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choking

The ticking kept on going, faint in the back of his head. His unblinking eyes gaze blankly at the ceiling, although it was invisible in the oppressive darkness. Only the machines and organs within his flesh moved to continue his life. Supposedly he no longer needed sleep, with modifications made hours before. Those couldn’t have been the only ones, he couldn’t move even if he wanted to. Lying on the sparse upper bunk he could hear others identical to him in form shifting while they slept. For a moment his stomach coiled up with envious rage before it was forced to relax. 

He’d heard the longer one was left with only their hearing, the more they sensed, but the only things his desperate mind could latch onto was the occasional moving fabric and the myriad of differing breathing patterns intermingling. What felt like years into the night was broken by the softest whimper, unnoticeable if he hadn’t been keenly studying every single noise traveling this crowded room. Were it not for his paralyzed state he would have begged to hear from whoever it was again. The tiny noise was echoing in his skull as he replayed it, frantic to hold onto it. Despair would have taken hold of his heart were it not made of steel, the sound was swiftly dispersed among his thoughts. 

He prayed for a malfunction, this unrest was a living horror. Without his willing the ticking in his head grew louder and louder, drowning out the breath patterns he subconsciously studied until he was sure he’d died and gone to hell, if such a place existed for him. 

Harsh manmade light filled the room, and the ticking stopped with it. As the others stirred and grumbled, the unseen locks in his body snapped open, allowing him to lurch and sit up. His breath and heartrate stayed steady, as they were meant to, but his mind rejoiced at all it could now see and hear. Never before had he been so happy to see the other clones simply rolling out of bed. The raw fear and insanity from the night sparked alight, urgently racing for a way to scatter. The first response from his body came out through his voice, and he screamed.

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Been trying to write about my hlvrai OCs, mostly Jocab, here's some drafts because I want to post them :) first is very short.

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Jocab had never understood the human’s want for privacy until he was among them. Their eyes were wider than he thought they could get, staring at his exposed torso while he was trying to wiggle on his new uniform. His mind raced trying to remember how to say the excuse for the stripes on his back and chest, there was no way one of these nosey humans wasn’t going to ask him about them. He really should have taken Benry’s advice and gone into morph again, at least try to make his skin all one color. 

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Clacking shoe heels on sterile white floors echoed through Jocab's ears while he stood perfectly still at one side of a door. Two pass from the right, one to the left, right, left, right, left. It was stupid how much noise their steps alone could make. Even through the clunky tin can they had him wear he could pinpoint exactly how many of them walked the halls, and where. Was he really that far off in his replication? Surely the incessant tapping got on their nerves! Although Benry had said his replica needed work...

He wasn't about to go back into morph though, it was hellish enough even with Benry's voice guiding him. Being so fluid felt so vulgar... He snapped out of his thoughts and his eyes focused on the door sliding open next to him. An involuntary scowl crept onto his face seeing the one he was assigned to guard. Dr. Maxwell was listening to one of the senior researchers he walked with, and barely acknowledged Jocab moving to match stride with him. He knew his bodyguard wasn't human, he'd been the one getting his gloves deep into the alien's guts while countless eyes watched and scribbled frantic notes.

Jocab winced thinking about the feeling of a scalpel on his skin, and the mix of searing pain with freezing emptiness that came after. He sure gave them a shock, though! Thank goodness for regeneration. Maxwell's hand movements caught Jocab's eye next, he wished all the humans communicated the same way. So much less noise. That was the one thing that redeemed Maxwell in his eyes, the young scientist knew how to shut up.

Jocab's ears hurt by the time they got to his charge's lab. The group moved on while Maxwell fumbled a bit with his keys, probably stressed over something small. After unlocking the door, he dismissed Jocab with a small motion, not even looking at him before shutting the door. Jocab sighed in relief, more than ready to stretch out and relax for a while. He started the trek towards the secret space he and Benry shared, trying his best to ignore the eyes following him.

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A lil animation, it's a bit clunky but it's my first so of course it is XP

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Shade

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"C'mon, you're not a bitch are you?" Vadim flinched while his three friends laughed. He sneered, "Of course not, I was just thinking of the perfect demon to summon and make you all eat your words." His friend Boris snorted. "Sure. I'll believe you when you walk your talk." With a huff Vadim grabbed a book off the nearby shelf, flipping through it.

He actually had no clue what demon to summon, or even which one he should. Might as well pick the scariest looking one to knock his buddies' socks off. Jyel... Quarok... Kelax... Ah, perfect! He landed on a pure black hulking demon with eight red eyes and large horns, Fersephlus. This one would work just fine.

Skimming over his description, he grabbed a piece of black chalk from his bag, starting to replicate the summoning sign on the wooden floor while his friends laughed among themselves about something else. After cross checking the pattern, he was surprised to see that the only activator for the circle was a drop of blood from the summoner. At least that would be easy.

Pricking his thumb, he squeezed drops of blood into the proper spots before stepping back and taking a deep breath. He smirked and called to his friends, "Ready to eat shit?" They just chuckled, fully ready to watch Vadim fail. Book in one hand, he stood at the marked 'bottom' of the circle, going over the spell one time before beginning.

He ignited a simple flame spell in his open palm, muttering the call for this particular demon. The flame turned ruby red, flaring up as he spoke the demon's name.

The chalk morphed into flames that matched the hue Vadim held in his palm, and he forced himself to stay still as the black smoke spiraled to the middle of the circle, massing together and taking on a tall, ominous form. As the flames died down and the smoke grew solid, eight blood red eyes snapped open.

Vadim celebrated to himself when he heard his friends' fear.

Fersephlus growled, "What contract would you wish for, summoner?" He seemed a tad bored, but his wretched aura kept Vadim from getting too comfortable. He looked back to his book, skimming through his description again until he landed on contracts. Quickly picking one out, he closed the book and replied, "Watcher."

From what he'd seen, and from how much energy he'd used, this demon seemed like a strong one worth contracting anyways. The Watcher contract seemed simple enough, just a little energy each day for an ally he could call on in times of need, if he understood correctly. The book was a bit old.

Fersephlus seemed amused by his choice. "Hold out your hand, boy." Vadim obeyed, expecting a handshake. However, Fersephlus kneeled and grabbed his wrist, biting his hand and eliciting a yelp from Vadim. He barely nicked the skin, but the shock rippled through his veins. Fersephlus stood again, a long red tongue licking where Vadim assumed his lips were. "You should read more in depth before you summon, boy."

One of his large hands covered Vadim's mouth, and a repulsing feeling of something entering his body followed, slowly dripping down his throat like mucus. Vadim would have screamed if he could as he felt something clutch his heart. Fersephlus uttered words of a language he didn't recognize before letting the boy go. Vadim fell on all fours, coughing furiously.

Fersephlus chuckled, looking over at his new contractor's friends shaking and clinging to one another. The fools had most likely dared him to summon a terror such as him. Hopefully they didn't value his life much, because Fersephlus intended to make quick work of consuming him.

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Crawl

Towok woke up to the tapping sound of the other younglings crawling all over the queen, and her low voice humming through her chamber. He was so lucky she chose him as one of her favorites, to keep near her all the time instead of in the main nursery. He had been sleeping under one of her strong wings, and he buzzed his wings to let her know he wanted out. The large black wing lifted slightly to let him wiggle out onto her back, where he was faced with one of the young queens. Her rainbow chitin never ceased to mesmerize him, and before he could move out of the way she chattered a laugh and pushed him. He tumbled down off the queen’s back, squeaking as he hit the bottom of the nest on his side. Luckily it wasn’t as solid as most of the hive’s floors, filled with tree bark from the trees used for building new sections of the hive, leaves, and a some bits of animal fur. 

He huffed and rolled to his feet, scampering to the front of his mother to chitter loudly and announce he was hungry. Her body shook a bit as she laughed, rousing the few younglings who hadn’t woken up yet. Her voice was smooth and deep, reassuring him. “We have to wake the jurlka first, but you’re good at that, nekul.” Her glossy black wings flared as she stood, most of the younglings scampering atop her slid off, their wings buzzing to try to slow their fall slightly. Only the strange pale one stayed, firmly in the middle of her back. The others kept away from him, the unnatural white chitin and red eyes kept their minds fearful. Well, most of them. Towok wasn’t afraid of anything, it seemed.

