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banj0possum · 11 months ago

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What if i want to bite them (all characters), like. Its love bites <3 like not hard enough to bleed hut enough to leave a mark for a while. Like i love them so much i just cant help it! I would kiss the bite marks after in hopes to make them not hurt as much <3

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Darling Gives Them Love Bites <333

My OCs x GN! Reader

Heres a short post from an old request as a little snack before the yan gang!!

CW: biting ofc, nsfw jumpscares sprinkled in, tooth decaying fluff

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Adrian is a bit confused and weirded out at first, like why are you biting thats gross youre gross wait why are you stopping you have to bite his other shoulder or else its not symmetrical and itll feel weird come back !!

he needs to get used to it gradually, but once it gets to the point you leave marks on his skin, he's asking for a lil bite every time you two say goodbye so he can have a memento of you

he cums in his pants if you lick the bite oh my god please do it again he begs of you

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Brandon thinks it's a game and bites you back, picking you up and throwing you up in the air. You activated some kind of trigger in him that made him go full excited golden retriever.

He bites you back, kissing the area over and over again as revenge

He probably bites more than you to be honest, he's always wanted to bite but held back in case you were uncomfy with it, but now that he knows you're cool with it he's going ham.

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Valeth is cooing over you, little duckling bites!! so cute!!!

He praises your bite marks, pointing out the parts that hurt saying things like "If you tried, you could definitely break skin! Good job my duckling!"

Thinks your little teeth are cute, especially your canines, he loves comparing it to his tusks.

He allows, no, encourages to let you nibble on his hand or arm

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The horde doesnt let you, kisses are ok, but biting ? no no no

not because they dont like it, they just dont want you putting your mouth on their literally rotten skin

plus they associate biting with eat so thats a bit of a problem

but my oh my they love kisses, give them a bit and maybe just maybe theyd let you nibble a little bit.

dont let them do it back to you especially ribs, they have super sharp teeth that can break bone if they wanted

but like you might be into that so idk man

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Wolfie thinks youre being aggressive before you assure him its how you express love, then he starts to do it back or lick you.

It's more of him casually putting a part of your body in his mouth protectively, he doesnt wanna hurt his mate ;-;

he still prefers licks and cuddles tho, anything that involves cuddles are ok for him!!

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Doriks cummin buckets im sorry

are you marking him as yours ? please do it some more please! maybe on his ear? arm? dick? chest?

hes all yours !!!

he offers to bite you back, itll eventually turn into very intense sex that ends with the both of you covered head to toe in bite marks

he wants round 2

use it as a reward and hes doing whatever you ask with the speed of a sports car

appears right next to you, neck exposed, waiting eagerly for another bite

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kalva is confused but laughs and bites you back, its a little painful because of the beak but he tries his best to be gentle.

he sees it as you trying to preen him and swoons over your 'attempt'

he preens you in order to teach how its really done! its mostly just an excuse to love on you <3

hes very ticklish so expect a flurry of giddly hoots and chirps from him whenever you nibble on him

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jasper is crying sobbing rolling on the floor rn

BITE HIM ON THE BECK PLEASE BITE HIM ON THE N-

he wants to roleplay with you being a vampire and him being your mortal soulmate

lil guy a bit freaky like that <3

moans so loud when you bite him, he has to apologize

euheheh eghghhh hes so crazy for you and your love bites

doesn't wanna bite back because skin on teeth is not a good sensation for him, but he'll cover your face in kisses to return the favor

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The vampires are cooing, swooning, absolutely simping for you

our little mortal is biting us so cute soc ute!!!!

get ready for never ending teasing and kissing

they point out the marks you leave and talk about how much better it would be if you were a vampire like them!

they fake terror over your bites, oh nooo a cute little human is biting me !! so so spooky !!

please let them bite you back

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Baron is short circuiting

ohmy oh oh my oh yomhyo-

thank you.

he has to process what just happened for a bit

tries to forget about it but he cant help but want another one when he gets a glimpse of your teeth when you talk or smile at him

stays up and imagines your mouth all over his skin leaving teeth marks everywhere

stayed up that night pumping his cock when he remembers you biting your lip that one time

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Caspian makes a big deal out of it

hes literally morticia in the addams family movie

last night you were unhinged, you were like some desperate howling demon, you frightened me

do it again

no please were are you going do it again!!!

"misbehaves" so you can bite him again as punishment

oops! i splashed you with water! you might have to bite me again~

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Hallow is yanking his fabric back and scolds you, what if you choked? he'd be worried sick!

gets you a chew fidget instead

doesnt quite understand love bites

please explain to him why eating him means you love him

maybe its because you think hes delicious? awwee thank you! youre delicious too i suppose !

coos over you as he holds you close, thank you for the bite honeypie!!

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Ashvan is squealing over how cute it was!!

blushes whenever you do, like very very flustered, his eyes might be covered by soft fur but you can almost see the redness on his face

his ears flatten as he tries to calm his frantically wagging tail

he gets much shyer whenever you smile at him or when you bite into your food during meals

he has to timidly ask for another bite with his index fingers touching together

please give him more biteys!!

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Axel tells you to bite harder

try it! hes tough! lets see how strong that jaw of yours is!

*frantically hiding his growing erection*

calls you little kitten or..rat

teases you by poking at your mouth with his finger to get you to bite

he loves it, he thinks its the cutest thing whenever you do it, especially when youre just subconsciously nibbling on him as if he was a chew toy

he makes sure his hands are always washed for you, no more touching dirty stuff carelessly, he gotta take care of himself for you!!

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King Alistair is pushing you away and coldly telling you no, but once you two are alone in your shared chambers, away from prying eyes, he softly tells you to continue

of course he loves you, he wants you to be free to express yourself, but please dont do it when people are watching

he has a reputation to uphold! not because he's shy and insecure about showing pda in public or anything...

bites back, definitely bites back!! out of all the ocs i think he bites the most next to Brandon

loves playing predator and prey whenever you two are fooling around together, if he ever leaves marks, hes kissing them softly to let you know he means no harm, he just got a bit carried away because youre just so sweet~!

if you leave marks, hes covering it up in his clothes, but occasionally he heads to he mirror, pulls away the fabric covering your lovebite, and smiles

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inexplicifics · 4 months ago

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WIP List

Thanks for the tag, @nickelanddamned!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I...uh...have a lot of WIPs. I call it the Horde o' Plotbunnies for a very good reason. So this list does not include the AWAU WIPs (of which there are many). Also, I sort my WIPs by pairing (usually) or by 'verse, so any listing that has a number after it means there are that many WIPs with that pairing or within that 'verse's folder. If you want to ask for a snippet, give me a number within that range!

Broken Lock - Marika & Milena

Cat!Milena

demon!Lambert/Milena

E/L wrestling

E/OC x 4

Eldritch trio

Eskel & fae

Eskel vs wyverns

Fine dining AU (bullet points only)

G/E x 6

G/E/G2 x 2

G/E/L x 4

G/E/L/J omegaverse claiming

G/J x 17

G/OC prostitute

G/Y words

G2/S post tournament

Gargoyles

Gen x 10

Gweld/Serrit modern college AU

J/W x 2

J/W/C golden 3 - KM

L/? X 3

L/?/M space pirates

L/A x 25

L/A/M x 35

L/A/V save that alpha

L/A/V/M x 4

L/M x 21

L/M(/A?) modern bear trap

L/V cloaked

L/V/M begone to the witchers

M/? x 2

Mafia AU

Modern werewolf pack

V&T sacking

Vanyel in AWAU

Vexart tournament

Vipurr x 2

Weird omegaverse war prize thing

Worth the wyvern barmaid

YW omegaverse acquiring Aiden

Cats Among Wolves x 3

ISNLIV x 3

Pirate Laiden - Aiden POV

gaetan/letho in modern AU

For obvious reasons, I will not be tagging this many people. What I will do instead is say that anyone who feels like playing should absolutely consider themselves tagged!

#WIP list

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baddybaddyadardaddy · 2 months ago

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a knife in the dark, pt. 3

[adar/oc]

read part 1 | part 2

Set in the "Awake, Arise"-verse (I'd recommend reading at least chapters 1-9 if you haven't already to get the history of these characters) PREMISE: Erenyë is reembodied in Valinor, but Mandos shrouds her memories of Utumno, hoping to spare her pain in her new life. But she is restless in Aman, sensing that something is missing... She boards a ship heading for Middle Earth, hoping to discover just what that is.

OKAY PEEPS AS PROMISED, HERE'S THE SPICE. [cw: blood, knife-play, implied previous dubcon/noncon, related to the creation of the orcs]; M rating applies.

ENJOY. (don't look at me.)

Cuiviénen.

Her blood sings at the sound of the word. She does not know how it could be true, only that it is. She begins to pick up the scattered pieces, the visions that she had seen: a lake under stars… water flowing over stones… tall, primordial trees…

With eyes full of questions, she lets the dagger fall away from his throat. “And you…”

“I was yours,” he says, tremulous and yearning. “And you were mine.”

A breeze moves gently through the glen, and in her mind’s eye, she catches a glimpse of him, young and uncorrupted—his skin unblemished as he steps into a patch of moonlight, breathless after chasing her through the wood.

She remembers how she’d led him through the trees after he’d caught her, down to a secluded place by the waterside. She remembers how they’d spent blissful hours discovering one another beneath the stars, how much she’d hungered for him.

