#breeding opposing species for a stronger being

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 38/38 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Portrait Albus Dumbledore, Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin, Original Characters Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Lily is alive, Horcrux Hunting, Potterwatch, Grey Dumbledore, Idiot Ron who eventually redeems himself, Art, Dumbledore is a Scheming Sociopath, Brief M-Preg, No Hallows, Mostly Sub Severus, mild D/s themes, Fluff, Creature Fic Summary:

Headmaster Snape is discovered as a spy and stumbles into the Golden Trio's camp injured, and carrying nothing but an old, bloodstained journal, a map of the UK with strange dots on it, and the clothes on his back. Oh, and the Sword of Gryffindor? He demands Sanctuary from Harry, an old wizarding custom that forces Harry to give the man food and shelter for one month while Severus pleads his case. Harry reluctantly agrees, and so begins the maddest month of his life. Between finding out the truth about Severus, translating Voldemort's twisted journal, and discovering even his own life is nothing like he thought, Harry has to rebuild his world from the ground up, all while knocking the pieces from Voldemort's soul one by one.

Harry finds his wings, his mother, his mate, the mentor he believed dead, and his true destiny all in four short weeks.

[pine-arten]

i’ve been thinking how slugcats work a lot. my rambles will be under the cut

i’ve said before in other posts, but i hc there’s two types of slugcats (whether different species or just subspecies i’m unsure) and so they‘re showcased here. i’ve given them names to differentiate when talking about them.

Slugcat Felis is a more omnivorous and opportunistic slugcat. examples would be survivor, monk, and saint (a bit).

Felis slugcats have very short, and fine fur. it’s a lot more sparse. (like how the peterbald cat breed is) they have a longer muzzle in comparison to panthera slugcats, and have weaker jaw strength because of it. They also have oval pupils, not fully round but not slit either.

Slugcat Panthera is more carnivorous and predatory. ex, hunter and arti.

Panthera slugcats have a longer coat of fur, but it’s still generally short. More akin to how an actual short-haired cat is. They have a short muzzle, making their bite-force stronger. They also have slit pupils, although it becomes round when dilated. 

General slugcat traits include, -Eyes, nose, teeth, lips, and claws all being of similar colors. -Large thick tail for extra fat storage -Muzzle whiskers and eyebrow whiskers -Two fingers, one opposable thumb, and three toes

Spearmaster is a pretty special case, as they’re heavily modified. First of all, they have no lower jaw or upper digestive system. Their skull is also modified to be smoother where their mouth would be. Their torso and neck is skinny, causing them to weigh a lot less than others Spearmaster also has long pointy ears, as it would make their expressions a lot more obvious and clear. They have small rounded spikes of keratin all over, somewhat similar to scales in a way. Their skin is a lot thicker than other slugcats, as they have no fur to protect it. Their pupils are fully round, whether dilated or constricted.

Rivulet is also modified, but not as extremely. Large eyes and nictitating membrane help see underwater. Their pupils are larger than average, and are horizontally oval (but become round when not constricted). Riv’s external gills are attached to their head, rather than the neck or jaw. As this makes the bloodflow to the brain much quicker. They have small ears and a seal nose, modifications to prevent water going where it shouldn’t. Their fur is very short, but incredibly thick and oily. This helps them retain heat and prevent water sticking to them (like otters and seals!). In their blood, is hemocyanin, as well as hemoglobin. There is more hemoglobin than hemocyanin, as it’s more efficient in most scenarios. However, hemocyanin is more efficient than hemoglobin in cold underwater environments with low oxygen.

i would’ve included saint and gourmand, but i was tired after drawing rivulet so i didn’t include them. maybe in another post?

[tribbetherium]

The tetracorns are a group of remarkable ungulopes native to Austro-Easaterra, with a most unusual trait: their highly-pronounced sexual dimorphism. While females are smaller, and drably colored, males boast four huge prominent horns and striking patterns, even ones of peculiar colors, thanks to pigments in their diet that accumulate in their skin and hair as a marker of a well-fed, and thus strong and fit, individual.

One of the largest tetracorn species is the fourform fourhorn (Quadratus colossaeus), whose males can grow to three tons or more and sport a distinctive dull muddy-yellow hue of their hair and a pale saddle-like marking on their backs, in contrast to the female's browner, earthy tones. Like many of the larger tetracorn species, they are monogamous for the breeding season: one male and one female pair up to guide and defend their calves, usually born two at a time as twins, together as a pair (though often split up after the young disperse and may take a new mate the next breeding season), and herds of them consists of mated pairs and their young grazing and traveling in close proximity: yet noticeably segregated in small groups of four, two parents and two children.

Yet something most peculiar has happened to this particular species: a gene that guides the growth and hormonal activity in male tetracorns flipped in a chromosomal inversion, several million years ago, and became passed down as an inverted mutant copy of this gene. This has also reversed its function, leading to rapid growth and later sexual maturity in a female, as opposed to a male, which in turn displays a more gradual growth rate and an earlier sexual maturity like a female if it inherits this gene. Thus, fourhorns that inherit the mutant gene display a reversed sexual dimorphism size-wise, though still retaining their color patterns as those are governed by a separate, unrelated gene and affect a different androgen hormone. Present on one copy of each gene, half of the offspring of a fourhorn with the mutant gene will also exhibit the gene themselves if they mate with a normal partner.

But what has allowed this gene to proliferate and become widespread in their population is the way the resulting differences affect the fourform fourhorn's social behavior. Being larger and physically stronger, the males, or specifically, large-morph (normal) males are bigger as to defend their single bonded mate from rival bachelors during the breeding season and the resulting calves from predators during their vulnerable first year, while, being smaller and less powerful, small-morph females would rather seek out and prefer pairing with large-morph males for safety. As such, it would seem that normals would pair off only with normals, and mutants only with mutants with smaller males conversely relying on bigger females, resulting to those two groups eventually reproductively isolating from each other's gene pools and becoming separate species.

Yet, with predators like blubbears and lipgrips to concern them, calves born to a large-morph male and a large-morph female have two stronger parents to defend them and have a greatly heightened survival rate, and so, over time, these pairings became more frequent and more favored by natural selection: leaving small-morph males to pair off only with small-morph females, which compensate for their smaller size by gathering in larger groups to find safety in numbers. Thus, by usually segregating their mate selection to a partner of a similar size, they, inadvertently, make mutant + normal pairings the vast majority of mated pairs over normal + normal and mutant + mutant pairs, ensuring that the mutants and normals' genes keep mixing and preventing them from diverging into separate gene pools, and also allowing the mutant genes of large-morph females and small-morph males to persist as, by mating with normals more frequently, half of the resulting offspring are mutants, and half are normals.

The fourform fourhorn has thus, in essence, evolved a pseudo-sex chromosome that determines its morphology based on its sex--and functionally has become a species with four "sexes": large-morph normal male, small-morph normal female, large-morph mutant female and small-morph mutant male. To the pairs of large-morphs, their combined might against enemies virtually guarantees that both calves make it to their first year. To the pairs of small-morphs, less-favorable "left-overs", they have instead resorted to adaptive gregarious behaviors to compensate for the less-than-ideal circumstances. Either way, the next generation, generally a half-and-half mix of normals and mutants, become independent at about two years of age and disperse: forming loose herds that include random assortments of all four forms, until they pair up in the next mating season, often every two to three years in the spring or summer, depending on food availability in each particular year.

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[tlscog]

Could we have kids? Like, we are half Eldritch and none if the others are human, just curious

For now, your body is still human so by all means, you would be able to have kids with people and creatures whose biology is similar in that regard.

Vampires/Nephilim are the easiest due to their existence isn't exactly complicated by any means. Half Vampires exist and Nephilim are just human angels.

Though there is a clear distinction between what Hayden refers to as "Pure" who are true Vampires that weren't turned or bred from half Vampires.

The key difference is just what the Pure can do as apposes to what normal/half Vampires can't do. So it ends up being the same.

Fae works the same way despite being spiritually attuned - it would just be a human(or whatever you are in this case) with Fae properties and a knack for using their magics.

Safe to assume that the same goes for Werewolves, but without the half-breed. One Werewolf mate will always be enough to make the child a Werewolf. (Unless we take into consideration Vampires etc. then it is just a werewolf mixed with something.)

Then comes the other two.

Sol wouldn't be feasible on a physical level, the Faux body can be given sexual organs to simulate... well sex, but it won't be possible to conceive nor fertilise.

Sol however would be able to spiritually make that connection of creating the soul first, then the body can either form afterwards or be made.

