World's and Beyond Them

A place where I(tigereyes45) post original stories of mine. Most are fantasy and/or sci-fi.

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If your OC went to University, what would/did they study?

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Tegwen: Criminal Justice and Poli-Sci but would switch her majors in her junior year to Journalism.

Harmony: History, and she'll considered adding another major in sociology and/or Anthropology until her senior year when she decides it's too late to add one.

Inuwa: Business. He's great at math and one day wants to have his own store.

Otieno: History and Writing double major.

Cleon: Med school specifically the Nurse route.

Mainio: Lawyer. He truly believes no one can beat his silver tongue and plans to prove it and make as much money as possible.

Nalu: Liberal Arts at first but then he figures out his passion and switches to sociology.

Isi: Poli-sci. Plans to become the leading lady of the government one day.

Nathan: Architecture with a minor in Poli-sci. He gets the minor just to be able to help Isi study and work on her staff after college.

Enric: Liberal Arts. He lies and tells everyone a different major when they ask but he actually enjoys the liberal arts classes and just doesn't want to deal with people judging him.

Aigle(Atlanta): She goes into social work. Having taken care of her brother all her life she wants to keep helping kids out.

Lefteris: While he often makes fun of his sister Aigle for her choice he also considered going into social work. Then he realized it didn't pay as much as he would like to make and becomes a business major with a math minor. His plan is to get a PH.D and become a professor.

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Tegwen: I like you better without my glasses.

Mainio: You put those back on and face the facts!

Otieno: *Reading a book* You don't even wear glasses.

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Send Me a Number and an OC and I’ll Answer

What is their favourite food?

Do they have a fear of an animal? If so, what animal?

What do they wear to bed?

Do they like cuddling?

Do they have a secret handshake with anyone?

What do they look like?

Do they like chocolate?

What are their good and bad traits?

Do they have any artistic talent?

What is their favourite room to be in, in the house they live in?

Do they believe in luck?

Can they do magic?

Do they believe in dragons?

What is a pet peeve of theirs?

What was the last thing they cried about?

What is their sexuality?

Do they have a best friend? If so, who, and what makes them their best friend?

Have they ever been in a romantic relationship?

What does their relationship with their family look like? Are they close? Distant? Ect.

Do they have a pet?

Do they have a familiar?

Are they a supernatural being?

How do they usually wear their hair?

Can they play an instrument? If so, what instrument and what can they play?

What type a high schooler are/were they?

Have they ever been in a physical fight before? If so, with who? Who won?

What is their favourite holiday?

If they could have one wish, what would they wish for?

Do they wants kids? If they already have kids, do they want more?

Do they have a job?

Do they know how to drive?

Do they get stressed out easily?

Did they ever dye their hair before? If so, to what colour? Did they like it?

Have they ever broken the law?

Do they own a plant?

Have they ever rode a horse before?

What is their favorite gif?

Do they get along with others easily?

Do they have any tattoos?

If I wanted to draw them, what would be distinct physical features that I would have to know to draw them correctly?

What is their favourite breed of dog?

Do they live with anyone? If so, who?

Where is their dream vacation?

Do they know more than one language?

Are they a quick learner?

Have they ever won a contest before? If so, what for? What did they win?

If the world were to end in 24 hours, where would they be and who would they be with?

What does their room look like?

If they could have an extinct animal for a pet, what would they have?

If they got called out by someone, what would they do?

Have they ever shot a gun before?

Have they ever been axe throwing?

What is something that they want but can’t have?

Do they know how to fish?

What is something they always wanted to do but too scared?

Do they own their own baby pictures?

What makes them standout among others?

Do they like to show off?

What is their favourite song?

What would be their dream vehicle?

What is their favourite book?

Who, in their opinion, makes the best food?

Are they approachable?

Did they ever change their appearance?

What makes them smile?

Do they like glowsticks?

What is something that is simple, but always makes them smile?

Are they a day or night person?

Are they allergic to anything?

What do you, the creator of this OC, like most about them?

Who is their ride or die?

Do they currently have a significant other? If not, are they going to get one later one?

What attracts them to another person?

Who is one person that can always make them laugh?

Have they ever partied too hard and their friends had to take them home?

Who would be their cuddle buddy?

