#fantasey

[wavetapper]

played final fantasey 14 for like 2 hours total but I think I peaked by naming my catboy Tommen Jerri

[masshu-art]

Looks werid but a drawing in progress hope you like #drawing #fairy #cute #create #fantasey #surealisim #motherhood #2024 #tiktok #instagram#facebook #media #premote #artist#supportartists

[dogboymortis]

somet hing somethig twin, fantasey cgar seat headsweat

[fantasey]

# FANTASEY. independent, selective, and mutuals only multi-muse featuring various characters from square enix’s final fantasy universe.  adored by b, twenty-four, she&her, est. sept 2024.

rules. roster. aerith.

temp muse list.

cloud strife, ff7.

jessie raspberry, ff7.

yuffie kisaragi, ff7.

jote, ff16.

[minhasneuroses]

Hoje, senti "saudade de problema". Aquela velha falta das migalhas que caem ao chão e os cachorros famintos à espreita devoram assim que tocam o chão.

Abri sua conversa. Não sei por qual razão ainda tenho salvo seu número. A tela vazia. Sem uma palavra, foto, expressão. Saudade do meu chão.

Saudade mesmo? Falta daquele velho clichê, falsas promessas de um amor que nunca vamos viver. E que amor é esse? Ou seria falta de amor próprio?! Não sei dizer.

Hoje, liguei para aquele à quem me deu a vida para que pudesse me "salvar" e levar até o escritório, mas não deixei tocar por muito tempo a ponto dele atender e bem ele se quer mandou uma mensagem pra saber "se foi engano", bem como eu já previa! E tudo bem, porque eu mesma me salvei. Eu fiz o que precisava ser feito como a adulta que sou e responsável por mim mesma. Não pensei sobre isso durante o dia, mas agora, a noite, depois de ver uma "lembrança do Facebook", a foto de "comemoração de 5 anos de amizade" com meu avô, que já encontra-se fora desse mundo há 3 anos me fez relembrar de todos vocês: progenitor e um "amor falido" nunca assumido, nunca vivido. Até agora não consigo entender a conexão. Meu avô sempre foi meu herói, meu pai, meu protetor, meu provedor, o único homem que pude contar por muito tempo na minha vida. Meu progenitor só me colocou no mundo e largou bem assim dizer e só foi "pai" uma vez. Queria que essa única vez nunca acabasse, que depois do "mal" ocorrido ele seguisse sendo "pai" para mim. E você? Bem você eu só queria que tivéssemos realmente vivido tudo o que "sonhamos juntos" ou eu só fantasei na minha cabeça. Você é mais parecido com meu pai do que com meu avô. E isso dói. Sempre dizem que procuramos alguém parecido com nossos pais mesmo que inconscientemente e bem... Ele pode ter até "orgulho" de dizer que sou filha dele, que fez faculdade, que trabalha, uma ótima mãe. Você pode até dizer que meu coração é grande, que sou boa, admirável, inteligente, capaz, gostosa, linda, dos olhos mais lindos que você já viu, da voz mais deliciosa que já ouviu, mas nenhum dos dois estão de fato na minha vida. Entenda, não quero obviamente me casar com ele... Já contigo eu me vi nessa situação. Logo eu! Que nunca quis me casar e ter família... Contigo eu quis. Mas nenhum de vocês me escolheu pra estar de fato em suas vidas... Meu Deus! Ainda está aberta a ferida. São tantos anos! Nem os quero mais contar. Eu só queria entender porquê. Por que não me escolheu? Eu sempre te escolhi mesmo distante, mesmo sem falar, mesmo nunca tendo te visto pessoalmente... Eu sempre te escolhi, mas você nunca me escolheu, nunca me fez prioridade. E agora eu me pergunto por quê?! Por que eu faço isso comigo mesmo?! Eu só queria deixar de sentir e ser assim como você e me escolher como você faz consigo todos os dias (bom pelo menos é o que parece) e ter a coragem de me abrir pra quem queira viver comigo o resto da vida.

Já não sei mais se isso é sobre você, meu pai, meu avô, sobre mim, sobre falta de amor.

Esse texto se analisado por um professor de português, diria que falta coerência, coesão e concordância. Provavelmente também diria que me falta destreza e falta de habilidade gramatical... Parece até banal.

Só sei que aqui estou. Uma da manhã da primeira sexta-feira de 2024 escrevendo sobre o que não cabe mais no peito, na mente e precisou ir para algum lugar para além das lágrimas a rolar.

Será que o verdadeiro amor há de me encontrar?!

[adder24]

The Last Woodman

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3|Part 4|Part 5

Rating: 15+ Because cussing and gore Authors notes: This is some original fiction that I have wrote and been developing for 20+ years. Welcome to the world of reapers Summery:The Banished are on a mission to make things extremely difficult for the reapers and what better way to start tipping things in their favour, than by provoking the hunters and setting up a trap. 

Warnings: There will be a lot of blood and death in this chapter. Absolutely it is nightmare fuel.

This is available on Wattpad so if you are a member or have an account, please, I encourage you to leave a comment :) Tales from the reapers scythe Wattpad link

Tagging mutuals but please do tag on, reblog, comment, whatever you need to do :) Story beneath the cut.

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Lee wanted to test his theories on how to stop the beast within and whether Adder liked it or not, every night he would take his young apprentice to a feasting spot and literally make him fend for himself, knowing damn well the overwhelming numbers of hungry Banished would provoke the beast to emerge and make light work of the horde; and like every night, Lee would use one of the two ways of calming the beast, adapting them to be more effective.

Screaming out Adder's name in Japanese seemed to be effective enough and if that didn't work, creating a high pitched ringing noise was a fail safe even if it did bring him to his knees in agony. Regardless, they worked and the more they worked on it the more control over the beast they had. It was soon learning to relinquish control once it cleared the horde of Banished. Didn't mean to say there weren't any mishaps or moments where the beast saw red and needed bringing back into line.

Yet Lee couldn't help but shake the feeling that the Banished were plotting something, something big and possibly catastrophic. Of course, Lee would be right to be concerned of that feeling because down in the darkest depths of Manhattan they lurked, pockets of tribes that hid, biding their time for the right moment to strike. Supply was limited, the reapers were on top of things, fighting to keep down numbers and keep the balance in check but that was all about to change.

News travelled fast amongst the Banished. Polar was back and the numbers were slowly growing in their favour but the exciting news was that of a reaper with a monster that lived within them. The chatter was loud, they were all talking about it within their little pockets and soon enough that news got to the man himself, the big cheese. Polar.

