#hyron

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女子音樂組合 VIVA：李晞彤Carina(隊長)@carinalxt

、姜咏鑫Ada@geungada

、馬思惠Macy@mamasisihuihui

、張鈊貽ValC@valcmonkey

[angryducktimemachine]

My Star Wars Cryptic Hyron.

He'll invite you to sit down by the fire and will let you sleep by the fireplace and in the morning he's gone.

[angryducktimemachine]

Hyron.

Because I am sick and nothing cures a cold better than a new cryptic OC am I right?

[angryducktimemachine]

Local Cryptic Hyron

[redratt]

A little bit of writing I'm working on for my Baali, Ulrikke. She's a member of the true black hand.

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"You're bound! She-- she won't let you-"

Ulrikke paused. Just enough to watch the toreador squirm. She cleared her throat. Then spoke.

"Ye shall not eat of the children of Seth. Ring any bells?" Maniac light in her eyes. The signs of struggle on the body- "Stop. Stop squirming. I'm not going to eat you-"

Teeth clattered together. For a moment, the Primogen calmed. Just a moment. Then Ulrikke threw down her doctor's bag. Pulled out a bonesaw.

"This is work. You're a message. Isn't it great?" Her laugh. Soft. Absurd. "So your dumbfuck prince gets off her ass and does what she's supposed to. Beatnik shit stops when she finds-"

Her tongue clicked.

"... well. You."

Screaming. Disgusting tears of water, too.

"Stop it." But he wouldn't. They never did. Ulrikke hated that about them-- these humanity-kin, with their soft, living skin. Or-- no.

Not hatred.

Hatred was human. And she was not human. She smiled down at the fellow, at his tousled hair and wet eyes.

"You're going to be great," she said. His bones cracked easily; the sawing spurted like he was alive still.

"Why," he managed.

"The Sleepers. Well-- I mean. That's why I'm doin' it like this." His jaw dislocates with a touch. "But it's not, like. Personal. If that helps."

She had a feeling it didn't.

[pathosvignettes]

A new recruit

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to an old friend of mine”

Hyron assessed the motley bunch sitting at the tavern table. Motley he could deal with; motivations were another matter and he was reserving judgment on that. Still, they had Daifon’s friendship going for them which was a tick in the right column.

“Hello, I’m Callis!” and the half-elf woman stood up to shake his hand.

“I’m ‘yron. Please to meetcha”

“Iron” she repeated with a nod.

“No, ‘yron”

“Eiran?”

“I’ll say it slow... ‘yron”

“Ay... Ur... ron?”

“It’s ‘yron, ‘yron. ‘yron wiv an aitch! Gor, give me strength”

“Oh, of course, Hyron. I’m so sorry” and she blushed.

He caught the eye of the halfling girl across the table who was giggling at this exchange and decided she’d earned a wink.

As they sat down at the table, he watched as Callis pulled a slip of paper from her pocket. Her brow creased as she started to read.

Hyron knew what she was reading; he’d written it.

“Don’t look up, but I’m watching you. Whatever you do, don’t look up”

As Callis looked up and around the bar-room, Hyron decided that he might fit with this crew very well indeed.

To Characters and Stories

[ryuki-blogs]

This.

[casie-mod]

Hyron 2.0 nightmare