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Demonic Protector: A Comforting GestureShiona bolted awake, panting and drenched in a cold sweat. She looked around frantically, frightened she might still be in Baron's dungeon. A sigh of relief passed her lips when she spotted ShadowWing curled up near her head, trails of green smoke trailing from his nostrils as he slept.
Being as careful as to not awaken him, she got up from the couch and made her way to the bathroom. As she passed Beelzebub's room, she realized the door was ajar. Curiosity overcame her instinct to stay away and she peeked inside.
The room was unsettling dark but she was able to make out Beelzebub's silhouette lying on the bed.
A voice thick from sleep startled her. "Shiona?"
She stifled a shriek when Beelzebub sat up, his partially closed eyes gave off an eery white glow in the darkness.
Despite her wish to leave, she stepped inside. She had to use his eyes as a guiding light to ensure she did not trip on the bed.
Beelzebub patted an empty section of the bed next to him. "Sit."
She sat dow
Demonic Protector: Battle with BaronKatrina's home was a quaint little cottage in the middle of the nearby forest. She was an elderly demoness who had decided she liked being out in midst of trees than in the underground caverns with the rest of the Daekons, a neutral Clan consisting of a mixture of human-type and animal-type demons. They did not house any dragonoids or dragonettes as the Zhugoth Clan did.
Katrina was a kindly humanoid demoness with speckled grey skin, a mat of snow-white hair, dark grey eyes, and short claws. She normally wore long dresses with a black croqueted shawl.
"So, my dears, what is it that brings you here?" she inquired as she set down a tray with cups of tea on them.
"Just to visit." Beelzebub replied as he picked up a cup.
"I just had an itching for your tea, Auntie Katrina." ShadowWing said as he used his tail to lift the cup to his mouth.
Katrina smiled. "And to show me this pretty human friend of yours?"
Shiona blushed and looked down at her hands.
"Ah she's just my Charge," Beelzebub sai
Demonic Protector: A VisitorThe demon and his dragonette companion were conversing in his bedroom while Shiona busily cleaned up the kitchen.
"Why do you even care that you get more than fear from her?"
"I don't know. I just...a part of me hates to see someone in that state. I'm not completely heartless, you know."
ShadowWing shook his head. "I've never seen you this intent about anything before."
"Me either. I guess where I was so accustomed to Natalie's bubbly behavior..."
Her fear was quite delicious.
Her screams were just like little bells being shattered.
"Is Jukan bothering you again?" ShadowWing asked, noting the sudden snarl that had had creased Beelzebub's face.
"Feh. Just being a nuisance..."
It's just too fun to pick at your resolve.
"Since you're better, are we going out anytime soon?"
"Yeah, yeah. We can go out somewhere. Where did you have in mind?"
"Was thinking of a trip over to Auntie Katrina's...and perhaps to the mall for Shiona. She only has that one pair o
Demonic Protector: Learning HabitsBeelzebub slowly came awake, feeling stiff and sore. The numbing effect had worn off and his wounds screamed in agony as he moved. "Ugh." As his hand came up to be placed upon his head, he realized something was off. His skin felt more constricted in the areas of his wounds. "Eh...?"
Such a sweet little human. She babied you whilst you slept. Jukan sniggered.
"What?!" Beelzebub bolted upright, looking around wildly for Shiona. "Where in Hell are you, wretched little human?"
Shiona leapt up from her position. "I...h-here..."
"What in Hell you think you were doing?!"
She lowered her gaze, giving no verbal reply.
Beelzebub scraped his claws down his helmet in frustration. "Damned human."
"I told her to do so." ShadowWing piped up, having been awoken from his nap.
Shiona looked up at him in surprise, startled he would take the blame for her actions.
"You?! Why you little-!" He snatched up the little dragonette and started shaking him violently.
"Auck, let go!" He spat a glob of acid
Demonic Protector: IntroductionsBeelzebub stalked down the hallway, shoulders slumped and head low to show his disdain. Due to the numbing effects, he was oblivious to the trail of blood he was leaving behind in his wake.