So about the man they call Polar. He's 6ft tall, broad shoulders, thick set and intimidating. His arms were muscular, his biceps bulged, his forearms looked to be chiselled from granite and his hands were big enough to crush skulls and gripped stronger than a vice. His hair was as white as snow, cut short and slicked back. He had deep lines across his forehead that disguised the scar over his left eye, inflicted on him from a fight with a reaper. He had a strong, square jaw, thick neck and wouldn't do a bad job passing off as a wrestler. The man had a strong presence, you knew when he entered the room, everyone would fall deathly silent as the sound of his heavy steps echoed around you.

Where he lurked was in an abandoned subway station known as Worth Street, it was covered in graffiti, soot, general grime, dust and god knows what else. Trains still rushed by the abandoned platforms, an ideal viewing platform for Polar, who had placed his throne slap bang in the middle in order for him to view the trains that went past and fuck with the minds of those on board. He got a sick kick out of seeing the looks of terror on their faces when they caught his gaze.

The throne in question was made from old twisted rail tracks, sleepers, discarded panelling and pipes. It wasn’t pretty but to be fair none of what the Banished had was pretty. 

For years the throne sat vacant, nobody dared to fill the space or attempt to rule the Banished in polars absence, They knew he was still alive, they knew he was licking his wounds in some dark quiet corner of the world and they knew it would be a matter of time before he returned. 

So now you're probably wondering what happened to Polar. Well like all Banished he was once a reaper and he was a former understudy of Lee. He came before Adder and like Adder he was a quick learner, fast and a very good fighter, powerful even but it all fell apart. He was coerced down the dark path by another strong Banished leader known as Alpha and the rest was history. Lee couldn't save him or turn him back, he was lost and the damage he caused reverberated through the years.

Polar disappeared on the night Adder was reborn as a reaper. Him and Lee were locked in a heated battle, one Polar was losing before Lee got the call. Lee assumed the monster was going to lick his wounds and come back with a vengeance; he didn't anticipate it would be over thirty years before he resurfaced again. Yet he had his reasons, he knew Lee would have another apprentice to bring up. He could have struck when the iron was hot, when Adder was still finding his way but what would be the fun in that? It would have been too easy to kill his old master's new apprentice, less satisfaction too. No he had his eyes on a different target and the fact Adder had a dark streak was music to his ears.

The message he sent to the pockets of Banished hiding within the city was simple. Dominate. He needed to increase numbers, be seen as a threat and be strong enough to overthrow and do tremendous amounts of damage to the balance, enough to tilt it In the favour of the underworld, opening up portals to hell and other horrific, nightmarish realms that only ever existed in fever dreams.

He was that kind of man, hell bent on punishing those who wronged him and on top of that list was none other than Lee. His former master had left his mark on Polar, a deep scar across his chest, a constant reminder of the time he undermined Lee's ability.

Like every day, Polar sat on his throne, watching the trains go past while he plotted his next move. 

"I bore witness to the beast Lee is keeping under wraps" Came a voice from behind, thick with a Boston accent.

Polar paused a moment before looking over his right shoulder, smiling a little when he noticed his right hand man. He was roughly five foot ten, lean yet athletic. He had short brown hair, sharp cheekbones and jawline and sported a goatee. He always wore a long black trench coat that went down to the floor, a black suit and shirt and was always well presented.

"Nice to see you Titan" Polar gruffed as he flashed a smile

“Welcome home boss” Titan responded calmly as he emerged from the shadows, eyes fixed on the tracks.

"So…what kind of monster are we dealing with?" Polar asked

"He made light work of the starved, most reapers do but he was fast, exceptionally fast, as strong as you, maybe even stronger and, the best bit, if you kill Lee you take away the one thing that keeps it under control." Titan explained.

"You mean to say this reaper has no control of his wild side?" Polar asked intrigued

"Think of the chaos we would cause if we took out Lee. We'd throw the balance, hell would rise and we would be the rulers for once" Titan replied with a Cheshire cat grin "And we have the key to provoke this beast"

"Ah yes, how is their training coming along?" Polar asked.

"Well-"

Polar quickly raised his hand up to stop him while a train approached the platform. The lights illuminating the gloomy station, sparks flying off the tracks as it maintained speed. It emerged from the tunnel and screamed past the platform, Polar and Titan watching on, grinning when they caught the gazes of worried onlookers peering out the windows. In mere seconds the station was plunged back into its gloomy state and Polar allowed Titan to continue.

"As I was saying, our newest member is picking up things rather quickly and is on course to be the perfect match up. They'll be the distraction you need in order to exact revenge on your former master." Titan continued 

"Excellent news" Polar purred menacingly before he rose from his throne. "Fancy joining me in leaving a message for our favourite reaper?"

"What do you have in mind sir?" Titan asked.

"I feel like ruffling a few feathers, sending a few hunters chasing the wrong tail"

"I'm liking your style" Titan responded

"Glad you do. Let's strike while the iron is hot, give Lee something to think about."

Titan nodded as they walked over to the platform edge and waited. Unlike the reapers, the Banished are unable to fade like their counterparts but it never bothered them, they could move fast, use the darkness to their advantage and utilise what was at hand, which in the case of Polar and his men, was the subway and since they were boarding from a station long since abandoned, they had to board by other means. I'll leave that to your imagination.

The hunters in question often congregated within Central Park after midnight, mainly because of it being known as the "witching hour". Midnight has always been peak time for the nasties in the world to come crawling out and cause Havoc and unfortunately reapers always ended up in that bracket as well. 

Most hunter families saw a reaper as being a valued trophy in their collection. Being able to bring down the grim reaper was a badge of honour in their eyes, yet none were victorious in doing so.It didn't stop them trying though and in doing so, they would become an irritation to the reaper population which is why Polar wanted to stir things up between them. 

There was no plan, no money or wares to be used in exchange, no begging or negotiations, just Polar, walking into the meeting nonchalantly and announcing himself. Of course he was greeted with crossbows and guns aimed at his and Titans head but it didn't stop the sickening grin forming on his lips. He studied the group of hunters carefully, taking note of the small six year old boy hiding behind his father's legs, fear in his eyes.

"Tell me, is it normal practice to bring a young boy to a hunting party?" Polar asked.

"The boy needs to learn his trade, so you best tell us what you're doing here if you want to leave with your head on your shoulders" The father growled. 

