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Crimson rage

Snowhelm, it was coming up, that meant cold weather and another year of not finding anything for fixing the mind. Why are we Erusions powerless to do that, some are born into godhood, and yet even they couldn’t fix her darling little brother. Nina stood from her desk and walked the sterile halls of joy or even happiness. People in this department often never saw their families or even their home, Nina was one of those too as she would work as a therapist on her days off. The kids like Manic at that school worried her, she had seen how murderous his eyes were over simple questions like his relationship with his parents. Manic was given to her, she was his last chance before he was locked up, his previous therapist had all given up on him, and on their own life. All but four of the troubled boys' doctors had all taken themselves out, some cleaner than others. 

Walking into her office she looked at the green haired boy waiting for her with his service company. 

“Good afternoon Manic, the cold treating you two well?”

She asked and only got a hum from the boy. This would be a fun day. “How do you feel about your medicine, are you ok in school with it?”

“I’m still hearing things.”

She paused, she had him fight her about his diagnosis, so what scared the boy so much to bring it up. Without any prodding from her end, Manic shifted in his chair back to his common position. His knees drew up to his chest as he let his soft voice tell of the nightmare playing in his head. 

“It keeps telling me to expel the rot around me. I’m still hearing Kai and Kathrine. They talk to me, I can sometimes see them. The voice…”

Manic broke off as if thinking over his words, and all Nina felt for him was pity. He was such a messed up boy, such a poorly dealt hand. From the accident that took his siblings to what she expected to be at least the emotional abuse of his father. Though, she had evidence that it may have been physical. 

“It’s ok if you can’t put it into words. I see your grades are just as lovely as last year.”

“Classes just started up again, of course I’m doing good”

Manic snipped at Nina, a venom in his voice, one she was used to, both as a dog to the military, and from her own brother Shadow. She saw her adopted brother in Manic too, both on their last chances, both troubled in the mind, and all she felt was pity for them. 

“Of course” Nina softly said as she finally took a seat at her desk, seeing some of his sketches, something she had recently been having brought in. The sleek rifle caught her eye, a beauty if made, and then manic spoke up.

“A class mate brought up how I can improve on the gun I made for Persephone. Said that the energy gun could be fragile and seeing him fight, he jumps in front of people to defend them. So this new one can shift to be a shield but not shoot in that form. It would weigh a bit more than the first. But the bullets are the key, I’m working to make a compound to deactivate any abilities so someone is like a Shonnine, even disabling magic too.” Nina smiled, he talked at length about his creations, maybe that's how she could make him open up to her. Just as her last patient, Aiden, well Asy as he started going by, he loved bandaids, she could use this. Before she could speak up, her door bursted open, the urgent tone of the person hit her, but now as much as the look in Manic, she just had him opening up, and now he shut down. With a glare she looked at her coworker who slowly retreated out with a sorry, she could handle that work later. 

“I apologise Manic, tha-” “Shut up, you don’t care.”

Manic spoke with venom in his voice, the look in his face that of hatred in his eyes. Great, she would have to restart with him all over again, what a pain but she refused to give up, this boy needed help. How could she harm the crimson name if she gave up, he was not a difficult kid like her old patients. The appointment was down hill from there, she was unable to get anything from the young man, his stare distant and that of someone unfeeling. Seeing Manic leave her office made her sigh, Meoshu’s were often hard cases, living on an island that didn’t have the advanced medicine Aspol or Draycor had. Theirs was still stuck in time, A time of anti-bodies and surgeries to get rid of tumors. Those left scars, and yet his people wore the physical pain like a badge of honor, natural births to pills to stop infections. She understood it, but that didn’t mean she didn’t think it was absolutely barbaric. Yet her father and uncle would just say it was how they were, and that she shouldn’t judge, she was doing her best.

The walk to her desk again was quiet, but that broke when she saw the news, someone made it into Ashal. But that couldn’t be! Even she with Shadow couldn’t make it off shore! It wasn’t fair, she was supposed to be the head of the Pathfinder Division. It was her that should have had that title, her dammit. Rage, it made her blood boil that someone took what she worked to do. She had grown up promising her father that she would be the one to bring the Crimson family honor with a breakthrough. No, she refused for this to happen, Ashal would be her magnum opus, even if she had to tear her heart out to pay for it.

Her black eyes narrowed as her Antenna glowed a red hue at the tips of them, the primal rage that would push her just as it had so many times before.

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Pandemonium rose

Remembering was never something Shadow did well, like now. Shadow blinked and looked about, the bow to his bright outfit brushing up on his ashened face. How and why was he here again? The rabbit-like ears that adored his head twitched as he quickly moved to the right. The jaws of a large fox-like creature, well wasn’t that ironic? Backing up and pulling the whip from his hips he flicked them, with a spin and click shadow held chakram. He held it close to his body as he studied the problem. Just a Jackal all be it bigger. Did they get to wolf size? His white eyes then widened as he spun the bladed weapon to protect himself. Dark liquid flew, painting the ground, the shaking of the jaws of the jackal. Those animalistic eyes this golden furred creature stared into, this was no longer easy prey for the jackal. The grip on Shadow’s arm faltered before a sharp shriek broke the sound of silence. Shadow watched as the creature hit the ground after getting flicked off his arm. The predator now the prey to this rabbit, a quick slice of his blade and it would all end.