She realizes then that she knows his name—for it is an inextricable part of her own: Eren.

“Oh,” she gasps, struggling to reconcile that vision of Eren with Adar who sits before her now, still bound to the tree. She can still make out unmistakable traces of his elvenness—his pointed ears, his high cheekbones—but his terrible transformation from elf to orc is clear.

She squeezes her eyes closed, overwhelmed suddenly by more memories of her own—of time spent in darkness and torment. For she had not escaped a similar fate…

Despite the strengthening sunlight, she is suddenly pulled down, plunged into icy waters—she is drowning in cold, swimming in a sea of terrible truth.

“I was with you,” she says, discovering it slowly. “In that dark, nameless place. They brought me to you, after I had been changed… after I had forgotten your name, and mine.”

She lets out a strangled sob, remembering the chamber, remembering being held down, remembering Morgoth, watching. “He forced us.”

As quickly as they’d returned to her—those blissful memories of starlit Cuiviénen—they are eclipsed by this single, horrible fact. As quickly as everything had come together, it now smashes, like a pane of glass against stone.

Erenyë crumbles with a terrible cry, wrenched from the depths of her soul as she comes to full understanding. They had been used—both of them—by Morgoth, to create the race of the orcs. She hearkens back to the hordes of snarling creatures that had attacked her party earlier. With a wave of nausea, she realizes that they are descended from her.

She looks back at Eren—Adar, she reminds herself. He is Adar—an orc, an enemy. She considers leaving him there, bolting off into the forest, returning to Pelargir, forcing the ship to turn around and return her to Valinor.

But Valinor is not her home…

At last, she understands the reason why she’d always felt incomplete. She never belonged in Valinor, not truly. She belongs with him—he is her purpose, her place in this world.

But she does not know how to have him now, after everything.

She is no longer the wild elf-maid who had danced carefree through the forests at Cuiviénen. Now, she feels broken and afraid—and she senses that he is, too. They are both changed, though her body bears the physical scars no longer.

“Erenyë.” His voice, barely a whisper, pleads with her. “Á cene ni.”

Look at me.

His unlovely face is bathed in golden sunlight. As the moments slip past, she allows everything else to fall away, piece by piece, until she focuses only on him. She allows herself to see him—to see in him that which Morgoth could never destroy, and what even the turbulent storms of ten thousand years could not weather away. She feels a hunger stirring deep within her, a hunger that only he has the power to slake.

She is utterly at a loss for how to proceed, but she feels a faint flicker of the boldness she’d once possessed, and it helps her to take the first step. She returns, kneeling over him, straddling his legs, reaching out with her free hand—the one not still clutching the dagger.

To her great surprise, he recoils from her, shaking his head.

“I do not deserve your touch,” he says, his voice thick with self-loathing. His eyes fall to the knife in her opposite hand, and she understands that given the choice of pain or pleasure, his preference now is for the former.

With a terrible pang, she wonders if he can even remember what tenderness feels like.

A part of her is angered by his denial, but she strives to accept it. They are neither of them who they once were, she reminds herself. They must forge a new path through the ashes.

She raises the dagger, letting it rest lengthwise against his cheek. Taking a steadying breath, she digs it into his skin enough to make him wince and squeeze his eyes shut.

“How are you here?” he murmurs, incredulous, as a single tear escapes.

She leans in, tilting her head toward him until they are almost nose to nose. She breathes him in, her body slowly relearning how to be close to his. She shifts, rolling her hips tentatively, experimentally against his legs, feeling heat kindling to life deep within her core. Her lips move close to his ear. “I am here,” she replies.

He shivers, leaning into the blade like a caress. Angling it carefully so that it will not rend, she traces it down the side of his face. His eyes open, and they are tinged with the haze of deep memory.

“I watched you die,” he says, laying his anguish bare before her, and it is a gaping chasm so wide and deep she fears her own heart to be in danger of splitting into and falling into it.

She had been so caught up by her own harrowing discoveries, she had not yet fully contemplated that while she had lived long in ignorance of their torment, he had wandered the world carrying the full weight of everything that had befallen them under Morgoth’s hand.

“I came back for you,” she breathes, seeking to reassure him, to assuage his anguish as best she can. She wishes he could accept softness, and she offers up a silent prayer that in time, he might come to do so. But for now, she drags the blade again, letting the tip of it settle at the center of his lower lip. He is trembling now, and his breathing is heavy as he begs her silently with his eyes.

She lets the dagger pierce him, splitting his lip in two and drawing blood. And then she dives, hungrily, unwilling to wait any longer, swallowing his gasp of surprise with her mouth. He resists at first, but she moves the blade to his throat—a gentle but direct threat. He acquiesces, opening himself to her kiss. She does not try to be sweet; she devours, letting their teeth gnash together before moving to nip and suck at the wound she’d made.

He moans against her mouth, and she remembers the thrill of being needed by him. How, she wonders, had she survived for so many years without this?

She twists the fingers of her free hand into his hair, pulling his head back so that she can assail his neck. She nicks him with the dagger several times in succession, letting him feel pain for only a moment before allowing him the balm of her lips. His black blood tastes bitter on her tongue, but she savors it, nonetheless.

With a sharp intake of breath, he shifts beneath her and she grinds herself down hard against the cradle of his hips, the heat between her legs blooming until it is slick and wet and impossible to ignore.

She pulls back, lowering the dagger to the cord of elven rope that binds him. Hesitation flickers across his face, but she grips his chin in her free hand, jerking him toward her to claim his lips again. “Grant me this,” she says when they are both breathless, resting her forehead against his.

He makes a noncommittal noise in the base of his throat, and she prepares her argument, but he interjects before the words reach her lips.

“Grant me one thing in return.” He leans back ever so slightly, his eyes raking over her face, coming to rest on the long, dark braid draping over her shoulder. “Your hair,” he implores. “Undo it.”

Warmth floods her chest. It is such a simple request, but as she moves her hand to undo the cord, he watches her with a startling intensity, and as she begins to finger the strands free from the braid, she realizes that she had never worn her hair this way back in Cuiviénen, and that his request is born out of a desire to see her as she had been then.

His breath hitches as he watches her, and she slows her movements, taking deliberate care as she unwinds the rest, combing through her dark locks carefully until they fall free at last, framing her face.

“There was starlight in your hair on the night of our awakening,” he murmurs, his voice dreamlike. “I have never forgotten it.”

His desire for her is so guileless, so open, as it ever had been since their earliest days, and she feels a sudden burst of incandescent joy amid all the anguish that had passed between them during their reunion.

She takes his face between her hands, heedless of his earlier talk of undeserving, and kisses him fiercely, thumbing over his scars and broken skin. Then, with haste, she reaches down for the dagger she had dropped, and slices cleanly through the elven rope, freeing him, wanting nothing more than to feel his arms enveloping her.

But he does not match her fevered pace—and when he does reach for her, it is to lightly stroke her hair. He does so with reverence, as though handling a holy relic. She leans into his hand, placing her palms upon his chest to brace herself, for even under this lightest of touches, her knees grow weak.

His armor is firm and solid—an outer shell that she longs to remove. She wants nothing between them, just as it had been when they had lain together in the eldest of elder days. But as she gropes for the fastenings, he catches her wrists, and the pained look in his eye tells her no.

She wants to ask if he means never or not yet, but she is frightened to learn the answer, so she leans in soundlessly, winding her arms around his neck, knitting her body against his, coaxing his lips to part for her once more.

She is confused by his unwillingness and wracked by feelings of selfishness for wanting him so recklessly. She prays he will not notice her hot, anguished tears as they begin to fall. But she soon tastes their salt, and she knows he can, too. He pulls back, and she drops her eyes immediately, ashamed.

She feels the cold kiss of metal as his gauntleted hand tips her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. His face is contrite yet pained—he hides nothing from her.

“For you, it was once,” he explains, and she knows immediately that he is speaking of their violation in Utumno. She clenches her jaw, feeling the icy, sick sensation overwhelm her again as he continues, his voice thick with emotion. “For me, it was… many times. Always at Morgoth’s command.”

Her heart shatters at his confession. The death she had suffered—it had been a mercy. She understands that fully now. Her tears fall faster as she aches for everything she imagines he’d endured, alone. Without her.

She yearns to comfort him, but to her distress, she realizes that she does not know how—she does not know anymore what will soothe him, or if there is anything that can.

With a shuddering intake of breath, he continues. “Being lost to lust—I fear it now.” He looks to her mournfully. “But I do long for you.” His unclad hand caresses her now, sliding slowly down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, over her belly and down to the cleft between her legs. “Oh, how I long for you,” he growls low, stroking her there.

She cannot contain the cry of pleasure that breaks free, and to her surprise, he smothers it with a sudden, scorching kiss.

His hands move to unfasten the clasp of her cloak, letting it fall away behind them. Snatching her around the waist, he tips her back, laying her out on top of it, a silken barrier between her and the ashes that lie beneath it. He kneels carefully over her, and she watches a silent struggle play out upon his face. He breathes in deeply, finding steadiness within himself.

She waits, as patiently as she can manage, though every inch of her feels raw, and in desperate need of his hands. One by one, he undoes the fastenings of her tunic, unfolding the fabric gently, unwrapping her, letting the morning sun soak her pale skin. A ripple of delight courses through her as she watches him look down upon her, followed by a surge of impatience. She thinks she sees the edges of his lips curl up ever so slightly as he slides his fingers beneath the hem of her trousers, as he begins to tease them slowly down her legs.