Who would cheer them up after a long day?

If they had a nightmare, who would they run to?

What object to the care for the most?

Do they like other people’s children?

How would they react if someone broke into their home?

Does anyone make them have butterflies in their stomach?

What is something that they are good at?

What is their neutral expression?

Do they like to cook?

What is something they can’t leave home without?

Who is someone that they rely on?

Do they liked to be tickled?

Have they ever been a sword fight before?

What is a joke that they would find funny?

Do they have a place that can go and turn off their brain?

What was their childhood like?

What are they like as an adult?

Do they take criticism well?

Have they ever jumped out of a plane?

Who do they like to make jokes with?

Have you ever drawn them before? If you are comfortable with it, would you post a picture?

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This was an amazing picture of my characters Inuwa and Harmony that I commissioned from @ironic-orange a few months ago back in 2019. I haven’t posted it yet because I was trying to write a short story to go with it, but everytime I started it ended up being super long! Haha. SO here’s just the picture, and I want to say I’m still so grateful to Ironic for taking the commission/

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OC Asks

 What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

 What is the color of your OC’s eyes/hair/skin?

 How tall is your OC?

What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearances?

Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

What does your OC’s bedroom look like?  His/her living area?

What does your OC keep in a special drawer?

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother?

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her father?

How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

Who is the mother and/or father figure in your OC’s life?

What was your OC’s childhood like?

What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how as that impacted him/her?

What is your OC’s imagination like?

How many times did your OC move as a child?  Which area was his/her favorite?

What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

What kind of mother/father would your OC be?

Who are your OC’s closest relatives?

Who is/are your OC’s closest friend(s)?

Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

If your OC has a soulmate, who is it?

Why does your OC and his/her soulmate work so well together?

What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

How did your OC and his/her soulmate meet?

What is your OC’s level of education?

Did your OC participate in extracurricular activities, and if so, what were they?

What is your OC’s opinion of school?  What kind of student was s/he?

What subjects did your OC excel at?

What subjects interested your OC?

What is your OC’s dream job and/or current profession?

How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieved his/her current profession?

What are your OC’s thoughts/opinions of his/her current profession?

What is your OC’s biggest dream?

How does your OC react to and handle stress?

How does your OC handle anger?

How does your OC handle grief?

What is your OC’s greatest fear?

What makes your OC happy?

What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

What are some things that annoy your OC?

If your OC has them, what are some regrets s/he has?

How easily does your OC forgive?

What are some of your OC’s vices?

If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

What secrets does your OC have?

What are some of your OC’s morals?

What are some of your OC’s motivations?

What is the health of your OC?

Does your OC think with his/her head or heart?

What are your OC’s thoughts on death?

What are some of your OC’s strengths?

What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

How does your OC take criticism?

What does your OC think of him/herself?

If your OC could change one thing about him/herself, what would it be?

What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

How emotionally/mentally vulnerable is your OC with other people?

How does your OC display love?

What are some habits your OC has picked up?

What is your OC’s favorite drink?

What is your OC’s favorite food?

What is your OC’s favorite sweet?

What is your OC’s favorite season?

What is your OC’s favorite kind of weather?

What is your OC’s favorite book?

What is your OC’s favorite movie and/or TV show?

What is your OC’s favorite kind music (and song if there is one)?

What is your OC’s favorite form of entertainment?

What is your OC’s favorite color?

What is your OC’s favorite scent?

What is your OC’s favorite animal?

What is your OC’s favorite sound?

What is your OC’s favorite time of day?

What is your OC’s favorite kind of ice cream?

What is your OC’s favorite dinosaur?

Ask your own question.

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The picture above was done by the wonderful @faemedina . It is of my character, Nalu. For a story I am writing. A snippet of the story is below.

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It is Despicable

  Stoyan knows a great many things. Many more that are not of this world then that are. He knows so much that it is hard to recall them all insignificant detail at any given moment. Most of the time he truly could not at all, but on the special occasion, they all come back to him. All at once and stayed. Everything he could remember and everything he could not. Whenever these times came about he knows why. They are the result of one girl. One girl and all of her perilous moments of life. He knows why they come rushing to them. Why it does not hurt him when they all do. They are all about him and her. All the memories he welcomes even if they are not positive because it shows all the lives they have experienced together. Lives he would never give up. Even in a moment like this.