“Shadow!” 

Shadow stopped and looked at the taller male in his normal suit, the tie loose after a long day. Now he remembered, he was on his way back to the med bay with Sankei, he had heard a sound and went to find it. Shadow looked at his arm and silently cursed, Sankei must have also felt the bite.

“I’m fine, just an animal.”

He called to look back, to his surprise a woman was now there. A step back and onto his bow he felt it start to throw his balance. That was before he felt the gentle hands of this confusing vision, the locks of gold that danced and glided through the air, the ruby eyes piercing of his very being. The wind around this haunting was soft, like the soft whimpers that have pulled him from his many blackouts in the past. Her lips moved and yet her words were lost on him even as she leaned into the checkered bright outfit, the feeling of a warm liquid seeped through the red and yellow checkered leotard. Where was the burning sensation, where was the pain?  A gasped rose from his throat and a retch from him. 

“Breath, you’re ok, it’s just a towel.”

Sankei spoke, he sighed as the smaller threw up once more, with a rabies shot that was all that was left to give the parasite. Shadow was such an interesting creature to the doctor, his special creature to study. Honestly, he knew how fragile shadow was, such a strong creature and yet a little bite and he was throwing up and blacking out. He held his hand on Shadow's back and let the smaller male expel his dinner into the trash, the smell of alcohol and bile was gross. Taking a moment he started to administer the rabies vaccine and some antibiotics to make sure he was fine. Other than the bite shadow was okay, even if he had a black out. Being the host to such a fascinating creature that was shadow. Shadow looked up with a calm but tired look to his face. Sankei smiled as he brushed some of Shadow’s bangs out of his face. He knew that the rabbit was his key out of this hell hole of patching up kids from minor fights for money. 

“Breath and I’ll grab you a pudding cup.”

Sankei knew Shadow loved pudding, if anything, it and family seemed to be the constant thing for him, unlike his time at the stupid school Sankei often picked him up from. If only Nina would stop having to watch her brother, Shadow was a grown man, even if he looked childish in his brightly colored outfit, and his size. His little parasite was often watched by the government of Aspol, a major threat if unwatched, it was ridiculous to him. This four foot eleven man, something that could kill without a second chance to think, and yet the grace that was held in shadow, something his fighting style and the ballet like shoe that he adorned. In all the best ways to say it, Shadow reminded people of a circus performer, his scarred body looking like a natural pink makeup to mimic the colors of a Weeping tiger. 

Parting his side, Shadow watched as his host left to grab his beloved snack, but why? Why couldn’t he tell what happened?

‘In time, little friend, we will make sure all is ok.’

That feminine voice, he didn't recognize it and yet, it felt as if he had known it as long as he knew his own. 

“What the hell are you?”

‘I am justice, I am freedom, I am the balance of the world. Usaos is the name you will learn one day, they will learn the power of jackals my sweet child.’

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Sheep in wolf's clothing

Filth, all of the others, from the nurse and how she acts like she cares about me. To that Persephone kid. Why was he so obsessed with that woman, I could never get that. Love? That was just a fairy tale we tell children so we think we have value. It’s not my fault creation favors some more than others. Like me, I’m not crazy like she keeps saying, no my hallucinations were not harming me. I just don't want to take that damn pill because I'll lose her smile all over again. I'll lose his helping hand. I know the two of them are dead, I know Alkaline doesn’t greet them. But they are still my siblings, people would remember them, even if it destroys me. I can pretend, if they need me, I can act like a happy person. I can fit in, I swear! 

‘Can you, are you really meant for that? Or are you just a little boy afraid of not being in control’ That damn voice, shaking off the other, opening the door to his lab and maybe where he slept many long nights. It was his comfort. The blanket up in the corner like a kiddish like fort that manic knew all too well. It was clean, calm and quiet. 

Just as I like it, only twelve steps to his desk, and the bottom drawers to the desk. The pad of paper which held so many sketches, most were mine but some were hers, Kathrine, my sweet baby sister, the many ideas of hers I have already made. From her idea of a tree house on the go, to as simple as the fort that made panic attacks manageable. 

‘Pitiful, you're giving a distant memory thought.’

“Oh shut up!” Manic paused, not realizing the words that left his mouth, and a sigh left him as he looked back to the desk, before he got to work on sketching a model rifle for Persephone letting his mind swirl with the words that often haunted him.

The stillness of the air, the quiet eating at his mind, this was the feeling of loneliness, especially as he lifted his head to look at the body next to him, those brown eyes, the brown hair of his darling brother, the very man manic played little shadow too. The love for his brother was one of a scared little brother knowing his brother would fight every fear away. The sight of him, knowing that the touch he felt was as fake as the conversations held under his breath. Alkaline perked up and looked at the master who it held dear, its ears twitching at his raised heart beat, the distant look in his gaze the slowed of his sketching to a stillness. The wolf rose to come and gently  lick his hand. The simple touch Alkaline had learned worked for manic. 

I don’t deserve Alkaline, I really don’t deserve him at all. He is always there to pull me from the edge. I know I need to take my medication, I know Something is wrong. Why is it so hard to care when I would do anything to have taken your place. ‘So, this is the mind of a psychopath? Lov-’ “It's called Antisocial behavior, and using old terms I'm a sociopath. But, I know that, and so should you.” The words came out angry, well as they should, he should know very well already. “For being any good you sure are stupid, fix it before you become like them.”

