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Raksashas by Conflux Creatures
Rakshasa from Indian mythology.
Rakshasas were believed to have been created from the breath of Brahma when he was asleep at the end of the Satya Yuga. As soon as they were created, they were so filled with bloodlust that they started eating Brahma himself. Brahma shouted Rakshama (Sanskrit for “Protect me!”) and Vishnu came to his aid, banishing to Earth all Rakshasas (named after Brahma’s cry for help).
Rakshasas were most often depicted as shape-shifting, fierce-looking, enormous monstrous-looking creatures, with two fangs protruding from the top of the mouth and having sharp, claw-like fingernails. They are shown as being mean, growling beasts, and as insatiable man-eaters that could smell the scent of human flesh. Some of the more ferocious ones were shown with flaming red eyes and hair, drinking blood with their palms or from a human skull (similar to representations of vampires in later Western mythology). Generally they could fly, vanish, and had maya (magical powers of illusion), which enabled them to change size at will and assume the form of any creature. The female equivalent of rakshasa is rakshasi.
In the world of the Ramayana and Mahabharata, Rakshasas were a populous race. There were both good and evil rakshasas, and as warriors they fought alongside the armies of both good and evil. They were powerful warriors, expert magicians and illusionists. As shape-changers they could assume different physical forms. As illusionists, they were capable of creating appearances which were real to those who believed in them or who failed to dispel them. Some of the rakshasas were said to be man-eaters, and made their gleeful appearance when the slaughter on a battlefield was at its worst. Occasionally they served as rank-and-file soldiers in the service of one or another warlord.
Aside from its treatment of unnamed rank-and-file Rakshasas, the epics tell the stories of certain members of the “race” who rose to prominence, some of them as heroes, most of them as villains.
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Vahrzaw | Shadows of the Forest | 1995
Australian Raw Black Metal
A look back at Haborym and his death influenced style of raw black metal. A lot of people don’t pay any mind to the mid 90′s scene in Australia; lets fix that.
https://vahrzaw.bandcamp.com/album/shadows-demo-1995
Real old wizards use Grenadier Models’ AD&D miniatures, featuring Ray Rubin’s box art for set 2001: Wizards, the “elephantine rakshasa” and “reptilian rakshasa” from blister pack 101: Rakshasas, and the red dragon from large box 5009: Dragon’s Lair (Dragon 56, December 1981)
Hindu Mythology & Deities
- Hindu deities (24)-
Rakshasas
Rakshasa is a supernatural being in Hindu mythology. Rakshasa is a good deity of the southwest guardian of the Dharma, Rasetsuten, who belongs to the twelve heavens, one of the heavens in Buddhism. It is also known as Rasetu. Rasetu is a general term for the demon gods, also translated as Rasetsuki, Sosetsuki, and Kai.
Rakshasas are also called "man-eaters”. A female rakshasa is known as a rakshasi. A female rakshasi in human form is a rakshesha. The terms asura and rakshasa are sometimes used interchangeably. Rakshasas were believed to have been created from the breath of Brahma when he was asleep at the end of the Satya Yuga. As soon as they were created, they were so filled with bloodlust that they started eating Brahma himself. Brahma shouted "Rakshama!" (Sanskrit for "Protect me!") and Vishnu came to his aid, banishing to Earth all Rakshasas (named after Brahma's cry for help).
