds on the neck, red color, it really is him.
He opened his mouth to speak but someone beat him to it.
"ƬƠƦƬƲƦЄ ƖƧ ƜƠƦƬӇ ƬӇЄƝ ƊЄƛƬӇ ƖƧƝ'Ƭ ƖƬ ӇЄƧƬƖƛ?"
Tonnere whirled around, knowing he couldn't see who spoke but he didn't need to see, he knew who it was.
"ӇЄԼԼƠ ƬƠƝƝЄƦЄ," Watcher growled, "ƜЄ MЄЄƬ ƛƓƛƖƝ."
Ok, so this is what will probably be the prologue for Into Oblivion. IDK yet.
AND GUYS, I FORGOT ABOUT THIS, COS I'M AN IDIOT. PLEASE, SPARE A MOMENT FOR THOSE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES 75 YEARS(and a day ago) AT NAGASAKI. R.I.P.
The Night Fury cursed as he saw the Elven Flier gaining on him, at the exact same time the Elven Flier looked back and cursed as he saw the Overlord gaining on him.
It's uncanny how these things happen isn't it?
The Night Fury willed himself to pick up the pace, until he was flying at breakneck speed. This, The Night Fury knew from experience, was not a good idea, but this wasn't exactly a good situation he was caught up in. He was fairly sure that to an Overlord, he was elevenses, and the thought of this was enough to spur him to even greater speeds.
The Elven Flier had his own magical gifts that helped him speed up, but when racing an Overlord, your time has come, and the Elven Flier knew it. So he did the next next best thing to praying.
The Night Fury's ears almost flinched by themselves, the Elven Flier's cry was so desperate. He clenched his paw into a fist, caught in a tight spot.
The Night Fury could not bear the thought of leaving another greenblood in danger while escaping himself. It was what made him such a great leader of the Drive.
I'll add more in a bit.
This is it. [REDACTED] has set me a goal. To collect enough soul power to [REDACTED]. I will do it. I will set us all free.
[REDACTED] sent for all the dragons that are dying. Their bodies came in today. How are we going to extract the souls? I wonder...
I've done it. Using the blueprints i found in the lab, I've extracted a substance from the crystals. I believe this is what gives them their almost astral properties. Let's call this power... Adrenaline.
The bodies aren't rotting. i can't get the soul.
Nothing's happening. I don't know what to do. I'll just keep injecting everything with adrenaline.
one of the bodies opened their eyes.
everyone's woken up. they're walking and talking like nothing ever happened. i thought they were goners?
everything's fine. i sent the crystals back to [REDACTED], and mailed drago and told him everything's fine. i'll send everyone back tomorrow :P
no no no no NO nO NO
everyone's asking what's happening. what do i tell them? i can't tell them the truth... i don't even open my mail anymore.
i got 5 messages from [REDACTED]. 4 of them are about how everyone's confused at me. one of them about how he found a cute sword which reminded them of me. thanks, [REDACTED]
this branch of research was a dead end. but we got a happy ending out of it... right? hmm... what happens if i inject something else with adrenaline. what happens when something dead gains the will to live?
i haven't told [REDACTED], but i've chosen a candidate. The [REDACTED]. The one that came from the outside world.
The [REDACTED]'s gone.
A few years later...
I have a new assignment. A Triple Stryke came in today. Drago told me to turn it into a living weapon. This will be fun... i hope?
It tried to escape. The pathetic creature. Ungrateful, naive and ugly, not a good combination. it deserves a punishment.
We received a new sample today. Perfect. Let's see what this concoction will do to it.
The change is astonishing. It bears resemblance to the crystals that we found a few years ago.
it's sprouted 2 heads. rather unexpected. still, the more the merrier.
Wow- capture sounds a lot like Chapter XD
WARNING: Violence and animal abuse
I have finished Chapter 2 of my story. I wouldn’t recommend embedding this chapter without reading Chapter 1 though it would still work, I guess. They are very short chapters and should only take you a few minutes to read each one.
I didn’t know if there would be a Chapter 3 but now I can confirm there will be one. It will probably be out in Tuesday or Wednesday.
There will probably be a chapter 4 but I can’t be sure as I am just improvising.
Anyway, here is the link to my story:
As always, I hope you like it and please leave HONEST feedback. Also, which chapter do you prefer? I think I prefer chapter 2.
I watched the dark and grey waves breach the vacant shore.
The crashing sound of the bitter tides swept drafts of stale wind into the air. The salty and marinated smell of the dead and lifeless sea wafted into the still atmosphere.
As it always is.
Up here, everything is empty.