The cold tone was normal for me, I know it's my flat affect, that could be any of the things Creation cursed me with, all for work I could have to fix the split stream of our people, the very items to get peace through violence, packaged in cutesy hero ware.  In the end, I will become their brother or god. 

A week of long nights, small naps and the craftsmanship that would put his elder engineers to shame. The sleek rife that weighed about twelve pounds, a scope on the top for the sniping possibilities. Manic had seen how wild Persephone got up close so making a rifle that shot energy so it wouldn’t jam. Then the button that helped it shift into the larger cannon. Manic thought it was rather beautiful. And when getting his mark on it he jumped at the voice 

‘Trying to make a legacy for yourself? Is that all Erusions can do?’

The voice only got a huff from the Meoshu, an upset sound the voice had come to learn well was a small thing to fear. Taking it out, wrapped in a soft black fabric, his feet took him to the class of Persephone. He hated the staring that came, he wanted to yell to stop looking at him. 

I can hear their words already, they all just need to shut up!

When Persephone took the new weapon Alkaline watched the exchange as Manic’s tail twitched wildly with his anxiety and need to not be there. But the look Persephone had over such a basic creation. It warmed manic some when he was smiled at and thanked.

“Yeah, well just send the payment when you can. And just remind you-” “If I Damage it via something stupid and not in combat you won’t build for me. I get that.”

I was rather surprised that someone remembered what I had said. Maybe this was a good one to work with after all. Right with him joy is the best emotion he has a positive reaction to. The unnatural feeling of the smile, I never truly learned how to get the smile to meet my eyes. So that sight of what I could guess was joy. 

Walking away from the classes to his lab, the exhaustion was visible in his body, that was till she came to his gaze. That made manic take a page from Persephone, he had slowly tried to become close to her, Scarlet Anastasia, His way to the ability to make a community for the future. So coming up to her, he clicked his tongue for Alkaline to heel. 

“Hello scarlet, you look lovely today.” Scarlet smiled and knelled some to give Alkaline a pet, calm and yet, hesitant to come closer to him. “Thank you, that is very sweet, you’re getting better at talking.” She noted and looked up at him, manic,s gaze looked at her and then down at the ground. Why was she happy to see him, manic could see how her body told him that she was at least feeling upbeat. “Hey… Maybe we can get ice cream after classes today?” He asked, not looking up before hearing her giggle. “Sure, Why not?”

‘Our first step, she is our perfect key.’

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Lucky shot

Warning, dead dove subjects ahead including mild gore and references to death

These days were rocky, many times he wanted to just cry from the pressure of being in a new place. But his dorm mate Rain made his transition a bit easier, the two new to the school and first years. The ever loving peaceful angel currently was not having fun, as he was thrown into a stress tester. A virtual reality test that he kept failing, always dying because he wouldn’t fight. After what felt like several hundred deaths he was pulled out with a disappointed sigh from Mr. Wyverstone, the combat teacher. His grey eyes met Persephone's red eyes, a look of disappointment. Persephone sighed knowing what was gonna be said, but instead Wyverstone took a seat next to him. 

“This is the last chance we can give you, I’ll put you in with a group before we move on with different placement.” Wyverstone’s voice was stern but understanding, seeming to think he could turn off his tenderness. And like that he was plunged into that fake world. He looked around to see who he was being teamed up with, seeing two other first years he had yet to learn and someone who made his heart flutter. Clara was there, his cheeks dusted pink as he smiled at him. 

“And what are you still doing here?

“I-I just can’t get myself to attack.” He stuttered softly before Clara hummed. “You just need to remember who you protect.” She simply said. 

If only Clara knew that from the start that Persephone was true to his word, even as the one holding a sniper and always getting clear shots, he never shot. He couldn’t, he would shake every time. That was till the other two were on the ground and Clara swung her purple glowing sword. Time seemed to slow around Persephone, even if this wasn’t real, seeing her struggling made him see red. The air stilled as the larger virtual enemy ai sent a knee to Clara’s torso, the beauty doubling over as the air was knocked from her. She wheezed as she hissed, the feeling of her hair being pulled back up to see the blade of her enemy raised in the air, its fated air with her neck, she fluttered her eyes shut. 

A sudden thunderous bang shattered the silence from a few feet behind the dapple angel. Then a second and third, each one making her flinch, not from the sound but the repeated splats of something sticky and wet. Her eyes opened to a sight that horrified her, the side of its skull missing, the other having missed or hit the shoulder of this ai. It would have eased her id the right arm wasn’t hanging from small torn and burned bits of flesh. The weapons they had in here was what they had commissioned to fight with. She felt its hand drop her hair as it fell and Peresphone yelled in fear of his own actions. Clara looked back to him, turning on her heel to go to him before a hand came out and slapped her away, her body hitting the wall. 

It was wrong, all of it was wrong and it shook Persephone to his core. Black fur stood on two feet and its knuckles, its elongated muzzle with snagged teeth laced its lips, a foam at its lips and yet when Persephone racked his next shot the bulging white eyes glimmered with anger. It felt just like when he attacked the last god of the apocalypse, Persephone’s uncle, Xaras. The smell of the coppery blood, the taste, and the feeling of his air bubbling in the back of his mouth. The feeling of the icy metal that sent shock-wave after shock-wave of pain relief, of his body repairing itself before tearing once more, bleeding the regenerated life essence. 

