#for now - raptor riders it is

[mandalorianchronicles]

Bo and Din in a few episodes when the chicks are grown...

[alexatheris-44]

Grave Lord, Drenched in Blood

Technically Part 2 to this amazing piece by my awesome homie @voidwritesstuff :DD

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CW: lil bit of blood, description of body horror

Summary: Creation has its Four Horsemen, but the Pale Rider carries the name of Ataraxy… Where is Death? And what company could he possibly be keeping?

> Made for the Against Creation AU !! It’s probably a good idea that you’ve read Darksiders The Abomination Vault before this, not for spoiler reasons (yet) but for more insight on Death’s history. You won’t be missing any important context if you haven’t though :3 (yet)

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He was there long before the beginning.

From the moment there was light to cast brightness, shadows danced at the edge of all things; a clinging spectre that sowed naught but pain and misery. For all who found their end alone and in the dark, the cruel nature of life to be taken sooner than was ever planned. The restlessness, those brief moments of such despair, felt as the final weight of all that was to be -now to be left undone- bears itself in full upon the soul. The heartache, the bitterness, the loss…

If she was the gentle end of Life, he was the After.

Age did nothing to weather his battle hardened visage, his severity reflected in every line on his face, every crease in his skin. While his face wore his horrid mask -hiding his prominent facial features save for his hollowed cheeks, invoking the imagery of a glowering skull but lacking any mouth or teeth- his permanent scowl was unmissable. He held himself with such certainty, an almost palpable sense of strength. If not visible by his composure then in the sculpted definition of his muscles, only further defined by how taut his skin -the very hue of undeath- stretched over his pronounced frame. He was thin yet indisputably strong, sinewy but long since his last meal. One could mistake him for a living corpse, the reanimated body of a most ancient and formidable warrior now haunting the halls of some lesser lord’s castle he had since painted in their blood.

And yet Death very much still lived in vigor, despite whatever rumours tended to flit about between each corner of Creation. Something about how only four remained of the warmongering race known as the Nephilim; how they rode under the new title of Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and committed a genocide of their own people. He remembered the massacre all too well, scarred into the very archives of his unending memory. The smell of it, the vile taste to the air -simultaneously acrid smoke, bile and blood. Death was rather more familiar than most with the sight of gore, but to know he once called those eviscerated corpses his kin… his brothers…

“Anathem!” Death’s voice barked from his throat under a growl, his hand clenching into a white-knuckled fist against the dark stone table he hunched over.

A sound of stirring came from the shadows of the corridor before him, the scraping of metal against rock following a light-weighted thump, as if something had fallen from the rafters. An odd pattern of footsteps began approaching from the dark; one step carrying the clicking of claws against solid ground, the other just a muffled tap, as if bare, easily missed unless actively listening for it. The reason for this unique footfall became quickly apparent as the individual entered visibility, though their appearance would only call for more questions. His left leg sported the structure and talons of a raptor or bird of prey, while his right appeared much more porcine. This mismatching of limbs also applied to his arms: the left as much flesh as it was bone, sporting spaces in the palm as if a cartilaginous web leading to angular fingers; the right sporting only four spindly fingers that each ended in an elongated claw, thumb and pinky roughly at the same height in their placement on his chitinous hand. In a universe teeming with abnormality -life running rampant to craft itself in nearly every shape, size and colour- it was clear to any whose eyes fell upon this being that this was an abomination, something once -perhaps- born but since unmade. Short and slender horns grew above an otherwise plain humanoid face, unlike any demon ever perceived. He was a patchwork of stolen flesh, so much so that his scars were hardly distinguishable between surgical in origin and a hard lesson learned in lethal combat. Looking at him prolongedly instilled a sense of unease, stirring thoughts of dread at ever meeting whoever so cruelly crafted and carved him into this blasphemous form.

“You called?” Anathem’s voice croaked as he rolled the words from his yet unfamiliar tongue, his most recent bodily acquisition. Death had assured him the tongue of the demon polyglot would give him its proficiency in the infernal languages, and while that proved to be true for the moment it felt as if an unwieldy serpent whipped about inside his mouth when he tried speaking in his native language.

“Tell me there has been a development from our latest endeavour.” The frustration the Nephilim presently felt laced his gravelly tone in a misdirected reproach, as if his current company held any blame to their situation.

“I grow tired of all this inaction.”

Death’s ire was a difficult thing to earn, usually so cold and calculated it would take a true and continuous push of his buttons to evoke the flames of his wrath. And oh how brightly it burned in his fiery orange eyes, twin stars in the midst of collapse for eternity. Despite being the centerpiece upon which fell the Firstborn’s glare, Anathem merely shrugged.

“I only just came back from my visit to Hell's Underground.” The roll of his shoulders disturbed the peace of the ghostly green chains anchored into his shoulder blades, each heavy link rattling only once against one another all the way down to the thick cuffs shackled at either wrist.

“I’d say another day at the most before I hear back. After all, we are hoping for discretion.”

Death’s eyes narrowed sharply, near warning, though Anathem knew him well enough to stand where most others would cower and fold to their knees. The Nephilim let free a hiss of breath as he straightened, a rare moment to revel in his full and towering height -nearly a metre taller than Anathem even if the shorter were to stand on the tips of his mismatched toes- before comfortably slumping his shoulders, clearly making the effort to calm his temper.

“I trust that the message was clear? We have no room for ambiguity.” His tone was now much cooler, near icy if not for the faintest hint of a cruel mirth.

“The severed head of their leader is a hard thing to misinterpret.” As fluidly as a languid housecat, Anathem closed the distance between them and brought himself up on the dark stone table, stepping to its edge to take perch before the Nephilim at eye level.

“As well as their matron’s, just in case.”

“A fine touch,” Death let slip a chuckle. His eyes snagged to the tear in the cloth wrapped around Anathem’s abdomen just below his ribs, something the creature likely would've tried to conceal had he even noticed. Death’s eyes turned sharp again as he grabbed nearly the entirety of Anathem’s waist in a single hand, a finger forcing the fabric to reveal the ugly gash hidden beneath.

“And what is this?”

“A Hellion snuck up on me, must’ve been reckless.”

“You are not meant to be reckless. You are meant to be untouchable, that is how I made you.”

Anathem hissed as Death prodded the wound, a fresh trickle of inky blood oozing from under the weak scab.

“Yet I lived with hardly a scratch,” he stared back into Death’s infernal glare with such an unshaken resolve, his pupils a golden marble completely still despite swimming in the deep-red bloodshot of his eyes.

“As you’ve taught me.”

His fingers raised to brush against Death’s arm, in the best way his inhuman limb could deliver a caress. His fresh bleed had dried about as quickly as it began, once more closing the wound that it may heal into a new scar adorning his pallid flesh. While the manacle at his wrist pressed coldly against Death’s equally chilled skin the chains themselves posed no obstacle or obstruction, their arcane nature merely phasing through any limb or object in the way of their wearer’s intent. Death’s grip lessened only slightly, not yet satisfied to release him just yet.

“I trust this misstep will not be repeated,” he warned, his hold relinquishing the site of injury to reestablish higher against his ribs. His thumb brushed against the scarline of Anathem’s pectorals as he leaned in. Anathem was now cast in Death’s shadow, the warm candlefire of his eyes a beacon in the dark of his sunken eyes and the protruding sockets of his mask.

“Lest I level the Hells before Heaven ever gets the chance.”

Anathem lolled out his pitch black tongue, only to then flick it at the point of the mask’s absent nose. Death practically tore Anathem from the table, pressing himself firmly against the smaller being, feeling his ally’s legs instinctively hook around his midriff. The rattle of the spectral chains played their tune as Anathem weaved his claws in Death’s impossibly black hair, his Frankenstein’s monster of a body ready to take on Death in any form, in all his brutality, and stand all the taller after.

As if an objection sounded by the will of the Universe itself, a shrill cawwing pierced the air in interruption. The sound forewarned the sudden arrival of a large crow beelining to deliver urgent news to its master.

“Finally,” Death’s voice slithered under his breath, eyes tearing away from the being in his grasp to follow the flight of Dust.

“Another time then?” Anathem began to draw away but Death’s iron grip held him in place, his other hand catching Anathem’s thigh to pull it back up over his hip.

“They toyed with my patience, they can be made to wait.” The Nephilim’s rasp rumbled low in his chest -a dark purring- as he bent forward, resting Anathem’s back to the table below. Death could be made to be patient, but only on his own terms. He would not wait for anything nor anyone, had the power and drive to bend the world to his will. Anathem smiled, dusked fingers curling around the edges of the bone mask adorning his lover’s face.

“We will unmake the Balance yet.”

[monsterwaterwolf6]

The restoring Team: Chapter 8

Later night

Critters and Strikers team are so exhausting and resting. However, Hoppy already uses a gun to shoot at Kickin outside. Bobby and Prettybird trying to stop them, FixFox and Leopardaisy are enjoying watch them. “You try shoot at me but still missing me, Bunny!” A chicken laughing, notices no reply from a bunny. Look at her and found Hoppy already switch machine gun with evil smile. “When you get that!? That not fair!” He is keeping dodging from shoot of machine gun by Hoppy.

Bobby looks at FixFox and Leopardaisy who already laughing, “Stop laughing and help us to stop this!”

Moment while

Everyone is in a living room and discussing how they are doing with Kenna. KickinChicken got two hits on his back and butt cheek. Hoppy smiles at him as KickinChicken annoyed.

“Ok, Hoppy. Lean. What happened with your fighting Kenna?”