“Tegwen!”

She looks back down at him with contempt and an unbridled rage within her eyes. Feelings that were not caused by him, but that she would direct at anyone in this moment. The others were right to be fearful, but he knew that he could help. Even if she did not want it. For Stoyan feared the worse, as he always did when she became like this. In every life, they have ever lived where he remembered and she did not. A common feature would be the dangerous stunt Tegwen would do when angry. No matter the circumstance. He could not risk it. If she understood more about them she would not risk it.

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                                               Give up

“Give up.” The order came from a hoarse throat. Sharp, cool steel against her neck. Tegwen smiles then, besides herself with glee from the irony. She laughs. If some random fool thought, he could take her without a fight then they really did not understand their job. Still, she responds, knowing it would only anger him.

“I want too.” She answers the man as her giggles subside. “Trust me. I want to give up. I want to stop. I want this to end more than anything.” If she met this fight, her life, or even the world as a whole she wasn’t sure about. A cold rush of air blows through giving her a chance to look up. Her ambusher was a man on the shorter side. His hair was a dark black color. As if someone had dumped a whole bottle of ink on him, and it wasn’t even well kept. His outfit was a standard Sorenko soldier uniform. He had probably just stumbled upon and recognized her on the way to a town. Tegwen raises her hands and he nicks her neck with the sword. If he did it just to show that he could, or because she moved, wasn’t clear.

Tegwen laughs again. Her nerves starting to shine through as her voice falters. Another scar to the long list of them. “But I will tell you a secret.” She promises, winking at the man who could release her death at any moment. “I cannot.”

His growing impenitent-ness was clear on his face. “What do you mean?” The question comes as he reaches down to grab her by the ends of her hair. Suddenly Tegwen was grateful she had recently gotten most of it cut off. It sat comfortably to the middle of her neck, giving the man little to hold onto.

He tugs on her hair, and she moves her body along with it. The pain lessens as she moves with his movements. She could tell he had recently been released from his training by the way he shook her. He actually bothered to try and scare her. The seasoned officers knew just to put her cuffs before she even saw that they were there.

“I can’t give up. I just can’t.” Tegwen begins to explain. Wondering how long he would yank her hair around. “You see no matter how much I want too I still can’t.” She sighs as the man shakes her more violently now. She felt a few strands of her hair tear free from her skull.

Immediately, with a calm her training has allowed her to keep, she digs her nails into the man’s wrists. Right, where she was guessing his veins would be. He growls but hangs on tight. That did not work as well as she had wanted it too, but that was why people made plan Bs. Tegwen mentally warns herself against her next move. Still, she pushes her head up, and throws it against her captors with all the strength she could muster. He falls back a step. His hands grow loose enough for her to free herself.

As soon as her feet hit the ground she runs back for her spear. It was still laying in the sand where she had dropped in earlier in the fight. Diving for the wooden handle she closes her eyes as sand shoots up. The wood was warm, the summer heat from the sun having heated it and the sands surrounding it. Good, then the metal would be even hotter.

Tegwen rolls into a kneeling position. As her knee sinks into the sand she opens her eyes carefully. She has fought in this dessert more times then she cared to count. The perk about being trained as a soldier since you were fourteen and grew up in a desert wasteland. The man had regained his senses from the surprise to his head. She glares daggers at her. This was going to be a challenge, Tegwen knew. Herself versus a seven-foot thug. Well, she has faced worse odds in the past.

He brings his sword high above his head. At least the dark, matted hair on his head blotted out most of the sun. Tegwen tightens her grip on her spear. If she took out one of his knees he would fall, but the sword could still hit her. If she pierces his shoulder, she could push him back first before striking again. Yet if she went for his heart, as long as he was too slow to block, this fight could be over.

“I told you.” She adds with a smile. “I can’t give up.” He was coming closer. Sand flies around his shoes. He was tossing plenty up behind him as he ran. Closer, closer, he runs. Finally, when he was two feet away he had his sword falling down towards her. Tegwen lets go of the breath she had been holding and drives her spear into the man.