Shiona followed at what she deemed to be a safe distance from the disgruntled and severely injured demon male. The vicious tail was flicking about lazily and she was concerned its blade would inflict damage upon her if she strayed too close.
The hall was surprisingly devoid of other signs of life. Matriarch Lasandra had ensured that no one would stray in to the passage while Beelzebub was still present in Zhugoth territory. Mostly to prevent any questioning of him and to not frighten Shiona. Humans were not an every-day sight for any of the Zhugoth demons and their curiosity would get the better of them.
It only took a short time for the pair to reach the room that held the Zhugoth Clan’s Portal. A large swirling oval of crackling reddish-blue energy flanked by tall pillars with olden runic wo
Demonic Protector: The MissionDemons have always been thought of as myth, a tale told to young children to frighten them into behaving. But sometimes, myths turn out to be reality.
Two such creatures were fighting in a room carved from the very rock of the earth.
One was a female humanoid with skin the color of an amethyst, garbed in a flowing and elaborately designed dress of blue and gold that hid most of her body, including her feet. Her deeply riveted ashen horns curled gracefully from her temples to form an arch, from which hung a large crystal by chains of gold only inches from her swirling mass of violet hair. Her lavender eyes, filled with disdain, surveyed the male bent double before her. Crimson blood dripped from her talons to pool upon the stone floor.
The male was also a humanoid, but his skin was a dusty purple rather than amethyst. Garbed in a white muscle shirt, a black bomber jacket and black pants; they were less than, regal tattered and speckled in blood and scorch marks. A tail the length of his
Komodo Part 8Komodo's eyes flickered open as muffled sounds seeped in to her ears. As she came awake, she realized that there was a heavy sensation on her legs. She lifted her head slightly to find Beelzebumon sitting at the other end of the couch.
Rather than moving her legs up so he could sit down, he had placed them across his own and was using them to rest his arms on as he played his video game.
She furrowed her brows slightly. Explains the strange sensations on my legs...but why?
The Digimon cast her a sideways glance. "'Ey there, sleepyhead. Ya sleep all right? Sorry 'bout yer legs, but they were in the way."
"You could have just pushed them over. I wouldn't have minded."
"Nah, wouldn't been nice of me to do that."
Komodo smiled slightly. "If you say so. Could I um...have my legs back?"
"Eh? Oh, sure." He raised his arms up off her legs.
Komodo slowly and gingerly removed her legs, pulling them up to her body. She sighed softly in relief as feeling came flooding back in to them. "Than
Komodo Part 7Komodo stood in front of a large brick building with glass windows that took up a large portion of the side facing her. A sign above the door read in embedded platinum silver letters: Silver Fox, with a silhouette of a fox wrapping around the letters.
She looked up at Beelzebumon with a puzzled expression. "A bar?"
"Er. Sorta. Ya don't mind do ya? Don't have'ta go in."
"Oh, that's all right. Just...you'll protect me from any weird guys, right?"
"'Course I will! So much as give ya a wrong look and I'll have 'em strung up by their shoelaces. And if they ain't got them, anythin' else that'll work." He gave her a reassuring grin.
She smiled. "Okay."
Beelzebumon opened the doorway to allow her inside first, then shut it behind him.
Inside the lights were dimmed to half of the lights' power for a reason that was foreign to Komodo. The air was humid and filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol.
Komodo made her way towards the long bar opposite the door, Beelzebumon following close behind he
Komodo Part 6Komodo went out the next morning after she woke herself up completely, got dressed, and checked to see if Beelzebumon was still asleep.
The streets were nearly empty with how early it was, making it easier for the young woman to make her way to one of the nearby clothing stores. She had to duck into an alleyway when she spotted Kaden and his small gang across the street. He seemed to be out searching for her. The thought made her blood chill in her veins and her heart nearly stop. She hurried to the store once he and his gang were out of sight.