His unhurried pace is maddening. She bucks her hips as he strips the garment finally away, releasing a pathetic whimper. He returns it with a satisfied growl that sounds from deep at the base of his throat, before lowering his head, planting a chaste kiss on the skin just above her hip. His bare hand moves to cover her breast, fingers sinking into a slow caress as his lips forge their own path across her abdomen and lower.

When he reaches the place where she needs him most, he delays no further—her legs part as his tongue finds her center. She undulates in pure, simple, velvet-soft ecstasy, as half-conscious sighs and moans fall freely from her lips.

The sensation of his mouth upon her sex makes her deliciously weak, but she summons enough strength to raise her head enough to look down and watch him, his dark head between her thighs, eyes closed in concentration, his grey hand kneading her breast, his iron gauntlet gripping her hip, the sharp spikes of his fingers sinking into her flesh.

Within a few moments, she is finished, reduced to quivers and cries as she comes undone beneath him.

His face swims into view above her, wan and satisfied, his green eyes cloudy with arousal. She clasps him around the neck, pulling him down to kiss her, catching the trace of her own tang still upon his tongue. Finding more strength, she rises somewhat clumsily, moving to straddle him once more, so that his back is against the tree.

They are both breathless, and for a moment, they linger in stillness. Her hand drifts to his forehead, brushing strands of dark hair away from his face. Then she leans forward, kissing along his jawline before teasing at his ear with her teeth. He gasps at the sensation, hands digging deliciously into her bare back.

She presses her body close to his, flattening her breasts against the hard plate of his armor, rocking so that she feels the friction of his mail against her flesh. Her hunger for him—having been momentarily sated—comes roaring back, and her motions grow more frantic as she confronts again a deep sense of emptiness between her legs, aching to be filled. She trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat, each an invitation.

Please, she begs in between them.

His hands abruptly leave the base of her spine, and for a moment she fears that they have reached the end—that she has asked too much, pushed too far.

She buries her face in his neck, unwilling to tear herself away. But then she feels something brush against her—something hard that teases at her still-weeping entrance. She sucks in a sharp breath, glancing down at the space between them. He is holding the hilt of the dagger against her slit, clutching it in his own hand by the blade, and she can see a thin rivulet of black blood running down his fingers. He winces, but she reads in his face just how much the pain grounds him, and she remembers his earlier words, his fears of being fully lost to lust.

This, she realizes, is what he can offer her now. All she can do is accept it and be content, and live in hope that together, they might conquer the rest in time.

It is a challenge that she is more than willing to accept for him, and she tells him so with a deep, passionate kiss. Pulling back, she locks her eyes onto his, letting herself sink down onto the hilt, as a breathy moan begins at the back of her throat. He manipulates the dagger gently, pressing it inside of her as the sound deepens and lengthens. His forehead droops against hers and they breathe in time together with each thrust until she comes, and his hand is covered in blood.

With her body still quaking from the aftershocks, she wastes no time in tending to him. Reaching for her cloak, she tears a strip of fabric and binds his mangled palm. When she finishes, she holds his hand carefully in both of her own.

Where will we go now, she asks him, suddenly fearful of what may lie ahead.

Home, he answers. To Mordor.

...y'all still with me?

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#the godless smut has arrived #adar #adar fic #rings of power fic #smut and angst angst and smut #with a side of hurt/comfort #your standard issue memory wipe fic with a side of knifeplay #oc: erenye #awake arise #ficverse adar #no beta we die like a bunch of orcs inevitably will during the siege of eregion

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eruverse · 1 year ago

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Height headcanons

Not reflective of average height in the population for the most part. I guess. I don’t really care tbh

From shortest to tallest:

Golden Horde 165

Indonesia 167

Yuan 170

Ilkhanate 172

Mongolia 174

Timurid Empire 175

Kyrgyzstan 176

Kazakhstan 177

Gokturk Empire 177

(Blue Horde) 178

Uzbekistan 180

Chagatai (Khanate) 180

Turkey 181

Serbia 182

Netherlands 185

Russia bear size

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irithnova · 2 years ago

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Mongolia and his sons (The Golden Horde, Chagatai Khanate, Ilkhanate)

What was Mongolia's relationship with his children (golden horde, Chagatai Khanate, Ilkhanate) like? I say those three Khanates because I see Mongolia himself being the personification for the yuan, however he existed far before the yuan was established. I don't think he was born as a result of the Yuan, just that he was both the rep for himself and the yuan. I have a post explaining my reasoning.

This post is going to be quite historically dense.

The Golden Horde, Chagatai Khanate, and Ilkhanate were all part of the Mongol Empire that started in the 13th century. The Golden Horde was in the west and led by Batu Khan, a grandson of Genghis Khan. The Chagatai Khanate was in Central Asia and led by Chagatai Khan, Genghis Khan's second son. The Ilkhanate was in Iran, Iraq, and Central Asia, and led by Hulagu Khan, another grandson of Genghis Khan. These khanates were all made by conquest and were run by different members of the Mongol family. The Mongols allowed local rulers to keep some power but still had to answer to the Great Khan, who was the top leader of the Mongol Empire.

The first of the three to be born was Chagatai Khanate was founded in 1226 by Chagatai Khan, the second son of Genghis Khan. Golden horde was next, which was founded in 1242 by Batu Khan, son of Jochi Khan who was Genghis Khan's first son. The Ilkhanate was last, established in 1256 by Hulagu Khan, another grandson of Genghis Khan.

Historically speaking, the relationship between the other Khanates (Golden Horde, Chagatai Khanate, and Ilkhanate) and the Yuan Mongols (the yuan dynasty wasn't established until later in 1271, so technically I'm talking about the east Asian Mongols here however I'll simply be referring to them as the yuan Mongols throughout this post) started off well due to their shared ancestry and the Mongol Empire's practice of allowing local rulers some autonomy.

This is true for when Mongolia's sons were first born too. I believe they appeared a few years before the official establishment of their respective kingdoms.

As I've already established, golden horde was the first to be born. When it comes to the names that Mongolia have them, it looks like this

Golden horde - Ogtbish: Not at all

Ilkhanate - Khunbish : Not human

Chagatai Khanate - Khenbish : Nobody

All these names sound similar and have similar meanings right? But why would Mongolia give them names that mean "nothing?"

In short, these names were given to children to ward off bad spirits, almost like giving a kid a name like "not this one".

Mongolia gave his children these names to protect them in a way. Mongolia's childhood itself wasn't ideal (no nations really is) and he didn't really have any set person or people to take care of him, so it did feel lonely (not that he didn't have friends but they were never permanent obviously). He practically jumped at the idea of being able to have sons/children that he could take care of and who could rule alongside him. All nations know that different factions of their kingdoms rising usually is never a good sign, and at first, it was at the back of Mongolia's mind. That only made it bite him harder in the ass later.

During their early lives, Mongolia was more present for them than when they were older. Obviously because they were babies/very small children so he felt more obligated to take care of them. However, despite Mongolia wanting to be there for them because he knew what it was like to have no one, when they got older, he became less involved.

This is a bias from his own life seeping in, subconsciously he saw them began to mature and thought "oh well when I was that age I had a much harder life so maybe it's not bad if I just focus on campaigning a lot now lol" and yeah, when it came to personal relationships, this put a strain on them, especially with Ogtbish (golden horde). He felt like Mongolia didn't do enough to defend him against Khenbish (Chagatai), who would antagonise him and his legitimacy as a Khanate. This is due to Jochi, Genghis' eldest son, being speculated to be of a different father (it was Jochi's son Batu Khan who established the golden horde). Ogtbish and Khenbish's strained relationship reflects the strained relationship between Jochi and Chagatai (Genghis' second son who was the ruler of the Chagatai Khanate). On the otherhand, Khenbish (Chagatai Khanate) was frustrated at Mongolia for recognising Ogtbish (golden horde) as a legitimate kingdom and son in the first place.

Ilkhanate (Khunbish) joined in on the teasing against the golden horde however it was never as vitriolic as Chagatai's bullying. He was the more chill one of the brothers however he did feel a bit left out of the dynamic (even if it wasn't ideal) as he felt as if Mongolia was spending too much time trying to make Golden Horde and Chagatai get along. Kinda like a neglected youngest sibling.

Though Mongolia cared about them, he was similar to Genghis himself in a way that he was very much occupied with campaigning rather than parenthood. Let's not forget that Mongolia himself was quite mentally young at the time too, being physically and mentally in his late teens/early twenties. Though, when he did spend time with them, it would often be about Mongolia teaching them what it meant to be clever rulers and warriors.

Mongolia cared about them nonetheless, and he was uncharacteristically shortsighted as to the future of his empire in regards to it being split into different khanates (as I said before, usually never a good sign) and pretty much let them reign in their own lands, as long as they answered back to him. That didn't last particularly long.

Historical context:

After the death of Möngke Khan in 1259, the Mongol Empire split into four parts due to fighting among his relatives for the title of leader. The four parts were the Golden Horde in Eastern Europe, the Chagatai Khanate in Central Asia, the Ilkhanate in Southwest Asia, and the Yuan dynasty in East Asia.

