#the one that adopted wolf pups and killed her mom was the same one but thats it

[phoenix--flying]

random things my ocs have done but i give absolutely zero context

bit someone (she injected poisoned into their blood)

adopted two wolf pups

drew a picture of her brothers death and then gave it to him

literally just murdered her mother. brutally.

tricked camp half blood, camp jupiter, kronos and triumvirate into believing they were three different people

fell in love with her best friend and then watched her get a boyfriend

just??? straight up drank poison like it was a shot?? for fun???

joined kronos because she met a pretty girl who worked for him

scared the shit out of his partner jumping off a building (he had wings)

got decapitated by her girlfriend, yk just lesbian things

got kidnapped by triumvirate, then got her wings ripped off and displayed

annoyed the fuck out of kronos because she kept stealing stuff off his desk with her tail

tried to yell at a god and then got their ass killed immediately

got attacked by zeus and then turned into a dolphin

accidentally bound her soul to the underworld because she ate pomegranate seeds from her mom

are twins but are also half sisters

is a ray of sunshine. like literally. she was made from a ray of sunshine.

[fanficteen]

Old Friend

deucalion x reader

“(Y/N)?” Rafael’s voice crackled on the other end of the phone. “McCall?” “I need your help.” Sirens whirled in the background. “You what?” “There’s a hunting problem.” That cleared absolutely nothing up. “I’m an author, not a cop, McCall.” “At the shipyard,” he continued, as though he hadn’t heard you. “Remember I told you about the Hale attack?” “McCall,” you heard, muffled, on the other end of the phone. “Name’s a little too close to home, ain’t it, Ferrell?” “Please.” The line went dead. “Hale attack? That was a fire.” Your heart plummeted in your chest. “Hunters.” You scrambled for the door, not even bothering to lock it as you ran. You’d heard about them coming, heard about the new pack, the True Alpha. Hell, you’d even helped once or twice, when Melissa or Argent called you in. But you hadn’t made the connection between McCall and Scott McCall, the tiny, chubby little kid you’d looked after while his mom worked.

Guns were already firing when you reached the shipyard, and someone was crawling for cover. Or, trying too. He was far too old to be Scott, even as his eyes flashed red, claws extending to drag him across the ground. Three teenagers were scattered around the yard, another man crouched behind a steel beam. You waited, as the Hunters moved forward. Then the barrage ceased, though they kept their guns raised. You launched forward, then, and cut off three from the back with ease. You grabbed a fourth by the throat and tossed him into another, finally drawing their attention to you, as you managed to grab the wounded wolf and bolt in their confusion. “Made a new friend, Scott?” That voice sent chills down your spine, blood-soaked memories clawing their way from the pit of your mind. Your parents – human parents, dead on the floor, just for protecting you. “Just in time to bury them.” You swept through the group to the woman speaking, throwing her to the ground. She spun to look at you, as she landed, but you were already moving, surging towards her. Through the corner of your eye, you caught sight of one of her hunters moving towards the stone column, where Scott was crouched, and you changed courses, knowing you wouldn’t get there in time. Then an engine revved, and suddenly there was a Jeep spearing into the shipyards and the Hunter went flying from the impact. You felt a bullet shatter your shoulder and growled, turning back towards Monroe as two new faces joined the fight. She glanced at you, then behind her, and took off for her car, her men following behind her. Half of you wanted to go after her, but Scott needed you more than you needed revenge. Scott’s pack soon grouped up around where he was struggling, vainly, to stem the blood flow of the wounded man. You pushed him aside, lightly, kneeling in his place. The man ignored you, still focused on Scott. Something about Gerard and knowing he couldn’t win. His breath cut off. “It’s really started, hasn’t it?” None of them stopped you, but you could feel them staring as you leaned forward, eyes flashing black, as you buried your claws in the back of his neck. “Hey!” The late werewolf – a Hale – grabbed Scott’s arm as he protested. “She’s a Grim,” he breathed, as the man’s flashed open and he gasped for breath. “She just – she just brought him back from the dead, right?” Stiles asked, jaw dropped. “I’m not insane?” “She just brought him back from the dead,” the redhead agreed. “He wasn’t quite dead,” you corrected, immediately darting out of the way as the man swung onto his hands and knees, choking in mouthfuls of air.

“Who – wait, (Y/N)?!” “It’s been a while, pup.” He stared as you rubbed the back of your neck, awkwardly. “Pretty impressive pack you’ve gathered. A handful of Hales, a Banshee, another Alpha…” You glanced at Stiles. “…the Sheriff’s son. Very human, very smart. You’re taking good care of him, right?” You carefully placed your foot on the wounded man’s back as he moved to stand. He swung his head around to glare. “Sorry, but you should stay down there, sir.” “Gonna introduce us, Scott?” the late Hale prompted. “Oh! Yeah, sorry,” Scott gestured between you and the pack, “Everyone, this is (Y/N). She used to babysit me as a kid. I did not know she was supernatural. (Y/N), this is Derek, Peter, Malia, Lydia, and you know Stiles.” You tilted your head, surreptitiously, towards the recovering wolf. “That’s Deucalion.” “He’s who?” you questioned, earning a half-hearted laugh from the man on the ground. “Can I get up, now?” he requested, lightly, his voice still rough around the edges. You hesitated, then offered your hand. “You have to let me help you, though.” He glanced from your hand to your face, then sighed and took it, letting you help him to his feet, supporting his aching body. “Nice to meet you, oh Mr Demon Wolf, Destroyer of Worlds, pep-talker of my favourite kid.” He chuckled, lowly. “Nice to meet you, Miss Death-Defier, Beacon Hills’ Grim, babysitter of the True Alpha.” The others were all staring at you, wide-eyed, when you both looked back at them. “We should leave.” “I want to take him to Deaton,” you added, as they all nodded. He sighed, and you all waited for him to protest. “What?” he challenged, letting you help him towards your car, “I’d rather see the Druid than die.”

The roar echoed through the school, reverberating in your chest – pain, anger, hurt. “Scott?!” Before you could take off, Deucalion grabbed your arm. “You don’t know how to fight it.” “Scott’s hurt!” “He’ll be more hurt if you’re dead.” You sighed, but nodded, mutely. “Let me go ahead.” He offered you his hand. “Unless I squeeze your hand, don’t open your eyes. It knows how to trick us.” “Don’t you need that?” You glanced at his hand, and he offered you a lopsided smirk. “If I do, I’ll just throw you with my punch.” You snorted, but took his hand anyway. “Give me some warning, I’ll even put my claws out and actually make myself useful.”

“Bobby?!” The Coach spun at the sound of your voice. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you hurt?” “Just looking after my players,” he answered, brightly. You raised an eyebrow. “Some asshole thought he could get away with touching my boys outside my office. I mean, sure, Jackson and Ethan aren’t my team anymore, but they’re still –” “Bobby, are they okay?” “What? Of course,” he huffed, folding his arms. “I hit him with a lacrosse stick.” Deucalion raised an eyebrow. “Not all of us have fangs and claws.” Then he paused for a moment. “Hang on, you’re the asshole–“ “Coach?” You heard a clatter in the nearby entrance hall, as Scott appeared, but just surged towards him. Deucalion headed for the noise. Blood still stained around his eyes but he smiled, offering a soft laugh, as you checked him over. “I’m fine.” “You blinded yourself?” Horror coursed through you. “He what?” Bobby demanded. Jackson and Ethan appeared, from the same direction Bobby had come. Ethan did a double take, but Deucalion held up his hands in surrender, and the boy approached, warily. “Coach, why are you here?” Stiles questioned, still entirely bewildered. “He just saved us,” Ethan admitted, making Derek raise an eyebrow. “Malia?” Peter crashed through the doors behind them. “Malia– you’re okay.” The girl in question smiled, brightly, crushing her father into a hug. Peter froze. Derek kicked Stiles before he could snicker. “Coach saved you?” Stiles asked, returning his attention to the boys. “No need for that tone, Stilinski.” “He beat a hunter unconscious with a lacrosse stick,” Jackson explained, and Stiles’ jaw dropped further. “Wait, do you know about this, Coach?” Scott asked, brows furrowed. “Of course I know. That’s my sister fussing over you.” “She’s your what?” “I’m adopted,” you assured the baffled teenagers.

Deucalion cleared his throat, summoning your attention. He held up Monroe by her collar. “She’s still alive.” “You won’t kill me,” she sneered, “McCall won’t let you.” “McCall’s not my Alpha,” Deucalion responded, eyes flashing red. “Yet you still deferred to him.” Deucalion snarled, but looked back to Scott. “This is your territory, Scott.” The boy hesitated. “But it’s a war for all of us.” They hadn’t even seen you moving before her heart dropped to the floor. “(Y/N)?!” “What the hell?!” Deucalion didn’t speak through the teenaged chorus, just discarded the body, unceremoniously, curious gaze fixed on your face. “A woman after my own heart.” Malia elbowed Peter, cutting off his muttering. “Was that her?” A sob tore from your throat at Bobby’s question, raw and ragged, but you nodded. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your brother, or at Scott, afraid of what you would see there. So you just held Deucalion’s gaze, as if begging him to understand… something. Anything. Even you weren’t sure what. The man was a killer, after all. You didn’t need to justify yourself to him. You could hear Bobby explaining, behind you, but still didn’t dare look back. You flinched when Deucalion finally broke the impasse by taking a step forward, but didn’t move away. He continued forward, slowly, until he had closed the distance between you, a warm hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” The question was stiff, awkward, but you couldn’t say you expected any different. Before you even registered what you were doing, you slumped forward, burying your head in his chest. He went stiff for a moment, but you soon felt his arms inch around you, one hand coming to your hair. Your sobs began to fade, breathing falling into sync with the soothing fingers trailing through your hair. “Am I seeing this right– ow, Derek!” A low growl rumbled from Deucalion’s chest, vibrating through your body, and Stiles fell silent. With a shuddering breath, you pulled away and looked up to meet the eyes of the Alpha of Alphas. He raised an eyebrow, but his expression was gentle. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “You just single-handedly destroyed a well-manicured, decades-old reputation.” There was no anger in his voice. “I think you did that when you started practicing pacifism,” Peter drawled, making both Scott and Deucalion glare at him. He shrugged, but didn’t try to take it back. “Can I suggest we leave?” Lydia piped up, quietly. “I don’t know about you, but I could do with a shower.” She looked down at her dust-covered hands, the stains of blood and sweat on her clothes. Murmurs of agreement followed, and you all headed for the doors. “Scott, if you see your father, tell him I’ll be by tomorrow.” Scott raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t think I just magically realised you were about to die, did you?” You didn’t bother listening to their mumbled responses, just made a beeline for your car. “Call me tonight!” Bobby shouted after you. You waved your agreement.

[petri808]

For Inuyasha Sins Pride. Chapter 2 4800 words. gomen, it’s rushed ;-; please see AO3 source link to the first chapter.

It was a surprise to the kingdom of Chiba to learn the stable hand was really an undercover Prince. But once the initial shock wore off, King and Queen Higurashi gave the couple their blessings to begin a proper courtship. How could they not to a Prince from an ally kingdom. Princess Rin and her retinue were given guest rooms in the palace to use during her visit but Inuyasha requested to stay in the quarters provided to the stable hand. It was an odd request for the royals to approve, but he explained he’d grown comfortable in it and rather enjoyed the work. If anything, it was the reason for his enlightenment.

During Rin’s visit, the two Princesses grow close, almost like sisters, something neither girl had fully experienced before. Kagome was surprised to learn that Rin was not blood related nor born a Princess. The King and Queen of Kamakura were both yokai, but the girl was 100 percent human.

“Wow, so Sesshomaru adopted you... that’s a really amazing story.”

