Let me write a scene for your character (0/3)

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@FafasMcMelt ooh accepted, I'll try.

@AilyneGouveia YES I want to do yours so bad .w.

@cjspiethillustr I'm going to try yours, unsure how well it will go.

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Sudden heroics WC: 514

His breath came out in pants as his legs wobbled with fatigue. Looking up, Boreas struggled to maintain any bit of energy he had stored within him.

For his foe was tougher than any who had stood before him, Gellin Eno was his name. Yet, everyone referred to him as Doctor Gellin, a man so full of spite that he went purposely out of the way to hurt others. Today was a plan diabolical, to say the least, for the intent was to ruin crops for decades to come, to taint the ground so nothing would ever grow out of it again. If the plan were to succeed, then the village would be doomed for millenniums, and they would be forced into starvation.

Boreas wiped a bead of sweat off his wool and slowly floated back up, his cape swinging gently in the background.

“Why hurt those around you?” He said, his voice full of venom. Each syllable was spat with hatred as Doctor Gellin continued to fiddle with his machine, a small gun that had pellets of toxins stored within them. He only let out a laugh, diabolical as could be, and shook his head.

“It is only payback for what troubles they have cast upon me for years! They have ruined me! They have killed my family, don’t I deserve to be happy? My home is gone; they stole it from me! And I intend to take back what is rightfully mine!”

“It never was yours!” Boreas snapped as, with as much energy as he had, soared towards Doctor Gellin, pushing him to the ground, the gun flying out of his hands. Yet, things were not bright, nor joyous, the gun shot a bullet up into the air, a small dart attached to it. Boreas looked in horror as it seemed to be in slow motion that it slowly fell towards the ground.

Without a thought more, tears stung his eyes. Was this it for this village? They were small and tightknit, making enough to get them through each harvest season. They would have to flock to kingdoms where the systems were corrupted, and the king would enslave them to a life of work.

Only when the thought hit did the beams shoot from his eyes. They dazzled like gemstones, and the aura they had was burning hot, lava-like. A mere fly getting in the way got evaporated from the world, and so did the dart. For there was nothing left but dust when the laser hit the metal.

“What?” Doctor Gellin screamed. As Boreas tried to gather what just happened. For he was just a young hero that has super strength and flight, some considered him the hero of the fields, an anomaly. Yet, laser beams were something that no one had even thought was possible for an animal.

“I ---” Boreas started, but he stopped himself slowly letting things sink in. After a few seconds, though feeling like minutes, sunk in, he smirked while giving Doctor Gellin a ravaged look deep within those eyes.

“What will you do now, doc?”

[aqua03]

That was really great! Thanks for writing this. You certainly dig my big buff tuff fluff justice!

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The Bear's Curse

“Find Genevieve, now!” His voice boomed as every servant within the hundred-acre farm shivered with fear. They fled in every direction possible, fear roaming over their bodies as every single one tried to find Genevieve.

She was a pink bear, sparkly even. Yet, there was more to her than what meets the eye, oh so much more, and that was why finding her was so important. One step in the wrong direction and the small, fragile world of Klaus would be shattered into pieces for the rest of his life.

“Yelling at them won’t get them there any faster.” Jesse sounded and Klaus turned around suddenly, pulling at the knife tucked under his belt. His heart was beating out of his chest as a bead of sweat formed along his forehead. Genevieve, oh he begged for her forgiveness. Where could have she gone to? What if someone took her?

“Yelling at them will get a running start, give me a rum and coke, please, pronto even.”

“I will have that right out for you, sir.” Klaus nodded his head and took in a shallow breath, praying Genvive hadn’t followed out towards the countryside. From there, any poor soul that would meet cross paths with her would, well, meet their untimely doom.

Klaus walked inside his mansion and started to search around himself. Yet, there was no sign of the bear. He cursed God himself, where had she gone? Every single nook and cranny was void of the bear, and he soon found himself right where he started. Where was she?