Hoppy looks at her captain, “Well. I can not read her move. Too fast. That moves of her, I believe, she said martial arts. I seen one move; two fingers poked. I feel like air push me off. Also, she can resist my power when I tried strike her… she is trying kill me and Lean with that tree! Now I see why Poppy and Director Ludwig needed to get Myth Team back.”

Berserkerine folds his arms, “I do not see her moves.”

Drago sighs, “I guess, you keep punches on her…”

“So? She is still dodging from my punches. But she broken a tree to fell on me and I dodged it, but I do not notice that Bobby was trap and cannot move because those vines caught her legs. That Kenna just stands and watch us! I do not choose to save Bobby. But a tree was catch by vines before land. Kenna said that she had that before with one of the cults. Their dirty move when a building collapsed, there two kids stuck under stones. Kenna decided to save them instead chase that cult as valuable information a cult had. Kenna told me to trust my team. She called to other her teammates to catch a cult while Kenna saved two kids. So, they did catch a cult. That make sense why Kenna and her teammates have lots of experiences. I guess, i understand her…” he is still not accepting it.

Catnap yawns, Leopardaisy sighs, “Same for us. I am surprised Catnap can not beat Kenna as second commander. I think should trying beat as only captains and second commanders. Or just all of us.”

FixFox point with her finger at Leopardaisy, “maybe she is right, we should fight her together. Team works right?” Everyone nods in agreement. Drago typing in system until finally found few videos.

“Ok I found few, let see what Myth team doing in gym or training.” They watch few videos, how they get much stronger. They already understand how Kenna feels after she was chase by something like metal by captain raptor who control the metals. A wolf training his teammates for learn be martial arts. Often a Pegasus and a dragon are fighting in heat as other teammates include until pined them off by pissed off captain raptor. Incredible powers when they trainings. Now they know which powers of them. They notice that a snake is very skilled at making potions or poisons, including red smoked from the cults and itself Prototype.

Once done watch. FixFox sulking in a couch, “Damn, they are crazy training too much… that raptor, no wonder she is captain.” They are talking and decided to go to bed for night.

Next day,

They have gotten group again and still kick ass by Kenna, but Kenna teaches them few times. They almost catch her but still Kenna is very faster. Hoppy and Kickin are chasing Kenna who laughs and leave Lean and Prettybird behind.

However, something happened,

Kenna is joking on Drago and Craftycorn. “Are you plan to marry? I wonder what look like your kids in future.” Both blushing space riders are embarrassing when mention kids.

A blushing Craftycorn yelling at Kenna at top of a tree, “That very early ask! Stop ask us about marry or kids!”

Kenna laughs and rolls on a branch until a branch gave up to broken. She fell to land on another branch, ‘ouch!’ Two space riders sigh as can not believing that Kenna asked about marry or kids. Kenna rubs where sore is. “Well, that hur-.” Kenna getting spooky as a voice again, ‘Kill me now… please anyone… kill me… now…!” Kenna looking around in panic. Two space riders notice.

“Hey, what wrong?”

Kenna is surprises that they did not hear a voice. “Huh?! You can not hear a voice?” Two space riders look at others then look at Kenna and shake their heads. “I am not sure what goi-.” ‘STOP ME…!’ Kenna holds her head and try calm herself down. She feels pressures like someone try to grabbing her. Kenna accidentally uses twister to destroy the trees, “STOP! GET OUT MY MIND!” Suddenly Drago pulls Craftycorn out of the harm from twister or destroy tree felling. Craftycorn and Drago shouts out to Kenna. But either Drago or Craftycorn not get Kenna, only a voice calling Kenna. Everyone hears and run to them.

In Kenna’s mind

Kenna found in a darkness as herself, “Oh no not again!” A voice calling her. She looks at where voice from. There is a shadow. Large one. Kenna is guard up and wait until a shadow step, a hand… no large claw and appears two red spots. Large smile on face. “What hell that!?” Not possible to see face, very dark. Suddenly a large shadow jump to attack her.

Kenna snaps out and let fire out to burn some tree by accident. Notice she stand around the trees and look down. Critters and Strikers team are so tired and dodging from a twisters, fallen Fire branches or trees. Suddenly she shut down her power off as fire disappeared. She drops one of her legs to kneeling on a branch. Her hand lift and shake to land her face. “What hell that stranger in my mind? Look like a monster or something. What hell happened!?” She decided to leave as avoid hurt the space riders. She is disappearing in the forest.

In a ship

Bobby and Prettybird checking on all teammates. Most of them not bad shape, barely wounds. Craftycorn explains, after that.

Catnap take seriously, “A voice? That sound like I use my power, or someone call Dogday to came to Angel Planet. But that is bad, something happens to owner of voice trying to reach Kenna. We need check out, but we need rest and ready tomorrow. No training tomorrow, we must investigate it. We need figure out where Kenna is. Got it?” Everyone said ‘Yes!’ Once they go to bed for night.

Kenna already in a water for cool her down. “Someone trying to tell me or something. Man, I guess.” Kenna gets out a lake and dryer herself before going sleep.

Morning

A trembling ground wake Kenna up. Kenna keeps herself hide and listening. The voices, not from in mind, they are talking about something. Kenna peeks out and see the cults there. ‘What? The cults? What are they doing here?’ she waits until they leave. She run out and opens her wings to flying. She looks around in the forests until she catches something move. She gets low in the forests. She pushes the branches and looks out to shock. A large ship belongs to the cults. Kenna takes leave to her hideout. Her wing get fire, grab her phone from magic wing. Start calling to Ludwig.

“Hello, Kenna.” “Ludwig! Get teams come here now!” “What? What happen?” “The cults are here; I am not sure what are they doing here.” “Really? Ok let me get Poppy contact the teams in emergency. Poppy! Kenna informed me, the cults are there. Get teams ready in five minutes. I will join them too. Poppy explains to you about you need go to protecting for Critters and Strikers if they have bloodline monsters. Go! Get Critters and Strikers out of there before something happens!” “Yes Sir!”

Kenna run out her hideout to flying over to teams.

Critters and Strikers

They are already in the forests and searching for Kenna. Calling for Kenna. They decided to split up and look for Kenna. Kickin and Prettybird looking and calling for Kenna. A bird decides to ask a chicken, “How you close to Kenna? Like her?”

“Well, I like her but not in love with her. She is like older sister to me. I do not have any siblings. Also, she is much funnier and often trouble with Poppy. You will like her when you get knows with her. I am enjoying to fighting her but still kick my ass all times.”

She laughs, “well, I do. She is genuinely nice, soft fighting me while training. She knows I am nurse. She said I need that for protection myself. That not bad.” They are talking about Kenna. Prettybird catch her eyes, “I think see someone move over there.”

Kickin looks over, “I think that is Kenna.” Click his radio in his ear, “Guys! I think, we found Kenna. We are at bit southern.”

Dogday response, “Ok, we are on way now. Get her now.” Other teams are not far from them.

A chicken and a bird move to get her. When they get closer to her, but Kickin notices it. “Not Kenna! Those cults! Guys! It is not Kenna, that was the cults!” As he click radio to tell others.

Dogday suddenly responds, “Shit, what hell the cults doing here?! Be careful, Kickin! Prettybird! We are running now!”

The cults already see the two space riders and running away. The two space riders starting to chase them.

Kenna flying over the forest, she sees the two space riders chasing the cults. Catch something in her eyes, look over to closes, “Oh shit! That targeting missile rocket!” But too late, it is start flying over to the two space riders.

Kickin already see a missile rocket gun hold by a cult, “Prettybird! Get back now! That a missile rocket!” They get back but a cult already pulled it as a missile rocket flying over to them.

Dogday and others have arrived and see this. They get panicking and calling their friends.

A missile rocket gets at a chicken and a bird. An explosion as a loud.

“KickinChicken! Prettybird!”

I have free times this weekend as nothing doing because closer to Christmas time. I am working to drawing on my team. Take while to practicing and study artists’ arts. So, who this a large shadow in Kenna’s mind and will KickinChicken and Prettybird survive from explosion by missile rocket? Find out for next chapter!

Kenna belong to me

Strikers belong to @tekumaniac311

Space Riders Au belong to @onyxonline

[dandelionsresilience]

Good News - April 1-7

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1. Three Endangered Asiatic Lion Cubs Born at London Zoo

“The three cubs are a huge boost to the conservation breeding programme for Asiatic lions, which are now found only in the Gir Forest in Gujarat, India.”

2. United Nations Passes Groundbreaking Intersex Rights Resolution

“The United Nations Human Rights Council has passed its first ever resolution affirming the rights of intersex people, signaling growing international resolve to address rights violations experienced by people born with variations in their sex characteristics.”

3. Proposal to delist Roanoke logperch

“Based on a review of the best available science, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (Service) has determined that the Roanoke logperch, a large freshwater darter, is no longer at risk of extinction. […] When the Roanoke logperch was listed as endangered in 1989, it was found in only 14 streams. In the years since, Roanoke logperch surveys and habitat restoration have more than doubled the species range, with 31 occupied streams as of 2019.”

4. Fully-Accessible Theme Park Reopens Following Major Expansion

“Following the $6.5 million overhaul, the park now offers [among other “ultra-accessible” attractions] a first-of-its-kind 4-seat zip line that can accommodate riders in wheelchairs as well as those who need extra restraints, respiratory equipment or other special gear.”

5. ‘The Javan tiger still exists’: DNA find may herald an extinct species’ comeback

“A single strand of hair recovered from [a sighting] is a close genetic match to hair from a Javan tiger pelt from 1930 kept at a museum, [a new] study shows. “Through this research, we have determined that the Javan tiger still exists in the wild,” says Wirdateti, a government researcher and lead author of the study.”