“Yeah,” the girl blushes. “Before he became King, he was the General in charge of the army. I was told he’d found me as an infant during one of the campaigns against a rouge group of wolf yokai who was attacking a village. My parents had been killed so he took me to the castle. I guess, he grew attached and adopted me with King Toga’s blessing. You see Toga, Inuyasha’s father had a love for humans and even sired a son from an affair.”

“Inuyasha?”

“Yeah! This is all before my time, but sadly Uncle Inu’s mom died of cancer when he was just a pup.”

“Then who is King Sesshomaru’s mother?”

“King Toga had a Queen. I’ve been told through the castle gossip it was an arraigned marriage with very little love between them.”

“I see... is that why he strayed...” Kagome’s voice quiets down due to the nature of the suggestion. Rin nods her head. “Well, I guess I should be thankful considering Inu was a product of that meeting.”

Rin giggles and smiles. “I’m really happy uncle finally found someone.”

The week passes by in a blink of the eye. So, when the time comes for Rin to go home, she coaxes the couple into joining her. ‘Uncle, you need to let father know you’re alive and most of all courting a Princess.’ It worked. Inuyasha knew his niece was right and begrudgingly agrees to accompany her.

They secure approval from the King and Queen for Kagome to travel with her personal guard, two attendants, and primary tutor, then set off on the five-day journey to the heart of Kamakura. It wasn’t a very difficult journey between their borders, just bandits to watch for. With a yokai soldier guarding Rin and Inuyasha, it dropped the likelihood of attack to almost zero. Whenever possible, the group stayed in towns along the route, but if they didn’t make it by night fall, the two carriages served as sleeping quarters for the women, while the men made-due under the stars.

To pass the time, Sango graciously tutors both Princesses, which Rin greatly appreciated. The woman was like her own tutors who were a bit stuffier, and besides the woman’s pet was a total delight.

“I know, I love it too when she brings her kitty to sessions,” Kagome muses. “Always relaxes me.”

“She is really sweet, but you know she’s not a regular cat, right?” Rin responds.

“She’s not?”

“No, she’s a yokai cat,” the girl giggles with Sango nodding in confirmation.

“I inherited Kirara from my mother,” Sango provides more information. “She’s very protective of me and can transform when she wants to into a much larger cat.” The animal looks up as if in understanding. “But that’s rare now that I don’t go hunting with my family anymore.”

“Huh? I had no idea!”

“You’ve never asked,” Sango laughs. “She likes most people as well, except Miroku, but he’s trying to win her over.” She leans in and whispers, “I think because she knows he’s a pervert.”

“I heard that!” Comes a voice from beside the carriage.

“Tch, figures he’s eavesdropping.”

Rin and Kagome laugh. As annoying as the man was, he was relentless in pursuing something he wants, and Kagome wonders if Sango is the reason, he somehow become her personal guard. One thing was for sure, Miroku was not shy about his obsession either.

“He’s not a bad catch,” Kagome teases her friend. “It could be worse, and I’ve seen you blush when he talks to you.”

“Pf-t-that’s not the point,” Sango looks away as she feels her cheeks heating up. “I’m not interested in a relationship right now.”

“I’ll wait for you my love,” the male voice calls out again. “As long as it takes.”

That sets the two Princesses into full blown giggles and Sango into a heated embarrassment. “Stop listening to us you perverted lecher!”

“Yeah, get! Get away from the carriage,” another male growls. “Leave the girls be and focus on your job.”

“Inu?” Kagome whispers, while Rin giggles and nods yes.

Finally, the combined entourages reach Shiroinu Castle in the capital city of Yuki no Machi. It was aptly named for residing at the base of a snow topped mountain in the winter months. Inuyasha explains to Kagome, his ancestors chose this location as the capital because the mountain provides one side of protection from invasion. The castle had another unique security feature. The two main castle walls were separated with a fifty-foot wide moat running between them, with massive draw bridges and gates. So, even if you breach the first wall, an invader would have to traverse the water before it could reach the inner wall, slowing them down, and providing additional time for the military to react.

The palace staff are thrilled to see that their wayward Prince has returned and quickly usher the group into the castle. The royals retinues are taken straight to where they will be staying during this trip, while Inuyasha, Kagome, and Rin are led into the throne room where the King and Queen await them. It was a tense and nerve-wracking moment with the Prince expecting some backlash and the Princess unsure of how Sesshomaru will receive her. According to Rin, her father was not one to show emotions, rarer still to ever see the male smile. He was a stately King and prided honor above all.

But Rin was excited to see her parents, despite only being gone less than a month. She skips her way to the thrones and takes her place beside her father, giving him a peck on his stone-faced cheek. If it wasn’t for the very, very tiny uptick in the corner of his mouth, one would think he looked angry at her behavior.

“My daughter returns with a surprise I see.”

“I found uncle Inu on my trip to meet Princess Kagome of Chiba, father. Isn’t that wonderful!”

The King keeps his features stoic in stark contrast to the young girls exuberance. “And this I take is the Princess?”

“Yes, father.”

“Inuyasha, explain you absence now.”

The Prince swallows down his desire to snap at his brother. They’ve never had the greatest of relationships because Sesshomaru abhorred the reason of his birth. It was only after adopting Rin that the older males heart began to thaw, just a little towards him. He steps forward, slightly in front of Kagome as a potential shield.

“I went out in search of a possible bride, but one that fell in love not for my title but heart.”

“What does title matter if you’ve chosen a Princess of the same rank?”

“Kagome did not know I was a Prince when we met.”

Sesshomaru’s brow raises. “Explain.”

“I became the stable hand at the castle and that is how we met. I had not intended to fall for a Princess, that’s just how things turned out.”

Such a statement makes the King’s brow twitch in annoyance. He knew his brother was not fond of being a Prince, but to stoop to the rank of a commoner was simply disgraceful in his eyes. They were royals and it was their duty to behave as such. Still, he holds his indignation back for now in light of Kagome’s presence.

“So, you’ve brought your intended to gain my blessing?”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t they cute together, father?” Rin chimes in, hoping to break the tension she can sense from the male. “I can confirm everything he’s saying is true, and that Princess Kagome’s parents have also given their blessings for a proper courtship.”

“I see. We will discuss this further after dinner.” Sesshomaru motions to the palace staff. “Please show them to the rooms, they must be tired from the journey.” And with that he dismisses the trio without another word.

Kagome is placed in the same room as Sango, while her other two attendants are in an adjoining room. Miroku will stay in the soldiers barracks area. Of course, Inuyasha has his own room close by along with Rin.

The accommodations are beautifully laid out with finely decorated, gleaming white stone walls. A large four-poster canopy bed, thick rugs, a dressing table with a large gilded mirror, armoires, a walk-in closet, and a fireplace. The balcony overlooks a manicured garden filled with ponds, paths, sweet smelling flowering fruit trees, and benches along the paths for sitting. In the middle of the garden is a gazebo large enough for luncheons, popular with the women of the palace.

“What do you think?” Sesshomaru turns to his Queen.

“Perhaps this is a positive development my King. If this Princess satisfies Inuyasha, he’ll likely settle down.”

“Perhaps...” he sits back on his throne in contemplation.

“And she is the daughter of an ally not a rival. Such relations could prove mutually beneficial. Our daughter also seems to like her.”

“Rin likes everyone,” he fires back.

“True,” the woman chuckles, “but you know your brother has never shown interest in marriage. This one must be special.”

“We shall see.”

This is why he is grateful to have such a woman reigning by his side. Kagura is well educated, tactfully smart, but able to converse without overstepping her position. Sesshomaru’s lucky that his father broke tradition and allowed him to choose his Queen rather than be forced into a marriage. It was one of the first edicts enacted by Toga when he was crowned King to ensure his children married for love. Still, while he did love Kagura, pride made sure she was worthy of the title first. Such a power move was simply necessary when one is a King. As his first duty, he has an entire kingdom of subjects to protect. In order to do so, a ruler must be tactful and careful in all of their decisions no matter the cost.

Kagura reaches over and takes her husband’s hand, lovingly sweeping her thumb over the webbing of the palm. “This could be the blessing we were hoping for.”

All through dinner, Princesses Kagome and Rin keep the table alive with conversations. Most of the topics revolve around Chiba, what it’s like, and Kagome explaining some of the notable areas of the kingdom worth visiting. Eventually, the subject of her and Inuyasha is brought up by Kagura. Inuyasha wonders if this is more like an interrogation, but Kagome sees it otherwise with the older female seeming to have a genuine interest in how the relationship came to be.

She explains how Inuyasha started working at the castle as a stable hand, that it seemed an odd profession for one who would make a better soldier, but regardless he was great at the job. “I was impressed by how well he cared for the horses, especially my own.” The man took pride in his handiwork, was always level-headed and willing to listen when she needed to vent or talk. So, eventually feelings developed and actually it was the day Rin had arrived that they realized it was a mutual attraction. “I remember thinking, wow, this man actually talks back to me,” Kagome chuckles, “servants don’t dare to talk like that to a royal out of fear.” She turns to Inuyasha who looks annoyed with the whole convo. “Well, now I know why.”

That brings a chuckle from the Queen. “I don’t believe I’ve ever equated Inuyasha with patience before. This experience must have had a profound effect on him, or perhaps I should say, you had such an effect on him.”

The cheeks on both Inuyasha and Kagome brighten as they look away to hide their embarrassment. Rin on the other hand giggles amusingly. “When I found them, they started bickering, it was adorable! That’s how I knew, uncle Inu was in love!”

“Bite your tongue brat!” He grumps back but with no real anger to his tone. This only causes the girl to laugh harder.

Through the entire meal, Sesshomaru watches without adding to the conversation. Kagura was better in these situations so he simply observed and so far, he was willing to give Kagome a chance. He was teetering between agreeing to the arrangement or not, placing the same conditions on the Princess that he had on his intended wife. Because no matter if they loved each other, he still felt that they must uphold the dignity he strives for to protect their kingdom. The girl was only a couple years older than his daughter, so it made sense that the two women got along well. But despite her exuberance in chatting, Kagome held a strong poise. He also took into consideration their first meeting where she stood quietly, never speaking out of turn, and following proper decorum of meeting royalty.

“Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru cuts into the conversation during a lull between the women, “I’d like to speak with you privately in the study. Now.” He stands up and walks out of the room without waiting for a response.

Kagome turns to the man concerned, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Inuyasha reassures her. “This is normal.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Don’t worry my dear,” Kagura adds to allay her fears, “they just need to figure out a few details of this arrangement.”

Neither words of comfort really worked, but as a guest in the palace, Kagome didn’t want to do or say something wrong. “I understand.”

“Let’s have some dessert in the meantime.” Rin suggests to distract the woman. “Kagome you must try the strawberry tarts, they’re delicious!”

When Inuyasha arrives in the study, he finds his brother seated at the writing desk. Sesshomaru’s fingers are steepled and a nondescript expression screwed onto his face. But he could sense the emotions emanating from his brother, the tingling of yokai energy being muzzled. It doesn’t surprise him. Sesshomaru’s behavior when they’d arrived was lacking his normal reactions.

Inuyasha takes a seat opposite his brother and sits casually, trying not to show any disdain. “You wished to speak with me brother?”

There’s a short pause before Sesshomaru sits up straight and begins to chastise his brothers behavior over the last nine months. Of leaving without any word or where he was going and what he was up to. “Inuyasha, you’ve spent your life fighting against the fact you are a crowned Prince of this kingdom. It’s not something you can easily run away from. What if you’d been captured and held ransom or killed, can you imagine the consequences? The potential war you could have started? We have our subjects to protect.” The king leans back against his seat. “Our lives, whether we like it or not will affect the most people. We do not have the luxury of being selfish when it comes to such things.”

“You think I don’t realize such things, I—”

A hand wave cuts off his words. “The question is, have you truly learned the error of your judgment? If you love this Princess enough to seek out our blessing, I would hope you have for her sake.”

“I have,” Inuyasha growls. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. And frankly, I only do this to allay her concerns of courting properly. I’ll marry her if you agree or not.”