Rin on the other hand could be classified as a humanoid, genetics would be the biggest issue as well as DNA. They are larger than humans and they never mate outside of their species considering it would be taboo.

The complications would in a sense outweigh it entirely for a successful birth to ever take place - not to mention they were created to oppose Eldritch.

Your spiritual selves would most likely clash, with a slight chance of fusing to create something... stronger than Eldritch? Don't even know what to call it at that point.

[sanctuary-of-the-cursed]

The Werewolves of Gracefully Cursed

Unlike the other immortals, and even Humanity, there is not as much prevalence or focus on the origins of Werewolves as immortals. They look on themselves as having always been a part of the world, as cousins to Humans and more in tune with the natural world than the strictly flesh bound Humans.

While not technically immortal in the same sense as the Vampires or Lost Ones, they entered into the pact of immortals as a way to ensure their survival and recognition as a species. While there are some Werewolves that saw the Revelation as a chance to gain power and status, while most saw it as a chance to be true to themselves instead of hiding who they really were.

Werewolves are a species that can transform at will into the shape of a wolf, they can live very long lives, with the oldest recorded Werewolf being just over 600 years old. Unlike the fables that have flooded history, Werewolves are not created from a wolf biting a Human. True Werewolves were born with their power to shapeshift and they remain in tight familial groups, referred to as packs in a derogatory sense. A Werewolf's bite is toxic to most Humans, but in some a reaction and transformation can occur, these half-breeds are thought to come about due to a mixing of bloodlines at some point in the past. As mentioned previously, Werewolves, even those that have been bitten, age slower and live long lives.

True Werewolves bestial form is that of a larger than normal wolf, their colors and attributes varied and reflective of their Human shape. Those that have been bitten and then transform have bestial forms that are more like the legends that paint Werewolves as monsters, half Human, half beast. True Werewolves can transform at will, but special reverence is held to the moon while those that are bitten are tied to the moon and feel an uncontrollable urge to transform under a full moon's light. Both true and bitten Werewolves have enhanced strength and endurance compared to Humans as well as enhanced senses. Werewolves are primarily carnivorous, and can survive on eating animals, however those that have been known to eat Humans have been known to be stronger, faster and more brutal than Werewolves that do not eat Human flesh. For most consumption of Human flesh is considered a sin, but there are still some small groups that feed exclusively on Humans.

Before the Revelation, Werewolves did not organize themselves into large groups to avoid suspicion. To ensure their survival Werewolf families often split up and interbred within the Human communities they lived in. In the time after the Revelation, Werewolves have formed large communities themselves, and in the United States and other countries, there are certain cities and towns that have become known as Werewolf exclusive. Others still live life as if nothing has changed, they have their familial groups and they live amongst Humans, although now that there is not as great a need to blend in, interspecies breeding has become frowned upon and Werewolves have truly adopted an expanding population ideal. Most Werewolves look on the word 'pack' as derogatory, since it lumps them in with beasts without acknowledging their passive Human nature. Some groups do adopt that term as their own, but these groups are often lawless, composed of few true Werewolves and more bitten Werewolves.

There was one large group of werewolves, called the Gravetenders. They worked as soldiers and bodyguards for the vampiric high council, serving as faithful guardians and allies in the world behind the scenes. When the Revelation happened there was a disagreement, and according to the vampiric high council and all other vampires, they were wiped out of existence for their betrayal. Except that a few have survived. They are currently working to see the vampires brought down a peg, aiding any and all that oppose the vampire control that’s looming on the horizon.

On Gracefully Cursed the concept of a 'lone wolf' does not have the connotation of a lone Werewolf wandering the world without a family, as most Werewolves live their lives the same as Humans and may seek to leave their families to find their place in the wider world. Werewolves will only label their own as 'lone wolves' or 'rebel' if they are more in tune with their bestial nature or if they deliberately break the law.

The Werewolves of Gracefully Cursed are simply out for recognition, having had to hide their true selves or be labeled as a monster. There are some that want to stand at the same level as the Vampires, and those Werewolves are ruthless and bitter, or hurt by the Humans the rest of their kind are quick to call cousins. When looking to create a Werewolf character keep in mind the differences between true and bitten Werewolves and how that may impact your character's interaction with others on the site. As always, please take a look at our Canon Characters first as those characters will have established connections for your character to dive into.

[prof-peach]

Hey professor! I saw you talking about your Kantoan Vulpix and it reminded me I've been meaning to ask, can different variants of Pokémon breed? If so, what's the outcome? Say a Kantoan Ninetales and an Alolan Ninetales had a baby, would the Vulpix take on traits of both or stick with one or the other? Or is a birth even possible between the two?

Though we know Pokemon to produce eggs, there is of course the option of live birth for more mammalian species such as vulpix yeah. The two you’ve asked about can indeed breed, and should they prouduce young, the live births tend to be hybrids, ie. best of both, the ones produced from this particular mix can lead to strong dual ice/fire types, but also can produce mixes of the fire, fairy, psychic and ice typings. Not all four mind you but certainly two of their known types that they’re affiliated with (I know Kantonian isn’t technically psychic in the dex, but they have strong ties, and this typing can crop up in hybrid offspring)

Eggs however lead to one or the other, depending on the mother. Usually the eggs produced will match her, to make their survival and hatch rate far higher. Ice type eggs can be very cold to the touch, and can be cooked by the temperature that kantonain vulpix require, but the fire type ones need heat, and alolan icy mother’s will not be able to create enough warmth to hatch them. As the female is the carer in this situation on average, they produce eggs best suited for their temperature needs, to ensure a new generation is brought up well and healthily.

There’s also cases where one single litter will have a range of different type set ups, colourations, styles, skills, and needs, and should this happen in the wild, it’s often quite difficult to raise the entire group without both parents present. Survival rate is a little lower but those who do live to adulthood are far stronger than a standard egg hatched vulpix.

We do however know that eggs are best suited for safer environments, and many more can be produced than that of live-births, so they’re often found at daycare facilities, and around the home. They know there is a safe area to leave eggs so they can continue to live, feed, and interact with others, without the pregnancy weight getting in the way. If they’re forced to reproduced on the move or in unsafe areas, then they usually birth a live litter, being able to up sticks and move much faster with the young, as opposed to waiting around for eggs to hatch. The Pokemon will know what’s safe, and will produce offspring that suit their habitat at the time. Not safe areas result in breeding without successful pregnancy or egg production. They release hormones when happy, healthy and safe, that dictate what kind of method of reproduction is possible at that time. Pokemon are weird like that.

[adiabolikpastel]

Title: Lunar Eclipse Masquerade

Reiji pt. 2

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,409

Pairing: Reiji x ? (m/f)

ღ Reiji finds himself attending this Masquerade alone, despite somehow miraculously getting all his brothers to make an appearance. The effects of the moon fuel is longing for the one he loves, but a nice distraction can solve all that. ღ

Mun Yu: We made it to the second wave of LEM. I hope you all enjoyed the set up, and are ready for the main event. Our Lunar Eclipse is in full swing as the masquerade beings. These chapters will be longer.

Additionally: I would love to thank @dialovers-translations for translating the Shu and Reiji versus CD which show cased them during the Lunar Eclipse. It helped me greatly to write his personality.

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Despite what most people think, demonic beings are very social creatures. The elites hold countless balls and parties, celebrating their immortality together, and entertaining one another with stories. Typically, they are done in celebration for something – though this is not always the case. All types of beings from across the Demon Realm will come if the host is of high enough prestige.

There would be no such host if it was not for Karlheinz. Seated as the head of the Bat Clan (vampires), Karl’s reach spans far. Being the widow for the former Demon King’s daughter, and having children of the first blood, an invitation from the Vampire King is not one to refuse. Though why would you? In his immaculate castle within the Demon Realm, Eden Castle, it is always quite the spectacle. While the celebrations held in his Human World mansion are nice, nothing compares to a true night of pleasure within the true home of the King.

On this night, there was to be a Masquerade in honor of the first Lunar Eclipsed Moon in over two years. While this night may serve each species differently, the idea to celebrate its return was simply too tempting. For this reason, Karlheinz took it upon himself – or rather – his house, to host the event. This extended to his offspring as well, regardless of their personal agenda. Members of every social elite race accepted the offer, and gathered for a truly unforgettable evening.

The past week had been hell. Getting a hold of all his siblings was no easy task, now that most of them no longer lived in the family mason. Contacting Shu was simple enough, as the two of them were closer now. It was strange. Most of his life, Reiji had hated Shu. Not that there weren’t thing that still made him crazy about his brother. However, they now had a common goal – one that Shu was actually willing to help with.