Polar smirked a little as he began to circle like a trapped hungry shark within the group of hunters, keeping eyes on the father; He was tall, thick set, in his forties and had short, greying brown hair, piercing green eyes and stubble. He wore a long chestnut coloured coat, the clothes underneath were black and Polar could clearly identify that he was wearing a protective vest and leg holsters. He then noticed the stunning redhead beside him, similar height, sharp facial features and wearing the same clothes. Obviously the wife, along with several brothers and sister, all looked similar in appearance to the father.

"A family hunt then?" Polar asked with intrigue.

"Yeah and we ain't got far to look for our prey" The father growled.

"Well I have a message for you?"

"Best say it before we spill your guts." Replied the father as he readied his finger on the crossbow trigger "Cause I'm running out of patience."

That's when the grin on Polars lips spread wider. Music to his ears.

"The reapers send their heartfelt regards" He purred before launching himself at the father, the father managed to pull the trigger but Polar managed to dodge the bolt and was already tearing into him, his talon like nails managing to slice open his skin while the father wrestled to take control, meanwhile Titan was making light work of the others, he was a master of using the darkness for cover, blending in and pouncing when they least suspected it, gouging out their eyes with his fingers, blinding them before turning their weapons against them, he either shot them in the head with their own guns or slit their throats with their knives, or worse. 

Titan's face was covered in blood, a demonic grin on his lips as he caught sight of the young boy running for the bushes, his mother marching towards him, a shot gun raised and trained on his head.

"Oh no, did hubby not make it?" Titan mocked.

"He's hanging in there, can't say much for you though" she replied calmly

"And what makes you say that?" Titan asked as he shoved his hands into his coat pocket "Just taken out half your family and you think, you alone can take me down? Very bold assumption for you"

“A mothers bond is far greater than anything else in this world, even stronger than you blowing smoke up your masters ass” 

“Feisty. I like it” Titan remarked

He casually started to walk towards her, pausing when he heard the shotgun being racked.

“One step closer and I’ll blow your fucking head off” She growled

A sigh escaped Titans lips as he hung his head a little before slowly lifting it again to look at the red head before him. She was a fighter, she was determined and she wasn’t going out with a whimper.

“I was hoping it would be quick” Titan replied Nonchalantly

“What? Your death?” She replied

“No… Yours” 

Before she could pull the trigger, Titan had gone, moved into the shadows, stalking his prey, eyeing up her weaknesses and plotting his moves carefully. She wouldn’t have much weight behind her but he knew she would fight like a lioness to protect her cub. His only viable option is to get her off her feet, immobilise her and keep her hands away from him.

He waited for her to drop her guard momentarily before he pounced, snatching the gun out of her hands, using it to strike her across the jaw and laughing when he heard the sickening snap of her jaw bone. He waited for her to regain her balance once more before grabbing her by the throat and lifting her, easily off the ground, her feet frantically trying to kick him but he held strong.

“You would have been a good one” He says flatly, his grip tightening around her throat “but you’re not a reaper, seems such a waste”

“Fuck you” She garbled while struggling to release his grip.

"Oh honey you wish," Titan replied

She put up a fight, struggling to break free so she could save her boy, but Titan was strong and the more she fought  to break free of his grip, the tighter he made it. In the end Titan grew tired of her attempts and swiftly ended her life by crushing her windpipe. He then tossed her lifeless corpse to the ground, leaving it in a heap.

"Now where is your boy?" He growled while he scanned the area.

It was quiet for a moment before Titan heard a rustling coming from one of the bushes nearby. A grin grew across his lips as he strode over to the bush and saw the young boy curled up, knees tight to his chest, eyes slammed shut as tears streamed down his face.

"There you are brat!" Titan snarled

The boy's eyes flew open, he turned his head and yelped in surprise when he saw the vacant white eyes glaring down at him. He began to crawl backwards on his elbows, trying to get away from the monster that he just witnessed kill his mother.

"Daddy!" He screamed in terror.

"Your dad can't hear you, he's getting chunks ripped out of him. There's no one to save you now brat!" Titan growled as he marched after him

The boy gulped hard, desperately picking up speed but finding it impossible to get away, the monster was getting nearer and nearer. Then suddenly black smoke appeared in front of him and what manifested from the smoke was a man. Tall, blonde hair, black t-shirt, jeans and boots. Then he saw it, the Scythe held tightly in his hands, the blade glinting menacingly in the moonlight. A gasp fell from his lips, causing the man to look over his shoulder momentarily.

"Oh this is perfect" Titan said cheerily "Lee and his prized pet, to the rescue"

"If you want the boy, you'll have to get through me first" The man replied with a thick London accent.

"With pleasure. Adder." Titan hissed

Titan lunged at Adder but Adder had faded and reappeared behind him, pulling him back by the shoulders, causing Titan to hit the deck. Titan scrambled to his feet, turning to face Adder, noting how there was an air of calm about him.

“Nice trick. Now fight properly!” Titan growled

“If you insist,” Adder replied as he readied his scythe.

Titan scrunched up his face and charged at Adder once again,a guttural growl forcing its way out of his mouth as he pounced and tackled Adder to the floor, raining punches down on him, Adder using his scythe as a guard before striking Titan across the jaw with the end of the snath, this  allowed for Adder to overpower Titan, using his scythe as leverage while he rolled Titan onto his back, pushing the scythe down onto his throat and applying pressure, not paying attention to what Titan was doing with his leg. Titan was slowly positioning it underneath Adder’s chest, waiting for the right moment to present itself to him.

And he got it. A lapse in judgement and Adder was soon launched off of Titan, his back slamming against a tree, causing Adder to yelp as he slid down the trunk.

"Oh that was sloppy" Titan mocked "Was expecting more from you"

Adder quickly got back onto his feet, shook himself down and went after Titan again. He went in swinging, left following after the right, over and over in the hopes one of them would land but Titan had his guard up and delivered a few body shots, causing Adder to buckle over.

"Seriously?" Titan asked with a chuckle "I thought you were a better fighter than this?"

Adder laughed at his comment and as he stood up, he elbowed Titan in the throat, causing the other man to gasp for air, Adder then moved in, swiftly grabbing Titan by the head and hurling him across the floor. It dazed Titan  and as he staggered to get back onto his feet, Adder moved in and kneed him in the face, causing his nose to explode with blood before he was unceremoniously dumped on the ground. Adder wiped a speck of blood off his chin with his thumb and loomed over Titan.