He scampered towards the door as quickly as his little legs could take him there, bits of the floor cushioning flying every which way. The Queen took her time going to open the door, amused by Towok’s frantic hopping. As soon as the door slid down, he sprinted down the dark hallways, knowing the way the jurlka’s chambers by heart. The others were far behind by the time he skidded into the open archway, squawking as loud as he could and startling most of the demons in the room from their slumbers. The nearest realized who was making the ruckus and giggled watching him scamper back off towards the Queen again. 

Now that he’d woken the first of the colony, Towok leaped to perch on the Queen’s back again, his wings buzzing excitedly. The pale youngling beside him leaned against his side, cooing in appreciation. They didn’t like having to wake the jurlka, so it was a relief to have Towok be so enthusiastic about food. On the way to the Queen’s dining room, activity slowly started up as the jurlka went around waking the others, and by the time she had settled down on her leaf bed next to the smoothly carved stone table, there was an ambient buzz that filled the colony with energy. What a wonderful life they lived!

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Written Chorus

This is a more recent fanfic of My Little Pony, although it still isn’t exactly great. This one isn’t finished either.

Written Beauty trotted down the road heading towards Ponyville, her packs heavy on her back. Finally, Ponyville came into view on the horizon, and a spring came into her step. Her journey was coming to an end. 

Written Beauty was looking forward to taking a bath, as her light turquoise coat was dusty from her trip, and her black with one white stripe mane and tail were tangled. She’d worked hard on earning enough money to build the dream house she’d planned since she was a filly.

She was greeted by a bouncing pink pony with a puffy mane, who immediately started ranting about how they were going to be the ‘bestest’ of friends. Written Beauty tilted her head, before saying in her calm, collected voice, “Are you the moving pony?” 

The pink pony froze, “Oh. No, I’m no moving pony, I’m Pinkie Pie, party planner extraordinaire!!!”

Before the pink pony could say another word, Written Beauty interrupted, “Well, it’s nice to meet you and all, but I need to get to my new house, I have a lot of unpacking to do.”

Pinkie Pie seemed a little deflated, but perked up and said, “Oh! Maybe I could help you unpack?” Written Beauty cringed a little at the pony’s loud voice. Well, I suppose help would be good. “Fine. Just don’t expect any bonds to form between us.” Written Beauty sighed, then levitated the paper with the address out of her packs. 

Pinkie Pie seemed extremely confused, but left her alone until they arrived at the new house. It was fairly large, and the pink pony gasped. “That’s your HOUSE?! I didn’t even know Ponyville had any houses that size!” Written Beauty smiled a little. “I had it specially built. Plus, I’m sharing it with four others, and one pony should be here soon-” 

Written Beauty was cut off as a dull purple pegasus zoomed to a halt in front of the two, quickly spitting out excuses. After her short excuses speech, she looked at the pink pony. “Yo, Beauty, who’s this?” 

Before Written Beauty could say a thing, the pink pony butted in, “I’m Pinkie Pie! Party planner extraordinaire!” Written Beauty sighed. “She’s here to help us unpack. I suppose you want to know our names, right Pinkie?” Pinkie nodded. “Well, I’m Written Beauty, and this is my best friend Flame Chorus.” 

Flame Chorus nodded, then went in the house, dragging a suitcase behind her. Written Beauty trotted in, looking around the house, noticing every single flaw, every single place where they had ignored her very clear blueprints. She sighed. 

“Hey, is this the way to my room???” Flame Chorus asked, pointing to a staircase. Written Beauty nodded. “I designed it with you, remember?” Flame Chorus scrunched up her face, before gasping in excitement, “OH YEAH!” Then zipping upstairs. 

Written Beauty heard a wagon pull up to the front door. Written Beauty turned her blue eyes to Pinkie, who was staring open-mouthed at everything. “Hey, Pinkie.” Pinkie snapped out of the trance. “Do you mind helping get some of the bags out of the moving wagon outside? I’ll be out in just a moment.” Pinkie nodded enthusiastically, then zipped out the door. 

Written Beauty was glad to be rid of the pony’s presence, as she was extremely tiring to talk to. Beauty trotted down a staircase to the left of the one that led upstairs into the basement. She sighed in relief when she entered the dark basement, where everything was calm and quiet. 

She flipped on a light switch with her magic, a dim, yellow light filling the room. It illuminated two doors on the left-most wall, and one on the right-most wall. A hallway beckoned from the right wall, and Written Beauty walked into it, remembering the way to her room from the blueprints. When she got to her room, she finally set the packs she’d been carrying next to the lockable door, and flopped onto the soft carpet, smiling softly along with her sigh. 

After a few moments, she trotted back upstairs and was surprised to see Pinkie beaming next to a large pile of all the boxes and luggage that Written and Flame and packed. “Wow.” Pinkie’s grin got wider, and she exclaimed, “You’re welcome!!!” Written Beauty stuttered out, “Thank you, but how did you?...” After a pause, Written said, “Nevermind. Not important. Well, You’ve already helped more than I thought you would, so I don’t think you really need to do anything else. Feel free to explore the house.”

Pinkie gasped then started zipping this was and that, trying to take in everything. Written chuckled, then levitated the first few boxes marked ‘Written’s Room’ as she walked downstairs. 

A few hours later, Pinkie had left, and the two new ponies had taken a sizeable chunk out of the pile. Both residents’ bedrooms were almost fully furnished, and most rooms had small paper signs taped outside them, marking which were which. The two ponies had agreed upon a delivered pizza dinner, and were now in the living room, fully bathed and setting up the main gaming TV. A ring came from the doorbell. 

Written Beauty volunteered to go see who it was, and trudged to the door. She opened the door, and was surprised to see her identical twin brother, Riff, standing at the door tiredly. “I thought you weren’t getting here until tomorrow!” Riff laughed. “Well, decided I didn’t want to stay in a bad hotel until tomorrow.” Written rolled her eyes and ushered him inside. “We ordered a pizza, I guess you can have the slices I was going to have for lunch tomorrow.” Flame Dancer gasped when she saw Riff, and catapulted into him, giving him a huge hug. 

Later, when Riff had sorted out his room and the gaming TV was set up, they all sat on a cushy couch, eating pizza and watching Written play some random game that Riff had picked up on his way there. It was an open world game, and they were mostly just exploring. 

The doorbell rang again, and Written went to the door, confused, with the others following. When they opened the door, a pony with an orange coat, dark purple mane and tail, and vibrant purple eyes stood yawning. Written tilted her head. 

“Are you Pen Ink?” The pony nodded, then spoke in a deep voice, saying, “That’s me. I’m the artist.” Flame Chorus grinned. “Awesome! Come on inside, I’ll show you where your room is!” 

Flame Chorus led him to the basement where his room was, as Written and Riff trotted back to the couch. When they sat down, Riff asked her, “Artist? I remember you saying we were sharing the house with someone else, but any particular reason it’s them?”

Written smirked. Riff was jealous again. He’d developed quite the crush on Flame Chorus, and apparently thought that Pen Ink was a threat. “We met in the story writing summer class a few years back, and I liked his ideas. A little bit after that class he started to make a graphic novel, and I’m helping him write the story plot.” 

Written smiled faintly. Pen Ink had a talent for stories. “He’s nearly finished with the outline, and he wanted a place where he could work, somewhere better than an apartment, so we made a deal. He’s paying us rent every month, like he would in an apartment, but he gets to stay in an actual house.” 

Riff seemed unsatisfied with this answer, but he stopped talking for a little. However, a question popped into his head, and he asked, “Wait, why did you ask if it was him at the door if you knew him?” Written Beauty sighed. “We met each other years ago, and have only talked over mail. He’s changed a LOT.” 

Riff narrowed his eyes, but no more questions came out of his mouth. Written Beauty snorted then said, “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention he’s gay, so he isn’t any threat to your relationship with Flame.” 

Riff glared at her. “What? I never said he was a threat-” “But you thought it.” Written smiled smugly as her brother tried to find words to disprove her statement.

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They All Fall Away

This is a very old story I wrote about My Little Pony using characters I considered old at the time, so beware it’s very cringey. Also my writing wasn’t exactly stellar, and it isn’t a complete story.

