#Dairien Fallan

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He just wants to play is all.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not Dairien’s beast-side is blind. It would make sense if it were yeah? But who knows.

Honestly his beast is a mood lol

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Existence of God (Part Two)

Summary: After waking from his coma, Platinum goes on a short journey to find his sister and of course meeting some old and new friends. A/N: I wasn’t going to end it where it ends now, but decided to do so because it started dragging on for so long. So there will be a third part after this, hopefully finished soon, either in the next few days or after Thanksgiving break. Who knows. I hope you enjoyed though :3

I kept my eyes on the sky. I always wondered why the sky in this region is constantly covered in dark clouds. Is it because of the volcanoes? They haven’t been active lately have they? I snorted lightly, of course they haven’t, I would’ve known by now if they did.

“It’s okay,” Selenite mumbled, lightly placing his hand on my arm, breaking me out of my thoughts. “I’m sure she won’t be too mad.”

“I’d like to hope,” I sighed, grabbing ahold of the door handle and opening it. The hinges let out a terrible screech while the wooden door slowly moved.

“Why this house?” Selenite asked, walking in after I held the door open for him. The floorboards creaked and groaned under his feet as he moved across them.

“Looks like the power went out,” I said, walking past Selenite. The creaking of the floorboards getting even worse from the weight of my leg. I frowned. “It looks like she isn’t here.”

“Maybe she gave us the wrong house?”

“I doubt she would.” I reached into my pocket and took my phone out, checking the messages. “Yeah, this is it.”

“Maybe she left?” Selenite asked, walking back to me.

“Let’s just leave,” I breathed out, “I’ll ask the guards if they’ve seen her.”

“Alright,” Selenite whispered, exiting the house quickly before me. I shut the door, the creaking of the door causing my ears to ring. “That… was creepy.”

“Yeah,” I said, my heart sinking slightly. I started to wonder if my sister was okay. She wasn’t shot was she? Did an oojack soldier get to her when I sent her here?

“Platinum,” Selenite said, touching my shoulder. “It’s okay, we’ll find her.”

“I hope,” I whispered, walking down the dirt path. The red gravel and dirt picking up whenever I placed my right foot down. I always hated this region for its staining dirt, I just hope we find Ravvan and get back home as soon as possible.

“Hey!” I shouted when I saw one of the guards walking by, my voice echoing down the street. He turned to me, an offended look on his face as he glared at me with his dark green eyes. “Platinum Uriborle. I’d like to know where my sister is if you’ve seen her.”

“Sorry, I don’t know you or her,” he shrugged, he had his hand resting on the hilt of his blade sheathed around his waist.

“You haven’t seen anyone by the name of Ravvan? Long dark hair, tall and thin, icy blue eyes?”

“No,” he frowned. I could feel the frustration radiating from him. “There’s a group I can take you to who might know. Is there any specific place she was in?”

“That house at the end of the street. She told me she was there.”

“I… That house hasn’t been used in years,” his brows furrowed. I started to hear my heartbeat in my ears. Has fear returned to me? “We can… let me take you to the others, see if they’ve seen your sister.”

I nodded, Selenite linking his arms with one of mine as we followed the guard down the road. The dark red sky haunting my vision, it looked like the gods themselves bleed here. Maybe that’s why this land seems so upset. Or at least looks that way.

I am no god of nature or whatever, but I can feel whenever part of a land is haunted.

“You don’t look from here, where you from?” The guard asked. I remembered when the lands were riddled with guards, but I believe all the soldiers we had retired after the war. I wouldn’t be surprised.

“Rak’our,” I answered simply. My home region of Rak’our… there are many things wrong with that region, riddled with monsters and whatnot but at least they’re not as bad as Krescent where the Uro-Kuro lives. I began to wonder if that region’s hunters found a way to repel that beast.

“That’s far from here, eh? What’s it like?”

“High mountains,” I responded, “I myself live on the highest mountain in the main city, Ark’dor. It’s known for a high population of small wyverns. They’re pesky beasts that get in the way. They’re like stray cats, give them a small tray of food and they’ll be at your doorstep everyday of your life.”

“Sounds fun,” the guard snorted sarcastically.

“Where are you from, Selenite?” I asked, truthfully wanting to know.

“I came from Aletar in the Krescent region,” he answered, looking up at me.

“How was it?” The guard asked. He must be native to this town we walked in.

I remember visiting Aletar when I was younger with my mom and sister. I wonder how it’s doing now so close to Krescent’s hunting grounds and in Uro-Kuro’s territory. Part of me knew it wasn’t fairing too well because of that. The Uro-Kuro really isn’t the only beast that lives there, in fact that region is very diverse in its species, I just know the Uro-Kuro is probably the most dangerous one. Unless they have a new crew of monsters I don’t know of yet.

“A small town,” I mumbled, getting a confirming hum from Selenite.

“Here we go,” the guard said, before I got to say anything he shouted for the group of guards in front of a large building. The building itself looked like some gathering hall of sorts, maybe something a group of hunters would meet in.

“Oh no,” I breathed, knowing exactly who he brought me too when I saw him.

“Oh… Hey, Platinum,” a Hunter spoke, his arms crossed. He was the same race as I, just the height of an oojack like the guard. His dark skin bringing out his fiery eyes and red armor and his fiery red hair tied in a ponytail.

“Hey, Tacci,” I bowed my head to him and his brother beside him who resembled him almost like a twin, although I’m aware he’s much older, probably by a few years. His brother was more silent than him yet his red hair was let down, straight, and reached past his shoulders. His armor wasn’t as heavy looking as his brother, it’s white and gold and seemed to resemble one of the light-weight weapons you can make from Uro-Kuro‘s hide, but who knows, he’s not as much as a hunter as Tacci is. In fact he looks like he belonged in the coastal regions but I wasn’t going to complain.

“What’re you looking for?” Tacci asked me, his lips turned in a frown when I explained our situation.