Every death scythe was unique for every Mors, The same stood for the weakest of the Mors. Persephone’s was a break apart dual ended scythe, one to heal, the other to harm. That was the only reason he stood in his home, the floor stained with crimson and feathers of black, red and blue. He killed his uncle, his own flesh and blood, because he harmed his mother, because he broke his parents apart, he broke his mother in a way she would never recover. Xaras was the reason his mother left him in this cursed world. He remembered feeling Xaras’s life staining his clothes and his skin. Persephone could feel the strained breath that wheezed from his throat as he slowly pulled the golden blade of his scythe, each burning inch, each swing of his blade, the crack of a skull here, a splatter of crimson. When he set back into the present, each labored fearful breath as he came to the sight below him. The once serpent wolf that had once reached for him now laid on the floor, its face and skull concave on the butt of his rifle's stock. The bits of skull, skin and brain matter splattered and even some stuck on the angel's pale skin. The barrel to the sky, the rifle was blooded and damaged, the smell of gunpowder. Weak legs picked him up and carried him to Clara, she had to still be alive, he didn’t care if this was a simulation, he would be damned if his friend suffered because of him, not like his mother. 

“Clara, Clara!” His voice grew louder than his simple whisper, his crimson gaze catching her pink eyes as they slowly fluttered. Then a yelp started the dark angel, unsure what he did to get such a reaction from his bright counterpart. 

Clara however, was surprised, her once shy and pacifist friend was knelt over her, his black and red tipped wings matted, his hair a mess and yet it was just the fact that even with his head bleeding but the distant look in his eyes. It felt as if death was actually coming for her. 

When his hearing started to fade, his vision darkening he knew this, this was being pulled out. That's right, this wasn't real, why was he so worried, why didn’t he feel bad for harming two creatures he saw as real.

Coming out of the simulation he looked at his teacher, only to see a horrified look on his face and got him an immediate appointment with the school's counselor, Nina Crimson. It was such an uncomfortable thing, with Persephone who was currently pouting and embarrassed, his feathered ears flared, Yama talking with Nina and well Nina, who was worried, rightfully so. Persephone didn’t know what he was more thankful for, Nina buying the “he’s just adjusting”, the fact his brother was there to help him, or that his problems could be paid to go away. Maybe all of them or that she was even willing to take money to wave away the well placed worry. He didn’t have the time to go to therapy, he found his reason to fight, his reason to try and achieve peace. His reason to live on was Clara and he was scared how she would feel about him after this. When let out, Yama patted his head before waving him bye. 

“You were amazing” 

A voice spoke, Persephone taking notice to the Meoshu he had once felt dread from but now it all was just joy, maybe the first day was just a moment of frustration he sensed. “Oh?” “The battle sensation, I was passing by from class and I saw, it was amazing, I would love you to be your mechanic if you need a new gun, I saw how the gun you used in there jammed and led to the blunt beating.”

Manic, with a pep in his tone chirped, a smile plastered, such a bright and bubbly boy. Nothing like what Clara and Scarlet said, Manic wasn’t dark hell he was as bright as the forest green hair that was messy and fluffy, it also held his ears, the furry green that had a slight flop, the smell of light fresh cut grass on him. Manic’s brown eyes, a beautiful coco color, even the soft freckles that kissed his cheeks seemed to calm Persephone of his previous worries.

“Yeah, that would be lovely” Persephone didn't even know what he was saying, it was like he wasn’t saying it at first, but it felt right. Manic’s face lit up and with many “Thank you”s the two were heading back to Wyverstone’s class, where Persephone was welcomed into the class fully, he had passed, no need to change. He looked about before seeing her, the beauty of Clara, his heart fluttering, wings and feathers fluttering some or puffing up. He watched Clara look at him surprised then giggled, only to be pulled from the lovely sight by Manic who was holding a card to him. 

When sitting back by Clara she looked at him and asked with surprise in her voice.

“Is that Manic’s actual card” Her voice carried and soon enough their classmates surrounded them to get a look.

“Yeah, what’s the big deal?”

He asked and a collected gasp was heard, someone speaking up.“Are you kidding? Manic never offers to be someone’s mechanic, he barely makes things for others, but the craftsmanship was always the best out of everyone's.” The praise on Manic’s craft and the fact that Manic even wanted to make his gun, he felt so lucky.

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Spoon full of the fallen

Ashal, an island not yet fully explored and yet we have been making its creatures into medicine, Pemineva, the medicine he crafted so finally for the surprise virus that blew in. The home was nice and tidy, a cozy feeling settling over the lit up room. The curtains over the windows all match as a soft blue, faded with age. The couch, small and old, small throw blankets laying on the back of the three sections, the couch also a soft blue with purple speckles, an imprint on the left most spot that was most sat in. The coffee table with a cup of steaming tea sat at arms length away. Both sides of the couch had wooden end tables with lamps. The door held a shoe holder so they were off the ground. 