Luna woke up in a small chamber, with gray walls and a hallway cast in shadow. “W-what? Thy does not remember coming here…” She tried to stand up, to find her legs were broken. She used her magic to heal them, and stood up. Before she could do anything, she heard hoofsteps. Then two glowing, green eyes stared out of the hallway. A rough voice that sounded like Rainbow Dash’s spoke. “Of course not. Memory wiping is a very useful tool. The voice giggled. Luna didn’t know what to think. “W-who are thou?! Why does thou sound like friend Rainbow Dash?!” The voice laughed, and then sighed. “You’ll learn in good time, princess. Be patient.” Luna wasn’t as startled as before, and said, “Show thouself!” She ignited her horn. The eyes widened. “Calm down, prancy. We don’t want to hurt you. But we will if necessary.” Luna was growing annoyed with this pony. Who did they think they were, to challenge the princess of the night? She fired a magic blast at the insolent pony. Her eyes glowed brighter, and the magic stopped in mid-air. The pony was illuminated, but what Luna saw made no sense. It seemed as if she was made of tons of different ponies, and where they bordered was covered in glitchy like material. The pony laughed, and her body shifted into a different combination of pony parts. Her eyes were fuchsia now, and she blinked and she spoke in a voice that sounded like Nightmare Moon’s. “Oh dear. That won’t make Flamer happy…” Luna recoiled. “What kind of monster are you?!” She screamed. The pony looked hurt. Her parts shifted again. Her voice grew deep. “That wasn’t very nice.” She glared at Luna, stepped into the room and let the magic continue on its way. A small boom echoed out of the hallway seconds later. The pony was still glaring at Luna. “You say I’m a monster? Well. Says the one who tried to spread eternal night.” She spat. Now it was Luna’s turn to be angry. “Twas’ not me!! Twas a dark spirit! How dare thee accuse me! Who are thou?!” The pony stepped towards Luna, her now black horn glowing a dark green. Her voice was demented and warping as she spat, “I am Geode Flash, but my friends know me as Glitchy.” Her form was changing. She grew taller, and her coat turned pitch black, her eyes a neon green. Her mane was gray with a green stripe. Her cutie mark was a sphere with one half white, one black. She spread her dragon-like wings, hissing, “But you aren’t my friend.” She blasted green magic at Luna. Luna ducked just in time. She was about to fire back when another pony ran into the room. He was a pegasus. He shouted, “GLITCHY! Stop! Princess, don’t even try.” His coat was purple, as was his slightly darker mane. His eyes were pure white, and his cutie mark was a bloody knife. Glitchy turned to him hissing. “THIS BRAT CALLED ME A MONSTER!!!” The new pony sighed. “Well, that’s not too unreasonable.” Glitchy’s eyes widened, and her form returned to a normal pony. Luna was confused and scared now, and she stepped back, saying, “W-what does thou want from me?!” Glitchy glared at her one more time, and trotted into the hallway. The stallion turned to her with his blank eyes staring into hers. Then he slowly smiled a demented smile, and laughed. “We don’t want anything from you, sweetheart. We want that stuck up sister of yours.” He stepped towards her. Luna was still confused, but not afraid. “What does thou want from thy sister?!” He stepped towards her again, laughing. “I don’t want anything from her, but Flamer does.” He grinned. Luna stared at him for a while, then suddenly blasted magic at him. He leaped aside with amazing speed. He laughed again. “Don’t even try, princess.” There were hoof steps again, and a gray mare entered. She was a pegasus, like the stallion that stood before Luna. Her darker grey mane covered her eyes, and there was a streak of pink right over where her right eye would be, if her hair was pushed aside. Her wings were odd, as the edge feathers were purple instead of grey like the rest. They were folded over her cutie mark. Her hooves were odd as well, for they were purple. She spoke in a calm, sweet voice. “Purple, what did I tell you? Don’t scare our guest.” She brushed aside her bangs with her wings to show her eyes. Luna gasped. Her eyes were like a dragons, and they were light blue. “W-what is thou?!” Luna gasped. The mare smiled sweetly at her. “I’m a pony, like you.” She turned back to Purple, who was backing away from Luna. “You may leave now.” Purple kept a dignified expression as he left, but he seemed annoyed. The mare pushed a panel in the wall, and the hallway was closed over. She turned to Luna. “My dear, you seem frightened.” She flapped over to Luna, and kept her wings unfurled. Her cutie mark was a small green serpent coiled around a pencil, seemingly singing. Luna was indeed frightened. “W-what does thou want from thy sister?” The mare smiled sweetly again. “My mother wants her really. You wouldn’t have heard of her, she’s a bit… Isolated. She probably wants to know about how Rainbow Dash is… Or something. Mother is a bit… Obsessed with her.” She giggled at the look of confusion on Luna’s face. “Forgive me, I should have introduced myself. I’m Flame Dancer. I know you’re Luna. I’m sorry about my friend’s actions, we don’t usually meet new ponies.” Luna wasn’t afraid anymore. Flame Dancer had a calming, trance-like voice, that soon had Luna’s emotions numbed. Luna thought for a little. “What would thou mother do to thy sister?...” Flame Dancer stopped smiling. “I don’t know… But I’m sure it won’t be good.” She looked at the floor, pondering. Luna’s eyes widened. “She would cause thy sister harm?! Why wouldn’t thou try to stop her?!” Flame Dancer paused for a second, then backed up, her eyes widening in horror. “Yes, why?! Why am I doing this?!” She sat down, pondering again. Luna thought before she said, “Perhaps thou was controlled.” Flame Dancer looked at her, her smile returning. “Mother would never do that. She loves me.” There was a small bit of doubt in her voice as she said it. Luna stepped towards her slowly. “Who is thou mother?” She asked quietly. Flame Dancer sighed, then said, “M-my mother is… Rainbow Rarity. You wouldn’t have heard of her.” Luna tilted her head. “No, thy hasn’t. Thy thought thy knew all of her subjects...” Flame Dancer’s smile widened, and she laughed, slightly maniacally. “Mother isn’t ANYONE’S subject. She’s the queen of the dragacorns-” She stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes widened. “I shouldn’t have said that.” Luna said, “Why? Hast thou mother cast a spell that has made thou believe things?” Flame Dancer got up, her breath quickening. “I-I…” She backed up quickly, shaking her head, when she looked at Luna again, she was glaring. “I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to make me betray my mother and my family!” Her eyes started to glow, and a sort of purple mist started to trail out of them. “It won’t work. Soon my friends will come and take you to it. Then mother will avenge the deaths of the former king and queen.” She literally snarled, a primal sound. Luna backed up, shaking her head. “N-no, no! Thou has it wrong! Thy means no harm to you, friend!” But it was too late. Flame Dancer wasn't listening. The only thing that stopped her from attacking was Purple opening the wall and saying, “Izzy is here- Oh my. Um, is this a bad time?” Flame Dancer took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second, and then looked at him. “No. What were you saying?” Purple smiled that demented smile of his. “Izzy and the others are here now.” Flame Dancer forced a smile. “Good.” She turned to Luna. “I’m sorry for this. Oh wait, no I’m not.” She blasted magic at Luna, laughing, and Luna blacked out.

She awoke, tied up. Three odd ponies were standing there. The one nearest to her was what looked like an alicorn, but that couldn’t be. Only five alicorns exist! Her mane was black with a purple stripe, and her fur was mostly covered by a black suit that only left her neck, wings, and head uncovered, and her fur was ice blue. She had three lighter blue dots under her eye that wasn’t covered by her bangs. Her eye was blue, like the ocean. She had a serious, determined expression. The second pony was a pegasus, and she had a suit as well, but her wings were like a bat’s. Her suit was a dark purple, and her hooves had purple gloves. Her eyes were white, but that wasn’t the most disturbing thing about her. She had no mouth. Luna’s eyes widened as she looked at her. The mare’s coat was an extremely dull gray-blue. Her mane was a really dull purple, with a more vibrant stripe in the middle. Finally, the third pony, who was a pegasus, wasn’t wearing a suit, and her coat was blue with red stripes. Her mane was green with a yellow stripe. Her eyes were green, and she had no cutie mark. There was also a notch in her left ear. Luna tried to speak, but her words were muffled by a gag. The alicorn grimaced. “Don’t do that, you spit all over yourself, and it’s gross.” The pony with no mouth turned away, looking into the sky. A voice entered Luna’s mind, and apparently the other ponies. “At dawn she’ll come.” Luna stared at the pony, who was still looking out over the plain they were on. The crazy colored pegasus spoke in a rough voice. “How long, Izzyyyy I’m getting bored and Clover still owes me a game of Unoooooo…” Izzy cringed. “Just hush, Wild.” The sun rose as expected, and seemingly out of the sun came Celestia, igniting her horn and blasting magic at the ponies. The pony with no mouth closed her eyes and concentrated. The magic teleported somewhere else. Celestia fired again, with the same outcome. She landed near them, and charged towards them. “HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY SISTER!?!” She yelled. The ponies looked unafraid. Wild even looked happy. “IT’S SHOWTIMEEEE!!!” She yelled. It happened too fast for Luna to follow. First, Celestia was ramming into Wild, and then Izzy was pinning Celestia down, shooting her with some sort of device. Luna tried to cry out, but to no avail. Celestia closed her eyes. The no mouth pony spoke to Luna. “Hush, night child. She is only sleeping.” The mare stroked Luna’s face with one of her bat-like wings. Then Izzy shot Luna as well, and she fell asleep.

