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[moonside-theo-blog]

By The Moonlight || Self Para

It had only been a few nights since the fight at his bar and he was still livid from it. He hadn’t even been able to re-open it because every time he so much as looked at his bar he started shaking in anger from what had happened.  Theo had decided that maybe a walk in the moonlight would do him some good, especially with the full moon approaching. Although if he approached something that aggravated him, it could end up very bad.

Theo had been walking for only a half hour or so before he came across the scene of someone seemingly mugging an old man. Which in his book was a big no-no. Even in his pack there was an understanding that you don’t go after someone who can’t fight back. Such as children, women and the elderly. Although he’s met a few women who can hold their own no problem. Quickly he approached the young man from behind and jerked his shoulder, turning him around. “What do you think you’re doing? What has that man every done to you?” He demanded in the boy’s face.

The boy, no older than 20 stuttered, not sure what to say. Of course he didn’t have anything to say, there was no excuse for his actions. Theo was going to make sure he realized that. He looked over at the old man before nodding down the street. “You get home safely sir, this child won’t be bothering you no more.” He spat, but flashed the old man a smile before he walked away. When he was out of range he turned his attention back to the boy, gripping his neck. “Do you enjoy taking advantage of old men, boy?” He asked, lifting the boy off the ground.

He struggled for for air, clawing at Theo’s hand as he shook his head. It wasn’t hard to see the desperation on his face, but that didn’t make the man go any easier on him. “No? Well that’s not how it appeared. Now, I have a way of dealing with folks like you. You’re not gonna like it, but then again you didn’t really worry about that old man while you were mugging him.” He said tightening his grip around the boys throat before throwing him to the ground like a piece of trash. And in his mind, he was. Just some piece of trash that he had to take care of. Just like those thugs that had walked into his bar the other night and decided to start a fight.

The boy had attempted to start to crawl away, but he just stomped down on his chest, knocking whatever air he had out of him. Leaning over him, he growled “This is going to be one lesson you never forget.” The boy never even got to beg for mercy before Theo shoved his hand through the boy’s chest cavity, reaching down into his soul. It was pathetic, probably not even 50%, but it was worth it. He’d gotten the piece of scum off the streets and it had felt good. Probably a little too good.

He realized that this was why he was here, in this town. Not to run some little bar and call someone a cab every once in awhile. It was to be out here helping others, giving them what they rightfully deserved. The term vigilante crossed his mind, and he liked it. That was what it was, and that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It was a good thing he was trying to do. And he wasn’t going to stop until he got all the filth off the streets.

[cooped-up-quasi-blog]

A Chance || Self Para

Quasimodo was sweeping up the inside of the church, making sure that it would be ready for the next day. This was the only time that he was aloud down there, late at night when it was closed and nobody would ever see him. Everyone else who lived there, on the lower levels of course, were already asleep as well. It was just him left to do all of the hard and dirty work. For him, this was how he paid for his stay. All of a sudden, he heard the doors open. He quickly went to shield himself and yelled out, “We’re closed for the night. Come back tomorrow morning!” He knew that if he was seen they would be disgusted by him and if Father Frollo found out that somebody had seen him, he would be furious.

“Please, help me.” The old woman begged. She told Quasi how she was sick and injured, and he knew that he couldn’t turn her away. He had to help her in some way. So, he brought her up to the very top level of the church, were he lived. He made sure she had food, and blankets. At least for that night. He had to do something to help her, until she could get help elsewhere. Maybe in the morning she could go down and ask for help from Father Frollo herself, but she couldn’t mention what Quasi had done for her if that happened. Because even though he knew that what he was doing was right, or at least it felt right, he knew that it would only anger Father Frollo, which was something he didn’t want to do.

That night he slept on a makeshift bed, and gave her his. It wasn’t much but it was something and she needed it more than him. Then, in the morning when he woke up she was standing next to his bed over him. His first thought was that she needed his help with something, but before he could even say anything she opened her hand and held out a beaded bracelet. “This is to thank you for last night.” She said, and then explained exactly what it was.

He almost couldn’t believe it. That was, until he put it on and got transformed into a normal boy, a normal person. He was no longer a monster. But then she told him about the catch. He had to take it off every day or else I would get smaller and smaller and he would become this boy forever. But, taking it off once a day was a small price to pay for being able to go out in the real world. To go to Hogwarts, the school he had always dreamed about. But he knew that even though he had this bracelet and looked normal, Father Frollo would still never let him leave. Magic was the devil’s work and Father Frollo would never allow it. So, he waited for night to fall again and while he was doing his usual chores he left, and with no intentions of going back anytime soon.