6. Treehouse Village: Eco-housing and energy savings

““The entire place is designed and built to meet the passive house standard, which is the most energy-efficient construction standard in the world,” says resident Wayne Groszko, co-owner of one of the units at Treehouse.”

7. 50 rare crocodiles released in Cambodia's tropical Cardamom Mountains

“Cambodian conservationists have released 50 captive-bred juvenile Siamese crocodiles at a remote site in Cambodia as part of an ongoing programme to save the species from extinction.”

8. The Remarkable Growth of the Global Biochar Market: A Beacon of Environmental Progress

“Biochar, a stable carbon form derived from organic materials like agricultural residues and forestry trimmings, is a pivotal solution in the fight against global warming. By capturing carbon in a stable form during biochar production, and with high technology readiness levels, biochar offers accessible and durable carbon dioxide removal.”

9. 'Seismic' changes set for [grouse shooting] industry as new Scottish law aims to tackle raptor persecution

“Conservation scientists and campaigners believe that birds such as golden eagles and hen harriers are being killed to prevent them from preying on red grouse, the main target species of the shooting industry. […] Under the Wildlife Management and Muirburn Bill, the Scottish grouse industry will be regulated for the first time in its history.”

10. White House Awards $20 Billion to Nation’s First ‘Green Bank’ Network

“At least 70 percent of the funds will go to disadvantaged communities, the administration said, while 20 percent will go to rural communities and more than 5 percent will go to tribal communities. […] The White House said that the new initiative will generate about $150 billion in clean energy and climate investments[…].”

March 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[laresearchette]

Monday, November 04, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: INSPECTOR ELLIS (AcornTV) HOLIDAY BAKING CHAMPIONSHIP (Food Network Canada) 8:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: 2024 SNL ELECTION SPECIAL (NBC Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA PRIME MONDAY NIGHT HOCKEY – DEVILS VS. OILERS

CRAVE TV HAPPILY EVER AFTER — THE DARCY AND JER STORY

NETFLIX CANADA ANCHORMAN: THE LEGEND OF RON BURGUNDY ANCHORMAN 2: THE LEGEND CONTINUES

CFL FOOTBALL (TSN2) 2:00pm: Lions vs. Roughriders

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THIS HOUR HAS 22 MINUTES (CBC) 8:00pm: 2024 One-Hour U.S. Election Special

MURDOCH MYSTERIES (CBC) 8:00pm: Murdoch, Watts and Choi investigate the overdose death of a bookkeeper living in new workers' housing.

WILD ROSE VETS (APTN) 8:00pm: Dr. Cori's team is busy when they find a mysterious scar on a new shop cat and assist a puppy who was hurt after leaping from a car. Dr. Allison discovers an infection in a dog but is less confident in her dancing abilities as she learns to jig.

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN1/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 8:15pm: Buccaneers vs. Chiefs

HORSE WARRIORS (APTN) 8:30pm: Tensions rise as Leon suspects his rider, Tyrone, is responsible for two consecutive losses due to moonlighting as a rider for other teams. Logan steps up to ride for the Old Sun men's team when they lose their previous rider, Justin Maguire.

PLAN B (CBC) 9:00pm: Mia seeks therapy to address her controlling behaviour; Paul attends counseling while Mia supervises his visits with his daughters; Mia's unresolved issues resurface, leading to a family confrontation.

DESTINATIONS OF THE DAMNED WITH ZAK BAGANS (Discovery Channel Canada) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Zak Bagans sends his team to Armero, Colombia, where thousands perished after a volcanic eruption in 1985.

PARIS HAS FALLEN (CTV Drama) 9:00pm: A protection officer and an MI6 operative team up after a terrorist attack; they suspect a mole as they race to thwart a larger conspiracy threatening Paris.

THE TRAITORS CANADA (CTV) 10:00pm: One player finds themselves the focus of suspicion from many of the guests; the future of another player's game is on the line in the latest mission; loyalties are torn apart as The Traitors continue to turn on one another.

TOP CHEF CANADA (Food Network Canada) 10:00pm

DIVIDED BY DESIGN (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Ray and Eilyn compete for a $150,000 renovation project with clashing homeowners' tastes; the delay of Moroccan tile pushes Eilyn's schedule.

ACTING GOOD (CTV Comedy) 10:30pm: Grouse Lake Grouse Break

[djpain619]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Kreig's Back On The Menu Boys

Took me a while but I've finally got together the Bits and Kits I need to complete my Kreig Combat Patrol . I've got my Armored Sentinel. I've got the Feild Ordinance Battery Bits and the Grognard HeavyWeapon/ Command box with enough ww1 German gas masked helmets to make a couple Feild Ordinance Batteries.

I've also got Aztecs and Raptor mounts with cavalry legs to make 2 full 10 Rider squads of Rough Riders. So my Aquillacan Carabineers will finally have Kitbashed models. I've been procrastinating a long time with kitbashing these. I originally wanted the helmets and weapons of the Wargames Atlantic Ooh Rahs to make them more high tech, but now ive settled on just Aztecs in Jeans, wearing the occasional cowboy hat while riding Raptors, kinda vibe. And I can get the main bodies done and just order some 3d printed carbines to tack onto them later.

I've also got several NCR Ranger Helmets. These will be used on Grognard bodies to make Centurion Rangers. I plan to put at least one Centurion Ranger with 2 Kreigers on at least half of my Feild Ordinance. I like to imagine having MPs to enforce regulations among the Kreigers would help them feel at home.

[ana-lora-rein]

𝘌𝘺𝘬𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘛𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘭𝘶 ܟ 𝘖𝘊 𝘈'𝘮𝘰𝘬 ܟ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 9 A fierce, guttural growl echoed around him, making him shudder in surprise. Na'vi emerged from the dark, deep forest on the back of a huge tanator. Nevada was covered in goosebumps. Kentucky, goggling, hid in terror behind the broad leaves, unable to believe his eyes. Sitting in a leather saddle, the warrior held the ferocious predator with two ropes woven to resemble a harness. His long scythe was connected by neurotubes to the predator. The Thanator, a bloodthirsty beast beyond anyone's control, was astonishingly obedient. It proudly raised its narrow mouth and growled menacingly at the visitor standing in the center, displaying an impressive array of sharp, healthy fangs. Then, with feline grace, it dropped to the ground with two pairs of massive forelegs and allowed the rider to step to the ground.

— Why don't we get out of here, huh? — Kentucky panicked. Sweating profusely, he began frantically gulping oxygen under his mask, as if he couldn't get enough air.

— We can't get away if we're spotted… If that thing smells us… Quiet!

The Tanator's rider was a young, slender fellow with black battle paint on his face, wearing bone armor and a leather belt, with two long daggers of some animal's sharp teeth protruding from the sheath. He squatted silently by the babbling stream, washing the blood from his long fingers, and then turned his attention to his guest.

— Tarsem… — said the Thanator's rider in Na'vi, as he approached the guest and, as a greeting, bent the fingers of his left hand and placed them on his forehead, bowing slightly. — Why have you come to us, warrior?

— Oel ngati kame, — the man who called himself Tarsem answered politely. — A'mok, brother, I think you know why I've come, for word travels faster than a banshee.

At this point Nevada mentally thanked Michigan for the leader forcing the troop to learn the language of the natives. Now he could understand them fluently and learn all sorts of information that might come in handy somewhere. Kentucky, on the other hand, had not fully mastered the material, so when he heard the unfamiliar speech, he became even more wary and was about to crawl away, but his comrade grabbed him by his suspenders, preventing him from leaving. Nevada wasn't sure they could escape unarmed, especially after seeing the tame Thanator.

The Na'vi named A'mok smiled briefly at his guest's words and approached his tanator. Placing a hand on his narrow black snout, he encouraged the raptor to lie down obediently on the ground like a pet kitten.

— You're not my brother… — he said indulgently, stroking the animal's nose. — You know, rumors can deceive our imagination, but your words will allow us to understand exactly what you're up to.

Tarsem pursed his lips and slowly raised his head in a haughty pose. It was noticeable how tense the guest was. This conversation clearly did not begin on an easy note for him, but still he tried to look confident.

— The rumors do not lie: I have come to propose a clan alliance. The sky demons have returned. Their iron birds have grown larger and their iron armor stronger. They kill our Mother and build an iron village that grows larger by the day. It is harder to resist them now.

A'mok didn't answer. A smile of irony appeared on his lips for a few seconds, and his hands continued to slide down the tanator's face, toward the scruff of his neck.

— The Clan Alliance… — he said after a few moments of tense silence. — Tell me, Tarsem, do we look like we need an alliance?

— Our clans need it. We must join forces against a common enemy and fight back! My scouts report sad tidings… Several clans from the south have lost their homes, and another has been completely destroyed. Demons are building a road there, and the iron beasts have rushed down that road. The sound of their wheels can be heard for miles. A'mok, they're digging up our land, they're collecting iron!

— Omaticaya is not the only one with scouts, Olo'eiktan. My warriors have long been watching the celestial creatures. I know all this, but I see no advantage in allying with you.

Kentucky, hearing the familiar words, became visibly animated, sticking his nose out between the leaves, glancing at the two blue natives.

— That's Chief Omaticaya, — he said. — So that's why he wasn't there the day we fucked his clan.

Nevada hummed softly.

— Looks like the bastard's trying to get all the monkeys together. Hopes they can beat us… Ha…

— That coward Jake Sully gave the clan to the wrong fool, — Kentucky whispered with a sneer.

— Yeah, that one, apparently. If that monkey gets even a few clans together, there'll be another round of sabotage on every front. Do we need it? No. We still have to get our hands on those guns and kill those two.