Möngke Khan's brothers Hulagu and Kublai fought for the title of Great Khan, leading to a civil war. Kublai emerged as the victor and became the Great Khan, but faced challenges from his cousin, the ruler of the Chagatai Khanate (one example of inter-khanate conflict and I will touch more upon this later), and from his brother Ariq Böke. Kublai's army defeated his opponents and he became the ruler of the Mongol Empire.

These four parts pursued their own interests and fell apart at different times. Although some of them asked Kublai to confirm the enthronement of their new leaders, the four parts functioned as independent sovereign states. The Ilkhanate and the Yuan dynasty had closer diplomatic relations, but military cooperation between all four parts of the Mongol Empire never happened again.

The Yuan dynasty had nominal power over the other three khanates, but conflicts and border clashes persisted. The four khanates remained separate states and eventually fell at different times.

Historically speaking , there are a myriad of factors that lead to the other Khanates splitting from the yuan. One factor was that the Yuan dynasty was based in China and had a different culture and way of life compared to the other khanates. This made it difficult for them to understand and relate to each other.

When I say this, this isn't me implying that the Mongols of the Yuan were sinicized, they weren't. The Mongols of the Yuan adopted and improved upon Chinese systems and even adopted some parts of Chinese culture, however they still retained their own identity. They created a caste system which put them on top and Southern Chinese on the bottom, imperial letters were written in Mongolian etc.

So basically, Mongols had conquered different regions with their own unique cultures and traditions.

The Mongols did try to impose their own cultural and religious beliefs within their own khanates to an extent, but they were met with resistance, especially in regions where Islam was the dominant religion.

For example, many of the Yassa laws that applied to Mongols of Mongol religion like Tengrism (established by Genghis Khan himself) were incompatible with the Muslim way of life for example (thought they did allow for some degree of legal pluralism, allowing people to follow their own religious laws in some cases).

It was difficult to manage such diversity. However we should remember that the Mongols were more religiously tolerant than other empires, and so allowed people to practise their beliefs for the most part. This was more for pragmatism rather than being open minded, but it was better than other empires nonetheless. This was also another factor in why the other Khanates became so different from their father; leniency towards the locals continued practice/culture and eventual assimilation to the culture.

The different Khanates got into conflict with one another, and competed for resources and power, which sometimes resulted in conflicts and wars (e.g, Berke-Hulagu war, the Golden horde vs the Ilkhanate).

The Mongols were essentially a minority trying to rule over many different groups. There are other reasons why it eventually fell, and to blame it all on this is an oversimplification, but I just wanted to elaborate on this reason in particular.

This is brief and is a bit of an oversimplification, but here are other reasons why the Mongol Empire divided and fell:

1) The empire was vast and the Yuan Mongols were stretching their resources too thin

2) Again, with the vastness of the empire, it made it difficult for yuan Mongols to keep control over such a vast land, this made it easy for the other khanates to question and challenge the yuan's authority

3) The Yuan dynasty suffered quite a few military losses which weakened the power and prestige it once had

4) The Yuan couldn't even control itself as they did not win over the loyalty of the Chinese people

5) As the Yuan dynasty weakened (because of the reasons above and also, inflation, natural disasters, bad economy, incompetent leaders), local elites took this as an opportunity to seize power.

The next part is going to be quite historically dense. It's following the timeline of each Khanate and how each eventually disintegrated. This is to give more context as to what I'm saying.

Golden horde (Ogtbish):

1242: Batu Khan founds and governs the Golden Horde in Russia.

1236-1242: Mongol armies launch offensives across western Asia and Europe.

1238: The Mongols invade Azerbaijan, Georgia, and Armenia.

April 9, 1241: Henry the Pious, Duke of Silesia, leads an army that is defeated by the Mongols near Legnica.

April 10-11, 1241: King Bela IV of Hungary's army is defeated by the Mongols at the Battle of Mohi.

1251-1259: Mongke Khan rules over the Mongol Empire.

1257-1266: Berke rules the Golden Horde.

1260-1264: Kublai Khan engages in a civil war with his brother Ariq Boke for control of the Mongol Empire.

1262: Nogai leads the Golden Horde to victory over the Ilkhanate at the Battle of Terek.

1266-1280: Mengu-Temur rules the Golden Horde.

1271: Nogai's Golden Horde forces invade the Byzantine Empire.

1299: Nogai, the de facto leader of the Golden Horde, dies.

1313-1341: Uzbeg rules the Golden Horde and makes Islam the state religion.

1327: Uzbeg switches the Golden Horde's allegiance from Tver to Moscow.

1342-1357: Janibeg governs the Golden Horde.

1362: The Golden Horde is defeated by the Lithuanians at the Battle of Blue Waters.

1380: The Russians defeat the Golden Horde at the Battle of Kulikovo, turning the tide against Mongol rule.

1380-1395: Tokhtamysh briefly revives the Golden Horde as its ruler.

1382: Tokhtamysh and the Golden Horde pillage Moscow.

1465-1481: Ahmed becomes the last major ruler of the Golden Horde.

1480: The Russians decisively defeat the Golden Horde at the Battle of the Ugra River.

Chagatai Khanate (Khenbish):

Around 1227 to 1242: Chagatai Khan, the namesake of the khanate, holds the throne.

1242: Chagatai Khan dies, leading to a series of successions.

1251 to 1260: Mongke Khan is the leader of the Mongol Empire. During this time, Queen Orghina serves as regent of the Chagatai Khanate.

1260 to 1266: Alghu Khan becomes the ruler of the Chagatai Khanate.

1260 to 1264: Kublai Khan and his brother Ariq Boke fight for control of the Mongol Empire in a civil war.

1264: Alghu Khan marries Queen Orghina, who was once the regent of the Chagatai Khanate.

1266 to 1271: Baraq Khan is the khan of the Chagatai Khanate.

1270: Abaqa of the Ilkhanate defeats Baraq at the Battle of Herat.

1271 to 1275: Marco Polo embarks on his famous journey across Asia to China.

1272 to 1301: Qaidu II dominates Central Asia and installs khans to rule the Chagatai Khanate.

1273: Abaqa sacks Bukhara, a city within the Chagatai Khanate.

1318 to 1327: Kebek Khan rules over the Chagatai Khanate.

1331 to 1334: Tarmashirin Khan becomes the khan of the Chagatai Khanate.

1347 to 1363: Tughlugh Timur is the final khan of the Chagatai Khanate before it disintegrates following his death.

Ilkhanate (Khunbish):

1251-1259: Mongke Khan reigns as the ruler of the Mongol Empire. In 1253, a Mongol army led by Hulegu invades Persia and the Middle East, leading to the defeat of the Ismailis in Persia in 1256.

1258: The Mongols conquer the Abbasid Caliphate, sacking Baghdad and murdering the caliph during the campaign.

December 1259: The Mongols capture Aleppo in Syria after besieging it.

1260-1265: Hulegu rules the Ilkhanate, which dominates Iran and neighboring territories. During this time, Kublai Khan fights a civil war with his brother Ariq Boke for control of the Mongol Empire.

1262: Golden Horde forces under Nogai defeat the Ilkhanate at the Battle of Terek.

1265-1291: Abaqa rules the Ilkhanate from, followed by Ahmad Teguder from 1282 to 1284, and then Arghun from 1284 to 1291.

December 1288: The Ilkhanate agrees to a trade deal with Genoa.

1291-1304: Gaikhatu rules the Ilkhanate from

1291 to 1295, followed by Baidu in the same year. Ghazan then rules the Ilkhanate from 1295 to 1304, during which time he converts to Islam.

November 1299: The Ilkhanate briefly captures Mamluk-controlled Aleppo and Damascus, but the Mamluks ultimately defeat the Ilkhanate army in Syria at Marj al-Suffar in 1303.

1304-1316: Oljeitu rules the Ilkhanate from

1304 to 1316, followed by Abu Said from 1316 to 1335.

1322: The Ilkhanate and Mamluk Sultanate sign a peace treaty.

1335: The Ilkhanate disintegrates into smaller states following dynastic disputes.

Yuan dynasty (Mongolia/Baatar):

1268: Kublai Khan renews the Mongol attacks on China's Song Dynasty.

1270: The Mongol Empire conquers a portion of northern Korea.

1271: Yuan dynasty is established.

1274: The first invasion of Japan by Kublai Khan's forces ends in failure.

Late 13th century: Marco Polo serves in the Mongol Yuan Dynasty's administration.

1276: A Mongol army captures Lin'an, the capital of China's Song Dynasty.

1277: The Mongols/Yuan Dynasty launches an invasion of Burma.

1279: The Mongols secure their conquest of Song Dynasty China by defeating them in the naval battle of Yaishan.

1281: Kublai Khan's second invasion of Japan fails.

-1281: The Mongols/Yuan Dynasty invades Vietnam for the second time.

1286: The Mongols/Yuan Dynasty re-invades Vietnam.

1292: A Mongol/Yuan Dynasty naval force attacks Java.

1355: Zhu Yuanzhang takes charge of the Red Turbans Movement, a rebellion against the Yuan Dynasty.

1356: Zhu Yuanzhang takes control of Nanjing, a crucial city in China.

1360: Zhu Yuanzhang defeats Chen Youliang at the Battle of Poyang Lake, solidifying his position as a rival rebel leader.

1367: Zhu Yuanzhang defeats Zhang Shicheng, another rival rebel leader.

1368-1644: The Ming Dynasty reigns over China.