When she awoke once more, she was in a dark cavern, with a lava pit in the middle. She was tied to a wall, and Celestia was struggling on the wall opposite. The six ponies Luna met on her mysterious adventure so far were standing around the lava pit, with blank expressions. On one wall, there was a stone staircase leading up to a marble door. Carved in the door was a beautiful carving. On the right side there was a decorated heart, and on the left side was a decorated cloud shooting lightning. Luna stared at the door, and she tried to use her magic to free herself. Pain exploded in her head, and she screamed. Celestia struggled even more, but stayed silent otherwise. The six ponies below remained still and silent. It was a relief when the door opened and make a noise. Out of it came a tall yellow mare with a rainbow mane, green eyes, a horn and wings, and a heart cutie mark. She wore a maniacal smile as she flew up to Luna. In a sweet voice she said, “Well, we finally meet. The queen of the dragacorns meets the princess of the night.” Luna tried to stay as far away as possible from her, the mare just didn’t seem sane. The mare finally flapped away from her. Luna silently sighed with relief. The mare then flapped over to where Celestia hung, and glared at her. “We have already met. Remember? When you murdered my parents? Hmm?” Celestia spat back, “I DIDN’T TOUCH THEM! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, YOU CUR!!!” The mare just smiled and laughed maniacally. “THEN I’LL MAKE YOU REMEMBER!” She looked at Flame Dancer, and twitched her head. Flame Dancer motioned to Glitchy, and both of them blasted magic at Celestia, knocking her out. Luna yelled, “WHAT IS THOU GOING TO DO TO THY SISTER?!” The ponies ignored her, except for the no mouth pony. She was staring at Luna with those blank eyes of hers. Luna stopped struggling as her strange voice said into supposedly her head alone, “They are under a spell. Do not worry, night child, I will try to help your sister.” Then she turned away and Luna was overcome by darkness once more. 

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Corpus

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My throat is dry as sand. My eyes cannot open and the stench of copper stains the air. A low, throbbing beat pulses every few seconds and each wave of sound floods my being with crushing terror. As I sit up and rub my eyes, the roughness of my hands surprises me, it even hurts a little. I keep forgetting the scales that started growing a few days ago. However, it does the trick and my blurry vision scans my surroundings. Although light has mostly left this forsaken place, I swiftly recognize the small cave I’ve thrown people like myself in countless times. It’s a small dome shaped room, no larger than six feet in diameter at its greatest, and barely five feet in height. The tawny stone that encompasses me steals any moisture that touches it, greedy and ruthless. My only companion in this room is a bland, uncomfortable looking chair made of wood.

The only scrap of illumination that sneaks in comes from a crack in the ceiling that not even my smallest finger can fit in. The only exit I could hope to go through is hidden, disguised to look exactly the same as the rock around it. Even if I could see it, the lock is on the other side. I cannot deny that I deserve this punishment. Monsters like me need to be kept away from everyone, lest someone get hurt. Although I only have rough scales on the back of my hands that could tear open skin if someone’s hand ran along them, it’s most likely going to get much much worse. Who knows what will grow next?

I never thought I’d be one of the monsters, but then again no one does until they're discovered. As soon as we start to grow imperfections like my scales, all we are is a threat. If I don’t escape this place, I’ll shrivel up and perish. Various bruises I didn’t realize I had scream in agony as I force myself to stand. I find myself looking up through the crack in the ceiling, up at a dimming sky. Hopefully I can see the stars one last time.

As I wait for the light to die, I notice the crack opens up to a tunnel. I could definitely crawl through it, if only this small layer of stone would give. My stomach is made of ice as I feverishly push and scrape at what can’t be more than two inches of stone. Even though it seems a pointless venture, there’s nothing else for me to do. The desert outside will consume me if I escape as well, but the thought of seeing the stars in their full beauty drives me. Desperate now, I punch at the rock, hoping my scales will do some damage. 

To my disbelief, cracks split from the opening. Delight bubbles up through my entire being, and with newly found strength I strike the stone. After a few well placed blows, the stone finally cracks off and falls. Grinning and ignoring the dust settling on me, I drag over the chair so I can hoist myself into the tunnel. Keeping myself suspended by pushing my back and feet against the walls, I start to shimmy up. 

It’s very dark by the time I emerge from the cramped tunnel. Sweating and exhausted, I look up at the gorgeous night sky. Nature is a skilled artist, painting the sky full of glimmering stars. The chilled night breeze hugs my form and stills any worry my mind is still clinging to. With one long sigh, I lie down, and let the darkness take me. Death is what I deserve.

My dreamless sleep ends to a sound of a pot smashing on the ground, quickly followed by someone swearing. With a groan I prop myself up on an elbow, carefully wiping the sleep from my eyes. The distant roaring of a waterfall adds to the pile of confusion in my head. The desert stretches for hundreds of miles from my home! The first thing to greet my sight is a dark skinned lady with horns that resemble the branches of a flowering tree, a few of the petals even fall to the floor as she leans to pick up the pieces of the pot she dropped earlier. She startles as she notices I’m awake, but greets me with a smile.

“Took you long enough to wake up. I was afraid I’d lose another one of us to the sands.” Words escape me. How am I alive? There are more people like me outside of the prisons? I try to speak, but a cough shakes my whole body. Realizing my plight, the kind woman brings me a cup of water that is gone within a few seconds. The cool liquid sends chills down my spine, and my voice returns to me.

“I should be dead. I’m a monster.” She frowns at that, shaking her head and sitting on the side of the bed. “No. You’re like me, and the rest of us. We don’t hurt anyone, we just exist. Should we die for existing?” My face reddens and I simply shake my head. It is quite a foolish thought, now that she shook me from the lie I’ve been told since I was old enough to understand speech. 

My eyes snap to the entrance as five more people file in, all with strange changes like me and her. One of them even has feathered wings, and he smiles at me in welcome. The lady speaks again, looking me straight in the eyes with a calm stare. “You deserve life, just as much as we do. No life should be snuffed out because you look strange. It will take time, but your light can flourish. Never forget that we will be here to keep you bright and shining.” 

Perhaps I am deserving of life.

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Skitter

A massive dark hollow in the earth. Clicking claws against the floor patrol rows and clumps of cocoons, their observant eyes watching for any splits in their glossy surfaces. Five shallow inlets shoot off the main room, housing roaring piles of flame. Warmth floods it and dissipates in the only exit, a void of a tunnel leading upwards. The walls of sturdy black glisten from being newly structured for the cocoons, this queen’s first clutch, to mature in. It felt more like wading through the air, with the combined heat and tension. Any second... Just a little bit longer, and the hours of waiting would finally bear rewards.

Dozens of eyes lock onto one cocoon, hearing the telltale muffled chirp of a youngling about to emerge. All is suffocatingly silent whilst the nearest caretaker tactfully moves their claws along the cocoon’s surface, chattering all the while. Thrashing, the youngling inside punctures the shining shell with its small claws, and after a moment of rest it tears them down, creating an opening where the fluids it morphed in flow out in excess. All of the caretakers voices join to coo and encourage the youngling to emerge. 

