Ego’s Blog Challenge #3


via Ego’s Blog Challenge #3

There is a bit of madness in thinking of giving advice to your younger self because we can’t exactly go back.  It’s still a fun bit of play when you preform it because you usually end up inspiring others who are younger than you.

The truest advice I can give to writers and to my past self is : Get over yourself.

Across the board I have met so many writers that work hard to find reasons they can’t write. The reasons run from : I’m tired, I’m sad, I’m just not in the mood, my muse isn’t paying attention, I have writers block.

Since I am polite in person it’s rare that I say the kinda things I’m going to say here so prepare yourself for a lot of swearing.

I’m tired :

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I hate hearing this because this isn’t followed by the person getting some rest. This is followed by someone kicking on a video game or TV for 1-10 hours. This really translates to I’m done giving effort for today and I need to not sound like I’m lazy. Fuck that, you are weak and you are wasting my time. Go the fuck to sleep or just say you don’t wanna write right now. Writing isn’t exactly calorie intensive.


I’m sad/I’m just not in the mood:

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See that crying baby in the picture, this is what I imagine when someone tell me they are too sad or down to write. You fall into one of two categories to me. One: you must be a really flat writer. You have a lot of emotion and you have trouble writing? This is a great time to write negative emotions in your story, this is the perfect time to write about loss and confusion in your story. Two: You are giving excuses. Stop that. Unless your sadness is about broken fingers then you can still write.

my muse isn’t paying attention, I have writers block:

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Unless you are being visited by a magical being tossing plots at you. Shut the fuck up, not only do you sound lazy but you sound pretentious as hell. Could you imagine if other careers or jobs did this? “Sorry boss, I can’t cool down the power plant. I’m just not inspired to work.” “Yes I know your store got robbed but I’ve got law enforcement block.”  You don’t need a muse any more than honestly meeting people, if people took time to interact to with others and travel all the muse in the world would be yours. Writer’s block is not a real thing, you can get into ruts and you can get a bit stuck but long periods of not writing is a choice not a conditions.


So my advice for old me? Shut up, suit up, and write.

Prompt Given by Volegase

Jessica tracked her quarry across the park, it was late and most of the homeless had already moved to safer areas. She waited in the tree with a beef stick in her mouth, the creature she was tracking was still wary.  Jessica had painted every bit of her body with camouflage patterns to avoid wearing the heavy camouflage uniform that most hunters wore, the glasses she wore made the darkness of the park as bright as noon without giving away her position like mechanical night vision.

The creature finally stopped moving as it grabbed a goose by neck, the goose was consumed before it could even protest. That was enough to make her work, she waited till the goose was already sliding down the Lamia’s belly before hefting her gun. Unlike many in her profession, she rather use her noisy rifle than an unreliable but silent bow.

Jessica lined her sights with the Lamia’s torso, the creature was wearing a bright green sweater that matched her the scales of her lower body. Jessica felt a little guilt as she lined up her shot, she would be ruining a perfectly good sweater. Jessica fire her shot and heard the wet smack as the dart slammed into  her flesh.   The creature didn’t even flinch from the impact, Jessica  watched as the creature pulled out the dart.

“You didn’t have to shoot me! Asshole.” The Lamia raised her hand and waited, “I am unarmed and I don’t have any spells ready.”

Jessica heard enough horror stories about hunters being caught by Lamia and having to be cut out of those creatures stomach. Jessica raised her rifle and put another two shots into the Lamia, the creature swayed a bit before moving toward her position. The green beast made it within a hundred feet before flopping to the grass like a marionette with its strings cut.


Millie snapped awake and noticed two very important things: She was currently in a cage and she was being driven some where.  Millie sighed and leaned against the back of the truck, she rapped her fist against the back of the truck.

“So you are awake? Sorry about the sweater but that’s what happens when you go around killing ducks.” Jessica said as the  truck rumbled through downtown.

“Those were geese and I thought it would be fine. The foxes out there eat them all the time.” Millie groaned and noticed that the truck pulled into a garage. “So what’s the bounty on me, My name is Millie Smith, I probably have a record with your hunter buddies.”

“Your record isn’t too bad, most of it is trespassing and eating park animals. I don’t get it, the city has fewer animals than the reserve. Why do you keep coming to that park? Every single violation is at that part.” Jessica commented.

The hunter killed the engine and stepped out of the truck, she held a collar in her hand as she looked over the dirty Lamia. The light of the garage revealed patches of partially shed skin and a many jagged scars near the base of her tail. Jessica updated her hunters app and snapped a photo of the captured monster, a small ping indicated that she had been paid.

“Well there are three choices I have to make as your hunter. Choice A: Is I recommend you for re-homing and they stick you on a reserve. You’ve already ran away from a lot of those. The second option is that I recommend you for domestication, a soft slavery for monsters so we can sleep at night knowing we did the right thing.” Jessica let the words hang in the air before continuing. “Final option is to petition that you be deemed to dangerous to the city and we should humanely put you down.”

Millie paled, “I’m not dangerous, I haven’t hurt anyone on purpose.”

“That’s not true, you managed to knock a hunter unconscious with a duck. There was video evidence of that.” Jessica laughed and turned her phone around to show video of Millie being surprised by a hunter. She tossed the duck hard enough that poor animal died on impact with the hunter skull, the video continued with her picking up the hunter and rushing him to the police.

“It’s not my fault he couldn’t catch, I was hoping to run not get shot. I don’t want to killed because I like going to a park.” The Lamia coiled around herself protectively in the corner of her cage.

“I’ll make you a deal, tell me why you keep going to Wicker Park and I’ll see what I can do on my end.” Jessica stepped closer to lean against the bars, while Lamia were strong on their snake-like half… the same couldn’t be said for the human-like parts.

“I really like the park, it’s quiet at night and the few humans that do appear don’t seem to mind my presence. The birds are unwary enough that if I only eat one every so often I have free food.” Millie said while patting her scales, she could still feel the bird making it way through her body.

“Where do you go when you aren’t in the park? There is way you are navigating down town without a single  human noticing you. We only started getting calls yesterday about a green scaled Lamia in a sweater.”  Jessica commented while fingering the collar, “I don’t think you got all those scars from being peaceful.”

“Another tried to drive me from the park, not like you humans. The girl was bigger and stronger, she had skin like dried paint and long white fingers that ended in claws. We fought and won by hold her under the park water with my tail.” Millie said with a shrug, “I hope it looks better after my next molting.”

Jessica tossed in the collar, “How familiar are you with hunters?”

The look of pure annoyance that crossed Millie face almost made Jessica laugh, “Stupid question but I think I could work out a partnership that would allow you to visit the part at least two days a week and you don’t have to go back to the reserve.”

