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Wisdom on the MountainHala struggled up the mountain step by painful step, hunching her shoulders against the cold, but she would not give up. The Cursed Wisewoman’s advice was her last hope; if she could not find her, she might as well die here.
Sharp edges cut her fingers when she had to climb a steep outcrop.. Icy wind spooled her breath from her lungs - but the sight when she crested the obstacle took it away entirely. An old oak tree, more trunk than branches, huddled in the lee of a boulder. An old, lined face formed of craggy bark was too clearly visible to be a trick of the light.
When Hala approached the Wisewoman of legend, a creak announced the opening of her eyes. Yellow-brown and baleful they regarded the human woman.
Hala swallowed and took a few deep breaths, gathering thin air in her lungs. “Honoured Wisdom, I request your help.”
“Yeeeers, of course you do. And what do you have for me?”
“I…” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. And the
Second ChildhoodMarco picked up his son and took him away from the wail-filled bedroom, so his wife could take care of her father. Over the last months the old man had deteriorated; by now he was so confused he could hardly speak, and threw tantrums like a toddler.
His little grandson at the same time had grown quiet, watching with wide eyes.
The boy knew his parents thought his grandfather’s behaviour disturbed him. That was all right.
He also knew quite soon they would be thrilled with how smart he would turn out.
The same had happened a lifetime ago.
EngrossedThe party boiled around Quentin, filling his ears with white noise. He had dived deep into a book and only surfaced to chat, and smile at someone else rather than himself, when someone addressed him directly. That person usually was Fay, but as the evening went on even she left him alone in favour of talking to friends she met rarely.
So late in the evening it was turning into early morning, her approaching laughter, much louder than usual, had him look up. Fay hung on the arm of a taller woman, face flushed and movements just a little erratic.
"Here, Quen, this is Eve. I told you about her, right?"
Nothing good, actually, but since Fay seemed to be having fun, he smiled, shook hands, and did smalltalk that quickly grew into goodbyes.
Fay snuggled into the passenger seat, seeming to nod off, but when they turned onto their street she said, "Sometimes I wish you'd enjoy these things mo
Falling Behind The Changing TimesThis story was written based on someone's prompt. I'm currently still looking for prompts to the theme "Law & Order". more info at my website
Don't you hate it when you sit in your favourite bar and just want a drink and some quiet and someone asks "what's up?" Fred was just the type to do that to me, and yesterday she followed it up with "Are you still chewing on that self-defence overkill thing from last week?"
"Nah, that's up to the courts now." I would rather not have thought about that one again. Imagine you come to a scene with one person with several broken bones, and another calmly waiting for the police, that is, me. There's way worse, sure, but it's damn creepy when the person waiting is full of bullet holes. Did they have to fold up a human to suitcase-size, if they don't mind being shot?
"So what's new?"
"I'll quit." Hadn't meant to blurt it out like that.
"I just can't t
Half A Life TakenThe Republic had decided the "werewolf" question. Reading the detailed account in the paper did not make me feel any less disgusted than the short version on the radio had.
How many of the people actually affected had the lawmakers listened to before signing their names to that bill? Three? Well, they had talked to three, but they obviously had not listened. Must have been hard to hear about the media clamour, granted. That rampage in Mearen apparently had been too good for sales to pass up.
Following a morbid impulse I looked up some websites of sensationalist papers. Yep, right there was the rant about the pressure from the League of Nations that had led to that ridiculous "compromise" of classifying werewolves and similar shapechangers as animals for two weeks a month. Only.
At least nobody in my town knew I was one of Them. That tiny taste of it-could-have-been-worse turned sour when I came across the "perfidy of monsters hiding among us, ready to strike". The rag had been crass en
That Which Hides In Light And SongThe candle lantern was a heirloom that woke bittersweet memories. It had belonged to Kat's grandmother, whom she loved. The loss still hurt, after all those years, but this little memento helped her remember the good times.
Kat would light a beeswax candle, its light still warmer through the yellow glass, its honey-fragrance mixing with the smell of hot metal and taking her back to evenings spent listening to her grandmother's stories.
She would sometimes nod off. It was those occasions upon which the spirit of the lamp entered her open mind, mining for memories of lullabies and embraces.
The spirit brought them forth into Kat's dreaming mind, rebuilding a shadow of the utter safety she had felt as a child.
It kept her seeking the lantern out for company, more when she was in need of support, vulnerable. Singing old songs no-one else would hear, the spirit took wisps of Kat's life for itself, feeding its own essence. Knowing there was a risk the lamp would disappear in an attic or wors
Lawyer Lunch"You don't look happy."
"And you know why. This is big. And messy. But mostly big."
"Your first serial killer, eh?"
"That is the question, isn't it?"
"She killed people and ate them. No wonder you're losing your appetite."