It took over an hour with the help of one of the employees to finally decide on an outfit that was not overly dressy but not too casual: the first was a shirt with a green gradient, starting with a pastel green at the collar and shoulders, a deeper and slightly brighter green from the top of the bust to the top of the hips and the remaining a deep, emerald shade. The accordion-plated sleeves followed the same gradient. The next was a pair of nav
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 16
Author's note: My sommer holidays just started and I'm in this situation of being overtired, because I watch anime the whole night
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
The life with my crutches is way easier now that have them for a while. Although the pain is not so strong every time I move. That’s why life is more comfortable for me and walking around is not such a big problem any more.
Walking out of my bathroom after doing my hair I slowly make my way over to my bed just when a knock on the door is heard and “I’m coming in.”
Dumbfounded by this sudden intruder I froze in place and watch the door gets opened. This day the one who brings me my breakfast is Akashi.
Stepping inside first he looks at the bed with an emotionless expression. Then he looks worried, because I’m not laying there and after that his features turn angry when he notices me standing on the other side of the room.
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Sidathe Esphimel: Bio (Remake)
Name: Sidathe Esphimel
Hometown: Elmysia, the City of Riches
Weight: Hates to reveal
Eyes: Light Blue
Personality Traits: Spoiled, selfish, sarcastic, rude and immature. She is mean in the outside but inside, she has a soft side and is kindhearted and cares about others but always hides her sweet nature. She shows that she has a fondness of foxes and wants one of her own someday.
Likes: Treasure, money, being wealthy, foxes, having whatever she wants, eating course meals with no limit.
Dislikes: Poor quality products, being called "cute", not getting things her way, being poor, not eating enough food courses to satisfy her hunger.
Attributes: She is an expert katana user with excellent melee skills is sword fighting combat. She is atheletic and agile.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence gets the best of her,
H2OVanoss / Vanolirious - HickeysI giggled slightly as Evan pushed me onto the couch, hovering over me. I stared up at him as he stared back; my mask having been thrown to the side. Evan smiled mischievously before lunging down and attacking my neck.
I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck, followed by his tongue gently licking the spot. He continue the action in a few more spots before he bit down harder on a certain spot. I yelped quietly followed by a moan as he assaulted the spot with licks and nips. Evan pulled away, admiring his handiwork as I'm sure a bruise was now forming there. He grinned and kissed me passionately, holding us there with our lips locked for a good while.
I was out of breath and panting once he pulled away. Evan gazed at me, our faces a mere few inches apart. "I love you Jonathan." He whispered.
I smiled and pecked his lips. "I love you too, now get off." I commanded, pushing on his chest lightly. He groaned jokingly and swung his head back. "I don't wanna mom." He whined before heaving hi
Dan helped Aleks take his steps towards Luna's child, Gary. She was helping him as well, for both toddlers had just started to take their first few steps. Aleks hiccuped as he reached Gary, and Gary fluttered his wings before leaning forward in the lost of balance. Gary flailed his arms and hit Aleks, causing both of them to fall back.
Aleks was the first to start crying.
Dan stared at him and sighed. "What a drama queen..." he chuckled. Icee came to his side and smiled.
Gary stared at Aleks before staring at the ground and plucking a daisy. He held it out to the wailing toddler.
Aleks continued crying before looking at the flower. He sniffled and took it before nibbling on it, quieting down. Gary smiled and clapped his hands before fluttering his wings.
HoD Sky smiled at them. "At least they're getting along..." he said.
Luna nodded. "They're so cute together." she agreed.
Aleks continued chewing on the flower before putting his hand on Gary's face. Gary flai
PVC Demons - Written InfoAPPEARANCE: Skin and body
Their skin color can be a bright color, but not to the point where its an eye-rape. ( so this means nothing raibow ). Mostly their skin consists of about 3 colors in which one is the main skintone, and the other two the markings.
Usually the main skin tone is a lighter one, while the markings are usually darker.
As for markings, they can vary from stripes, to blotches, to spots, and much more.
They always seem to be having FIVE finger-toes and normal human hands with five fingers, though they're adorned with sharp black claws.
PVC demons get their name for the black PVC clothing they always seem to wear.