“Hold still while I put you out of your misery” Adder growled, reaching his arm out to summon his scythe.

The scythe flew into his hand, Adder tightened his grip and prepared to swing yet he was interrupted by something heavy striking his shoulder, causing Adder to drop his scythe and Titan to scurry away into the shadows. Adder quickly spun round to see Polar standing in the distance before he too, casually walked into the shadows and disappeared, a twisted chuckle following after him.

"Fuckers!" Adder growled.

Yet as Adder looked down to see what struck him, he made a gruesome discovery. It was a leg, clearly been torn off. Adder gulped hard and looked over to where he saw Polar, noticing a familiar figure standing nearby. Lee; He was on his way towards his master when he heard the whimpering of the boy close by. Adder turned around and slowly approached the bushes where he could hear the boy crying.

“Hey, it’s okay little one…it’s safe now, we scared off the monsters” Adder said softly as he scanned the area, summoning his scythe  once more and making sure the Banished were gone.

“I want my daddy” The small boy cried

Adder looked over at Lee, noticing him crouched over a body that was laid out under a street light. He feared the body was the small boy’s father.

“I know you do kid but your dad has gone to the next world. I’m sorry” He says softly, struggling to break it to the boy.

There was a moment of silence and then he heard the bushes rustle once again as the boy emerged and stood before him, Grey, blue, watery eyes gazing up at him. His cheeks were stained by his tears, hair short, brown and scruffy, clothes slightly torn, dark coloured and padded, indicating that his family were teaching him to be just like them. A hunter.

“Let me say goodbye” The boy pleaded

“I don’t think-”

“Adder” Lee interrupted, the man appearing before him “Let him see his father, he has requested to see his son. He doesn’t have much time left” Lee said softly

“Hold my hand kid” Adder said as he offered the young boy his hand.

The boy grabbed his hand and held it tightly as they began the sombre walk towards his dying father. Lee was already present, holding the man's hand while he fought for every breath. Adder approached him with the young boy, letting go of his hand when he felt him pull away, wanting to hold his father one last time, despite the state that he was in; his clothes were cut to shreds, stained in blood, wounds cut deep, leaking the crimson nectar that pooled around him. The small boy threw his arms around his father and sobbed quietly. Adder and Lee stepped a few paces back to allow them their last moments.

“...Daniel…What I taught you about reapers… forget about it, they are not monsters, they are not evil, they are guides… and they saved you” His father said weakly

“I don’t want to be alone Dad” Daniel sobbed as he clung onto him

“You won’t be… You go round to Joseline’s and you tell her dad, the Woodmen have fallen” his father gasped.

“I love you dad” Daniel sobbed “Please don’t go”

“Stay strong son… Remember what we taught you.” His father said as he gulped hard “...I’ll always be with you”

In the distance Adder picked up on some commotion that was quickly heading their way, he looked at Lee with concern, the man nodding his head in agreement as he looked at Daniel and his father, Daniel’s father looked back at Lee, he understood their urgency to leave quickly and gently brushed Daniel’s hair with his bloodied hand.

“Go with them…Tell them where Joseline lives… trust them to get you there and when you get there… keep living…keep the Woodman legacy going…do you hear me?” He asked Daniel

Daniel nodded his head.

“Go…” He gasped and looked at Adder “Get him out of here…get him to safety”

“Yes sir.” Adder replied

He quickly scooped Daniel up into his arms, his heart sinking when he could hear the boy screeching and trying to reach for his father. Lee hung back and watched as a crowd of fellow hunters marched towards them.

“We will protect him, I promise” Lee assured the man before both he and Adder slipped into the shadows, trying to get as far away as possible but Daniel's screeching had caught the attention of the hunters and a small group of them split and began following Daniel’s noise.

“We need to silence him” Adder said quickly

“I know of a way” Lee replied “It’s not something we should do but if we blindfold him he won’t see it”

“Lee-”

“We have no choice,” Lee replied as he pulled out a piece of silk cloth. “Hunters are merciless and they get worse if a child is involved. I need you to hold still.”

Adder stopped a moment as Lee wrapped the cloth around Daniel’s eyes, just as the small group  started to close in fast; within seconds Daniel’s screeching had stopped and the small group that were quickly descending on Lee and Adder's location, found nothing while the larger group of hunters had come across the grisly scene of the Woodman family.

Corpses laid strewn across the pavement along with discarded limbs and chunks of flesh. Some of the hunters' stomachs were  unable to handle the grisly sight while others needed answers. A tall older gentleman led the way, he wore a black stetson, sported a white beard and wore a black denim jacket and faded blue jeans. He marched his way over to Daniel’s father, the man was barely holding on, his breathing laboured but he still had strength left to turn his head to the man.

“... Jasper” He croaked

“Save your strength Rick.” Jasper said softly as he held the man's hand “Where’s Daniel?”

“...Safe” Rick gasped “Joseline-”

“He’s with Joseline… who did this Rick? What monster did this to your family?”

“...I don’t know…The reapers-” Rick gasped, struggling to get his breath

“The reapers did this?” Jasper asked

“...No…The Reapers…the Reapers-” He gasped again but he was losing the fight, he gripped Jasper's hand as tight as he could before he took his last breath, his hand lost grip and flopped onto the floor. Silence fell over the group of hunters, they had lost one of their own and as a mark of respect, they all bowed their heads and stood in silence before it was broken by Jasper.

“As of this day, we hunters declare open season on all reapers. Kill 'em bastards on sight"

[korinthiakos]

❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ from death!

meme. | accepting !!

“Yeah,  how can you tell?”  He just finished dumping a body and had a nice snack.  “You here to pick the poor bastard up?  What was his name again?  Think it was Paul or somethin’.”

[alliception]

Had an art block so I guess that means it was time to paint another dragon.

[exclamcook]

Ach, it’s just a wee nip everrrrry noo an’ agin, when I need a break froom all a ye bastarrrds! Besides, ye knoo I make tha best fuud when a’ve had a bit o’ fantasey morrrrphine!

Fried rat

…Really?

Oh well.

@exclamcook

We have an order for fried rat on table 3!