インド神話と神様たち
−ヒンドゥー教時代からの神々(24)–
ラークシャサは、ヒンドゥー神話に登場する超自然的な存在である。この神話が他の宗教に影響を与えたように、ラークシャサは後に仏教に取り入れられた。ラークシャサは仏教の天部の一つ十二天に属する西南の護法善神、羅刹天（らせつてん）のことである。羅刹（らせつ）とも言う。羅刹とは鬼神の総称であり、羅刹鬼（らせつき）・速疾鬼（そくしつき）・可畏（かい）とも訳される。 ラークシャサは「人喰い」とも呼ばれている。女性のラクシャーサはラクシャーシと呼ばれている。人間の形をした女性のラクシャはラクシャ。アスラとラークシャサは時々同じ意味で使われている。 ラークシャサは、サティヤ・ユガの終わりにブラフマーが眠っていた時に、ブラフマーの呼吸から生まれたと考えられていた。創造されるや否や、彼らは血に飢えていたため、ブラフマー自身を食べ始めた。
ブラフマは "ラクシャマ！"と叫び(サンスクリット語で「私を守ってください！」の意味)、ヴィシュヌが彼を助けに来て、すべてのラークシャサ(ブラフマの助けを求める叫びにちなんで名付けられた)を地球に追放した。
Are the Rakshasas from Dungeons and Dragons furbait?
Yes. Yes, absolutely yes. No doubt in my mind. What a dapper gentleman and I just love this design. It is great. Just so furrybait.
True as True Can Be // Beauty! Reader x the Beast.
“Ever a surprise, ever as before...”
Once upon a time…
A woman raced through the woods.
The rain pounded as powerfully as her heart, but neither wind nor terror could steer her away. Not her fear. Not her father nor William...nothing could stop her tonight. Perhaps a lesser person would have run or hidden themselves away. And perhaps some small, frightened part of her wanted to do just that…
But she couldn’t.
She had to do this.
For her father. For her family.
Swallowing her fear, Y/N ran on through the wind and the rain and the darkness, fighting the storm and the terror.
She was soaked and shivering, the cold sinking deep into her bones...and the rose. It was tucked into her hair, the red petals wet with raindrops. Never before would she have imagined that such a pretty flower would have caused so much trouble.
If she had known...if she had only known better...then Y/N never would have asked for the gift.
But she did. And there was nothing she nor her father could do to change that. Y/N had never expected him to run though the door, wide eyed and babbling wildly. When he had fallen into her arms, shivering and rain soaked, Y/N had felt so terrified. But his story only made her terror grow, her heart growing colder with every word.
A red rose.
So beautiful and sweet, the very gift his only daughter had asked of him. He had only wished to pick one, just to see the smile on her face…
A beast.
So terrifying and evil, the most horrifying monster he had ever laid eyes on. The moment her father had plucked the rose, a terrifying roar broke through the air. Before him, a beast appeared from the shadows, snarling and biting.
A promise.
The beast stepped forward, snarling a threat...demanding something. In exchange for that red rose, the beast demanded something in return.
A sacrifice.
A willing sacrifice, a soul to keep. He only let her father live and leave just to return home for this one night, just to say goodbye.
Her father had babbled about finding the hunter William, defeating the monster...stopping the curse. But in her heart, Y/N had known that nothing could stop this. Nothing could stop this beast from taking what he wanted. Not her father and definitely not that oaf of a hero.
She knew that what she had to do then.
Y/N had to face the beast on her own.
Father had been so scared when she told him. He’d argued when Y/N had announced that she would go in his place, like any loving father would, but Y/N knew that she had to go and face this monster, even if it meant certain death. She was determined to face this beast...and the sleeping potion made sure that she would.
As her dear father slumbered, Y/N had quickly packed a few of her favorite things and scribbled him a small note, leaving it by his bedside table.
And then she was gone.
Riding through the shadows and the storm, fighting through her fear. The rose wilted away, each red petal falling away and leading her through the dark jungle. Just as the beast had promised her father, the scarlet petals lead her through the trees and the storm and all the way to the golden gates of a castle.
Y/N looked up at the gates, her heart beating in her chest. Reaching up with shaking hands, she grasped onto the gate...and it opened on its own with a long, painful creak.
What beast lurked within the castle beyond?
What nightmare was creeping towards her?
Pushing back her fear, Y/N stepped onto the stony path and walked towards the castle so very slowly, each step harder then the last.
Withered shrubs and ivy covered statues surrounded her, images of dancing women and laughing children. Ponds and fountains were left empty and dry, The only color was the red of the roses, an endless sea of scarlet petals and black thorns.