A hum broke the quiet morning air as a male walked into the living room, his steps although confident were small. His leg hit the table, like always, a bruise on his leg that won't go away darkening. With that he sidestepped and placed his plate down on the table, before sitting on the same side of the couch he had for years. The white in his hair was a mess, obviously not combed that morning. But his face bore the curse of what it meant to be a Rose. The clean bandages over his eyes left him with very little if any vision of his surroundings, but he was unbothered, sipping his tea with a simple sigh.

The man that owned the home, Sebbe Rose, a man that was related to the now passed doctor Nova Rose, and with her passing, the disappearance of his cousins and the rest of his family slowly passing away, he worked to keep the title alive, he was the new doctor Rose, and to him, his life was to serve others. To cure them, and nothing would stop him. The warmth of the tea and the taste of eggs, even if they were a bit over seasoned, brought him into the mindset he needed to be in. His soft, and well loved sweater hung on his shoulders, like a light purple lab coat. 

The wooden floor was old, the top coat fading in a path that the rabbit man took everyday, never straying from it, like an ant. The roses were once a happy family, Sebbe had been the eldest of the three boys, only ten when everything went wrong. It had been thirteen years since he saw his cushions, he wondered if little Shadow followed in flopped ears like aunt Nova and Sebbe, or stood tall like Shadow’s brother, Shade or Sebbes dad, Noel. The Rose’s were always doctors, but this hadn’t been the path Sebbe wanted. He wanted to travel but when all you saw was faint blobs at best, it was better to stay put and let dreams die.

The bell above his door chimed as a familiar voice spoke up, the wind outside that blew in, chilling his lopped ears.

“Hey doctor, are you taking visitors?”

A bubbly voice chirped from the owner came in as he nodded and put his tea cup down. “Nina, welcome, what can I do for you?” He spoke as he slowly stood up and sidestepped to walk his path to the door. Nineteen steps, that's all it always took to get from the couch to the door. 

“Actually, I've come to talk to you. Has your research team found a way to heal the brain?”

Her voice grew stone still, not purring with warmth anymore. A still silence stretched between them.

“No, all tests have failed” Sebbe said in a breath then in a heartbeat the despair from Nina turned to confusion.

“They were only successful on the mutated subjects. Especially the one you handed over. Nina, what are those things?”

Sebbe asked in a hushed voice, even a blind man could hear the difference in their speech or breathing, feel the toughness of skin and its build. When his question fell on deaf ears he huffed, turning his head away, a small thump of his foot echoing. “Get ou…” “We aren’t sure, it showed up in Altris when that virus passed through.” Sebbe’s harsh words were silenced to Nina’s words, the sound of her tone as if talking to a superior. 

“I see, do you think that was the last stage?” Sebbe said, intrigued, that would mean he could make a natural vaccine if it was true. But Nina would say no more, at least not on that subject.

“The Fluoramine, I worry I need to up his dose of that, what are the side effects for a fifteen milligram.”

Sebbe sputtered at such a dose, what sounded light was an extreme for Fluoramine. Being the maker of such damned advancement was sickening to Sebbe. Ashal was barely even explored and yet its creatures were being used already without being understood in their habitat. Sebbe started to hate his work from that land when learning the blood that was spilled, the innocent explorers that died and were left behind. The families of the fallen would never have those to bury or mourn. Maybe that was why such a high society would hide it from him, so their special scientist would listen.

Fluoramine was made from Emerald-Striped Butterflies venom, a venom that if not purified just right could lead to stuck in syndrome. The highest dose tested was five milligrams, of which in a test subject of almost three hundred pounds was knocked out for several hours. How was he to just let that be ordered? 

“No, that, that would be dangerous, you’ll kill his kidneys. Biosin wouldn’t do its job, you would just kill him.” He stuttered and snapped angrily, he wouldn’t let his work and family name be bloodied. He reached for the bandage on his face, before his hand was grabbed in a gentle hold. A voice like honey licked the inner most of his ears. “Calm down doctor, it's a minor mistake. I didn’t release that would be too much, rest your mind doctor.”

She lowered his hand and took back to the door, pausing as she thought of her dearest brother. 

“Notify me if you make any breakthroughs.”

She called and left, the chiming of his bell haunting Sebbe at the idea of what she could be planning. He only knew of one of her patients that was on it.

Just what kind of monstrosity plan would his work be used for?

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Bloody savior

The day had started well for the elder vampire Inka, from waking her niece to making breakfast for her daughter Scarlet. But now with all the paperwork she had and her problem child back in her office, Manic. Manic was fifteen, stood at a smaller five foot six, and yet she knew he was to be careful with him. Manic was diagnosed with ASPD, or Antisocial personality disorder. He was a good kid though, a bit aloof. He just had a sharp tongue in moments, not only that but he was also a genius in his own way.

“Fluoramine, that’s a new one.”

Inka spoke, her voice so gentle and almost as if it was a gentle caress via sound. Her icy blue eyes read over the bottle, her glasses slipping down some as her head moved down to document this. ‘Fluoramine, a strong antidepressant made from the Emerald-Striped Butterflies venom. It also doubled as a minor sedative, now what has the kid said for them to dose him like this?’ Inka thought to herself. She perked up at a hot breath on her hip, Alkaline, Manic’s Yaxane wolf. Yaxane wolves were always beautiful creatures, a dark brown muzzle that faded out to a lighter brown. It was at the ears that that brown tapered into a dark green with a wild moss texture to its overall green coat. Alkaline was one of common looks with a few Flowering Fairymoss climbing up the four legs and covering the tail. “He looks to be in good health, you are doing wonderful.” Inka took her gaze up to Manic’s, his brown eyes meeting her blue eyes so caring.

