Nornslayer
sugar is my wife and morg is the other mistress
SPIDER IN THE ROSES
mental fairy
Vulpecula darted through the trees, her small form virtually invisible. She was running low on her supply of Pixie dust and she felt the itch burning in her veins. Despite her body not being built for it she couldn’t resist the honeyed call. Ever since she first was forced to take in in an effort to escape her captivity years ago she was hooked on the rush, the power, the strength it gave her. Her power hinged on sweet words and sultry looks, and rose red lips pressed onto others. For once it was nice to channel her inner genhenna and just punch the everloving shit out of someone. The knowledge that if she had a vial on hand, she most likely wouldn’t have been captured haunted her every waking moment. Now, she is never seen without a vial. Unfortunately she was down to one last hit and the nearest supplier was half a day’s flight away from Vul’s secluded home outside the pixie forest. Vulpecula hated going too far from her hut high in the trees, paranoia seeping through her pores. Every sense was heightened from fear, and she did her best to stay out of sight.
Normally if she was going out she’d ask Gen to come with her, but the larger fairy was unaware of the other’s crippling addiction to the glowing poison, and vul wanted to keep it that way. She flitted carefully around a large outcropping, bright blue eyes darting around searching for an unfamiliar form. She had been flying for several hours and she thankfully was able to dodge the large beasts throughout the forest, and only spotted one human that was easy to dart unseen from. The mental fairy spotted the gnarled twisted tree know for the landmark that signified one was close to a Pixie Dust outpost. Hopefully they were open and were willing to trade for some information and some poisonous mushrooms she had collected with the help of Genhenna.
As she got nearer she began to hear shrill screams and a cacophony of cackles and insults thrown around in grating male voices. Her worst nightmare. Normally she’d fly for the hills but what if Genhenna was there. The other fairy had mentioned she was running low on her stock a couple days ago. She fluttered in place for a minute, panic flowing through her system, at war with herself. Finally she decided, just a quick look. If Gen wasn’t there she’d speed away. Her cold heart couldn’t find it in itself to care about the other fairies, not if it put her at risk. Genhenna and Vul were the only two fairies that mattered after all. The purple skinned girl began her dive forward, getting within eyesight of the outpost and the surrounding environment. A gasp escaped her, fear like she hadn’t felt since Hook had her, soaking into her bones.
A crowd of lost boys lurked there, tormenting fairies unfortunate enough to get caught in their cruel grasp. But that wasn’t the part that struck the paralyzing fear into her, no, that was left for the torches several carried. The torches that were about to set fire to the outpost. The one rule all fairies no matter how unruly upheld, was never bring fire around an outpost. Pixie dust was **highly** flammable. And the lost boys were about start the largest bonfire of the century. Frozen in fear it took a minute for her to spin around, a minute too long. The torches dropped. The fire began. An explosion rocketed through the forest and she heard similar booms echoing around. Oh god, they must have located all the outposts. There was only one fairy she could think of who would have sold that information, Honeybell. That bitch had a knack for killing their kind, more so than the headman himself.
Her thoughts were silenced as the heatwave hit her, the fire beginning to leap forward from tree to tree. It seemed like the entire forest was doomed to be engulfed. Vul turned and flew as fast as she could, flames nipping at her wings. The nearest opening out of the forest was miles away. Tears leaked from her eyes, steaming her face. Death was once something she sought but Gen had given her something to live for and she wasn’t ready to give up. Not till she saw Gen again. She survive this, just like she survived Hook and his men. Not for herself, but for Genhenna. A coughing fit tore out of her, a frequent symptom of her addict, but exaggerated due to the smoke inhalation. She felt her lungs seize, and forced a breath. Her cough growing worse. Blood hit her palm, soaking the soft skin. The heat and pain making her dizzy. She felt burns on her arms and feet. Adding to the nightmare. She saw the opening ahead, it seemed so far. Vulpecula felt her body wane and knew she had one choice left.
The fairy mid flight grabbed her last vial of pixie dust and downed it, feeling the speed boost and momentary energy consume her. The adrenaline let her ignore the pain for now but deep down she knew the after effects would be the worst of her life. But at least she’d have a life. She’d make sure of it. The pixie dust gave her the strength to power on and she dove out of the forest, the blaze following her. It was like a raging storm, taking over every branch and leaf. The attack was over but the real war had just started.
Vulpecula
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DAYWALKER
shallow siren
A large and excited siren darted through the lagoon, sending currents raging with a swish of his powerful tail. Golden eyes gleamed as he tugged a much smaller siren behind him. "Hurry up Delly, I'm hungry!" Kazamir used his brute force to pull her faster racing out of the lagoon. The man loved playing with the pirates but sadly for them his growling stomach outweighed his want to play. His teeth poked out from his bottom lip, drool saturating the water around them, mingling with it, as he thought about the delicious meat he would soon be sinking into. Almost more exhilarating than the thought of food, was the thought he'd probably have to wrestle someone down for it. Unlike his fellow shallow sea sirens, Kaz was unskilled in the act of subtlety and seduction. Instead he preferred to pop up out of the water like a demented jack in the box, sink his jagged teeth into a limb and using his jaw strength pull them overboard and into his waiting arms. He absolutely loved when they put up a fight, who didn't want dinner and a show? His longtime companion made a small eep as he dashed forward, propelling himself with a fierce smack of his muscular tail.