Millie slither closer to the woman, she finally got a good look at Jessica. The woman was short but everything else about her screamed predator, even the hand rested on the hilt of a blade was ready to kill her at a moments notice. Millie trembled as she felt like prey before the veteran hunter, she licked out her forked tongue nervously tasting the heat of the human beneath her.

“I’m listening…”

“I’m in the market for an assistant, five days of week you can work for me. The other two days you would be given paid reprieve long as you don’t cause too much trouble.” Jessica tossed the collar into the cage. “Make no mistake, the moment you put that collar on. You become my responsibility and your life in my hands.”

Millie picked up the collar, the collar was plush and pink with a bunny motif on the leather outside. There was a serial number along the metal clasp, Millie feel the hum of magic on the collar but she didn’t know what type. Her tongue flicked out faster, the tip of her serpentine tongue could taste human on the collar.

“What will this do to me, I won’t just enslave myself because you are nice.” Millie asked, sweat was beading on her forehead.

“Tracking spells and sensory spells. It’s standard stuff, the same the police use. You’ll know my condition and state just by focusing. I’ll be able to do the same. Trust me this job is boring most days, you’ve been my most excited this week and you didn’t even fight back.” Jessica spoke while holding up a bracelet,  the gentle prickling of magic emanated from it.

“This is mine, same magic, just a cuter look.” Jessica said.

“Do I get another sweater since you shot holes in mine?” Millie said clasping the collar around her neck, the magic prickled at her for a moment.  She could see a feel the nervous tension of Jessica, she knew that the human was hungry and tired. She even knew that she had itch on the back of her hand.

“Welcome to the Hunter Corp, I’m Jessica Satten.  I’ll get you settled in today and we will begin training tomorrow.” Jessica grinned like an excited cat.


Blog Challenge Two

Prompt #2: Make a list of five things you’re afraid of happening to you. Then write a story in which one of them happens to your character.

  1. [Hella redacted]
  2. [Mega Redacted]
  3. [Holy Super Ghost Dragon Redacted]
  4. [Redacted]
  5. Learning my purpose after I’m dead.


I’m picking number five.



There are those that say they want to die surrounded by loved ones and in the comfort of their own bed. I say piss on them! I. Eldarn, wanted to die with my claws digging into a human’s neck and my snout covered in the blood of their children. I didn’t expect to die like this thought, my own brothers placed the noose around my neck.

I could only see the sight of my children staring on in horror as the humans look on in almost gleeful excitement. I can’t blame them though, I’ve done far worse to their kind for fun. The rope was getting tighter as my own soldiers hoisted me up, a muffled choke is all that escapes my lips as I’m hosted over the battlement. I don’t curse my soldiers for what they are doing to me, if I don’t die then it will be everyone who dies.

It starts to happen, the pain of a brain starved of oxygen. My vision faded quickly as my body tried to gulp any source of air, the pain was far worse than I could have imagined. It was like my lungs were burning as my skull was being bashed in by the night widow herself. Darkness overtook me as the pain went away to nothingness, not that sort of ghostly nothing. Nothingness with a capital letter, I couldn’t feel anything not pain, not pleasure, not even the festering burn from the rotted tooth I got during the war.

I don’t know how much time passed in that state but it ended when landed unceremoniously in a room. I immediately took in a lungful of air, my revival didn’t do much for the pain of what caused my death. Rope burns aren’t the best feeling to grace a sudden return to the land of the living. Across from me was a human, she was pulling blades out of her chest. She towered over me like many human’s did but her gaze locked on me.

“I guess this is hell. I know heaven wouldn’t have any of your kind here. Monster.” She glared as the final knife clattered to the floor.

I wheeze out a response but my throat was still healing, I turn away from her and notice the beautiful artwork adorning the walls. The portrait was of something I recognized immediately, It was the Vassalr lake. A place that was sacred among my kind, those who reach adulthood are allowed to peer into the lake and see the color of our future.

“I’m sure that you’ve probably seen that lake in person, Monster. That lake is such a terrible place, I drew that picture when I was still stupid enough to believe that your kind were good people.”

I growled and flex my claws, “Watch your mouth vermin, I should tear out your eyes for even seeing such a place. Though the picture… the picture takes me back, I remember gazing into the lake and seeing red. I would be a warrior, I would kill many for my people.”

“I gaze into it and I saw white butterflies.” She said shrugging her shoulders, “I used the shifting water to paint this picture, I took an arrow in the shoulder for my troubles but I managed to finish.”

I heard rumors about the event, I was even sent to kill this human. “For a human you racked up an amazing body count, you killed so many of my people. You disregard for our sacred place lead to my rise to power, we burned entire villages looking for you.”

“I know, those knives came from your kin. The finally managed to get revenge for what I did to old Eldarn. Your general was so caught up in his war, he didn’t take the time to wonder why his people went from murdering human’s to capturing them to taking them as war brides.” The woman smiled while drawing her attention to a bone flute.

“My betrayal wasn’t much of a surprise, I wasn’t cut out to be a leader but I was a good warrior.” I rubbed my snout in thought as she picked up the flute, I ignored her as I continued. The isolation of death made me far more talkative than I was in life, even if my company was less than stellar.

“If it wasn’t for your idiocy, neither of us would have had to die.” I grunted tiredly, “I just wish I could see my children, knowing the human’s my daughter will be slaves and my sons will be made into clothing.”

“You are so morbid, I think you would enjoy art.” The human laughed at me, I laughed back at her and jabbed my claws into gut. I might as well get to painting after all.

Milky white liquid poured out of her wound, She pulled my claws out of her stomach and rolled her eyes. “We are dead. What exactly did you expect to happen?”

“You at least being quiet for a bit, maybe I should try tearing out your throat just to be sure.” I threatened but honestly I didn’t feel the urge of trying to kill her if it wasn’t going to do much. “Why do you suppose that we are here together, I doubt the Gods want us to learn a lesson here.”

“I would refute your Gods but mine didn’t show up here either. I wonder why my blood is white now, I’m pretty sure I bleed red normally.” She raised an eyebrow as the room lurched and several more pictures she drew lined the walls along with one that she hadn’t created. This picture frustrated me.

The picture was of me, sitting in the Vassalr with a large black flower that held white butterfly on the petals.  I barely remember it but the understanding of this moment and the hell that I was brought into made me want to vomit. The woman stepped toward the picture and touched it, her fingers trailed over the oil paint used to make the painting.

“Did you draw this?” She asked, I hated how familiar she behaved with me.

“I do not draw, the arts are beyond me. I much rather play music to boost morale. Someone drew this of me and It’s infuriating, I did not thing that the afterlife was filled with so much mocking.” I grumbled and licked the fluid off of my claws.