Klaus paced around as he saw the servants scrambling about, each one mumbling to another about how they were never going to find this bear. He figured some might call it stupid, but Genevive was no ordinary bear, and that’s what made her dangerous, and more important to find.

He propped himself on the large, empty couch and sulked. His head was in his hands and they trembled ever so slight. Fear was etched on his deep brown irises, and his lip trembled with terror.

Before he knew it, Jesse had once again arrived with a rum and coke. This time, however, things seemed to be a tad bit off. How, well, it wasn’t difficult to see.

Klaus let out a ‘tsk’ as Jesse bowed his head and handed over the drink. Klaus took the drink and looked at it hesitantly before tossing it onto the ground. The glass shattered, and the sound echoed throughout the lone mansion.

“Genieve, what are you doing, my love?” Jesse looked upwards, and only then were Klaus’s suspicions corrected. For Jesse’s eyes were a dim pink, each one shimmering with what seemed to be sparkles. His face was once dull, but it now shimmered with a bit of false life hood.

“How did you figure out it was me?” Jesse responded, this time his voice no longer was masculine, rather it was light airy, that of a young woman's. Only then did a young maiden run through the mansion doors holding the bear.

One thing was different, however, the irises that were once bright pink were now a familiar, maple brown. The same color as Jesse’s.

Had fun writing this one. :))

[EncryptedWriting]

Awesome, glad you enjoyed!

[aqua03]

No problem! Thanks for doing this. It was fun.

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Stormy times WC: 505

“When the storms fall, the lighting slams,” Brave hummed as she walked along the outskirts of the territory. Despite her ginormous body, her steps were shallow and elegant, like that of a dancer. Her hair continually fell in her eyes, and she grew agitated quickly. She found herself brushing her hair out of her face and taking a moment and listening to nature.

“The grass sings around,” she whispers quietly as her eyes dart around, a cold chill running down her spine. Something was oh so wrong, and she couldn’t figure out why. “And the sunflowers dance.”

Only then did the first raindrops fall onto the ground; it was gentle at first, calming even. Yet, it soon slammed, like bullets from a gun. Brave could only run deep into the coverage of the trees and try to escape the pouring rain that pelted her skin. It didn’t hurt in the slightest, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying beyond words. She shook her hair free of the water and continued to listen to the nature that spoke to her.

Brave no longer sang as a small voice wrapped its words around the forest, choking Brave. Her body fell frozen in terror, and she could feel her lungs start to freeze with fear. The voice was crying; it wasn’t just scared, it was full of horror. It was a spirit in need, and Brave knew she had to run, urgently. Whether it was another pigmen or a simple fairy, it didn’t matter. Every soul mattered.

Wrapping her hair into a thick ponytail, Brave bolted towards the voice and followed any scent that was abnormal. It wasn’t much, but there was something small, it was rustic almost. Her heart was racing, and she was sure there was something wrong. The rain certainly didn’t help. She cursed out the gods and soon found the scent becoming stronger. It wasn’t pleasant.

The smell was rotten; it was like a body rotting away. Brave almost gagged, but she had to take a breath as the voice was only getting quieter, weaker.

“Hold on, little one,” she whispered as she came around a sharp edge and leaped forward, trying to gather as much ground as possible. The voice soon slowly faded away, and that is what caused the pit in Brave’s stomach to fall forward.

Soon she stopped, and the scene in front of her was gruesome. She let out a pain-filled squeal and stumbled onto the ground towards a body that laid there, slain.

Nesha Rive, a fellow pigman was there, dead. Three arrows shot through her chest and heart. Brave held Nesha’s frail body in her hands, and she felt tears form in her eyes. Nesha was a young warrior full of potential, not even twelve years of age. Brave pondered what in the world she was doing all the way out here near the border lands, but it didn’t matter.

A young soul was slain, and there was a murderer threatening the safety of her village.

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Going to take a break for a little while will finish around nine pm est

[FafasMcMelt]

Beautiful stuff, and very lore friendly, thank you very much!
I'll be saving this one in my hoard, thank you again!

