#*No clue if I will keep Aphmau being a turned werewolf but as of right now I am

[gendervoid-zane]

Thinking about my rewrite (Werewolf Edition. part 1):

There’s (at the moment) four subtypes of Werewolves -> Ones that cannot both hide their werewolf features and cannot transform into a larger form, Ones that can hide their werewolf features but cannot transform into a large form, Ones that can hide their werwolf features but can transform into a larger werewolf form, and Ones that can both hide their werewolf features and transform into a larger werewolf form.

~50% of werewolves cannot both hide werewolf features & transform into a larger werewolf form. Known Examples: Blaze, Dottie, Rylan, Daniel, Ein, Jax, Rider, Mr. Gavin, Maria (Dante and Gene’s mom), Diana, Juno.

-40% of werewolves can hide their werewolf features but cannot transform into a larger werewolf form. Known Examples: Zack, Rachel, Dante, Gene, Maria (the canon werewolf), Fenrir, Ken.

~8% of werewolves cannot hide their werwolf features but can transform into a larger werewolf form. Known Examples. Lowell, Kiva, Balto, anyone turned into a werewolf (Logan, Garroth, Aphmau*).

-2% of werewolves can both hide their werewolf features and transform into a larger werewolf form. Known Examples: Derek, Aaron, and Melissa.

[stories-for-sell]

All Your Fault

Vylad stood in the center of the growing village and home of the Pheonix Alliance, staring down at the paved stone path under his worn and tattered boots. He should really try and get some new ones one day, he thought to himself, nudging a stray rock as a female voice cut through a silence so loud and suffocating that he felt like he was being crushed.

"What did you just say?" Aphmau questioned, her voice revealing how shocked she was over what Vylad had muttered, apparently not realizing she wasn't suppose to hear it.

"That's not your business, Aphmau."

"Yes, it is actually, Vylad. Tell me what you said!"

His left eye twitched a bit, hands balling into fists, knuckles turning white as Vylad raised his head, green orbs meeting golden ones, practically glowing with unspoken hatred and anger.

"I said." The Shadow Knight hissed out, not bothering to hide any of the venom in his voice, "That. All. Of. This. Is. Because. Of. You."

Aphmau drew herself up as much as she could, which didn't do much since she was only a few inches taller than the man permanently trapped in the physical appearance of a 15 year old boy, narrowing her eyes and speaking loudly. Asserting her dominance, Vylad realized, watching as Laurance, Garroth, and the rest of the island's inhabitants gathered to see what is going on.

"You, Vylad, do not have any right to talk to me like that. Unless you've forgotten, I'm the Lor-"

"YOU AREN'T MY LORD!" Vylad suddenly screamed, cutting her off as his eyes flashed red. He stepped towards her, the anger, pain, hatred.. all of it seeping off of him in waves as everyine couldn't help but cower away from the angry immortal.

"I do not serve anyone. Especially not you. Ever since you've come into existance, everything you've ever done has brought nothing but pain. Because of you, Zenix snapped and has killed MILLIONS of my kind!"

"Vylad..," Laurance began, taking a step forwards and reaching a hand out to touch his boyfriend's shoulder, only to be practically thrown backwards as Vylad shoved him off.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! Don't even speak! You should be mad at her too! She's the reason you went to the Nether in the first place. If she had just minded her own god damn business, then you would have never gone to the Nether and gotten trapped!" He screamed, face slowly turning a bright red from his anger. His eyes were pure red, and literal steam was wafting off his body, the air around him growing dangerously and uncomfortably hot.

Aphmau stared at him, her usual calm exterior turning to one of anger. "How dare you blame what happened to Laurance on me? Laurance told me YOU were the one who broke the portal and got him trapped! I-I can't even... Why would you ever think everything is my fault!?" She screamed right back, letting out a startled and pained yelp, her cheek flaring up in pain, heat shooting through the left side of her face. The skin of her cheek began to blister and turn red, in the shape of a hand mark.

Vylad's hand hovered in the air for a second, eyes narrowed at the Lord, waiting.. daring her to try and speak again. She didn't, and so he rewarded her with what had been on his mind for over 15 years.