He was too slow after all, and he swung his sword down too far to the side. Tegwen shakes her head as she pulls out her spear. He lies on his back, moaning in pain. With cold eyes, she looks over his wound. She had missed his heart merely two inches by her best estimate. Perhaps her skills were growing rusty. She would have to see to training with Stoyan again once she made it back to him.

“You should have.” She leaves him with those words. Tegwen shakes the sand free from her pants, gathers her remaining packs in her arms, and walks back in the direction she had been heading before this untimely interruption began.

“No one will let me.” Words spoken to no one as a sudden billow of wind swarms around her. With the weather acting in such a way, it must mean Harmony and Inuwa were near.

This image was done by @kotikmraw for a commission I commissioned them from a while back. I just got around to posting it. I love the way they got Tegwen to look!

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My favorite Shin-ah moment

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fun character exercise; which of your OC’s would chug a bottle of liquor rather than give it to airport security

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Tegwen would down it before even making it to the airport. Otieno would drink it right in front of the airport security and only make it halfway through before throwing the rest away. Harmony would apologize and Inuwa would clean up any mess made. Lefteris and his sister Aigle could finish a bottle individually by themselves easily but Lefteris would do it while Aigle will not.

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It is Despicable

  Stoyan knows a great many things. Many more that are not of this world then that are. He knows so much that it is hard to recall them all insignificant detail at any given moment. Most of the time he truly could not at all, but on the special occasion, they all come back to him. All at once and stayed. Everything he could remember and everything he could not. Whenever these times came about he knows why. They are the result of one girl. One girl and all of her perilous moments of life. He knows why they come rushing to them. Why it does not hurt him when they all do. They are all about him and her. All the memories he welcomes even if they are not positive because it shows all the lives they have experienced together. Lives he would never give up. Even in a moment like this.

“Tegwen!”

She looks back down at him with contempt and an unbridled rage within her eyes. Feelings that were not caused by him, but that she would direct at anyone in this moment. The others were right to be fearful, but he knew that he could help. Even if she did not want it. For Stoyan feared the worse, as he always did when she became like this. In every life, they have ever lived where he remembered and she did not. A common feature would be the dangerous stunt Tegwen would do when angry. No matter the circumstance. He could not risk it. If she understood more about them she would not risk it.

“I’m here,” Stoyan calls out, reminding her that despite how much she wants to stand alone that he would never allow it. “I know you’re upset. What happened, that was a disaster.” Slowly he begins to climb closer to her. Walking up the steep hill she had set her tent up on the other side of. The reason Harmony was now resting with Inuwa in his shared tent with Cleon.

“I know you want to be alone.” He continues ignoring the forceful stomping of every foot that brings her closer. “But this isn’t a healthy expression of anger. You can’t just lock yourself away. I know what that does to someone who’s angry. The anger festers. It dwells within you. Until the point where you can’t take it anymore. You have to do something, anything to get it to stop. Hitting a wall, a tree, a rock. Sometimes that helps, but it also damages you. You could always try to breathe through it, but that doesn’t work for you, does it?”

She hesitates before continuing her march forth. Stoyan was still slowly making his way to her. Soon within the next couple of steps, they would meet. Her eyes widening, her moment of pause, that was all he needed to know that he was right. That part about her never changed. Even when everything else does. Her anger never went away that simply. Just as his pride never truly left him either.

“It’s okay Tegwen. I promise it will be okay.” Stoyan swears as he reaches for her hand. If he tries to hug her she will pull back. If he reaches for her shoulder she will snap. These are facts Stoyan knew well. The hand she would allow. The tip of her fingers wasn’t burning with rage. Only the rest of her body was. They were the only safe place to catch her. As their hands touch her shoulders drop. A sign that the tension was lessening.

“Stoyan, they, he died.” She manages to choke out. Tegwen eyes were red and puffy. Tears flowing down in trails as full as a waterfall’s flow off cliffs.

“I know, but this is war dear.” Stoyan offers her his open arms. If he leaves the choice to her then whatever she chooses would be what he uses to help her feel better quicker. Stoyan was a very astute person when it came to his love. He has been learning all he could about this new form, and life of hers. If she fell into him then she wanted to feel better, but if she refused then to dwell was her intent. He offers a smile, hiding all of his own tension behind it.