The little hand withdraws, then returns with three others, grasping the edges of the hole. With one push, the side of the cocoon shatters, the youngling tumbling out with the flow of the rest of its fluid. Wasting no time, the caretaker scoops it up to cradle with one set of arms and fuss over its face with the other, moving hair and bits of the cocoon. The others cheer and scurry to one of the cocoons in their respective rows or piles. Meticulously tapping and running their claws around the gleaming shells. 

The boiling hot room is busy with noise and sound, soon enough countless cocoons burst and shatter. Hundreds of young are being carried out of the camber, and their chirps of fear and joy echo throughout the halls of the hive. A distinctive call announces a queen’s emergence, and her rainbow chitin stands out as she is carried away

An usually large cocoon among the rest makes its first chirp, and its caretaker relaxes his wings with a coo. Another adult nearby lapses her attention on the cocoon beneath her claws, interested to see what’s about to emerge. Another queen perhaps? A small hand breaks through the shell, and swiftly the entire side ruptures. Not a queen, but a very large youngling with dark blue chitin sprawls onto the floor. It near screams in joy, startling countless adults and other newly emerged younglings. Its caretaker grins, taking longer than usual to get the large youngling cradled in his arms.

As another queen is announced, he scuttles off with the special little one proudly held close.

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This is a pure copy paste of a VERY VERY old story I made of a horrible httyd character. It’s unfinished, and very cringey, but hey you might enjoy it. Please don’t share it but if you do go off I suppose.

My HTTYD Fanfic.

* * = thinking

“ “ = speaking

Zola is the queen of the nightfurys. She is a rare cross breed of crystal and multi color nightfurys, the two rarest species of nightfury. She is white with a band of black around her ankles, and white eyes. One day she was flying around the sea, when she came across Berk, and found The Lost One. 

Chapter One

(Zola’s POV)

I landed near the edge of a forest next to a village on this strange island I had found, wondering why there were so many dragons there. I thought I saw Pale skins (humans) on the dragons, but Pale skins hate dragons, so I must have imagined it. I started walking towards the edge of the forest and poked my head out. I froze in amazement, for I saw dragons and pale skins living together! There were every kind of dragon…. except nightfury. “No nightfurys, not surprising. None have gone missing since The Lost One, and he was lost years ago.” I muttered. * I’ll just turn into a pale skin for a little and investigate.* I took on my pale skin form and stepped out into the open. A skinny boy of about my age noticed me first. “Who are you?” he said, stepping towards me. He was wearing a dragon armor of sorts, with lots of weird objects strapped on his belt. *What’s my pale skin name?!?!* I was panicking, but I didn’t let it show. “Laura.” I said the first name I could think of. “Ok then Laura. Where are you from?” I had entered a state of absolute pure panic. “A small island not far from here. I was grabbed by a dragon and dropped here.” I said, hoping it was convincing. “That’s odd. Dragons don’t usually, you know, carry people off. Especially not here.” “Why don’t they?” I asked. “We’ve trained them and they help us in our everyday lives. Would you like to meet my dragon?” “Yes.” I said without thinking. *What if we become best friends and I can’t turn back into a dragon?!?!?* The boy was leading me through the village to a house on the top of a small hill. As we were walking, I noticed for the first time that one foot was made out of metal! (Have you guessed who he is yet?) “What’s your name?” I asked him. “Hiccup.” he replied. *Hiccup? That’s an odd name for a pale skin, no matter how small.* We had reached the top of the hill, where a nightfury was waiting! When he saw Hiccup he jumped on him, and started to lick him! I was standing nearby laughing inside, and smiling on the outside. “Toothless! Why do you do that?!” Hiccup said as Toothless let him go. Then Toothless noticed me and tilted his head saying “Who is she?”  “Toothless, this is Laura. She’s from an island near here and a dragon carried her here.” I stood in wonder, for Toothless was The Lost One! 

I stayed with Hiccup and Toothless for a few days, learning about dragons. One night Toothless grabbed me out of my bed and jumped out a window like hole in the ceiling! He carried me to a secret part of forest and set me down. “Why do you smell like my kind?!” He asked. “Because I’m from your kind.” I answered in dragon tongue. “But you are human like Hiccup! How do you speak dragon?!?!” He was clearly very confused by this, so I asked “If you want to know why, would you please let go of me?!” He was pinning me down but let me go when I said this. “Do you promise to not tell any humans?” “ Not even Hiccup?” “You can’t tell him either.” I took a deep breath and changed into my dragon form. “YOU’RE A NIGHTFURY?!?!!” He roared. “Zola, queen of the nightfurys is more exact. You’re The Lost One.” “The Lost One?” “The one who got shot down all those years ago.” “Ooohhh. Wait. ZOLA?!?! SISTER?!!?” “YES! I KNEW YOU REMEMBERED!” We then ran around in the woods playing until dawn. “We should fly back now.” “I can’t fly unless Hiccup is riding me.” “Hmm… IDEA! I could teleport us there.” “You can teleport?” “Yup. I should turn into a pale skin though.” So I did. We jumped into our beds silently when we were back at the house. The next evening we went back and I found out my brother’s tail could be stuck in the open position and we flew together. “You know, you could come back to the island now.” “What about Hiccup?” I hadn’t thought of that. “I guess he could come with us.” “But he won’t let me fly there…” “Why not?” “He won’t understand me.” “I could explain. I can talk pale skin.” “Oh, please do explain to him.” When we got back to Hiccup’s house, it was morning, and I could hear him inside calling for Toothless. Toothless rushed inside and dragged Hiccup out. “What are you doing why are you- ANOTHER NIGHTFURY THIS IS A MIRACLE!” “No it’s not. I’ve been here all along.” I replied. “YOU CAN TALK?!?!?” “Well yes I can talk. If I couldn’t speak pale skin you wouldn’t understand me now would you? Toothless can’t talk pale skin so I have to speak for my brother.” “Brother?” “I can see you’re confused. The Nightfurys live on a big island about a 10 days on a boat, but about an hour on nightfury. I’m their Queen. Toothless wants to return to his home and I knew you would disagree. So I’m offering you the chance to live with the nightfurys as an honored guest.” Hiccup was speechless. “Wait. You said you’ve been here all along.” “Yes. I’m Laura when I’m a pale skin.” “Do you mean a human?” “Yes.” *Wow, Hiccup sure has a LOT of questions.* He thought for a little, then said “Alright. I’ll go.” Toothless started jumping around screaming “YESYESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!!” 

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I’m writing more! LET THE WRITING COMMENCE!!!!! Also, for dad’s fifth question, it’s still Toothless.

(Hiccup’s POV)

The two nightfurys and human arrived at Nightfury Island, where Hiccup expected to see an island thriving with life. He was wrong. He saw an island that had about five trees on it and nothing else. “THIS is Nightfury Island.” “Mm-hmm.” Zola replied. “I was expecting….. more plants and nightfurys…” “Oh! Sorry. That’s a protection spell. I’ll give you permission to see the real thing.” Suddenly, he could see what he was expecting. Sort of. The nightfurys were all sorts of different colors! *Is that a Skrill?! Why is a Skrill here?* “Hey, Zola, is that a Skrill?!” “Yes. That’s Asta. You can meet her later.” They were now above a sort of meeting area.

(Zola’s POV)

We landed near Nightrock and climbed up. “Let all members of Nightfury Island gather for a meeting.” Almost instantly, everyone was here. Except Fi‘reh of course. He always comes to meetings late. “I can see you’re all confused on why there is a human standing next to me. I’ll explain in a moment.” My tail flicked happily. “The Lost One has been found!” Everyone cheered and did a little cool looking magic. Fi’reh pushed through the crowd roaring “That still doesn’t explain the human!” I rolled my eyes. “The human is Toothless’ friend. His name is Hiccup, and he is an honored guest.” I glared at Fi’reh. “Now let's celebrate!” “YEAH!!!” Asta roared. It lasted most of the night.

(Astrid’s POV)

*Oh, where is he? I hope he’s ok!* The rest of the riders landed. “Did you see him!?” I blurted out. All of them shook their heads. Fishlegs spoke first. “Maybe Skullcrusher could find them!” “Great idea!” 

Skullcrusher immediately followed a scent trail. After two hours or so, we came to a dark island. It had only about five trees, and nothing else. Fishlegs was shaking violently in his saddle. “I-i-i guess w-w-we land here….” I said.