— That's not a good idea, I told you… We can't risk it. The second we move, that big beast over there is gonna tear us apart.

Tarsem's menacing hiss distracted the two fugitives from their chatter. They concentrated on the natives again.

— You dare to seek advantage for yourself! — The proud Olo'eektan of the forest clan shouted, his voice echoing overhead.

A'mok's fangs clenched, and even his grounded walking tanator raised his head, warningly grinning at the intruder for raising his voice to his rider.

— We must fight back against these demons who are destroying our home! — Tarsem continued to stand his ground. — Killing our Mother! Destroying her laws!

The rider of the thanator confidently approached the impertinent guest face to face, and asked:

— Do I need to remind you of my clan's history? The history of my father? Need I remind you of what the Anurai have suffered while the Omaticaya kissed the hand of the enemy and allowed him to educate their children? You yourselves are to blame for the troubles that have fallen upon your heads.

— Na'vi have all heard the story… — Tarsem's gaze narrowed and his face lost its former boldness. — Rai'uk was a legendary warrior. He fought for his people until his last breath.

— He was avenging his lost clan, — A'Mok explained, clenching his fists, but his face was calm and centered. — Revenge.

[bluebudgie]

budgie can you tell us more about glenn and naoise?

Waaah! I mean yea sure! c:

Their whole story is still kinda messy and full of plot holes since I'm gathering background inspiration and information as I slowly go through GW1, so please bear with me;;

But the outline is basically that Glenn is a charr raised in a human noble family (possibly of Ascalonian descent / possibly related to GW1 shenanigans) around Beetletun (undecided). They took in the charr cub as a sort of "poster child" to prove to remaining doubters and separatists that these "beasts" are just normal people "if raised with proper values". Don't think I have to point out that this setup is kinda... mh.

Anyway Glenn's a pretty meek and quiet person. Definitely lacks some backbone. Grew up carrying that heavy burden of somehow having to fulfill all these social expectations that were set by his family. Always left feeling inferior to his sibling(s?), whom he loved very dearly nonetheless. He's more the scholarly type. Prays to the human gods. And he's an excellent rider! Roadrunner raptors run (no pun intended) in the family. He's got a grey one! Name pending.

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Naoise is the dictionary definition of a way too lawful, way too loyal knight. Originally I wrote him as a Seraph but I also really want to appoint him as a personal knight to the aforementioned noble family and I'm not sure if that works in the lore considering Seraphs are the city police more than anything else. But I really want to keep the Seraph thing. I'll find a way to combine both somehow. Anyway he's the "duty over everything" guy. Awfully pious. Easily flustered. Also gay. Which doesn't pair well with being easily flustered. And also a good rider. What's a knight without a trusty steed, right?

He and Glenn have known each other for quite a few years now. I don't really know about all the details yet, just that Naoise is his loyal protector and completely devoted to Glenn ('s family). On a purely professional level of course. Or.............? :)

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Thank you for asking!! This was unexpected ;w;

[huntunderironskies]

Rating the GW2 Mounts in the most Unhelpful Way Possible

I can now say I have thought about the most useless worldbuilding exercise for GW2: how mounts would theoretically feel to ride. This is, as I'm sure you can tell, the most important thing to consider in a video game. What's a mechanic? Never heard of her.

So a quick prelude: if you've never rode horses before: you cannot actually sit still in the saddle or you will, probably literally, break your crotch and/or fall off if the horse is doing anything faster than a trot. Because the horse is, well, moving and its muscles and legs are going to shift you around on its back. In order to not die or be seriously injured, you have to use the stirrups (unless you're going bareback in which case…yeah, I'm not sure what you'd do because I've never tried, I assume you would have to grip pretty tightly with your legs around the horse's side so you can still keep with the horse's body motions) to lift yourself up and then back down with the horse's gait. There's a rhythm to it and you kind of get used to it over time. Now, as we all know, horses don't exist, but the techniques should be roughly comparable, so now I have given unnecessarily in-depth consideration to what the different mounts would be like to ride.

Raptor

I'd imagine this would be pretty rough-- having its center of gravity towards its back end and therefore jerking forward a lot would make it a bumpy ride even if your balance and technique is really good because you'd have the additional complication of needing to lean forward while keeping your rhythm. Also the raptor bobs forward a lot when they're moving, which again makes it hard to keep your balance. 5/10, but that long jump looks like it'd be really fun until you get the mastery where it gets to be an absurdly long jump.

Springer

God, this looks like they'd be a nightmare to ride. All of the bouncing around means it'd be hitting the ground hard which is probably fine for the springer since they're built like kangaroos but not for you. This would be particularly bad in its high jump since you'd need to stay high in the saddle for the duration of it before the springer hits the ground. Even with the backpiece on the saddle giving you more of a seat to settle in, it seems like there's a serious risk of sliding off. 3/10.

Jackal

Among the most comfortable looking other than the turtle which doesn't have a saddle so much as a mobile command center. That said, briefly heading through the Realm of Torment while porting would probably be a little scary. 8/10. Probably no different than riding a horse, honestly, if the horse went to hell whenever it needed to travel somewhere it couldn't otherwise reach.

Skimmer

So the skimmer seems to be more or less frictionless other than air resistance, which would probably make it very comfortable to ride. It's just hovering all the time meaning there's little adjustment to deal with. The saddle being set that far back looks like it'd be a little odd to get used to but at least skimmers don't really do sudden stops so much as sliding to a stop so overbalancing wouldn't be too much of a problem. I'm not sure how going that fast underwater would feel because they have not invented underwater jetpacks yet, but I imagine that much water pressure whooshing past you would mean you'd have to work a lot harder to not fall backwards off the saddle especially since they are fast underwater. The aileron roll that it does during its engage animation seems like your primary trick riding stunt and would take a lot of practice to do right but that wouldn't be something a beginning rider would deal with so I'm not counting that. 9/10 on land, 3/10 underwater….probably? Who knows.

Griffon

General speculation I've read is that winged creatures would be particularly difficult to ride because you're right behind their wings most of the time which would mean more motion right in front of you, making balancing harder. Also, if you fall you die. Griffons do flap their wings but spend most of their time gliding which would make this a little less bad. Diving, on the other hand, would be absolutely terrifying especially having to pull up from one because the shift in direction would make you lurch around no matter how good your technique is. However, I love their weird chimerical non-traditional griffon-ness, and they make cute trilling and cooing noises. 7/10, solely docking points for the fact that I would probably die riding one. Worth it. I want to pet one. That's not what I'm supposed to be grading on but I'm making an exception here.

Warclaw

Same thing as the jackal but bulkier and slower. The difference between riding a hotblood and a coldblood. Probably not fun for short people, I know I never was very fond of riding draft horses given that back when I was riding I was able to ride fairly large ponies with how underweight I was. Condolences to all the Asura who do WvW. 8/10 if you are of reasonable height, 5/10 if not.

Roller Beetle

A mixed bag. On one hand this would clearly be quite smooth since the saddle is levitating and therefore it'd be another frictionless ride. On the other hand the current estimation for top beetle speed is around 137 mph. That is a lot. I'm also not sure how you'd give guidance to the beetle without reins, my current guess is you'd lean into the saddle like you do a motorbike and somehow the little parts that make the saddle float cause the roller beetle to feel a shift in sensation on its carapace so it knows to turn in a direction. That's sort of what it looks like in the animations. I really hope there is some kind of gravitational field on that saddle or if you hit any kind of obstacle you are going to launch yourself out of the saddle and die, so given that doesn't happen I assume there has to be. 6/10, about as dangerous as the griffon but not as much fun to pet (that said, they are still extremely cute.)

Skyscale

Man, I need to log on to check again but from what I remember that hover animation looks like it'd be uncomfortable for the rider with the way the skyscale's back is curved. I don’t have a skyscale, don’t look at me, the quest is a pain in the ass. Anyways, same issue as the griffon with more flapping. The speed boost being another aileron roll would realistically be a bad idea in the air but you make it work between g-forces and probably at that point having an insane amount of riding practice by the point you get one.

In summary: 2/10. All of you who let your commander sit on their Skyscale in midair while camping events are monsters. I have sympathy pains in my calves whenever I see that.

Siege Turtle

I don't have much to say. The luxury touring bike of mounts. Comfortable seats and you can shoot things (note: you cannot shoot things on a motorcycle without a great deal of effort and probably breaking the law depending on where you live), though the jump jets and stomps might cause some jarring. I feel like being that close to cannons might necessitate earplugs but otherwise 10/10. Somewhat confused about the fact that when it sinks to the water you don't start floating out, so I guess there's invisible seatbelts, but that still makes it more comfortable than a skimmer underwater.

tl;dr

The commander probably has calves of steel from riding around all the time though I guess some saddles could have like, magical stabilizers that help, I know a few saddles use stabilizers as an ingredient when you're doing the collections to get them, also this is what I think about at two in the morning.

[pandoriasmostwanted]

🐾⚔️ for all of them :)

🐾 [PAW PRINTS] -> Does your Original Character own any pets? If so, how many and what kind?

Ylva - Basically owns a private zoo at this point, she has so many animals. Dogs, cats, rabbits, birds you name it, she probably has it.

Phoenix - Also owns a lot of animals, but she trains animals for tv and movies

Branwen - has a small flock of ravens, and a cat. The ravens are named after the Addams Family and the cat is named Salem

Calamity - she has a seagull named Fripp :)

Lorelei - doesn't have any pets in the traditional sense, but she does take care of the animals that live in her lake

Blake - co-owns Phoenix's animals because they're together <3

Persephone - she has an African bush viper that is basically a glorified house plant

Aida - she has a black and white cat named Oreo

Drew - doesn't have the time for any pets, but if he did it'd be something low maintenance like a ball python

Morgan - her dad is a wildlife rehabber, so they're not pets, but she does spend a lot of time around animals

Hayden - she has a Rottweiler mix puppy named Libby

Max - no pets currently, but I could see him getting a rabbit or guinea pig.