"Because.. it is all your fault. If you never cane to Phoenix Drop, Zenix would still be there, still be somewhat sane. Zane would've never found the village, or Garroth, if you hadn't gotten that bitch Donna and her werewolf lover together. I wouldn't have had to shut the Nether portal to keep the Shadow Knoghts from going to the overworld, and Laurance wouldn't have gotten trapped. I wouldn't have had to spend over two-hundred-fourteen years trapped in a cell for closing the portal, not a single clue of what's happening in this realm. Then, I manage to finally fucking get free and lo-and-behold, you're the first person I fucking run into. And you know what? I was willibg to honestly put aside my disdain for you and try to be nice. And so I ask you what happened to garroth and Zane. YOU DON'T FUCKING TELL SOMEONE THAT THEY'RE BOTH DEAD, NO MATTER IF THEY'RE THEIR HALF-BROTHER OR NOT!"

"Baby brother, Aphmau didn't know.." Garroth told him, voice soothing as he trued to calm the enraged beast that practically towered above them, not showing that he was furious with Vylad for slapping Aphmau.

Vylad looked at him, fuming and steaming, and for a second it seemed like he might actually calm down, before he ran his finger over the engagement ring on his hand, and returned to fueling the flames with even more vigor.

"NO. BECAUSE OF THIS LAZY EXCUSE OF A LORD, OUR BROTHER IS DEAD GARROTH! OUR CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND IS DEAD! JEOFFREY IS DEAD BECAUSE OF HER! UNGRTH, BRIAN, VISHER! SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF HER CARELESS ACTIONS! SHE IS THE REASON MY OLDER BROTHER IS DEAD, THE REASON MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND SINCE I COULD WALK, IS DEAD! AND DON'T YOU DARE TRY AND SAVE THIS BY SAYING THAT SHE'S DONE SO MANY GOOD THING BECAUSE, YOU KNOW WHAT!?"

He stared at all of them, waiting for someone to pipe up, eyes scanning the crowd, watching everyone who he laid his gaze on flinch away, even Lucinda. Finally, a soft voice, belonging to a young blue haired giard in training was heard, asking the question they all know Vylad wanted to hear.

"Why?"

"Because.. every good fucking thing she has ever achieved, has been because I made sure of it. I've stayed in the background pulling strings for years to help her succeed and all I've gotten in return is nothing but pain, abandonment, and death of loved ones. I was the one who resurrected her, led her to Phoenix Drop, guided her in the right direction, gave her Levin. Small things that, if I hadn't done.. She would've never been where she is right now. So you can alls ay that Aphmau is this great, amazing Lord who has brought nothing but good, but I know the truth. Cause everytime something good happens for all of you.. something horrible happens to me."

"Why are you upset over Zane?! He killed you!" Laurance screamed at him, his own eyes flashing red.

Red meets red, before turning back to green as Vylad's voice becane dangerously calm, like the quiet peace before disaster. "No matter what my feeling towards Zane are, they don't erase the simple fact that my brother.. TWO of my brothers, are dead because of her. Laurance, don't you see everything that she's done? She's no hero.. no matron."

Vylad stared at Laurance, desperate to have someone at least seem like they're on his side. But his heart shattered as he watched red fade to blue, before Laurance turned his gaze away, a silent answer.

"Fine." He swallowes, throat closing up as the anger dissipitates, replaced by a familair aching loneliness. "Fine! I see that it appears I'm no longer wanted here. But keep this in mind, 'Lord' Aphmau.. making an enemy of a Ro'Meave is a very dangerous idea."

With that, he turned on his heel, storming off, leaving behind burtn footprints where he had just stood. Everyone watched Vykad storm away, disappearing into the forests, before turning to Aphmau and making sure she was ok.

"Give him some time.. he'll come around and realize he was in the wrong." Garroth assured his two friends, helping soothe Aphmau's burnt cheek.

But unkown to them, Vylad was unassembling his makeshift camp, gathering his items, and preparing to depart through the portal to Phoenix Drop, with the plan of returning to an old friend instead. His dark green eyes landed on his engagement ring that he wore on his middle finger, gently easing it off after years of never removing it. Looking at the small gold band, with a name carved into the inner rim, he felt hot, burning tears slide down his cheeks, blistering the skin that they touched. Anger flared in his chest, a new determination being born. He carefully replaced the ring, but instead of on his muddle finger, he put it where it belonged. Where it should've never been removed. Where he should've never left.

"I'm coming home... Zenix."