The vampires and nymphs were never enemies, but they aren't on the best terms neither. Common folks from the two kinds can only meet under a few circumstances, and it's illegal to interact with the other's soldiers, especially with the assassins. So what is Cross supposed to do when in the middle of their territory a vampire assassin runs into him with fatal injuries, followed by a huge pack of hyenas?
Myth!au belongs to me, the designs are currently under making
Tw.: Mention of blood, (infected) wound(s) and suicide
(Also sorry for grammar mistakes, this is my first writing and english is not my first language.)
Prologue
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Prologue - Nicu
He was running through the forest.
His mask broke into three pieces, his clothes were torn, and full of dirt, and the only weapon that was left for him was his small pocket knife.
He didn't know where his legs were taking him, but he was sure he left the vampire territory a long time ago. He was exhausted, his black tears ran faster than they usually did, and he weren't able to breath properly, but he had to run. Everytime he slowed down just a bit, he suddenly heard the panting of the hyenas closer and closer to himself.
He wasn't sure how long he has been running, but he knew that if something doesn't happen soon, the carnivores were to reach and kill him. He was running for a day now, and the injury on his right arm jut got worse since. It didn't bleed anymore, but the edges of the wound started to discolor, he was sure it was some kind of blood infection. And what made his situation even worse is the fact that he wasn't able to change his form at will at the point. He cursed himself for that, he was sure he could hide in the form of a little bat, and he wouldn't have to run anymore. Only if he could change his form for a minute, it would give him a chance to rest, and-
A hyena jumped on his back, and he almost fell to the ground. He didn't realize that the carnivores, sensing his fatigue, started to run faster. Or he slowed down while thinking? He wasn't sure. But one thing was clear: if he can't get the animal off of his back, he's doomed.
The hyena tried to bite his neck, and it gave him the perfect opportunity. He managed to lift his right arm, and poked into the carnivore's eye. It letted go of him, and fell down, screaming in pain. However, it's claws tore the dirty shirt off of his ribcage, and left a new, bleeding wound. He hissed up at the pain, but tried to ignore it.
The forest got darker as he ran, and his target looking soul shined up in front of his chest, like a torch. He was thinking about the opportunity to hide in the dark, but his soul made that impossible for him, and he was about to stop running, and just stab himself to death. He gave up on his mission a while ago, because it was obvious that the hyenas' pack leader won't be the one to attack him, if they reach him again. He wasn't even sure if the pack leader was there, chasing him, or just left it to the hunters of the pack.
He looked up from his thoughts again, and his eyes widened. He saw a spot of strong daylight in front of him. He knew he were saved if he were able to reach it. Hyenas hated sunlight, and maybe he was a vampire as well, the sunlight doesn't affected his real form, which he was in, since he didn't had skin as a skeleton.
He started to run towards the light with renewed strength and hope. The carnivores' growls became a bit quieter for a second, but they quickly catched up to the new pace.
He almost fell multiple times, because of the roots that started to get bigger as he got closer to the light.
Roots.
Roots on the surface.
He snorted up at the sudden realization, as he ran. Roots were most likely to be on the surface at the nymphs' territory, since they most old trees grew here. He came to the worst place he could, and he cursed his legs for that.
The light was only a few feet away from him. He ran even faster, when he saw a shadow from his right eye's corner. A hyena was about to jump on him from the side, and he knew he would fell down, if it reaches him, and there would be no chance to survive. Before the creature could have grabbed him, he jumped out of the forest to his freedom-
And he bumped into something. Or someone, he couldn't tell. The last thing he heard was a suprised gasp and the hyenas' growling, before everything went dark, and his last thought was that he wished he could have said goodbye to his only friend, Dust.
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First (here) - Next
(I know this is an artblog, but I wanted to post the prologue here. I'm planning on making a sideblog for Myth!au, where I will post the story as well. Sorry that the prologue is so short, I'll try to make most of the chapters over a 1000 words, this is around 600 word.)
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Thank you so much anon 💜💜
Here's a myth snippet to prove I am still working on it 🙈 I can't say when I will manage to finish it bc it's a very plotty chapter that I am a bit stuck with but...I'm ar a writing group tonight I am going to try and make some headway
"... from the stories Eliott’s told him of his past - a lonely figure, tall and wrapped in a long coat, walking across misty moors and forbidden forests to the villages that bitterly needed him but were too afraid of him to ever give him a home. A vagabond, a mystery, a bringer of relief wreathed in the chill of his brushes with the otherworldly."
This paragraph from chapter 13 of "A rose by by other name" by the amazing Ellie @flying-elliska made me think of the vagabond in the boardgame ROOT because it's a raccoon.
Like look at him:
If this isn't mythAU Eliott before he came to the city I don't know either!!!
I ended up disappearing >. < sorry! Anyway, do you think you could expand on the myth!au? Like, what do you have in mind for it? What kind of dynamic do you imagine for it? What kind of myths or mythical creatures would you use?
