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Close Encounter

The angel was like a hazardous object, all sharp angles and glaring lights. It spoke in sounds of shattering glass, every word sounding off alarms for its mere mortal viewer, who could only fall down and stumble backwards as it levitated closer. The cacophony of its incomprehensible words shook Faeryn, and their eyes shot open in terror. What was it even trying to say?

“W-Whatever I did, I’m sorry, alright?” they managed to blubber out as the angel leered over them, nearly taller than the streetlights. It bent over with a spine so warped and maze-like Faeryn wondered if the laws of nature had ever applied to its startlingly bright form. In the back of their mind, Faeryn was amazed they could even distinguish that irregularity amidst the star-like light. 

The sounds it made changed from the shattering of glass to the popping of firecrackers. The lights on its… face? Could that really be called a face? The lights flickered, over and over, in a dizzying array. Faeryn had to squint their eyes shut, the visuals far too overstimulating for them. After a lengthy hiss, the entity stood straight up once more, and its lights returned to normal. By the time the hyena opened their eyes, it was gone.

“W-where did it go?” Faeryn yelped, sitting up on the pavement. They growled in frustration when they realized their ass was sore as hell from falling down, and they didn’t even have a picture to show for it. Then again… maybe they were just lucky to have escaped alive.

“What the hell was that thing…?” they muttered as they stood back up and dusted themself off. “A tourist?” They didn’t know, but one thing was for sure… things were staying interesting in Aukimidi.

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Hi all! This is a blog where I upload my (mostly) original fiction.

Lately I've been filling out writing prompts from CharacterHub.com, but I also have my own original ideas that I'm working on.

I hope you like what you read, and I welcome constructive criticism on most of my works! (Any work that's not OK'd for it will be marked as such, but I'm not likely to post those to begin with.)

You can check out @voidcatgalaxy for my artwork if that's at all of interest!

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Vortices

8/9 CharacterHub Writing Prompt: Your character stumbles upon a mysterious vortex. What happens next?

Content warning for: mild danger and very mild language.

Alvari had never seen a vortex quite like this one.

She’d seen more magical vortices than she could count on all four paws combined, but they all had conjurers, people controlling where the vortices would send what got pulled in. Her eyes had darted around, looking for the vortex’s creator, but the small, dimly lit cave was empty, save for the priceless mushrooms she had entered in to harvest. ‘Ok, unless I’m fighting the world’s smallest wizard, nobody is here,’ the witch realized. 

The swirling whirlpool of dark water was centered a foot above the ground in the middle of the cave, almost inviting, if not for the danger. A few more steps, and Alvari would surely feel the chilling tug of the vortex, threatening to pull her in and send her to gods know where. Still, she thought, it had a sort of beauty to it.

Of course, she had to destroy it. Judging by the size of the thing, there was no way to get the mushrooms safely; she couldn’t even see them past it. Alvari cursed silently, wishing this cave was nine minutes from her house instead of nine hours, so she could come back another day, when it would hopefully be gone. Just her luck that a magic vortex would form on the day she went foraging.

Alvari pulled out her wand, mentally rehearsing the exact motions her hand would need to make to safely dispel the portal. There were recommended incantations too, but… ‘Do I really need them for this?’ she thought to herself. ‘I think I can wing it.’ Magic was all about intent, after all.

In a display of speed and skill, Alvari waved her wand at the vortex in something of a swatting motion and shouted, “Get! Go on, shoo!”

The water rippled as if shuddering, then began to evaporate into mist. The jackalope was quick to cover her face with her sleeve, waiting until some time had passed to uncover it, in case there was anything toxic in the water. When the fog was gone and Alvari could see clearly, she couldn’t help but grin. 

The mystical mushrooms she had come all this way to get were almost twice the size they usually were. She felt a burning desire to harvest all of them, but she could practically hear her aunties reprimanding her for it. Back when she’d started foraging, she’d been a bit too greedy with nature’s bounties. They’d certainly set her on the right path, that was for sure. 

So, with moderation in mind, Alvari put her wand away and took out a stubby knife. She walked towards the mauve mushrooms, then crouched down, beginning to cut around the base of each stalk she intended to take. Not damaging them was part of the careful harvesting process, which she’d refined over the past year and a half of visiting the dim little cave. Within five minutes, the stalks were stored securely in her bag, within a tin container (to keep them from getting crushed.)

Alvari wiped the mushroom filaments that got on her fingertips off on her clothing, knowing from experience they would come out in the wash later. The witch stood back up, turning towards the cave entrance… where the vortex had re-formed.

“Crap!” she hissed, pulling out her wand. “So much for just winging it.”

[Author’s Note: My idea for this story was to write about a magical vortex, not a naturally created one. I thought it would fit better with my OCs than one that sprang up normally.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue this or leave it here… I feel like this is a good stopping place, but there’s also plenty of room to keep writing. Maybe I’ll revisit it another day and add more.]

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Valkyrie Dreams

8/8 CharacterHub Writing Prompt: Your character encounters a legendary Valkyrie in their dream. How does the interaction unfold?

Author’s Note: This story features my OC Alvari, though I wouldn’t consider this story 100% “canon” for her. It's probably not super accurate to Valkyrie lore either, though I did do my best, spending quite a long time reading through several sites with information about Valkyries. I still took some creative liberties in the end to make it better fit the story, but I don't think any of them would offend.