He was honestly surprised his elder brother agreed to the task. Ever since Reiji learned the true purpose of the Adam and Eve project their father was slaving away over, he knew that there would only be Shu who could actually take his place. Not for anything lacking in himself, of course. Between the two of them, Reiji was clearly a better suited ruler. It was for the simple fact that Shu would be unable to make a true connection like the rest of them.

In order for Karl’s project to work, truly work, his sons – or Adam – must become connected with a human. To adapt their emotions, and breed in order to make a new form of being. Once that was achieved, it was then up to that chosen son to defeat their father. Obviously, there were a good number of them who fit the first piece of that criteria. However, there was an overwhelming lack of interest in the second. While none of the triplets had interest in taking over the position of their father, Subaru also showed little interest.

Which left Reiji and Shu, the two eldest of the sons, to fulfill this plan of their father’s. While Reiji had always wanted to rule after their father, he was not sure that he could actually defeat him. Nor did he want to. His admiration for is father was too great to ever actually defeat him. Which only left Shu, and while Reiji did not want to admit that he would need the assistance of his loathed brother- there was no other option.

Strangely enough, when Reiji had talked to Shu about it, he wasn’t opposed to the idea. Seemed he deserved more credit than Reiji had every given. All that to say now, the two brothers were slowly growing closer – and Reiji was actually starting to enjoy his brother. It was at first disturbing – but the two of them were much more alike than Reiji had ever thought. The two had gotten so close in fact, they were able to connect with one another through the magic they’d been practicing in the Makai. Now all the two of them had to do was concentrate on the other, and a telepathic bound would be formed for communication.

With Shu contacted, next he would need to track down Laito and Ayato. It took a few days, but eventually the familiars were able to locate the middle children. Ayato was annoyed, but he and Yuko accepted the invitation. Laito was worse, since he had intended to cut off ties to the family. Reiji had warned him that it was no possible, and that if he did not attend this event, their father would find him. Which only left Subaru and Kanato. Those two Reiji decided to tell the night before, that way they could not refuse the invitation.

The only person he could not convince to come, was Rika, much to his dismay. She apparently had a thesis paper to work on, and experiments that couldn’t be left unattended. While this upset him, there was not much he could do about it. Such a change in personality for him, to actually allow a human to deny him. The thought alone made him want to call her again, demand her presence, or take her by force. However, he was much more attracted to the fact that Rika had goals as she did. She was driven, smart, proper, sexy, honestly – there was nothing he would change about her. He would simply go to the event alone.

With is brothers taken care of, Reiji went on ahead to Eden Castle, to assist his father in any preparations. When he arrived, he was surprised to find Skye commanding the familiars in his place. Reiji wasn’t the biggest fan of Skye – mostly because he felt uneasy that a male dressed the way Skye did. It was already unpleasant when Laito would force his human stalker to do as such – but to see someone else do it – in his father’s home no less – was simply unnerving. With Skye, Reiji never knew how to address him – though the siren never corrected him if he were wrong.

The two of them were effortlessly able to prepare the castle for guest, and the night of the Lunar Eclipse arrived in grand fashion. Karlheinz had not skipped any member of the Makai’s social elite. The Snake Clan, Eagle Clan, Wolf Clan; and a few of their sub families – not to mention sub families of the Bat Clan as well. Reiji was surprised at how many guest could fit into the Castle, then again, it was magic – no doubt that played a hand in helping.

Reiji proudly stood to greet guest as they arrived. This brothers all came in their own time, and even for a while Shu stood with him. Although it did not last, as Shu was apparently doing enough by being present. Reiji could all ready see a future of him taking on a lot of Shu’s duties once their plan had come to completion. Once a great number of guest had arrived, Karlheinz himself finally made an appearance. Although, it was in rather poor taste.

Growing up, Karlheinz never formally came into an event with any of his brides. This was, at least to Reiji’s understanding, out of respect – or even a lack there of- for each of them. It would be unwise to come in with all three of them, less he look like a glutton. However, he couldn’t very well come in with just one of them, as it would show favorite and a neglect of the other two. As Reiji got older he also believed that there was hidden malice in what his father did, though he also understood that ground rules must be set for behavior.

On this night, however, the Vampire King arrived with a woman on his arm. She was stunning, however, Reiji had the sinking suspicion as to who she was. If that were the case, then his father had indeed lost his mind. Not only was this woman not his wife, but if she were even his current lover – the thought made Reiji shiver. Perhaps in his old age, his father had begun to lose his mind. In any case, it was not his place to comment on the two of them. Though it did make him annoyed, as the thought of how his mother had always stood off to the side whenever the great Karlheinz made an appearance, yet this ‘woman’ was on his arm now.

Putting it out of mind, Reiji tasked himself with ensuring the night could go over smoothly. With it being a Lunar Eclipse, things were bound to get dicey. He even felt himself growing aggravated that he was unable to be with Rika, especially when seeing Ayato and Yuko. How he longed to hold her in his arm, parade her on the dance floor like the jewel she was. Not to mention the thirst for her blood was reaching its limit. How long had it been since he had last fed from her?

The moons forces seemed stronger this night, in this place. Deciding to clear his mind, Reiji walked out onto the ballrooms balcony. The night’s air was soothing, though the moon was in full view. Deep red in color, it seemed to dominate the night’s sky. As he walked over to the railing, he noticed someone else outside as well.

She looked to be about his age, though with demon’s one can never be certain. Her head was bowed and hands clasped, as if she were praying. That wasn’t a sight one saw often in this realm. Reiji’s curiosity was peeked. This woman stood to just about his shoulder level, and had long hair – which was tied back- but one could tell it had natural curls to it. There were two distinct colors in her hair, with it being a drastic change form top layer to bottom. Her skin was a darker shade, though not pitch black like other demon races may have. A nice tanned color.

The dress she wore had off the shoulder puffed sleeves, with a yellow base color. The top of the dress was covered in a navy lining, which sparked in the moonlight. Her face covered in a mask of similar color, with a navy base, and golden decoration. Reiji could also see horns nestled on her head, definitely a demon of some kind.

She seemed completely unaware of his presence, normally he too would remain to himself, but something in him this night urged him to speak. So Reiji softly cleared his throat, to alert her, “Ahem, excuse me. I don’t mean to interrupt.”

Almost immediately her head shot up, in search for the sound. When her eyes settled on Reiji, he was taken back for a moment. They were an intense golden color. Clearly the eyes of a predator, as if she were searching for a threat. As she took in the vampire, the intensity cooled slightly. “Oh no forgive me. I was simply paying my respects to the moon.” Her voice held some type of accent – which Reiji couldn’t quite place.

Reiji smiles, moving his hand in a dismissive gesture. “You are a guest, and this is a celebration of the moon. It would be rude of me to deny you the pleasure. I do wonder, if I might ask, your accent. I recognize it being European in nature. Where is it from?”

She blushes slightly and covers her mouth, “Ah, was it that noticeable? There are times when I get languages mixed up in my head. When we are in the Human World, my family lives mostly in Greece. However, we travel quite a bit. I simply found the language so beautiful, subconsciously I find myself speaking that way.” As she spoke, her Japanese became more fluid, the accent fading. “Languages are something of a passion of mine.”

Reiji admires how she was able to adjust her way of speaking. Neither language must be her native tongue. “I am also quite fond of learning new Languages. I find my repartee with most to be quite fluid. You seem to be skilled with them as well, the accent was all but gone by the end of your sentence.” Reiji offers her a smile and moves a little closer to her. “I have yet to introduce myself, Reiji Sakamaki.” He offers her a small bow.

In response, she offers him a small curtsy, “Calli, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Sakamaki-san.” She smiles up at him as they both rise. “You would be one of our host son, am I wrong? My father has told me stories about the famous Karlheinz. I had wondered about his children.” Calli looks back over to the moon. “I am glad to have met one of you, it makes me a little less nervous now.”

Reiji was not sure what she spoke of, though from the way she spoke, she must be a daughter to one of the Demon Lords. Which clan though, he could not say. Reiji new much, but there were still so many things about the Makai’s residents he had to learn. Something he would learn, as he and Shu continued towards their goal.

There was something alluring about her mystery. Form the small conversation they shared, Reiji could tell she was a very learned woman. Her upbringing was proper. She carried herself with grace. It was strange that she did not give her last name to him, though perhaps she was worried her title would be less than his own.

Perhaps it was the moon, but something inside him was compelling him to learn more about her. “You said that Greece is your home? I have not been there is quite some time myself. From what I do remember though, it was quite lovely.”