Slowly, with care, she falls into his arms, and a smile reaches Stoyan’s heart. “We are going to lose people. That is what war does, but we must live on. If we survive then we can prove they existed. Stories, memories, our love for them. Those are the ways we can keep their souls near to us, and allow them to live on.”

“Y-you always sound so smart,” Tegwen admits rubbing her eyes into his shirt.

“I’m not smart, Tegwen. I have just lived through enough pain that I learned to cope with the constant bearing of it.” Stoyan explains. His arms tighten around her. Stoyan buries his face into her dark, sweetly scented hair. If he could hold her like this forever then he would be the happiest person who ever lived in this miserable world. Or any other. They were all better with their souls embracing each other.

“I’m sorry.” Tegwen chokes out the words through her heavy crying.

“Don’t be. None of it is your fault. None of this is your fault.” Stoyan reassures her. No, none of the pain was caused by the precious person in front of him. She would never cause any pain if the young girl had a choice. This world had not gotten to her in such ways yet. Cruelty was not in her bones so far, but if Derek had his way, if they continue down this road, he just might. She might change just enough, and then the pain of others won’t matter because she had been hurt too much.

“It’s going to get tougher from here on out,” Stoyan warns her. “If you can not bear it then please try not to alone. I will always be near anytime you need a shoulder, or simply an ear. I can not solve every problem you may face, but I will always support you.” Stoyan swears his memories carrying him to another life where he swore the same words on bended knee.

“You will?” Tegwen asks finally looking up. Her beautiful, crystalline blue eyes were beginning to dry. The red would linger for a time more.

“I will.” Stoyan puts on his best smile. If all he could do for her was be there then that is what he would do. Throughout this war, he would ensure that Tegwen would survive and when the time was right Stoyan would tell her all about their story. Everything about their past, and his hopes for their future. On a different day when she was stronger, happier, and healthier then she was now.

‘I love you’ is what he wants to whisper into her ear, but for now, he was a stranger who was simply here. In the right place, the right time, who knew exactly what to do. A young man becoming a friend before he could ever hope to be anything more in her eyes. A shield, and ally.

“Stoyan, thank you,” Tegwen mumbles into his shirt. Her arms squeeze tighter as they bring him closer. Yes; in this moment, Stoyan was the happiestreincarhe had been in this life. Even if the circumstances that brought it about were the worst they could have possibly been. It was selfish of him to have feelings such as this, of a pure joy, filled heart, but his soul had been desperate for this contact. Happy to no longer be denied.

“Anytime.”

He knew it was despicable.

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The wonderful picture of Harmony and Inuwa was done by @kouhai-things . Below is a story it goes along with.

Anyone who values their life would never meet these two alone on the battlefield. In any three vs. two or two vs. two matches, they would win. With her sword abilities and sharp green eyes never missing a flaw in or made by the enemy. With him able to follow her speed of mind with reflexes. Sharp fangs and deadly claws always protecting the places where her sword could not reach. Her sword always reaching out to give an opportunity for attack. Truly the two were invincible together. In this clear field of fenced-in grass, all you can see are the four participants in today's session. Harmony and Inuwa having every advantage.

Perhaps their unique closeness and incredible understanding of each other was why Derek had them train together, but even more separately. He has tried to force them to spar against each other, but the matches often ended in a tie. If they did not then they were short, and each of the two took turns losing to keep up the facade that they were actually trying to best each other. Tegwen knew better than that.

Harmony and Inuwa would never take a fight between them seriously. For they both knew that would never have to happen in real life. They would never be pitted against each other and they would never have to fight for their lives against the other.

It was only when they were alone that the two would even discuss anything that had to do with the other’s weaknesses. They did not want others to find out because they did not want them exploited during any of the training drills or sparring practices until they each had time to learn and improve on those weaknesses. It was a brilliant strategy. If your allies did not know your weaknesses, and you were skilled enough to cover them up then your enemies will never know.

As Tegwen stands idly by the fence around the new sparring ground, she wonders if she had just seen a weakness in the two’s attack or if that had been her imagination. Harmony took up a hanging left sword stance as Inuwa circles around her legs. They were facing Oggy, and Stoyan today. A sword breaker and a staff vs. the sword and fangs. An interesting matchup and Stoyan was the only person to provide much of the challenge against the two alone. Tegwen could take Harmony by herself, but Inuwa was a hard defense to get by. Still starting with a hanging stance and one where the blade was so close to you and your partner isn’t the smartest of beginnings.

