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Ryders Prt4Izzie walked into the large circular room that served as the Academy's auditorium. It was a room she knew very well, and even before she got into it, she knew exactly what she would be seeing.
Students from the ages fourteen to nineteen filled the room, all in groups. The younger students stuck by their parents, while the older ones talking with their friends. Most of the adults stayed with their own circles: the dragons with the other dragons, the hippogriffs with the hippogriffs, and the rocs with the rocs.
Each family had its own look, whether it was the tattoos they had on their skin, or the clothes that they wore, each had its own traditional appearance that had been passed down from generation to generation. This was not only with the otherkin, either. Many of the humans came from honorable lineages, and wore the garb and symbols from their ancestors. For instance, some men cut their beards a certain way, or the woman wore their hair in a very memorable fashion.
At the front of t
Ryders Prt3Contrary to popular belief, dragons are not hatched from eggs. They are born in the same way that humans are, and for reasons unknown to humans and dragonkind, look indistinguishable from human babies. This goes the same for all otherkin. Sometimes it may be the custom for a certain clan of otherkin to mark the child with tribal tattoos, or piercings, or something to single them out as a non-human. But upon arriving from the womb, all babies, human or otherwise, look the same.
In fact, until they hit puberty, there is absolutely no difference between humans and otherkin. Once in adolescence, humans begin developing: girls become women, and boys become men. Otherkin go through a similar process, but with an added phase: they begin to look more like their parents.
Dragons may grow scales, whereas griffins may grow feathers, and unicorns fur and manes. No two otherkin develop at the same rate, or develop the same features in the same order. One dragon may start growing his wings as young
Ryders Prt1The day that Isotta went to school was one of those regrettably rainy days, which only had a negative effect on the already foul mood that was festering in the car.
It was the morning of the first day of the new school year, and Isotta, who more commonly went by the nickname Izzie, was entering into her squire year of the local military training school, which just so happened to be the closest to her house, and also several miles away from any sort of civilization.
The school, Percival Academy, was named after said hero of legend. Students entered into it the same time as other students entered into high school. However, when high school lasted four years, Percival Academy lasted six. These six years were divided in half, where the first three years went pretty much the same way as high school. The classes took place in the right part of the building, were pretty much the same as classes that they would take in high school, only more challenging, and the years had the same names: fresh
Teo TorriatteTeo Torriatte
Warnings: Light T-cest.
Characters(Main): Michelangelo, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael.
Let us cling together as the years go by,
Oh my love, my love.
“Don’t go, Leo,” Michelangelo whispered as he wrapped his arms around Leonardo’s neck, pulling the larger turtle down closer to him. Mikey hid his face in his mate’s neck. Leo closed his eyes and returned the strong embrace, nuzzling the side of Mikey’s head with his beak.
“I have no choice, Mikey. I can’t dishonor Master Splinter, I must go train as he orders. It’s only for a couple of months, Mikey. I’ll be back soon, I promise,” Leo tried to explain, but he knew it would not stop the young turtle’s tears. Leo kissed the top of Mikey’s head, causing Mikey to whimper and his arms tightened around Leo’s neck. Leo gently patted Mikey’s back, trying to sooth him
Onyx's Choice: Start
Part 1 (Start)
Work has become increasingly hard to come by. Most cities and city-states have enough willing bodies and readily turn away individuals like yourself; but Stonebridge has proven itself to be different, to be ready and able to take on new artisans to fuel its booming economy.
Unfortunately, “artisan” implies some form of skilled labor. Untrained and inexperienced, you have only one career path available to you – one that those of your disposition have inherited generation after generation: mercenary work. It doesn’t take much to lob a sword at someone; and by the same logic, it takes an equally low about of training to lob a sword at something.
Kelly, the Lord of Stonebridge, singled you out personally with an assignment the moment you passed through the gates. The details were unquestionably vague: there was a creature that lived a few miles west of the city that was causing problems for the populace. For all he told you it could be a rabid
Tainted Love: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Opening Up
Warnings: Light T-cest.
Universe: AU - Angels and Demons.
Characters(Main): Demon Leonardo, Angel Michelangelo, Demon Usagi.
Very little was said between the two turtles. Neither one of them knew what to say or do. They shared small smiles and gestures, letting each other know that they were comfortable but still a little unsure. Leonardo wanted nothing more than to apologize for his actions last night, while Michelangelo thought of every question he wanted to ask Leo.