‘Does he remember me?  Eldarn, you are a fool and you did not but reject your own culture you killed so many over.’ I turned my head to face her but the words weren’t coming from her mouth, I licked some more of the white blood off of my talons.

‘You saw the rose, you know my vision. Fine. I will wait for you to acknowledge me, it not like I have anything else to do in this room.’  I continued to stare at her in anger.

“I do not accept a human as my bonded so you can remove those thoughts from you head. I reject you, I reject you. I reject you!” My screams vibrated through the room as I lunged at her, my claws tore into her face. Milky white blood painted the room, I felt little relief as she wrapped her hands around me in a hug. I wanted her to suffer but nothing I did seem to do more than sadden her.

“Are you done? Do you feel empowered?” She said as her head simply regrew a body instead of trying to fix all the organs I tossed across the room.

I glare silently at her, “I know you are fully capable of killing my people, I’ve seen what you did to the hunters. Why don’t you fight back?”

She shrugged, “I don’t want to give you the vindication to hate me. You can’t hurt me here and I don’t think I can hurt you outside of saying mean words. This place makes me scared, no windows, four bland walls and a collection of my pictures. I am without purpose.”

“Purpose.” The word frustrated me, this woman in her insensitivity took my purpose. “Allow me to show you purpose.”

If drinking her blood would allow me inside of that disgusting mind of hers…. My claws will help her see what she did to my purpose. I slammed my claws into my own flesh, it’s painless but I can feel the pressure and heat. I pull out my heart and hold it out, she continues to wear that implacable look of boredom on her face as she hold my heart in her hands.

“Eat it.” I order as a second heart fills my chest cavity.

“I will do not such-”

“I will carve open your stomach and put it there if you don’t.”

“So violent, I guess I can’t expect much from a warlord.” She bites into my heart, it’s not something I want to see but I gauge her reaction, there is a slip in her mask as she bites into the white flesh a second time.

She finishes the heart and sits for a moment in thought. “So because you could not find your bonded your destiny changed?  So many died on both sides and you couldn’t just tell me what I did wrong?! How was  I to know?”

“It was too late, it’s still to late. I can’t go back and un-kill, un-rape, un-pillage the humans lands. You cannot go back and bring my brothers back to life. So we are stuck here, because a fool wanted to paint a picture.” I sat against the wall and watched as the photos were now replaced with a mural showing my impalement of a human family on five of our war banners.

“Do you regret any of it?” She asked with cracking voice, I wonder how deep into my soul did she peer.

“I regret all of it. Consider what you are, we could have had a nice life of traveling musicians or art dealers.”

“I’m sorry.” She said.

I don’t speak, I just start at the scrawny human and realize that I still do not know her name. I don’t want to know her name, she stole my purpose from me. I still hate her and she can feel it pressing on her mind.









Prompt Night Wensday

Prompt 1: This image

“Another mortal trickles down to my chambers.” The pale man chuckled from pool filled with scented oils and floating flowers. The figure was as beautiful as freshly fallen snow, the only evidence of his demonic nature was the coal black horns that adorned his head.

The dread lord Bathros appeared in the room with his armor shattered and the last vestiges of holy energy dissipated from his tortured body.  He remembered fighting and dying to a blade so pure that he wished to feel it’s cut again. The pale man clapped his hands slowly as Bathros knelt, Bathros knew that he would have to atone to his masters.

“It was a good show, I honestly expected you to win but even I couldn’t bring you back from complete purification. So thus, Bathros is dead and his minions will be scattered to the winds. How do you feel about your current state, Dread Lord.” The figure strode out of the water, his body flaring with a heat that dried him as soon as he stepped out of the water.

“I know I have failed my masters, I do not know which of the seven are you, I apologize.” Bathros said, his voice filled with sorrow.

“I am all of them. Each of your blessings is just another aspect of my power, I was rooting for you and your plan was sound but the main thing that we didn’t account for was the interference of a much more powerful angel.”  The figure placed a hand over Bathros’ head as he gently removed the powers he bestowed upon the human.

“You don’t sound angry, my Master?” Bathros couldn’t help but wonder about the demons that demanded he sacrifice his son, Marcus, to it as an offering for more power.

“Why would I be? You made me seven promises and with each one I gave you seven boons that would be yours if you succeeded. If you failed then your soul became mine, there is nothing that I had to lose here. You were quiet entertaining to watch, I would watch your fights with Marcus and instruct him on basic demonology.” The demon remarked as Marcus raised his head to look at him.

“My son is h-” Bathros barely got the words out as his mouth was suddenly filled with the demon’s shaft. Bathros  tried to spit out the invading organ the more he tried to resists the further the demon pushed him down.

“Yes and you’ll get to meet him but for now… I’m a little bored of discussion. We will have plenty of time to discuss this when your belly is full.” The demon remarked as the door behind him opened.

Entering the room was a massive hulking demon, long black horns were attached to a large canine like body. Five long tentacle like appendages dragged along the floor as it approached them,  the creature nostrils flared as it’s pink body tensed. It moved closer to Bathros while his throat was getting filled, the creature smiled as a trail of drool dripped from it’s mouth.

“Father? The creature rumbled as it’s appendages moved over Bathros armor, to the man’s horror each tentacle was topped with a different animal penis.

“When I am done Marcus, he is all yours. I did promise you a happy reunion. I left him unspoiled.” The demon chuckled.

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“This is a little awkward.” Brian said sitting across from one of the most impressive dragon that he had ever met, the hours they spent dying and eating came to quick arkward pause as she asked about his career.

“It’s a little embarrassing and I think we are having such a good night that we should probably end it on a high note. How was your braised troll steak?” Brian said nervously putting up his menu as if it would shield him from the thirty feet of blue dragon that gazed down at him curiously.

“Oh please, I can tell by the way you are about to burst out of your tunic that you do a lot of manual labor.” Dess the breaker of mountains chuckled with a enough force that she blew the awning off of the restaurant.

“I’m a dragon tamer.” Brian answered sheepishly, Dess laughter immediately stopped as she peeked down at Brian.

“You’re a dragon tamer?” She asked, he nodded.

“You break in a dragon to be ridden by the dragoons?” Dess asked, Brian nodded with his face flushed.

“You pull them down with ropes, you hit them with the flat sticks and you make them buckle under your will like dumb animals? Then you make sure that they breed and give you enough eggs for the next set of dragons?” Dess asked loudly enough that several of the half dragons running the restaurant paused to look at them.

“Yes, I’m-”

“Oh fuck that is hot, I love seeing those humans tame the lesser drakes and you are one of them. Would you uh… like to come back to my keep?” Dess asked, the smell of her arousal was strong as she stood up on all four limbs.