She followed the roses.
Standing before her in the rain was the castle, just like her father had described it. The white and gold castle had once been so beautiful with it’s spiral towers and stained glass windows...but years of neglect had diminished its beauty. Thorns grew over the white marble, dark and tangled. Walls had fallen away, tumbling into messy piles, and glass had fallen from too many windows.
It had been beautiful once.
But now it was long forgotten, only a beast roaming its halls.
The golden doors, once glimmering and now thorn covered, opened slowly on their own. Y/N stepped into the darkness, cobwebs brushing against her as she entered the castle. The last petal fell and withered sadly, falling to her feet.
There was no one. Not a soul.
Heart beating and hands shaking, Y/N walked on through the darkness. Each step echoed so loudly, shaking the silence and making her shiver.
Could the beast hear her?
Was he watching her?
She imagined the monster lurking in the shadows, growling hungrily as he stalked her through the castle. Watching. Waiting. Hunting her. Fear shivered down her spin, icy and heavy, as she searched through the shadows and listened through the silence.
Her footsteps, creeping up the marble staircase slowly with every step. Up and up and up, farther and farther from freedom...closer and closer to the beast.
Her heartbeat, screaming in her chest, begging for her to turn back.
Her voice, calling softly into the darkness. Perhaps if her heard her, Y/N could see the beast for herself...she could finally face the fear.
“I’m here.”
For a moment, there was...nothing. Only her voice echoing out into the darkness and then silence once more. Nothing and no one once more. But a sudden slam shook the castle and heavy footsteps quickly followed.
She waited. She listened.
And before her eyes, the beast appeared.
A mix of man and monster, Y/N could only stare at the beast before her.
White fur streaked with black, so much like a mighty tiger.
A towering frame, huge and muscular. His silken robes rippled with every step, showing off just how powerful this beast was, a gold medallion glimmering on his broad chest.
Brilliant green eyes, glowing in the darkness...glaring at her.
A sharp smile. Oh! How he smiled at her! Stalking forward, the beast seemed so terribly proud, towering over Y/N’s shivering form.
The beast’s brilliant eyes glanced over her as he said in a silky growl,
“I expected the old man...who exactly are you?”
“I’m his daughter.” Y/N replied softly, looking up at the beast. “He picked the rose for me and...and it isn’t right to punish him for it. I’ve taken his place and his punishment.”
She hoped that her fear wasn’t sensed in her voice…
“Hmmm...” The beast stepped closer, his hulking form hovering over Y/N as he circled around her. “Rather brave of you, I suppose. My name is Aadavan, Prince of these lands and beast of the castle. You would be…?”
“Y/N.”
He stopped, lingering behind her. A paw ran through her tangled hair, playing with rain soaked curls softly. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as she wondered just what this beast wanted with her...what he was going to do to her…
“Follow.”
She did.
As Aadavan gracefully glided up the stairs and through the dark halls, Y/N followed quickly behind. Though she was bursting with many questions, she kept them to herself.
They walked through the pitch black halls, Y/N having to remain close to the beast to be able to find her way through the castle. It seemed as though they walked on and one, past more strange statues and rust covered treasures before…
He stopped.
In front of them was a small white door, made of white marble and decorated with carvings of roses and a couple. A man and a woman, dancing in a rose garden and smiling. Aadavan stopped, his mighty paw pressing to the door almost sadly, only to turn away quickly and glare at her with his bright green eyes.
“You’ll stay here. You may go where you like and do what you want, I don’t mind. But I expect to see you every day and every night.”
And then he was gone.
Left by herself, Y/N almost considered running away from this place...from this beast. But he would surely hunt her down quickly and drag her back to his castle. With no other choice, Y/N entered the bedroom. Lightning flashed through the windows, the only light that seemed to exists in the darkness.
It was dark. And strange.