"Tch. Be serious, will you? Laws on murder predate the emergence of supernaturals. My client targeted vampires exclusively. They were already dead. That meets the definition of corpse mutilation."
"Oh. Yes. Very messy You might end up with being a vampire being a case of interfering with one's own funeral..."
"The hell with it. It must be cleared up some time."
Signs of Confidence"Morning, Kim."
Out of breath from the climb up the stairs from the parking lot to the university entrance, Kim waved a greeting, smiling at the one friend who cared about her.
He held open the door and asked, "You look tired?"
Tucking her hair behind her ears gave her a bit more time to catch her breath. "Those antidepressants are messing up my sleep rhythm. Seems to be the only thing they do."
"You sure about that?"
"This week I haven't seen you run back to your car to check if it's locked or if you forgot something. Guess it might be a sign that you're too tired to care, but looked to me like you being not so anxious any more."
That gave Kim pause. "Maybe. I'll pay attention." As she saw him smile, she thought she might more often be looking at people rather than the floor, too. There were worse thoughts to start the day on.
Mirrors and DoorsThe witch queen was satisfied with her newest work. She smiled at the master artisan as she handed him the heavy purse he had earned for delivering a working basis. Creating a truly perfect duplicate of a door in the Empress's palace was impossible - if for no other reason, then for the wood grain - but the fifth attempt had been close enough to link them.
Nodding and smiling as the artisan bowed, the witch queen considered rumours about herself. A mirror that could take her wherever she wanted if she stepped through it... would that things were so easy.
ChimeraOn midsummer's morning a boy found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a lioness.
She spewed fire into the sky, and said: “Child, be ever proud: be ever regal: fear not the fire, but wield it as your own. You shall find strength, and all barriers shall fall before you.”
Awed, and frightened, the boy carved her words into his heart.
On midsummer's midday a man found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a serpent.
She spewed fire into the earth, and said: “King, you have forgotten yourself. You have forgotten your people. Too long have your eyes gazed heavenwards: frail is your might, and brittle: you must bring yourself back to the earth.”
These words he heard; but he forgot them.
On midsummer's evening a beggar found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a goat.
She spewed fire into his eyes, and said: “O Graybeard, you have fallen far. All your fancies have led to failure, and the fury of your heart
The Grave of GodThis crater marks the place where God and the adversary annihilated each other. No more God. No more adversary. There's nothing here now. Just me.
If you were to head west from here and climb the lip of the crater, you'd find yourself in a desert, where the sand dunes gather against the ruins. There are mountains on the horizon, pale blue. They look as distant as the moon, and they very nearly are.
In those mountains lurk creatures, ancient and colossal, constructed at the adversary's behest. They barely move anymore, for there is no-one left here to kill. Though their bodies have become part of the landscape, their eyes never close. They will lie waiting for all eternity.
Beyond the mountains are the riverlands, where used to be settlements and forests, all of which have long since rotted. North you might find what remains of Telassar, the capital city of the angels. Half underwater now, with its mighty bridge broken, only the palace stands proud of the sea, and it too is dead.
Unicorn Rights Activism FFM30I frowned, watching the news anchor. Another unicorn hunting group was set up in India to retrieve the horns for their medicinal properties. The camera panned to a lifeless unicorn body, drenched in its own blood. I grimaced. I looked at Oliver and decided, “I’m going to be a unicorn rights activist.”
Oliver deadpanned, “Oh, exciting.”
“No, I’m serious. What they’re doing is unfair.”
Oliver looked uninterested. “They’re just animals. It’s not like they know what’s happening to them.”
“Animals have a right to live too.”
“God, you’re stupid! You can’t do anything to change this. We need the horns to stop AIDs. Are you pro-disease now?”
“No, of course not! There just has to be a better way than slaughtering them.”
“You can’t just hop on board with every cause you hear about. You have to pick your battles, and this is a stupid one.”
The Earth-Queen's SorrowThe earth-queen's son was born in springtime, and his birth was heralded with crocuses and fresh green and a splendor of sunlight. Through summertime he grew, golden and beautiful, dearer to her than the wind itself.
Then autumn came, and the leaves ran red with his blood. He fell, and withered, an empty husk of brown.
Winter came: in her sorrow, the earth-queen swept the world with white. Snow would be his shroud and his finery. The chill in the air would mirror the cold emptiness in her heart. Ice would cover her lakes and rivers and the wounds of her soul; and her frozen tears would fall from the heavens as tiny flakes of crystal.
The winter drew on, and many died under the cold weight of the earth-queen's sorrow. At last the people chose a hero to go to her, to beg for mercy.
They fitted her with fatted leather boots, with a thick leather vest, with fur-lined gloves and a fur-lined cloak. “You go into the heart of winter,” they told her. “Give no quarter to the co
I shall only dream of you.I want to say your name...
But I can't...
I will never love again.
You're just so special.