Brian looked between her legs  and noticed a waterfall of clear liquid dripping under her tail. The lust was clear in her eyes, while relief washed over him about his career they glowing eyes of Dess told him something far more terrifying as she scattered a few gold coins from under her scales across the table. Dess was in her hording phase and he was going to be a part of her horde, he was scooped up in an enormous claw before she took flight.

“So… you have a keep? I thought blue dragons kept to mountains and spires…” Brian yelled over the sound of her flapping wings.

“Too old fashioned, I can study magic anywhere and it puts my servant at ease if I’m close.” Dess mentioned casually as they neared the keep.

“Servants?” Brian asked as she came to a soft landing, he was dropped off in a courtyard as hundreds of blue Kobolds rushed to greet her. Dess shrugged at him as she watched him slide off the pile of books that made up her courtyard horde.

“So when do we get to training… I want them to watch.” She grinned ferally.


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This Prompt

“Grab my hand…” The woman spoke with a sigh of displeasure, her armor hummed with arcane energy as she grabbed the hand of the human feeling the hordes of monsters.  Adriana clasped his hand and swung him on top of the the war horse.

“What is happening?!” The human screamed as the chattering horde of monsters snapped at the rear of he horse. He was dressed in modern looking clothes and his lack of mana told her that he wasn’t from her side of the fracture.

“It’s a bunch of zerglings, don’t let them capture you. They’ll turn you into something horrid, grab on to the reigns and make sure my horse doesn’t run away.” Adriana slipped of the horse and roared her defiance at the hordes of monsters.

“I will murder every one of your family you ugly zerglings.”  Adriana charged before  the sickening whip crack of a gunshot snapped over the crowd.  Adriana felt her body go slack as the bullet passed through cleanly.

“Hmph… I will never understand how such being got by without good fire arms.” Alexei Stukov stepped from around the various zerglings that had paused to feast on the Draeni corpse.   “Leave her brain intact, we will understand this ‘magic’ that these Alliance creatures covet so dearly.”

Stukov watched the young man galloping away on the horse with a small smile, ” You know… I’ve been wondering how the others are faring here. It’s such child’s play when you can just grow your own army.”

In the distance beyond the many mountains of Azeroth became blighted with the growth of Hives, such a discordant would would become fuel for the billions of Zerg that would flourish on this world.  Stukov adjusted his officers coat and leaned against on of the many ultralisks in his army, he sent out a telepathic signal to Kerrigan.

‘My unit has already marched on these Draeni. How fares the Queen of blades against the horde?’

The image of Kerrigan looking up from a mouth full of orc entrail as Mutalisk soar around her told Stukov everything he needed to know. ‘Stukov you have to try these orc. They are even more tasty than a Protross zealot.’

‘I’d rather not. I might be Zerg but I do remember how to eat at a table or a spawning pool.’

Sapphire Dreams

Prompt given by this guy
The knocking began as simple taps but Grant simply pulled the pillow over his face, the sounds of knocking grew more frantic. Someone really wanted to speak to Grant but he didn’t know anyone in Revalom, he got out of his bed and slipped on his boxer. Grant was ready to lay into who would be knocking at his door at four in the morning, Grant reached the door and realized that the knocking was coming from his balcony.

“Who is it?” Even as the words left his mouth, Grant felt like an idiot. What was he talking to? A Ninja? The human fly?

“Sapphy!” A high pitch voice squealed through the balcony.

Grant stepped to the balcony doors, the entire balcony was covered in newspapers and pillows. The balcony was completely clear last night but now among all of the debris was a shivering woman with shimmering blue wings, sweat beaded her face and three eggs lay in between her legs. The harpy looked up at Grant with an apologetic look as she spread her wings over the eggs.

A blue harpy just laid eggs on his balcony, “You gotta be shitting me.”

“Where is John? Is he sleeping?” The harpy asked  while using the small claws on the edge of her wings to clean the clippings still on her hair.

“The previous owner passed away almost a year ago.” Grant only knew this because of the gossip the couple next door engaged in.

“Oh… That is bad. John was a good friend, he promised that I could nest here.” Sapphy  looked up at Grant, “Can I stay here?”

Grant latched the door and picked up his cellphone, he dialed a number and paced around the room.

“Revalom Monster Assistance Line. I’m Monica, how can I help you?” A pleasant voice called from other end.

“I have a harpy problem, a large harpy just laid eggs on my balcony. She says some human said she could make eggs on the balcony. That guy is dead and it’s not my problem.”

“I understand sir, what color are the wings on this harpy. Are they brown or red?”

“Blue, really shiny blue and her legs have black skin with those gross bird textures like a chicken.” Grant said as Sapphy scratched at her legs.

“Okay sir, You can’t remove that harpy. They are an endangered species  but what you can do is fill out a MW-445 form online. The government is willing to compensate you for the care of those eggs, That is a Sapphire Harpy and they are completely non-aggressive long as you don’t harm them.” The woman replied cheerfully, “Their eggs shells and feathers can be sold for a pretty nice price and the adults shed seasonally.”

“So what do I do if she tries to enter my apartment?”

“Let her in, it’s much better than having her ‘take care of business in any place that isn’t’ a toilet.”

Grant hung up the phone and noticed that Shappy was leaning against the glass of his apartment balcony. She was starting at the bowl of fruit sitting on his kitchen counter, Grant plucked an apple from the bowl and bit into the apple. She watched him with sharp blue eyes tracing every moment, Grant found her attention a little amusing even as she drooled against the glass.

“Want some?” Grant teased  holding another apple against the glass,  she nodded erratically.

“I’m going to lay out some ground rules, this is my house. You wanna come in, you knock and ask. You wanna eat, it comes out of whatever stipend they give me for you. You don’t poop  on my stuff and you can use the bathroom when you need too. By tomorrow I want those new papers and pillows gone.” Grant said holding the juice apple by its stem.

“But I need to keep my eggs warm and I’ll get sick if I’m cold or if it rains.”

Grant nodded and pulled out his phone, he wanted to know what he was getting out of this deal. He pulled up the MW-445 payout rates, his eyes gleamed as the pay out was four grand per month. Per harpy.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot, would you like to come inside?” Grant opened the door, Sapphy stood up to her full height and Grant noticed that she was wasn’t as tall as she looked with her eggs. She was no larger than four feet even though her wings were extremely large, at least ten feet in length.

She knocked on the door frame before stepping in, she then noticed that her eggs were still inside. “I can’t pick them up, I’m… scared of cracking them.”

Grant nodded before getting three large bowls, he placed a towel in each before setting the eggs inside.  He carried each egg into his guest room, a room that he hoped to be occupied by a cute female roommate inside of blue buzzards or a woman. Grant would at least not have to pay rent if the government  was going to pay him for all the birds.