But she managed to find her way to a large, round bed and fall upon it, laying on the soft pillows. Sleep came quickly, taking Y/N far away from this place and into a sweet dream…
~
Y/N woke awoke to sunlight.
It streamed in through the windows, bright and warm and golden. The storm had vanished with the night, leaving the world to bask in sweet sunshine. As she sat up, her dreams fell away and Y/N almost expected to be in her cottage once more, safe at home.
But she wasn’t.
She was still in the castle, sleeping upon cerulean blue sheets and silver pillows. Y/N looked about at the room around her, marveling at it all.
Golden furniture, though dust covered, decorated the room and wide windows surrounded her, tall and covered by thing blue curtains. A round gold table sat in the corner, with little pillows all around it and colorful rugs beneath it. Several white doors seemed to lead elsewhere, all decorated with pretty carvings. Animals prowling and people dancing and...roses. Always roses. A silver crescent moon and tiny diamond stars hung above her, sparkling on delicate silver strings.
It would all be so lovely if it weren’t so...dirty. Dusty and old, such grand things left to rot away without a care.
What the place needed was a good cleaning.
Leaping out of bed, Y/N washed her face in the little marble sink and brushed back her hair with a golden comb. Breakfast was fresh mangoes that she plucked from her window, savoring the sweet juices as she looked around.
Well. She was going to live here...so she was going to make the most of it!
Fighting back her fears and worries, Y/N cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. Sweeping and dusting and scrubbing until this room shined once more.
She shook out the rugs and the blue sheets, brushed away the cobwebs form the corners, washed the windows until they were clear once more, and worked and worked all the morning...until a knock stopped her.
Y/N stopped.
There was only one person it could be, one other soul in this castle. Fear leaped back into her heart and soul but Y/N fought it, steeling herself and saying,
“Come in.”
Aadavan stepped in and stopped, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at her.
The tiger seemed almost amused at the sight of her, swallowing a chuckle. Y/N was terribly dusty and dirty and tired...but she stood in front of him like a queen, looking up at the beast with a cool smile on her face.
“Good morning, Aadavan.” She said.
“Good morning...Y/N.” He looked around, green eye glancing over the room. “Do you like your bedroom? Does it suit you?”
“Yes.” She turned away, leaning out the window once more. “It’s so much nicer now that its all clean and neat.”
She picked a few more mangoes and put them into a golden bowl, placing them onto the round table.
“I bet this castle used to be so lovely. Whatever happened to it?”
He didn’t reply.
A sudden chill came upon the room. It wasn’t angry though, rather...sad. Sorrowful. Aadavan said nothing as he sat down upon the silky cushions, picking up a fresh mango with his sharp claws. Juices dribbled down his paw as he sighed.
“It was lovely.” His voice was heavy with sorrow.
He didn’t stay for very long.
When he left, Y/N found herself alone once more. She sat in the sunlight for a moment, thinking about the beast and the castle...about her father. About everything.
But there was no use thinking about it now.
All Y/N could do was take this situation and turn it into something...better. Something brighter. Maybe with a little more light, things would change.
~
Everyday she cleaned.
Cleaned and cleaned, fighting the dark and the dirt until everything sparkled so brightly. And when she did, she always found something. Little treasures were hidden around, waiting all these years to be found once more. All kinds of keys, some small and dainty and some heavy and huge, keys made of gold and silver and some encrusted with gems.
The bigger ones opened doors, leading her to more rooms.
There was a massive wardrobe filled with gowns and slippers and all kinds of lovely things, and a balcony covered in roses..and, best of all, a library full of books!
The smaller ones opened boxes and drawers around her room.
Golden boxes filled with jewelry, silver boxes filled with glimmering trinkets, music boxes that played mysterious tines...and a small white box with a small portrait inside, the image of man, dark skinned and bright eyed and terribly handsome.
Y/N had thought it strange, wondering who he was and why his portrait remained locked away in this little box…
There was one key though.
One key that seemed to open...nothing.