“I think she left a couple days ago,” Tacci’s brother said, his voice quiet.

“Where?” I asked, frowning.

“I’d assume back home, but she never really said. She’s as cryptic as all the gods are honestly. You’d have more luck asking our leaders here,” he nodded his head to behind him. “But who knows.”

“This is annoying,” I groaned lowly.

“Come on,” Tacci said, turning to walk up the steps with his brother and opening the large doors. Unlike a lot of the houses, nothing was wood. It seemed like some kind of marble or granite. The floors are unpolished and stained with the red dirt in the shape of bare footprints and bootprints of different shapes and sizes.

I ignored the unclean floors and focused on Tacci’s hair while he walked in front of me. I also focused on Selenite’s touch as he continued to keep his arm around mine.

Tacci’s brother, his name unbeknownst to me, pushed one of the big doors open, allowing us to enter a large and almost empty room. Of course this room is much more clean than the hallways, the floors made of polished dark granite and a long rug leading to a throne.

Even I don’t have a throne and I know that whoever the leader of this region is doesn’t need one.

“Welcome,” a woman spoke, her voice radiating the false sense of security. I felt chills run down my spine when I looked up at her. She sat in her granite throne, holding a long staff that could easily be used as a weapon. Her free hand moved to comb through her long black hair out of her face and pushed behind her ear as she stared down at Selenite and I with her crystal white eyes. She wore armor like a hunter but it was light enough to know she wouldn’t be hunting anything big soon. Or at all. “State your name, business, and rank.”

“Platinum Uriborle,” I responded, “God of The Mountains. I’m here to find my sister, Ravvan, and was brought here to see if you could help.”

“God of The Mountains…” she repeated. “Do you fool me, Platinum?”

“No. I am Platinum Uriborle, God of Thunder and Wind— thus the mountains.”

“I see… I’ve never met a god before,” she smiled, her white eyes boring into my own while she rested her chin on the back of her fist. “What’s it like?”

“We’re here for Ravvan—” Selenite’s ears flattened threateningly, “—not to get comfortable.”

“Of course. I’m Laliya Altmare,” she stood from her throne, holding her staff tightly beside her, “Leader of Ragnor.”

“You’re the only leader?” I asked, “What happened to the others?”

“They died in the war,” she frowned, staring at me sternly. “They didn’t obey the orders of our gods, so they paid their price.”

“Orders of your gods?”

“Platinum,” Selenite whispered, trying to get my attention. It sounded almost like a snap, but I ignored him because now I’m interested.

“Yes,” Laliya smiled, “we were very keen under the name of your kind, but only a few actually wanted us to serve them. They are the reason I’m as powerful as I am.”

A rumbling came from Selenite’s throat. “You didn’t ally with the gods…” he sneered.

“Then what did they do?” I asked him in a whisper.

“You killed them!” Selenite shouted, his voice breaking. “You killed the gods to receive your rank! You are no god, you’re a murderer!” I quickly unhooked my arm from his to hold him in a tight embrace. I didn’t need him getting hurt.

“Why must you assume?” She asked, portraying mock pain.

“Where’s Ravvan?” I asked.

“Gone. She left a few days ago to the Krescent region.”

“She better be safe,” Selenite snarled.

“How should I know,” Laliya shrugged, “She’s not in my territory anymore.”

“Thanks,” Selenite said flatly, glaring at Laliya with his pastel eyes. I loosened my grip and we both left the room. I wasn’t going to deal with Laliya and whatever she wanted, and I knew exactly that Selenite would’ve probably done a lot worse than what I could ever do.

“I might be able to call Alpha,” I said as we exited the the front entrance of the building, “see if he or Lance saw her. Or maybe Amair did… haven’t spoken to him in a while.”

“Alpha might still be upset,” Selenite said, “I know he was before he left for home when you fell in a coma.”

“Makes sense.”

“Lance might be forgiving,” Selenite said, “but getting him to answer his phone is a feat not worth attempting. So I’d say Amair or Maia might be the best options.”

“Oh there’s Dairien, too, he’s a guild leader so he might’ve saw her too.”

“True.”

“Maia might be busy. Amair is… he might be hunting. He’s one of the most active hunters. So Dairien might be the best option since he has almost nothing to do.”

“That’s… also true. We can try that. Does he have access to a teleporter?”

I stopped in my tracks, thinking and watching the gloomy sky. “Not sure. Maiatan might.”

“Hopefully,” he sighed and rested his head on my shoulder.

“Thank you, Dairien,” I spoke lowly while Dairien reached for the doorknob to the basement door.

“Of course, anything for a friend and member of the family.” Dairien chuckled, turning to Selenite, “I see you have a new friend.”

“Indeed,” I smiled, “Selenite.”

“Good evening,” Selenite bowed his head.

“Evening. No need for formalities. Now…” he paused, “what’s the problem?”

I watched his dull amber eyes as they watched the both of us, his arms crossed over his chest while he waited for one of us to answer.

“My sister disappeared,” I explained, “I sent her to Ragnor a few years back and I couldn’t find her when I had returned.”

“A shame. I’ll see if I can do anything about it.”

“Laliya said she came to Krescent,” Selenite spoke.

Dairien cocked his head to the side. “Laliya?”

“She’s Ragnor’s new leader. In fact, she’s the only leader left.”

“She is? What happened?”

“She killed the previous leaders—” Selenite cleared his throat, “—I’m assuming.”

Dairien hummed, the noise rumbling in the back of his throat. It sounded almost like a growl from a medium-sized wyvern in Ark’dor. He furrowed his brows and headed for the front door, he opened it and held it, nodding his head off towards the outside.

I nodded and walked out, the warm concrete making an annoying, ear-piercing, noise when my right leg stepped down. I frowned but went with it, I’d have to get used to this sooner or later. I can just ignore it. The feeling the the metal grinding against what’s left of my femur, I can ignore that. The feeling of the muscle contracting whenever I take a step or whenever I reach out my right arm… or whenever I stretch my fingers to grab or feel something…

Yeah. I can ignore that.