“Mmhp” He quietly huffed, Inka understanding he wasn’t in a talking mood. Handing his medicine she put his paperwork away.

“Alright and you are all down, have a good day, and remember to eat.” She said before watching him leave, with that she got up and got her clothing straightened out. Getting up and with a quick pace she rushed over to the auditorium, her finger flicking down her sign glasses as she stepped into the sun.

Being the nurse here had given her a nickname among the students, the bloody savior. Guess even peaceful vampires would never lose the blood suckers title. Walking into the large auditorium, she looked to her trouble makers, new and returning combat classes. Waving to her darling scarlet and finally seeing the young boy, it made her give pause. Mors jr. A smile fell onto her lips, that was definitely a surprise to her.

These first few days were always the longest but getting the team fully cleared up really helped the newer students. When her time came to speak she spoke in her stern yet calming voice, this rehearsed so often. “Good afternoon, I am your nurse, my name is Inka Anastasia, call me whatever makes you the happiest, just keep it appropriate.” She started, her gaze scanning the crowd the whole time.

“I have centuries of treating people from the sturdy builds of the Gatophines to even Fel Angels. If you need help, do not hesitate to come to me, my duty is to protect you, so you can protect the future.”

The blur of keeping the younger people to stay hydrated and getting them settled along with the outline of the rules.

On her late night break she fell into the couch in the staff room, a scream leaving the white haired woman, muffled and shushed by the cushion. When she sat up she was scared by the hand of a coworker. Shadow, a black haired, white banged male who stood no taller than four foot eleven inches, stopping at the top of his head. His rabbit ears bent halfway, an exhausted look on his face. His claws rose in defense at her sudden movement, these close hidden in plain sight like to long pigtails. His hair was slightly curly, and partly over his white eyes. It was only a moment of silence before Inka spoke slowly. “It’s me Shadow, remember?” She asked, a red hue setting in case the parasite did something stupid. When his claws fell she sighed and sat up fully, a gentle hand on his cheek.

“Do you remember where you are, my friend?” Shadow had a problem with his memories, something she learned was easier for her to talk him down.

“I’m at work?” The confusion broke her heart, but before she could speak he was called away for a problem by Sikos.

Just as she thought she would get some peace she stood and turned to walk out. Always moving, that’s how nurses were, always moving to their next patient but she jumped at seeing her problem child, Manic. She paused at not seeing Alkaline with him, before she could, manic spoke in his low monotone voice, but his body gave her the subtle signs of his distress, his tail whipping with an anxious tip to it.

“Alkaline won’t leave the dorms, someone keeps grabbing him.” And there it was, her problem childs first hit of the year. With a sigh, she nodded and moved with him to handle this.

“Why didn’t you get Nina?” She asked and he shook his head.

“She would scold me, I think I broke his nose.” That didn’t surprise Inka, manic was known for punching if pushed to be too uncomfortable. She felt pity for the young meoshu, and when coming up to the dorms, she saw the large wolf standing over this young man in a red shirt, albeit a bit wrinkled and dusty with dirt. Tan pants and red shoes were what finished the look, though the shoe laces looked as if they were metal ribbons. Manic called over to Alkaline, the wolf going to its handler as Inka passed it and to the kid. He was on his side and nose bleeding. She got him up and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and started to clean up his face. She forced him to hold it as she stood him up and walked him with her. “Do not hurt anyone else manic, try and make this a good night please.” Inka called, exhausted by just the day.

Sitting him down, she took to caring for him, getting his name as Nyx Zuva, a new year student and on top of that, he was the second youngest at the academy along with manic. That was a great honor, she would have to keep her eye on him too.

“Now do you mind telling me as to what happened, Manic didn’t really explain why he hit you.” She asked, needing to know what she needed to document.

“Manic…” Nyx muttered, to which Inka barely caught.

“That thing with him… I was curious, I had never seen one of them.” He said flinching at the smell of the alcohol pad near his nose. Inka found this to be a shock, what place didn’t know of Yaxane wolves, they were the main reason Altris was known.

“Where are you from dear?” She asked, a subtle hint of judgement in her voice, though it seemed to miss Nyx. The tanned skinned, partly still stained with crimson, the messy brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. The most glaring part of his appearance other than the pink eyes, framed behind his glasses, was that sun drawing on his cheek. It sat on his right cheek and no matter how many times she passed her wipe over his cheek, it remained.

“Ashal ma’am.”

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Lost feathers

The boat ride was a headache, the loud people, the many families allowing their children to run free. Staring out at his old homeland, fleeing family. It felt wrong to the heart, one that hung as heavy as the fake documents in hand, or the small girl with the world ahead of her. It was the footsteps, the soft but knowing click of a low heeled shoe. 

“Mayais, Is this truly the only thing left?”

The little voice of a broken soul, the young angel turned to look to the older. Seeing the common everyday blue hoodie on the older, clean, unlike how he felt. 

“Lorelei, you know as I do, there, he would forever look for you. We have a small home already, it will be like we never left Koplos, Apsol will be safe… for you and the girls.” Mayais spoke as he sat himself by Lorelei and the young child in his arms. His ruby eyes looked at the young boy who still bore the bandages on his neck, something he should have been there for to stop. 