It was the smallest of them all, she had found it tucked beneath the tiny portrait in the white box, and golden. The little handle was a tiny heart, delicately carved. It was so small and so pretty and...it opened nothing. No door, no box, no drawer or cabinet or anything.
Nothing.
Y/N looked and looked for something this key might open but eventually, she gave up. Stringing a piece of blue silk through the golden heart, Y/N wore the key around her neck in hopes that she might one day discover its purpose.
He always looked at it.
Aadavan.
Everyday he came to see her.
He’d slink into her room eventually, often in the afternoon, and always took a seat at her table. He had taken to watching as Y/N did whatever, never talking very much. If she was reading, he wanted her to read to him. If she was exploring the castle, he wanted to watch and delight over what she found.
It was so strange.
The beastly prince just seemed so happy to see her, to be with her...and she didn’t understand why. Why would a beast have any need for her?
Aadavan seemed to want something from her.
He wanted her to wear those beautiful gowns and drench herself in diamonds, looking like a princess from a storybook. Wear the gowns, explore the castle, talk to him and read to him and listen to music with him and let him play with her hair.
He wanted her to sit by him and just...be.
Be with him.
Y/N didn’t understand Aadavan. There were times that he acted like a beast, snarling and snapping and falling into wild rages. He always vanished after, hiding for so, so long before finally creeping back to Y/N’s side once more. Then there were the times that he acted like a man, charming and gentle and so very kind.
The longer that she remained in his castle, the less sense Y/N could make of the beast...
But, oh, she was starting to love him!
Was it really so strange to say such a thing? A woman and a beast...a peasant and a prince...perhaps it was a bit strange after all.
But as Y/N say in the dark, staring up at her silver moon and diamond stars, it felt almost as though it could be right. It could be perfect. The longer she had been with him, the less he acted like a beast. His form was that of a handsome tiger, but his heart was becoming...softer. Sweeter.
And Y/N was falling desperately, slowly in love with the beast…
~
Aadavan awoke to moonlight.
It soaked in like a silver sea, soft and brilliant. Before now, he had never really paid attention to the beauty of it.
What was so special about the moon?
What was so lovely about the stars?
He hadn’t noticed. He hadn’t cared. And all of his life, he had thought that he had so much better then the moon and the stars. As a boy, he’d been spoiled and bratty. As a man, he’d been even worse. And as a beast...as a beast…
He’d been wicked.
Wild! Violent! He had been a terror upon his lands, scaring everyone away from him until…
Until he was left with nothing. No one. All alone. And in his empty palace, Aadavan had fell deeper into his despair. Wallowing in misery, feeling sorry for himself. Wishing he had never disrespected that enchantress. But he had. He’d closed the door upon her, laughing at the ugly woman and then screaming in fear when she revealed her true self…
And his.
For years now, the beast had hidden himself away. His castle fell to pieces, golden rotting into rust, marble crashing into bits...everything rotted. Except for the roses. Never the roses.
They’d been his mother’s favorite things on this earth, cared for by the empress’s very hands. She had loved them dearly and so did he. That was why he took care of them, even as a rotten boy and a wicked man...even as a beast. That was why he’d been so angry when that stranger had stolen one. That was why she was here now.
The roses…
Y/N…
Aadavan sighed sadly, sitting up in his bed and letting the silk sheets fall away from his monstrous form. Gazing at a mighty paw, he could only wonder just what he had done...was it selfish? Was it wrong?
After all, he had wanted her to come. He had wanted her to love him, to break the spell.
So he could be a prince once more.
So he could be happy again.
But, instead of falling for him, it was Aadavan that fell for her. For her kindness and gentleness, for her bravery and beauty. How silly of him! How stupid! Gold and jewels and gowns...they weren’t going to make Y/N fall in love with him.
Nothing could.
Nothing on earth could make her love a beast.
Stumbling out of bed, Aadavan slinked through the dark castle once again. His paws padded softly as he did, quietly slipping away from his miserable heart and into the one place that still managed to make him happy.