⚔️ [CROSSED SWORDS] -> What is your Original Character's relationship to Dark Core, their Riders, and Garnok in general?

Ylva - Even though they're supposed to be enemies, Ylva kind of pities the Dark Riders. She can't help it, it's just who she is. In another lifetime she feels they could be friends. Thinks Darko is a pathetic wet cat and Mr Sands is a loser, though.

Phoenix - Tries to ignore them mostly, she's tired of the emotional whiplash they give her between flirting and attempted murder.

Branwen - No real feelings either way about them, though she did turn down their offer to recruit her. She did once have a violin battle with Katja though.

Calamity - Was briefly part of Dark Core, but they kicked her out because she was too annoying. She still shows up every now and again because they refuse to update their security. She also broke their portal by accident.

Lorelei - Doesn't like Dark Core, she despises what they're doing to the environment, and is personally responsible for that scar on Sabine's face

Blake - Basically ignores Dark Core.

Persephone - Had a Raptor-esque experience with Dark Core briefly before she broke off their contract and has ignored them since

Aida - Detests Dark Core, the Dark Riders and everything they stand for.

Drew - Blissfully unaware

Morgan - In the same camp as Lorelei, hates how badly they're screwing up the ecosystem with their bullshit

Hayden - Kinda stays out it, she knows they're bad, and she helps the druids and keepers of aideen how she can but she's not a fighter

Max - Blissfully unaware of everything

[grimmwolf]

TICO TACO YA YA YA - TICO TACO YA YA YA

Now that I’ve got your attention…Ahem…let me introduce…

Pause, for dramatic effect…

My next post lmao

Yo! I’m sick af. I’ve been sick af for a while now, and I haven’t been getting many quality shifts lately. Sad. Sad boi. Sad boi time. Sad boi hours. BUT, I did just get the most amazing and vivid shift I’ve had in a while. I think I unlocked another memory. It was of my past life as a Raptor. It started out as wolf shift, as it had done so many a time before. They usually start out as wolf shifts cuz this table I stand on with just my arms makes it appear and feel as though I’m standing like a wolf. So I was doing the usually wolf stuff. Watching, sniffing, growling, ya know. And then, I saw it…

The back of my rider’s head. Dark, curly-ish hair. Color like dark chocolate. He wore a silver headband this day. The skin on the back of his neck, tanned from the sun. Dark, and clear, like cocoa. His robes were orange, lined with golden strips. His sandals brown and woven, slightly weathered from the desert sand. His thin but strong calves exposed. He speaks…

But I don’t know what he said, can’t remember. All I saw was his head moving left and right, his mouth opening and closing, and his arm waving side to side. And all I was doing was watching. I stood behind him, tall. Taller than him, taller than most others around us. Other Raptors, other animals and creatures. Dinosaurs. I must’ve been in my Raptor form…

I was very wary, very alert, cautious, quiet, careful. I saw, and heard, and smelled things, things that were foreign to my Raptor self. I had grown up in the jungle, so these things usually found in cities were unknown to me until this day. The day they brought me in from the jungle. When they found me, I was lone. My family no where to be seen, presumably had passed on. And I had lived on my own, until they found me…

I was a bit frantic. All these new things startled me. The “Fresh Meat”. I didn’t know anything, other than this man that was in front of me, took me in, and cared for me. So I stuck close to him. Clinging to his form like a lost toddler. He was my savior, my protector. My everything I know. My everything, now. I had no one else besides him in this moment of my life right now…

I nuzzled my shoulders and neck close to him, peeking my head out passed his shoulders to see everything around us. My backside felt vulnerable though, so oftentimes I would shift my weight and turn around as to protect my other end, as I knew there were others like me here. Others, who were male. And ready for a mate. They’ve been ready to take a mate for a while now, having been no other females here before. So I, was their center of focus now…

I got lazy and didn’t feel like adding more. I’m sick, don’t blame it on me 😂 BUT, if I feel like it, I may add more to this later, or just make a whole other post relating to this. Idfk, I’m sick, I don’t gotta know these things rn

See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya!~

[ashes-writing-corner]

In the Heart of Winter

Chapter 2

The Lorcains only had to wait a matter of minutes before another royal house arrived holding banners of a white eagle holding a rose in one claw and a trout in the other on a blue field. House Nevrakis were the rulers of Thilux, the summer kingdom. Strong allies to the Lorcains, the Nevrakis were like a second family to the Lorcain children, and it served the other way with the Nevrakis children.

Siobhan held them in high regard, as they had never been anything but kind to her and her family. She was closer to Iris Nevrakis, the oldest of the summer brood, than she was to Aislinn. Countless letters had been sent between the pair, usually via one of the Nevrakis raptors.

Siobhan put an arm around Seoras' shoulders. "It's House Nevrakis. I think you'll like them" she told him.

"Think so?" Seoras looked up at her.

His older sister smiled. "I'm sure of it. Demetrius and papa were best friends. They grew up together. He may as well be our uncle".

"Think they'll like me? Like Ronan?"

"I believe so. They're really easy going".

Overhead flew the pride of House Nevrakis: Their trained raptors, birds of prey that had helped turned the tide in the War of Man and Magic. They were a signature in Iorera, and House Nevrakis adored these feathered, fierce creatures. Among them was a golden eagle named Nike, who was trained by Demetrius Nevrakis, king of Thilux and Lord of Summer. Close to her was a kestrel named Ioanna. If memory served Siobhan right, she was trained by Maia Nevrakis, Demetrius' wife and the lady of Summer. Behind them was a bird the autumn princess knew well: A barn owl named Vassilios, who was trained by Iris Nevrakis. He had delivered their messages back and forth for a while now, but Siobhan hadn't heard from Iris in a few months. He was followed by a female osprey named Klymene, a male sparrowhawk named Alekos, and a male peregrine falcon named Lambros. Siobhan wasn't too certain on the trainer of these birds. The other kids of House Nevrakis sure but she wasn't sure of specifics. She watched as the birds landed in the trees close by, watching their family roll in.

The Nevrakis were an eccectric lot, laid back and fun loving. It was said they were descended from the ancient merfolk rather than the earliest elves that served the Fae millenias ago. They loved the sea and the wind alike, and it was even said that summer elves even grew scales on their bodies as they aged. Siobhan had even read about a rare bunch actually being born with finned tails and webbing between fingers and toes.

They rolled up in beautiful carriages made from what appeared to be giant pearls. The windows and doors were lined in gold shaped to look like ocean waves. The driver and footman were dressed in the sky blue on the house's banners. The horses that pulled the carriages were silver furred, and their harnesses were made from gold and decorated with large sapphires. The Nevrakis were the wealthiest family in Iorera, and they weren't afraid to show it.

The carriage stopped and the footman stepped to the door to open it, but let out a rather comical yell of surprise when one of the riders opened it first, nearly knocking the poor man to the ground. Out of the carriage first was a short, pudgy man with a bald round head. His eyebrows were black and bushy, his dark green eyes bright with happiness. His beard was thick but nice and cleanly kept. His face was freckled and with a slightly hooked nose. His thin lips were curled into a delighted and joyous smile. This was Demetrius Nevrakis, the wealthiest man in Iorera.

"He's gotten rounder" Aislinn noted aloud.

Siobhan glanced at her from Seoras' side. "Hey, Aislinn, can you go five minutes without being a total bi-"

"Siobhan Aithnea Lorcain! Mind your words!" Neassa glared at her sharply.

"She's the one calling the lord of summer fat!"

"It was simply an observation Siobhan. Contain the calamity of your mammaries".

"Yeah a bitchy one" Ronan replied not looking at the eldest Lorcain.

Aislinn gasped as if Ronan had offended her. "Seoras, I swear if you don't muzzle that thing-"

"Not a thing!" Seoras told her through gritted teeth, his tone icy.

"Guys!" Seoc rolled his eyes, "It's like I'm getting babysitting except I'm not getting paid..."

The siblings fell into a heated quiet as Demetrius helped his beloved wife, Maia, out of the carriage. Maia Nevrakis was a beautiful elf, every inch of her radiated nobility. Like her husband, she was short, but carried herself remarkably well. Maia had long chocolate brown hair that cascaded down her back elegantly. Her eyes were a deep emerald, a signature of summer elves. Across her neck was a tattoo of a budding tree branch, the buds lavender across her pale throat. She wore a long silk gown of lilac, which matched the flowery headdress she wore. The headdress was decorated with ebony dyed antlers, giving Maia the appearance of having stag horned crown. Maia happily took a look at the Lorcains, her lovely lips a soft shade of magenta.

"Oh look at you all, it's been so long!" Maia came over to them excitedly and hugged the Lorcians until she got to Seoras, "I haven't seen you since you were a tiny thing. Are hugs okay?" she asked the autumn prince.

Seoras shook his head. "No, sorry".

"Oh no need to apologize dear. I understand perfectly. Not everyone likes hugs and close contact. My younger daughter's the same way. It's why I asked". Maia smiled kindly.

"I like hugs!" Ronan spoke out.

Maia chuckled. "Awww who's this little fellow?"

"Ronan. I made him" Seoras told her.

"Well he's a delightful little construct. It's nice to meet you, Ronan".

"Same to you, gorgeous".

Maia blinked and then laughed a bit. "A little flirt I see".