[yippeeepenid]

god i love bone names. when i start makin my fantasy world theres gonna be so many names stolen from bones

[masshu-art]

She’s completed now hate the piece tho but if you like her that’s good too 😂 A2 size paper #A2 #paper #art #drawing #cat #girl #vibe #fantasey #pencilcolour #artsy #instagram #tiktok #youtube

[wutaibandit]

Dream to Nightmare

People gathered in the streets, the raucous chorus of crowds babbling all at once, accompanied by the sounds of music playing throughout the city in celebration of the start of a new season of the infamous sport known all over Spira as: Blitzball.  Everyone from all over the world roamed the streets. Stalls littered the area, with their vendors calling out to catch consumers’ attention with merchandise.

A lone soul waded through the crowds of the people to the player area of the stadium, only to be halted by one of the standing blockades that prevented fans from entering the players lockers.

“Hey! I thought you'd already gone in with the team? You'll be late for the first match of the blitz season if you don't hurry up!” One of the Luca security guards motioned to the Auroch's locker room behind. 

The man in question impassively shrugged; standing with identical features to that of the star player of the team, everything about his physique matched that of "him", only the minor difference were that he bore a crop of hazel hair atop his crown from that of bleached blond. Vibrant features twisting minutely into something of an irritated snarl of the brunet young man stood there being baretted by the stadium security, hazel brows creased into a quick descent due to the less than desired company. Subtle shudder of his jaw revealing the tense connection of back molars, teeth grit together in a fashion of restrained anger— though the motion was mostly hidden behind chestnut tresses. Response failing to flow from between tightened lips at first, cerulean hues drifted away from the nuisance; gaze sharp upon the nearby landscape of the interior of Luca's stadium halls in an almost dismissive manner even while his facade resumed. Breaking into violence here would only draw attention to himself in the open, twas better to do so behind closed doors than within the public eye for the time being.

“Yeah..got caught up in town with the fans—really sorry about that.” Words mumbled with an edge of perturbation amongst the normally smooth vocalisation of his voice, the nightmare shifted away; haste within his booted feet granting him attempted exit from the personified filth of company trying to act like the very person whom face bore identical semblance toward, he was well aware, but the dream was soon to change.

(So it had come down to this; a plan to kidnap Spira's brightest star's in Blitzball, although this task held a personal vendetta within the core of its being, and I wouldn't lie to admit it was quite invigorating to how much I were going to enjoy this. Depriving Spira of its champion of light to become a champion of dark...

What a fitting end to this faux story created by the Fayth. My journey had taken me across all of Spira to track down the dream—mimicry of what I am, and what I shall usher into its place. Spira is a place for nightmares, not dreams.)

Before a question even begins to escape the security officer, he turns; sauntering around the figure to the descending steps that led to the locker rooms of the blitzball players personal quarters before the matches would begin. Bespattered boots elevate from sullied ground upon reaching the lower chambers. One foot advances before the other, and soon traversing past the several locker rooms to the Auroch's at the very end of the hallway. It’s none of his business, he’s sure.

A soft snort escapes bronze tiers closing upon the door to place a leather clad appendage flatly against the surface prying to rest cheek to the door in attempt to ascertain sounds within, having heard far too much about this much-beloved hero of Spira and star of the sport of Blitzball all across the world. Tidus (for Marthe is vastly unaware of this, despite the many years he’s lived—perhaps he’s mentally blocked it out considering he should be naught but a figment of dream made manifest by Sin?) were still flesh and blood like any being now in Spira. Still, he supposed he can’t pass up this opportunity to meet someone who is apparently carved out of legend itself—ah, though he does wonder at the kind of individual this one is exactly .

As it is, he feels a rush of excitement slithering up his spine, for already he hears the faint steps of someone within the locker room. This was clearly personal, obviously. If he could avoid violence, he would. (…Maybe that was a lie.) However, to remain inconspicuous is a goal that takes priority over everything at this time. If that means roughing up his query, then the thief has no problem with it. Prying the door open gingerly, subtleness kicked in to the nightmare to slither into the room like a snake sneaking up upon its prey in preparation to ambush it out of surprise. After making sure the coast is clear, Marthe swiftly makes his way toward what resembled a lone blonde-haired figure,immersed in physched behaviour to take heed of his approach, getting changed unaware of the dangers that lurked behind him.

Like a whisper, he found this task to be too easy. Proceeding to the critical point undetected. He studied his movements, how casual the other poises, and the oblivious look clearly visible on the stranger’s features until the man were within striking distance did the serpent strike upon its prey. Latching a pair of arms around the dream's neck and head alike—locking him into a firm hold—his grip tightened around his windpipe to choke the air from his lungs.

“I always wondered how it'd feel to meet ya...” His voice taut and vindictive, a firm jerk tensely against his throat to starve him of further air dancing with a struggle of footfalls across the locker room, and he was not shameless to showing the perturbation in his eyes leering at the blonde from behind his cranium of blond tufts, screaming for the other to try and put up resistance and see what could happen. “Now I know. It's time for the dream to become...a nightmare.” Serpentine vocals brushed against the pierced lobe of the dream's ear. He snorts then, feeling his mood change, fluctuate ever so randomly and perhaps he’s a little more serious now he held his victim in his clutches, now bearing witness to the other’s plight become a struggle to stay conscious.

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You start to put how people can see thing so differently when a song that is clearly about a sex hotline has comments about politics and how this song is about anything other than sex. 

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Tales from the reapers scythe part 3 - Bumpy Beginnings

Part 1| Part 2| Rating: 15+ Because cussing and gore Authors notes: This is some original fiction that I have wrote and been developing for 20+ years. Welcome to the world of reapers Description: What is life like for a reaper? It’s certainly not like the life we are led to believe, a being that helps you on your journey when you pass. No it is far more than that. There is a balance to keep, creatures to keep at bay and enemies hell bent on making a reapers life even more difficult. We join Adder after being shot in the head by his captors and discovering something dark roaming within the depths of his mind This is available on Wattpad so if you are a member or have an account, please, I encourage you to leave a comment :) Tales from the reapers scythe Wattpad link

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Sleep seemed illusive and the night seemed to last a lifetime before the dawn eventually broke, it’s light seeping into the warehouse and becoming the natural alarm for Lee. The light caused his eyes to flutter open and adjust before he reached up with his hand and brushed the sleep out of his eyes. He then pushed back the covers and sat himself up, he took a moment to fully wake himself up as the morning light cascaded over his scarred body, illuminating him and highlighting the battles won and lost. He then got to his feet, made his way to the kitchen and filled a cup with water before carrying it over to where Adder slept. He smiled as he watched him sleep for a moment before he tipped the water in the cup over Adder’s face, which caused the man to sit up, panting as he tried to catch his breath.