Oggy was the weak-link in Stoyan’s team. Clearly, he knew that as well since he allows Stoyan to make the first move. Staff collides with sword. A smirk on Stoyan’s face could not be missed as he quickly swings the staff down. Intending to hit both the sword from above and Inuwa from below. Harmony saw through the attack. Quickly she raises her sword to stop the staff, making sure Inuwa was not hit nor her weapon loosen from her hand.  Her blade hits right between the hands of Stoyan, stopping him short. He shows surprise for only a moment before smiling proudly at Harmony.

Now was Oggy’s opportunity. The chief spy takes it with a charge forward. Lifting the part of his sword that holds the edges to trap Harmony’s sword within. Otieno swings his blade higher but makes it no further as Inuwa meets the boy with a charge of his own. Using the full weight of his Sorenke form, Inuwa tackles Otieno square in the chest. Resulting in him falling with Inuwa on top. His teeth as Oggy’s throat.

If that had been Tegwen she would have told Otieno to get up and try again. However, it was Inuwa he was facing not herself. Inuwa did not allow second chances from an enemy’s attack. Even during a training session. Having it feel real was important to him. Even his growling during is loud enough for Tegwen to hear from the other side of the field, Inuwa uses his teeth to take the swordbreaker out of Otieno's hold. Walking over the boy he leaves with the blade in his mouth, his teeth making marks on the wooden handle.

Tegwen looks back over to Stoyan to see how he was doing with Harmony. Surprisingly he was fairing far better than last time. Instead of meeting Harmony’s sword par to par he allows some swings to cut close to him. They never hit him but are always far too close for comfort if it was anyone else facing them. Harmony never struck her training partners with the sharp ends of her sword, and Stoyan never worried about getting hit when training with anyone. So in this matchup, Stoyan had that advantage. Confidence and knowledge. The poor girl never liked hurting people, but this was a war she was practicing for, and Stoyan was going to use that against her. As he swings his staff back around his body he strikes Harmony low in the back. Not enough to throw the girl off of her balance, but just hard enough to make her aware of what was going to happen if she wasn’t more serious. Harmony grits her teeth, pulling back to gain some space to plan her next attack.

Inuwa runs over to Harmony’s side. He was more than ready to attack with Otieno’s sword breaker. Stoyan laughs before pointing out how the fight was no longer fair. Everyone knew that Inuwa was better without the weapon yet the Sorenke pushes forward, trying to nic Stoyan anyways.

While watching Tegwen wants to state how it had never been fair in the first place. However, she recalls how many extra push-ups she had to do last time she interrupted a sparring practice. So the young leader stays quiet as Harmony throws her sword into the dirt. Using the weight to aid her jump in throwing her forward, Harmony flips in the middle of the field over her sword to kick Stoyan in the shoulder with one foot as the other lands on the ground. She uses the momentum to help her free her sword and bring it forward. A crushing hit if it had made contact. Sadly Stoyan manages to deter the blade’s course by guiding it along his staff against the blunt side. Tegwen would have been impressed if she didn’t know what was going to happen next.

It was too late to prevent his defeat. Stoyan had taken his sight from Inuwa who was now behind the man. Quickly the Sorenke takes the swordbreaker and cuts a hollow slash along the back of Stoyan’s right leg. That was a smart move. His right leg is the one he always places the majority of his weight on. It was a smart move to keep the sword breaker after all. If Inuwa had tried to do that with his teeth there would be several holes instead of just one. It would take longer to heal and Derek would have been upset about one of his best soldiers being wounded so much just in training.

While the cut was not fatal it was enough to surprise the combatant. Harmony takes advantage of his surprise by elbowing him in the face. She then shoves him over Inuwa and holds her sword to his neck.

A whistle blows through the air. The match was over, and low clapping from the other viewers greet the winners. She would have clapped too if she wasn’t holding a certain boy’s clothes. Tegwen sighs as she walks out to meet the four. Shoulders low, her stance relax, Tegwen did feel happy for her friends and their skills, but was growing tired of Harmony and Inuwa always winning together. Every single spar they have won together for the last three months. It was getting predictable, and lowering the other soldiers' morale. Some weren’t training as seriously as before. What was the reason when you had to fight these too.