“You are drooling…” Sapphy said moving a foul-smelling claw across mouth.

“You need a bath… you smell rotten fruit and old meat.” Grant complain and pushed the scrawny blue harpy into the bathroom. She squawked and fluttered as she was unceremoniously pushed into the bathroom with the door shut behind her.

“Hey! Don’t you tell me what I need, I need to keep my eggs safe!” Sapphy  yelled through the door, she knocked a few times before giving a loud grunt of displeasure.

Grant hear the water running as the sun started to rise over the horizon, Sapphy started to sing and Grant leaned closer to the door to hear the words.

“A human pushed me into a bathroom, even though I can’t reach my back and harpies clean each other in paaaairs. Humans are dumb, humans are mean but human really really want me to be clean.” The off-key serenade continued with several insults before Sapphy stepped out of the bathroom, her talons clicked along the ground as she stopped in front of the fruit bowl.

“You can have the whole bowl, I’ll buy more later after I fill out the form.” Grant grumbled from his computer, MW-445 was twenty pages about his lifestyle and living conditions. Sapphy took the bowl and darted to her eggs, Grant could hear her start to hum to her unborn chicks.

The Black Dog



This is not a story but a personal musing. I hate the feeling of sadness, I always think of what little I have to be sad about. I have my health (I could spend more time in the gym.), I have my mind, I have people who would probably care if something bad happened to me and I have all the time in the world to work on my hobbies/passions.

So why is it that I feel so unfulfilled? I don’t think it’s just a mental illness or something like that but there is some underlying wrongness to everything some days. Like that this very moment all I can think about is just stepping out of my home and walking into the distance, what befalls me just befalls me.

While that shit is artsy and emo as hell I know I won’t do it because I am an internet junkie and time without my copious amounts of anime and podcasts would make me more miserable. I get like this sometime, it’s a part of my own dealings with the black dog. I’ve been told to take medicine to fix my pooch but I tried it before and…. Let’s just say I didn’t like the side effects.

My black dog is bit a friend but more like a grumpy stray, when I need him he is there to ground me against the massive amount of unrealistic expectations I have as a writer and a person. He is willing to bark when my ego gets bigger than my skulls capacity to hold but even the worst dogs have their good points.

Now when it comes to days like this? I wanna kick the unruly hound in his ass, nothing is going wrong, nothing is broken and yet I can’t focus or get anything done because I feel so damn tired. It’s annoying as shit and I’m fighting against it using the only power I have to deal with depression. Anger. Pure and simple, it’s much easier to deal with depression with sheer violent anger towards anything. Hatred at least feels good, yelling releases endorphins and such science stuff.

I’m going to write today, and I’m going to write good because even if I feel like I just want to spread out on the floor and let time take me. I got shit to do and being a bitch doesn’t get my novel done, my six-pack on my gut, or fixes anything wrong. So fuck depression, fuck that black dog with a cactus, fuck my own tired body, and fuck everything that isn’t pushing me forward.

With the love of a burning tire iron to the face of depression,
-Curious ❤

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(Lewd Prompt) The reward.

The village had been saved, the chimera was slain in the village square and the human that managed to do it was being treated for his injuries. The elder healer, was currently moving her scaled hands over his wounds. She dribbled in her various regents and curative, the human grunted but the smug smile of success was painted on his face.

“You are very strong… I did not expect a human to come to aid of our clan. What has the leader offered you?” The healer asked while running sting-water over his head.

“Can’t a human just help out a dune-sister without being rewarded.” He grunted and lifted his shirt to show the patch work of bruises and cuts that marred his back.

The creature laughed under her robes, her reptilian eyes flashed in the torch-light. “No one helps in the black sands for free, even my aid is being paid for by our leader. Do not lie to me, scaleless.”

“I asked for the blessing of expansion.” The human ran his hand over his crow-black hair, his heavily scarred face gazed at the robed healer. She flicked out a serpent like tongue, it was said that the dune clan’s could taste a lie in the air with their black tongues.

“You are an interesting human. Get out, I have others to see about.”

“And gossip to spread?”

The healer nodded, “Visitors are always a source of amusement for us, with the Chimera dead we will have to find another way to get outsiders to visit.”

The moment the human set foot out of the tent, he was greeted by a hulking dune clan member. It’s white scales shimmered in the bright sun while dark green eyes examined him, This dune clan member was Vissar, a friendly towering slab of reptilian muscle. “Thank you, Alan. The leader is currently pouting at your success so I am to lead you to the cool rooms.”

Alan patted the dune-brother on the shoulder, “You know out of all the dune clan members, you are the only one to call me by my name.It’s always human this, monkey that.”

The male turned his gaze downward, “I find your company pleasing, many human’s don’t care to talk to me for long periods but you are vocal and not afraid. It’s pleasing, like a cool day on the sands.”

The made their way down to the under chambers, the city-sized trading post of the dune clan was filled was reptilian dune clan members and the small tusked humanoid called Guraths.  The smells of sweet oils, honey-sand fruit, and expensive liquors wafted from the alcove hidden in one of the side tunnels.  Alan followed the large white reptile as the past two muscular dune brothers, Alan flashed a few gestures that caused both of the guards to relax.

Vissar stopped as they reached a large carpeted room filled with guards and servants patrolling the room. Vissar leaned against the wall, his towering appearance clashed with the smaller and more vibrant colors of the servants.

“This is as far as I’m allowed to travel, I do not qualify for the boon and to proceed further would be a crime.” The black creature gazed unblinkingly at Allen.

“Before I go in, I wanted to ask you something.” Alan placed a hand on the shoulder of the muscular reptile. “Would you say we were friends? I think we are but I wanna  hear your opinion since your kind is always honest.”

Vissar crossed his arms and leaned back, “I would consider you a brother, you saved my life when the Chimera tried to eat me. You don’t mock my stance on violence or my profession as scribe. You are without question, my favorite human.”

“Does that make us-”

“Yes, if you would allow. I would like to follow you to see things outside the black sands.”

Alan turned away from Vissar and looked at the rooms, each one of them had a crest above it. Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Life, and Death Alan puzzled over the rooms, he knew that he could only enter  one of them. Alan propped himself next to Vissar and watched the small lizard leaving food trays and collecting others.

“Wind.” Vissar  whispered, Alan gazed at him as Vissar placed a finger over his snout.

Alan kicked off the wall and stepped toward the wind door, the small brightly colored dune brothers stiffened  before a green scaled male crawled along the walls to tap at the crest. The door opened with a mechanical click, Alan slipped inside as the door clicked behind him.

Alan noticed the warm pool of water that was illuminated by glow stones, sitting in the middle of the pool was an enormous female dune clan member. She stood  large enough that it wasn’t a stretch to say that she could have passed for a dragon if not for the human shape, her green scales shimmered against the blue lights.