“Good morning” Lee said softly a smile on his face

“Please tell me that was water” Adder gasped as he wiped the liquid from his face

“It was water, one of the oldest tricks in the book and still an effective one at that. Now...it’s time for you to get up. We have a full days training to get through”

There is no denying that training for a reaper is classed as one of the most intense training regimes known to man and beast. From day one, a reaper is expected to reap souls, make the correct decision and keep the fragile balance of life and death stable.

No doubt it has crossed your mind how a reaper is expected to do such sorcery. How a reaper is to know a soul is ready for picking, how they get there in rapid time, how they make the correct decision and yada yada. Well, it just so happens that I am about to explain the complexity of such a system but firstly let me explain the souls screaming loudly in your ear when you are first “Born” bit, again. When a Reaper is first born, their senses are on overload, much like when a child has been born into the world. This sensory overload eases once the reaper has used their scythe for the first time. I guess it’s like putting on a seatbelt.

Now that bit is explained, it’s time to break down the system. Question one, how does a reaper know that a soul is ripe? Well ladies and gentlemen, the key is the blade on the scythe. See when a reaper is due to collect, the Scythe will reveal itself, doesn’t matter if it’s disguised as a walking stick or a book, if there is a soul that needs collecting, it will revert to its natural form. Fun fact, a reaper once had a scythe that disguised itself as a roll of toilet paper, a soul was ready and...well I’ll let you imagine what happened next. Anyway once the scythe reveals itself, it’ll have a glowing finger print on the face of the blade, the bit where you can see your face, not the sharp owwie bit. That fingerprint tells you that a soul is ready for collection.

So how do they get to the soul? Well that awesome glowing fingerprint also acts as a portal. Once you place your hand on it, you are taken to the soul in question. The first time a reaper has to experience it, it usually ends up with their stomach contents on the floor, which is why Lee avoided breakfast with Adder.

Next one. How do they make the correct decision? Now this process is cool and I could explain it simply, however, this would be detracting from Adder's story and let's be honest, wouldn’t we all like to know how he managed the first one? Yes? No? Well whatever the answer is, I am going to share it with you and let me tell you, his first soul was...awkward to say the least.

Adder was still in the clothes he was in when he escaped the Japanese science facility, torn Khaki trousers and a white, blood stained vest, fantastic first impression right there. He didn’t have time to change and Lee didn’t have clothes out ready, the moment the soul dropped, Adder had to go and Lee had to be with him in order to help him with the process. Lee explained what he had to do and as expected, the first time wasn’t so smooth. Adder found himself bringing up his stomach contents the moment he emerged, Lee appearing beside him. That white blood stained vest now had vomit added to the list.

Where they ended up is where things start to get awkward. The soul in question was an elderly lady and she wasn’t too impressed that Adder had emptied his stomach on her clean carpet.

“I don’t know who you two are but I didn’t clean my carpet just for you to be sick all over it. You better clean it up or so help me!” She nagged in her broad New Yorker accent.

Adder quickly stood up and noticed an elderly woman, dressed in a long white nightdress, slumped into an armchair and beside her was her ghostly image, looking cross and trying to pick up a newspaper that she had on her side table.

“My sincerest apologies, please forgive me and my young apprentice” Lee said calmly as he approached her.

“I don’t care! You’re in my house and you are trespassing….and you have weapons!” She shrieked as she clocked Adder’s scythe

“Oh you’re going to be a tricky one aren’t you?”

“I beg your pardon!”

“I’m afraid there is no time to explain ourselves, Adder we need to move fast” Lee responded hurriedly

“What kind of a name is that?” The woman snapped

“Well what do I do?” Adder panicked as the spectre’s anger was becoming apparent and books had now started to fly around.

“Their fingerprint should now be at the top of your scythe and it should be glowing a nice orange” Lee replied as he ducked a few books “You gotta put your thumb on it to start the process of judgement”

“Will it hurt?”

“No, unless you get a bible thrown at your head, don’t worry I’ll distract her for you”

Adder gulped and looked at his scythe, noticing the finger print at the top of his scythe. It was indeed glowing a nice, lava orange and as he lifted his hand up to it, he could feel some heat being emitted from it.

“Hurry up Adder!” Lee called out as he blocks yet another book being hurled at him

Adder took a deep breath and placed his thumb on it. Instantly everything about this woman's life was coming at him like a movie projection that had been sped up at a ridiculous speed. He could see her when she was a young happy girl, growing up in a loving family. She liked to bake, sew and garden. It quickly moved on to her being at the funeral of her father and then progressed again to when she was twenty and was at the funeral of her mother.

She had a loving husband and a family of her own by the time she was twenty two but as she and her children got older, they grew distant, an argument affected that relationship and it never recovered. By the time she was fifty, her husband passed away and this woman spent her remaining twenty years as a lonely, sad old woman.

He didn’t see anything within her life that would warrant her going to a form of hell, she just lived her life but clearly there was one regret that she couldn’t resolve, that she could never forgive herself for.

Once the vision was over, Adder dropped to his knees trying to catch his breath.

“Well?” Lee called out, finally settling the woman down by holding up a crossword he had found in the paper.

“....She holds onto a mistake ... .one that she can’t forgive herself for. And her name is Marie by the way”

“Alright, good. So souls with unfinished business usually end up in purgatory. It’s where they resolve their business and then get sent on from there….you just need to tell her that, get her to touch the blade and away she goes”

“I’m not going anywhere!”

“I’m afraid you are Marie.... Look at your chair” Adder says as he slowly gets to his feet

Marie, as she liked to be called, slowly turned to see herself slumped in the chair. Her cold fingers hugging the arm rests, head slumped to one side, appearing as though she had just nodded off to sleep, her glass of water on the side table untouched. There was no denying that it must have been hard for her to accept that, to accept that she was now dead and that her lifeless corpse was all that remained of her.

“I’m sorry Marie…” Adder says softly “But it’s time to go”

“... You’re him aren’t you? You’re that skeleton bastard!”

“Here we go” Lee groaned

There were further books and choice words hurled at Adder and Lee as Marie argued that “No bony assed busy body” was going to take her into the afterlife, however, after three minutes of trying to talk her down, they managed to convince her that they were not skeleton bastards and that they were only trying to help her to the afterlife. She grabbed Lee’s arm as he ushered her over to Adder. He instructs her on what she needs to do as well as explaining to Adder the process. To complete it, the soul must touch the blade in order to be taken to the afterlife. Oddly enough, their fingers will glow the same orange as the fingerprint on the scythe as a means to identify that they have the right soul. After all the problems she caused them, Marie went calmly, she even apologised to them before she left, which Lee accepted and wished her luck on her journey before they were left standing in a now quiet and somewhat empty home.