This seemed to light something inside her, as Calli turned to him in excitement. “Oh it is, personally I believe it to be the most beautiful. Though, my mother might not like me saying that. Our family has lived in many different places, and her favorite has always been in South America.” She covers her mouth slightly, “Forgive me, I got a little excited. I have not been around others too much, outside of my siblings.”

“Ah, I can relate to that.” Reiji says offering her a small chuckle. “It feels like an eternity since I have been able to speak with someone who did not share my blood.” He said this, but it was not entirely true. Rika was someone he spoke to as often as he could, but as late that has not been an option for them.

The two of them stayed out on the balcony for quite some time. It felt easy to speak with Calli, which was strange for Reiji. There were not many that shared his intestate, aside from Rika, but this was different. Calli was like him. She was much older than her appearance, and even though she was kept close to her family, she had years of knowledge. Similar to himself.

Even though it felt like a long time, in truth, the two of them only spoke for a few minutes. Their conversation interrupted by a loud crashing sound from inside. Followed with a voice Reiji recognized all too well. “Ah… it would appear I am needed. It was lovely to meet you, Lady Calli.” Reiji offered her a quick farewell and took his leave.

As he walked through the crowd of guest, something compelled him to look back. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Calli now speaking with a rather large man. This man he could easily identify. That was Ajax, current Head of the Eagle Demons. His body language to the much smaller female was that of someone who cared about her greatly. Perhaps she was his daughter?

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[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Amalia pt.2

For @artsymeeshee​. Thank you so so much for being you and for always brightening up my day! Sorry for the wait, but I hope you like it.

pt.1

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“Dipper, come on! They’re ready!”

The thirteen-year-old boy quickly joined his sister on her bed, lying on their stomach so they could see the laptop comfortably. Yes, they texted their grunkles at least three times a day and constantly sent emails and usually got to have a video call once a week, but that didn't make their interactions any less exciting and enjoyable. Dipper and Mabel’s parents were busy working so the twins had the house to themselves and could talk freely.

The laptop ringed a few times and soon they were graced with two nearly identical faces with distinct differences, both smiling widely at the young teenagers. “Hey there, kiddos!”

“Hi, guys!” Mabel returned, waving and grinning. “Did you get my package, did you, did you, did you?!”

“Yes, I have it right here.” Ford chuckled warmly and placed the package on the dining room table, where the old men were located.

“Well go ahead and open it!” Mabel squealed and Stan used his pocket knife to cut through the tape and they opened the box to find a large, brand new knitted blanket.

“Oh, wow! Mabel, sweetie, this is… wow.” Stan admired with shining eyes as he pulled the blanket out of the box.

“This might be your best work yet, my dear!” Ford complimented as he grazed the yarn with his fingers. “It’s so soft, and how on Earth did you manage to make it so big?”

“Big knitting needles!”

“She used her arms to knit it, like she had it looped around her actual arms.” Dipper answered honestly with a small, proud smile while Mabel blushed furiously.

“That’s very impressive.” Ford said.

“I’ll say! It’s beautiful! I love it!” Stan wrapped it around his shoulders and hummed; he could distantly smell his niece’s shampoo and cheap strawberry perfume. “Thank you, pumpkin.”

“You’re welcome, I just don’t want you guys to be cold or freeze to death up there.”

“Mabel, for the millionth time, I swear we’re fine.” Stan assured, unable to keep the laughter in his throat down.

“I know, but as the professional knitter in the family, it is my sworn duty to ensure you two stay warm and cozy, despite the challenging environment!” She said victoriously with her hand pointing upward, like she was pretending there was a flag behind her or something. “Anywho, what’s new with you guys?”

“Oh, nothing out of the abnormal.” Ford said casually, rocking his hand side-to-side in a painfully casual manner. “Iceland was interesting, we’re planning on heading back up North shortly to make it to Gravity Falls in time for summer, but we have about a month to spend exploring the United Kingdom until we have to start our way back.”

“Great!” Dipper commented. “See anything cool in Iceland? Any mountain trolls?”

“No, no trolls.”

“Although we did see this big smelly guy in a bar that looked half-troll to me.” Stan added in.

“But… we…” Stan gave Ford a dark look, so the eldest twin corrected himself quickly. “I… I did something.”

“Oh boy, did you burn a hole into the counter again, Grunkle Ford?” Mabel guessed.

Ford chuckled warmly and shook his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s… well, I’ll show you, hold on one minute.”

Dipper and Mabel watched one uncle get up and leave while the other held his head and rubbed his temples. “Grunkle Stan, what did he do?” Mabel asked.

“Something a certain pumpkin once did to me and I don’t appreciate it anymore now than I did before.” Stan mumbled.

Ford sat back down next to his twin, resulting in Mabel screaming and then quickly covering her mouth, her eyes wide and shining like stars. Dipper just stared, smiling, but mostly confused at the tiny furry thing on his grunkle’s chest. Ford couldn’t keep the dopey smile off his face as he petted the anomaly’s back and she licked his cleft chin. “This is Amalia.”

“OH MY GOSH, YOU GUYS!” Mabel squealed, making Amalia jump a little and start looking around the boat for whatever was causing the sudden noise. “She’s so cute! I didn’t know you guys were gonna get a pet!”

“Neither did we.” Ford chuckled as Amalia sat on the table, still looking around. “She came aboard in Iceland and never left. She’s quite gentle and well-trained, very well behaved.”

“She’s a cute, furry jerk.” Stan growled.

“Stanley’s just mad at her because she knocked over his favorite mug this morning.”

“Daw, she probably wanted your attention, Grunkle Stan.”

“Well, she has it now.” Stan sneered and pointed his fingers from his eyes to the pet, still curiously on the hunt for the mysterious noise.

“How interesting.” Dipper muttered with a smile. “Do you know what species she is?”

“Not quite sure.” Ford answered. “She has many cat-like behaviors, but obviously she’s more than some exotic breed of a domestic feline. I’ve run a few tests, simply playing games with her to test her intelligence and watching her through the day, but so far nothing too abnormal has come up.”

“Well, as much as she doesn’t look like any breed I know of, she might be a hybrid we’ve never seen before, a mixture of two breeds of cat. I could do some research to see if she resembles any cat breeds.” Dipper pulled out his cellphone while Amalia looked at the scream, her eyes big at the teenagers.

“She’s looking at us, she’s looking at us!” Mabel whispered excitedly. “Hi, Amalia! Hi! I’m gonna knit you a cute sweater, yes I am!” She cooed.

Amalia pawed at the laptop, getting closer to it, and eventually walking on the keys.

“OY! Get off!”

“Stanley, don’t hurt her!”

“She’s gonna…”

And suddenly Dipper and Mabel were faced with a blank screen, making them laugh and quickly send snarky text messages to the old sailors.

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Stan’s eyes slowly opened, lying on his back, and therefore first seeing the ceiling of the bunker of his beloved boat. He was stiff; his whole body was stiff and his eyes were crusty and he wanted to go back to sleep, but his body had had enough of sleep and it was time to leave his bed for the day.

Taking in a sharp breath to brace himself for the pain of first moving his old back, Stan sat up and placed his feet in his slippers. He reached for his glasses, surprised to find a note by them. He slipped on his aid of vision and immediately recognized his brother’s neat cursive writing.

Stanley, We needed a few supplies and I felt like going on a small walk early this morning, so I left you alone to sleep. I’ll be back by lunch. Please look after Amalia while I’m gone. Stanford. 6:18am

Stan swore under his breath. Not only had Sixer probably not slept well, Stan was willing to bet money on it, he was stuck babysitting the stupid animal. Who, by the way, was playing with a fluffy ball on the floor, silently amusing herself and leaving Stan alone. Well, fine then. He could work with that.

The younger twin stood and slipped on his bathrobe over his pajamas, making his way upstairs for coffee and maybe some breakfast. The clock over the stove read two minutes before ten, so coffee should tie him over until lunchtime. Stan filled the machine with a filter and grounds and turned on the pot after filling it with water, but he was disturbed from his work when he heard tiny footsteps and saw Amalia climbing up the steps and walking up to him.

“Whatcha want?” He growled sleepily.

Amalia, of course, didn’t answer, but instead sat next to where Stan stood and rubbed against his bony legs, purring her strange purr; it wasn’t normal like a cat’s but there was no other way to explain the sound she made. Stan snorted.

As the coffee pot filled with the caffeinated breakfast beverage, Stan fished out an apple from the fridge and bit into it. Okay, a small snack would be okay. His eye caught the small stacks of canned tuna Ford had put there, claiming Amalia preferred her fish cold, and he shrugged and decided to go ahead and feed the weird thing so he wouldn’t have to get up from the couch to do it later. At the sound of the can opening the little cat-like beauty sprung up on the table and tapped the surface with her little beanie paws, a bad habit Ford had installed early because “Amalia is too lady-like to eat on the floor,” the aged scientist had cooed as he placed the can on the table and scratched his pet.