The rose garden.
Roses bloomed brighter and redder then they ever had before, looking so terribly lovely. The fountains laughed and bubbled once more, the ponds glimmering in the moonlight. Weeds had been pulled from the walkway and thorns yanked off of the statues.
It was beautiful.
Y/N was beautiful.
Sitting among the roses, soaked in moonlight and...and he froze. Aadavan stopped a the sight of her, smiling softly.
“Aadavan?”
At first, the beast froze. Looking at her, he was struck once more by this deep, wonderful feeling...but then she smiled at him and he was frozen no more. He came to her, taking her soft hand in his clawed paw, so careful not to hurt her.
He wanted to say something.
He wanted to tell her how he felt.
But the words did not find him and they sat together in the silence and the roses. Aadavan noticed her playing with something around her neck, a string of blue silk...the key.
Taking it in his hands, Aadavan smiled a weak smile.
“Do you...do you know what it goes to?” Y/N asked.
The beast removed the key from her neck and, from his own neck, removed the medallion that he always wore. The tiny key fit perfectly into a tiny, heart shaped hole and Aadavan carefully cranked it until…
Music filled the garden.
A soft, sweet song played as the medallion popped open, revealing a portrait of a woman with a red rose in her dark hair.
“It was going to be hers.” He said softly.
It was hard to talk about it.
Though he had dwell in his misery for so long...he had never spoken of it. After all, who was there for the beast to pour his soul out to? He had been alone...but now he was not and he finally told Y/N the truth.
“Your rooms and gifts, all of it was...for her.” Aadavan sighed sadly, listening to the song play. “I wasn’t always...like this. A beast. I was a prince once, a man. And I was to be married. But I was wicked and cruel, a horrible man! I loved my bride to be but...I loved myself more. The enchantress knew that. She was the princess’s protector and she wasn’t going to allow me to have her. Can’t blame her, really, I wouldn’t have been much of a husband.”
The song ended.
And the medallion closed with a soft click, hiding the princess once more. Aadavan smiled in the silence before telling his story once more.
“She turned me into the beast. And he told me that until I could truly love and be loved in return...I would forever remain a beast. My family fled. My servants and solders followed them. And my bride to be...she could not love me. So a beast I must remain.”
Y/N looked up at Aadavan, her heart breaking for his own.
She wondered...had he loved the princess? Did he love her still? Her heart beat in her chest and tears prickled in her eyes as she placed her hand on his own.
“Aadavan, I-”
What she was going to say, what he would have said in return, it was never spoken. It was never heard. To both of their shock, an arrow suddenly shot out from the darkness, grazing the beast’s arm painfully. A pained roar rang through the night as Y/N screamed, reaching out to him.
Men burst through the trees, trampling the roses under mighty steps.
“Get the girl!” The leader cried. “Kill the beast!!”
William. The hunter. At once the men swarmed, ignoring Y/N’s panicked cries for peace, that the beast was not what he seemed. As Aadavan fought off the hunters, William came and grabbed Y/N, dragging her away into the darkness as she cried out in terror.
Gone!
She was gone!
And Aadavan was left on the ground, covered in rose petals and blood seeped from too many wounds. He gasped and growled in pain, struggling to stand once more...but he had to! He had to!
He had to rescue Y/N!
~
A beast raced through the woods.
The rain pounded upon his thick fur, mixing with his blood, and the wind screaming at him like a wild thing. But he ran through it all, fighting through the pain and the terror. His was heart beating with determination as he raced after his beauty, standing after each stumble and running once more.
There was no way that he could let this happen!
He had to save her. He had to bring her home!
So he raced through the storm and the jungle, praying that he could reach her in time. Over the rain and the howling winds, the beast heard a sound that made his blood grow cold.
“Aadavan!”
Faster. His whole body burned as he ran through the jungle, tearing through the trees powerfully. It was as though the beast had taken over after years of holding it back...and Aadavan let it. He allowed the beast to release itself in a powerful display.