[hear-no-evil-binky]

Run Run as Fast as You Can || Self-para

Binky was running furiously around the house, trying to find anywhere he could to hide. Hide somewhere away from his mother. He had gotten his brother tucked away, hopefully safely, and now it was his turn to find a hiding spot. They knew that if they hid together it would only increase the probability of them both being found. They had learned this the hard way. It was only when he heard his brothers cry for help that he knew it was too late. He turned away and ran towards what he was running away. But, also ran towards his brother to hopefully save him or somehow help him.

But it was too late, when he got there their mother had already begun experimenting. The boys had long ago given up on trying to figure out what it was she expected of the two. Now they just focused on surviving. Trying to get away from her as much as possible. When school is in session it’s no problem, but during summer and winter break it was harder. She always wanted them to come home when they could, or else there would be consequences. One year the boys had tried staying at Hogwarts for Christmas break, but by the time summer came she was furious and they ended up with a few broken bones.

Never disobey her. That was one thing they learned from early on. No matter how many times they hid, or avoided her they never outwardly disobeyed her. That would be the biggest mistake they could ever make. Although, she never really tried to injure them. Not if she didn’t need to as a punishment at least. She never seemed to injure them just for sport, but most of the time the experiments came with injuries. She would swear that she gave them super strength and then try to test it out, which would result in a broken arm or something along those lines. With her, trouble just always followed. And they knew that they would be better off away from her.

[demon-dragon-hybrid]

Not so Rough Landing || Self Para

I landed on the ground and shifted from my dragon form, into my human form. It wasn’t unusual for me to go take a fly whenever I felt like it, or if I just wanted to clear my mind. I landed in a field, seeing as it was big enough for me to land without breaking anything. I mostly tried to fins an open and empty space when I landed, seeing as it was uncomfortable to land on a big tree branch, or even a tree trunk. Looking around me I could help but notice that there was someone, most likely and elf or a wood nymph, who was watching me. I slowly turned towards them, as to not alarm them. As far as I knew, they were most likely easily startled creatures. “Hello, I know that you’re there watching me.” I said to them, making sure that they could hear me clearly as I let my voice ring throughout the forest. I saw her slowly start to reveal herself, and waited until she was completely in the open until I said anything else. “Did you see that just now? Did you see me coming down as a dragon and shifting back into a human?” I asked her, wanting to know if she saw everything or not. She nodded her head and I smirked. “I’m not a shifter by the way, I’m a dragon.” I told her, taking a few steps closer to her. I saw her start to back away slowly as she began shaking.

“O-Oh, well y-you’re a v-very handsome d-dragon!” She said so quietly that I could barely hear her. I could see the terror in her eyes. The closer I got to her, the more frantic to get away she seemed. Although she only started to stumble as she backed away. When she backed into a tree, tears filled her eyes. “P-Please d-don’t h-hurt m-me.” She pleaded with me. I couldn’t help but laugh. She was so intimidated by me by simply being in my presence. This whole situation was comical.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Much.” I said as I let out a puff of smoke and watched as she started to wail. 

[paint-some-pictures]

There's Magic in You're Art || Self para

Pascal was still a child when he first started showing signs of his magical abilities through his paintings. Before than, his parents where somewhat worried that he might never show signs. However, when the drawing came to life, their worries drifted away. For the little boy, he got worried about these. He was always used to drawing whatever emotion he felt, but now he had to be careful. What if he drew a monster and it came alive and ate him and his family? But that didn’t stop him from drawing nice things, such as portraits of his family, or animals. His favorite thing to draw was nature, whether it be flowers or a forest, he would draw it. Sometimes he would draw a withering flower and suddenly petals would be on the ground below the easels. At first he found it somewhat fascinating how they would come to life. He even started drawing things that he wanted and every once a while it would come alive. Sadly his parents always made him get rid of it. Then, one day about a month or two after these rare assurances started happening he got angry and frustrated at his parents because they wanted him to stop drawing for a while but he refused them. Instead he made painting of colors and swirls and angry monsters with distorted faces. When it started to crawl out of the painting that anger turned to fear. He didn’t know what to do as he was suddenly frozen. Thankfully his parents erased it before it did much damage. The beast had managed to destroy some of his other paintings however. Pascal had decided to lock up his painting convinced he would never touch a paint brush again.He ended up proving himself wrong when he drew a beautiful scenery of a meadow. Thankfully he rarely ever gets mad so he has hardly anything to worry about.