“Now, remember when we get there, our last name is Mors, never give the name you were gifted with till you know you're safe.”

He softly said, looking at the sleeping girl, her black hair, the start of her white tips clearer everyday in loose pigtails. One of the last fragments he had of his wife and one of the last members of the living family. To rest on that boat was impossible, with only two weeks till a new world, sleep eluded Lorelei, his long black hair always haunting him with each pass of windows or mirrors of the boat. The girls were still too young to fully know what he and the family dealt with, but they would be forever what he protected. “There you go sweetie, stitches out, though, if you mind telling me, how did you get that there on your neck?” The nurse asked, looking at what she only knew as Mors jr, the same boy that seemed never to meet her eye. Lorelei wanted to give her the respect she deserved and look at her, but her soft brown eyes, they were too kind, he couldn’t stop seeing his mother in her gaze. With a shake of his head he opened the bag on his hip before he put a small baggy in her hand, golden circlets. A currency he knew so well it was no different to bread crumbs to him. Getting up he slipped out of the office and clinic as he stepped into the crisp air. Lorelei took in a deep breath as he pulled his hood up, eyes to the ground. He was lost in thought, everything was changing so fast nowadays, the girl grew with no worries,with enough money to solve any problem and curiosity. And yet the young uncle always was on his toes, living his life as if dancing over hot coals. The cool fall winds warmed the tips of his ears, the tips fluttering for a moment. His gaze picked up to the dark clouds overhead, rain, great. With a bitter sigh, Lorelei picked up his walk, his movement that of a ghost, fluid like water, and as fast as the wind that caressed his cheek. The Koplos people used to say that if the second oldest death was ok all would be fine, that they would forever be protected. How could he protect them when he felt like this, the recent storms were happening more, the same storm that brewed in him, and then the thunderous crash of the storms thunder and lightning. 

“War breaks out in Altris, Draycor enters in hours.” The air stilled, clinging in Lorelei's throat like jello, people would die because he couldn’t just grow up and forget everything. It was all ‘my fault.’

‘Mom always tried to protect me, same with brother. It is my fault our mother lost her life, my fault Aurora was dead. It's all my fault that now not only will my nieces not have their mother, more children will grow up without their parents.’

How pitiful, a god, as emotionally weak as a mortal. Turning away from the windows with tvs blasting the news, he took to running to his home. Pushing open the door, he stared as the living area had the news playing. Hearing that Koplos had invaded Altris, a country with the strongest ally, it was suicide of a country. A daze set over Lorelei, one of a still numbness and with that, he slipped to his bedroom. The littlest Mors sat confused, her dress bunched up in her hands, soul, the gentlest guardian. War meant pain, right? Even a ten year old girl understood this wasn’t something good to have happen. However, not only did little soul's father, Yama but the older girls. Lilith and Hyde knew that if this was happening then their uncle had to be helped and fast.

The nights were long, the country people slowly coming down with small colds at first, then came the slow incline of the people getting sicker and sicker everyday, spreading. All Lorelei could think was it was his own problem he had to solve. But what could he do, money couldn’t solve the problem, and he couldn’t figure out the cure fast enough to save more people. His mangled and grief struck mind fell deeper into his internal court setting, only broken out by the feeling of a hand gripping his sleeve, a truck flying past his face, mere inches from his face. His feathery ears flaring in embarrassment. Being pulled back and looking back, his heart jumped, fluttering at a speed that would worry most.

Eyes, a lovely deep pink, lips glossed with a rose quarts hue. Her hair was as wild as those eyes that shaped in perfect hearts. A tuft of this candy green that was under the curtain by a darling purple, pink strains in that purple. It tapered into this light blue before the green made a return at the tips. Her outfit was adorable, a hand crafted light and dark checkered sweater, to pockets with peaches knitted on it. The sleeves had these small white knitted flowers, the white under shirt peeking out from it. Her shorts were normal jean like material with a white lace at the legs. 

Beauty stood before him, his mind swirling at the sight of this dazzling sight

“Hey gal, do you need help?”

She asked as she pulled the smaller male closer, worried on her face about the other who almost got hurt. 

“Ah! Um no-no ma’am” Lorelei yelped, his soft almost unheard voice squeaked, surprising the lady. With a soft hum she nodded then giggled. “Come eat with me and my friend, ok? My treat!” She smiled and pulled him, not letting him have a moment to say no. 

A woman with red long hair, a royal blue mask sat on her face with a loose purple shirt and normal jeans. Scarlet was her name, and the beauty sat beside him to stop him from running, she was named clara. 

The girls talked, trying to get him to talk but he stayed quiet. The food was good and the girls' company was nice. He was not planning on getting their numbers. The once isolated Lorelei slowly came out of his shell, slowly the sickness that once was spreading like a wildfire. The starting war in Altris and Koplos ended fast with a peace treaty. Lorelei had never been happier, with two new friends that were patient with the shy god. Today was the day he would learn peace, what he should have known as a child.

Looking up, Clara took a moment to study the man coming at her and scarlet. Shedding his baggy clothes and the long hair that seemed to be a shield from eye contact. Now with a messy cropped hair cut, that brought his once hip length hair now to his ears, the feathery ears fluttering slightly.  A simple white collared shirt peeked from under his black sweater, his black slacks crisp, only wrinkling as he moved. The messy black hair that was tipped red as those red clock like eyes. He looked better, and finally had a light in his eyes. 