He ran.
He growled.
And then he saw them.
Y/N, fighting against the men that dragged her through the jungle as she fought and screamed, his name falling from her lips once more.
“Aadavan!”
“Y/N!”
The hunters screamed in surprise when they saw the beast burst from the trees, but Y/N smiled and reached out to him, calling for her beast. She tried to run to him but was pulled back by one of the men harshly.
It was a blur.
It was a nightmare.
Aadavan barely recognized the men that rushed him or the weapons they thrust towards him. He knocked them all away, swiftly avoiding swords and knives as he ran towards her. She was so close, almost safe...almost his! When his clawed hand grasped hers, Aadavan pulled Y/N into his arms once more.
“I’ve got you.” He whispered.
And then he ran.
He could only hope that the hunters would not follow them, but if they did...he would fight again. He would not let her be stolen from him! Aadavan rushed through the jungle and towards his castle, pressing his beauty to his chest tightly.
Home. They were almost home.
Aadavan held her to his heart, feeling so happy for this one moment. The fear slipped away into happiness, the castle so close to home. Such happiness…
And then pain.
Deep, brutal pain.
Three deep strikes, one after the other. He screamed as hurt broke through him, sending the beast to his knees. Y/N screamed, calling his name desperately.
“No!”
It was an archer, hidden in the trees, that killed the beast.
Aadavan gasped weakly as Y/N cradled him in her arms, tears running down her face and soaking his blood streaked fur. Oh, it broke his heart to see her weep so pitifully...he never wanted to see her cry. Never.
“Don’t cry,” He whispered. “Do not weep for me...”
“But you’re-”
“Happy. You’ve made me...so, so happy.”
“Aadavan...”
“I love you.” He reached up to stroke her face with his paws, wiping away her tears. “More then anything, I love you.”
Gently, Aadavan pulled her forward in his embrace and, after so long of wanting and waiting and dreaming of this moment...he kissed her. And Y/N kissed him in return. It was soft and sweet, the perfect kiss…
And then it was gone.
He was gone.
Y/N sobbed, clutching the beast tightly in her arms. Her heart seemed to stop, stop beating and stop feeling anything but this hurt and heartbreak, wishing desperately for this all to be some terrible, wicked nightmare.
But it wasn’t.
And her beast was gone forever, leaving Y/N alone and broken and sobbing weakly as she cradled him gently.
“Aadavan...I...”
Light.
Bright, golden light. It started as a faint flicker but became a brilliant flame, bursting into glittering gold and revealing...a woman.
She was beautiful, her dark brown skin decorated with intricate tattoos and her long black hair flowing softly, dark brown eyes shining with that same bright light. Her golden gown glimmered as she stepped forward, smiling sadly at the lovers.
“I can save him.” She whispered.
“What?”
“It’s not what I came to do. I had hoped to remove his beastly curse but...” She looked down at Aadavan, stroking his fur softly, “I can bring him life instead. He will not be the handsome prince he once was. Could you still love the beast?”
“Yes!” Y/N cried, “Yes! I-I will always love him I just...please. Please save him.”
Life didn’t come in a swirl of magic and starlight.
It came after a flash of gold, the enchantress vanishing...and Aadavan opening his eyes once more. Y/N gasped happily, smiling down at her beastly prince.
“Y/N…?”
“Aadavan!!”
Quickly, she pulled him forward into yet another kiss. It was just as soft and just as sweet as the first, but this kiss never ended.
Not forever. Not for long.
Y/N kissed her prince again and again as he carried her to the rose garden. The golden gates closed forever, the jungle swallowing the lovers into their own world. There in the castle, the beast and his beauty lived their happily ever after.
Ever just as sure as the sun will rise.”
what's your opinion on rakshasas, those cat people creatures? I honestly think they're my absolute favorite!!!
I definitely like them. I really like the idea of being able to run your fingers through soft fur, and something tells me they would be a great cuddle buddy!