A long silence befalls the two brothers as Sesshomaru thinks carefully his next choice of words. His brothers reaction would finalize his decision. If Inuyasha was still the arrogant Prince he’d left as, the answer would not have been a pleasant one.

“After discussing this situation with my Queen, I have decided to allow your courtship under one condition.”

“Being?”

“You are both to stay here for six months for observation. To be blunt, I must make sure that Princess Kagome will serve this kingdom properly.”

Despite spitting out that he didn’t care, Inuyasha knows his brothers blessing is necessary to ensure any marriage has a chance to take place. If Kagome’s parents were to find out that Sesshomaru disproved, they may not allow her to marry him either. Inuyasha holds back a growl. “Fine. I’ll have Kagome send a message to her parents, pending they have no objections we accept your conditions.”

“Very well. You are excused.”

Once the door closes behind Inuyasha, Sesshomaru sits back, musing and a bit taken by surprise. Had eight months outside of these walls really affected his brother so much? It’s hard to believe that a nearly 30-year old fused in their personality could change so drastically and quickly. He’d been ready for an explosion only to be met with submission. That’s not to say he didn’t sense the anger bubbling inside of his brother. Energy is much harder to mask. Yet Inuyasha controlled it. A smile licks at the corners of Sesshomaru’s lips, dare he admit he was proud of his little brother?

Kagome took Sesshomaru’s edict in stride despite Inuyasha’s irritation over it. The younger feeling as if the older should stay out of his love life. She looks at it as an extended vacation since this is the longest, she’s ever been away from home, plus it gave her an opportunity to bond further with Rin who was an absolute delight. It’s surprising how carefree the young woman is considering her father is quite strict about her behavior. Perhaps, despite his emotionless personality, that girl really has him wrapped around her finger.

Many a day is spent in normal royal routine. Tutoring lessons continue like normal with Sango, added lessons such as archery being something Kagome rather enjoyed learning. Her parents never allowed her to use a weapon back home, but here it is encouraged for protection. In the evenings, she spends it with Inuyasha as part of the courting because during the day he has his own duties to the Kingdom to deal with. But he never withholds information from her as if he wants Kagome to understand how a kingdom is truly run. Such a partnership is how Sesshomaru and his Queen rule as well. All the information gives her a better sense of how important their positions truly are.

“How are you liking it here?” Inuyasha questions Kagome during one of their riding times together. Whenever there is a lull in his duties, this is his favorite way to relax away from the castle.

“Mmm, sometimes I miss my family, but I love being here as well.” She chuckles, “for so long I wanted to get away from home, but I guess now I just have a better appreciation for my life.”

“I’m sorry we don’t get to spend a lot of time together.”

Kagome smiles. “It’s fine, really, Inuyasha. You have things you need to do, and I have things to keep me busy.”

Four months have passed by and Sesshomaru has never given them any indication that he was unhappy with Kagome. They saw each other almost every night at dinner or on occasion around the castle, but no real interactions. Rin assures her that this is how he always is, silent, calculating, and observant. When he was a general, much of his success came not because of brawn, but brains, outmaneuvering enemies and losing the least amount of soldiers in the process. Kagome had yet to meet Sesshomaru’s mother who she was told moved away from the castle after the death of Toga a couple years ago. Sadly, she also learned Sesshomaru became King upon their father’s death during a battle later finished by the son.

On a beautiful afternoon with tutoring complete for the day, Kagome ventures into the enclosed garden to relax before dinner. As she walks the pathways, she takes in the peaceful elements it brings. Whoever designed this garden was a master artist. Everything was laid out to bring out a sense of quiet, reflective joy, from the types of plant life chosen to the pond filled with colorful fish. It was easy to lose yourself here for hours at a time.

Even in the night, it’s a beautiful scene and where she and Inuyasha have spent star gazing a few times. In fact, she remembers one night in particular. It was his human night, the one day each month he transforms. Despite the moons absence, the sky was unusually clear and stars inordinately brighter. They sparkled off his dark hair almost giving it an iridescent blue hue and if she thought he was handsome normally, on that night Inuyasha truly shone in her eyes.

She clears a bend in the path that takes one to overhanging wisterias. To her surprise, Kagome sees Sesshomaru sitting there with his eyes closed, relaxed, and leaning against the trees trunk instead of the bench beside it. Not wanting to disturb him, she starts to turn around until a deep voice calls her back.

“Do I scare you?” Sesshomaru questions without opening his eyes. He’d felt her energy approaching.

“Not really.” Kagome turns back to him out of polite respect. “Well, maybe just a little.”

He peeks open one eye. “You have nothing to fear from me Princess,” then points to the bench, “sit. We’ve not had a chance to converse properly.”

O—kay? She sits down on the bench hesitantly. The day had been going so well too, what would Sesshomaru want to speak with her about? The man closes his eyes fully again as if uninterested in this conversation. She finds it odd but isn’t sure if she should be the one to engage first. Proper etiquette dictates that she allow him to start it off, so she stays quiet.

He could hear the slightly palpitating heartbeat of anxiety and smell a minute amount of intrigue mixed with unsurety. It’s clear that the woman really held no true fear of him, or those senses would be amplified, but mostly just nervous of the unknown. These unconscious reactions tell volumes about an individual and is why he sat there silently for a few minutes analyzing them.

“Tell me Princess, for I am curious, why do you believe my brother is worthy of your hand?”

Well that is not a question Kagome expected to be hear.

“I’m sorry my lord, but I do not quite understand. Do you believe that I am somehow better than him?”

“I watched Inuyasha grow up and he has never shown an ability to be responsible for himself and certainly not another person’s life. Both marriage and crown requires such an ability. It is true he appears to have grown in the span of a year, but I wish to determine if it is for show in order to gain your hand or Inuyasha has truly changed.”

Kagome reflects on his words for a moment making sure she’s understood them. Is Sesshomaru testing her or does he really not trust his brother? She chooses her words carefully. “I mean no disrespect, but I believe your distrust of your brother is mistaken. I am not discounting his past for creating your disillusion, only in that you still do not believe he is capable of change.”

“Explain.”

She sighs, “the truth is, it is I who was not worthy of Inuyasha. When he came to our kingdom, I was a lot like what you describe of his past. I hated my title and envied commoners because I was frustrated with all the rules of being a Princess. I couldn’t see past my own selfish desires.” Kagome smiles softly in reflection, “and it was Inuyasha who showed me how misguided I was behaving. I believe that when Inuyasha left here and lived amongst the commoners, he gained a new perspective not only of them but of himself. That self-reflection allowed him to realize the important roles and responsibilities of a royal to the commoners. He might not like the rules sometimes, but he understands the importance of them now and so do I.”

She stands up and bows low. “Lord Sesshomaru, I humbly beg you to give your brother a chance to continue to show you he has changed for the better.”

After a few moments of silence, he opens his eyes to see the Princess still standing there with her head bowed to him. “I shall take your request under advisement you may return to your walk Princess.”

“Thank you lord Sesshomaru.”

It’s only after she can no longer see him that Kagome releases the breath, she’s been holding in. She poured out her true feelings on the matter and now it was up to the King who she hopes heard the honesty in her voice. It’s not easy to admit out loud ones failures. She knows a few months and one conversation is not enough to truly sway someone’s mind, but it was merely the opportunity to do so that she requested. By the time she exists the garden, she decides not to mention the full conversation to Inuyasha for fear of sparking an argument.

Another month carries through as if the conversation never took place, but the feeling as if she was being watched played on her from time to time. Deep down Kagome knew that’s exactly what was happening, Sesshomaru had them stay to be observed after all. But it wasn’t until that day in the garden that it came back to the forefront. At the same time, she knew that the best way to handle the situation is to continue doing her best to prove she could be a proper, capable Princess.

But the time is ticking away and soon enough the six months would come to a close. The one positive thing Kagome had to draw upon was Inuyasha’s proposal of marriage and her acceptance that came at the beginning of this month. He promised to put a ring on her finger regardless of his brothers decision. It gave her a sense of warmth and also pride at how much they’d both grown in this time. Together, they could do anything and if both their parents rejected their marriage, to hell with them, they’ll just build that house by the lake and live happily ever after.

Of course, she hoped it would all turn out in the end but that didn’t help her steadily growing nerves. She wonders, agonizes of the Kings decision until finally, with just two more weeks to go, she and Inuyasha are summoned back to the throne room.

“Inuyasha and Kagome, I have made my decision.”

The couple steps forward hand in hand. Inuyasha squeezes hers in an effort to comfort her, despite his own trepidation.

“If marriage is what you choose, we will grant our blessing, but Queen Kagura wishes to make a request.”

“Request or demand?” Inuyasha questions.

This time, instead of Sesshomaru, it’s the Queen who speaks up. “It is a request, but after I explain what it is, I pray you accept it for it is important to the kingdom.”

Kagome squeezes Inuyasha’s hand, looking up with a gaze to keep silent. “Please continue,” she requests of the Queen.”

“As you know a kingdom must have an heir, but sadly I am unable to bear children. Therefore, my request is that if you should bear a son, he will be raised to become the next heir apparent of Kamakura.”

Such a shocking revelation takes Kagome and Inuyasha by complete surprise. They see a slight film of moisture building in the woman’s eyes despite her stoicism, and it immediately tugs at the Princess’s heart. She looks to Inuyasha who’s ears are withered as if moved by his sister-in-law’s plight as well. “That would be alright, wouldn’t it,” she questions him. I cannot refuse such a request Inu.”

“I agree,” he smiles and lifts her hand, kissing the back of it, then turns to his family. “We would be honored to fulfill your request.”

“You do understand,” Sesshomaru steps in to clarify, “that it would require you to stay in this kingdom?” The couple nods in agreement. “Very well. We shall begin preparations for your wedding...”

[sedge-and-sanctuary]

The Sanctuary Pack: Names

Like I said in that ask, I’ve been workin on Wolf Names!

Seeing everyone actually “doing worldbuilding” for their packs instead of just having them lie in a ditch & cuss like humans has inspired me lmao so. Baby’s First Wolf Worldbuilding: How do the wolves of Sanctuary get their names?

If anyone wants to use any of the names or conventions I mention here, please go right ahead!

[this ended up extremely long so. it’s under the cut]

Naming Rights:

Typically, the mother of a litter names the pups. 

Usually, the breeding male only contributes his genetics, and doesn’t raise a litter himself. Mothers are therefore considered closer to the pups, and get naming dibs. 

This rule isn’t set in stone, however! A breeding male who does help raise the pups may sometimes get naming rights, or an especially strict pack-leader might demand to name all pups born into their pack (this is a pretty huge infringement in wolf society, and would point to an unjust or even tyrannical leader).

For litters with no mothers or multiple mothers, naming rights go to the birth parent(s), if applicable, and/or are split between the parents. For instance, Harvey, Eight, and Bella’s litter had two moms (they were adopted by Rover and Seven), and they split naming rights! Rover named Harvey and Bella, and Seven named Eight.

As a sign of goodwill, the mother may grant naming rights to another animal.

This right is almost exclusively given to animal that was important to the pup’s birth or early survival. For instance: Seven let Finch name her pup, Rime, because he agreed to be a surrogate for her and Rover. 

This contribution doesn’t have to be so direct, however! If a cougar shared its kill with a pregnant wolf, or a lone-wolf shared their den to shelter a whelping mother, the mother might choose to grant naming rights to the animal involved. Between wolves, this is considered a pretty big deal: In a way, it’s like welcoming the namer into your family, or at least your pack.

Other animals don’t always understand the Naming Right, and frequently decline (very offensive in the wolf world), or else name the pups something that’s normal to their species, but strange by wolf standards (for instance, owls are usually named in short, soft sounds that a wolf would find nearly impossible to produce).