(Toothless’ POV)

“Alright Toothless. Try again. I have a feeling you’ll get it this time!” My sister said. I concentrated hard on making the rabbit fall asleep. I heard a soft sigh and the rabbit fell to the ground, asleep. “I did it!” I roared. “Good job!” Asta said from the guard position. Then she stood stiff. She started making clicking noises, and I glanced at my sister in confusion. “She says ‘Five dragons approaching… a Nadder, a Monstrous Nightmare, a Zippleback, a Gronkle, and a Rumblehorn.’ That’s Hiccup’s friends!” “What do we do?!?!?!?!”  She thought for a bit then roared extremely loudly, “LOCK DOWN!!!! Toothless, you, me, and Hiccup are going to hide in my cave. Come on!” “Get on, Hiccup!” I roared at him. When we got to the cave, she whispered something and a stone blocked the entrance. Asta was waiting for us, and then went stiff, scanning the area. “They are in the meeting place. No, right outside this cave.”

(Asta’s POV)

“Well whoop de doo this is just perfect.” I said with large amounts of sarcasm. Hiccup replied “Guys, those are my friends. You don’t have to hide” I gave him a small glare. “Hello, secret nightfury island? Can’t be discovered?” Then Zola said “Hiccup, you know those pale skins, but they can’t know about this! Oh and, Asta, please be nicer.” I gave them another small glare and lay down. “Talk about pale skins to yourself. I got way too little sleep.” I promptly fell asleep and started dreaming of pale skins giving me sheep. Yummy delicious sheep.

 (Zola’s POV)

*Asta, Asta, Asta, why do you always fall asleep when I need you?* Hiccup was creeping to the door. “Come back here!” I said to him. “But they’re my friends!!!” “So? They can’t know you’re here!” “Why not?” “BECAUSE THEN THEY WILL BEG YOU TO COME BACK AND THEN YOU’LL GO AND TAKE TOOTHLESS!!!!!!!!!!” I raged. Smoke was coming out of my nose. “Is that why you wanted me to come here?! Just because of Toothless!?” “NO!!!!!!!!!!!! I SAW THAT YOU HAD THE SOUL OF A NIGHTFURY AND WOULD BE ABLE TO LIVE HERE!!!!!” I felt like roasting him! He wanted to take my brother away! “BUT NOW YOU’LL TAKE MY ONLY LIVING FAMILY MEMBER AND I’LL BE ALONE AGAIN!!!!!!” Then I felt IT happen. My Crystal side was taking over.

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(Still Zola’s POV)

Rage seared my scales as they turned into crystal. My eyes started to glow, and I charged at the ‘door’, firing a plasma blast that shattered the rock and I ran towards Hiccup’s friends, not able to control my rage any longer. I roared “LEAVE MY LIFE!!!!! YOU ARE NOTHING AND I CAN DESTROY YOU!!!!!!!!” They looked at me in terror then their dragons started to attack me! I roared with no meaning, then took to the air, my scales streaming white fire as I launched myself at the gronkle, Meatlug. She screamed “Zola! NO!!!!” Then stopped flapping and dropped to the ground! “COWARDS!!!!! LEAVE MY KINGDOM!!!!!” Then I felt something whack my tail and I spun around, unharmed by the axe that Astrid had thrown. “LEAVE MY LIFE!!!!!” Then I saw their dragons going into my cave, calling “Toothless get out of here!” “NOO! TOOTHLESS!!!!!” I screamed, diving at the dragons that thought they could take my brother! 

I don’t remember what happened to them. By that point I was full Crystal. I awoke to scattered dragons, all heavily wounded. I wasn’t Crystal anymore, and Toothless was staring at me as if I were a different dragon. All the other Nightfurys were standing around me, looking the same. Only Tornado and Asta weren’t looking at me as if I were a monster. I looked at myself and saw I was covered in other dragon’s blood. Fi’reh was first to speak. “She isn't worthy of ruling!” Murmurs of agreement followed. I was full of so much sorrow that I crumpled to the ground, sobbing. Tornado and Asta were at my side in an instant, glaring at Fi’reh, who was talking about how he should rule the nightfurys. “I would be a glorious leader and blah blah blah” I stood up, saying “I know you don’t trust me anymore, because of my Crystal side. If you really want that….traitor to rule, then expect many years of bloodshed and hate…. I just hope you can forgive me.” Then I turned to my room, where my portal was. I said “Dragacorn Island.” then walked into the portal, with Asta following, but Tornado staying behind, to ‘give me the news’. I closed the portal behind me.

(Tornado’s POV) 

Fi’reh’s leader ceremony went ok, seeing he was so cruel to Zola. Nothing is the same anymore. Even my music doesn't help. Every day Fi’reh demands that poor little baby dragons be trained to fight before they’re ready. Everyone thinks that elders are useless burdens to the island,  so they were exiled. There have been to many deaths…. all baby dragons. Fi’reh is a cruel ruler, and I don’t know why he wasn’t blasted to piles of ash. We attack poor dragons that think we will help them, but then they die.... As for the Dragon Riders, their dragons were healed then they went back to their island, including Toothless. Life has no meaning anymore.... We need someone to help us….. “Hey Tornado! Can you help me gather herbs please?” That’s Leafwing. She’s really nice and heals the sick and wounded. “Sure.” “Thanks, all those poor young dragons are battle training.” We walk through the forest for a while, stopping here and there to pick up herbs. Suddenly when we passed Fi’reh on the way to Leafwing’s den, she gasped and her eyes glowed! “One shall come, to save us, to help us out of hate. The Crystal One shall return.” she turned to face Fi’reh “Your rule shall end and you will die. The Crystal One is coming.” She gasped again and her eyes stopped glowing. “A prophecy. Fi’reh, you were never meant to live.” She looked horrified at the words she had just said. Fi’reh snorted. “HAH! You think ZOLA is coming back? NEVER! Now you know what I intend to do to this world. YOU WILL ALL DIE AT MY CLAWS!!!!! And you can’t stop me. I’m your leader. And my word is law.”

(Zola’s POV)

I was flying around the Death Ring Mountains, when Tornado popped up in front of me! “What is it?” Tornado explains what happened. “That little moron!” I whirled around, heading straight for the portal. Tornado roared “WAIT!” “What!?” “He knows you’re coming and he has LOTS of guards up, and what about the baby dragons?” “Very. Very. True. I guess I should talk to R.R. about this…..

(Later when they have a plan)

(Asta’s POV)

I walked calmly towards the nursery, looking like nothing mattered. “Halt!” Said a guard. “Why are you here?” he demanded. “Just want to check on how the little ones training is going.” The guard hesitated, then said “Well I guess you can go in.” So I went in. They were all there, and I woke them up and whispered to them, “Come with me, I will take you to a safe place where you don’t have to train.” That was ALL they needed to hear. I said “Cinra’dara Dracaco Isla.” The portal opened, and I went in with them following. 

(Zola’s POV) 

 Asta arrived and gave me the signal. Here we go, I hope this works! I concentrated on the portal to Fi'reh's den, and jumped in when it opened. A pain like fire hit me in the face as he clawed my face! I thought of all the things he had done as I bit him on the nose. I blasted him with fire as he tried to attack me again, but he fell back in pain. I took my chance to jump on the night rock, and roared at the sky above. All the other nightfurys were there immediately. "Join me, and defeat this tyrant!" They all just stood there however. Then I noticed that their eyes were glowing red, and their scales were dull! “FI’REH! WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!” I roared at him as he got up. “You think this is me? This isn’t me! They suddenly turned weird at midnight!” he roared back, his wings lighting on fire as he turned his powers on. The zombie like dragons slowly split into two groups, then one group crawled towards me, the other towards Fi’reh. He immediately started blasting them with scarlet flames, but they didn’t even blink. I looked at the dragons approaching me, and made a decision. “Fi’reh, can you still fly?” He looked confused, but said “Yes, why?” I launched into the sky roaring “The corrupt dragons can’t fly! We have to reclaim the island later.” I turned around, then started flying in the direction of the only place I knew we would be able to find help. Berk.