1368: Zhu Yuanzhang establishes himself as Emperor of China, using the reign name Hongwu.

1370: The last Yuan Dynasty emperor, Toghon Temur, dies in Karakorum.

So, what did Mongolia think of all this? While he enjoyed seeing how they took after him in terms of their military achievements, he was not pleased when his sons stopped regarding him as an authority figure in their lives. In 1304, there was a peace treaty among the four khanates that gave power to the yuan, however this did not have the strong backing as previous Khagans. They essentially began to function as separate states and, as I've pointed out before, they even came into conflict with each other, and never co-operated in military campaigns after a certain point.

As we can see, the Mongolia did keep in closer contact with the Ilkhanate initially, and this is (usually) when it came to scientific and cultural developments, so when he looks back on things now, he usually looks back on Ilkhanate the most favourably out of his sons (not by a huge margin though).

On Ilkhanate's personality, as I've said before, he felt left out of the (not exactly ideal) dynamic of Mongolia, golden horde and Chagatai Khanate because he felt as if Mongolia spent a lot of time trying to make them get along, however this doesn't mean that Mongolia neglected him. In general, Ilkhanate was quite relaxed personality wise and was arguably the most studious out of his brothers (though they were all intelligent). Being a bit closer to his father than his brothers later in life made him feel a bit better about the earlier relationship he had with Mongolia however like his brothers, he stopped answering back to his father eventually.

Mongolia saw/sees Ilkhanate as the easy son, the child that didn't really give him a headache for the most part. However Mongolia wrongfully would vent his frustrations about his brothers onto him because of this, almost parentifying him in a way. But it's important to note that Mongolia himself was young during this time too so he didn't exactly know better.

Ilkhanate was the first of his sons to die, however during this time, the Yuan dynasty was already in decline, so Mongolia could not mourn him (or Chagatai) properly during that era. I will talk about how exactly Mongolia mourned them later on.

On Chagatai Khanate, Chagatai was a bit more fiery compared to Ilkhanate, and quite stubborn about his beliefs; this was similar to Mongolia's personality at the time. Chagatai initially tried to prove himself more loyal/respectful to his father, and perhaps outcasting the golden horde was part of his attempt to do so. His loyalty to his father was shown through the culture of the Chagatai Khanate, which was the Khanate which retained its Mongolian cultural roots the most (remained largely nomadic until late 15th century). Like the others though, he too, broke away from his father's authority.

Mongolia saw a lot of himself in Chagatai Khanate personality wise, and was fond of him and still fond of his memory. However Chagatai Khanate did give him the most headaches when it came to his fighting with his brother. Chagatai Khanate's stubborn personality probably now gives Mongolia insight as to what it was like for others to deal with him at the time.

Okay let's get onto the most famous of the brothers, Golden Horde. Mongolia has quite a few feelings about him. Out of all of his brothers, he was the most aloof/introverted, however this isn't me saying that he was shy. Mongolia cared deeply about the golden horde, however the golden horde felt like Mongolia didn't love him enough, because although he chastised Chagatai Khanate for bullying him, he could not or did not fully stop it. Due to claims of Jochi, the father of Batu Khan, being not of Genghis' lineage, the golden horde already was insecure about his legitimacy as part of the greater Mongol Empire. He felt different from his brothers in that way and also personality wise, he was more introverted and so could not relate much to his brothers. While initially he sought approval from his family, he eventually learned to detach himself from them. Mongolia took notice of this, and while he tried to reign him in again, Mongolia felt as if he didn't do enough to make the golden horde feel supported (probably didn't, he busied himself with campaigns and then the yuan). Golden horde was the first to stop answering to his father, and was the longest lasting out of all of his brothers.

Looking back on him now, Mongolia feels a mixture of admiration, regret and, a few centuries ago, anger. This is true for all of his sons, as he is proud of what they were able to achieve and their legacy. However it's especially true for the golden horde, the Golden horde being the most famous out of all the Khanates other than the yuan.

Earlier, I talked about how Mongolia grieved the death of his sons at the time of their deaths. When it came to Ilkhanate and Chagatai khanate, they died during a time in which the yuan was beginning to decline. Because of this, Mongolia could not fully mourn their deaths. Also, let's not forget that Mongolia felt anger towards them for disregarding not only the authority of the Yuan, but his authority as a father, and blamed their disobedience for the decline of his empire. Yes, the division of the Mongol Empire was the beginning of the end, and inter-khanate warfare didn't hell, but there were a myriad of reasons as to why it fell. Mongolia knows this now and at the time he knew it too but was in denial.

I'll use the Esen Buqa–Ayurbarwada war as an example of inter-khanate warfare that took place in between them. This was a conflict between the Chagatai Khanate led by Esen Buqa I and the Yuan dynasty led by Ayurbarwada Buyantu Khan (Emperor Renzong) and its ally the Ilkhanate under Öljaitü. The Yuan and Ilkhanate emerged victorious (adds to the reasons why Mongolia remembers Ilkhanate most favourably), but peace was not achieved until Esen Buqa's death in 1318.

There were a number of inter-khanate wars that took place which soured Mongolia's relationship with them at the time (and relationship with each other). This only further the degradation of their relationship with each other. Mongolia was unable to fully control them again despite attempts.

Let's get to the 15th century, when the golden horde finally died. Mongolia was still in conflict during this era, but the golden horde died quite a bit later than his brothers. Though Mongolia thought of Ilkhanate and Chagatai khanate from time to time, it was when his last son died that he finally tried to reflect on it. His feelings by now were a lot more forgiving as time had passed, almost like he was looking back with rose tinted glasses, especially when they were younger children. Memories of when they were children is what brought him the most sadness. This doesn't mean that he was blindly positive about them though.

I think this quote says everything and the mentality behind this quote is how Mongolia deals with his complex feelings towards his children for the most part:

"No nation has friends, only interests." - Charles de Gaulle.

This quote rings true when you see the conflicts the khanates got into with each other, and Mongolia acknowledges that he was short sighted in thinking that his sons would be extensions of himself, ruling alongside him, when in fact they were their own personifications who, like him, had their own goals and interests. This mentality is what made him let go of his bitterness towards them upon remembering them; it's just the nature of being a nation.

Nowadays he doesn't dwell on them too often and he accepts what's happened, he doesn't live in the past. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't have some moments, like, if he goes into a store and the cashier looks eerily similar to one of his sons or he hears someone speaking with a voice that's similar to one of his sons he'd probably be a bit taken aback.

If someone asks him about them he'd talk more about their achievements and personalities to be optimistic, but if someone asks him how he feels about him outlasting his own sons he would probably feel a bit uncomfortable answering it. It's not something he dwells on and it's not because he's trying to hide it, but asking anyone about their feelings about their dead children is a bit uhh well personal to say the least so he's reacting like anyone else would to that question.

When it comes to his son's personalities, it's almost as if they were mirrors of him.

Depending on the era/circumstances/situation, he can be aloof like, golden horde, stubborn like Chagatai Khanate and chill like Ilkhanate. Though all of his children broke away from him in the end (not saying they somehow managed to get rid of their Mongol roots lol), the influence of their father still shone through in their personalities.

Talking about the parallels Mongolia shares with his predecessors, this was both similar and vastly different to what happened to Xiongnu and his sons.

I'm basically incorporating @absolvtely-barbaric 's canon into mine right now lol. Chanyu, the ruler of the Xiongnu, his lands were divided after his death amongst his sons. This is similar to what happened to Genghis Khan and his sons. Xiongnu purposefully created his sons to carry on his lineage. Mongolia also hoped that his sons would carry on his rule or rule beside him. Both Xiongnu and Mongolia taught their sons about what it meant to be good rulers and warriors. And both Xiongnu and Mongolia both lost control of their sons.

However, unlike Xiongnu, Mongolia did not purposefully create his sons, they were born out of circumstance. Xiongnu saw his sons more as more of a power/political tool, whereas Mongolia, at least wanted to, be more fatherly towards them. Sorry, I love drawing parallels between Mongolia and his predecessors lol.

This is the post that the Xiongnu headcanons come from https://www.tumblr.com/absolvtely-barbaric/187052482856/for-more-background-information-on-the-xiongnu?source=share

So, in short, nowadays, Mongolia looks fondly back on them, and while he does have moments of remorse, he doesn't dwell on what happened and there is no anger left, just acceptance.

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sso-montana · 1 month ago

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Wings, hearts, some things are meant to be torn apart

Word Count: 3k+ Rating: Mature Warnings: violence, implied character death, vulgar language, descriptions of injuries, blood mention OC's Mentioned: Rachel Harrow @starstable-eve, Alina @alinasteelcrest, Carolina @carolina-nightjar

[Even in a zombie apocalypse Montana didn't expect something like this to happen. All she had wanted was to look for old Jasper, not have her humanity taken from her.]

As the head drops from the zombies shoulders its body soon follows. Montana was panting from exhaustion, pulling the blue scarf she had wrapped around her head down to allow more air to flow into her lungs. It was a safety precaution to stop any potentially zombie fluids from entering her system while… taking care of them.

The thought of zombie blood or saliva getting into her mouth was also, simply put, fucking disgusting.

“Onyx?” As she called out there came a low whine in response before a head popped out from behind a boulder not too far away. With a last look around what had once been a small zombie group that had been separated from the Silverglade Horde she let out a sigh and swung her axe over her shoulder. The shire came walking towards her, stopping only to sniff at a severed head before snorting in disgust and continuing his walk. As his hind legs passed the skull he gave a forceful kick against it, sending it flying straight into a bush.