Wild vs Captive Names

Captive Names

Because many of the wolves in The Sanctuary Pack were born & raised in captivity, they have names a wild wolf would probably consider pretty strange! Captive names follow no strict convention; whatever the humans (or other captive animals) around decided the wolf should be named- that’s what it is!

For example:

-Seven’s litter were all named in birth order; "Wolf One, Wolf Two” etc by the wildlife conservationists who raised them. She was Wolf Seven out of eight.

-Rover claims to have been nameless until adolescence, when she escaped captivity and was given a name by a feral dog in the human settlement she lived in afterwards. Honestly, who knows if that’s true.

-Hat Trick was named by the human who reared her: she was the third in a litter of three (a hat trick is when a player scores three goals in a single hockey game) (Hat Trick definitely doesn’t know this. She does not know what hockey is).

Wild Names

Wild names, on the other hand, are names wolves might typically have if they were born & raised in the wild. Broadly, wild wolves are named after things that exist in the natural environment, but I think this varies a lot from pack-to-pack! Different packs packs will follow different naming conventions, and some packs may follow multiple of these conventions, or none at all!

If names are passed down family or legacy names, the name almost always passes matrilineally. 

Some different wild naming conventions include:

-Pups are named after their appearance (Dacite is a grayish wolf; she was named for a type of grayish rock).

-Pups are named following the same theme as their mothers-- lineage can be traced back through these names. 

For example: Oriole named her daughter Grackle: both of these are species of blackbird. 

-Pups are named for a trait/virtue their mother wants them to have.

 For example: Dace is boisterous and confident; a bit of a bully. Her mother Saturn wanted her to be a less of a jock, so named her after something small and unassuming

-Pups are named after some element of the time & place they were born. Many packs also give each pup a nickname, derived from the birth name, that shares a common sound across a family. This gives the otherwise random birth names an element of connection/legacy.

 For example: sisters Vulture, Carrion and Incisor might be nicknamed Renvul, Orion and Sorin, with the ‘rin’ sound being universal across the family group.

-Pups are given multi-part names. This is especially common in larger and older packs, where many shorter, common names have already been used. Parts of these names are usually ‘legacy’ names, passed on like human surnames, or shared pack names. These wolves may go by their full names, or just a nickname. you’ve read warrior cats, you know whats up w this one

For example: in a pack called the White Pines pack, a wolf might be White Hawk’s Claw (they likely go just by “Hawk”), where ‘Hawk’ is unique, “White” is shared between pack members, and “Claw” is shared between family members. A sibling could be named White Sharp Claw, and an unrelated pack member might be called White River Rapids.

Wolves may also only have a two-part name, usually consisting of a unique name combined with either a pack or family name. Like-- Squirrel Flight, or Yellow Fang, for two completely random examples.

-Pups aren’t named until adolescence or adulthood, and are named for a feat they have performed, or trait they’ve proven to posses. Rarely, these names are changed later in a wolf’s life, as a mark of either great shame or great honor.

Trait names can be simple or more complex, and may list traits directly or metaphorically (eg, by comparing to an object or animal with a certain trait). Wolves with these usually don’t go by a nickname.

For example: Keen-Eye, Swift, Light-Step, Valor, Lark-Tongue, Headlong

Feat names are usually compound, and vary in length. Wolves with these mostly go by nicknames. There’s some power-play here, however: high-ranking wolves are more likely to be called their full name, uptight/prideful wolves might insist on being called their full name, and wolves named after an impressive feat- or horrible crime- might be called their full name as a mark of respect or shame. 

For Example: Brings-Down-Bears (likely called by full name, honorable) Bone-Carver (”Bone”), Flood-Swimmer (”Flood”), Mends-Wounds (”Mend”), Flees-The-Fight (likely called by full name, shameful).

Significance

Wolf-names signal more than just who an individual is.

 At a minimum, both wild and captive names say a lot about where a wolf comes from; a captive wolf’s name obviously betrays their background, but a wild wolf’s name also says something about them! 

Even setting aside differences in naming convention and pack culture, a desert wolf might be named Dune, Saguaro, or Fennec, and if they travelled to the mountains would stand out among wolves named Trout, Lichen, and Cedar. 

Names can also, as mentioned above, signal who a wolf’s family is (legacy names), the circumstances of their birth (gifting name-rights), and the culture of their birth pack. There’s a lot of history wrapped up in them!

On a meta note, this is why I have a rule never to change the names of wolves I get in trades (if they’ve been named). Their names tell a story about the packs they come from, even if their previous owners didn’t write them lore!

Changing Names

Wolves sometimes change their names, or the naming schemes they follow, after a serious life event. This is a pretty big deal; as discussed above, wolf names have a deeper significance than just as identifiers. As a wolf, changing your name- or even just the things you name your pups-  essentially represents cutting yourself off from your family or your past and declaring a new affiliation.

For example:

-Finch hated his time in captivity. He changed his name from Fincher when he escaped to the wild. While only a small variation, this switch between what was clearly a captive name to a plausible wild name was Finch’s way of declaring himself free of human control. This is also why, when he was given the change to name Seven’s pup, he gave her a wild-sounding name: Rime. He doesn’t want to pass on the legacy of his captivity.

-Saturn and her siblings were all named after celestial bodies. While she kept her own name, she parted with her birth pack on ugly terms, and no longer considers herself a part of that family, so doesn’t use their naming conventions. She named her own pups, Dace and Grayling, after fish.

[sparkylurkdragon]

Apparently the studio behind one of the two Italian musical animated films about the Titanic disaster (the one with the dolphins, sharks, and the dog-nosed octopus, not the one with the rapping dog) did a 52-episode children’s cartoon, Simba the King Lion. I was promised A Trip based on the summary I read, so I watched the first episode this evening.

So far the backgrounds are really pretty and the animation is, like, not all that bad for a low-budget late-90′s TV cartoon? The dubbing is Questionable but whatever. 

That said, there are... Signs.

So okay. Somehow Shere Khan arranged for some humans to kill the old Lion King, the wise and strong ruler of the jungle, who was, legally, not Mufasa. All the animals in the jungle were very sad as it left his three cubs without a family, so they were adopted by the same wolf pack who raised Mowgli. 

Mowgli doesn’t show up, but this is Bagheera. 

Baloo and what I assume is Kaa also show up. Kaa appears to be a good guy here. 

Anyway, Simba (not that Simba, but yes, the title character) goes missing and fell asleep on a human trap, but Bagheera saves him with a stick. His new wolf mother takes him back to the den with the other lion cubs, her own pups, aaaand a deer fawn called Buckshot she’s also raising?

Buckshot, legally, is not Bambi.

This is not-Tabaqui the not-a-jackal, but a striped hyena or maybe an aardwolf. Who eats rabbits. His name is apparently Kurdy, but it parsed as Kirby to me while I was watching, and since I was sure that was wrong I just kind of filed him under ‘not-Tabaqui’. Also, his English voice sounds like a stereotypical Igor; you know, the kind who serve mad scientists that are Dr. Frankenstein pastiches.

Here is is literally kissing licking Shere Khan’s ass.

So Shere Khan tells not-Tabaqui and the monkeys to kill the cubs, but you know, they’re kind of protected by literally every other animal in the jungle. Which is where lions live, you know.

Then this happened. Searchlight owl. Making sure that Simba and Buckshot aren’t killed by Shere Khan’s goons.

So the next day, Buckshot and Simba get fed up with lessons and Buckshot leads Simba out for an adventure, riding across a river on a crocodile. 

The croc is nice. Not-Tabaqui and the monkeys see Buckshot and Simba crossing the river but can’t see the crocodile, and are like, holy fuck these kids can walk on water, it’s the curse of the King Lion’s ghost.

Not-Tabaqui races back to Shere Khan to tell him. Shere Khan calls him an idiot and tells him to find a logical explanation. Not-Tabaqui’s response is pretty funny: something like (and read this in your best Igor voice), “You want me to find a logical explanation? Aren’t you always calling me an idiot?”

Meanwhile, Simba and Buckshot reach the other side of the river. Simba asks the crocodile if he can teach him how to swim, and the croc answers no, because Simba’s a lion and is adapted for the land. (He actually uses the word ‘adapted’, which I thought was cool.)

I just took pictures because I like the crocodile. He kind of has The Land Before Time vibes with those eyes.

They meet a nice giraffe! Look at those gorgeous painted trees in the background!

The giraffe tells them the wolves have been looking for them all over. They go home to the wolves and the wolf mom chews Simba and Buckshot out and sends them into the cave for supper. 

...

Meanwhile, she worries that she won’t be able to raise the lion cubs as well as her own pups, and has a flashback to the time Legally Not Mufasa saved her and her pups from Shere Khan. 

This is from the flashback, hence the sepia tone. 

Shere Khan’s eyes flash like this a couple of times, and I’d write it off as an overenthusiastic tapetum lucidum effect, except the summary I read promised lasers and superpowers at some point. So, we’ll see.

(It is I think a pretty cool glow effect for a low-budget ‘90s TV cartoon.)

So far it seems fairly cute and inoffensive with a darker underbelly (there’s a decent amount of blood for one moment when Legally Not Mufasa is shot, for instance) and the amount of *ahem* liberally borrowing ideas you’d expect from the folks behind The Legend of the Titanic but... like I say.

There are Signs. I’m intrigued.

[alphawolfcubby]

avengers and wolves

Hello guys and gals this is a little bit of a headcanon thing for my wolf pack OCs and the avengers since @bloody-weapons-soft-soul13 gave me the idea of these two worlds coming together so hope you enjoy ;3

(Btw absolutely love this gif)

As for who gets along the best from each group i think it would be thor and cas or maybe peter and ellie (possibly because of a crush which elle thinks is cute)

As for the ones who fight the most would be tony and Rich (two alphas not a good idea) but they are in a way frenemies since viv wont let them bicker and deep down rich thinks he's badass

Cap and bucky often have problems focusing or training since the pups are always hanging around them mostly because they think that the two super soldiers are cool

Because of this the captain and the soldier have started training with the pups which they get good at really fast (young pups learn quick)

Banner has found new ways to keep calm after the pack taught him how to tame his inner beast which he thanks them for graciously

Nick fury occasionally visits the woods where they live just to check in and sometimes to relax after dealing with a hard mission

The team helps the wolves keep the hunters away from the pack tony even set up cameras and regularly has jarvis check on them

Clint loves to be in the woods with them he and Caesar go hunting at least two times a month sometimes more clint even brings his family since he trusts the pack

Natasha and thor are the only avengers to meet the pack to the north after richard, cas, and elle took them to a drinking challenge which got very messy

Rich and tony like spending time together (when they're not fighting) by fixing cars and bikes since they have that in common other than the fact that they are both the leader of their own chaotic families

This helps them bond and become closer the two even tell each other about their traumatic life experiences sharing their deep dark secrets and their pain with reach other making their bond deeper even though they still fight

Elle loves to tease rich about this fact all the time especially after finding out about tony and viv

All of the avengers love Vivian because she is caring and motherly but also if you hurt her superhero babies she will tear your throat out plus she brings treats

Rhodey loves her double chocolate muffins the most and often ask for her to make them when he comes over for a meeting with tony

Damien and Lucas love hanging out in Tony's lab and playing around with Jarvis they have him call them by their made up superhero names which are the green hunter and hell hound

Ro and Natasha do early morning yoga on the tower roof she does it because she loves how calming it is and he does it because he likes bonding with her since nat is like a mother figure to him

Aria 100% has a crush on captain America but is to shy to say anything to his face but Bucky knows about her crush and encourages her when ever they are in the same room

Nat and cam get along after training together the two teach each other different fight techniques and moves becomes badass beauties who can kill you with just a simple move

Amilio loves to prank the avengers but hasnt been caught yet though the one person he cant prank is nick fury which he tries his hardest to catch off guard

Archie calls and talks to tony a lot when he's writing a new song since tony has a large knowledge of rock n roll so he helps him write the songs and in return Tony gets first listen to his new music