“I’m sure Aeregele or Karmen will do something about Laliya,” Dairien said, “Or maybe I can ask Alpha when he’s free to see if his dad will do anything about it.”

“His dad scares me,” I admitted quickly, watching Dairien while he stopped walking. Selenite close the door behind him.

“How come? He’s pretty cool,” Dairien chuckled. He started to walk down the light concrete path.

“Pretty cool, yeah,” I shrugged, Selenite and I following him, “but he’s big and burly and just… I don’t think he likes me.”

Dairien snorted, “I don’t think you’d have to worry about that. The most anger he’ll let out will probably be towards Laliya if he’s the one to deal with her. Actually I wouldn’t be surprised if he had to, Ragnor is part of his territory as well. At least I’m sure it is.”

“Yeah, if I know who you’re talking about, I’m pretty sure Crimson rules both Undin-Jayle and Ragnor, he just lives in Undin where his temple is,” Selenite stated, smiling when I glanced at him.

“He’s got a good memory,” Dairien chuckled.

“He has many great qualities,” I smiled, receiving a playful punch in the arm. “It’s true.”

“Cute,” Dairien shook his head. We walked up the steps to the gathering hall where Dairien’s post is. His job is usually qualifying hunters to go hunting, normally if they have enough coin or even a stamped pass with them. If they have neither, they either have to negotiate or earn the money another way.

“Amair,” Dairien called out to one of the hunters sitting down. Amair lifted his head from the table tiredly. He was stripped from his armor I knew he usually wore during hunting. He waved weakly when we walked over and sat with him. “What’s up?” Dairien’s eyes narrowed, he held out a hand to him but didn’t touch him.

“I’m fine. Just exhausted,” Amair muttered, “I came across Uro-Kuro during my hunt and had to abandon it. I’m glad I spotted him when I did else I wouldn’t be here.”

“You’re here now,” I said, “and that’s all that matters.” Selenite nodded.

Amair hummed and sat up, bending back to stretch his back. He still wore his skin-tight bodysuit the hunters usually wore under their armor, it was padded with bulletproof padding throughout the whole suit and I knew (having worn these at some point when I was younger) that the suit was also cold resistant… although not heat resistant. Unless that was something they fixed.

I knew the tired bags under his eyes were there despite the darker markings on his skin that should’ve hid them. I wondered where he originated from that have him these markings, but I didn’t dwell too much on it.

He sighed and grabbed his dark and messy hair, combing his fingers through it and parting it to the other side of his head. “So what’re you doing here, Platinum?” He asked me, looking down and moving his hand to place it over Dairien’s. I’m glad they figured out their relationship.

“I’m here to find my sister, Ravvan,” I answered, “I was told she came to Krescent.”

“Oh! Yes! I saw her!”

“You did?” My heart skipped a beat. Have we finally found Ravvan? Is she okay? Is she safe? “Where?”

“I saw her on my hunt, I helped her head black to town and away from Uro-Kuro. I think she went to the hospital though because she might’ve… broke a leg… literally. She broke her leg.”

I didn’t wait any longer before I stood and ran out of the gathering hall, my ears ringing from the clanking of my foot against the pavement. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and feel the blood pumping in my veins.

I busted through the front doors of the hospital, getting a few glares from a few staff and visitors. I didn’t care because my breath stopped when I saw Ravvan sitting in the waiting room. I immediately joked over to her, lightly shouting her name. With a clank I fell to my knees and embraced her, resting my head in her lap with my arms around her waist.

“Platinum! You’re safe!” She laughed, having jumped slightly when I fell to my knees, and hugged me back.

“Ravvan. Oh my gods, Ravvan. I was so worried for you,” I said, lifting my head and looking up at her. I quickly stood and sat on the armrest of the couch, she turned herself in the seat to face me and I moved my hands to cup her face after brushing some of her hair out of the way.

“Platinum…” she said, her lips pulling down into a frown. “What happened?” She raised a hand to touch the right side of my face. I blinked and let my arms drop.

“I… when I left the house one of the soldiers shot me.”

“That’s what that was?”

“Yes. He shot me in the eye and ran for it. I lost him and… well later it turned out he was part of an experiment and ended up becoming some… filthy beast,” I growled out, the memory of that soldier haunting me. “Because of him I’m like this.”

“Because of you… you’re like this,” she spoke sternly. “You’re the one who let him know.”

“You know I’m impaired. I can’t sense people as well as you. I didn’t know where he went.”

“I see,” she frowned.

“I’m… glad you’re safe, Ravvan.”

She smiled and hugged me, whispering, “I’m glad you’re safe too.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ravvan,” Selenite spoke as he helped my sister sit down and put her leg up on a rest as to not stress it.

“I’m glad I could meet you as well, Selenite,” Ravvan smiled, “I never thought I’d make it to see the person my brother fell for.”

I grunted when Ravvan smiled at me. “You’re safe now. That’s what’s important.” She nodded in agreement, watching me with her icy blue eyes.

“I’m glad everyone’s okay now after that war,” Amair hummed, “especially after so much had been damaged from it. A big piece of our own race was extinguished and even the oojack lost a big chunk of theirs as well. So many towns and cities destroyed.”

“How come this region didn’t seem like it was effected?” Selenite asked, sitting down on the sofa across Ravvan with his hands on his lap. Dairien, Amair, and I all stayed standing.

“Krescent is… I Believe a war-free zone?” Dairien said, raising his voice slightly at the end.

“Yes,” Amair nodded, taking a seat next to Selenite. He still looked pretty exhausted. “Krescent and Ragnor are both war-free. Neither region has gone through war and the leaders plan on staying like that. But with the news of Laliya taking over in Ragnor, I feel like they won’t stay like that for very long.”