[EncryptedWriting]

No problem! Didn't feel like writing gore because I figure the forums may not be happy. :PP

[CosmicLeon]

we will see. XD and thank you

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The file WC: 701

Alexina strolled through the city night; the crowds were bustling, people were smoking, drinking, and having a jolly ol’ time. Yet, Alexina did not partake in such activity; she had a job to do, and partying was not part of the work.

She glanced down towards the small pocket watch she carried. It was old, weathered with age. She knew it was time to get a new one, but the sentimental value of this one was too much to let it just . . . go.

She scoffed at the time “11:22”, only thirty-eight minutes from the start of the new year. Another year that her brother has been dead. Her blood boiled at the thought, and she had to take a second and calm down; the way her heart raced and blood boiled, it was almost too much.

Alexina took in a deep breath and shook her head, finally arriving at the spot. It was a small club, familiar even. She had been there once or twice to get files, and this night would be no different. With a heavy heart, she pushed the door open, and a few eyes went towards her, some with a neutral tone, others with lust, and some with distrust. She didn’t care; she had something to do.

She took a seat at the bar, and the bartender strolled around, giving her an approving smile.

“What can I getcha, little lady?” Alexina cringed at the name but put on a facade of a somewhat half-decent smile.

“Just rum and coke, thanks.” The bartender nodded and started to prepare a drink. Alexina anxiously waited for the person she expects; it was still a few minutes before 11:30, he was still technically on time. That was one thing she couldn’t stand when people were late. For the one time, she was late, disaster struck, so she never was late ever again.

The door swung open as the bartender delivered the drink to Alexina. She gave him a quiet thank you as a man entered, dressed heavily in a trench coat with and long-sleeved garments. It was chilly outside, Alexina couldn’t deny that. She took was dressed in long pants and a long-sleeved shirt.

The man sat down to Alexina and gave her a nod; she did the same. The bartender looked at him, asking him if he wanted anything, but the mysterious man just shook his head no. The bartender let it go and went to a different part of the bar to clean up some glasses.

“You got the file?” Alexina’s voice was rough from the cold; she was a bit taken aback by it but soon decided to move on from the matter.

“Got it right here. You sure you can do it?”

“Mr.Clemings I am the best in the business. You won’t find anyone more capable than me. Just know ---”
“You accept payment beforehand, yeah yeah. Do you want the information or not?”

Alexina took a deep swing of her coke and rum before nodding her head. The man put the file in Alexina’s lap and looked around at the civilians. All of them were talking about a sport or politics; they had nothing to worry about.

“All the information is in there. Report back to me when the job is done, you hear me?”

“Clear as day.”

“Good.” The man stood up and begged Alexina a good day; she nodded her head and looked at the file in her lap. Despite it being a few pieces of paper, it was important to her. For in those files were two things: her next victim and more information about her brother’s death.

She finished her drink and left money on the counter, more than enough for the bill.

She stepped outside file in hand and took in a deep breath of the cold New York air. Only when she released her breath did the fireworks start to go off. Alexina looked at her pocket watch and let out a hefty sigh. It had been a year since her brother’s death, and she was taking little steps into figuring out what really happened.

One murder at a time.

Yes I went over board; I fell in love with the scene.

[jkb4753]

AHHHHHH!!!!!

I loved the twist!!!
Damn! You did not have to go that hard. I gave you like, one character detail and you managed to flesh out an emotional story. I loved the goofy details, the rum and coke, threatening to kill anyone who found the bear, all of it.

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Hehe! It is no problem! I had fun writing it!

[jkb4753]

My favorite line is, "One step in the wrong direction and the small, fragile world of Klaus would be shattered into pieces for the rest of his life." I lol'd. I love that you ran with the goofy concept

[AilyneGouveia]

I loved the ending here, really didn't expect that ! Wow ! Totally gave some mysterious supernatural vibes to it <3

Stormy times : Dang, this one pulled on my heart strings, you trully know how to build up emotional scenes

The File : OMG ! I can imagine every single details for that scene, i can even smell the smoke of the cigarettes and booze of that speakeasy This is so good, it's 100x better than anything i could've imagine and in such a short time ! I'll totally do a illustration for this and also do a shout out for you if i'm alowed to ?