The girl couldn't help but chuckle at her horse's attitude. At least some things hadn't changed since the start of all… this.

Really, Onyx's attitude had not let up even a single bit. The tantrum he had thrown before, whilst and especially after she had cut his mane and tail for his own safety had been the worst one she had ever seen.

Truth be told, it had hurt her, too. Justin and her had always threatened to cut them because of how terrible the grooming process was. Of course they’d never gone through with it, after all Onyx had always taken pride in his mane and tail (Montana wanted to judge him for it, really, but who was she to do so, considering how important her hair was for her, too?). It had been nothing more than a joke.

But actually having to do it because it could one day be the difference between life and death for him…

Shaking her head the former blacksmith apprentice turned her focus back on the present. Her fingers didn't feel the warmth from Onyx’s nose as she gently stroked it.

Of course she didn't. It had been ages since she had been able to feel any kind of warmth. The wildlife she hunted and cooked for food didn't feel warm to her, either. It wasn't cold and for the tiniest of seconds she was almost able to feel the heat of it as she bit down but immediately after the meat simply felt… not cold. It was weird to describe it and even weirder to actually eat.

Not even fire itself was of any use to her. The bandage that wrapped around her lower left arm and was hidden beneath her thermo clothing was a cruel reminder of that. Had Onyx not cried out when it happened it was unlikely she would've noticed the burn at all.

“Ready to head over to Jasper's farm?”

A soft snort was all the response she got. Montana gave the shire one last pat on his nose before she placed her axe in the scabbard she had taken (stolen) from one of the abandoned Jorvik Rangers Stations in Mistfall and attached to Onyx's saddle before she swung herself on the horse's back.

With her plan of taking the mountain range path instead of riding past the Equestrian Center- or what was left of it- the trek towards Golden Hills was still a good hour away. The chance of encountering both zombies or other survivors were much lower that way which was just up to her liking. Weeding out zombies was exhausting and she didn't have the energy for that after today's stunt.

Looking up at the fading sun they'd most likely arrive after nightfall.

ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ

As she slipped through the metal gate Montana let out a string of curses. Her right hand had gotten caught on one of the broken metal bars and cut through her shirt. There was already a trail of blood forming, reaching from her index finger across the back of her hand all the way down to the right corner of her wrist.

Onyx let out a worried whine at her reaction, nervously scratching at the ground with his hoofs. He hadn't liked the idea of her looking for Jasper all on her own from the start.

“It's nothing. I'll be fine.”

Judging from his pinned back ears and continued scratching at the pavement her poor attempt at sounding reassuring wasn't working at all.

With a heavy sigh she motioned towards the riding arena to where Onyx, after a ten second stare down, started heading.

If he wanted to it would be no problem for the shire to kick down what was left of the gate, they both knew it. The only reason Onyx had refrained from doing so was that Montana wouldn't have it. Neither the noise nor the potential injuries were worth having him accompany her on the little trip. A five minute trip from the gate to the farm. Maybe she could make it in two if she ran. He was being dramatic.

Hopefully she wouldn't have to run.

Heading towards the old farm Montana couldn't help the sinking feeling in her stomach. Maybe it was wrong or even stupid to look for old man Jasper, but she had to. Not just for her own peace of mind but also the Moorlands. If she ever saw them again she could at least tell them about him. They were the only ones she still had left after her grandma had…

Pushing that memory back to the dark corners of her mind she started to observe her surroundings more closely.

There weren't any zombies around that she could see or hear. Not even the wolves that would usually howl at this time of night made a sound. No insects, no wind, nothing.

‘Something is wrong’ the thought kept repeating in the back of her mind as she got closer to the farmhouse. Something or someone was in the area that nature itself was terrified of.

‘Rule number one: if you're out in the wild and everything goes quiet, leave. Nature doesn't go silent unless something horrible is about to happen.’ It had been an offhand comment by one of the Jorvik Rangers- Rachel, maybe?- when they got talking after she had dropped off a delivery from the blacksmith. Back then Montana didn't think much of it, though after the incident she'd more than internalized that rule.

The sound of dry leaves crunching beneath her boots seemed deafeningly loud in the dead of night.

Trying to redirect her focus on the mission she had set for herself the uneasy feeling in her stomach only grew the closer she got to the house. It was hard to make out in the dark before but now she could see the front door was wide open, left hanging onto a single hinge that threatened to give out any second. Some of the windows were broken, the railing around the porch destroyed and even some of the tiles from the roof were missing.

There was no chance in hell Jasper was still around, at least not alive. She should go back. She knew she should go back. All she had to defend herself with was a knife- it wasn't bad, better than nothing, but the thought of being without her axe made her insides turn and not in a good way.

'It's fine. Calm down. At least look if there's some food left. That way the trip wasn't completely useless’ as she set foot on the porch the creaking of the wood almost caused her to turn around and make a run back to the gate right then and there.

She waited a second.

Then another one.

There was no reaction from… well, anything around her. No breeze, no sound of animals or zombies, no rustling of bushes or grass. Nothing changed. Just quiet. Too quiet.

It felt like a pair of eyes was watching her.

Shaking her head Montana mumbled to herself while walking over to the front door: “Get a grip.”

She was getting paranoid. Which was probably a good thing considering the whole zombie-apocalypse-shit that was going on. Better safe than bitten.

Still. It made her feel crazy, even if it was just a little bit.

Maybe she was turning crazy. When had she last held an actual conversation with another human being? Was it the time she had given that rider with the injured leg the warning about the collapsed bridge at Valedale Lake? Or when she shared some of her water with that blond-haired girl in Mistfall? These days everything seemed to blend in together.

Wake up. Travel around. Kill zombies. Look for food. Find shelter for the night. Repeat the next morning. The longest period of time she had spent in one place had been a week and that was back when she had been at the Valley.

Sitting around doing nothing felt wrong. Thinning out the zombies at least gave her a purpose. Like she was doing something useful.

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as she entered the living room of the old farmhouse.

Flipped over furniture and broken glass was scattered around with books and photo frames thrown into the mix.

And the remnants of what had once been Jasper Holbrook laying on the floor.

It wasn't surprising, not really. Jasper had been old and stubborn and probably refused to join the G.V. because his farm “wasn't that far away.”

That didn't mean it didn't hurt. He was one of the last people she had left that she actually cared about, that she had considered family. To see his body mauled and eaten by those disgusting, wretched, abominations-

Blind rage or grief, it was hard to tell the cause of the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

'Don't cry. Don't you fucking cry.’

Swiftly turning around Montana headed to the kitchen, the back of her uninjured hand viciously rubbing at the corners of her eyes. Crying won't solve anything. It wouldn't help her, it sure as fuck wouldn't help Jasper. Finding food that hadn't been raided by survivors would help. Finding a first aid kit would help.

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Canned green beans and pumpkin purée, crispbread and raisins. Sure, it wasn't the best selection of food and sure as hell not something the former blacksmith apprentice would usually go for, but who could afford to be picky in an apocalypse? The big bottles of water were a good addition as well. Something with more flavor would've been nice though.

‘Man, I miss Energy Drinks’

Did it feel silly thinking about missing the fuel for her caffeine and sugary drink addiction? Yes. Was it at least somewhat helpful in keeping her feel normal-ish? Also yes. Humor had always been her coping mechanism, much to the dismay of others, and now there was no one but Onyx to judge her for her warped sense of keeping spirits high. Or the attempt therefor.

There was still the feeling of dread following her as she sat down on the porch steps and pulled out the fresh bandages she had found in a first aid kit. Disinfectant wasn't something she had been able to acquire though so the bottle of vodka she had found needed to do.

Taking a sniff from the bottle the former blacksmith apprentice considered taking a sip before eventually deciding against it. Alcohol had never been something she actively sought out, at least not in a comforting way. Self-hatred had driven her to many things but at least alcoholism wasn't one of them.

She could almost hear Justins disapproving sigh in the back of her mind.

Her face twisted in discomfort as the bottle's contents poured over the torn skin of her hand. The sting common for alcohol coming into contact with wounds accompanied by the icy cold feeling of the liquor send multiple shivers down her spine. It was as if a thousand tiny icicles bore into the already aching wound. She quickly set down the now half empty bottle beside her as another colorful string of curses left her lips.

“Stupid stupid stupid sealed magic!”

Montana shook her hand vigorously as if she would be able to shake the pain away, too. Pressing down on the cut with a crumpled up tissue she let out a quiet groan. ‘The things I do to prevent a fucking infection.’

Justin should be proud of her. She was taking care of herself. Somewhat.

As soon as the aching had faded to a dull pain the girl removed the tissue and started wrapping the bandage around her hand. At the very least it had stopped bleeding.

After the rest of the vodka and bandages had been stowed away in her bag Montana stood up from the porch, giving her surroundings one last look before-

Snap

The world seemed to freeze. Her pulse skyrocketed. Blood pumped through her veins with such an intensity she almost felt warm. Her mind was racing, going through every possible scenario of what that could've been, of what she had to defend herself with, of what her chances of survival were depending on her opponent.

Every single fiber in her body told her to run, to flee, to get away from there holy shit your going to die-

Rustling. There was the slightest rustling coming from a bush not too far away and out of the corner of her eye she could see a hooded figure emerging from the direction.