“The human hero? I figured that you would have taken a sister of fire, your kind does enjoy glow and warm more than most.” The large female tilted her head as human sized versions of herself  moved large eggs into the corner of the room from the pool.

“I have is on good authority that your clan is the one I should expand.” Alan bowed his head and noticed that all of the females had large thighs, they might lack anything approaching mammalian appeal but they were impressively shapely below the waist.

“Is that so, I don’t know how you will expand our species but it is getting crowded and I should send my daughters away before they are too old to change. As you can see, we are the breeding members of the clan, other females can breed but we never stop mating or growing once we have a male to focus on.” She gestured to one female with a tail covered in weighted rings and a broken horn, her large green wings were neatly folded behind her back. “I will suggest that you take her over any of my other spawn. ”

She stepped up to Alan while hissing with her tongue out, it was a sign of excitement among the species. She held up her fists in a playful gesture, “Human champion Alan, will you play with me for a moment? I am strong and you are strong, unlike my soft sisters I will grow into a strong village mother.”

Alan held up his fist and threw a few play jabs,  even with her plush figure the dune-sister moved like wind. She never landed a solid blow but she manage to tap his temple three times with a clawed finger. They  when he managed to tap her throat, even if he wouldn’t admit it to the village, he knew how to kill the dune clan members by watching them fight.

“You got some moves, not a monk but I could probably get you some training so you can protect yourself even better. I’m Alan Grummel, freelance problem solver.” He licked out his tongue and placed a hand on her shoulder, she mirrored the greeting of the dune clan.

“I am Gale, daughter of Mother Hurricane.” She pointed to the large dune clan resting in the pool. “I would like to leave this village, please take me with you.”

Alan nodded, “I need someone to follow me, listen to my orders and be willing to use common sense.”

“As agreement with my clan, we are cared for and expected to spread the village or replace mother when she dies. I will not betray you, I cannot return once I leave without being executed.” She admitted with a shrug, “Will you take me?”

“Yeah. I’ll take you, I hope you like the jungle that our next place.” Alan said.

The paperwork to take Gale from the village was a nightmare, Alan probably signed enough scrolls to fill a barn. Vissar was beside him to explain the scrolls that weren’t written in the Free Traders  script. Alan finished  by night fall as he paid for a large carriage carried by the fastest strider lizards he could afford.

Vissar kept his gaze to his book, he would occasionally look at Gale then his pen would scribble new notes. Vissar nervously looked up at Alan who simply smiled, which made the reptilian male hiss and scribble harder.  Vissar finally gave up and shut the book, his attention drawn to the cooling crystal at the ceiling of the room.

“You’ll both have to forgive me but I didn’t ask before, Do you find each other attractive?” Alan broke the silence and Vissar looked like he wanted to escape.

“He is a tall male and quiet imposing, I want to bite and mate him. He smells of ink which is strange but the taste is nice on my tongue.” Gale answered while looking out the window at the black sands.

“I don’t want to answer that question, humans are known to kill and fight over mating rights. I would not want to make an enemy of my friend.” Vissar scratched at his scales nervously.

“What do you both think of human’s?” Alan said while wagging his eyebrows playful.

“I find them interesting, their bodies are more adaptable than ours. Their reproductive organs are external, they grow hair and they are very warm to the touch. You are my third human and I have found your company interesting enough that I want to see a human village to record it.” Vissar answered.

“I don’t know much about them, though I don’t know if I can have eggs with them.”Gale answered, “I will try my best, if I cannot then I would work to as a vassal to you.”

Alan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well there goes my plan… This is going to be hard but considering your species honesty, I’ll try that.”

Alan placed a hand on each of their legs, his hand slid up until he was rubbing against both of reptiles cloaca. “I want both of you, I am an adventurer and I have a good amount of coin at my estate but there is something I’m missing.”

Alan’s fingers sank into the waiting folds of Gale while his fingers were pushed out by the budding erection of Vissar. Neither looked as if they wanted to rebuke him, they watched him passively as they bodies reacted more favorably. Alan took a moment to explore their anatomy.

“You are both free to refuse me and I won’t hold it against you. I want both of you.” Alan’s fingers worked skillfully as he tapped into his experience as a former sex slave. Gale hissed and bit at her claws while Vissar gently thrust into his hands.  Vissar’s green eyes and Gale’s golden ones regarded him with such confusion that he almost laughed.

“I would like this if I can enjoy the jungle lands of humans. I want to see new things and fi- fi-” Gale shuddered with a flap of her large wings and gasped, “I accept even without your fingers doing such good work.”

Vissar took a long and low hiss, his reptilian hands grabbed at the back of Alan’s head and pulled him close to his scaled chest. “Alan.I have read much on human’s and their devouring needs, I will not be a slave to your desires if you are not a slave to mine. We are equals, I will not change this but I would like to see your devotion.”

Alan watched as the Vissar moved the cloth covering his erection to the side, the large purple organ throbbed. From the tip of the organ to the base was ridged, Alan looked at Vissar as the reptile smiled in a very human expression.

“You are free to refuse if your devotion is lacking…” Vissar hissed pleasantly, the normally docile reptile held a predatory gleam to his green eyes. “I have heard that human mouth’s are some of the softest.”

Alan snorted and placed his mouth over the musky smelling reptilian shaft, his fingers were still sending Gale into shuddering gasps of pleasure as her tongue lolled out. Alan bobbed his head on the tip of the organ, the ridges tickled his throat as he hummed.

“I think I like this human.” Gale’s tongue lolled out as she hissed.

“Call him Alan, he likes that.” Visser placed his fingers on Alan’s head, “Leader Alan…”

Alan pulled his mouth from the shaft, “Make no mistake, when I’m done. I’ll be putting that tongue to use.” Alan slowly worked his way to the base, the ridges teased his throat as he bobbed his head.

By the time the carriage arrived, the trio dragged themselves out. Tired, sticky and content as they stood in the center of a sweltering jungle with a looming castle before them. The dune clan members stood in awe of the massive castle even as a few humans worked to patch up the holes in the wall.

“It’s a fixer upper but it’s my family home. We cleared out most of the demons, I think. Cultist nonsense.” Alan said walking ahead.





A Lewd Prompt from Lewd People. (NSFW PROMPT)

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The ones to blame? THIS GUY and THIS GAL!

The three mice crested the hill, their gazes and their experience with predators was limited to the local reptiles that threatened the warrens.  They were the winter trio, three white mice that worked as hunters for the smaller villagers, they were Blanc, Weiss, and Bleyy.   The creature curled up beneath them was covered in fiery orange fur, its ear had a distinctive black tip and its large tail was curled over its paws.