Damn, a future were William dies and left Alexina all alone in that harsh world would be quite something to explore. My heart skiped a beat when i read that he was dead in that story. And you just perfectly nailed her personality ! Thank you so much for this gem !

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OMG please do. I am so excited!! :))

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False Magic WC: 638

Rozkou strolled the marketplace; his eyes wide with curiosity and enlightenment. They were items of every since material here, from fruit to jewelry.

Only then did he spot something that was more than intriguing; at a stand a magician stood, his eyes darting around looking for unsuspecting victims. Rozkou wasn’t sure why he got an odd feeling from the magician, but there was something wrong with him.

Cautiously Rozokou approached the small hut and peeked around at the items. Ahiko wouldn’t be able to find him for another few minutes or so meaning he had a bit of time to spare. She was a lovely friend, but sometimes she was, well, overbearing beyond words.

“What are you looking for, lad?” The young magician asked as he approached Rozokou who was glancing at a line of necklaces laid out along a table. He looked at the sign and pondered for a moment whether it was true or something of falsehood. The sign read “Enchanted Necklaces, only two gold & three silver.”

Rozokou let out a contempt “humph” while fingers ran over one of the necklaces, searching for some sort of magical trace. One of his gifts was being able to sense magic from any item there was, and, without a doubt, there was not a single spec of magic trapped within the jewels of the necklaces. There was, very quickly, no doubt in his mind that this “magician” was a big, fat, fraud. Yet, he didn’t want to give away the truth as of yet; what would be the fun of that?

“What type of enhancements are on this one?” He pointed towards the necklace he previously touched with a large, red ruby sitting in the middle.

“Good eye’ young one. That one is enhanced with luck and good fortune. Anyone wearing it will receive good luck whilst the necklace is on.”

Rozokou tried not to laugh as an unsuspecting victim made their way into the tent to also look at some of the jewelry. Only then did an irate Ahiko arrive into the tent, looking more than angry, utterly furious.

“Rozokou where on god’s green earth have you been? I look away for one second, and, POOF, you’re gone! I am so done with this, let’s get home so you father can ---”

Rozokou quickly brought Ahiko to his side and brought his lips to her ear,” this guy is selling fake jewelry, do you want me to do something about it?”

“Wait what?” Ahiko sputtered and Rozokou could only nod his head at the statement he last spoke. It was a mortal sin to lie, but to lie about magic? Consider it a taboo of a horrid caliber.

Rozokou lifted his eyebrow and Ahiko finally nodded her head, this time intrigued. He motioned for Ahiko to leave the tent and then gave a big smile, tapping on the “magician”s shoulder.

“These are really magic enhanced, aye?”

“I worked hard on em’ yes, lad.”

Rozokou let out a bustling fit of laughter before noticing the small coins in the magician’s hand, and the other person leaving with a ring in their hand. He let out a “tsk” before shaking his head. He despised frauds.

“What a shame it would be if,” Rozokou dragged the magician out of the hut, and they stood back. The man was confused, but Rozokou was, in fact, excited. He glazed to Ahiko who a confused tilt of the head,” burned down.”

With a snap of his fingers, flames lit up from underneath the tint, and the two young ones took off from the tent, giggling with excitement. The man tried to chase after them, but they were simply too fast to be caught.

“How’d you know he was a fraud?” Ahiko said while sprinting.

“Real magician’s never give away their secrets.”

I actually really struggled with this one ;;

[CosmicLeon]

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You did a good job I'm not sure it you read my comic or not, but you did get some of their personality traits down. Would you mind if I added this to the end of my next update, and credit you?

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100% go ahead! I kind of just winged the personalites haha!