Without a second or even first thought Montana started to sprint. Toward the gate, towards her exit, towards safety. It wasn't strategic or graceful or even thought through. It was pure, primal survival instinct.

There was commotion behind her. More rustling. The breaking of branches and crunching of leaves. Footsteps.

She didn't dare turn around. This wasn't a matter of who was stronger but who was faster. Luckily for her adrenaline and the fear of dying did wonders for one's presumed limits.

But it wasn't good enough.

Halfway across the path something jumped her back. The girl's face was smashed into the muddy ground beneath her feet, muffling her groaning and screaming. She faintly registered the pain shooting through her nose and temple as they collided with the ground but didn't dare to focus on it.

The weight on her back shifted, a hand pressing down her head while another pulled at her scarf and turtleneck. In a matter of milliseconds, before she even had any chance to do something, there were two sharp objects piercing her skin. Her cry was muffled by the mud, hands balling into fists as a pain shot from her neck through her nervous system.

Something was biting her and she was completely helpless.

'Fight.’

‘Fight!’

‘God-fucking-dammit fight you useless bitch!'

The all too familiar rage filling her veins helped fuel the fire in her chest. With not even half a mind on what she was doing and the rest focused on surviving Montana tried reaching for the knife strapped to her leg. Her right arm had been trapped under her own body and the struggle to get it out seemingly caught the attention of who or whatever had attacked her. The stinging pain in her neck deepened as the hand that presumably had held her clothes now was pushing down on her right shoulder.

This couldn't be it.

This wouldn't be it.

She was tough. She was strong. No fucking chance she would let herself be killed just like that.

Racking her brain for something she could do to escape other than uselessly wiggling her body beneath the weight on top of her and her left hand hitting against what was probably the back of the thing an idea finally popped into her mind.

Putting as much force as she could behind it Montana slammed her head up and back, colliding the back of her skull with the forehead of her attacker.

Finally. The things- teeth most likely now that she gave it an actual thought- left her neck as the thing above her cursed.

Without a second to lose she gave another headbutt, ignoring the pain it sent through her own skull, before putting all her energy into rolling them both over. After two rolls she managed to shake the thing- person?- off her back. After three she scrambled to her feet and started running towards the gate again, putting a good distance between her and her attacker.

Again, she didn't care to look at whatever had attacked her before starting to sprint. She needed to get out. Needed to get to Onyx and her axe. Survival was more important than information.

Slipping through the gate in a haste it seemed almost ironic that she didn't sustain any injuries now that she wasn't being careful.

There were no footsteps behind as she sprinted towards the riding arena, her legs carrying her even faster once she spotted Onyx’s silhouette in the distance.

Seeing his rider running towards him the shire didn't waste a second and started galloping towards her. Only once they had reached each other did the two of them stop, Montana panting from exhaustion as Onyx whined loudly and positioned himself between her and the direction of the gate, ears pinned back and nostrils flared.

As she heaved herself up into the saddle the girl didn't waste any time on waiting for only god knew what had attacked her to show itself.

“We're leaving.”

Her voice was raspy, eyes staring into space as she gripped the reins tightly and let Onyx take the lead, galloping towards the direction of the mountain path they had come from. The aches all over her body, her hand, neck, head and nose slowly started to register as her pulse calmed down.

‘What in the actual hell just happened?’

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Montana doesn't know where she is. Actually, she doesn't remember anything that happened the last few days- weeks? Everything is a blurry mess. She doesn't remember how she got here, where Onyx is or why she was kneeling beside a corpse.

….

‘What?’

Her hands tremble as she looks over to the dead body laying beside her. The girl's jaw is slack, a silent scream leaving her pale lips. Her eyes are wide open, lifeless and staring into space.

There's a strong taste of iron in Montana’s mouth causing her to subconsciously lick her lips only for her tongue to graze something sharp. She winces, lifting one hand to tap along her lips and realizes her canine teeth are way sharper than she remembered. Longer too, now that she thought about it.

Thirsty. She was so, so thirsty. As if she hadn't had a single drop of water in weeks. Looking around for any possible source of water she went through what she currently knew.

‘A dead person. Sharp teeth. Blood in your mouth. A memory gap.’ While turning her head back to the corpse beside her she saw two holes, not even as big as her pinky's fingernail, at the base of the neck. The person seemed pale, weirdly so. As if all life had been sucked out of them.

As the pieces of the puzzle started falling into place the former blacksmith apprentice started shaking her head, trying, and failing, to get up from the ground. Something in her brain clicked and she started scrambling backwards on her hands and feet. Away from the corpse. Away from what she now realized had once been Judy.

Judy. Sweet, nice, Judy that worked at the Equestrian Center. Laying dead at her feet with an empty expression toward the afternoon sky.

With half a thought to not alert any possible zombies that may be lurking nearby Montana clasped her hands over her mouth before she started screaming.

Screaming at the sight of Judy, dead and lifeless and so, so pale.

Screaming at the thought that she had to have done this.

Screaming over the agonizing realization that whatever had happened at Jaspers Farm had fundamentally changed her.

Screaming because something within her knew- she wasn't human anymore.

#ssoblr #sso #sso oc #star stable online #montana opalheart #riders of fallen dawn #riders-of-fallen-dawn #rofd #my writing #I really really really hope it's okay I mentioned your guys oc's 👉👈#i put everyone montan could've possibly met in the wilderness into a spinning wheel and let fate decide bc I couldn't pick #also florence isn't tagged but that's bc she's not just mentioned and bc it's kinda obvious it's her #I hope #but yeah obvi the thing that attacked montana was florence #anyway i hope you liked the story of how montana got turned into a vampire!#it was a pain in the ass to figure out! :D #special thanks to gremlin who had to put up with my questions and nonsense I am verry sorry you had to endure that #i hope this makes even just an ounce of sense

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rollofleaf · 2 months ago

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Owlcatober Day 1: Teatime

Hopefully I'll be able to do this consistently this year! They're going to be short because I'm trying to do all of them. First up we have toxic longing yuri. I swear I'm going to get to all of my Owlcat OCs and it won't just be Hilde and Arueshalae forever, so let's start with Ethyn!

“Right, then we’ll set out for Varnhold immediately!” With the council dismissed, Ethyn sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. First her barony had been assaulted by hordes of monsters from the First World, now her neighbors had just vanished without a trace. It was no wonder no one had managed to settle the Stolen Lands yet, if events like these were normal. But Captain Varn, her missing neighbor, had been kind to her ever since they first met. His mercenaries had aided her barony against the animal attacks, he was a good trade partner, and he had even sent personal gifts of weapons and magic items to her. If Ethyn didn’t know better, she’d suspect he fancied her! Regardless, it was long overdue for her to aid him in turn, so she packed her bags and set off quickly, throwing the doors to her audience hall open and stepping out.

As the paladin passed through the doors, a brief bout of nausea overcame her. When she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else. She glanced behind her, the doors to her audience hall were nowhere in sight. She felt the tingle of magic brimming in the air, familiar from her last visit to the First World to destroy the flower assaulting her kingdom with monsters. And standing before her was Nyrissa, the beautiful nymph that broke her heart. The nymph whose heart had been stolen.

Ethyn's cheeks flushed with joy at the sight, but she held her composure and gave the nymph a calm, even look. Still, the question fluttered into her mind and she had to ask, "Nyrissa... Are you responsible for what is happening to Varnhold?"

The scorn in the nymph's eyes was replaced by a spark of surprise, quickly buried. "You... Know my name. Hmph. Even a simple hound can surprise on occasion. Come. Share some tea with me and I will answer your question.”

Suspicion sparked in the paladin’s golden eyes, but it would be rude of her to reject an invitation! And to sit across from the nymph, so close to her… No, Ethyn, focus! The nymph walked over to an ornate wooden table for two that had appeared in the mist, alongside some tea.

Ethyn closed her eyes and murmured a soft prayer, then walked over and took a seat. She smiled softly as Nyrissa poured her a cup. “Thank you. But… Why, if I may ask? Such civility, serving me tea, it’s so unlike you.”

The nymph flashed a coy smirk, making no attempt to hide the cold, loveless emptiness in her eyes. “Perhaps I am simply seeking to poison you, hound. Why, if I may ask, do you indulge in sharing tea with one who will destroy you?”

Ethyn flashed a smile as she took a long sip of the tea. It was fragrant and strange, tinted with unknown notes from the First World. “Mmm. It is delicious poison, I’m quite glad I protected myself from it.” She winked at Nyrissa’s scowl. “As for why… Well, I cannot refuse such time spent with the one I love.”

The nymph sipped her own tea, raising an eyebrow at Ethyn at that word she so detested. “Love, you say? As though a mortal could understand the depth of that terrible feeling… It seems I didn’t crush your heart as thoroughly as I had hoped. Or are you simply delusional?”

“You shattered my heart, Nyrissa.” The paladin maintained her calm smile, though there were notes of anguish buried underneath. “But it’s alright. Far worse was done to you. I’ve glimpsed what you used to be, the Guardian of the Bloom, and that was stolen from you…”

“So you think you love an illusion. A phantom. Naive girl.” Sparks of anger lit in the nymph’s eyes as she stared Ethyn down.

“No. I love you. As you are. As you were. As you could be, someday. As I hope you will be. And I will try to save you.” The paladin flashed a smile, full of genuine compassion and sorrow. It nearly made Nyrissa wretch.

