#ascuas

[ascuastheunstoppable]

"We're married." Good!Gunmar and Ascuas

Ascuas slowly looks at the smaller troll. She was laying in their shard bedfurs. “Did you forget?” She sniffs him, he smells the same. She gives him a little glare. “You sound a little surprised by that. If you’re sick, don’t come any closer. We are not repeating what happened last time you got me sick.”

[moonfrost-614-queen-of-darkness]

Ascuas and Gunmar are my favorite ship for these two. They just a cute wholesome powerful couple. They were each others many first. A shame they don’t get to grow old together. Thanks Arthur. D*ck.

[ailillthepumpkin]

Ailill felt something was wrong. She felt it in her gut. Papi always told her to listen to it.

She told her brother and Midnight that something was wrong. That they should go back to their parents but the young bulls only laughed.

Their laughter turned to terrified screams as they ran for their lives. The Koboji half breeds were hot on their tails.

Ailill knew she should keep running but hearing Midnight’s painful wails yanked at her heart.

She spoke a promise. A single promise to these monsters. These cub killers.

“Linx may take my soul but you will not live.”

She didn’t die right away. No. She remembers her parents crying and screaming. She could feel her mama’s hot tears on her face. She could still hear her papi’s heart as he held her close.

Oddly it didn’t hurt like she thought it would. Toa was right. It was like falling asleep.

@xdeusxmachinax and I have talked about how Ailill dies sooo many times. I think this is a fitting end for such a strong pup. @dancingamongtheflames low key gave me the idea while we talking about her oc Moonstone awhile back

[galoogamelady]

Commission for @bavarii of his Dragonborn, Ascuas

[pawnshopsouls]

‘Midst  the rubble

Starter for @moonfrost-614-queen-of-darkness

“Bonely!” Salem called, his voice echoing across the rubble strewn battle field. “Bonely!” 

No answer. The clerical troll could’ve kicked himself but the silence was punishment enough. He’d had only one job - to keep his brother inside while the new moon was out, and he screwed it up. He’d made the mistake of lighting a fire to keep Shyce at the back of the rune circle, and GummGumms had come to see who was there. He tried to keep them out, tried to fend them off, but somehow one got in, broke the rune circle and let Shyce out. That was the last thing he remembered before a sharp blow to the head and the sound of Shyce’s laughter as rubble hit the ground.

It wasn’t until after the battle was over that the stony cleric regained consciousness from beneath the rubble of two dead gummgumms, with his brother nowhere to be seen. Deya and Vendel believed him to have either been lost among the dead or trapped with in the darklands with the rest of Gunmar’s vile army. Bonely didn’t die easily and Sal knew that if he did die, his magic would just reconstruct him and he’d wake up complaining about his aches and pains. The problem was that Bonely’s magic had a smell and that smell was nowhere to be found.

Still, he continued his search until he’d wandered to a patch of land far from the battlefield. Salem’s ears perked at the smell of smoke. Maybe Bonely was here? His excitement vanished as he reached the source of the smoke, and his stomach clenched at the sight. Before him, tents smoldered in the early morning as the smell of fire and the dust of troll stone filled the air. His ears pinned back as he ventured forward.

From a distance it looked like a battle had been fought - perhaps it had- but as Salem inspected the rubble, he found that none bore any armor and some even smelled like young whelps. He fought to keep his stomach in line as he battled the horror filling his chest. This had been a village, possibly maybe even a refugee encampment. Had the gummgumms done this? Had those infernal fiends really sated their bloodlust on likes of mares and whelps? On the helpless and infirm!?

The cleric felt his stone burn with fury and disgust, but his thoughts were interrupted by the mewl of a hatchling whelp. Salem’s ears perked to attention as he bolted toward the sound. Any survivor was better than none - especially a youngster!

[vesselsealed]

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[seraimstories]

Prendía los dientes de león y soplaba las ascuas que volaban por todos los bosques.

_Seraím

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