Every PVC monster owns a mask, either it be normal or a gas-mask. But its not to hide a foul mouth or anything. They just have a normal mouth really, the only oddity in it being is that they have a black tongue and sharp teeth.
The mask and pants are both ALWAYS black, though it may have some bright colored extra's. ( in example, additiona
CS - The Blood Countess, Elizabeth BathoryName: Elizabeth Bathory
Fake Names: Eliza Bates
Title: The Blood Countess
Sexual Orientation: Bi (though seems to prefer the company of women)
Age: Over 400
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Appearance: A lovely young woman with enchanting blue eyes and glistening red hair. Often dresses lavishly. Only when enraged does this beautiful facade fade, and she reveals her true form as a blood sucking monster. Often carries a parasol.
Base of Operations: Unknown as of now.
Personality: Vain and sultry. Has a deep sadistic streak. Strangely doesn't own mirrors (or not so strange if you remember the folklore).
Skills: Master seductress
Hobbies: You don't want to know.
Vampire Strength: As a vampire, Elizabeth has the strength equivalent to twenty men. As such, any meta below B rank should stay away from her.
Vampire Speed: Vampires are terrifyingly fast. Outrunning her is a near impossibility for an ordinary human.
Vampire Senses: Elizabeth's s
Ladon FAQWhat colours are ladons?
Ladons can generally be any colour, just so long as they aren't super-saturated neons or pure black/white. Please keep general colour theory in mind when designing your character though, and don't just slap on the entirety of the default MSpaint colour palette.
Geographical variants tend to have their own colour palettes:
Polar/arctic ladons are typically pale/cool colours, like the ice in their environment or occasionally earthy tones in tundra areas.
Pelagic ladons are usually slightly duller colours like dark blues but can be brightly coloured. Being at the top of their food chains, they don't need to worry about hiding from predators finding them since no other creatures will mess with them and they usually don't hunt by ambushing prey.
Abyssal/deep-sea ladons are generally either dark or pale colours, similar to other deep-sea creatures. Their bioluminescent patches are always a bright colour (occasionally whitish) to stand out.
-JUEVES 3:00 AM-
-Agencia Secreta num.15-
Sonidos proviniendo de los computadores en esa gran sala, maquinas, armas, todo lo que un buen espía utiliza, sin olvidar los relojes para que vean la hora exacta. Varias personas trabajaban a pesar de que era muy temprano, una jovencita de aproximadamente unos 19 años iba directamente a la sala de prácticas, donde se encontró con una chica pelirroja que practicaba la puntería de sus armas, mirándola con asombro, ver como jalaba el gatillo y daba muy cerca del blanco exactamente, con el minúsculo sonido de su voz, volteo de inmediato mostrándola en la mira haciendo que esta diera un pequeño salto.
-¡BAJA TUS ARMAS FLYNN!- Dijo mientras se cubría la cara con sus manos.
-Ah, eres tú-
Comenzó a bajar sus armas, de eso soplo su flequillo haciendo que se levantara y quedara como normalmente lo tiene, guarda sus armas en su cinturón que estaba alrededor
Valenthia BioName: Valenthia
Position: Elite Soldier
Hair Type/Color: to shoulders, wavy, midnight blue
Eye Type/Color: slitted frosty blue with dark blue around pupils
Skin Type/Color: Clouded leopard scheme, main body midnight blue with light blue-grey spots, scales so there is no other hair than on her head
Disposition/Personality: usually calm, self-controlled, hard-core fighter
Normal Clothing: Black pants with bluish-white sleeveless shirt, black high heeled boots that lace up on the sides, and a black coat that ends at her ankles
Wings: Retractable, bat-like that are length of body
Horns: frilled behind ears
Tail: slender with spikes running up to base, tip is webbed
Type: Human Dragon
Soul Flame: small dark blue dragon
Weapon(s): claws, ice breath, tail, Ice Bow, Sword
Power(s): Can create freezing fog, Ice Bow and Swords
Weakness(es): Any type of heat, intense fire causing frost on scales to melt and h
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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