"And don't ya forget it!"

The summer lady bowed her head and turned to Neassa. Her face went from warm and welcome to somber and sympathetic. She took the queen's hands gently.

"And how are you, your grace?"

"None of that now, sister. I've been well, attempting to keep my family and the continent together as best I can".

"You're doing remarkably. I promise you, Alasdair would be proud of the work you've done".

"I certainly hope so, Maia".

One by one the four Nevrakis children came out of the carriage in order of their birth, lining in front of the Lorcains. Siobhan smiled, stealing a glance at Iris.

Iris smiled back, bowing her head. The eldest of the four, Iris was tall and slender with a slight build. her clothing was lolita styled, complete with an interesting mix of black, light blushing pink, and lilac purple. The lighter colors clashed with the deep black of her wild hair, which was highlighted with ash brown streaks and kept in high pigtails. Her bangs were straight and a tad choppy. In front of each pigtail was a small bow of light blue with soft lavender stripes. Iris had her mother's emerald eyes, though they were encompassed and contained by thick rimmed circular black glasses. On her left shoulder was a tiny frilled lizard named Xene. His black and silver scales shined in the sunlight as his claws dug into the fabric of Iris' shirt. Like Ronan was for Seoras, Xene was Iris' crowning achievement. The result of many years of studying reptilian genetics. It showed the summer princess' remarkable intelligence despite her eccentric appearance and demeanor.

Iris bowed to Neassa. "Your grace" she smiled warmly.

Neassa nodded. "Princess Iris, an interesting color combination and style. I take it you made this?"

"I did, thank you".

"You look wonderful. I take it then that your business is going well?"

"Oh very much so, your grace. In fact if you andd his grace Daimon would permit me, I would like to design and put together everyone's wedding attire" Iris proposed.

Behind her veil, Neassa smiled kindly. "We in House Lorcain would be honored if you did so".

Iris smiled to herself as the queen moved to her younger brother, Leonidas. Known to his family as Leo, Lenoidas Nevrakis was his mother's son through and through. He had her eyes and chocolate brown hair. He also wore an antlered headdress, though his were silver coated, shining in the sunlight. On either side of his neck, he had red roses tattooed. His beard was getting a bit long, his eyebrows bushy like his father's. On his right cheek, most notably, were a pair of slash scars he received from a fight with the youngest member of House Seiya, the spring rulers in Xisha. As for his clothing, he wore dull earth tones of mostly green and brown. Like Seoc, Leo was an archer of the finest calibur. He bowed before the queen of Autumn.

"Your highness" he greeted her with a respectful tone, "May the day bring great fortune to you and yours".

Neassa nodded in kind. "Same with you, Leonidas. Formal as always".

"Respectful your grace, and you're worthy of every ounce of it" Leonidas replied.

The queen moved on to the next sibling, another girl named Reah. Like Neassa, Maia had her children in a similar order: Daughter, son, daughter, and another son. Soft spoken and mousey, Reah Nevrakis reminded the queen of her own son, Seoras. She had long, light brown hair that trailed down to her waist. Two braids were made at the fronts of her shoulders. Her bright green eyes were polished peridots. Her thin lips were painted a soft pink-gray color, and on her head she wore a bronze and red jeweled circlet that was decorated with dyed red ram horns on either side of her head. Around her neck was a pink and green jeweled spider web like necklace. As for her attire, she wore a simple but lovely red colored toga style gown.

Neassa looked at the girl intrigued. "You wear my colors, princess".

"The colors of my house, majesty".

"If the day goes well".

The two bowed respectfully before Neassa moved on to the next aqnd last sibling. The boyishly charming Prince Zoilos.

Zoilos bowed. "Your majesty"

Neassa nodded as she looked him over. "Prince Zoilos. I see you've grown well".

If one didn't know any better, they'd think Zoilos and Reah were twins. Their eyes were similar, as was their hair color. The prince's was more wild and rebellious. His face was boyish and kind. He was younger than Reah, but he was taller than her. He also wore red and gold, perhaps also wanting to join House Lorcain. Zoilos was a trained speaqrmaster, even impressing House Seiya with his skills.

"You too wear my family's colors" the veiled queen noted with a slight smile.

"A show of respect, your highness, and support. I...I hope the day is good" he seemed shy but sweet.

Siobhan smiled a bit at that, thinking he would make a great partner for anyone.

"So...anyone heard anything from the other two?" Demetrius asked.

"No one's heard from House Eronen in months. No news out of Zaigary either" Neassa answered with a slightly concerned tone.

Reah fidgeted with her necklace, mumbling something Siobhan couldn't quite pick up. Something about "ice on fire, blood on the snow" or other. The autumn princess was suspicious.

"I'm sure they're fine" Maia said, "Kalervo and Marianna have always been the private sort. I'd swear it's a winter elf thing".

It wasn't a dishonest statement. House Eronen ruled the winter kingdom of Zaigary for the last four thousand years, since the rebellion against the fae. It was, in fact, originally decided that House Eronen would rule Iorera first. However, Alrik Eronen, their ancestor, believed that Iorera wasn't ready for a one thousand year winter. With that decided, it was only natural that a much more pleasant Reign would take control first.

Well...supposedly pleasant.

Siobhan turned her head as another entourage started to roll in. House Seiya were the rulers of the Spring Court in Xisha. A tightly knit family, House Seiya bore banners in the colors of purple, red, and green. It featured a red poppy on a green field with purple sideways raindrops between the poppy's petals.

Siobhan squinted in disgust. Last she had seen the Seiya banners, it was a red rose, not a poppy. The rulers of House Nevrakis looked utterly offended. Maia let out a soft quiet gasp, and Demetrius, a normally calm and collected elf, looked ready to kill. Neassa took Maia's hand and looked at Demetrius.

"Le'ts not make a scene, please" she pleaded.

The spring entourage stopped, one of the carriages a a well polished cherrywood color with red frames. The second one appeared to be an older one, a little more run down and faded. If one didn't know any better they'd think the older looking carriage was for servants.

But they all knew that wasn't the case. House Seiya's inner familial politics were interesting to say the least...

The two carriages stopped behind the Nevrakis and the nobles started making their way out. Daimon Seiya was the lord of spring and King of Xisha. Although short in stature, Daimon held himself high, and commanded a great deal of respect. Everything about him was tight and in control. He wore his family's colors of purple and green with pride on his ceremonial kimono, a red silk poppy pin on his shoulder, a further jab at House Nevrakis. His long black and gray hair was pulled into a high ponytail. His exceptional beard was braided down the middle, giving it the appearance of silver and black stripes. His face was hard and cold, reminiscent of flint. His one amethyst eye seemed to peer through anyone who dared to cross his path. His left eye had been taken out years ago, but not in some great battle like his people believed. Word had it that instead it was taken out by a scorned concubine's curse.

Daimon only looked briefly at the already large gathering of royals and nobles. He paid them little heed, as no matter what family or blood one was from, Daimon believed his superior. Yes, he even believed House Lorcain to be beneath him, viewing their honorable disposition as more a burden than a strength. Neassa was just a sad, pathetic widow with power in his eyes. Alasdair had been a fool. He knew too little about their children to form a solid opinion of them, but if they were anything like their honorable, foolish parents, well...the king of Spring was predisposed to dislike them. However, Daimon was smart enough to hold his tongue around the queen and her children, especially after the king's sacrifice for them all. Daimon knew it wasn't his place to speak on such matters, unless of course he was asked away from them.

The Nevrakis were a whole other matter altogether to him. Their families had disliked one another for years. Daimon believed them all to be little more than bumbling fools who wasted their lives on the most meaningless of things. He believed them to be wasteful, as they seemed to have a damn feast every other week since the War of Man and Magic ended. A part of him had hoped that after the Sinking of Nuxvar, Demetrius would finally take things seriously.

His hopes had apparently been too high.

Daimon shook his head in a disappointed manner as he held his hand out for his lady wife, Mika. A long nailed, delicate looking hand took his in kind as he gently guided the lady out.

The poison queen, as some called her, was a gorgeous elf. She was taller than her husband, her back ramrod straight. There awas an air of confidence and pride about this woman. One would find it hard not to look directly at her whenever she appeared, as her presence alone was so potent. No matter where she was, Queen Mika Seiya was always the center of attention. Her hair was long and silky, raven in color with silver streaks. Her eyes were beautiful violets on a pale field. Her own ceremonial kimono was also in the colors of her house, the obi decorated with red poppies. Her headdress was also decorated with the much hated flowers.

Mika turned to the other gathered houses, her lips painted a deep shade of green, a call back to her house of origin, as well as an embrace of her title as Queen of Poisons. She grinned like a cat who had just caught elusive but defenseless prey.

"Well...look who all's here. And yet, our future king or queen are nowheree to be found. What a shame".

"House Eronen will come" Neassa told her, not at all afraid of her, "If they don't we have to begin the ceremony without them".

"They're our future-"

"Their blood is still in the cauldron, your grace" Neassa cut her off.

The mood that settled over them was tense, even as the Seiya children began to emerge. Neassa addressed her children and the Nevrakis.

"Go inside. Your destinies await us all...and may fortune smile on all who are here. And all of Iorera".

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The Restoring Team: Chapter 4

Kenna’s bedroom

Dogday and his team are so worried about Kenna who black out on her bed. Dogday looks at his teammates, “What heck happened there in gym? Never see that she was panic attack and black out to collapsed. What she sees someone?”

Hoppy remembers about the pictures she found, “Possible it is Craftycorn. I saw a picture of Kenna’s teammate with his family. Both look like similar Craftycorn. Good thing, I took it before I turn fuses off. Look this.” She shows a picture to them. They are surprised that.