To get to the Jolly Roger they had to take a quick trip through one of his favorite places, Crocodile Creek, yet another way he differed from the other sirens. Crocodile Creek, like the name suggested; was the home of the Giant Crocodiles. The smallest of their kind were around 25 ft and the largest reached 30ft. Kaz himself wasn't particularly small, in fact he was the largest of the sirens, minus maybe one very deep siren named Nyx. A whopping 14ft from the tip of his head to the bottom of his fin, he was a very large fish. The rippling muscles and long claws finished his terrifying build. He was pretty much the only siren in the group who could outright wrestle the Giant Crocs, the others relying on speed or camouflage.
Kazamir on the other hand reveled in the fight and was decorated in a series of scars and bites from his many battles. A grin spread on his angular face as he spotted the tunnel that led to the Creek. Building up speed he pushed off with his tail and soared through, Delmare clinging close to him. Hungry jaws snapped a millimeter from kaz's face, his ingrained reflexes kicking in to roll over and doge. His eyes winded as he spotted the Crocs rushing at them, far more aggressive than normal. The high pitched trills from his friend in the siren language translated to "something's wrong! leave now!" Kaz not one to ever run from a fight prepared to dash in when he spotted a boat in the middle of the creek with a figure clutching some sort of glowing object. Now kaz may be an idiot, but even he knew who the Lost Boy's were. A twisted snarl covered his face and he made to lunge forward shouting a curse at the man. "COWARD! COME FIGHT ME YOU SQUISHY PINK THING!"
In response the Lost Boy smirked and in a hoarse voice cried out, "F E A S T". The Giant Crocs surged forward as one, teeth snapping. Knowing he was outclassed and not willing to risk his small buddy, he grimaced and spun around fleeing back through the tunnel. His hair whipped around him, temporarily blinding him. Panic beat inside his chest like a drum, an emotion he rarely felt. The dashed out of the tunnel and sped towards the lagoon. The world seemed to narrow and all Kaz saw was their path to safety, ignorant of all else. A shrill screech pierced through his tunnel vision and he swiveled around to spot that a whole crowd of Lost Boys stood on the shore surrounding the lagoon and perched on the rock walls caging the lagoon in.
One group hoisted a net high in the air, holding a wriggling and scared Delmare inside. He snarled deeply and whirled around, beginning to move towards her. A hefted spear thrown through his tail halted his movement. Hissing, he yanked it out, red blood spilling into the dark water drifting down low below. Attracted by the blood a head popped up next to him, a siren by the name of Tempest. "A deep one has been taken!! We must gather the others!" Kaz gave a nod and focused on the army approaching them, a slight gash in his tail had never stopped him before. He threw himself forward grabbing the nearest enemy and tugging them under. They barely even had a chance to scream before he ripped their throat out with his teeth. He was in no mood to play, rage burned in his skin making him more reckless and aggressive than ever before.
He paid no mind to the spears and arrows pelting him, ignoring the many injuries he was accumulating. His only focus was tearing through the people between him and the siren most important to him. He vaguely noticed the others joining the crusade, one in particular being Delm's uncle. He had no time to call out to him however, as his moment of distraction cost him. One of the Lost Boy's had hit a crucial shot from his crossbow at Kaz that he wasn't able to dodge. It lodged itself a millimeter from his heart, causing his body to erupt in pain.
The other injuries finally seeped into his brain and his severely damaged tail gave up on him. He could barely keep himself afloat, but he refused to give up. Next to him floated the bodies of the sirens who gave their lives in the battle. Limbs of the Lost Boys drifted alongside, a sign that the sirens fought back just as hard. But Delm remained trapped and a smirking cloaked figure lifted her higher, tying the rope of the net to a tall tree dangling just out of most of the siren's jumping range. He then lifted a torch to the net, making it clear what his next actions would be. Kaz tried to muster up the strength to dive forward but another spear from one of the few remaining Lost Boys stopped him in his track. There was no time left, either the torch got her or the sun an hour later. it seemed hopeless.
Blood pouring from the gaping wound in his chest, soaking the water around him and cascading down his muscular chest. He knew he couldn't get to her but he sure as hell would take everyone down with him. There was no reason to exist without Delmare. Kazamir bared his teeth and a savage grin and called out "See you soon Delly," and prepared to launch himself into the surefire death in front of him. Mid lunge a large and scarred body leapt over him, lightning fast despite the heavy build. The siren, known as Delm's uncle, hit the Lost Boy with the force of a speeding train, and the torch harmlessly hit the sand, dimming and becoming void. Delm was saved but her uncle wasn't so lucky, fatally wounded by the Lost Boy he downed to save his precious niece. Kaz let out a mournful howl as Delm uttered a high pitched wail. The last of the Lost Boy's fell but the aftermath had just begun.