Stan rolled his eyes and decided not to fight it. He sat Amalia’s breakfast on the table and she happily indulged in the cold fish while Stan poured himself a mug of coffee. He watched the anomaly eat peacefully, her tiny face almost completely engulfed in the food. The old conman couldn’t help but smile as he sipped his black drink. “You’re quieter than the pig. I’ll give you that.”

Amalia sat up, a bit of damp food on her face, but she licked it off and then began to clean herself by licking her paw and rubbing her face. Stan accidentally found himself watching her as he sipped his coffee, a small smile on his wrinkly face.

Really, the main reason why he was being the bad guy was because someone had to be in this type of situation. Someone had to try to be reasonable, someone had to oppose a potentially bad idea, and with Stan’s tough-guy persona and Ford opting out of being the cold, realistic, mad-scientist in order to be a big marshmallow for a weird cat, Stan was the perfect candidate. With that being said, Stan reminded himself of an incident he was faced with over fifty years ago.

“Stanford, please!”

“Stanley, I’m sorry, but he’s a wild animal. Don't you think he’ll be happier out in nature? And what will Ma and Pa say?”

“They… They don’t have to know…”

“Stanley!”

“Sixer, please! C’mon! I’m begging you! I’ll do anything! Just please don’t rat me out!”

“Whoa, whoa. I’d never tattle on you, I… I won’t tell, but I really think you shouldn’t keep him as a pet.”

It was only a week, but by the time Stan re-introduced the animal as Shanklin the Stab-Possum, Ford’s appreciation for the strange pet was much stronger and he even used him to help free the Jersey Devil. Plus it was easy to keep the possum a secret when they were grounded in their room all summer. Ford never did tattle and he loved that possum almost as much as Stan loved Shanklin. So, okay, if a couple of weird nine-year-olds can have a possum for a pet, then a pair of eccentric old sailors can have an unknown cat for a pet.

Stan left the kitchen-area for the couch and pulled out a newspaper he had snagged yesterday to finish. He opened it with a rustle and sat comfortably, but not long did he feel something join him on his right side and then two little paws land on his leg. Stan lowered his reading material and raised an eyebrow at Amalia, who just looked at him with sparkling eyes. “What?”

Of course the anomaly didn’t answer, but she did climb across his legs for his lap and sat in a curled-up ball for a mid-morning nap. Stan sighed with a smile, scratched her behind the ear, and rescued his reading.

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Three weeks later and the Stan O’ War was harbored at Ipswich, UK. Having traveled through the Irish Sea and around England, the ship was about to head up north, beginning the journey for home. But Mabel had given the twins another city to be in for another package, and so with Amalia in Ford’s hoodie and Stan holding two bags of groceries, they stopped by the post office and picked up their mail.

Cushioned in a new baby-blanket for Amalia were two small sweaters just perfect for the little anomaly. One was purple with a golden six-fingered hand and a golden crescent with each symbol having an ‘s added to it, and beneath all of this the word “pet” was stitched on in colorful letters. The second one was fluffy white with a baby-blue paw-print on it, each sweater big enough to not squeeze Amalia and with the designs on her back so the humans could see them easily.

While Amalia was never shivering or actively cold, Ford ignored Stan’s laugh-filled orders not to torture their pet and the fluffy-haired twin had Amalia try on the white sweater, who loved it so much she refused to let Ford take it off of her for a few hours. Stan, of course, had to end a picture to their niece, who may or may not have cried at the sight and at the caption her uncle sent it with, “Amalia loves Auntie Mabel’s sweaters.”

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Before the Dawn AU - Sephiroth (long post)

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Basic AU Info from Profile:

Sephiroth is the only one of his kind--many a Dryad there have been, and some birthed forth from his home land, but none like him. He himself is bound to the Mother Crystal found within the Great Woods in the Forgotten City. For many years, he believed himself a pure being, created to protect his Mother and all that was pure and good that she created or reigned over in the City and at its edges. He knew she hated the weak, the powerless, just as much as she hated those greedy with power and arrogant with toxic ego. And so he hated them as well. For why would he not, if mother did? He protected the City, and roamed within it. But when the day came that a dark Vampire came strolling through, intent on clawing out one of the mothers resting within the crystal (as the form of two women seemed to rest within the great large crystals core), something in him changed. By nature and nurture, he was intent on fighting this Vampire off, but he spewed nonsense about being his true creator, and that his Mothers were useless and greedy wenches. Argument and battle ensued, and what few friends Sephiroth may have gained from the very small population of beings and descendants of Ancients (the original elvenesque people of the Forgotten City and keepers of the crystals and the pure energy of the woods), they tried to aid him, to reason with him. But this Vampire, Hojo, seemed to tear assunder the very fabric of the life the Dryad had lived--He tore too deep into the crystal, and into Sephiroth’s own belief of his existence, and both made Sephiroth susceptible to control….from the very one he trusted most, his great mother Jenova, who’s power had finally been freed enough by the damage to the crystal to reach him. From then on out, she used him like her very tool of will. A great many inhabitants of the City died at his hand, as holy fire wrought throughout it, only a few fae and ancient descendants escaping, seemingly by Sephiroths failure to seize them… Jenova would seek to continue using him as her own puppet, building his power, his strength, twisting him into a possible vessel if she could ever have him free her from the crystal without absolutely destroying it. But Jenova wasn’t the only one in the crystal--no, when Sephiroth was to be made, by Hojo and his mate, Lucrecia, using a shart of Jenova’s crystal, conflict grew between them all, jenova influencing them without their know, breeding Hojo’s greed further, and Lucrecia’s love for those innocents who did not deserve his cruel actions (both the vampire pawn Hojo intended to create, and the back up they saw their claimed son would be). During a confrontation, Lucrecia was stabbed by the shard, which Hojo still used, thinking the ordeal only gave it more power, unknowing of the fact that it had corrupted his mate. Throughout their time developing Sephiroth, she found herself twisted between a cruel darkness akin to Hojo’s, and her true heart shining through. She was almost consumed by that darkness, but escaped with what seemed to be a crystalized egg, holding a small toddler within, and she begged Jenova to make it right, to forgive her her sins in what she’d done to the crystal, and help her give Sephiroth a chance to live. Jenova took advantage of this plea, took Lucrecia into her crystal under the pretense it would prevent her corruption, which it did, but it also locked her away, and she took advantage of having her. Sephiroth was made a monster, by a corrupted Ancient locked away in the Great Crystal, meant to lock and purify her, but it could only bind her for so long. He was a nightmare upon the world, making victims of many beings, from werewolves, to vampires, to demons, to fae, to humans. It mattered not, so long as Jenova saw weakness that needed to be snuffed out. It seemed as if he would either end the world, or have to end himself. It was by the will of warriors that he was finally stopped, and the faint influence of the mother who sacrificed herself for his best chest, Lucrecia, that he found his end….and began again. He returned to the Forgotten City, forging from it’s waters anew, stronger, and wiser, and wearing his crimes and cruelty and truth like a weight upon his shoulders. He now wanders the world looking to purify crystals by a ritual taught to him by a tender ancient decadent girl from before his wreckage upon the City--he wanted to ensure Jenova’s reach would not continue, that she would be removed, never to harm anyone again (unbeknownst to him, his rebirth after defeat at the hands of a specific warrior would produce Jenova’s last attempt at presence, a Water Nymph in their combined visage). He is seen as a monster by most, and does not deny it, but he carries on, to make the world better from the damage he did to it. His natural form involves pale skin, very little clothing if any, minor horns sprouting backward from his bangs, discoloration of the skin around his, elongated nails, markings upon his skin that look like tattoos made to look like cracks in his skin, a few embedded crystals in certain patterns here and there over his upper body. He also has a feral form which involves glowing eyes, discoloured, iridescent skin, crystal embedded horns as opposed to his normal horns that look similar to dull and half dead branches of the trees of the Great Forest of the Forgotten City, a wing of Crystal and light, and slightly increased size. (timeline of his story is dependent entirely on what we as rp partners decide).

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Name: Sephiroth, the Crystal Dryad, the Silver Fae, the Fae Curse.

Species: Crystal Dryad, only one of a species never seen before him. (Much like a Dryad of the forests and its soul tree, but he is bound to a Great Crystal of the old Ancients culture).