Kickin asks Craftycorn, “Are they your family?”

Craftycorn shakes her head, “Not sure, my parents never say about sibling. They are same of me, but their hairs are more teal. Mine is light teal. That Foal had marked moon on her forehead under her horn. Can be Light Lunar that Kenna said before black out. That why Kenna saw me and get panic attacks. Something happen to both?”

Dogday sighs, “We don’t know yet. Kenna or Poppy didn’t tell us. But like Bubba said. Kenna will explain us if we join her with her mission…” he noticed five of seven teammates are big smiling at him. Bubba and Catnap notice and chuckle at them. Dogday get annoyed, “Damn it. Fine, we are going with Kenna… Happy now?” Five teammates are cheering. “Hoppy, better put that picture away before Kenna wake up. And about other a picture you get it from table?”

Hoppy shows it to them, “Kenna’s team. They look like stronger. They are so interesting. Poppy said three strongest than five. Possible that are black pegasus and dragon, but I am not sure which one is captain.”

Kickin shrugs, “Let found it out. Should we go to talk Poppy about we can join Kenna? And Hoppy, we should put these two pictures away back in a gym.” Hoppy nods in agreement with him.

Dogday lifts his hand up, “Hold on. Hoppy, Kickin, when you put those pictures back to gym just back here. Bobby, Piggy, Craftycorn, stay here with Kenna. I am not sure when she wakes up. Catnap and Bubba come with me; we are going to talk Poppy about it… Got it?” They nod in agreement, everyone expect Bobby, Piggy, and Craftycorn, leave a room.

Bobby looks around Kenna’s home, “Mmm, no dust here if Kenna was coma. Who clean here and care of those plants?” Piggy and Craftycorn shrugging. “Now, I wonder who did this. Let us tour here!” The women wondering in Kenna’s home. Piggy check a kitchen out and found all cabinets and refrigerator are empty. Bobby stare a board with full kind of feathers. “Kenna has hobby for collecting feathers with uh, maybe names? I am sure she will pick Kickin’s feather for that!” She laughs.

Craftycorn found three books with full pictures, “Girls! I found the books with many pictures.” Piggy and Bobby run to her and peek inside. They are looking at few pictures in their attention. A young Kenna hugs a young black pegasus with smiling. Kenna laughs rolling on ground at a grumpy black pegasus full mud on him. Kenna and a black pegasus getting ready to go Space Rider Academia. Kenna hug with her arm on a sabertooth’s shoulder, a sabertooth who shy smiles. A shocked Kenna got dirty when she tried to mix with chemistry and her friend snake hold a laugh with her hand on her mouth. A grumpy black pegasus and an aggressive dragon crossing their arms and have bruises on their body looking like they brawling around, and a raptor who annoyed and hold their heads. Kenna, a wolf, and a black dog are eating together. Kenna and her friends wear graduation dresses. A raptor stands in so proud with wear captain clothes with along Kenna and friends salute for respect to a raptor. Kenna and her teammates shown their full superpower as distinct colors. Kenna and a male blue phoenix had wedding for marrying. They hold a baby phoenix. Her friends had wedding to marriage. Her friends have families too. A foal and a baby phoenix jump on Kenna’s back when Kenna fixing a broken toy with smiles. A black pegasus training with space riders at his gym. A snake working on chemistry for antibiotics and poisons. A snake and a black dog hug themselves for keep warm and a sabertooth laugh with a fog out her mouth look like drop temperature in her room as sabertooth wear only sleeveless shirt and short pant, including a smile Kenna who not bothered to cold because she is fire. A dragon and a black pegasus are ready to be brawling and a raptor jump over them and ready hit their heads. A wolf working on system of ship and talking to Poppy in hologram. A wolf sleeping on a couch, Kenna and a sabertooth are evil smile for prank a wolf with a cream whip and a feather. Last picture, Kenna and her teammates stand and smiles expect a dragon who annoyed at a camera.

Piggy aww at many pictures of Kenna and her teammates in books, “Wow they were have many fun and families too. How sweet! But something happened four years, her friends quit and left… like destroy friendship.”

Bobby nods, “Yeah because of that damn cults’ fault. We must help Kenna to get her teammates back. That why the space riders must stop that prototype and the cults. We have problems with their new weapons as the monsters that Craftycorn found it. We need wait for Dogday and others come back.” A door is open, the women look up and found Hoppy and Kickin enter. “Hoppy! Kickin! We found out who is captain, that is a raptor!”

Hoppy and Kickin join them, Hoppy looks a picture of a raptor become captain. “Wow many pictures from the pasts! Now we know who captain is.” They read all picture until get jump out when hear a scream.

In Kenna’s dream

Kenna found herself stand here in darkness surrounded and looking around in confusion. ‘Hey Aunt Kenna!’ She is getting stiff and slow look back; a foal stands and smiling. “Light Lunar…” ‘Come on, Kenna. I want fighting with you for train.’ A unicorn appeared by a foal, she smirks, and her hand lay her hip. “White Day…” They disappeared, Kenna looking around in panic and heavy panting. “Light Lunar! White Day!” She bumps something on her back and look back to found Light Lunar and Light Day are in the tube with fill water and dead. She is getting panic as worst. A roar out of blue, Kenna shock and turn look at a sound from. “Black Night! No!” Black Night get superpower, a darkness covering his body and his two swords as black smoking from his body and the swords. He had lost controls in rage. He starts to be slashing many tubes, kill the cults who tried get away, and destroy anything at a lab. Kenna trying to move but her legs frozen. Suddenly her friends run passing Kenna and clashing Black Night. “Reddie! Almond! Desert Destroyer! Legacy! Skoll! Draco! Don’t attack him! Please stop!” Black Night grabs Reddie’s tail to throw her out to wall and knock her out. Black Night slashing with a darkness shot like big lightning to Almond, Desert Destroyer, and Legacy who stop and hit to blow away. Black Night flew to punch Skoll and Draco to ground as ground get cracked out. Black Night look at Kenna who stuck stand on ground as can't move, suddenly he flew and lift his sword to slash on Kenna. “BLACK NIGHT STOP!!!” He is not stop and slash her. She feels like cut from right shoulder to left hip as painful. She let scream out.

Kenna’s eyes open to jump and let scream out. She grabs her scar on right shoulder and feels hurt. Five teammates of Dogday’s run to enter Kenna’s bedroom in panic. They see Kenna is panic attack again and run to her but stop and see a darkness leak out of Kenna’s scar on her right shoulder. Bobby shouts, “What that is!? Get back guys! We don’t know going on, but we have to call Poppy now!” Kickin typing his phone to call Poppy. Kenna still screaming and get change in fire as itself. She gets up and hold her head tight, a darkness starts to mix with her fire. The red, orange, and yellow change to black and grey. Kenna trying to stop herself, but she can’t, take look at teammates are panic and worried.

Kenna shouts, “Guys, go to control! It has emergency for water! That is my weakness if I use superpower fire! Ugh! That so painful!” Again, she let scream out. Craftycorn and Hoppy running to control and looking until find ‘Water’ and press it. The sprinkler on ceiling start pours watering cover Kenna’s bedroom. The watering stopping fire growling to shrinking down. Kenna groans, drop her knees down on a floor and her hands lay on a floor. Once fire gone and watering stopped, teammates run to her and check her. “Sorry for scare you with this. I don’t know going on, that first see that a darkness leaking from my scar that my teammate left. His darkness is mysterious we never know much about it since he had it. Ugh…” she leans her back to a bed.

The teammates are worried. Bobby gets down, “Let me check it.” She is checking her, and her scar had no long darkness leaking. “Feel painful now?” Kenna shakes her body and panting.

Kenna looks her scar, “Yes, it is so painful, but I just feeling this darkness disappear. And my heal power is back up. I am not sure what going on.

Suddenly, Poppy appears in hologram, “Guys! Are you okay!? Kickin said, something that leaking from Kenna’s scar is darkness?? What Happen, Kenna!?”

Kenna looks at Poppy, “I don’t know happen, I just has nightmare about four years ago. I can feel painful from my scar no matter it is healing. I can feel like real in a nightmare… I… I just not know.” She is still panting and hold her scar. “However, a darkness disappears and get heal power back up. I hope He knows what going on.”

Poppy closed her eyes and thinks then open her eyes, “Alright, I will give you a week to get ready for mission… to get your team back but I think better start with Black Night. We maybe have problems with Draco. He is very aggression with the space riders when they try land his planet for need foods or something, he attacks them out blue. I have many reports from the space riders about it. Black Night and Reddie will deal with Draco. Kenna, you and other teammates must protect Dogday’s teammates from Draco. Got it?”

Kenna shock and shouts, “What!? What hell is he think!? He should not blame space riders, blames on just my teammates, not them! He is much fool.” She gets up from floor with Bobby’s help. “Wait, you said Dogday’s team will assist me for my mission?”

Poppy nods, “That Right. I have very important mission for you, Craftycorn. You only can heal Black Night’s broken heart and get him back to being a space rider. You are familiar with Black Night’s wife and daughter. White Day and Light Luna.” Craftycorn get confusion and ask what she means.