Still, even they did make mistakes just like everyone else. At the beginning, Harmony held her sword too high and if Stoyan had been smart and just aimed for her she would have lost it immediately. If Otieno had gotten back up he could have tackled Inuwa due to him not paying attention to the fallen boy. There were several others as well, but people like the legend of the unbeatable duo. The perfect defense. If anything it was only that, legend.

“Congrats. Though if you don’t quit your winning streak soon, everyone will either challenge you or give up as soon as they are paired up with you two. I doubt Cleon wants to disinfect and clean too many more scratches.” Tegwen jokes, slightly meaning the last part.

“Otieno gave up too easily,” Inuwa explains as he changes back into his human form. Tegwen tosses him his loose clothes so the boy could quickly change.

“You really should wait until you are back in your tent.” Teg points out. Chiding her old friend. She was surprised by how he and Harmony no longer saw the change as a strange thing in camp anymore. He would change almost anywhere now, and his sister no longer would chastise him.

Inuwa shrugs as he buttons his pants. His shirt relaxing over his shoulder. Harmony laughs as Oggy looks away. Stoyan was smiling. Smiling right at Tegwen. Somehow his smile wasn’t bothering her as much as usual.

“You two are literally the perfect team. In all my years and lives I have never seen another better at working together and covering all the bases. It is almost like you can read each other’s minds!” Stoyan exclaims still smiling at Tegwen.

“Thank you, Stoyan. Is your leg okay?” Harmony asks her mother-hen tendencies kicking in.

“Yes it is, but Tegwen would you mind accompanying me to the medical tent? I would hate to fall right over if the pain were to become unbearable along the way.” An excuse, Tegwen knew that, but she also doesn’t care.

“Sure. I have nothing better to do. Oggy you and Stoyan made the same mistake out there. You keep focusing on the one with the weapon when the other guy is just as dangerous.” Tegwen reminds her old friend before giving him a light pat on the back. “But you are getting better. If you two had been against anyone else, I am positive you would have done better.” Tegwen offers him a smile, and a faint one returns it. The only smile Oggy gave out anymore. She would take it. The war had been tough on him, so seeing her friend smiling at all was enough nowadays.

Stoyan bows before offering Tegwen his hand. The young rebel laughs before taking it. No matter what they may say, Tegwen finally felt herself moving on, if only a little. With the unbeatable team at her side, and the rest of her still loyal friends there was no doubt in her mind that they could defeat the prince and Mainio the traitor.

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I like learning the lore of different Fae— for example, spriggans are characteristically extra angry, fairly solitary creatures who don’t stray far from home— they’re also primarily vegetarian, unless the meat is offered y a potential mate (if the Dungeons and Dragons lore is believed to be accurate)

I also enjoy studying fae and what DnD says about them in their basic description is true not all of their descriptions are. One example being Kobolds, rare fae that are most popular in Germany or by players of the game. As for Spriggans I have considered putting them in the story. Most likely as an example of of those who can not cope with modern time and do not attack unless disturbed. A kind of fae that is slowly disappearing in the world of my story. Or that’s the idea at least. P.S. sorry for taking so long to reply.

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Tegwen Allan Raylain

With eyes as blue as a pond of swirling water that never stills. Tegwen has her mother’s eyes. Her hair grows long and is a deep black coal color. Always kept neat, the straight hair matches that of the small patch of her father’s. A peculiar child she grows up in a small village with her best friends Cleon, Otieno, and Mainio. Until one day the village is ransacked as the four play.

A young woman now she was stuck in a horrible situation as a child. As a result, she not only had to save her parents from a man they had abused decades before her time at the age of 14 but soon after was forced to join a rebellion that used her as the face of it. Throughout the years she lost many friends and allies. As she learned more of her position and how to take command she began leading the army from the front, which causes many scars to form not only all over her body but also across her mind.