Role/Profession/Job: Originally protector of the Forgotten City of the Ancients, and indirect Knight of the Mother Crystal. Then, the will and hand of Corrupt Jenova bound in Crystal, he became a curse upon all. Now, he wanders alone to mend the world, to help it heal from the damage he caused. 

Age: 30′s

Nature: As a Dryad, he is drawn to protect, care for, and stay near his connection source, and so he was very much a proud dweller of the Forgotten City and it’s forest. He mingled within the trees and smaller crystals, explored, tended to nature, and took down harmful beasts sent to taint the land. He was a peaceful being, but as he got older, he got restless and more protective, more intense, more closed off. He secluded himself. And then all connection and concern was twisted up and locked away inside him as intense loyalty turned into corrupt loyalty, leading him to harm others and lands beyond. But, his true nature is explorative, curious, intense and valiant, willing to fight as much as he is willing to stand by.

Personality: Curious, loyal, restraint with his empathy but yearning to reach it out to more in the world. He is a being seeking experiences but bound by loyalty for much of his life, and so he resigns himself to that existence and how it requires him to be, personally. But he begins to loose his free will, and control, and seemingly all chance at a free life to experience a great many things. In the throws of Jenova’s worst influence, he is cruel, angry, and seeking what he feels is vengeance and righteous cleansing. But it is not what he truly feels nor how he wished to live. When freedom comes once again, he finds himself experiencing the world with the weight of his crimes on his shoulders.  

History: Unknown to him for a great many years, and still a bit of a mystery in the present, he was the result of a cultist covens experiments and their desires to make a powerful supernatural being under their will. It was a failure, of course, as they delved too deep into their desperation and used the power of a cruel locked soul to aid their work. Through the greedy pride of Hojo, the conflicted coerced efforts of Lucrecia, and the cells of another experiment as well as the cells of the crystal mother, a new being was forged. His crystal cocoon holding his toddler sized, beginning form was carried forth to Jenova by Lucrecia, who begged for salvation for her son. His formative years was full of wonder and pride and appreciation of his land, respect and bonding with the locals within the town, and curiosity of what was beyond. He always found himself coming back to rest at the foot of the Mother crystal, where he felt at home, cradled, watched over by Mother Jenova, glowing and beautiful, and Mother Lucrecia, gentle and soft. His teen and adult years grew with troubles and problems, and more responsibilities, but he sought to do right by all. But, without his awareness and willingness, he felt that desire shrinking and narrowing, and slowly the world seemed to become toxic, the cruelties endless and festering, and he found himself haunted by visions of a doomed, decaying future. And he found himself followed Mother Jenova’s pleas for him to cleanse lands of the cruelty waiting to ruin the world. His bloodshed began in his home, the Forgotten City, but it stretched beyond, for only a few years, before a few warriors and one in particular stood against him, breaking through some part of him (or was it the influence of Mother Lucrecia, or both?), and taking him down, freeing him from the fate of being a dark hand any longer. By will of the mother that loved him truly, he found himself reborn for a second chance, and so he has taken it, to make amends and find where he once was again.

Powers/Abilities:

Energy influence over some nature and weather. The darkness or light of his influence is dependent on his state of mind.

Crystal energy connection, manipulation, energy flow.

Crystal influence as a part of him, meaning he naturally influences shards as a part of himself, and sometimes they can grow into sort of guards or simple crystal sources embedded in his skin.

Super speed, strength, extra senses especially connected to the awareness of the planet.

Energy warping for various purposes, from light display, to energizing, to healing, to blasts or shields.

Feral Form Powers; specific attacks linked to his claws, increased crystalizing, flight due to the wing upon his back made of crystals and energy, stronger levels of all other influences, can tap into the energy of the planets crystals for devestating power, if he so chooses.

Fae magic and Ancient magic spells and treatments.

[philosof1e]

Mermaids: In Theory

The scenario that a group of humans have evolved to aquatic creatures, has always been fascinating to some. While the first [known] mermaid tales appeared around 1000 B.C., the topic has been interpreted many times over in the form of literature, paintings, oral tales, etc. But there is one very specific reason for these creatures belonging to myth, and that is what I will explain bellow.

The possibility of these creatures existing, wherever, is scientifically possible.  If we choose to believe in God, magic, or whatever else, it also is possible. After all, God supposedly made woman from the rib of man, so who’s to say if he sexually coerced man and fish to breed, and whipped up a whole new species from man’s severed head?

But this piece is written with a single postulate which is: refer to science.

Without further ado, let’s talk about mermaids.

Okay, so for starters, they would have no hair; it is pretty much useless to have underwater (it would get in your eyes, increase friction, and so on). Most marine mammals depend on what’s called blubber layer, with the small exception of otters (’cause they are bad bitches who just don’t care) who have a thick water-resistant fur for insulation, and probably some other marine mammals I can’t think of right now. Of course, there also is the exception of sexual selection, but either way, blubber layer or smooth-as-shit skin, they would look pretty stupid, yea?

A chemical change would probably take place; our human skin would no longer react poorly to being in water for an extended period of time, no scales. However, I imagine humans would not somehow develop gills, in order to breathe under water. If anything, we would probably be like all other marine mammals; breathing air through our lungs.

They would swim like cetaceans due to the way our hips move and so our centerbody and legs would grow stronger to prioritize swimming.

However, their arms as well as their shoulders would become shorter and more vestigial. Mostly to decrease friction, but also, there really is no reason to have long stupid looking arms when aquatic, unless of course you expect to eat with a knife and fork and not just go with the flow and munch seaweed and herring.

Hate to say it, but there are no necks underwater. Your head would just kind of melt into your body; once again, to decrease resistance.

Their legs will probably change length to adapt to be a better swimmer. 

Humans really aren’t designed to swim but the most efficient way to do it would be horizontally, but then our eyes would point downwards and there really is no need to roam oceans only to look at stupid sand. It would mean we would not be able to see predators and other ocean shit, so it is with all regret that I deduce our eyes would move upward so that it would be possible to look in the direction we’re swimming, ‘cause, you know, you can’t just turn your head ‘cause no neck ed. Also they would likely move further from each other given us a better angle.

Also, while we’re at the leg-subject, it is unclear whether our legs would fuse together to a tail. Perhaps it would be our back growing longer, and legs shrinking ‘cause let me tell you we will not have evolved as a species only to walk on the ocean floor. There’s really no need. It would take a long time to, literally, grow a spine (hah) so that we could use it for swimming, as opposed to flapping our comically short leg(s).

And last but not least: sorry, but there will be no breathing underwater. Gills belong to fish, not mammals, and even if we were to turn into fish at some very, very, very distant point in the future, it would be long after you yourself get these gills, and who has that kind of patience tbh.

But if you insist on “breathing” underwater, I suggest you look into the Aquaman Crystal. Not to flex, but it’s pretty cool.

[noblecne]

╚»★ :  INFORMATION ABOUT NEPHILIM’S

The main titles are: Nephil, Half-Breeds, True Abomination (By Angels & Demons) Species: Human-Angel-Hybrid, Human-Demon-Hybrid 

They aren’t akin to the Nephalem, which is of an offspring of both Angel and a Demon, but they can also be an Angel/Demon that possesses demonic/angelic powers.

Characteristics: Nephilim have glowing eyes like an angel, although their glow is somewhat dim and grayish in color as opposed to the bright white or bluish-white glow of regular angels. A Nephilim’s eye color is also related to the angel who sired them; Micheal's eyes are azure, his Nephilim child’s eyes are blue.

They (Nephilim’s) are stated to have been quite destructive with their powers, often causing them to be a forbidden by the oldest laws of Heaven. As a result, they are considered as unholy beings and abominations. A mother pregnant with  Nephilim can ignite a bible upon physical contact. A human mother will always be fatal to to give birth to one.

Theoretically, removing a Nephilim’s grace will turn them into a normal human, as removing the grace of an angel would turn them, effectively, human. While their grace is an angel’s source of power, a Nephilim has their parents Grace mixed with a human soul causing them to be superior to angels in terms of power. The Nephilim will eventually become more powerful than the angel that sired them.

Due to their human souls, Nephilim, at least when their Grace has been removed, can go to a human afterlife such as Heaven or Hell. In Heaven they are able to sense the true nature of the realm around them and can leave their own personal Heavens and travel to other Heavens that they choose.

Biology: Like their parent races, Nephilim are biological lifeforms not unlike many other creatures in the universe. However, their divine parentage does afford the Nephilim powers beyond anything a normal being is capable of, and the irony of carrying both holy and unholy energy within themselves is an intrinsic part of their existence.