You make me feel,
you don't know me
you never will...
and still you make me feel...
I want to say your name...
but even that you keep to yourself,
You could make me change...
no! it's much too late
I will keep my wanting
I will dream of you
in a place of most bizarre content,
in a place that I have never been,
and my dreams will carry a tune
to your pillow, in your distant land
but I will never call your name to the stars
You will never hear my voice, other than my
whispers in the night
you will never kiss me
in my awaken life,
let the night be the only witness
of my wanting to see you.
only in my dreams you will
ever know of me,
I will meet you when the earth
is cover by a blanket of stars
and you will hold my hands,
will you not?
we will have our story
written in the night sky.
You will know me,
and I will know you
when we are reborn in each others a
FFM31: Sweet HydraFiona woke up in the body of the knight who killed her. Her real body lay several feet away, all nine heads unevenly severed. She fought for composure as the Order of the Nine cut the scales from her back.
Her new body felt small and mortal. She felt it slowing down, dying in the way only an immortal could. She felt time slipping away.
But Fiona could wait.
Ulrich hung back as they carried foul pieces of the beast to the carts. The hydra was gone, slain in fair combat by his pious brethren. A part of him felt justified in taking the life of so terrible a creature.
Another part of him screamed for penance. He felt something dark touch his thoughts, coiling like a snake.
He unsheathed Sword as the first of eight voices spoke.
King Archibald trembles as the fire rages.
“For mercy's sake, spare us,” he says.
For mercy? The One's fluid laughter splits into nine parts. She soothes us, words spilling over the false king's voice, drowning him out. Kill kill kill for us, the One sin
How the Fox Got His Cry Long ago, when the forest was young, a fox was walking amongst the trees. He had not been walking far when he came across a little frog croaking by a puddle. Immediately, the fox seized the frog, and would have swallowed it down in one gulp if the frog hadn’t spoken.
“You may as well let me go, fox,” said the frog. “I can make myself far too big for you to eat.”
“Go on, then,” said the fox, “show me.”
So the frog gulped in many breaths to swell itself, and it did indeed look too big to eat.
But the fox saw how it was done. “This is nothing but air,” scoffed the fox, and he swallowed the frog breath and all.
The fox had not walked much farther when he came across a little squirrel nibbling pinecones on the path. Immediately, he seized it, and would have swallowed it down in one gu
Colossal Familiars (Open RP)You are a young sorcerer/witch in training. Depending on where you live or how you were raised, your specialty and what your main goal is would vary. Recently, you have had some problems in your life which means one of many things for a magical being: you are about to get your own familiar. Familiars are special assistants for witches and sorcerers alike. But this won't be just a normal familiar. Your familiar would be massive!
Answer the following questions before we roleplay:
1) What kind of Witch/Sorcerer Are You?
- Examples would be a specific thing such as elements in nature, day, night, animals, foods, etc. Just run it by me.
2) What is your main goal as a magical being?
- It can be from protecting a certain area or spreading evil everywhere. Just run it by me.
3) What kind of familiar are you getting?
- The familiar is magical and most familiars are part animals, so any animal you would want is fine. But the familiar has to match with what kind of being you are. For example, if
FFM 2014, July 31 - BottleneckFew knew that what Cerberus feasted on was not the flesh of the living, but the stories of the newly departed. His three heads stripped the dead of all that they were and had been and would have become, but his favourite snack was the story of their deaths. For aeons, this had been Cerberus’ task and joy.
Until the summer when all the stories became identical: about freezing.
Cerberus heads frothed in confusion and anger: never before had it experienced such an onslaught of souls, and never before had their stories been so vexingly similar. They all spoke of the same phenomenon: a cloud of ash covering the skies, crops failing, animals freezing where they stood, villages and empires dying alike of starvation and cold.
Faced with the choice of madness or escape, Cerberus broke his chains.
The hellhound, starving and delirious, faced the rim of a volcano so massive its mouth might be mistaken for the entrance to the underworld. Was this to be the undoing of humankind,
Unplanned StoppoverCaor decided that as sorry sights went, a wet phoenix ranked pretty high. The specimen on his windowsill was soaked so badly its feathers had turned black, and puffed up to wait out the rain. The metal capsule on one long leg identified it as a messenger bird, and the fact that it had been employed during the rainy season identified its owner as someone with more pride than sense.
After spilling a handful of grains next to his uninvited guest, Caor went to the serious business of speculating who might have sent this bird to whom, and what it might be carrying. Deciding that it might be profitable to know, he caught the bird - who twisted its neck to continue eating, must have been underway a while - and removed the capsule. Deciding that trapping the bird in a basket was a bad idea, since, once dry, it might set the reed on fire to escape, he turned his full attention to the scroll. It was blank on both sides. Puzzling.
It could be an error. Or a very, very bad sign.
Caor put it back e
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