Chapter Two

When we landed, I ran to the village. When we got to the edge, I noticed it was strangely deserted. *Fi’reh!* “What have you done you red piece of dirt!?” I roared, whirling on Fi’reh. For the first time, I saw him actually look scared. He whimpered, “I led a-a-an attack h-h-here a while back-” I pounced on him roaring "YOU DID WHAT?!?!?!?" He whimpered and said "T-they couldn't withstand our forces and T-t-toothless was...Erm..." His eyes were as big as shields, and I could barely control my rage. "YOU LITTLE MURDER!!!!" I shrieked, clawing at his head and wings. He screamed and writhed and managed to whimper, "He's alive!" so I stopped, backing away from him, now a torn corpse that could walk. "Never, ever, ever touch my brother again." I whispered, then took off, following a scent trail I had managed to sniff out. *That moron! He never should have hatched!* I thought as I flew. 

After a lot of flying, I came to a small cave. I landed at it’s entrance, and noticed it was a tunnel leading somewhere. I used my magic to make a light, and walked into the passage. I walked through the tunnel, hearing the squeals of tiny cave dragons. I entered a large cavern, where the walls were filled with tons of different crystals. I looked at a glowing diamond That had a name carved into it. Zola. It had my name on it. A piece of onyx was next to it, with the name Toothless. A ruby was above the onyx, it had the name Scarlet. *Mother…* The gem wasn’t glowing at all. I heard the clicking of claws on stone, and turned to face a ghostly red nightfury. “Mother?” The nightfury nodded, and said, “Don’t worry about Toothless, he is safe.” Then she turned to a tunnel, and walked into it. When I got to the tunnel, she was gone. A voice whispered to me, “Go. He is down this passage.” I slowly walked down the tunnel, and when I got to the end, I saw Toothless, who had been covering Hiccup with his wings. He growled at me, then spat, “You attacked us!” I shook my head. “Correction. FI’REH attacked you. Now all of the other nightfurys are under the control of an evil force. I came here to tell you two things before I leave. First of all, I don’t expect you to help me. Second of all, I’ve missed you, Smallfang.” I grinned, then turned back towards the entrance, and raced off, calling, “You’ll never catch me, short stuff!” I heard him carefully get up, so he wouldn’t wake his friend, then ran after me. “Oh yes I will, blank eyes!” I ran out of the cave, Toothless right behind me. He pounced on me, and we tumbled around. Eventually I said, “Mercy! Mercy!” And went limp. “Smallfang wins again!” He cheered. “But Crystaleyes will have her revenge!” I laughed. He rolled off of me, and I looked at his tail. “We gotta fix that. Otherwise I might win next time!” He looked at his tail, then back into the cave. “What about Hiccup?” I sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand you. I… I saw mother. In the caves. I’m sure she’ll protect all of our friends.” I poked him. “Well? Is Smallfang up to the task?” He turned to me, and nodded. “Smallfang is ready for the mission!” I grinned, the raced off toward the shore far below.

When we got to the shore, he asked, “How am I supposed to travel off the island?” 

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Burrowed

“Mrrr~” A loving purr resonates through the warm air of the pitch black underground burrow. A youngling stirs, mewling as his mother starts to groom his fur. The darkness dissipates as luminescent patterns in her fur fade into life. A soft orange light fills the small space, and his mother’s eyes blink a few times as they start to glow the same color. There’s barely any room for her to shift, but she couldn’t be more content. She has her youngling clutched to her breast, keeping him comfortable from the freezing cold on the surface. Her back is pressed against a carefully curved wood beam keeping their hide-away stable. She fondly remembers the hours of spring spent crafting this winter bunker with her large mate. Hopefully his hunt was going well.

As she grooms her youngling, faint yellow patterns in his light grey fur start to glow faintly, and she coos in praise. Her keen hearing picked out a faint footstep thumping from a chamber above hers. Looking at the entrance to her chamber expectantly, she grumbled out a greeting as a green light came around a turn in the tunnel ahead. Bright eyes outlined by glowing green stripes stared into hers, and her mate hummed a greeting to her through the deer haunch clutched in his maw. He sighed as he dropped the food and laid down in the entrance, nudging it close to her and their youngling. The small demon squeaks happily, sinking his teeth into his food joyfully. His mother watched out of the corner of her eye as she grumbled to her mate, “Is the third room finally full? I miss your scent...” His rumbling laugh warmed her heart, and she took his hand as he offered it. “I won’t need to leave again until the warming, if our luck stays strong.”

The small space fills with purring, and as soon as the youngling is finished with his meal, he snuggles back into his mother’s chest.

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Bad Ending Encounter

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Neo's hand gently pet the stuffed animal his brother was being preserved through. He was exceedingly bored, and the ticking of the clock was starting to drive him insane. With a grumble he stood up, mumbling something before donning his boots and coat, checking that all his weapons were started inside the warm extra layer.

Stepping into the slowly drifting snow, he sighed in relief. Staying inside too long always made him go just a tad more insane than usual. He started walking, ignoring the branches swaying as if they wished to reach out at him, although there was no wind.

Any demon that was stupid enough to cross him wouldn't last long wither way, so instead he focused on a stray footprint he spotted in the otherwise pristine snow. It was human shaped, which was uncommon for these woods.

A malicious tingle ran up his spine, and his grin reached a bit farther than it seemed like it should. Drawing his favorite knife that mimicked a star filled sky, he started to follow the trail, delighted as a kid at Christmas.

It didn't take him long to catch up to the newcomer, although seeing the other human gave him pause. Shimmering emeralds darted around in fright, and a bright red scarf encircled his neck. He clearly didn't meant to be here.

It'd been such a long time... It'd be a shame to kill him and just dissect him like any other creature that crossed his path. This little gem was going to get some special treatment indeed.

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Wooze

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Soft winds brush white locks of hair across pale skin. Piercing black eyes stay unblinking, set on the plain white door. Shaking hands are bound to its sides as it sits on cushioned ground with legs crossed. Its mouth is stapled shut, but strangely comforting humming comes from its throat.

It jolts and stops humming as it hears the door unlatch. Subconsciously it presses its back against the wall.

"Mr. Martin? It's time for your daily check up." Its eye simply twitches in response. The woman in white sighs and draws closer, kneeling in front of it. What does this help? It stays still, fearing a taser in its belly. The woman shines a light into its eyes, then its ears, and instinctively moving to the mouth before she remembers it's bound by metal. Her hands briefly slide down its back and chest, not detecting any new bumps. She turns to her bag, pulling out a syringe. Its eyes grow wide and a low bellowing growl starts up.

Unphazed, she plunges the needle into its neck, eliciting a muffled cry. "You know you need these, Mr. Martin, or you'll never get better." It simply stares at her, eye twitching. After whatever substance was injected, she put the syringe back and left, hesitating at the door. "You have a visitor, I'm assuming he'll be in soon. Doctor Yale has missed you dearly."

It freezes completely in terror. That name, that face... It couldn't remember anything except primal fear rushing through its brain. Its eyes stay affixed to the door as it closes. Silence floods its brain again.

Time passes.

The thing's thoughts are interrupted again by the door's latch, and it tenses up. He’s here. The man in white. Much taller than most, with a warm smile and a hating gaze, he grins down at it. "My, it's been a few years, hm? I hope they're treating you better than the last place."

It stays completely still, even its breathing staying stagnant. He chuckles. "Oh cone now, Martin! Surely you remember your father!" It twitched. He was no father to it. Maybe its body, but nothing more. He sighs and sits in front of the skinny body, dwarfing it in every way. "We're getting closer to a cure, I know it! Soon enough my little boy will be back in my arms, and whatever... thing... is holding you in will be long gone."

It lowered its brow, humming angrily. He pushes on anyways. "Then if the staples don't go away, we might need to do some surgery before you go back to school, but you should be fine." He reaches out to place a hand on its shoulder, over the long messy hair. "I love you, son. Truly."

It flinched away from his touch, glaring. Who he wants is dead.

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Blue Fire

Part One

Smoky tendrils lick the sky. In the fading light they began to blend into darkness, their sources becoming more clear. A field, with long grass scorched away in massive patches. The swaying plants hid freshly killed bodies that were still bleeding. Some harbored feathered wings, dirtied by ash, dirt, and blood. Others were made of dark hide, once spread proudly but now wrapped around their bodies. Only the wind sang through the long grass, as if in a lullaby to the lost souls.