Powers & Abilities: The power level of a Nephilim depends on how strong their angelic parent is. Nephilim lore states that by full power, they will be stronger than at least their angelic parent.

Astral Perception - A Nephilim can perceive the true form of angels, such as perceiving their halos.

Super Strength - Their angelic ancestry endows Nephilim with enhanced strength sufficient to overpower and even toss common angels around.

Longevity - Nephilim have a slower aging process and while they will die eventually, can live up to five hundred years, although most of them never make it far considering how often they’re hunted. Some can be ageless if they are born to a more powerful angel. 

Omnilingualism - They possess the ability to innately speak, write, understand and communicate any language they’ve never heard before, sign language, illegible words, and backwards speech and writing. They could even communicate with animals or read body language.

Superhuman Combat - They can even achieve natural proficiency with all kinds of weaponry and combatant styles without the need of special or long-term education.

Precognition - They have the supernatural ability to experience simple or prophetic visions of the future. At first, they are merely capable of experiencing vague dreams of the future while asleep. While in their waking state; they experience vivid premonitions, either through physical contact with a person. They also gain an acute intuitive insight; meaning their able to sense the immediate actions of people and things in their current location. They can also use this ability to fight and sense their opponents attacks and movements, making them deadly fighters.

Clairvoyance - Nephilim possess supernatural senses that allow them to percive things that humans cannot. They can see invisible beings, they can see demons in their true forms even while said demons are in a human disguise or possessing a vessel, and they can see through dimensional barriers.

Perspicuity - Psychic abilities cannot penetrate the Nephilim. Not even illusions, mind control, and the energy-draining abilities of supernatural beings work against the Nephilim.

Superhuman Speed + Superhuman Agility - Nephilim are said to be faster than any non-supernatural creature and can run at an extremely high speed. Nephilim’s agility, balance, and bodily coordination are all enhanced to levels that are equal to, or in most cases beyond, the natural physical limits of even a Olympic athlete. They can also easily preform any complicated sequence of gymnastics stunts such as flips, rolls, and springs at speeds and angles that would be highly difficult or impossible for a ordinary human.

Healing Factor - Are able to fully heal and recover from injuries such as gunshots, broken bones, burns, bite wounds, damaged or missing limbs, and torso impalement. The speed of regeneration is usually dependent on how severe their injury is. Standard cuts and wounds tend to heal very fast, while larger wounds can take a few minutes. Nephilim are immune to most poisons and drugs, and their accelerated metabolism allows them to stay near perfect shape with only light exercise. Their increased metabolism has the side-effect of dramatically increasing their appetite. This also makes it extremely difficult for them to become intoxicated from alcohol.

Flight - Nephilim have the potential to fly, they just have to learn how to. When a Nephilim learns how they can fly anywhere instantly. 

Sacred Blood - As beings of angelic descent, the blood that courses through their veins is blessed with the essence of the divine. Their blood is sacred, and is delectable and intoxicating to vampires, or other blood thirsty creatures. As such, any that would feed off the Nephilim or worse, commit the basest sin of Amaranth, find that they are punished for their transgression, as the blood burns through their vile, damned bodies. Nephilim can also use their blood to heal others by transfusing it with their own blood. It can also be used to restore a deceased human back to life. They also use their blood to mix it in weapons to use against supernatural beings; such as filling bullets with their blood. The angelic blood both adds to their beauty and caused the gentle golden glow that appears when they are in the best of moods.

Heavenly Elemental Manipulation - All Nephilim, no matter what type of angel their parent is, can manipulate holy elements. They can summon it within their hands or create constructs of that divine elements. This ability allows for Nephilim to use holy elements without the limitations and weaknesses of normal elemental manipulation and because of this power has healing and anti-demon properties.

Angelic Wrath - When a Nephilim is furious, their power becomes unstable. Since a major aspect of their strength comes from their rage, this could give them a advantage over deities. However, it’s a double edge sword that leaves the Nephilim blacked out once that power is far beyond their control.

Absolute Existence - A Nephilim is immune to the laws of the Natural Order except for only one existing Nephilim can exist at a time and they're infertile. The can exist out of creation and travel into another alternate universe without the laws or rules of the universe affecting their memory or powers and abilities, altering them to match their alternate counterparts like other individuals.

 Creation - A Nephilim holds the power to create, which is much more difficult then destroying. A Nephilim's power of creation is equal to that of a Primordial Entity.

Destruction - A Nephilim hold the power to destroy and by that definition it means to erase any object or being from existence. A full power, when the Nephilim erases something, it can erase that thing to the point of non one even remember it existed in the first place and the only beings who can remember are Primordial Entities, other Nephilims, and Arch-Nephilims. If a Nephilim carelessly uses this power, they can run the risk of erasing everything of creation. 

Omnifarious - A Nephilim has shape-shifting powers at such high degree that they can alter their appearance down into segments and take on the form of any individual in creation. 

Shape-Shifting - A Nephilim can later it's appearance into anyone without limit. A Nephilim can appear human but they are also capable of having a true visage like angels, but unlike an angel that can harm those who cannot handle their true visage, anyone can perceive a Nephilim's true form. 

Weaknesses

Mortality - Nephilim are still half-human, possess human-like souls, and still experience human weakness. They’re stronger than any other being, except angels, who can mostly overpower them with their might, unless the Nephilim is the offspring of a significant angel, such as an angel of the first sphere (Thrones, Cherubim and Seraphim).

Heaven’s Enmity - Angels and God regard the Nephilim as the worst kind of abomination, more detestable than even demons. An angel will always react negatively to a Nephilim, and will always interpret the Nephilim’s words and actions in the worst possible light. Only a direct order from the deity they serve will ever cause an angel to aid a Nephilim in any way. Nephilim can not benefit from healing or other miracles from angels.

Angelic Wrath - When a Nephilim is furious, their power becomes unstable. Since a major aspect of their strength comes from their rage, this could give them an advantage, or a disadvantage. Leaving the Nephilim blacked out once that power is far beyond their control.

Hunted - Nephilim are viewed as a disgrace and a complete mistake to every normal angel, making them a prime subject for hunting. There are entire choirs of angels dedicated to the extermination of Nephilim.

Magic - Nephilim are still mortal and are, as such, still vulnerable to the workings of magic in all its forms. Witches are able to give supernatural aneurysms that cause the blood vessels of Nephilim to explode, and extremely powerful Witches can even overpower them effortlessly. Black magic has an adverse effect on them, and they’re able to be trapped inside of an pentagram or magic circle which weakens their powers to a point where they’re no stronger than a normal human.

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fate — prologue

werewolf!au || Kim Jongin x Reader [side Oh Sehun x Reader] || mature themes, fluff, angst, violence, supernatural || mentions of suicide, character death || 1.4k summary: Life doesn’t give you everything, not without a price. You’ve been accepted into a good family with your mate’s pack after being a prisoner in your own home but Jongin, your mate, is not ready to accept a half breed as his mate - or so he keeps telling you. author’s note: this story is the idea and creation of @aala-13jellychocolate, I am merely ghostwriting/giving it life. All credit goes to her as I am simply helping her bring her story to life. (this is also why the layout looks different to differentiate from my own work) chapter one

There was a time where werewolves were unbeatable, united and powerful against all their enemies. They struck fear into the hearts of those who opposed them and for years, nothing could defeat them. They were governed by a council, the Wergov, they made sure that wolves worked together in order to make sure they were the superior species; though, this way of life is only sustainable for a short period of time.

You can never expect any being with any amount of power to not crave more, to not be their own downfall.

Wolves grew hungry for more power, craved the violence and destruction that came with taking that power. A wolf’s nature is primal, instinctive; they are predators, killers, and when you add the human component to their DNA - they are greedy.

As generations passed, the wolves became too powerful for their own good. Those that were once fearful, grew vengeful and learned to exploit the weaknesses that the werewolves, the oppressors, had. This created a paradigm shift, a change in power and after nearly a thousand years of ruling over humans, the wolves lost everything. Thousands were killed, forced into hiding and all the power they had meant nothing when those they once terrorised took back their will to survive and fight.

The Wergov, the ones who first grew mad with power, realised the destruction of their people was because of their blind ignorance and reliance on the power they once had. With one call, werewolves went into hiding, running away from the lives they once lived because they were now the hunted, no longer the hunters. Rules and laws were placed to ensure their survival but these rules were only applied to those who weren’t a part of the Wergov, these wolves lived by their own rules - not learning from the mistakes of their forefathers.