Ollie bonds with sam since he helps her get over her fear off heights so she can be better at cheer pyramids and flips from high up

Thor has officially adopted each pup as his own and frequently tries to take them to Asgard but wants to make sure its completely safe first

Loki has met the pups only once however that was enough time for him to take an interest in the shy lily but he tries to play it off even though he asks Thor about her alot

Viv often has the team over her house for picnics and dinners both of which they show up to since its hard to say no to her especially when her home cooking is so amazing

Sometimes bucky tries to help her cook since he feels better being around her and thinks that cooking is a good way to learn how to be gentler with his metal hand

Once peter slipped up and called Vivian mom which melted her heart but embarrassed him even though she said it was okay (this was not long after he accidentally called tony dad)

All together these two families love each and would fight for each other, beside each other, and sometimes with each other but they would still be family

[etale-entertainment-blog]

EnchantmentTale

I will be writing about EnchantmentTale just to give you a better picture. E-Tale is based off of UnderTale. UnderTale belongs to Toby Fox and EnchantmentTale belongs to ETale-Entertainment and EnchantedGamerGirl1 (Both me). The characters in E-Tale are not the complete same as UnderTale. E-Tale, or EnchantmentTale, takes place in the state of Missouri so it's where Mount Ebott is. Enchanted is the main character and one of the protagonists in this story. She is a human half monster. Her monster side is wolf, and the way I explain how Enchanted was turned down isn't supposed to be against anybody in real life. It's just how I decided to write EnchantmentTale. Enchanted's mom is a wolf monster and her dad is human. Her mom was born into the white wolf clan, which meant she couldn't interact with any other wolves that weren't white. The white wolves and black wolves also didn't get along very well. (This is where you can or can't hate me. I don't mean for this to sound racists, it's just how I made it. I'm sorry T-T) The white wolves and black wolves were not supposed to interact at all. No matter what happened, the white and black wolves would just end up fighting somehow. The black wolves have a special bond with the forest or nature and had a right side up soul, while the white wolves had no bond with nature and their souls were upside down. When the humans and monsters decided to live together, the white wolves went to live with humans while the black wolves stayed where they belonged, in the Ebott Forest. A few thousand years go by and the war of humans and monster happen. When the war started, a man named Daniel ran away on horse back with his loving wife Snow, the wolf monster, away from the town. A few years go by, and Daniel and Snow have 5 kids. They are all born human with wolf ears and a wolf tail. All were white wolves, except for one. One had been born with a black tail and ears. The only white on her was the tip of her ears. For a few months, Snow and Daniel discussed what to do. They finally decided to send the kid to an orphanage.   At the orphanage, the kid grew up getting teased and bullied for how she looked and just because she was human half monster. When she was 6, she was adopted by a lady named Holly and man named Vincent. As a few months went by, Holly and Vincent separated because of Vincent's abusive behavior. Holly had named the kid Chloe when she adopted her, but gave her the nickname Pup for her wolf looks. When Chloe reached the age of 7, she was able to use magic, but didn't know how to use magic because no one was able to teach her. When she was 7, she was sent to school. During the school year, Chloe was bullied real bad for her looks and just because she was half monster. She had one friend named Arin who loved Chloe to death! When Chloe was being bullied, Arin would step in and tell the bullies off. One day on the school playground, Arin got attacked by a bully, and Chloe used her magic ability to turn into a black wolf against the bully, and almost killed him. The police were called. When the police arrived they held Chloe down till the scientists got there. Arin tried to reason with the principle that it wasn't all Chloe's fault, but the principle told her that now that the police are involved, there was nothing they could do. When the scientists got to the school, the police threw Chloe into the back of one of the scientists white lab vans and drove off. Arin was left to run after the van until it left the school parking lot... At the lab, the scientists held Chloe as a test subject. They had her wear a hospital gown and a shocking collar to keep her from using magic when she wasn't allowed to. They made do soul tests every other day, which you can imagine is VERY painful, and had her stay in a prison like cell with laser beam cell bars so she couldn't escape. They also started to call her Enchanted, which meant that "she is enchanted with magic powers". Her lab name with E-P1. This stood for Enchanted-Project 1. Enchanted stayed at the lab for 12 years. She was 18 when she escaped. When she was out, she ran for town to find some old cloths to throw on. She looked around in ally ways. She found a blue tank top, shorts, and old beat up boots. She changed, and ran for Mount Ebott. She thought that no one would look for her there. As she climbed, she thought that she was hearing sirens going off. She found a cave in the side of mountain and climbed in. When she stood and turned to look outside the cave, she saw that the lab search lights were on and now she could clearly hear the sirens going off. It was waking up the whole town! Enchanted walked backwards into the cave, and tripped backwards on a firm vine stuck in the ground. She fell backwards and fell into an unseen hole in the floor of the cave. As Enchanted fell, memories from when she was little flashed before her eyes. Her mom and her friend Arin waved her goodbye... Before passing out, Enchanted felt the cold solid ground hit her back and the soft feel of flowers surrounded her body as she drifted off...

[the-great-black-hat-manor-blog]

About Black Hat and Co.

Name: Black Hat/Unknown

Age: Unknown/Immortal/Eternal 

Gender: Goes by he/him

Species/Race: Unknown; claims to be an eldritch god

Sexuality: Demi-Panromantic/Asexual; Prefers platonic cuddles for intimacy. Does like to bite, scratch, and lick though. Will also use vore as a form of intimacy as well. (Don’t ask. Eldritch Gods have weird ways of showing affection)

Abilities: Unclear/Too many to list; “Think of your worst fears and nightmares, the most unpleasant horrors and the most terrifying blasphemies; Because all this is nothing compared to what I can orchestrate.”

Family: @sisterhat, White Hat (brother)

Relationship Status: Currently has a “mate” named Gen(Zelda Noitare) living with him within the manor.

Black Hat is a self-proclaimed eldritch god, though, from the power he has shown, no one doubts his claims. He is the Supreme Villain, having conquered the world several times over along with countless dimensions. He has also said to have destroyed the same number of dimensions though the only known fact to be confirmed is that he has destroyed a planet. Growing bored of having no challenge from taking over worlds, he decided to settle down and start his business, Black Hat Inc, on earth. Why earth is still unknown.

At parties, he is described to be polite and gentleman-like, especially towards women. He can be seen complementing them, kissing their hand with a bow. When talking business, he is said to be calm and collected... most of the time, always having an answer to everything. Outside of such things, he is described as being manipulative, sadistic, despicable and utterly disgusting. He will not hesitate to hurt you.

However, this statement is being tested as the overlord has seemed to have found himself a mate. He is said to be protective and possessive over her, not allowing anyone to lay a hand on her unless he knows them personally. It is unknown if this girl could be the perfect weakness or the perfect strength for the monster.

Name: Flug Slys

Age: 24

Gender: Goes by he/him

Species/Race: Human/Unknown

Sexuality: Asexual/Bisexual; has never been in a relationship and is unsure what he would like. He is willing to try things though. If he comfortable with it that is.

Abilities: Unknown/Extremely High IQ; Claims to be the greatest mad scientist in the multiverse. Is considered a highly dangerous criminal. 

Family: Unknown; has a cousin that goes by Slug.

Relationship Status: Non

Not much is known about Flug. Very few have seen his face under the bag he wears over his head except for the residence of Black Hat’s manor.  He is a brilliant scientist who’s nervousness sometimes causes his creations to not work as expected, resulting in presentation failures. Flug Slys name means 'aviation accident' or 'plane crash' in Icelandic and has also obtained his driver's and pilot's license. When not in the presence of Black Hat, he is known to be very egotistical and prideful. He also is known to be short-tempered around Demencia and is easily annoyed by the “crazy lizard girl”.  He can also be extremely sassy or salty at times, especially when one claims they have a higher intelligence. He considers himself 505′s dad though the bear seems to think of him as his mother despite Flug proclaiming himself as “daddy”...  Flug has committed 82, 602 crimes and has had his private and commercial licenses revoked because of his crimes. He is considered a highly dangerous criminal, a runaway, and he’s been accused of many violations. These include Falsification and identity theft, stealing planes, not following the aeronautical code, producing fissionable materials, destroying a plane in service, transporting explosive materials, stealing classified documents, etc. Although he respects his boss for finding a mate, he seems to have a distaste for the unusual couple. Especially since one of their main rules to villainy states an overlord should not have a love interest of any kind! And yet his boss, the Supreme Villain of Villains, has suddenly found himself bewitched by this.. inferior creature. What was so special about this young girl anyway? She wasn’t even villain material in the slightest...

Name: Demencia

Age: 18

Gender: Goes by she/her

Species/Race: Human-Gecko Hybrid/Unknown 

Sexuality: Unknown; she seems only interested in Black Hat

Abilities: Superhuman strength, can climb on walls and ceilings, use many forms of weapons, lizard-like abilities, etc.

Family: Unknown

Relationship Status: Non but self-proclaims herself as Black Hat’s girlfriend

Demencia is Black Hat's crazed fan and assassin. Her outfit is inspired by reptiles and she has a love for destruction. She resembles a lizard when she crouches down because of her hair covering her body. She is able to play the electric guitar and love to play in Flug’s lab just to get on his nerves. Besides Black Hat himself, Demencia is also known to play pranks and cause mischief around the manor. Especially when 505 is trying to do housekeeping. He seems to be the main target of her crazy antics. 

She is well aware of the new girl that seems to have tickled Black Hat’s fancy but that won't stop her! Black Hat will come to see that this girl is no match for him and will eventually eat her for good! After all, she’s one of those lower races of hybrids. Not genetically enhanced like Black Hat’s #1 fan~! She can’t even bring herself to hurt a fly! What kind of villain is that?!

Name: 5.0.5

Age: 3 or 5 in bear years

Gender: Goes by he/him

Species/Race: Genetically Enhanced Bear

Sexuality: Unknown; He’s a baby bear leave him alone

Abilities: Night Vision/Unknown; Unless giving bear hugs count as one.

Family: Flug Slys and the rest of the crew

Relationship Status: Non; because he’s a baby bear

505 is the organization's failed experiment that is unable to be killed. He was intended to be an evil creature however, he instead became very loving and kind creature, the complete opposite of Black Hat. He enjoys hugging his friends and love to draw doodles which he tries to show to Black Hat. He is a big blue bear with a single flower sprouting from his head that wilts and grows based on his emotions. It closes when he is asleep and falls apart when under extreme stress. He seems to be the organization's housekeeper and likes to wear a maid outfit while doing his cleaning. He sees Black Hat as his father and Flug oddly enough as his mom despite Flug calling himself 505′s “dad”.

505 enjoys the new girl and already accepts her as part of the family. She even complements the drawings he gives her! He knows Black Hat seems to like having her around so maybe their really good friends! Either way, he is happy to have a new face around the manor~.

Name: Gen Zelda Noitare

Age: 21

Gender: Goes by she/her

Species/Race: Human-wolf Hybrid/ Lobian

Sexuality: Asexual/Straight; loves to cuddle, snuggle, huggle or just sleep on top of someone she trusts

Abilities: Can take the form of a giant blue and white wolf the size of a large school bus (maybe bigger), a regular sized adult wolf, or a wolf pup depending on her emotional state. She possesses some ability to heal others but is capable of seeing other’s dream and possible memories by touching her hands to their head. She has amazing target aim yet she refuses to harm anyone. 

Family: Unknown; was abandoned in a street ally 3 weeks after she was born.

Relationship Status: Is currently Black Hat’s so-called “mate” and has been living with him within the manor for quite sometime

Gen is part of a race of human-wolf hybrids known as Lobians. They are very close to the human race in both DNA and appearance, minus the wolf ears and tail they possess. Throughout the history of the human race, they were hunted in their wolf forms for their fur. The fur of the Lobians is considered one of the softest natural wolves furs known to earth. It was considered highly valuable not only because of the many colors they came in but also because of how durable it was. The fur was thick for warmth but still retained that extra softness to it. Think of the softest stuff animal you have touched or held before. That is how their fur feels or better.  