“Well she was interesting” Lee said before he looked at Adder “Onto the next one my young apprentice”

“But…I need to change Lee!” Adder protested

“Death waits for no one Adder” Lee replied with a smile on his lips “I’ll get you some clothes when we get a long enough break”

That break didn't come till the end of the day, after eight hours of constantly being rushed off their feet, dealing with a variety of souls, some easy going and accepting their fate and some being a bit like Marie. So when Adder was finally allowed to stop and catch his breath, he found himself lying on the floor outside the warehouse, listening to the waves gently lap against the harbour, helping him to focus his mind, calm himself and put the day behind him.

As promised, Lee brought Adder some fresh clean clothes. He brought him a pair of black jeans, a white tee shirt and some clean underwear before he sat down beside the man.

“You should watch the sunset over the harbour. It is one of New York’s hidden beauties.” Lee said softly as he watched the horizon, noting the sun starting to come down for the day and fishing boats coming in from their days trawl “It makes you truly appreciate the beauty of this world and thankful for the second chance you have been given. Not many people will get to see the sunrise tomorrow.”

“Certainly puts things into perspective when you put it like that” Adder replied as he slowly sits himself up

“It does….I have seen many of them and each one is as beautiful as the last” Lee says thoughtfully

Both men sat silently and watched as the sun set over the harbour, allowing mother nature to show off her beauty as she cascaded a beautiful orange glow over the city, Lee smiled and thanked her for allowing him to watch.

“You hungry Minarai?” Lee asked

“Starved and what did you call me?”

“Minarai. It means Apprentice. Now ... .I'm going to make some beef Ramen, you’re welcome to help when you are ready.”

Adder didn’t need an invite in order to help Lee with the Ramen, in fact it became a regular habit for them to sit down at the end of each day and cook a hearty meal. Adder would fire questions at Lee and the man would answer them as best as he can. The questions varied and at times Adder was like a three year old trying to learn about the world around him, throwing question after question at Lee, who answered each one with minimal fuss. Some of them were asked about their lifestyle, did they have a different diet? Could they still drink or smoke? Lee’s answer was their lives were still the same as the day they came into the world. So in other words there was no change, they could still eat shit, get drunk and fill their lungs with nicotine if they wished.

There was also the question of how many reapers there actually was in the world and truth be told, Lee didn’t know but he knew that in New York there was at least six of them, each one covering a particular time period and area, which was why he and Adder could sit down, eat in peace and get some much needed rest. Had Lee met any of them? Briefly, he knew that at some point Adder would need to meet them too, a thought that made the man cringe, especially when he thought about introducing him to a reaper that called himself the Puma. A thought that could wait a few more days before he dared to entertain it again.

As annoying as the questions may seem, Lee was impressed with the way his apprentice was taking to his new life, he was curious, a quick learner and wasn’t afraid to get stuck in, which impressed Lee greatly, even when they had a few awkward encounters, like the naked man they found wearing a bear mask, sat at the dinner table. He died of a heart attack but there were many questions they wished they could have asked him but knew they shouldn’t.

Within a month Adder was finally able to do his tasks on his own, Lee started him in a small area, just to get him used to the pace of the job. Manhattan and the Bronx, both small areas to cover but both highly populated areas, a good test for the young apprentice who seemed eager to impress. Of course his first day alone was seemingly littered with hiccups. On his first job of the day, his scythe decided to fall down and become buried in a coffee table. Needless to say the soul wasn’t too impressed with Adder damaging his property, which made the transition into the afterlife for that soul, a tad awkward. He also had to endure a dog peeing on him whilst attending to another soul, as well as having various items thrown at him, ranging from cups of coffee to handbags and being called “That Skeleton bastard” time and time again. To top it all off when he came to return to the warehouse, he faded in short and ended up in the harbour, Lee helping him out.

“Guessing your first day went smoothly?” He asked with a gentle smile

“Oh you are funny” Adder says as he hauls himself out, with Lees help “It had to be the worst day ever”

“Funnily enough, my first time alone was also the worst…..I mostly encountered elders who enjoyed throwing rice”

“I’d rather rice than handbags, heels, books and in some extreme cases a yard brush”

“A yard brush? Oh we are privileged!” Lee mocked

“Stop” Adder grumbled as he squelched back into the warehouse

“Alright. By the way I made a Lasagne, Aquila gave me a recipe and a method...If you haven’t had it before, you are in for a treat”

“What…..What even is it?” “An Italian dish, with layers of pasta, Meat and cheese sauce. The last layer is a cheese topping”

“Sounds interesting, I’m always up for trying anything once” Adder responded, impressed with how Lee was continuously expanding his culinary skills “Just don’t try and sneak anything fish related in”

“I won’t, although seafood Lasagne can become a new-”

“Don’t even think about it!”

The comment led to a loud laugh that escaped Lee’s lips. There was no denying that he and Adder had developed a bond in that short time and for Lee it was more than welcomed. He finally had someone to cook for, someone to joke with and share stories, an interaction that he had missed greatly but he knew he wasn’t ready to tell him about what happened to the unit before him, yet at some point he knew that the time would come, not just to tell him about their demise but also when he would need to let them go, to achieve the promise that he kept, that he would make sure that their scythes were given to the right people.

Of course it wasn’t something he wished to think about right now, He occupied that thinking time with learning new dishes, training up Adder and creating art. He made sure that Adder didn’t see the inner turmoil that he faced, the difficult decision of when to let go and when to tell their story but for now he was going to focus on easing Adder into this life of reaping and making him an exceptional student, something he knew wouldn’t happen over night.

On the plus side, Lee felt Adder was ready to be told about the enemies of the reaper and whilst the other man showered, he pulled a thick book out from a concealed compartment in the floor. He blew the dust off the cover and wiped it down before carefully opening the book and smiling when he noticed the beautifully hand drawn pictures. They were drawn by himself and his clan members, a back catalogue of the monsters they encountered on their travels and they had seen some beasts, from Enenras which are monsters made of smoke, to the usual ghouls, shapeshifters, witches and Vampires or Jiangshi as the japanese knew them as. He smiled as he thought back on fond memories, remembering the times they fought as one to vanquish the beasts and protect human life.