To get to the Jolly Roger they had to take a quick trip through one of his favorite places, Crocodile Creek, yet another way he differed from the other sirens. Crocodile Creek, like the name suggested; was the home of the Giant Crocodiles. The smallest of their kind were around 25 ft and the largest reached 30ft. Kaz himself wasn't particularly small, in fact he was the largest of the sirens, minus maybe one very deep siren named Nyx. A whopping 14ft from the tip of his head to the bottom of his fin, he was a very large fish. The rippling muscles and long claws finished his terrifying build. He was pretty much the only siren in the group who could outright wrestle the Giant Crocs, the others relying on speed or camouflage.
Kazamir on the other hand reveled in the fight and was decorated in a series of scars and bites from his many battles. A grin spread on his angular face as he spotted the tunnel that led to the Creek. Building up speed he pushed off with his tail and soared through, Delmare clinging close to him. Hungry jaws snapped a millimeter from kaz's face, his ingrained reflexes kicking in to roll over and doge. His eyes winded as he spotted the Crocs rushing at them, far more aggressive than normal. The high pitched trills from his friend in the siren language translated to "something's wrong! leave now!" Kaz not one to ever run from a fight prepared to dash in when he spotted a boat in the middle of the creek with a figure clutching some sort of glowing object. Now kaz may be an idiot, but even he knew who the Lost Boy's were. A twisted snarl covered his face and he made to lunge forward shouting a curse at the man. "COWARD! COME FIGHT ME YOU SQUISHY PINK THING!"
In response the Lost Boy smirked and in a hoarse voice cried out, "F E A S T". The Giant Crocs surged forward as one, teeth snapping. Knowing he was outclassed and not willing to risk his small buddy, he grimaced and spun around fleeing back through the tunnel. His hair whipped around him, temporarily blinding him. Panic beat inside his chest like a drum, an emotion he rarely felt. The dashed out of the tunnel and sped towards the lagoon. The world seemed to narrow and all Kaz saw was their path to safety, ignorant of all else. A shrill screech pierced through his tunnel vision and he swiveled around to spot that a whole crowd of Lost Boys stood on the shore surrounding the lagoon and perched on the rock walls caging the lagoon in.
One group hoisted a net high in the air, holding a wriggling and scared Delmare inside. He snarled deeply and whirled around, beginning to move towards her. A hefted spear thrown through his tail halted his movement. Hissing, he yanked it out, red blood spilling into the dark water drifting down low below. Attracted by the blood a head popped up next to him, a siren by the name of Tempest. "A deep one has been taken!! We must gather the others!" Kaz gave a nod and focused on the army approaching them, a slight gash in his tail had never stopped him before. He threw himself forward grabbing the nearest enemy and tugging them under. They barely even had a chance to scream before he ripped their throat out with his teeth. He was in no mood to play, rage burned in his skin making him more reckless and aggressive than ever before.
He paid no mind to the spears and arrows pelting him, ignoring the many injuries he was accumulating. His only focus was tearing through the people between him and the siren most important to him. He vaguely noticed the others joining the crusade, one in particular being Delm's uncle. He had no time to call out to him however, as his moment of distraction cost him. One of the Lost Boy's had hit a crucial shot from his crossbow at Kaz that he wasn't able to dodge. It lodged itself a millimeter from his heart, causing his body to erupt in pain.
The other injuries finally seeped into his brain and his severely damaged tail gave up on him. He could barely keep himself afloat, but he refused to give up. Next to him floated the bodies of the sirens who gave their lives in the battle. Limbs of the Lost Boys drifted alongside, a sign that the sirens fought back just as hard. But Delm remained trapped and a smirking cloaked figure lifted her higher, tying the rope of the net to a tall tree dangling just out of most of the siren's jumping range. He then lifted a torch to the net, making it clear what his next actions would be. Kaz tried to muster up the strength to dive forward but another spear from one of the few remaining Lost Boys stopped him in his track. There was no time left, either the torch got her or the sun an hour later. it seemed hopeless.
Blood pouring from the gaping wound in his chest, soaking the water around him and cascading down his muscular chest. He knew he couldn't get to her but he sure as hell would take everyone down with him. There was no reason to exist without Delmare. Kazamir bared his teeth and a savage grin and called out "See you soon Delly," and prepared to launch himself into the surefire death in front of him. Mid lunge a large and scarred body leapt over him, lightning fast despite the heavy build. The siren, known as Delm's uncle, hit the Lost Boy with the force of a speeding train, and the torch harmlessly hit the sand, dimming and becoming void. Delm was saved but her uncle wasn't so lucky, fatally wounded by the Lost Boy he downed to save his precious niece. Kaz let out a mournful howl as Delm uttered a high pitched wail. The last of the Lost Boy's fell but the aftermath had just begun.
Kazamir
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