They were not limited to one country or continent as they could be found wherever wolves were in the world. They were also the cause for the so-called “werewolf” sighting and attacks throughout the world. It is unknown when this race first appeared but the earliest encounter recorded was believed to be in Greek mythology where Zeus cursed Lycaon and his sons into wolves for serving him a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. The public did not know of their existence until the early 20th century and it wasn’t until the mid 20th century, 1966, where rights were passed for them in America to be seen as American citizens. Soon the world followed, yet most people treat the Lobians like animals or see them as an inferior race. 

Gen was no exception. After her mother gave birth to her, she was so disgusted she left Gen in a cardboard box in an ally after being born only a few months at the time. It is unknown if her mother knew who her father was or not. Gen was later found and placed on the doorstep of a foster care. Because it was frond upon to have a Lobian as a child, no one wanted to adopt her. She always woke up hoping someone would come to take her in. Someone had to adopt her at some point, right? But as the years went by, she slowly started to realize she was never going to be adopted. 

She grew up in the foster care all her life. She dealt with bullying in all those years, especially after turning 18. Yet despite this, she remained kind-hearted and sweet in the face of her bleak life. 

Sometime after her 20th birthday, it finally hit her she was never going to understand what having a family was, what being loved by a family felt like. Later that night she had a break down in her room, hiding it from everyone when she finally re-emerged. Though, when she was leaving her room, a few of the teens there saw her and begin to poke fun at her saying "We just got adopted today by our new families. How about you? Oh wait, that's right. You're a hybrid so you'll never be welcomed into a home~." Despite how true their words were, she did not let them see the tears. She doesn’t cry for their satisfaction. Instead, she straightened herself and glared at them before walking off. However, despite her display, deep inside she couldn't take it anymore. She then goes off to find where the sleeping pills were hidden, taking an overdose that night. She lives but she awakens from having a weird dream. Dream of a man in a top black hat...

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[genlirema]

Wolf's Refuge

[A response to “He’s Just A Thug” @guzma-stories]

Sharp, violent eyes pierce deep into the woman’s soul. She could not move. Those wolf eyes would not let her. Doing so would make the beast snap. She knew that much. She just didn’t know why- why this wolf could somehow come into her jail cell in the middle of the night and attack her. And she never did. Wolf Grunt finally stepped back and briefly observed her victim. They spared her a violent death. She didn’t deserve it anyway, they believed. What’s more violent than destroying the mind? Sure, her psychic mentor would’ve hold it against her, but…an eye for an eye, right? Besides, if they had bit her neck people would grow suspicious. The last thing they’d want is to draw attention as to why a suspicious animal would attack an “innocent woman”. They never liked being in the center of attention. “Gen.” The wolf leaped back at the sound to find a familiar blond man standing before her beyond the barred door. “You’re not the only psychic around here, you know that,” Their mentor said dryly, “Though, if you’re so concerned with keeping yourself hidden despite having broke inside through the window and keeping your uniform on-” “Yeah, yeah. Can’t you go through one day without being such a smart aleck?” The wolf snuck out the window and the two met up on the outskirts of Route 17, just beyond the jail. They exchanged no words. They didn’t need to. They could already sense each other’s anger. “Ok but in my case-” “I don’t care. You know better than to use your magic to kill an innocent-” “She shot Guzma!” “He’s just a thug!” Silence ensued. While Wolf Grunt was tempted to snarl or bark or bite back, they knew they couldn’t. They knew better than to fight back to their master. And that’s what bothered them. “You’ve changed, Gen. He’s changed you.” “Maybe that’s a good thing.” “A good thing? Oh yes. Because stealing and murdering is considered a good thing.” “I’m not a kid anymore! You can’t tell me what to do!” “I’m not trying to! All I’m asking is that you show some dignity for once.” “What’s that supposed to mean!? Just because I’m a part of Team Skull now automatically means I’m lower than everyone?” “Yes! Yes it does!” “Screw you then! I never wanted to live with a stuck up jerk like you in the first place!” “Fine! Run back to those godforsaken hoodlums for all I care!” And with that the two departed.

Gen was only ten years old when she left home. However, she wasn’t just leaving to start her Pokemon journey. She had to get away before the big mama would catch her and lock her in the doghouse again for being “less than human” or “a failure in school” or “weaker than a Bidoof”. Tears rushed through her face as her tiny paws rushed with the wind. She wished she could bring her father with her. He was her only family, the only person who made her feel human. But she knew he’d refuse. He was too “nice” to say no to her mom. She hopped in a crate on the first cargo ship to anywhere in the middle of the night at Canalave City. From then on she wept until her tears lulled her to sleep.

Needless to say, the Ecruteak Gym Leader was shocked to find a pup delivered to his doorstep, along with his order of special candles that everyone complained that he needed. It did not phase him. After all, it was just a pup. Perhaps Eusine would adopt it so he could give it a bowtie and call it Suicune. Although, the second the pup awoke it immediately bolted towards the door. His Pokemon were ever vigilant, of course, and grabbed the white canine by surprise. He chuckled. “Now, now, Haunter, set it down gently. It’s scared to death.” The Pokemon did so and the dog ran off again. The ghost then looked at him in anticipation. “It’ll come back.” The ghost just shrugged and vanished under the wooden floor. The man then poured some green tea in a cup and sat his desk chocked full with paperwork. The dog then returned ten minutes later, its fur all frazzled from being petted too much and its face covered in lipstick. “Hm. You came back sooner than I expected. Then again, my clairvoyance hasn’t always been the best. Would you care to tell me your name?” “G-G-Gen…” It whimpered. Again, its voice didn’t phased him. He simply smiled. “Well, G-G-Gen, I suppose your ability to speak human tongue only proves my point about my psychic powers.” “P-P-Psychic?” The dog stammered. “Relax, little one. I would never use my magic to hurt anyone, especially a poor pup as yourself. Tell me: why do you fear me so much?” “I-I don’t know…I-I-I just…” The dog’s tears interrupted it. He simply watched and waited. “Were you…abused? By your master?” “A-Abused?” “Were you hurt by them?” “Yeah…Yeah, I think so…” The dog sniffled, “Wait…wouldn’t you know if I was? You said you were Psychic.” The man shrugged, “Life’s not exciting when you know everything.” The pup chuckled and replied, “you know, the Psychics I know normally have black twisted hair and a scary smile. Are you sure you’re a Psychic?” “You know, sometimes I ask myself the same question. I can’t use telekinesis.” “Telo-kit-test-is?” The dog laughed, “stop using funny words!” “Well I would, but the milieu of this predicament tells me that it would be indecorous.” The dog laughed wildly until its tears disappeared. “In all seriousness, though,” the blonde responded, “You don’t have to run away. The world is too dangerous for one small and beautiful pup such as yourself.” “You think…I’m beautiful?” “Of course. Who wouldn’t love such a pup as pure and lighthearted as yourself?” “That…no one’s told me that before.” “Well, now someone has.” “You really don’t mind?” “Of course not. Why would I?” “Well…because…” The pup stared at the wall, its ears dropping low. “I’m not really a dog…I’m a wolf. And I’m not a wolf. I can turn human. It’s weird…and scary…and nobody wants a weird, scary, dog-wolf-human-thing for a friend…” “I do.” “Really?” The pup beamed and wagged its tail. “Of course. I could use a little excitement every now and then.” “Really!?” “Yes, really. After all, we’re both weird in a way. Why don’t we humans of magic and weirdness stay together?” “Oh yeah”, the dog chuckled, “the Psychic thing, that’s right. But my name’s not G-G-Gen, it’s just Gen.” The man chuckled as well “I know that.” “What’s your name?” “My name is Morty. Welcome to your new home, Gen.”

[booksummarieswithkatz]

Inquisitor by R.J. Blain, a summary

Okay, first we need the basic terms for this world.

Feneric: Werewolves, they’re weak to silver and must constantly keep their animal selves under control. There are three types of Feneric separated into four social strata.

TYPES

-Born Feneric: the children who are born Feneric to Feneric parents.

-Made Feneric: Humans who became Feneric through a special ritual, this usually requires the person’s consent but it can be forced upon them.

-True Feneric: Feneric born under one of two circumstances- a human baby born to wolves, or a wolf pup born to human parents- they are extremely rare, valuable, and powerful Feneric

STRATA

-Alphas: Protectors of the pack, they are the strongest and most dominant in their packs.

-Dominants: Feneric that have instincts pushing them to take control of their surroundings and protect those they see as reliant on them.

-Submissives: Feneric who do not feel the need to be in charge, they are valued in their packs because dominant wolves are soothed by their presence, since they don’t see them as rivals.

-Omegas: Feneric who do not feel the need to be in charge yet still have all the same protective instincts of dominants; they are the rarest and can play any role necessary to stabilize their pack.

Witches: Humans who have connection to a specific element of nature; fire, water, air, or earth. They gain powers based on that element as well as boosted health and lifespan. They can also form a pact with Feneric to help preserve their humanity.

Wizards: Humans who can basically break most of the laws of magic so long as they are able to afford the price. They are killed by other supernatural beings on sight.

The Inquisition: A shadowy group that is part of most modern government and was born from the Catholic Church. They “protect” normal people from the supernatural. They often demand witches join them and wolf packs register themselves in exchange for the lives. They kill almost all other supernatural beings on sight, and offer massive bounties for same, as well as “rogue” witches and wolves.

The Shadow Pope: this person with a dumb-ass name is the head of the Inquisition, below him are the Archeons and below them are the Cardinals.

Now that that’s out of the way let’s get on with the story.

Our main character this time around is Victoria Allison Elisabeth Mayfield Hanover, and she is old as fuck. Born in 1851 levels of old. However she is still looking romance novel levels of “oh im not that great but the boys still drool because lol self-esteem issues” because she, surprise, surprise, is both a Feneric and a witch. Now of course you can’t be immortal, attractive, and magic without some bullshit to rain on your parade, so dear Victoria (or as her current driver’s license says “Allison Ferdinan”) is also a rogue on the run after being held captive by the Inquisition and kept in a cage until they needed her to kill someone. Also, because protagonists need to be special™ she is also the Keeper of the Seasons, which is fancy talk for “I am a wolf who sometimes goes nuts and kills people who try to fuck with nature.”

Needless to say, she doesn’t like to draw attention to herself. Which is why she became one of the most powerful CEOs in the U.S. of a corporation called Marrodin Enterprises and then created the fake persona, Allison Ferdinan, who works as an accountant and travels around the country to stop herself from going stir crazy. Because becoming rich and powerful is the first step to making sure no one knows or cares about who you are. As you do.

And thus we begin with Allison (Victoria) standing in NYC’s Central Park having a chat with her client and acquaintance, Markus Dupree. You see, its Halloween and Mark needs to find a woman who (despite his handsome face and oodles of money) is willing (lol) to pretend to be his lover at a gala for the rich and powerful to impress his mother. Allison (Victoria) of course says “absolutely no-” “Pretty please I’ll owe you a favor and we’re friends and I already got us a room at the Plaza and-its-definitely-not-the-Honeymoon-suite-and-I-definitely-don’t-love-you-woudn’t-that-be-wierd-right hahahaa.” To which she says “yeah I guess.”

So after going to a jewelry store dressed like a hobo, being accused of credit card theft when she tried to buy a multi-million-dollar necklace, and scaring the shit out of the store manager because when he called the credit card company, her assistant and friend Samantha shows up to slap the manager with a stack of Benjamins. Also she bought the necklace. Allison and Samantha have a nice chat about how buying a necklace that costs more than some small country’s GDP when she’s supposed to be a middle-class accountant may have been a tactical error, to which Allison replies “fuck that I need a purse to match my dress” and they go buy a purse before taking her to the party.