“Fun,” Ravvan frowned, “I’m glad I got out of there when I did, else Laliya would’ve killed me. I’m lucky she didn’t.”

“What did she do to you?” I asked, turning to her. If Laliya did do something to her I’d come over there myself and rip her head off.

“She didn’t do anything. But she has some kind of dragon. I don’t know what it was, though, as soon as I heard its roar I ran off.”

“I’m glad you did,” Dairien said, I nodded in agreement. If anything happened to my sister I… I wouldn’t want to know what I’d do. “Dragons aren’t creatures you want to mess with.”

“I think I want to go there,” Amair said, “I’m sure Maia wouldn’t mind either. I wanna see what beast she managed to tame and why it’s so dangerous. I’ve been getting news from fellow hunters that there’s some black dragon flying around attacking people there.”

“Have you?” I asked, turning to Amair, “when? Where?”

He shrugged. “Hunting for supplies and foods. Just the usual when I’m over there.”

“Is your leg okay to walk?” I asked, setting Ravvan down. She stood on her bad leg, her arms still on mine as she tested it out.

“I think so,” she blinked. “I don’t know how fast I can recover but I think I’m good now.”

“Good, let’s go. Stay beside me, I don’t want you hurt,” I frowned and started walking.

“Smells worse than usual here,” Dairien scrunched his nose after sniffing the air. “How recent had these volcanoes went off?”

Amair shrugged, “I don’t remember them going off. I think they might sooner or later though. Let’s just hope not anytime soon.”

“Agreed,” Maiatan spoke. She started ahead of us, having turned away to walk in the direction she felt was right. She always went with her gut. I guess that’s something she got from her father. Her boots clicked against the red gravel of Ragnor and her white armor shined against the darkened skies. Her pink hair shining like it held a nebula in it. Quite an odd yet beautiful sight. “I’m sure Crimson won’t mind us doing his job for him.”

“Technically you’re above him,” I said, getting a sideways look from her.

“How so?” She asked, adjusting the strap across her chest that held her battleaxe in place on her back. She held a small smirk on her face. She knew exactly why, she just wanted to hear it from someone.

“You were chosen specifically by The Elder for your status, meanwhile Crimson got it from genetics,” I said. The look on her face told me that… wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. “I don’t know what you want from me, Maia.” Maiatan smiled slightly again, briefly turning her head to me to look at me before looking back toward.

“Is this the house?” Amair asked, having stopped walking.

“Yeah,” I said and turned to Ravvan.

“I lived here for a couple days after being threatened by Laliya,” Ravvan explained, “I was hiding here hoping she wouldn’t find me, but had to leave because I just didn’t feel safe.”

I didn’t say anything, I just started walking again. I don’t think I could say anything. I just hope Ravvan understood how I felt. That I was sorry for what I did.

Part of me was angry at myself for doing this to her, for putting her in danger. She almost died because of me. But the other part of me that still exists, from before the war, before I met Selenite, that tells me I shouldn’t care. Death is just another mortal problem that isn’t necessary to dwell on.

But I can’t think like that. She’s my sister and I love her. I can’t leave her like this. I can’t do something like that. What sick monster would just shrug it off if his sister, the only part of his family left, just… died?

“Are you okay, Platinum?” Selenite whispered to me, having caught up and stopped me in my tracks.

“No. But I can’t dwell on the past,” I answered, “we need to take care of this… whatever is going on. I don’t need this world falling apart again.”

“Makes sense,” Amair huffed and ran on, making his way quickly to the center of town. Maiatan quickly followed, her boots clanking on the gravel.

“Again?” Selenite asked. Dairien and Ravvan standing beside us. I knew Dairien wasn’t a fighter, so I’m not surprised he would stay behind. Same with my sister.

“It’s a family thing,” I said, “I’m glad it just wasn’t passed down to me,” and walked away.

I found Amair and Maiatan crouched by the centerpiece of the town, sort of like Rak’our’s with the fountain. Although there was no water. It must’ve dried up a long time ago.

Amair has his head leaning back, he seemed out of breath, his chest rising and lifting, while he held his gun. I was wondering what he was planning when we left because he normally has a big hunk of a gun back home. He must’ve thought it would be better to bring something small this time.

Maiatan on the other hand was staring at me, or at least through me, with her glaring purple eyes. I froze when I saw a large, dark figure move behind the dried fountain.

I think we found it, Maiatan’s voice rung in my head, it doesn’t seem to big. But from what Ravvan had told us, I feel we might need to be more cautious.

I’ll warn the others.

They already know. I told Selenite, and I trust that he sends the message. And I trust that Dairien sensed this beast. She explained, will you be joining us, Platinum Uriborle?

I haven’t fought in over five years. And even then my last fight, with that creature, wasn’t entirely the best. I’m still pondering over that, how that thing got me so quickly. Yes, I nodded and shook my right hand, causing sparks to flare from my fingers. It’s been so long since I’ve felt the heat of my magic running through my veins.

Maiatan nodded towards Amair who stood and faced the centerpiece, his gun at the ready. He huffed and glanced at me with his orange eyes. Maia also stood and grabbed her battle axe from her back, swinging it low and hitting the centerpiece fountain with a great bang.

The noise resonated throughout the whole fountain, seemingly made of some metal with its structure being hollow. The bang disturbed the dragon on the other side, a low grunt coming from it.

I frowned when it stood, it’s long neck raising above the centerpiece, head turning towards us and staring at us with its bloody red eyes. I noticed how it’s mouth hung open, almost like it’s jaw had been broken or rotted off.

Is this thing dead?