They hadn’t moved since Mikey woke up. Leo was still sitting on the bed next to Mikey, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him in a relaxing manner. Mikey was also leaning up against the headboard, his lower half still hiding under the covers and Leo’s shirt wrapped around him, keeping him nice and warm.
Mikey’s eyes widened as he heard Leo inhale d
Toon link x Reader Would you, maybe, like me?
Would you, maybe, like me?
Link belongs to Nintendo. You belong to you.
"Hoooyyy!! (Your name)-chan! Wait up!" A higher, chirpy sort of voice met your ears. Turning, you looked down to see none other than Toon Link, or Linkie as you internally called him, face plant into your thigh and stumble backwards. "Oof!" He mumbled, falling onto his butt. "H-hey, kid." You mumbled, glancing to the side a little. Standing up, the boy, who was surprisingly your age, grinned. "What're you doing today? I thought we could go watch Kargoraks or something -- Oh wait, never mind, I forgot I got rid of all of them! They can't steal your lunch money anymore!" He chirped once more, blushing a little. Driving a species, no matter it's intent, to extinction wasn't exactly… alluring. "G-Gee, thanks I guess. Sorry, I'm busy today. See ya, kid." You said, turning and walking away
Dark!Russia x Kidnapped!reader"Sunflower….Where have you gone?" You clasp a hand over your mouth trying desperately to silence your ragged breathing, as if even the smallest breath were to escape your lips, your location would be given away.
Your back flattens against the closet wall behind you and you fantasize of disappearing from this room, from this place. You dream that if you just believe in it hard enough you'll wake up in your old bed, and see your family for the first time in months.
"(Name), Come out. I don't like it when you hide from me, da." You felt a tear roll down your cheek and you bit your lip, containing a sob that could’ve possibly revealed your location to the Russian man you've come to know as your captor over the past few weeks.
Over the weeks, you'd been submissive to the man's will for the most part, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do that anymore. Tonight you’d felt something snap, you’d finally had enough of this, and the second he fell asleep you put your
Summary of EncephalonWAYWARD CITY-
sky: the darkest of red with jet black clouds. night and day are no different. the only weather change is when it rains... if it rains, you better stay in your house, especially if you're an Other.
rain: appears to be blood, which isn't uncommon in the city, but the rain is a sign of danger. if it starts to rain, get inside a building and lock AND block all entrances and windows, especially if you're an Other (as mentioned above). the reason is, when it rains, it summons a swarm of very strange and frightening spirits unlike anyone has ever seen. they're called collectors, and are said to come from hell itself. they wear black cloaks, resembling dementors from harry potter, except they can only hover a few inches off the ground. their hoods never come down, and you never see their faces. however, when close to its prey, incredibly long silver hair snakes out from beneath the hood and slowly flows toward the victim. if touched, the victim will be tangled in the hair, and t
The Unending NightmareLife is an interesting thing, unique in the universe. A series of chemical processes conducted in such a way that it serves as a conduit for élan vital, a form of "energy" which exists beyond the physical universe. In tiny quantities and in simple systems, élan vital has virtually no effect, but when a critical density is exposed to a very specific set of electrochemical reactions, it confers upon the living thing the gift of consciousness.
Élan vital is special in that it is not of the material universe. It is native to another universe "adjacent" to physical reality, an alternate dimension called the Etherium. Élan vital can only exist in conjunction with the particular chemical systems that exist in all living things; indeed, life is defined by the presence of élan vital within a chemical process. When these chemical systems fail, élan vital becomes unstable and is punted back into the realm from which it came; this process is more commonly
Ryders Prt2Percival Academy was located several miles from the closest town, called Walla Walla, in the state of Washington. Technically, it was also part of Walla Walla, but most people who lived there didn't even know that the school existed.
It had been formed somewhere around the time the state of Washington was founded, only about a hundred years prior. The building itself definitely looked a hundred years old, and it had been built in the old European style of baroque. Ivy vines grew over its walls, and it was hard to tell where the building became the trees that grew against its walls. In fact, it was a hard building, even when looking directly at it, to spot.
The Academy didn't look exactly like a military fort, nor did it look exactly like a castle, but something in between. It was very large, and divided into two buildings, the right wing and the left wing. The two wings were connected by a large circular section, which looked like a cathedral on the outside, but worked like an auditori
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