The nymph’s gaze was as cold and cruel as ever, but she felt something stir inside her. The paladin was sickening and naive, but there was something endearing about it, like the devotion of a puppy. An unbidden smirk came to her lips as she set her cup down and stared over at Ethyn. “If you are so foolish as to love me, then would you allow me to kill you? It would prove your devotion to me.”

Ethyn let out a melodious chuckle. “No, my lady. I know my feelings are not returned, and I do not care. I know that you wish to destroy me and those under my protection, and I will fight with everything I have to prevent that. It does not change that I love you.”

“Then you are casting yourself down the path of either death at my hands, or breaking your own heart by killing me.” Of course the latter was quite impossible, but Nyrissa could humor this idiotic paladin.

“Perhaps. And perhaps if my heart must truly break, we will understand each other.” Ethyn idly took a sip of tea and let out a deep sigh. “There is something so beautiful about doomed love, isn’t there?”

Anger sparked in Nyrissa. What was this girl, some kind of tourist parodying her own tragedy? What beauty could she find in Nyrissa’s suffering? At last, that was the final straw. Abruptly, the nymph stood up. “Enough, hound. How dare you insult me like this... We are finished here.”

Ethyn tried to protest, but the nymph was gone before she could react. “I… I am sorry…” She said to the quiet town. The sweet taste of tea still lingered in her mouth. Perhaps she was making too light of the nymph’s situation? Or was that just her trying to manipulate Ethyn? She only wanted to understand Nyrissa. But how could she? She was just a mortal girl, she knew nothing of what it was like to be a fey queen, much less one suffering from the curse that afflicted Nyrissa. But… She could learn to understand her. She would learn. That understanding was love, to the paladin.

#owlcatober 2024 #oc: ethyn roseveil #pathfinder kingmaker #nyrissa #ethyn/nyrissa

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genopaint · 7 months ago

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Week 19 of the Daily Dragon Challenge! Been having a busy May! Which isn't always a bad thing I suppose. But I've been slowing down on my Daily Dragon Duties. Gotta pick it up!!

As always you can follow me on twitter where they’re posted daily

And read more info on each of them below the cut

Daily Dragon #126 - Hothead

Happy 40th anniversary TMNT!! I've been wanting do draw Hothead, or just some TMNT dragon, for a bit now. Soooo, why not take advantage of the anniversary, right?

This is my own design inspired by a few different sources, mainly the action figure and tournament fighters' boxart and his in game sprite. There's a LOT more TMNT dragons than I think you realize, so dont be surprised if I do another one later

Daily Dragon #127 - Marci Midas

This dragon's main interests are: Gold, Golden things, looking richer than everyone else, and ignoring you. Maybe if you ask reeeeaaally nicely and give her presents she'll look in your general direction,

Saw all the really good gold week posts and the idea of like, a dragon that hordes gold wearing a golden bikini came to my mind so I thought I'd try making her. I'm not 100% satisfied with how it came out but I think the concept is hot enough, and she's already finish so- yeah

Anyway happy (late) gold week I suppose, I may try to do other clothing challenge dragons in the future but we'll see how I feel cause I have a hard time keeping up with all of them and I keep wanting to draw the Axel girls in them instead

Daily Dragon #128 - Mirage Wyrm

Those who are lost in large deserts and tundras, when stricken with exhaustion and dehydration, often see Mirage Wyrms approach them. Although they are strange 2D specters, they are physical manifestations and WILL consume you if you're weak

Daily Dragon #129 - Dojo Kanojo Cho

Missed yesterday's dragon and I feel like the perfect dragon for a late day is our boy Dojo! I feel like I don't talk about it nearly enough but I LOVE Xiaolin Showdown so much it's unreal. Don't be surprised if I do another dragon from it

tear down the false idol

Daily Dragon #130 - Naten Shellie Shieldheart

This character was a ton of fun to work on and I'm glad people trust me enough with non-animal characters to design their humanoid ocs lol Thanks for letting me include them in the challenge!

Daily Dragon #131 - Raptor Wyvern

These predators can tear through the air at incredibly high speeds, using their massive claws, they can strike at prey quick and swoops them up before the poor animal even realized what happened

Daily Dragon #132 - Huggogon

Large, kind, and fluffy dragons who just love love! They're very affectionate, love hugging, and are kind to everyone they encounter. Similar to Capybaras, they seemingly have no natural enemies

Quick redraw of a dragon I did at FWA LAST year. Figured it was the perfect chance to reboot them for this challenge! I also love the other two so dont be surprised if they get a redo eventually too

#dragon #dragons #daily dragon challenge

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speedyartist30 · 1 month ago

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Botw AU:Hylia bridge

The character on the right is my buddies @stellercherry💜 Her oc name is Rylei and she’s so cool and I love her design ✨✨

Anywho here’s a short story of their team up ✨

Jay sprinted towards the bridge,his form a streak of lightning through the storm. His mind was focused, each step bringing him closer to the bridge and the threat that awaited. As he neared the Bridge of Hylia, Jay’s eyes scanned the horizon. He could see the dark shapes of the guardians moving, their mechanical forms stark against the rain-soaked backdrop. His heart quickened, not with fear, but with determination. He could also sense the malice within them, a dark energy that made his skin crawl.

Without hesitation, Jay launched himself into the fray. His katana hummed with electricity, each strike precise and deadly. He floated above the ground, dodging the guardians’ lasers with ease, his speed and agility making him a difficult target. The rain added an extra layer of challenge, turning the bridge’s surface slick and hazardous. But Jay’s focus never wavered; he was the Champion of Souls, and he would protect this bridge at all costs. The guardians were relentless, their attacks coordinated and fierce. Jay danced through their ranks, his movements a blur of lightning and steel. He struck with deadly accuracy, his katana slicing through the machines’ defenses. Despite his skill, the sheer number of guardians threatened to overwhelm him.

Jay flipped out the way and threw a bolt of lightning, sparks glued as guradians fell back or careening over the sides and into the waters below. That didn’t slowly the corrupted machines down, Jay shifted his stance and readied himself for the next wave. Behind him he heard a faint beep behind him, a guardian ready to fire.

*Sh*t..*

The gurdian was just about to fire when a large axed pierced its scensor. Thundering rumbled as a gray rito emerged from the sky, swiftly she landed and yanked her weapon free. Rylei, the Rito warrior, arrived with a calm aura, her feathers glistening with rain. She stepped gracefully beside Jay, her dual axes at the ready. Her calm, collected demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaotic battle around them.

”Master Jay, I see you can use a hand.”

“I’d appreciate it, great timing as always Ryeli.”

Jay held his hands up as a shield of golden lightning surrounded them, giving him a few moments to explain the situation.

“The guardians are corrupted with malice, it’s not a malfunction like we initially thought. We have to attack there cores to fully wipe them out or they’ll just get up again.”

Rylei nodded, her eyes narrowing with determination. “Understood. Let’s take them down.”

“I’ll go low, you go high.”

Together, they rushed towards the horde. Jay’s lightning strikes combined with Rylei’s fierce axe attacks created a deadly synergy. They moved in perfect harmony, each understanding the other’s intentions without needing words. Rylei’s agility and aggression complemented Jay’s speed and precision, their combined efforts devastating the guardians.

Punching his fist into a guardian and crushing the core, Jay leapt back as a blast whizzed past his head. Rylei brutally cut a guardians legs off before plunging her axes into it as she rolled out the way of a stray beam. Jay knew they needed more than brute strength to see the end to this fight. Kicking a guardian over the edge jay ran towards her and yelled

“Ryeli meet me in the air I got an idea!”

She nodded and with a beat of her wings went into the air and blended with the clouds. With a spark Jay floated into the air after her and once he got by her side he quickly explained his plan

“I’m going to give you a boost of power, we can’t let this bridge fall.”

Ryeli looked at him a bit unsure, but he knew she wasn’t going to let her feelings get in the way. She nodded and with a sparking hand jay touched her shoulder. He felt the power in her soul and he fueld it with his blessed power. A teal aura surrounded her as she looked at the sparks around her weapons.

“I’ll head down first to distract them, I’ll clear a path for you.”

Rylei nodded, her eyes narrowing with determination.Jay charged up the lightning and fused it with his sword, he dove down in a bright golden light. He deflected the blasts with his swords and send bolts of his own as Ryeli followed behind him like a shadow. Seeing the opening Jay yelled over the storm

“Now, Rylei!”

Rylei responded instantly, she plummeted to the bridge like a shooting star with a powerful flap of her wings. She raised her axes high, and as she descended, Jay directed a surge of lightning towards her. The electricity enveloped Rylei, enhancing her already formidable strength. She struck the ground with a thunderous impact, sending shockwaves through the guardians.

The combined attack was devastating. The guardians’ cores were exposed, their malice flickering as they struggled to recover. Jay didn’t waste a moment, slicing through the weakened machines with his katana. Rylei’s axes followed, cleaving through the corrupted metal with brutal efficiency.

Finally, the last guardian fell, its mechanical body collapsing into the mud. The rain began to lighten, the storm breaking as if acknowledging their victory. Jay and Rylei stood on the bridge, breathing heavily but victorious. Jay’s eyes scanned the area, ensuring no more threats remained. He nodded to Rylei, who returned the gesture with a rare smile.

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