It walked— or more like limped— around the fountain. I was familiar with its breed, seemingly a Firal with its strong back legs and smaller, weaker, front legs, along with the long thick tail to balance out the weight between the body and the neck. And it’s large wingspan as it unfolded them, showing off the deep red coloring in the shredded leather. With the sky so dark it almost seemed to be pitch black, but how it’s scales almost radiated a small bit of color I knew that it’s skin and armor had rotted and turned a sickly green. A large gash in its chest showed it’s muscle and ribs while one of its arms had been peeled off almost. It’s throat wore a similar gash as it’s chest, the flame sac in that region leaking a colorful liquid that I knew if I or Amair shot it it would combust into fire.

I just hoped Amair noticed it as well as it can be taken advantage of on both sides.

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Finished Dairien and his father last night and forgot to post them. Omega can’t actually wear a shirt because his wings’ membranes extend down to his waist, so he uses them as a cloak instead.

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Existence of God (Part Three)

A/N: I’m glad I finished Crimson’s art last night because I didn’t expect to finish this today. I’m also depressed that this chapter ended shorter than the other two.

Summary: After encountering the “undead dragon” Platinum And Maiatan attempt to fix what’s right.

I growled, sinking my nails into the red dirt, staining the metal of my right hand. I breathed out, turning my head back upwards to look back at this beast who was quickly occupied by Amair as he crouched by the fountain and shot a couple bullets into its rotten scales.

The beast hissed and lifted on its hind legs, taking in a deep breath and outstretching its tattered wings. I grunted and summoned my blade again, the electricity coursing through my veins as I quickly stood and threw my hand out, launching the blade towards the dragon.

It let out a bubbly and hoarse whine, the force of my blade connecting to its temple and sending out a series of sparks. It lowered to lean to one side on its right arm farthest from me before turning its long neck to face me, leering at me with its bloody eyes. The glowing of its eyes gave the green tint of its skin a muddy and dirty look, making it even more gross looking than it already was.

I crouched down slowly as its body turned towards me, stalking in my direction. Any moment it’ll pounce on me, and I’d be dead. I saw Amair back up and get a new weapon ready, piecing together another one of his guns. I hadn’t realized he had a new set, it’s probably why he traveled with a small gun because it was part of the whole set. I started to hope that this would increase the damage he made on the dragon, although I knew he’d have to stand back more and be careful. Maiatan had disappeared behind the fountain. I knew she was waiting for the right time, maybe this dragon would forget about her.

I readied myself as I saw the back of its throat light up a bright yellow and orange as it inhaled deeply. I leaped to the side, out of the way of the fire that was blasted in my direction. Growling, I threw another sword at it, summoning it in my hand again. It hit the side of its face, the same spot as earlier, causing a small explosion of sparks again.

The blade stopped its fire for a minute before it froze, letting out a groggily whine as it seized in place, fire now spilling from its mouth.

“Maia!” I shouted, and shortly I heard her war cry as she jumped off the centerpiece and landed on the back of the dragon. It cried out, breaking out of its frozen state and attempting to throw her off. It was quite ridiculous, but I stepped back just in case it tried to trample us as it continued to flail and jump and whatnot.

Amair ran over to me, crouching with his new toy beside me. A dark metal rifle, the holes in the metal where the pieces didn’t quite connect were glowing an ominous red-orange. I’m sure that was just because of some weird aesthetic of his.

He glanced over at me before looking back through his scope and taking a shot at the dragon when it faced us, shooting it in its mouth. I winced slightly, sympathizing its pain when the bullet exploded in a flash of fire and smoke, knocking the dragon out. It fell with a loud thud, the colorful liquid dripping from its throat and mouth lighting aflame slightly as it spread.

Maiatan climbed off, a frown pulling on her lips when she made eye contact with Amair. “You know I could’ve had that?” She asked, walking over to us, her battle axe strapped on her back again.

“Yeah,” Amair shrugged, “but thanks to me we can tie it up and hope for the best.”

“It’s not just the dragon, Amair, remember?” I asked. “We need to get Laliya, too.”

“Oh,” he stood, dusting off his pants and leaving his gun on the gravel to collect dust. “Right.”

“You bastard!” I looked over my shoulder at the shout, freezing when I saw Alpha’s father, Crimson, pushing Laliya over to us, her hands tied behind her back. “Let me go!” She screamed, struggling in Crimson’s grip on her wrists. He only held a stone cold face, his white eyes glaring into the back of her head. He stopped and pushed her, she tripped and fell on the ground, squirming to sit up as she continued to shout. “You can’t treat me like this! I’m the leader of Ragnor, Goddess of Death! I’ll have you skinned alive with my own bare hands!”

“I’d like to see you try,” Crimson frowned more, moving his hand to comb his fingers through his long, pure white hair.

I walked over to the two, Maiatan and Amair staying behind to keep an eye on Laliya’s dragon. Assuming this was it. I jumped back slightly, my face contorting from disgust when Laliya spat at my feet. I noticed immediately that she wore scars, bruises, and claw marks all over her body and I started to wonder what Crimson had done to her. But knowing him, I wouldn’t want to know.

“You’re a false god, Laliya,” I spoke, looking down on her. I just hoped Selenite wasn’t right when he said she killed gods to receive her title. “That’s a violation that deserves punishment.”

Crimson huffed, blowing white ash through his nose. I didn’t question it too much.

“We got the dragon, you got Laliya?” I asked, not turning to him because I didn’t want to see the twisted look on his face when he answered.

“Sure,” he chuckled, before stopping. “Actually if you need to dispose of the dragon I think Alphias can take care of that.”

“We’ll call you if it’s needed.”

He nodded and bent down to grab Laliya’s shoulder, then suddenly disappearing in a puff of white and black smoke and ashes.

I let out my breath, having held it knowing when he’d teleport. That shit always messes with my lungs, as most fire would.

“What’s going on?” I asked, walking up to Maiatan and Amair. Maia had been crouching by the dragon’s head as it slowly breathed, watching her. I begun to worry for her safety, but seeing Amair tie its legs and wings I felt she should be fine. I was still wary, though.

“I think Maia’s talking to it,” Amair spoke quietly, standing up to stand beside me.

“Why?”