Having lost so much along the way the crown of blood was no longer worth it. During Nalu’s time, she lives in the kingdom of Serenity with Stoyan in a shack their friend gave them. Life has become simpler but she is soon dragged into politics and chaos of war again as she is hired to save her royal cousin, Heddwyn, from an unknown force who has kidnapped him for his own abilities.

She would look older in the picture above, but I made it using the Live Portrait Maker App.

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Monster?Myth Suggestions

Hello, I am working on a story about monsters/myths.  If you have a monster or myth that you would like to share please do.

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The picture above was done by the wonderful @faemedina . It is of my character, Nalu. For a story I am writing. A snippet of the story is below.

I sit down on the floor and open the book in my left hand. It seems I was forgotten about again. This happens every so often. People become so wrapped up in a conversation with someone else that they forget they were talking to me. Not that I mind when the situation arises. My sister probably did it most often. She doesn’t do it on purpose. Isi just can’t help that so many people want her attention.

If you ask any of the other boys in school you will hear the same thing from the majority of them. My sister is attractive and that’s ignoring all the vulgar ways they describe her behind closed doors. If I look closely I think I can almost see as to why they would describe her those ways. You see my sister and I don’t really look alike at all. She has long, curly, dark black hair that always looks neat and tied up in her twin braids that come down to meet each other halfway before turning into one. She has silver-blue eyes that many say look like frozen crystals, and some students say she’s a bit curvy, but I think she looks tall and slender.

I, on the other hand, have short spiky, hair that is the color of sand. It is always messy according to my father. I argue that it’s simply ruffled up but that often just leads to him shaking his head and telling me to go tidy it up. My eyes are a deep sea green that people say look as if I have seaweed moving within them. I don’t know how seaweed could be moving in anyone’s eyes if they weren’t watching it though.

I am almost as tall as my sister. She still has a few inches above me though. If you have us stand side by side you would see the similarities in our face. “It’s the cheeks. You both have your mother’s cheeks.” Friends of my sister would say. Other than that people often don’t know I’m Isi’s little brother right off the bat. She’s darker than me with our father’s complexion. I take after mother more. If many were to describe me to anyone else they would say, ‘Yeah I know him. He’s Isi’s little brother, isn’t he? The boy with eyes the color of water plants. You can’t miss him, he’s the tall, lanky child. Probably alone near the door.’

Not that I mind, really I don’t. I just wish people wouldn’t speak of my family around me. It’s as if I have a reputation to live up too that I had nothing to do with in the first place. Isi is two years my elder however and we’ve both practically lived here on campus all our lives so I guess it would be hard not to get talked about. Or to keep your blood relations a secret.

Not many of the students attending this school have family here. Sure they may have older or younger brothers or sisters who have the same ability but they may have been sent to other schools for adapting their own. Many believe that if you attend a school where you know the other students before attending, you’ll become anti-social and stick only to those people. I guess that could happen with old friends, but I’ve seen students attending the school form groups of ‘friends’ and stick only to them anyways. Occasionally they stick to the old saying of keeping enemies close instead. Yet no old friends and no blood is just one of the unsaid school policies. I can’t understand the point of many of the school’s policies. I don’t think my parents can either, or at least not my mom since she was the reason Isi and I are both here. Just a way down the street from our childhood home, and close enough to father’s job. Maybe she understands. She just doesn’t care. My mother always seems to be planning, because she always cares about the rules, what people think, and how her children are presented.

“-ey. Nalu are you with us?” Nathan asks waving a hand in front of my face. I hadn’t even noticed him bend down to my level.

“Yeah,” I say and smile. “Is the worst over yet?” I ask him and glance over at Isi who had switched the letter over to the other hand and was now scratching her arm. He nods in reassurance.

“I have to go and see the nurse. Just in case that itching powder had something else mixed in it.” Isi says her temper finally subsiding and she hurries out the room.

Nathan offers his hand to me and I gladly accept it. He pulls me up to his level with ease. I shift away from the shelves before another book could fall down on to my head. “He’s really getting on her nerves,” I note and Nathan nods in agreement. His dark brown hair fell in front of his eyes, covering the white irises before he moves it out of the way again. Nathan was a soul who avoids hiding his oddly colored eyes. As if he was a soldier understanding of all lost things. A color so pale, white it contrasts starkly with his own colors. I wonder, does he like his eyes? Do I like mine?

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