Content Warning for: flirting, mentions of a character’s death, mild danger, mention of potential impalement, sensory flashbacks to trauma, mention of resuscitation, crying, swearing/ strong language

The winged equine warrior in front of Alvari commanded the jackalope’s attention with her imposing spear, ornate armor, and, most significantly to Alvari, her stunning beauty. She was like something out of one of those million dollar paintings. The witch quickly brushed a few strands of bubblegum pink hair out of her face, then smiled, her sharp canines showing.

“Come here often?” she asked, winking at the Valkyrie.

(Maybe flirting would keep her from getting impaled.)

“It’s my first time,” the horse with supernaturally glistening wings responded, then added, “I’m here to speak to you.”

Alvari’s eyes widened in surprise. “Is that so? Whatever about?” Usually a stranger appearing to her meant they wanted spellwork done and heard she was the best fit for the job. Something told her that wasn’t the case this time, though. 

“You’ve died before. Someday you’ll die again,” the Valkyrie said, blunt. Alvari’s smile dropped, the sense memory of singed fur so strong in her mind it was like she could smell it. Without thinking, she reached up to touch her face. The warrior maiden carried on, “When you die, you may feel pain, fear, regret, and even hate. You will need to leave these behind to find the future that’s ahead of you.”

“The future that’s ahead of me?” she questioned, confused. “What future, when I’m fucking dead?” As someone who’d experienced death firsthand - albeit only for a few minutes - it was already apparent to her that there was no future after your last breath, not unless someone was doing chest compressions on your lifeless corpse. 

The horse raised an eyebrow. “Do you know who I am?” Alvari’s hand returned to her side, and she stared at the stranger, taking in her gorgeous face once more. After a few moments, the jackalope was absolutely sure… she had no idea who she was. She shook her head, and the winged warrior continued, “I’m a Valkyrie, and I come from the resting place of the world’s finest warriors.”

A Valkyrie! Alvari had heard of them, but as it was said, they came to warriors, not witches. ‘So this is what they look like… they’re just as captivating as the legends say’, she thought as something clicked in her brain.

“You’re not real,” Alvari said, then added spitefully, “Valkyries are a myth, and I’m dreaming.” 

The raven-winged horse shrugged nonchalantly. “Does it matter if this is a dream?” She took a step forward. “You can still believe what you hear, if you so choose. And you have the choice to not die with burdens too heavy for a Valkyrie to carry you to Valhalla.”

“Like I’m going there!” Alvari hissed. “I’m not a warrior! I don’t fight! I…” Her head was spinning. Was she destined to die in battle? Sure, she knew offensive and defensive magic, but it was for emergencies! ‘Calm down,’ she thought to herself, ‘it’s a dream…’ After all, no one really knew how she was going to die, so how could her subconscious?

“Why are you so hesitant to lay down your burdens?” the Valkyrie questioned sincerely. It was becoming increasingly clear just how out of touch with normal emotions the maiden in front of Alvari was. The jackalope crossed her arms and huffed, fighting the instinct to thump her foot on the ground. Much more of this and she’d be stomping up a storm!

“I’m not ‘hesitant,’ I just… it’s not as simple as that!” Alvari shot back. “You can’t just say I need to die free of pain or fear like it’s a choice. What if my death is scary, huh? What if it hurts?” Her eyes watered, like she was still feeling the pain from her death all those years ago.

The Valkyrie’s wings fluttered - a sign of discontentment, or perhaps, sympathy? She was quiet, too quiet, for far too long for Alvari’s comfort. Her gaze shifted around the jackalope’s face, never meeting her teary eyes.

“Well?” Alvari asked, tired of waiting for a response. “What are your words of wisdom, O Great Wise Warrior? How do I ‘lay down my burdens,’ hmm?” 

There was another long pause, and then, the Valkyrie’s painfully honest answer. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice soft. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand and added, “I’ve never been mortal like you. I can’t answer that any more than a fish can fly.”

‘Some fish do fly,’ Alvari thought, but that was way besides the point. There was no magical advice from the Valkyrie, because this must be her subconscious, and how could it possibly know how to conquer her greatest fears about her own death? It was hopeless. 

‘’What a pointless dream,’ Alvari thought. She sighed and shut her tired eyes. She somehow felt exhausted even while asleep. ‘Maybe,’ she thought, ‘if I close my eyes, I’ll have a different dream… One where I’m not harassed about issues that are completely normal to have.’

“I hope you find a way to ease your burdens,” the Valkyrie said, voice barely above a whisper. “You deserve a place in the halls of Valhalla.” Before Alvari could think of how to respond, the sound of wings flapping resounded through the air, and the warrior maiden was gone.

When Alvari woke up, she rolled over in bed, careful not to bump into her partner Stellen. ‘What a weird-ass dream’, she thought, the memory of it mostly foggy, with some moments clear as day. There was a… winged horse? She wanted her to be at peace with her death or something? ‘Ugh, this’ll be clearer after I have some coffee,’ she thought, turning to get out of bed when she froze in her tracks.

There on her nightstand was a glistening raven’s feather.

[Author’s Note: I for real thought I was going to abandon this halfway through… then ended up spending 2 to 3 hours on it. I really like how it turned out! Heck, maybe it will become canon.]

[woahfurryfictionbeuponye]

Hi all! This is a blog where I upload my (mostly) original fiction.

Lately I've been filling out writing prompts from CharacterHub.com, but I also have my own original ideas that I'm working on.

I hope you like what you read, and I welcome constructive criticism on most of my works! (Any work that's not OK'd for it will be marked as such, but I'm not likely to post those to begin with.)

You can check out @voidcatgalaxy for my artwork if that's at all of interest!