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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
Experiments ~ Chapter 17“Kylie!” That shrill, desperate voice was all but welcoming for once in Kylie’s life. One minute, she had been in the back of an armed vehicle, bouncing down an eerily empty avenue, and the next, everything had been black. Lastly she was in an all-too-bright room, squinting at bold fluorescent rectangles that complemented the tiled ceiling high above. But the ceiling was closer now – no, it went up again – oh, dizziness. The room was about the size of their old apartment, but with less furniture that was all black. There were two twin beds with black metal headboards in the right corner with pale curtains much like those in hospital rooms to surround them, and one nightstand between the two. A door nearby the foot of one bed indicated that shielded a fully functioning bathroom. On the wall opposite the beds, there was a dresser, and adjacent to the dresser was where Kylie was. The left side of the room had a small kitchen complete with shiny applian
The Magic ShowKristen Sanderson was a 16-year-old sophomore soccer girl. She had wavy brown hair that descended to her shoulders and two soft brown eyes. Kristen had always been skeptical towards things such as the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, and magic. However, her opinion of the latter was about to be changed forever along with her life...
Kristen took a seat at the Soccer Banquet with her friends Emma, who had blond hair tied into a braid and light blue eyes, Peyton, who had straight blond hair that fell to a little past her shoulders, Claire, who had long red hair and soft hazel eyes, and her date, Jordan, who had neat, combed over blond hair.
The entertainment at the Soccer Banquet would be provided in a magic show.
"Magic is so fake it's not even cool." Kristen remarked as she unlocked her phone to check her Twitter.
"Just because its fake doesn't mean it can't be cool." Jordan said
"Yeah" added Claire "I can figure out how most of this crap is done but I still like appreciat
A New Mermaid's New Found Freedom“What am I supposed to do dad? Live in some kind of sewer?” spat Christina Smith to her father James as she stormed out of the front door, turning towards her dad who stood at the door. Christina stood at a modest 5’ 2”, yet she was a stunning young 22 year old woman. Her small but athletic build, coupled with a C-cup bust size, curvaceous hips, long strawberry red hair that reached down to her hips, and deep ice blue eyes would have caused any guy to drool over her as if she was his next Aphrodite incarnate goddess.
Her dad, a tall 6’ 4”, slightly overweight red headed man was more concerned with what people in his church thought of him over his daughter’s happiness and feelings. “How dare you Christina! I’m supposed to look after until you can get a husband so he can look after you instead of me. “
“That is such a sexist statement dad. Don’t you get it; I don’t want to b
(Bucky x reader) NightmareSummary: set after the events of The Winter Soldier (so there may be spoilers) Bucky has remembered his past and is living in your (an ex S.H.I.E.L.D agent) house (he has yet to find or tell Steve). A rouge Hydra agent breaks into your house. Bucky comforts you afterwards and he gets a haircut. Warning: may include fluff.
You hear the door open and close. So you call out.
“Bucky is that you?” you wait for an answer. No one answers and you hear footsteps along the corridor. You grab the gun Bucky made you have on your person at all times –you silently thank him for that even if you did protest at the idea- you creep along to the door silently. You crouch and lean round the door frame pointing the gun in front of you. You look up to the face of the intruder and find it is some man who you have never seen before. You stand and face him keeping the gun trained on him.
“Who are y
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You yelled as you went down watching as the door disappeared from your sight as you flew through the clouds short hair whipping around and the wind whistling in your ears like a high pinched song.
You felt your eyes swell up with tears....
This isn't..how you wanted to go out being a crushed bloody being on the road or the side walk..or where ever you landed.
And the fact that it could hurt didn't help you at all and the feeling of falling your muscles clenching tightly hoping to protect you from the impact.
You started too shiver as the air around you started to get colder..and colder, great another thing to add onto all this being cold as you would die.
Then everything went black.
When you awoke everything was cold your hands leg feet arms ears and so forth, sitting up you took in your surrounding....
Snow some ic
Kim's Big HitWith a flash of light she arrived. Kim Paler opened her eyes and surveyed her surroundings. It did no take long in the janitorial closet she had appeared in.
"Not my most impressive entrance, but necessary." She said with a smirk.
She examined the wall to her right, finding the precise spot she wanted. One of her cybernetic legs reached forth and cut through the wall, exposing a junction box. Once it was pried open it was a simple matter to attach a device that would filter some of the security sensors, making her nearly invisible.
Years of planning went into this operation. Stranger Industries was one of the top tech developers in the world, which made its labs one of the biggest prizes to raid. It also made it one of the hardest of targets to hit, with it having the best of security systems. A lot of research went into learning what kind of systems it had in place. Researching building schematics, where access points could be found,
The Sixth Clan Chapt.14 "You want this?" Hollypaw tossed a half-eaten mouse towards Oddpaw. "I'm stuffed".
Oddpaw sniffed the mouse. She didn't feel like eating, but took a bite anyway. She was exhausted after spending the majority of the day hunting her paws off with Ivypool, but she managed to catch her first proper prey: a small squirrel. The catch was difficult, hence the surrounding of trees in the clearing, but she managed to claw the squirrel before it could reach the safety of an oak tree. Now it was getting late, she only had a short amount of time to eat and chill before the first stars would appear.
The thorn barrier rustled as Squirrelflight emerged with Rosepetal, Bumblestripe and Dewpaw behind her tail. Hollypaw flicked her tail with amusement. "That's quite a lot of prey they caught!" She nodded at a rabbit dangling from Squirrelflight's jaws. Then she frowned. "Squirrelflight doesn't look very happy", she commented as the dark ginger padded towar
Bucky x ShyReader (part one)You walk close to the edges of the pathway. Next to houses and shops. You are just trying to make your way home after having gone shopping with your 'friend' you were quite tired of the hustle and bustle. You just needed some time to yourself. You were walking as quickly as you could with your head down and eyes to the ground trying to avoid contact with anyone. You keep a tight grip on your bags worried in case anyone would come too close. You were probably just being paranoid but better safe than sorry you thought as you slipped past the crowd along the path. Though you probably should have been looking where you were going as the next minute you collided with the ground.
“Ahhh! Son of a….” you elected not to finish that sentence. You look up and see a tall man holding out his hand to help you up. Was his arm made of Metal?
“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going I didn’t mean to run into you. I’m really sorry I should be more ca
11th/Reader Regeneration"Its okay, I'm going to let you die here anyway."The voice boomed, your back arched and your lungs collasped.
"And do you know what you've done, you've taken my girl from her home, and she is very angry, all this time your Master, and you didn't think of her, because she isn't just a human, she is a time lady."The Doctor hissed, taking the Master by the collar and pulling him forward.
You felt a relief as you gained strength on your feet, your eyes illuminating with yellow and gold and orange.
Suddenly, you saw the man who had taken you away and butchered you, and red alert was flashing.
"Finish him girl."He spoke, seeing you stretch out your arms and blast the man out of sight.
"Puny timelord."You groaned, falling to the floor.
"I got to regenerate now eh?"You sighed, wobbling.
He nodded and felt a tear fall onto his cheek, you wiped it and stood straight, and you saw stars.
"It all ends before you know it, like...the heat radiating off a bath before it going to tour natural body heat
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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