He carefully traced each drawing with his finger while reading their descriptions underneath, written in traditional Japanese Kanji. They made sure to go into great detail when describing the monsters, noting traits, colours, appearances, behaviours and where their allegiances lay with the reapers, if they could be trusted or if they were to be feared. Surprisingly, from what he remembered, the vampires and Reapers had an understanding, they would leave each other alone unless one went rogue.

After half an hour Adder finally emerged from his shower, smelling fresher and in clean clothing, his nose picking up on the smell of food cooking, his stomach rumbling.

“Reaping don’t half make you hungry” Adder says as he sits down on the floor

“That it does, we will feast and then I must show you this” Lee replies as he pats the thick, leather bound book beside him.

“The hell is that?”

“An encyclopaedia on all the beasts and ghouls you will encounter during your time as a reaper”

“What? Like Mavis down Lexington avenue? Or like Werewolves and Vampires?”

“Werewolves, Vampires, Succubi, everything that is written in stories to scare the human mind, exists and since we are the keepers of the underworld, we have to make sure they stay in check” Lee says seriously

“You’re having a laugh” Adder says with a smirk on his face

But Lee wasn’t “Having a laugh” He was deadly serious. The ghastly creatures written in horror novels and appeared in many mythical tales, weren’t just the figments of the imagination of writers struggling to sleep. They were very much real and knew how to keep themselves hidden.

“The reason we exist is to keep the delicate balance of life and death.... Balanced. Every now and then the underworld and the heavens will produce something to test our resolve, which is why these creatures have been brought into existence, in the hopes that one side can overpower us and throw the world into disarray and yes, the heavens will occasionally bring an Angel down to keep an eye on us. We also have to compete with Supernatural hunters who will kill anything not human and display them as a trophy, including us. So yes, this may seem strange, bizarre and made up but the threat of these monsters are very much real and you need to take it seriously”

He pushes the book towards Adder and opens it up onto the first page of hand drawn illustrations. Each creature drawn and sketched looked like something to emerge from a fever dream, some were long, spindly creatures, alien in appearance and unnatural, some were colourful yet deformed and some were human in appearance, yet there was something slightly terrifying about them, like the spacing between the eyes.

Underneath the illustrations were brief descriptions of the monsters in Kanji, something Lee could read but not Adder.

“....Lee…...I can’t read this…. "Adder says, embarrassed with his lack of understanding of the other man's language.

" You don't need to read it, the pictures tell you all you need, although if you wish for a lesson in Kanji, I am more than willing." Lee responded with a child-like smile on his lips.

"It would be ignorant of me to refuse"

Lee's smile brightened as he nodded approvingly "Alright, I'll teach you the language of my ancestors, teach you my heritage of my people and maybe when I am long gone, you can teach others about the land of the rising sun and how we are all not the monsters you see in that book"

"I never said you were."

"No, you never but unfortunately others do… war can do that, can make people turn ugly, fills them with a burning hatred that can last hundreds of years… Maybe a millenia. Stories are passed down from generation to generation that are twisted with every telling and forgiveness can take a very long time."

"That's a very heartfelt speech there Lee, speaking from experience?" Adder asked, oblivious to what was happening in the world around him.

Lee just gave him a tiny smile before gathering up the empty bowls and taking them to the small kitchen.

"Pay attention to the world around you and you will see the hatred I speak of." He says calmly but the words carried weight behind them.

Adder was born in war, he was at the epicentre of a nuke dropped by the opponent, a warning that if they continue, more will come and yet he was oblivious. Oblivious to the death and destruction that was inflicted upon the world around him, the lives lost because one leader despised a race of people, blamed them for his country's misgivings and set out to eradicate them as a means to make his people stronger. Oblivious to the horrendous weapons created to kill one another, as mankind descended into a madness, hell bent on destroying one another. Oblivious to the seething hatred Lee's people faced every day due to the actions of their motherland's leader.

Adder's naivety was like that of a child being born into the world, innocent and pure. He'd like to keep it that way for as long as he can, but he knew the world was a cruel place and that one day Adder would learn of his roots and when he does, Lee hopes to be there to help him handle it. For now though he had to help him navigate this new world and pass on the teachings of those before him. Not an easy task considering the climate they were living in, where hatred ruled with an iron fist, a new way of living being carved out. Peace no longer existed, fear was the main ruler of this new cruel world and a reaper's life was to become even more chaotic and dangerous.

"Lee… How come I can't read Kanji, yet I understand you speaking it?" Adder asks, his voice breaking Lee's trail of thought and pinging him back to reality.

He studies Adder for a moment before giving him a slight smile "Because death is universal…" he says as he starts to clean the bowls and saucepans "There is no language barrier when it comes to death"

"Fair point" Adder replied as he continued to study the pictures in the book, trying to imagine what the beasts would look like in the flesh and shuddering at the thought of ever encountering them.

He had gone through the beasts, ghouls and spirits and was now onto the section that he could only assume was for demonic creatures. All of them looked horrific, some were oversized versions of the creatures that roamed the earth but with a hellish twist, some were human-like with notable features like horns, charred skin, demonic eyes or black wings and others were just not of this world entirely. All of them managed to get Adder’s attention but there was one that sent a shiver down his spine, the type of shiver that made your blood run cold.

The creature in question was human-like in appearance, but the eyes were blank, expressionless and empty. The hair was white yet the creature looked young and fresh faced, not aged and weary. Adder studied this drawing carefully, noting how fresh the ink looked in comparison to the others, a recent discovery that was possibly made by Lee. There was no description for this one, just the words "Banished" scratched angrily onto the page. Adder slowly lifted his head from the book and looked at Lee, who was busy arranging his bedding.

"Lee what is this creature" Adder asked as he turned the book round to show him."There's no description next to it just the words Banished"

Lee quickly flicked his eyes up to look at the creature in question and then froze the moment he saw the image presented to him. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as a cold icy chill shot down his spine.

“A mistake” He growled

“Oh...well, it was in the book so I thought-”

“You thought wrong. That creature is a mistake” Lee growled as he strode over and snatched the book from Adder, slamming it shut and placing it under his arm “You have studied enough ghouls and monsters, time for you to make some tea and forget about this…..mistake.”

“But what if I encounter one-” “ENOUGH! No more talk about this…..Banished!”

Lee was never one to get angry, never one to have a snap reaction like that but there was something about that creature that caused immense fury from the man, a fury Adder never wants to see again.