Maia lifted her head, she had been leaning her forehead against the dragon’s. She still had her hands on its head, under its eyes. “He was tricked to side with Laliya. He’s a Deity Dragon who made a pact with her.”

“how did that happen?” I frowned.

“He has apparently died at one point but she kept bringing him back,” she explained, “he’s been in pain since before the war. And the only way to relieve his pain is to cause destruction. I think it numbs his system when he’s the one inflicting it.”

“It’s what happens when a Deity Dragon makes a pact with a mortal,” Amair said and I nodded in agreement. There’s always some sort of consequence when a mortal creates a pact with a dragon, especially a dragon that was born with divine blood.

Both will be punished in some way; the dragon for falling in a mortal’s lies and a mortal for distorting the truth and disrupting our code.

I hummed lowly before telling Maia, “Get him out of her grasps somehow. I’m heading home.”

“I’ll stay here,” Amair nodded and looked over to Maia.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, “go home I’ll be fine.”

“Come on,” I said quietly, beginning to make my way back to the road we were on earlier. I hoped the others were still there or at least found a safe place.

“Platinum!” I turned around, Selenite already jogging towards me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his head on my chest. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Where’s Maia?” Dairien asked.

“She’s staying with the dragon,” Amair answered, “I just hope she’ll be safe.”

“We better stay here then,” Dairien spoke, his voice almost frantic.

“She’ll be fine,” I frowned, “she’ll return to us when she’s finished. She can take care of herself.”

Dairien reluctantly nodded. I understood his fear of losing Maiatan. I just wished I could reassure him more that she will be safe and she knows what she’s doing. There’s no need to worry over her. She’s strong and independent.

“Ravvan,” I said, turning to face Ravvan who had crouched down to rest. I’m guessing. “You ready?” I asked when she turned her head to me, flipping her dark hair out of her eyes.

Ravvan nodded, standing up.

“Platinum,” Maiatan knocked on my bedroom door lightly. I turned to see her in her purple turtleneck and blue skinny jeans, her pastel pink hair tied up in a bun.

“Yes?” I asked, setting down my notebook on the nightstand. She sat down beside me, placing her pale hands on her lap, her ears folded back. I never understood why she was so tense around me all the time.

“I was able to release the Faral.”

“That’s what that was?”

“Yes. I’m sure that’s why he was a divine beast,” she explained, “and why I wasn’t able to put him out of his misery. He asked I kill him, but I couldn’t. Not because I hate killing…” she paused with a deep frown, her ears pointing back. “I don’t think he can ever die anymore. I feel like it’s some curse.”

“I mean he is a divine beast,” I said, cocking my head to the side slightly.

“But that doesn’t make sense!” She lifted her head to stare at me, her brows furrowed, “What about your grandfather’s dragon? Didn’t she die?”

“I…” my frown deepened, “yeah she was slain.”

“Exactly. Why can’t he die then?”

“He might’ve only been able to die if he made pact with another god.” I sighed deeply, looking down at my lap. “We’d actually have to hunt down the god of death for that.”

“I mean… maybe,” she shrugged and stood. “I’ll leave that to you.”

I looked up with a glare, the door to my room already closed with a small click.

“Can you really not think of one?” I asked, sitting at the dining table. Alpha had finally come back home, and I was able to get him on the phone to tell him to come over.

“No,” he frowned, looking over at Lance beside him who only shook his head. “I don’t know anyone who would either.”

“What about your dad?” Selenite asked, taking a seat next to me.

“I…” Alpha paused. “What do you mean?”

“Can’t your dad pass Alphias onto you since you were technically born to replace him?”

“I… I guess?” Alpha blinked.

I crossed my arms over the table. “Is that possible?”

“I’m sure,” Selenite looked up at me, “I’m pretty sure it is. I think it’s just like passing on your title to a heir; like a heir to the throne. If Alpha takes his father’s place, he might be able to take responsibility over Alphias as well.”

I thought about it for a second. I’m sure it’s possible, it’s just unheard of. At least I think so. Only a few gods when I was younger had a dragon by their side, let alone a divine beast. I didn’t realize it was a possibility to pass on divine beasts as I thought they were bound to you mentally, emotionally, and most likely spiritually.

Although I’ve never had a dragon by my side, so I wouldn’t know truly how that’d work or feel.

“I can call him,” Alpha shrugged, leaning over to take his phone from his pocket. Lance quietly watched him as he dialed Crimson.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Selenite whispered to me. I watched Lance as he stared at the table with his lime eyes. His dark red hair had grown out a ton since the last time I saw him.

“Thank you, Father,” Alpha said quietly, “are you sure it’ll work?” He sat in silence for a moment. “Oh okay. I hope. Thank you so much, Father.” He set his phone down and looked at me. “My father said it could work and he could help. I just hope he’s right.” He crossed his arms and lowered his head to stare at the table.

“When will we do this?” I asked.

“Tomorrow. I’d have to tell Maia and see what she thinks,” Alpha said, “we might be able to get this to work if we do the right ritual. My father couldn’t remember what ritual it is, but it’s in one of his books.”

“Good. We’ll see you two then, yeah?”

Lance nodded with a hum.

“It’s good to see you again, Sir,” I said, standing still like a statue under the white eyes of Crimson, his straight white hair glowing against the darkness of the night.

He nodded, standing tall as always. We weren’t going to travel back to Ragnor. Why would we? We don’t exactly need to do we? Hopefully not, since Maiatan has been the only one able to bond with the dragon well enough for him to listen to her enough and trust her.

“Father,” Alpha bowed his head to Crimson, receiving a short nod of confirmation. “I thank you for allowing this.”

Crimson didn’t say much, just a nod was all Alpha had gotten but I guess it was enough. Crimson is a hard person to work with.