Now at the party we learn a few important things, one: Mark’s mom is a witch and also a huge bitch, two: Mark’s mom works for the Inquisition and straight up kills a woman named Caroline at the party and disguises it as a Halloween murder mystery, three: the Inquisition used a Feneric as a party favor for the rich guests, and four: Allison is allergic to canines, including Feneric… and herself… yeah. All of these serve to tilt the shit out of Allison and after Mark’s mom straight up calls her a slut after Mark’s money she bolts out of there and kidnaps Samantha for a “time to disappear” roadtrip.

They drive to some woods and Allison shifts for the first time in about two decades (a really big no-no when you risk going insane by trying to not shift for one full moon) and as she forgets her humanity and runs off into the woods she kills a bunch of witches who were trying to turn Autumn into Winter early. Then after a brief encounter with an odd wolf, Samantha says Allison’s true name (Victoria Allison Elisabeth Mayfield Hanover) and gets her to change back before going on the road again.

On the road they get a call from Samantha’s boss, who says that Allison was spotted with a giant dog in front of a lawyer’s house and mauled him to death. So the “time to disappear” trip became a “time to fake our own deaths” trip and after paying a guy Allison new from when she and Samantha went on a wild bender in Saigon during the Vietnam war, Allison gets two bullets to the chest (only for the camera of course) and they blow up Samantha’s car. It’s then that Samantha takes off her soccermom illusion and reveals that she’s in her seventies. WOW! So surprising after the whole, 150+ year old wolf-witch thing right? So they drive down to Atlanta and do a big song and dance to swap Allison’s identity to that of Victoria Hanover, CEO of Marrodin Enterprises – a company so strictly controlled by her that only people who pass a harsh evaluation and can be called good people will ever be hired or promoted. She also hires Samantha (now old) to be her new secretary.

At Marrodin we meet a few important people, Elliot Anderson (CEO of a subcorporation of Marrodin and overall cool dude) and Amelia (Head of the legal divisions and former judge). So we then find out that the lawyer people thought Allison killed worked for a Marrodin law firm, and that a bunch of employees around Marrodin are getting routinely and professionally iced. So Victoria does what she does best, run out on her own and adopt some kids left behind by one of the dead employees. Then Samantha dies, and Victoria just about loses her shit. After “convincing” a doctor to do a full toxicology report on Samantha’s body, we find out that Samantha had a weird virus in her system that looked similar to ebola -er- sorry- *ehem* looked similar to ebola, and *gasp* say it ain’t so but it’s the plague! A disease that killed an assload of Feneric when Victoria was young! So Victoria calls up the guy who fake shot her and says “yo someone murdered my witch” to which he said “I know a guy, also if you dance naked on their graves when you’re done I want pictures.”

So Victoria buys a house, drives -by herself- to pick up the kids she adopted, and picks up a British hitman guy named James who decides to chill with her. Also the kids turn out to be Feneric. And they’re both omegas. And the boy (they are a brother and sister between 3 and 7y.o.) is a true born. Also it turns out that Victoria Allison Elisabeth Mayfield Hanover is actually a true born Feneric and part of the British royal family and was sold as a breeding bitch to a Feneric pack in Canada. That’s a thing. Also there is a huge bounty to capture her, because she’s ancient and magic and royal and shit.

Then Victoria becomes a cool mom and take the kids to a funeral for one of the employees in Washington D.C. and then someone lobs a bunch of grenades into the crowd and Victoria goes into a coma, and is brought to the Mayo clinic in Minnesota (land of lakes represent) where she wakes up two weeks later. After going back to Atlanta, Victoria realizes that all the dead employees are Feneric, so she looks up their bank statements and realizes that they all bought stuff at a gas station in Alabama around the time of the full moon. So she decides they were a pack and brings Elliot Anderson (remember him?) and the two kids out to the place.

We then find out that some dumb motherfucker has been going around randomly forcing people into becoming Feneric and then abandoning them without any guidance. She then decides to admit to Anderson what she is (only the wolf part though) and then they go and wolf out in the woods. Cuz werewolves. Victoria then circles back and finds SURPRISE it’s Anderson, James, Mark, and Mark’s mom having a chat in the open about killing rogue wolves. SWEEEEEERVE! 

So Victoria, now real shook, jumps out of the bushes and rips Mark’s mom’s throat out. Lovely. Everyone takes this really well, and they bring her to the Inquisition’s nearby base, and get her tested for the plague, cuz she’s ancient and shit. It’s pretty clear too since modern Feneric look like modern wolves kinda but she looks like the way extinct dire wolf species. Also the boss of the place is a Feneric named Devonshire who SURPRISE is the one who keeps forcing people into becoming Feneric because he wants an alpha or some shit. The book really just nosedives from here so I’ll try to condense it further.

They lock Victoria in a room and force her to turn human again, but she actually decided “fuck all of you” and summoned a hurricane and a blizzard to simultaneously strike the Inquisition base and she starts getting hypothermia. She is then awakened by James and Mark who have very different reactions to the revelation of what she is; mainly Mark goes “I-THOUGHT-YOU-WERE-DEAD-I-LOVE-YOU” and James the Brit goes “OMGOMGOMGOMG YOU’RE THE SHIMMER! THE ROYAL WOLF! I. AM. A. HUUUUUGE FAN!” And so she says “yeah ok bye” and commands the snowstorm to toss them out of the base. Then Devonshire and Anderson burst in and Devonshire goes “shoot her” and Anderson shoots her – really shoots her this time. Then Amelia (remember her?) busts in, shoots Anderson, and grabs Victoria. Then the two of them get captured by an Arab woman and some mercs who are like “sick, kill the witch and sell the bitch, lady wolves are big business.” But when the Arab woman gets antsy about the silver chains poisoning Victoria, the other mercs kill her and then Amelia goes “take the chains off bro she’s the Shimmer bro” (also Shimmer is a name for the Keeper of the Seasons i.e. Victoria) and the mercs are like “sweet” and then Amelia says “close your eyes Victoria” and she does and then the mercs are dead and then SURPRISE BITCH it was all an illusion and Amelia is evil and the whole thing where Anderson shot Victoria was a lie and also Anderson and James show up and so does Mark and they shoot Amelia and it turns out that EVERYTHING that happened in the book was Amelia’s plan to take over Marrodin and kill Victoria because Samantha was her coven sister and Victoria corrupted her or some shit. So everyone decides to act like all of this never happened, except that Anderson and Victoria might be swiggity swooty going for each others’ booty on the down low and Victoria promised Mark that if he still wanted to marry her in ten years she would consider it and James got nothing because he is a limey bitch. Also Anderson is the Shadow Pope.

[bornfromscarletcords]

A Wolf’s Compassion

Hello I am Shane Daniels, I have wolf’s blood. I don’t really come from a pack, so I’m not really sure what or why I am the way I am, but my family said I could be something called a Vaugre. They aren’t wolves so their knowledge on the subject is limited, but they said it’s something like a werewolf or one of those native american shifters. Every once in awhile I get a little more wolfish than the average kid, but mostly I’m just like everyone else, or maybe I’d like to be. I don’t have many friends, but the ones I do have are pretty awesome. I’m thirteen, my hair gets pretty wild sometimes but mostly I keep it short...ish. My skins pretty dark so although I don’t really remember them I’m guessing my bio-parents were too...maybe.  I guess I’m of average height for my age, whatever that means, and though I don’t mean to my eyes are typically gold in color, though if I concentrate I can sort of make them look honey colored or something. Most people don’t pay attention to them for too long, partly because something in me sort of forces their attention away but I also read somewhere that if people find something that’s too traumatic or causes too much stress, even if mundane, they’ll sort of just edit it out of their brains or something. I mean I know the eyes are disconcerting, but if anyone actually told me they could see a little too much of an inner animal in them I might wear glasses or something. So far, the number of complaints were few in number, which unfortunately was likely to do with fear, but there is a type of hierarchy to these things, rabbits eat the leaves larger rabbits with sharper teeth and better ability to hide eat the littler rabbits, then hawks or something eat them and so on and so forth until god eats everyone or something and poops out paradise.

My adopted mother, is an Enchantress, which means that even by conventional human standards she’d be pretty, but with the veil of her aura unsuppressed she’s more or less gorgeous. I’d say super model pretty but that’d be slightly misleading, you’d have to embrace somewhat murky or occasionally frowned upon ideas about pheromones, bestial adaptation around belief, sexy math, and something like hypnosis. From what she told me her people aren’t unlike the Sirens, or mermaids of old, though they typically don’t attract waywards sailors to their doom, not that they couldn’t. Enchanters draw a lot of power from their voices, and besides having an unusual capacity to comprehend languages, they are great singers and can more or less work miracles simply by speaking strongly or powerfully. With this said, you should sort of understand why saying they’re simply really pretty is a dangerous underestimation, most people would probably see them as something close, but just variant enough to the ideal of the perfect sexual or love companion. Someone that would in a manner of speaking improve their legacy and their present by impossible strides. Almost like those pictures of angels or roman gods, who don’t always match contemporary ideals of what is attractive but who meld seamlessly into the style of the picture. Oh the first cavemen who chanced on their pleasing curves and soft flesh must of died, gone to heaven, and clawed his way back to earth because they were that much better.

My adopted mother’s name is Esme, Esmeralda Daniels if you want the whole thing. She has red hair a bit on the short side, it sort of stops around her ears, most people say its charming. She’s a bio-engineer, and works at one of the most prestiges facilities in the city, but more relevantly, in the country at least that’s what other people tell me. She has freckles and green eyes which are nearly as startling as my own, though most people are attracted by hers rather than repelled.

My mom is busy more often than she’d like to be though I will say even a couple of hours with her is pretty worthwhile, she always has the best stories and games. Still I suppose you could say she has cash to burn, so she spares not expenses when it comes to the safety of those she cares about. So our household has something like a bodyguard, or kill-maid, or something. Her name is Rachel, and she has dark skin, and hair of a similar coloring. She looks like she could pass for native american or south american or something, but mom said something about her being from one of the pacific islands or something. Rachel is one of The Hunters, a race or order or band or whatever of supernaturally skilled trackers and enders of quarry both mundane and otherworldly. Generally speaking their excellent martial artists, but their true extraordinary-ness lies in their miraculous capacity for tracking, trap making, and manipulation of people and circumstances to end their targets. They rarely settle and are seldom far from others of their kind unless on a pilgrimage or responding to some natural, or unnatural disaster. With this said, it was strange that Rachel had agreed to settle for babysitting on an Enchantresses payroll, but when I pressed Esme about it, she said that Rachel owed her. It’s weird that Rachel owed her but she was the one getting paid, but the supernatural rarely makes conventional sense.

I’ve only really seen Rachel’s hunter, gene, aura, magic, call it what you want, activate a couple of times, but it was always pretty dazzling and vaguely terrifying. She sort of ignites and these markings sort of flash around her and the space near her like some type of armor, except the markings look alive, like souls or something. Rachels always very fast, very strong, and very smart, but something about her hunter’s, or huntress’s activation just pushes that from the interesting into the almost impossible. You know how when you’re playing skeeball at an arcade or something, and you keep almost hitting the hundred pointer but it just keeps rolling away. Well it’s that extra nudge of biomechanical harmony that is the difference between you going home with a measly tail of tickets and a whole damn roll of them. Rachel’s activation was sort of like that, maybe she was just a tad stronger, a tad faster, a tad smarter, but it was that extra push, paired with an ability to shut out all the nonsense of the world to really harmonize those abilities as if they were more important than breathing which sort of accelerated her into almost unstoppable goddess of the hunt mode. To really bring it home, it’s like her critical chance and critical damage modifiers were maxed temporarily but effectively maxxed out.