Same! Pretty sure I haven't written anything since, February.
I love learning about mythology too much to ever choose one so it'd be chaotic. The myth au would basically be all the boys as different mythological creatures from several different religions and mythologies. I think it'd be more fun to have it where people choose mythological creatures they want them to be because I'm always a fan of learning about new creatures. So if anyone wanted to choose like mermaid or ghost I'd probably write it. However, I wouldn't mind giving my opinion on what the boys would be. The myth!au would be a compilation of sorts of different monsters and myths.
A/N: Guess whose parents surprised their daughter with a laptop for Christmas and can now do even more writing over winter break ;)
"Hades wasn’t the man the tales had made him out to be. The stories around his name painted a portrait of an unforgiving, sadistic man filled with nothing but hatred for the worlds that existed around him. To mortals, he was the proud image of a perfect nightmare; the epitome of all things any human with common sense would know better than to challenge. To the Gods, he was a forgotten lowlife who deserved no place in their highest palace, and no title but among the souls he guarded in the underworld. The connotations that circled his name had lasted thousands upon thousands of years, and yet it only took me a few encounters to understand the truth untold."
I found him in a vacant tower of the grassy hills I often escaped to, those which still graced their innate purity, isolated from the greedy hands of mortal beings. The serenity could be heard in the passing of winds against leaves in bushes and trees, it could be smelled during sunrise the morning after a gentle rain, and could even be felt when fingertips brushed against the velvet petals of daisies. The vacancy of the building was displayed by its old and dirty nature, vines growing in between the cracks of the aged and broken stone it was made of. Despite its obviously portrayed age, the tower stood grand with pride, trying its best to graze the clouds as it leaned to one side. Few could find beauty here, but the grace of the garden that surrounded it brought life to this old soul.
I'd come here ignoring the warnings and complaints of my mother regarding the dangers of the outside. I loved my mother dearly, but I couldn’t help the pulling desire to escape from her overbearing clutches, always trying to constraint me from basking in the light of the days star. Since I was born, she’s tried her best to keep me hidden from the outside, paranoid at the idea of my being corrupted or taken away from her by tainted souls. Despite her attempts to paint the world as cruel and frightening, I was drawn to the places she tried to kept me away from. I craved the feeling of the cloud like grass on my soles, to feel the burning of the sun light on my skin, smell the scents of the blooming spring and look for shapes within the clouds. So, when the chances presented themselves, I sprinted after them.
And this, the serenity of the garden that ignited the flames within me, was why I could never understand how such a world could be anything but beautiful.
The scent of the bunches filled my nose delightfully. The soil was soft and cold between my toes, and the leaves of the bushes gentle on the pads of my fingers as they dragged along to feel the blue rose petals. I felt as if I were in a trance, oblivious to the chirping of the birds, my picking of the flowers, and, for a moment, the feeling of someone's eyes observing my movements. Curious to find the source of such a feeling, I doubtedly looked towards the towers window, and caught his gaze on me.
If not for my better judgement, or the white of the mask he wore, I would've believed he was a being-less shadow, or perhaps a trick of the eye. His body was just distinguishable to contrast from the dark of the room he watched on from. He stayed motionless as I looked upon him, waiting for a comment or gesture to be made, but he remained as still as a stone. Such an encounter should have felt awkward or unsettling, but my mind, instead, registered him as another mystery of the world I couldn't help but feel a pull to discover. I stood frozen below him as I gazed on curiously before my attention was stolen away from the window as the still air was brutally filled with the dull noise of my mother calling me home. Just as a true mystery, it only took a few moments of ignorance for him to disappear when I turned to search for him again.
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Months dragged along since the first day I saw him. I found myself venturing back to the hills as if by instinct, hoping the shadow would present itself again. To my dismay, the figure left behind nothing more than the blue roses I'd come to adore. So, to provide a dull satisfaction to my desires, I picked the flowers to admire at home on the days that I could not escape to venture the hills.
After a year, my hopes had already been tucked away in their graves, finding no purpose in waiting for something which no longer existed. I did, however, travel back to the garden now and again to take in the still serenity of the hills. Often I laid in the grass, tracing imaginary shapes and figures of the fluffy white clouds sitting in the sky, or reading with the rustling of the trees to break the silence. It was just as the day I first saw him, tranquil and isolated. Laying on the ground I bathed in the sun, eyes closed as my skin absorbed the warmth of the day time star, until a figure blocked the the flaming sphere from reaching my eye lids.
He stood dressed in a dark cape that covered his body from shoulders to toes, still dawning a white mask concealing his identity from my sight. At his entrance I rose to my feet, driven by curiosity to understand the mystery that plagued my mind for so long. The garden remained silent, the pair of us standing only a few feet apart as a soft breeze blew between us. I wished to ask for a name, but my body was filled with unwelcome butterflies that I feared would fly out if I parted my lips. A few moments passed before he raised his hand out to me holding a rose I’d never had the blessing of seeing until now. The white petals shined brightly as flakes of gold drifted off of them, a stem of vibrant jade standing firmly in his grasp. The beauty left me captivated, my hand slowly, unconsciously reached forward to take hold, my mind and body left helpless under the flowers spell. I’m not sure how long I stood fixated on the plant in my hands, but when I lifted my head, he was gone, and my mother was calling for me again.