I let out my breath after hearing the beating of the dragon’s large wings fill my ears. I could already feel the draft it sent towards us. The ground was overcast by a large shadow before beginning to shake as the beast landed on its hind legs, picking up dirt and dust. He folded his tattered wings to his sides and lowered the front of his body, holding himself on his hands. Maiatan jumped off from his back, patting his neck. The way she looked at him I knew the two spoke to each other mentally. She looked to Crimson and said, “Have you two started yet?”

Alpha shook his head. “No,” Crimson answered, “I had just arrived.”

Maiatan bowed her head, “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Crimson.” Crimson bowed his head slightly as well, some of his hair falling in front of his face. He took his hand and combed his hair back out of his line of sight.

Crimson turned to Alpha. “Ready?” He asked. Alpha nodded and stood straight while Crimson turned his body to him and held out his left hand. Alpha did the same, their fingertips and palms together. I could tell Alpha was nervous. //Zoe lai sae fahil no’u. Nor eio nei tut zoe lau vei cele zoe arriev á no’lou artben.// Crimson began, //nui choe moralis ne pais no’u nuih; nuih mentai eio pais no’u nor zoe ether mentai-lie. Neihn artben neihn moralis mal ce sepél. Nor eio nei cele zoe ri’occei á artben eio moralis arriev tonei eio leiv á urn. //

//Zoe lai, nei accet zoe carcue offe no nei,//Alpha responded. I wasn’t as surprised he knew the ancient language so fluently if he weren’t related to Crimson. I’m sure all of Crimson’s children (or at least the ones he knows) are fluent in Ien-Kout. //Eio nei taai zoe carcue eio taai n’air sa’il eio constri nei stroe’io warh á vai arten. Nei protet n’air á loe eio’hai á protet nei á nul eio stat..//

Maiatan kept her hand on the dragon’s neck even when I stepped closer to her. I was surprised Lance hadn’t arrived, he must be out on a hunt with Amair whereas Selenite stayed home because he didn’t realize how late we’d be out. He may be a god now, but he’s still vulnerable to a mortal’s habits. But as long as he’s well rested I won’t mind.

Crimson and Alpha took their hands back, both observing them. I noticed the blackness on Alpha’s hand had extended down almost past to his elbow. I always wondered how that had appeared at first and what it was made of since it almost looked like it had a mind of its own. But at least now I know what it’s for. I’m positive that Alphias, the Divine Beast, has a similar trait in one of his arms as most Divine Beasts share characteristics with their master.

“Thank you, Father,” Alpha said, bowing his head.

Crimson hummed, walking past Alpha and towards the dragon beside us. //Zoe á peu á mes nor, ria Faral,// He said, placing his palm gently on the dragon’s rotted snout. The dragon huffed, blowing smoke from his nostrils as he stared at Crimson with his bright red eyes.

He then spoke again, this time in a language I wasn’t familiar with. Although the language seemed to pain my ears I still continued to listen and watch with wonder. The pain in my skull continued the more he spoke and when I became numb to the pain it would come back much harder. I’ve always wondered what satanic sorcery Crimson was up to and now I guess I got my answer.

Crimson fell silent, his eyes boring into the dragon’s. I felt that since the dragon couldn’t verbally speak well that he would be speaking through thoughts. I began to wonder what his voice sounded like.

The dragon hummed, his eyes turning white. He bowed his head when Crimson removed his hand. He stood still for a moment, I knew from the way he looked at the dragon that he still spoke to him.

The dragon huffed and Crimson turned to alpha with a nod. Maiatan and I backed off, knowing we just got confirmation that the rotting dragon is fine with his end. Hopefully it will be quick and painless… if this works. Crimson walked off as well, standing beside me while Alpha stayed away from us. I’m sure it was to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone, but I’m also pretty sure that Crimson could protect us from a beast like Alphias.

Alpha said nothing, but the ringing in my ears and the tightening of my chest told me he summoned the beast with the ancient language. Is that what Crimson had used? How could he speak such a complex language so easily? I thought it was just a thought process and not an actual verbal noise.

I watched as under the rotting dragon appeared a large summoning-like circle and knew for a fact that, from the size of the circle, this beast would be large. I just wasn’t prepared for the size as much as I thought I was and I knew that neither was the dragon in the death trap. Because there was just him, then suddenly Alphias came up through the summon circle like a creature jumping out of the water. His mouth wide open had caught the smaller dragon and he closed it, crushing the smaller beast in his strong jaws.

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I was gonna send one during school, but it was too much of a hassle to find the q's and remember the numbers. Then I got home and forgot (for a good reason I hope to post later ;))) ) So lets do Darien! : 1, 9, 13, 18, 24, 30, 33, 37, 42, 49

oh lol. Yeah I probably need to reblog that.

And I apologize. I blanked out halfway through writing this so many times so some questions may seem a bit blank.

1- What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

I remember that Dairien (day-ren) actually means something. I was looking for it in my docs but I couldn’t find the meaning I gave it. So I’ll have to say something la

9- Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday?

Any weather or season that allows him to walk outside is fine with him lmao

He’s not a fan of holidays. I think he usually sits around and does nothing on holidays because no one hunts on holidays. So no work I guess? 

I’m sure he’s enjoy thanksgiving though. ‘Cause food, yeah?

13- What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?

Dairien is definitely a heavy sleeper, and a very good cuddler. He likes to cuddle. And he’s definitely a sleep talker. He’s a cute boi

18- What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode?

I’m sure they like their home now. It’s homey. Like it’s not too big or small. It has a living room, two bedrooms, two bathrooms. And littered with shelves of antiques. 

He likes antiques.

24- In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like?

*lovers

Dairien, being blind, Can’t really describe much but he could describe both of them as strong. 

30- When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?

He isn’t into the arts much? Not that I know of.

33- If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go?

I would say back to where he works. Not a lot of hunters are around certain times so he goes there to be alone. And even if there are people they leave him alone.

37- What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them?