Suddenly, a streak of glowing white across the sky. It soared towards the nearby forest, screaming in anguish and rage. It was met with monstrous roars, and fire spewed at it out of the treetops. It was able to evade for but a moment, before its body was engulfed, crumbling down to ash as it fell.

Blue relaxed as he heard the rouge angel's corpse hit the forest floor. He didn't want to see another of his brethren die tonight. He was the only demon of his group that didn't have his inner fire ignited, and doctors were puzzled as to why. But he could still wield a sword, and his agility in the air was impressive, so he was shipped off to fight against the angels.

Shivering from the incoming cold, he drew closer to his friend's side. Her name was Isgona, and she was a soldier to behold. Her ruby red eyes could pick out incoming forces long before any other, and her fire burned strong, able to obliterate a fully grown tree within seconds. However, she couldn't fly. She lacked wings, and was too large for any of the prosthetic ones available. So she and Blue had been teamed up, he acted as her eye in the sky, and she was his fire.

Her tail wrapped around him, almost as thick as his waist. "Is it getting cold? Good, at least the damned angels will let up for a while..." Blue chuckled, nodding. "At least until Sola shines upon the fields again." Isgona huffed, a puff of smoke coming from her nostrils. "You'd think that she'd help us, being a demon herself." Blue rolled his eyes, scooting closer to her. "Being the light of day seems difficult, and plus, if she descended from the sky, so would Lun. Then the angels could wipe us out where we stood."

Isgona reluctantly agreed, yawning. "We should sleep while we can. Never know when the angels might strike..." Blue curled up against her form, sighing and clearing his mind as he drifted into sleep under Lun's gaze peeking through the branches.

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Part Two

The next morning was faced with bated breath as the scouts were sent out, including Blue. If the angels' reinforcements had arrived, they would have to retreat farther into the forest, which was a gamble by itself. Blue and his fellows split up, surveying the field that was splattered with scars of yesterday's battle, barely won by the demons. Although won felt like an overstatement knowing how many of his friends had been slain.

Blue sighed, refocusing on his task. Oddly enough, the grassland was barren aside from the speckling of bodies and burned away patches of grass. His broad wings carried him all the way to the hills before he saw anything, and all he saw was a few Krick-Kits gathering berries from a bush. He returned to camp, relieved to hear the others hadn't seen anything either. Although everyone was still understandably tense from the horrors of the previous day.

Silence engulfed the camp as tents were taken down and fire pits were masked. Their mage cast the standard camouflage spell so that the survivors could pass through the field with a vague sense of safety, and the group was on its way.

An hour later, they'd made it to the foothills, and stopped to rest. Isgona munched down a roasted squirrel, as Blue stared at an apple, his stomach roiling. He knew he should eat, but... "Hey, you alright there Blue?" he jumped at his partner's voice hitting his ears and her hand on his shoulder. He chuckled nervously. "Yeah, just peachy. Not like I'm a weight on the army because my damn fire didn't start..." Isgona sighed, frowning. "Blue, you know you're valued in our troop. Your spark may take a while to grow into flame, or maybe it will spring to life in an instant. Only time will bring your flame, you are not defined by it either."

Blue stayed silent, subconsciously leaning towards her warmth. Isgona waited a moment before ruffling his hair. "At least eat, your stomach will thank you later." Blue stared at the apple and gulped. His stomach was yelling at him not to eat it, but he forced his fangs to sink into it, taking a bite and cringing at how his body reacted.

Blue had just finished the torturous process of eating that damn apple when he heard the sound of beating wings. His whole body tensed up, and Isgona immediately noticed his change in body language. "What's wrong?" She asked, watching his face drain of color. He flew to his feet, crying out, "Angels! Hundreds strong, from the east!" All was panic as their leader barked orders that were lost to the screaming demons. Eagle's screeching from the east scattered them, but Blue was frozen in horror seeing a glowing mass of holy angels approaching fast. His stomach clenched, and after a moment the apple was retched back out of his body. He vaguely heard Isgona begging him to follow, but he couldn't move, the throws of his body getting rid of any food drowning her out.

Then, he heard her scream. He'd never heard her scream like that before, and he saw blinding light fill his vision. Something snapped inside.

His eyes filled with vibrant blue, and his wings caught fire in scorching intensity. His mouth opened, and he roared, delighting in the wave of terror he received from the attacking angels. He widened his stance before leaping into the sky, a ring of fire following him as he ascended towards the top of the swarm of angels. His mind was steady now, and he glided to stare down at his prey. He grinned before opening his maw to unleash a torrent of bright blue fire that obliterated all the angels in its path, leaving an ashy gap in the swarm. Now it was the angel's screams that filled the skies as he burned them alive, his whole body setting aflame.

It was a blur, nothing but death, fire, and sick pleasure. None would harm his friend now. When no more stood in his way, he blew out, slowly lowering himself to the ground. He felt so alive, so full of energy, so empowered that he couldn't help but roar again in joy. Isgona was the first to snap of the daze and cheer, quickly followed by the rest of his troop. "Bria Fera! Bria Fera!"

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Blue Fire

Part One

Smoky tendrils lick the sky. In the fading light they began to blend into darkness, their sources becoming more clear. A field, with long grass scorched away in massive patches. The swaying plants hid freshly killed bodies that were still bleeding. Some harbored feathered wings, dirtied by ash, dirt, and blood. Others were made of dark hide, once spread proudly but now wrapped around their bodies. Only the wind sang through the long grass, as if in a lullaby to the lost souls.

Suddenly, a streak of glowing white across the sky. It soared towards the nearby forest, screaming in anguish and rage. It was met with monstrous roars, and fire spewed at it out of the treetops. It was able to evade for but a moment, before its body was engulfed, crumbling down to ash as it fell.

Blue relaxed as he heard the rouge angel's corpse hit the forest floor. He didn't want to see another of his brethren die tonight. He was the only demon of his group that didn't have his inner fire ignited, and doctors were puzzled as to why. But he could still wield a sword, and his agility in the air was impressive, so he was shipped off to fight against the angels.

Shivering from the incoming cold, he drew closer to his friend's side. Her name was Isgona, and she was a soldier to behold. Her ruby red eyes could pick out incoming forces long before any other, and her fire burned strong, able to obliterate a fully grown tree within seconds. However, she couldn't fly. She lacked wings, and was too large for any of the prosthetic ones available. So she and Blue had been teamed up, he acted as her eye in the sky, and she was his fire.

Her tail wrapped around him, almost as thick as his waist. "Is it getting cold? Good, at least the damned angels will let up for a while..." Blue chuckled, nodding. "At least until Sola shines upon the fields again." Isgona huffed, a puff of smoke coming from her nostrils. "You'd think that she'd help us, being a demon herself." Blue rolled his eyes, scooting closer to her. "Being the light of day seems difficult, and plus, if she descended from the sky, so would Lun. Then the angels could wipe us out where we stood."

Isgona reluctantly agreed, yawning. "We should sleep while we can. Never know when the angels might strike..." Blue curled up against her form, sighing and clearing his mind as he drifted into sleep under Lun's gaze peeking through the branches.

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don’t get in her lap

she made me a sap

flashes of her

just happen whenever

i see girls in each other’s laps

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~Brother Bird~

I love my brother bird, although he never lets me be heard. He shares his nest, eggs of gold, and I’ll stay here till I’m small and old. My feathers are soft, once pristine, he snuck me into the loft, and made me into something unforeseen.

‘In due time, I’ll make you into something sublime.’ Still here I wait, although the nest still echoes of his hate. Wingtips brush, so soft and lush. Pins of pain, plucking as promised. Skin shown, wind blown, I wonder if my bruises go down to bone. His skills he honed, his flesh he toned, day after day, remaking me his way.

Father fear screams his call, and by his claws the last of my feathers will fall. I will not fly, just sit and wait, as two birds scream in debate. I don’t know why, I’m just a guy, the eggs of gold are dusty and old, and I can’t save them from the deathly cold.

His red eyes stay wide at what they decide. I am flung out of nest, two shots make sure I will never rest. Crimson flowers flow from flesh, undoing my brother’s harsh mesh.

My claws plunge deep, and he falls to a heap. An egg of gold, musty and old, will make a soft mold. Red eyes fall blank, blood flows from his flank.

Brother bird and father fear will pay. Time to make sure they never see the light of another day.