“So that the big monster we’ve been hearing about. Look at the size of ’em.” Blanc whispered.

Weiss drew his bow and aimed it at the large predator, He would wait for his comrades to give him the signal but his arrow was already tipped with his special poison.  Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bleyy rushing down the side of the hill with his small daggers held out.

Blanc was the largest of the three and he normally took his position at the front of the foe, he hefted his sword over his and ran down the toward the furry monstrosity. Once he was in front of the monster, his momentum was drained in an instant. The side wall of dirt opposite of the monster was covered in partially eaten lizards, many of their skeletons large enough to double as a home.

“For Havenhold!” Blanc shouted, he leapt into the air and struck the furred beast between the eyes with a blow that would split a mouse in half.

“Reeeeerow!!!” The beast wailed before standing upright, it shook it’s head and glared down at Blanc.  “A mouse?”

Blanc nodded and held his sword up, Bleyy appeared from the shadows with his twin daggers gleaming.  He swiped at the large pillar-like limbs, he only managed to hit one before the beast launched itself in the air in a graceful flip.  Two arrows managed to scrape the orange thing on its belly and embed itself beneath its arm pit.

“You want to die by my claws? Fine, I’ll show you a cat’s fury.” The creature moved with grace unseen by any of the trio, it became a whirling demon of claws and whipping tails.

Blanc managed to used his sword to keep the blows from killing him but each swat left him aching and fatigued until he dropped his sword in favor of keeping his life. Bleyy jumped, daggers extended, from the shadows but the monster slapped him to the dirt and pined him there.

“I’ve got you.” The creature hissed and glared Blanc, “Call off the archer and you may get out of this alive.”

Weiss poked a nose out, “I mean… I don’t really care for Bleyy, that pink nosed bastard still owes me a new bow.”

“Nice to know you care,  At least your mother will pine for me.”Bleyy grumbled as the feline put pressure on his back. “Hey you fluffy bastard don’t put the squeeze on me. I’m not the one plugging you with arrows.”

“Hmph. Which one of you is the leader?” The creature spoke as its golden eyes drooped.

“I wouldn’t say there is a leader but I’m the voice of reason with those two.” Blanc huffed but stood his ground with his tiny paws curl into fists.

“Good. Then I’ll make this easy, I’ll trade this one for you.” The feline purred as its eyes drooped a little more, it other paw patted the dirt to beckon the mouse.

“What’s the stop you from killing him?” Blanc asked but still approached slowly, his posture was one of pure rodent readiness.  The feline drooped a bit before coughing slightly.

“Time’s up.” The cat moved like lightning, his teeth clamped over Blanc’s head before darting deeper into the woods. The orange blur limbs felt like a fire but he managed to climb into an old owls nest at the top of a tree. The feline spat the mouse inside of the tree as he squeeze the remainder of his bulk inside the tree.

Blanc shivered and rolled his paws over his fur, the smell of blood and cat breath made him shuddered as the cat stared down at him. Blanc knew when he was outclassed and his weapons were nowhere near him, he could do little other than stare back at the golden orbs regarding him.

“Well do I get a last supper or am I the last supper?” Blanc sat at the other side of the alcove.

“What poison is in my body?” The feline asked his head drooping slightly only to spring back up.

Blanc noticed the arrow still hanging out of the feline’s armpit, the blue shaft told him everything that he needed to know. “You won’t die but you are going to be out for a few hours, considering your size.. might be a few minutes.”

“Hmph you have to be the most annoying group of rats I’ve ever had the displeasure of encountering. Just my luck to get shipwrecked on this island.” The feline gripped the arrow with his teeth before pulling it out.

“What kind of monster are you?” Blanc asked, “You aren’t a spider, you aren’t a lizard and while you are almost as big as one… You aren’t an elder bunny.”

“I’m a cat. You know… meow?” He licked his claws for emphasis, the lack of fear in the mouse gaze surprised him. “Doesn’t matter,  I’m magical and I’ve decided that you are to be my servant till I have found a way off of this island.”

“I don’t believe in magic, Monster.” Blanc started to form an insulting remark but the massive form of the cat coiled around him, it’s paws gripping him tightly against its neck and head.

“We can talk tomorrow, I need a little nap. Do you have a name, little assassin?”


“Hmmmm…. That’s a nice name. I’m Cannelle.”

Cannelle curled tightly around Blanc, the large beast was covered in long fluffy fur that  made the Cannelle feel like a warm bed. Cannelle drifted off into sleep, even if he didn’t want to show it, fighting the mice after recovering from a shipwreck wore him out. Cannelle welcomed sleep, pleasant yet vivid dreams played with him through the night.

Blanc waited till the felines breathing settled to deep slumber, he tried to wiggle himself out of the hot bundle of the fur. Cannelle pulled Blanc even deeper, the mouse couldn’t see a thing in the forest of fiery orange fur. Blanc wondered if he could just wait him out and reason with the feline, heavy paws pressed him closer to Cannelle’s belly.

“Your fur is so soft, you’re pretty.”

Blanc froze at the slurred words, Cannelle gripped him tighter. The feeling of something sliding between his legs and across his stomach made him struggle to escape the cats grip. Cannelle was grinding his crotch against the warrior. Blanc movements became a silent struggle to escape the amorous attention of the feline, considering the side of what was sliding between his legs… He would be screwed, figuratively and literally, if Cannelle aim was a little more accurate.

The mouse struggled to escape but that only lead to the delirious feline grinding harder against his stomach. The smell of feline musk mixed with scratching barbs against his fur, Blanc didn’t resist but kept his tail low. Blanc silently prayed that his companions wouldn’t find him like this, he would never live this down. He could just hear Weiss jokes about him being a monster’s courtesan now.

“Mmmm….” Cannelle purred happily.

Blanc felt the warm fluid splatter against his stomach and muzzle, “Ugh…” He groaned smelling the strong sent of feline pleasure over his body. He couldn’t even clean himself as the large paws kept him pinned against Cannelle furry form. There was little more he could do but wait in the warm sticky darkness, Blanc tried to think of things as positive as possible.

“Well I’m alive, tired, hungry and covered in feline spunk. Maybe dying isn’t so-” Blanc yawned and closed his eyes. “I’ll ask him to eat me in the morning. Weiss and Bleyy better be making a plan to save me or I’m gonna haunt them.”

Blanc managed to fall asleep as the day wore on….


The sensation of something heavy thumping near Blanc head woke him up, the smell of fresh apple jelly and warm sweet-seed bread teased at his nose. Blanc opened his eyes and found Cannelle looming over bag of goods, in his mouth was a lizard tail. The large feline ate quietly but pushed the bag toward the side of the alcove.