Kenna tells her, “The cults killed White Day and Light Luna four years ago. We were trying to save them, but it was too late. Um, Black Night saw and lost controls in rage, he slashed the tubes which the dead hostages inside, killed the cults, destroyed anything in a lab, and… attack me and my teammates. That him who slashed me. You see… Black Night had bad childhood. He was abandoning by his own parents, no friends, and no one helps him until I found him, when my people tried to kill him. I stopped them and took Black Night to my house. I treated him as my brother. Most my people still avoiding them, after he was become a space rider with me. Once we saved White Day from the cults, He found his lover and had a daughter with his lover. Now the cults kill them and destroyed him very bad. I read some reports from my teammates and Poppy explained. My teammates were losing trust, cruel, and uncooperative then quit to left to home. I am doing nothing because I was fall in coma. Now I am here, I must get them get gain trust and cooperative again.” Everyone gets worries and shocks. “However, I am sure the nurses and the doctors put me lock on bed…” Kenna crossing her arms on her chest. The duo let laugh and the women giggle.

Poppy sighs, “Don’t worry about it. I had telling them, and this time let you go. BUT keep out trouble! I mean you too, Hoppy and Kickin!” The duo stops laughing and groans with an annoying Kenna. “Dogday asked me for join you. That why I gave you one week for ready. Kenna, you need to practice with your superpower since it was happening with darkness inside you. I will ask few workers for add beds and clothes in Dogday’s ship for The Myths. Kenna can’t do herself with The Myths ship as alone. Matter you want roommates.”

Kenna surprises, “I thought they use it when my teammates gone.”

Poppy shakes, “Nope, keep it out until you and your teammates back. Alright, time for me left. Don’t push yourself, Kenna! And you can move someone’s home since your home is soak…” Poppy disappeared.

Kenna swears, “That bitc-.” She is silent as a hand on her mouth by Bobby who annoying. She knocks Bobby’s hand off her mouth. “Also, Craftycorn, I am sorry about back when I was panic attack after I saw you. I forgot about meet you yet.” Craftycorn shakes her head and lift her hand to Kenna for handshake. Kenna looks that and ignore it instead throw her arm over Craftycorn’s shoulder to pull hug. Craftycorn is surprised. “I will care of this my house. You can go and get rest.” Kenna got hit by Bobby on Kenna’s head and let Craftycorn go.

“No, you have to rest! Also, I will ask Catnap for you can move with him since you have nightmares about four years ago. Catnap is controlling any dreams or nightmares. He will help you to less nightmares and better sleep. GOT IT?” Kenna rubs her head where Bobby hit. Dogday, Catnap, and Bubba are back but they are worried after Kickin called to Poppy.

Dogdag walking in hurry to his teammates, “Are you okay!? I hear from Kickin said something darkness leak from Kenna’s scar.”

Kenna waves off, “Yes it happened but darkness is gone from me. I feel much better when my heal power starts in my body. I see that way because my heal is so slow while I was coma. I will rest a day then next day; I will get ready for training. Bobby forced me to move your home, Catnap… she said you will help me with my nightmares from four years ago.”

Catnap nods and signs, ‘I can do that, but I need to ask Poppy gets something like special for fireproof with your superpower. Your home is almost fire from you.’ Kenna is so confusion and staring at Catnap who smiling. Dogday explaining what Catnap said to Kenna.

Kenna surprise, “Is he can not speak? That sign of his is ASL or something. I guess learn that for understanding with him”

Craftycorn laughs, “Well he is too lazy to talk, he likes to sign like that. Sometimes, he talking if it is serious from missions. He loves to sleep, too. That way, that is ASL.

Kenna holds under her beak with her hand, “Only you all understand what he is signing. Maybe, I use ASL to my teammates, they will confusion. Hehe. Also, are you related to White Day? You are smiliar with her.” Craftycorn shakes her head. “Are you sure? Maybe ask your parents in case?”

Craftycorn sighs, “Well, not much talk to my parents about it since I joined Spice Riders. I can try to ask them. I cannot promise that if they don’t answer.”

Kenna shakes, “Don’t worry about your parents. Possible we can ask Black Night, maybe White Day told him about her life. Oh yes guys, I want to thank you for helping me to get my team back together.” Everyone smiles and nodding. “I will protect you from my teammates if they want attack. I will do. So let me get pack my clothes to go Catnap’s home” she is packing her clothes in bag and ready to leave with others.

The Myths belong to me

Space Riders au belong to @onyxonline

[terramcgarden]

Friends and I have a story about Dinosaur Riders Vs Aliens. Each of our rider character's dino is named after a character from an ancient story. My characters partner is a Raptor and has been for years. But then one day bestie just asks out of the blue:

I personally find this hilarious. Now if the dinosaur really did spit venom and hoots like an owl is irrelevant. My bestfriend saw "VENOMOUS HOOTING OWL DINO!" And thought of me.

And guys....

She commits... now at first it was a simple copy and paste... but as you can see; shes getting a bit creative.

And starting to disolve into madness.... more to come

[i-mybrunettelady]

okay, so. i’m grinding drizz, as one does (seriously i spend a good chunk of my gaming hours there) and it makes me consider a portion of nyra lore i don’t think i’ve talked about much before - her mounts!

mentions of animal injury below!

her only official mounts rn are her raptor trippy and her skyscale maurizia (pronounced mauriTHia thank you very much) and they’re both very much present with her during icebrood saga.

trippy is there with her for the first half of it, up until drizzlewood. she was trapped with him in bjora in darkrime delves alongside almorra’s grave because the snowstorm was so bad she had to wait it out with the grave of her order’s general - order she watched slowly thin out by the way - which is y i k e s. not being with trippy, who is like an oversized dog but with claws and lizard-y. everything else about it is. he then almost died by falling so terribly he injured his spine and she branded him so he’s half-branded now, like her!

maurizia takes over after that, because she sent him home to recover for a bit. i imagine she’s flown on zia’s back for scouting purposes across the entirety of the map. there were snipers, of course - but if they so much as grazed zia’s wings, they had the full wrath of the legendary commander to contend with. also, the sight of nyra flying down on a skyscale of all things must have chilled blood in dominion’s veins (i know it would in mine) considering that by icebrood saga, nyra’s quite a proficient skyscale rider.

(don’t ask me where she keeps a whole ass skyscale. she just does. when she lets me know i will let you know as well.)

[tsuki-sennin]

Jya-Jya-Jyamato Grand Prix!

They're mean and green! And they are mad!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Lots of Jyamato Folk.

-Game Master Beroba!

-"She's like... super dangerous, man."

-She cray-cray.

-Now I don't mean to insult all the teenage girls out there with world-conquering desires, but Beroba is like

-The objectively funniest Rider villain we've had in a while.

-I believe the youngest female Rider, and she gets not only a CGI monstrosity form, but also an entire army of demons.

-"You were the finest of your age, my children!"

-Phantoms, Gurongi, and Invess, all in one.

-Kamen Rider Buffa was created by the vile Desire Grand Prix in order to exterminate the Jyamato. To this end, he stands as a champion of the Jyamato.

-I hope you realize I live for this theming.

-Jesus Christ, she's making him play dress up.

-"Where ya goin, Michinaga?"

-Ohhhhhhhhhhh, that's a nasty trick

-"Good luck... Jyamato Rider Buffa."

-Gonna be honest, if the Jyamato weren't killing random humans for Beroba's amusement, I'd almost be rooting for them to take down Niram.

-"It'll be like Tohru-kun never died~!"

-Michinaga, you're in real nasty shit.

-"Not playing?"

-"Nah. Not a Jyamato, sadly. Honestly, it's kinda discriminatory of them. I wanna kill those DGP fuckers as much as they do!"

-"Human or Plant Zombie. Rider-kind's extermination is my only wish. ...that might include you, just a warning."

-Festival~!

-This looks awful fun.

-Ahhh, a little lad! Ready to have fun at the festival soon~!

-Awwww.

-"...those aren't oni."

-Lighting strikes the town~!

-Matsuri, matsuri DEATH!

-Hot damn, Keiwa! Letting them know straight up.

-"This is real!"

-"Ultimate Despair strikes this poor festival town. Yet here come the Riders!"

-Ah yep, there he is. Buffa Deez Nuts.

-Well, this is a fine mess we find ourselves in.

-Ya girl Neon!

-Ohhhh, Zombie Beat

-...does that technically make her Lord Raptor?

-Round 1 is over, bitches!

-It's the DGP's fault the Jyamato even want to kill humans so I don't blame Michinaga at all for wanting to can it, but like...

-Man, revenge is a hell of a drug.

-"...do you want us to help? :)"

-Designed?

-Ohhhhhh, I see... completely predetermined in the future, huh?

-"The hell's a festival, boy?"

-Oh... that's... kinda depressing, Kekera-san.

-And there he is, Kyuun the creepshow.

-"WORMY!?"

-Takahashi, I swear, if this dude's Neon's Prince Charming, I'm gonna shit.

-Hey, we're all in the 10%~! We got in early!

-Ah, Papa Kurama.

-No amount of money in the world's gonna be enough to keep us quiet.

-OHHHHHHH SNAP

-Niram-P!

-OHHHHHHH HE GOT NEON FROM THE GODDESS

-...unless, he's speaking metaphorically?

-Hey little dude. You seem awfully unreceptive to Ace motherfucking Ukiyo, biggest movie star in the world. That whole thing about your mom must really be eatin' you up inside.

-"Yeah... I feel you..." :(

-Ah, so Tohru-san's got a past.

-Azuma's got no time for all this nonsense.

-Archimedel's ready to bring the thunder!

-Hit the beat! Keep the beat!

-"Ace and Azuma, together at last!"

-Ziin, I swear, your fanboying's the least help we've been getting from you.

-Secret Mission, Clear!

-Wow, that was pathetically easy. These achievements are really getting out of hand.

-OHHHHH FUCK HE'S GOT THE RAISE SWORD

-OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL

-MICHINAGA YOU MAD MAN

-"Well played, nerd."

-OH YOU BITCH

-BOOOST

-MARK II

-Hot damn, that bitch is orange.