Everyday for a month I went to see him. We walked through the hills together, smelling flowers, listening to birds, watching the sunsets. He was gentle when he held my hand, kind to me as he listened to my stories and my dreams, and patient as he taught me about the animals and nature of the hills I loved so dear. Most days I was with him, I would forget about the existence of the world outside of our own. The marks of mankind, rules of narcissistic gods, paranoia fueled imprisonment were all extinct in the hours I spent with him each day. Only the pure tranquility and beauty of mother natures design existed with him. This world that I resided in with him was the same as the world I spend so many days constructing in my daydreams on these hills, sinfully praying I could one day find in reality. This masked man was the escape I awaited to chase in my bedroom. He was the mystery I longed to discover, and the untainted soul I had begun to believe no longer thrived. He was the dream I’d held onto for so long, and in his hands my heart would soon come to rest in.
One day, as we sat beneath an oak tree, enjoying the sweetness of berries and fruits, I build up the courage to ask the question I feared the answer to. I was careful in my motions as I prepared to force the words past my lips. For months the wonder plagued my thoughts, momentarily ruining our tome together, but only for a second before his presence turned up the corners of the mouth again. I pondered the possibilities, attempting to find my own answers, but finding none logically or worthy to be true.
“...why do you still conceal yourself with a mask?”
Partly to my joy, and partly to my dismay, he seemed unaffected by my question. Rather, he finished consuming the red berry in his hand with his head slightly lowered towards the ground, seemingly avoiding my proposal. I waited beside him for a nod, a gesture, anything, too scared to ask again and cross a line I couldn’t see.
“..does your heart hold a space for me?”
My brows flexed and my head tilted at his inquiry. Carefully I laid my hand on top of his own upon the grass. “Is it not obvious?”
I stared at the side of his face as his eyes looked beyond us. The breeze was gentle as it played with the strands of his hair, tossing small, dark, pieces across the white of his mask. The beating of my heart became ever more noticeable as I waited for a response, the beat hard and steady against my ribs, filling my ears to distract from the feeling of anxiety bubbling at the pit of my emptying stomach. Beyond my command, my fingers gripped his that seemed to grow colder as the seconds passed.
A sigh left his hidden lips before he spoke, “Whatever feelings you believe you have for me may not remain when you come to find my identity.”
If there were any words left to be said, I was unable to find them. I didn’t know what could be said to calm his fear, no matter how irrational I knew it to be. My mind was blank as I scrambled to find something to say, and I knew each second of silence on my end was another second of a festering anxiety on his. So, I decided if words wouldn’t speak, I would let actions do so instead. Lifting myself from the cushioned ground, I placed myself comfortably on his lap, my thighs settled on either of his while my hands held his face to look up at mine. I took the moment to cherish the warm feeling that came with looking into his eyes before my fingers found the edges of his mask, lifting it away slowly.
The plastic covering fell from my grasp as the air was taken kindly from my lungs. I knew the stories of this man. I’d heard them time and time again from the Gods. I heard the about the hell he wished upon the heavens and the earth. I was told of the nightmares he cursed humans to see when their eyes closed, and the torture he provided to the souls he guarded in the hell he created. I knew the stories of Hades, but I couldn’t dream to believe them now.
The setting sun left his skin softly glowing gold, just like the flakes of the flower he presented to me the day we met, standing out perfectly against the midnight shade of his hair. Looking into his eyes now was like drowning blissfully into a pool of honey. I couldn’t help the desire to drag my fingers across his gracious features, or stare longingly at his fluffy, pouting lips. I looked to his eyes again and found a sadness I knew too well. The welling of emotion in his eyes was like that of a child, built on the basis of purity and innocence, fueled by the simple fear of loneliness and the unknown. The pain in his honey eyes was the last strike I needed to spark the flame inside me, to push me to plant my lips on his. His cold hands crept up from my hips, to my waist, crossing along my back as he tightened his grip on my body. The force of his plush lips on mine caused a heat to flush on my cheeks and my chest. The gentle touches he graced me with before were gone now as he pulled my burning body against his own as if he were scared I would float away. I could feel the steam from his body radiate to my own as the friction between us built with rushed movements. My hands pulled at the hair at the base of his neck while his forced my hips down to rub against the lump in his pants. My lips parted from his as a small whine of desire ghosted from my mouth. When I looked to him, the honey colored eyes he once adorned were replaced with dark golden orbs with pupils blown wide. Both our chests heaved as our lungs chased for the breathes we’d stolen from one another. His voice was raspy when he spoke again,
“Come home with me.”
Again, as my mind drew blank, the still air was filled with the sound of my mothers voice calling me home.