“Good morning, I did a little scouting and I think I like you fuzzy bastards more than the lizards.” Cannelle tried to sound regal but he only managed to come off as shy.

“Good morning for you maybe, I want a bath and a stiff drink.” Blanc murmured weakly. “Do you remember last night?”

Cannelle nodded, “I was trying to sleep off the poison and keep you from escaping, you were surprisingly accommodating. I’ve never had a mouse forcefully um…. well… it felt good. It was so good I wanted to know about the strange mice that lived here, Weiss and Bleyy told me about your war with the lizards. So I made a deal with them.”

Blanc blanched, “Deal?”

“Unimportant. I wish to resume activities before I hunt more lizards.” Cannelle purred and leaned down to rub his head against Blanc’s body, the musk of his excitement wafting toward the mouse.

“That is not how I remember it.” Blanc said nervously, “We are both males and look at the size of you. I don’t thin-”

“Bleyy told me that you would play hard to get and told me that he would ask the village how to get you in the mood.” Cannelle purred and turned to face the outside of the tree, he turned to Blanc with a raise of his tail. “I am not a selfish lover, so indulge yourself as you please. I’ll be keeping watch.”


Blog Challenge 2 (Tyra Part 3)

Write a story including the following three elements: A stolen ring, fear of spiders, and a sinister stranger.

The ring stood before him on an onyx stone platform, the glowing ring began to hum slightly.  It’s guardian dusted the ring, the hooded figure clicked and chattered beneath its robes.  Spiders would occasionally climb out of the robes and  move into the rafters of the room, long strands of webbing crossed every area of the room.

‘Why did it have to be spiders.’ Peter thought as he stood at the entrance to the room, he braved the gauntlet of traps that led to this room. Peter rested against the stone wall as the metallic whir of the saw traps spun behind him.

The guardian moved to a hammock made of webbing, it held a scroll above its head as it read a text that filled with chattering laughter.  Hour passed before the being turned  over and slept, the smaller spiders wrapped the being in more webbing.  Peter doubted he would get another chance, he ran through the web and narrowly dodged a few hidden arrow traps.

Peter grabbed the ring as the guardian’s hand burst through the webbing, muffled screams of rage reached his ears even as he ran back the way he came. Jump. Duck. Slide. Peter dodged the saws in the hallway as the Guardian slapped a hand on the ground. The traps stopped and the Guardian ran after him.

Peter pulled the pin on his grenade and tossed it at the Guardian, the being caught the grenade in its hand.  Peter watched in horror as the creature placed both hands over the grenade, it exploded in its hand. The force tore the sleeve off of it’s robes and the creatures hands were charred at the palms.

“Give back the ring, fool. It will not end well for you.” The voice of the creature was masculine and deep, it slowly removed its robes revealing itself as a large misshapen spider with eight limbs ending in human hands. It’s head was that of a spider wearing a hat to resemble a human head.

“Finders Keepers.” Peter said before tossing another grenade at his foe, he turned the corner before the brilliant light disoriented stalker.

Peter made his way to entrance, the shimmering blue gate that lead to safety was still up and active. Peter put the ring on his finger before leaping through the gate, the ring howled wildly before  his body distorted in the plane between dimensions. The ring was an artifact of extreme  power and he pulled it into rift with no magical security. The ring shattered and a luminous being made of black sound and silent colors appeared.

“So you broke my containment… You truly are a fool. I guess I’ll have to start over again. Peter, you will be my agent in the new world. You have killed both of our planes from summoning  me prematurely.” The being plucked feathers from its body and revealed that both planes were being covered in a black wave of consuming liquid, billions were consumed within a few heartbeats.

Peter watched in horror as his own home reality was consumed in the vision. Peter screamed, cried and begged the other entity to spare them, he didn’t know what he did to deserve a genocide. The being’s darkness consolidated into a tried looking old woman with the body of a crow.

“Well if it’s any consolation, they aren’t dead but two more worlds are apart of my being. It will take me a while to get them situated within my being. In that time, I will make use of you to find another nexus.”

“I’m not going to do shit… I can’t anyway, if you haven’t noticed we are in the stream between realities because of you.” Peter pointed to the glowing purple streams in the inky blackness that whipped pass them.

“I didn’t exactly shatter a worlds anchor point and you seem to be of the mindset that you have a choice in the matter. I can leave between the realities and where I go… So do the souls of everyone that you ever loved. If you die now you will scatter into the multiverse winds, your heaven, your hell and your minor gods are all swimming around my being.  I will need you to set another anchor point before I can begin reforming them, Go… I will place you in a favorable position.” The bird woman spoke.

Peter was falling, he felt the air on his back. He also felt the pain as he went through a wooden roof and landed in a derelict church. Peter  blinked his eyes and found himself staring at a large canine-like face, large horns jutted from the females head as she looked at him.

“Uhhh…. Hello.” Peter managed weakly as he reached black feathered armed out to pet the large dog-thing. “You a handsome monster that isn’t going to eat me, right fella?”

“I’m a woman but no I’m not going to hurt you. I really hope you are the answer to my prayers. I am Tyra Stonesire.” The female grunted and looked at the bright ring on  Peter’s fingers, she could feel the clawing magic searching her.

“Miss, I’m the answer to no ones prayers. I am an envoy of Avayin Mother of Moons.” Peter blinked as the words came out of his mouth. “My name is Peter, Envoy of the Mother of Moons, she has sent me to aid you in your travels. The price of her service is Orb of Delius and whatever I request along the way.”

Peter felt the presence of Avayin leave him as he stood up, the feathers pulled into his skin and he became his normal human self. Bowing before him was the monstrous female, Peter smiled at the thought of having a henchman.

“So, what did you call me down for?” Peter asked his hand reaching down to pull her up by the horns. “I doubt a big woman like you needs any muscle.”

“I need to find the library of Athrus and learn of my ancestry, I don’t know much about moon dragons and…”  She wave a hand over her face and furred body. “I’m built like a brick house and look like a cow. I want to know about my mother’s side of the family.”

Peter nodded, “Well it seems like  I’m here to help you till I get that Orb. The future awaits my large partner in crime, so where can we find booze, women and money?”

“No clue, I never been in a human town. Many because they prefer to shoot at me or try to set me on fire or something to that effect.” Tyra said before standing to her full height, she scratched under her chin with a smile. “Though you are human, you could tell them I’m not dangerous.”

“Worth a shot, Fluffbuns.” Peter said and gave the massive were-creature slap on the rump.

Tyra picked him up with a single  before placing him on her shoulders, “Hold my horns, I’m gonna run. ”

“O-” Peter had to hold on for dear life as the were creature speed out of the church and down the mountain, she was heading directly for a small town at the speed of a race car.