Old wives tales tell of the two legged creatures we call, "man." Ancient legends spoke of their devastating wars cast against dragonkind, and the rebellions we have held against them.
Fire and Fury, that was what we called it. We burned their houses and they slayed our throats and murdered our young. Blood flowed like rivers, and it was soon the sea of gore and death, a red ocean of the glistening fear.
We both lashed out in anger, because both sides had a delusional assumption that the beautiful land had belonged to themselves only. Wrath ensued like hellfire, and millions upon millions died, like the flies that drop dead onto the filthy ground once their clock had finished ticking.
And, we have lost. Humiliated, we were forced to retreat underground, with our tails between our legs. At least, that's how I remembered it to be. As much as most don't want to admit it, we the dragons have lost to the advanced race of humans.
And after several years of hiding from them underground, they have finally disappeared, without a single trace.
No one knows what happened to them, and what had corrupted the once lush land. Trees were barren, the grass all wilted and died, crumbling to dust in the grey winds. Not a bird's chirp could be heard.
Nothing. Just nothing at all.
A void of what used to be.
I took in a deep breath and let the sounds and smells consume me. I closed my eyes and perked up my ears, trying to pick up any sounds that don't belong to the wind or rain.
Wind continued to whistle, its ghastly howls filled my mind.
It is has been decided. There was no living creatures here except me.
I readjusted my scarf, it gets extremely cold at this time of the year. I checked the sun from the horizon. It was almost setting.
I needed to leave.
Before taking off, I scribbled my recordings into my journal. The lord won't be pleased... but, from all my years, I'm confident enough to say that there is no more hope.
Whatever you do, no matter how far you go, or how many times you explore the corners of the world, you will find nothing.
You will always find nothing.
And that, is the simple and harsh truth.
Soon, we will all die.
The Hidden World will run out of resources.
Majority would not know where to go.
Goodbye, dear world.
I hope you know what it feels like to be halfsoul.
It was quite a beautiful morning, the terrible terrors were singing, the smell of pine trees was nice, the sun was barley peeking out of the mountains.
Well, at least, that was what Tonnere thought, he couldn't see the sun, he was blind.
He sat down near the edge of the cliff he was living on with Team Soteria.
He inhaled the mountain breeze, shuddering slightly at the cold.
Tonnere heard the sound of the pitter-patter of footsteps. To small to be a Nadder but too large to be a mouse. He sniffed and caught the scent of an unusual smell.
He knew exactly who it was.
"Spirit." he said dipping his head in greeting.
"Woah!" The young Shadow Wing exclaimed, "How did you hear me from all the way over here?"
Tonnere let himself chuckle softly, "I'm blind Spirit. I rely on my other senses to guide me."
"Yikes!" Spirit exclaimed, "So you can't see me or anything?"
"All I can see is darkness." He paused and then added, "You can stop waving your talon in my face now."
"Sorry," Spirit apologized, "Its just so weird, weirder then that nadder that eats those yellow stick things called corn. I mean obviously lettuce is better! Isn't it scary for you?"
"Blindness is not scary if you have been born with it." Tonnere answered Being able to hear, smell, and feel things but not being able to see them allows you to imagine what they look like. Blindness is like, an invintation to be creative, imagine what things looked like if you can't picture then yourself. Blindness also teaches you to really on your nose and ears to survive. Being blind if kind of fun espacially if you like a challenge. It took me three years just to figure out how to hunt."
With that note Tonnere turned and lashed out his wing-claw, snatching up a mouse and held it upwards.
"Your not going to eat that are you?" Spirit asked, a tone of horror in his voice.
Hm, not a meat eater? Understandable.
"No I won't." Tonnere answered, "He released his grip on the mouse and he heard it scurry back into hiding, "What are you doing up so early?"
"Well I was sleeping, I dreamed that I had a blanket, it was so warm and cuddly, and then all of a sudden it became freaky cold and I began to get the feeling I was being watched and then I saw these eyes and-"
Eyes? Tonnere echoed, his heart started to quicken.
"Spirit, by any chance were those eyes crying out blood?"
The little dragon paused, "Whats blood?"
"Red liquid." Tonnere explained.
"Oh yeah, that part was a little weird."
Warm blanket. Could Spirit of meant wing instead of a blanket. If so that only mean one thing...
"Thank you Spirit," Tonnere said, "But there is something I need to do."
"Awwww." Spirit muttered, disappointed, "How long will you be gone?"
"I am not sure." Tonnere replied, "But I will return."
And with that he spreaded his wings and shot into the air.
This is gonna be part of a little story I made out of the blue like ten minutes ago! I hope ya enjoy! I will post part two tommorow!