“Good morning, my name is Persephone.” He finally greeted them with more than just a wave, and even more, they finally had a name for the once scared birdman the girls took in as a friend. The small group walked together, his suitcase reeling behind him next to Clara’s and Scarlets. Bear Mountain Academy, their new home for the school year. 

Bear Mountain Academy was known for teaching young folks in either the making and testing of items for future heroes and heroes. As the girls talked and told Persephone of the people around them, a young looking green wolf boy with green hair. He talked with a teacher, a large Yaxane wolf,  a hound that stood at four and a half feet tall with a sturdy build, a breed native to Altris. It wore a work dog vest, just as Scarlet spoke up. 

“That ticking time bomb is Manic, the head of the science class last year. He is like, creepy smart.” She spoke, a small adjustment to the mask that sat on her face. Persephone turned back to them, unable to tell them of the dread he felt boiling in him from looking at the young Meoshu. Something that for a moment, pulled persephone back to an old memory. The sound of stomping, the need to flee, to hide, to save himself from a man meant to protect him.  

“Persephone?”

The voice brought him back and a light dusting of warmth came to his cheeks as he looked at Clara, her soft gaze melted into worry over it. The longer he gazed, the more his pupils ticked counter clockwise. A soft hum left Scarlet, looking at them able to pick up on the fancy Persephone took for Clara. 

“Come on, we have dorms to get.”

Just that alone got the other two back on track. 

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Erus-wip- base info

Erus, has an equatorial diameter of about 4,222 miles (6,794 kilometers), with seven land masses, of which hold their own special race or thus theorized. Agral(a-gr-le) of which has a land mass of 3.301(5312444.544 km) million miles, all the way to Altis at a small 514 acres. Draycor(Dray-core) was a technical hive mind, the world's most high-tech country. Aspol(As-pool) and Koplos(cop-los) are smaller than Agral with Aspol being bigger in population than Koplos. Oshien(o-sen) was later to be found but it holds the world's rarest spider, Wisteria Stinger, of which Aeon made the suits for the heroes of the world. Ashal(A-shawl) has been considered a lost call to try and investigate since it is thought to be overrun with Emerald-Striped Butterfly, a moth-like creature with a wing span of 2 feet(0.6 meters). 

Erus is a small planet in the galaxy, known as Andromeda Star System, and is the smallest planet out of the other sixteen planets. With a gravity of 3.73m/s squared and a 6.35 mbar with a make up of 37% of oxygen and 63% other gasses to make up the atmospheric pressure. The first country to show intelligent life was Draycor, which has the main race of Lunian, a bipedal race of people that stood from five foot all the way to seven foot with pink skin, large eyes that were usagely are a deep black and antennae. Lunian’s are curious  and love to learn how things work and how they could be used. This led them to be the world’s heart of engineering and more technologically advanced. Draycor, although strong on their own has a strong relationship with a small country called Altris.

Altris is a country built for nature, all the buildings are made from the land from log cabins with clay sealing the outside. Four tribes exist in this culture, the river hounds are known to fend off threats along with raising young warriors. The honey cats are the diplomats and were the people to talk and still handle the relations with draycor. The tree nudibranchs were the caregivers, medicine people with the knowledge of the ancestors in helping their people. And lastly the bark beavers, those with the understanding on how to build homes, rafts, boats to give back to their people. The people of Altris are all unique and of many common creatures from around the world, humanoid like animals from wolves to weasels. These people seem to take the best of elves and the companies of the land. Many of the river hounds were as different as the sun and moon, some were large figures with the strength of the opal bears. Some were as cunning as the maned wolves that were known for taking down prey seven times their size. The honey cats had many like small cubs of nightshade bears as disturbing as the sun weavers from the lost landmass known as Ashal. Of which has led to theories of the two lands once being connected. The honey cats often have a slightly over exaggerated ‘cute’ look that has been shown to cause the brain to create dopamine and oxytocin. This tribe is often distant from the tree nudibranchs, who often are found in the water. The tribe is often the one with the most range in looks for its people. The tree nudibranchs could stand anywhere from the small four foot rabbit people of the bark beavers to the small family of Reapian bison of the River hounds. They are though, always with ceratas that grow like hair until they reach adult age. These bits hold toxins and other chemicals from their diet of Akbit jellyfish, along with other toxic creatures in the north sea. The bark beavers, often are the largest with a standing height of 7’8 to 11’8, with a large build to help with the 15% more muscle seen in this tribes genetic code.

Koplos is also commonly referred to as the land of the blessed or The Wonder Lands. This is because of the ideas of the gods being born there, or the graveyard of heros. The land is home to many humans, dwarfs and angels. Many thought it seemed to have a connection to nature connected to the planet. These people often are connected from the wind to the core of the planet. 

Aspol is the landmass dedicated to the military and young people often come to the country to learn and get mentored on becoming a hero or their engineer. The land is a melting pot of races and it is hard to say what was ever the native person of the land. The rumors of the moose race named Ekey were the first or the Gatophines, a smaller spider race with often or not paw pads like small house rabbits that allow them to mountain climb easily.