I’ll admit, being what many might call a pseudo animal, I was a little on edge when my mother explained that my babysitter was actually an otherworldly beast killer. She explained that although some hunters killed supernatural creatures indiscriminately there were also those who only culled the evil or too dangerous or too stupid to be allowed to live. Rachel was of the latter variety, mostly. The important part of that conversation was that she avoided the harm of children whenever possible. There was some tension between us at first, with Rachel being, rigid, generally abrasive, and vaguely condescending, and me being, a little more often than usual I might add, a wolf. Eventually, after both of our non human internal defense systems found a means to communicate without threat of death, we became pretty good friends; as things were, hunter’s need to burn off energy nearly as much as vaugre do, and Rachel and I love going for runs. Rachel’s pretty attractive, I mean not your conventional knockout, but she was fit, and capable, and it was hard not to find a certain appeal after watching those tender almost perfect loping strides of hers. Seeing all that muscle and dark flesh gyrating at inhuman harmonies, ay dios mio.

I have a sorta sister, sorta because she’s Esme’s daughter which makes her my adopted sister, but also because she’s a major bitch. I mean I like her, enough to preserve her existence, and I know that if I kill her I should make it look like an accident, so that others don’t have to suffer more, she’d appreciate that in her twilight years of the afterlife. Diana, is an enchantress like Esme, but although they share the same powers and skills, my sorta sister does not have the savy or experience her mother to know how or why to utilize them to their fullest potential. So mostly she just wastes them on getting compliments from boys or making them give her stuff. She’s attractive, as in otherworldly did we just stumble on eve herself attractive, but that’s sort of par for the course for enchantresses who were coming into their abilities. Diana is fifteen but I’m pretty sure she could convince most of the men in the city  to abandoned their wives or at least forget them for a while. She wouldn’t even need her voice to do it, her presence was typically enough to give most people pause. She wasn’t a couch potato, but she didn’t exactly enjoy Rachel and I’s somewhat extreme regimen for outdoor jogging, she preferred hiking, which required a little more vigilance and caution, but most importantly slow and steady trekking. She wears glasses but I have no idea if she actually needs them or just think they make her look cute or something. She has electric blue eyes, long dark hair which is more straight than not, and a viking woman’s disposition about nearly everything. Her and Esme don’t always get along, well rarely if ever get along, but it wasn’t always like that. In wolf packs as the pups come of age there is sort of a natural bio-social event which takes place; the more mature wolves sort of have to rearrange the structure slightly to make room for the pups without coddling them or ignoring their superiority if the latter is the case. What was happening with Esme and Diana did not seem entirely different, though I suppose you could say it was just all about growing up or mothers and daughters or some other less awesome example. Diana had a bad habit of blaming me for the growing schism between her and her mother, and I used to argue with her about it, but she’s pretty good at avoiding responsibility and hurting a person with the conventional or invisible things. So now I just go quiet, and a break or rearrange her stuff when she’s not looking. 

Diana and I used to go to the same school but now she goes to high-school. I suppose Esme will send me with her after I graduate from middle school, which will happen at the end of the year, but to be honest, I’m not entirely chipper about having to deal with older, grosser, more emotionally unstable versions of the kids I already know. I don’t mind my current classmates but there’s definitely a distance between most of us. Humans always seem to tune into the least helpful frequencies when around an other-wordly creature even if they don’t know they’re around one. Either they put themselves in unnecessary danger, or the ones who would most likely help them in vaguely compromising positions. In short most have very weak or non existent defenses. My inner wolf has trouble tolerating inefficient use of energy, and general stupidity, to dangerous “I might start clawing people in the face” levels of intensity. So not surprisingly I have to be careful about the type of people I surround myself with. 

As things are my core friend group consists of Chris, Bethany, and Edward. Chris and Bethany are twins and though people say boy and girl twins aren’t supposed to look the same these two look pretty similar, which was probably why Chris always cuts his hair short and Bethany tends to keep hers long. They have brown hair which occasionally looks like autumn leaves, and startling blue eyes like a glacier glowing in the moonlight, or arctic fires. They both wore glasses, Bethany’s were squared but Chris’s typically were circular, and their fashion sense was almost perversely similar. They said they didn’t mean to, and at first you started to doubt it, but then they’d reach for a door at the same time, or start finishing eachother’s sentences, or start juggling objects with one another without out speaking or looking at one another. It makes me less surprised at the suspicion people regarded twins with during the early stages of man’s civilization; they were some creepy bastards. Chris and Bethany are wizards, which means they do spells and stuff. The difference from witches, in general, being that most of their spells do not require the life energy of other creatures. They tried to explain it to me before but I’ll admit it’s hard to keep track of, their magic  is more phantom like than a witch. Put another way “Wizards are more like dead people” they explained to me. It was a little wierd but that made it make a little more sense, wolves’ from what I could feel and had been told, weren’t unlike dead people themselves.  

Edward is a Champion, and no that doesn’t mean people give him medals for being a unique snowflake. Champions as I’ve come to understand them, are sort of like knights but with more magical origins. Like with enchantresses and beauty Champions radiate competence, strength, inspiration to their friends, and fear to their enemies. Remember how I said hunters have this wierd activation armor thing, well I’ve seen something similar on Edward, except it’s almost always there, he just hides it a little. It’s like this golden cloak or suit of mail. If you touch him the wrong way it sort of zaps you, and even if it doesn’t down right repel you it makes his skin feel about as hard as stone, not unlike my skin when my wolf is raging or the moon is full. Edward has wild red hair which runs on the shaggy side down to his shoulders. His eyes are blue but more like the morning sky than the twins’. He hides how much he likes to really cut loose and play, his parents are all about discipline and nobility, but whenever there's a good game of kickball or a playground brawl brewing he’s all but bounding towards it.

My friends’ parents are otherworldly like them but that doesn’t mean they’re best buds with Esme or each other. They all sort of know one another but the bridging of boundaries isn’t always so easy for adults, too much learned hate and survivalist’s reservation. Oh well, if we were all exactly like the ones who raised us, things probably wouldn’t change.

Speaking of change we got a new classmate, her name is Hannah. She’s wolf blooded like me. I knew something was off about her when she walked into the classroom I just couldn’t tell what it was. Then I sniffed her, and I knew almost instantaneously.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hannah said to me.

“I do too, you smell like wolf, like me but different, girly and like you-ish or something.” I told her.

“Look I came here to stay away from trouble, my aunt doesn’t want me hanging out with dangerous people and other wolves are dangerous.” Hannah said.

“So you admit it. Well, you won’t have to worry about that too much, not too many wolves around here, so far I was the only one as far as I know, until you showed up.” I said.

“Well fine, leave me alone then.” Hannah said.

“What, no that’s dumb, there’s safety in numbers.” I said

“Didn’t you just here me, i’m not supposed to be around other wolves.” Hannah said.

“Yeah but I’ve never been in a pack or seen another...well my mom calls them Vaugre. So I’m sort of just like a really wierd special person. Your aunt didn’t say anything about hanging out with them right?” I said.

“Vaugre? If heard aunty use that term before, umm… I guess you have a point. We should spit on it.” Hannah said. She spit into her hand and held it out for him.

“Mom says witches use spit and stuff for magic.” I said.

“I’m not a witch and neither is my aunty. We could arm wrestle instead, I’ll use my other hand.” Hannah said. I thought about it for a second and spit into my hand, clasping her’s tight.

“Nah, this is fine. Want to hang out with us at recess.” I said nodding to my friends.

“Yeah that sounds fun.”  Hannah said.

Hannah is blonde, with long curly hair like a horses mane or something. She is shrewd and inquisitive though not in a bad way, just in like a very thorough pointed way. She must get that from her aunt, who is a new detective in the city. She has freckles and blue eyes that get even brighter and bluer the closer her wolf is to the surface. Her body always seems to be hot like mine, something about our metabolism or how our blood boils or something. We aren’t as bad as Chris and Bethany but for one reason or another we’re pretty in tune with each other’s feelings and actions. She said it had something to do with our wolves and the need for pack, and that makes sense. In short sometimes we’re like two peas in a pod, a great team, and other times we’re nearly about to kill each other, more or less arguing about who came up with an Idea first, or who did more work than the other. Still that’s pretty fun too, she really knows how to wrestle. I try not to be too rough with Chris because his body’s not as durable as mine, Edward is interesting to fight, but something’s off about how my wolf gets when our jostling too and fro gets a little too deadly. Wrestling with Hannah seems just right, our wolves know just how to bite or scratch or pin the other, they get to run freely as beasts. I’m not sure if other kids find her pretty, but to me she always seems too wolfish to limit to more human definitions of appeal. Sometimes she looks like a scion of wildness, or temptation in the form of divine art; my attraction almost magnetic. Other times she looked like a hell beast coming for my soul, though even then I felt a certain heated stirring in my stomach which made me kind of want to lick her face or something.

Having another wolf around made me a bit bold, and so I decided to convince her into going to talk to a vampire. Alysha Shabazz, was one of the local baddies in the neighborhood. Most people of the otherworld were questionable to say the least when it came to their inhuman activities, but many adhered to certain ideas of heroism, lesser badness, or some type of grey straddling. Alysha Shabazz was more or less an evil woman. I rarely saw her as most people tried to stay out of her way, lest they become her next meal, and she didn’t seem to have much interest in the city folk. She seemed to be of indian descent, eastern hemisphere, and most of her beautiful cinnamon skin and luscious curves were wrapped up in scarves and fabrics. Her hair was supposedly very long and pleasing to the eye but I’d only seen it once, tied in a braid down her back. She’d been stalking some human couple that night. Most people wouldn’t have noticed her, but my inner wolf had a way of spotting other predators. We didn’t see her make the kill, or if she fed on them at all, but we also didn’t get in her way. Law of the jungle, stay smart, stay strong, and you survive long enough to change what you need to. Getting in the way of a blood lusting vampire was not smart. She did give me cookies once, and like pet me around the ears, once as a human the other time when I was more wolfish. Most people mistake me for a dog or like a savage looking boy when the inner beast is a little more outer but Alysha seemed to have no trouble spotting the difference. She even called me by name though it was low enough to escape human detection. She seemed sweet, and dangerous. Most people left her alone because, one, she kept worser baddies at bay, and two fighting a powerful vampire tended to be a quick path to a painful slow death.

Anyway Hannah was slow to get on board, but I could see her wolf having trouble letting me go on my own, and her slippery slide into rebelliousness seemed to be igniting into a very endearing set of habits. Long story short, we sort of broke into Alysha’s house. We were pretty careful about it, Hannah’s very good at picking locks and I made sure no one saw us go in. We snooped around, well sniffed and listened around. It was simple but cozy as far as houses go, and there was a lot of carpet which does wonders for our paws, not that we wolfed out their, it was just interesting to note. We did spend a couple of moments rolling around on the rugs though, it was just so comfortable and it scratched all the right places, but our arrogance got the better of us, because that was when the despicable Alysha descended upon us. Well it was more like she opened the door, groceries in hand to two neighborhood delinquents. That was it, I thought to myself, this...is the end. Then she made us dinner and soup and told us stories and jokes and stuff, she’s a very nice lady and I’m not just saying that because the upper folds of her dress kept sliding apart so certain lucious rounded fleshy parts became more visible...or because her food was gourmet status. Hannah told me she was worried Alysha might have put her blood in it or something, but I didn’t care it would have been the most delicious blood i’d ever tasted. Apparently Alysha had been a member of the local clan of Enchantresses, but like way way back in the day, like a couple of centuries ago. Which means she like knew Esme’s ancestors or something. She like fell in love with some weird dude, or needed to save her sister or something and so she became a vampire to be with him...or to be powerful enough to like help someone or something. It was all very riveting when she told us, I just can’t remember word for word, some tales are like that. Anyway her Enchantress abilities didn’t leave her like some people in her clan said they would, though they were altered slightly. She gave me a kiss on the head before rubbing my hair and giving me a hug. She gave Hannah a strong handshake and a salute and sent us both on our way. It was awesome.