Certain smells drives him nuts. Just absolutely nuts. And some he can’t smell (as he relies mainly on smells). It annoys him so much when he can’t smell a certain thing or a certain smell just burns nostrils. 

42- Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change?

He will always regret being unable to help his hunters in times of need. All he can really do is send more hunters and hope for the best.

49- What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood?

He can’t recall most of his dreams, but he can always remember himself trembling in fear when he wakes up. Thankfully he’s in the arms of both Maia and Amair, so everything is fine the rest of the day and he usually forgets.

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My blind son, Dairien. Dairien Oroshi-Fallan is Alpha's nephew and Omega's son. His mother, though, is unknown and Omega has no memory of her. Dairien is a demigod and was given his title by Platinum as a replacement for the twin sun gods. He was once a hunter for the kreszent region (essentially where the main group lives) but ended up promoted to Guild Master and just sits around the main hall and signs hunters in and out of hunting grounds. But if he's needed he'll actually go out and help a rookie hunter. Dairien is blind and has asthma. He's overall a chill dude and known for his cheesy dad jokes. He's pretty much that one parent that tries being hip and cool and in style but only succeeds in embarrassing himself. He's shorter than his peers, being around 6' in total. He has a polyamorous relationship. And honestly I ship it a ton. They're two of the three I'm drawing next. Hope y'all like him :3

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Maiatan “Anthony” Fallan

Maiatan was born and mostly raised in an unnamed village in the forest bordering the krescent and oojacku regions. She was an only child of Abbegaile Anthony (an oojack) and Scott Anthony (a Lagai), her older brother (Moral) having died when she was younger.

She lived in a poor family, which wasn’t rare in their village. They barely had enough food for the family of three. Maiatan and her mother would be the ones eating what food they had when they had it, Maia’s father not wanting to waste food on himself knowing he doesn’t have to eat as much as the rest of his family.

Maiatan inherited a lot from her father, but the most obvious is the oddly natural color of her hair and eyes. Many have never met Scott but Maiatan inherited his own physical traits, mostly being tall and large. At first, it’s not obvious that Maiatan is female because of her broad shoulders and face. And being almost… freakishly tall.

Maiatan was born before a war that was between the two species her parents were. Two species so similar it’s sometimes hard to tell them apart. The war, known by her people as The Hunt, came over the whole world of Tailnrr almost like some disease. In her village Maiatan was forced to flee, her father and mother protecting her as they led her away and further into the Krescent region. Her mother was slain and her father just simply disappeared.

Maiatan lived most her life on the streets in Krescent, but because of the kind nature of her people she was always cared for by someone different everyday. It was odd to her, though, as her village had done the exact different and always has. After a few years, near her 500th year, she met a scout hunter. She knew hunters had existed but she has never met one before.

Scout hunters are hunters that only bring weapons in a hunt as a last resort. These scouts usually come along in hunts to help rookies train, they’re packed with the resources needed to spot monsters and quickly trap or stun them. Scouts are usually paired with sharp eyesight and hearing, yet Maiatan was surprised to learn that the scout she met was blind. He relied mainly on his sense of smell and hearing.

The scout, named Dairien, taught her what he could, knowing she’d make a great hunter. Hunting would be a job that’ll give her enough money to have full meals everyday and even enough money to buy a house, just by hunting for a week or so. It always depends on the Monster the amount of payment you get.

For the rest of her life she’s continued her career as a Krescent Hunter, usually hunting solo. She found a point in her hunts though that less monsters attacked the cities and towns of Krescent, which pleased her. Only a few of the monsters brave enough to face against Maia would come and deliberately attack Aergele, the main city of Krescent where the hunters thrive.

After finding that less and less monsters came to attack, Maiatan found herself becoming a trainer for rookie hunters and every once in a while scouting for them in hunts.

Dairien, never really scouted much anymore after Maiatan became a true hunter, he was promoted by the region’s leader as guildmaster. So he was usually seen by her in the gatherings with a large book he’s always marking in. Sometimes he’ll help. Even when he keeps to himself, it’ll never stop her from talking to him.

Maiatan quickly learned that Dairien had been going out with another hunter, who had convinced him that he shouldn’t be hunting anymore due to his horrible asthma. He may be a skilled hunter but he scares too many hunters when he has an asthma attack during hunts.

When Maiatan met the hunter, Amair, she was surprised of his rankings, especially since he’s also a solo hunter like her and the fact that he doesn’t hunt as much as she does. She hadn’t realized that a hunter who mainly wielded guns at hunts would make it as far as him alone.

Dairien and Amair made sure Maiatan always felt at home when she was around and always made her feel a part of the family they were.

Becoming a Star Hunter was difficult from her. After the war and after the discovery of the gateway to Mai-Jayle, she was taken by Crimson to be tested so she could prove her worth of being a Star Hunter. It’s a title she wouldn’t have ever expected to receive, but seeing as her father was one of course she would have a chance.

On her journey she hatched a dragon and new companion, Toai, who had a gene mutation that caused half his body to be black and the other white, along with his daem-like horns being grown asymmetrically.

It was arduous but she was able to make it through the test in 10,000 years, the limit she had as most chosen don’t make it in time (which seems odd but it’s true).

Of course when she came back she spent as much time as she could with her family she had left for the test. It wasn’t much, just Amair and Dairien and the rest of the hunters.

Her death was unsatisfying, but she lived a full life at least and received a proper ceremony for her accomplishments.

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Two good big boys. Dairien has to deal with his animal side and sometimes all it wants is a hug. It’s kinda awkward though.

This is the cute thing I thought of earlier lol. And I recorded it too so hopefully when I get a good editing program I can make it a Timelapse :3

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You know… now that I think about it.

I feel like it’s trying to understand why Dairien disappears when playing peekaboo or something. But I don’t think it’s getting it very well.

He just wants to play is all.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not Dairien’s beast-side is blind. It would make sense if it were yeah? But who knows.

Honestly his beast is a mood lol