In order for wolves to blend in and survive, interacting with humans was no longer illegal. They are no longer the superior species, merely stronger but as humans grew smarter, they needed to adapt to ensure they weren’t erased from existence. For years, many wolves were still bitter towards humans, resentment making it difficult for some to coexist in the growing human world, but some noticed a change around some humans that soon spread throughout the packs. A mate bond, something that caused some wolves to turn against their own packs, allowed them to move past that hatred. Ingrained so deeply into their soul, they would never be able to able to live without their mate; the bond an adaptation over the years to ensure their survival, something stronger than what wolves of the past would have ever considered to be love because their mate, whether wolf or human, was the only being they would ever need.

This was never a problem until one fateful day that changed the future of one bloodline forever.

Wolves are meant to marry another wolf if they do not find their mate or someone to be with by the time they are 25, this became a law to make sure that the wolf bloodlines never died; if a wolf couldn’t find their mate or a partner then they were paired with another single wolf. For Sapphire, the daughter of an esteemed Wergov member, marrying Jaehyun was a dream come true; there was no bond, nothing between them other than the courting period before the wedding but she was over the moon to be with a strong beta of a well known pack.

Until he found his mate, a week before the wedding.

Jihyun was a nobody, a traveller heading towards her village while Jaehyun and Sapphire were browsing through the market. Their love story was shattered within seconds, Jaehyun having caught her scent on the wind and leaving his betrothed to be with his mate; nothing could stop him from following something that was buried deep within his soul - not even Sapphire’s cries for his return.

He never returned, the moment he found Jihyun, he never left her side and planned to head back to her village with her. When Sapphire’s father found this out, this outraged him but there was nothing he could do, a mate is a mate and a wolf shouldn’t meddle in such a thing but his mind was changed tragically when Sapphire took her own life a few months later. Unable to live alone, a burden to her family and broken hearted to have a man she was falling in love with so easily ripped from her grasp, Sapphire decided that this was the only way because she felt there was no hope for her now - she was growing older and no one would have an old wolf as a wife.

This changed her father’s mind, the minds of the Wergov; how dare a human be the death of a Wergov family member, how dare some human feel she has any right to take what was promised to another wolf. It took some time but they managed to hunt the couple down, dragging Jihyun back by her hair while Jaehyun was muzzled and chained; the human was to stand trial for the death of a wolf even when it wasn’t her own fault.

No matter how much they argue, begged for there to be some mercy, the Wergov were set in their hatred for humans and this was a way for them to be able to take back an ounce of the power they once held.

She begged while he screamed, pleading for their lives but the Wergov did not care, this was revenge and they would have theirs.

As the couple were burned together, their screams being heard as far as a wolf could hear, two witches pick up a young child who sits alone in the bordering forest. The wee babe crying as it hears the screams of its parents.

This was the beginning of the end to the Wergov, the final nail in the coffin of ego, greed, cruelty that was the Wergov; the witches working their magic, lacing the babe’s blood with ancient magic, they promised, prophesied, that their bloodline would be the downfall of the Wergov. That one day, their very bloodline will be the only thing that the cruel Wergov will fear and with a kiss on the forehead to seal the fate of the future, the witches whisked the child away into the dead of night.

Your father was overly impressed when Junmyeon stood in his doorway with a handsome, tall, tanned man standing behind him. You, his half breed daughter who can’t shift, was the mate to a beta of a well respected pack; this was like Christmas coming early to your father and you felt more than relieved to know that you were finally leaving the home you were prisoner in.

Your father was a part of the Wergov, you were his illegitimate daughter; a stain on his pride when the nurse called him to announce that your mother had died during childbirth and he was left with a half breed. He loved you, you wouldn’t be alive if he didn’t but he terrified you. You couldn’t change, basically human, and so he was always disappointed in you; you were obedient and a good daughter but your existence made him a laughing stock at work.

Somehow, while with him at a pack meeting, you had attracted your mate. Pure coincidence as usually Junmyeon brings his other beta, Minseok, but this time, Jongin was in attendance - which is why they are on your doorstep and discussing how soon you can move from the only place you’ve known to Junmyeon’s place.

Your father eagerly sent you away, making sure you took every last thing that you had, removing every last trace of you from his home. Jongin watched with glaring eyes, he may not be particularly happy that his mate is a half breed but it’s Junmyeon’s rule that you go back with him – even if he would have preferred to pretend you didn’t exist. He may not be particularly happy that you’re a half breed, and going against everything he was raised to believe but his natural instinct to defend you sits heavy in his chest as he listens to how your father degrades you.

Though, he doesn’t say a word.

You can tell he’s unhappy about this, you can sense it in his eyes but hope is already blossoming in your heart that you will have a better life. Your mate, Jongin, is more attractive than you could have ever imagined; his almond-shaped eyes, deep chocolate brown and burning with a silent anger, his soft dark brown hair hung in his eyes as he stood staring with his arms crossed over his chest. You were too enamoured by how he was the most beautiful wolf you had ever seen to realise that your life was about to change more dramatically than you know.

You don’t even know whether its for better or worse.

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All about the Gelato near me

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punkamena-moon submitted:

Here are the things I have written down for now

(It's me , snom-imagines mod )

Katalix > normal type

Ability : Unlucky

Raises the probability of the pokemon getting a status condition

Littrik> electric/steel type ( evolve from Katalix if its paralyzed when leveling up)

New Pokemon type idea ?? Maybe

Digital

Weak against

- water

( Because uh yeah have you ever tried throwing your computer into a bathtub ? Not really a good idea)

- fire ( computers and phones etc can overheat)

- bug ( get it ?? Because bugs ? As in digital bugs ? Like glitches ?)

Strong against :

Ghost ( basically because digital means phones which means more informations which means ghosts become less scary because we know they're not real )

Fairy ( same with ghost, more informations means fairies become suddenly just tales )

Immune to Plant ( have you ever tried charging your phone using a tree ? Didn't really work, uh ? So yeah Plant type pokemon can't even touch Digital )

Normal damage against everything else

Also new status condition idea : Hacked

When hit by a digital type move, a Pokemon can get this status

When it does, it won't have control of its moves (= if the opposing pokemon has this status condition, when it's the enemy pokemon turn you get to decide what move it uses )

until it's either healed from the status effect

or faint. A Pokemon can not recover from this status condition on its own

I don't have the resources or anything to make a fangame but

I can and will make a fanfic

And basically in this region

The MC doesn't get their first pokemon legally,, they straight up steal it

So let's just say their pokemon doesn't like them at first

But luckily for them they have a device that allows them to speak to pokemon, made by their friend not long before that

so they quickly explain they had to get a Pokemon somehow because everything is getting dangerous and they need someone to protect them and they tell the Pokemon that they hope it can understand them

the whole reason everything is becoming a danger in the first place is that people started saying breeding pokemon excessively was pokemon abuse and then there were the people saying that pokemon were just pokemon and that pokemon didn't have feelings

So breeding pokemon kinda became more restricted and now people have to have a license to breed pokemon and they can't make their pokemon lay more than 5 eggs every month

so people are getting mad because they feel like their freedom is being taken away, and at the same time other people are saying they shouldn't have done what they did in the first place

so the Liberty to Breed Acadamy ( or LBA ) says that breeding pokemon is harmless and they're just trying to get good pokemon anyways

To which the PRA ( Pokemon Rights Activists) reply that : " it hurt the Pokemon to breed them again and again because it makes the Pokemon feel like they have no other purpose

Because yes, while breeding is essential to the survival of a specie, Pokemon are born to fight

Some people would disagree, but then why do wild pokemon also fight together ? Because they know they need to grow

Fighting is essential to the majority of Pokemon

And when a trainer makes their pokemon battle, within limits and care , they're helping it grow, they're helping it change , and they bond with it as well

But breeding doesn't do any of that

A Pokemon doesn't get anything from laying eggs

It doesn't get stronger

It doesn't get better in any way

It doesn't bond with anyone "

They also add that most of the times the breeders don't even let their pokemon see the newly hatched pokemon and that can hurt a Pokemon a lot emotionally because you're basically forcing it to breed then you don't even let it see its babies

So MC is confused and scared because they don't know what to do and they just want everything to go back to normal

They're just here with their pokemon wondering how to fix this mess

A lot of the pokemon MC will get are pokemon that ran away from their old trainers

There's also a lot of abandoned pokemon in the wild, most who grew with humans and never lived in the wild in their lives

Also the main character's dad is an outlaw because he breed pokemon even tho he doesn't have a license

And MC is against that

So they're like

Not on the same side

So MC had to ran away from home

At only 14 years old

Okay the region pokemon professor is called Prof Hickory

He's 23 so still really young

He has dyed hair that faded from blue at the top the pink at the bottom

He always wear sunglasses when he's not alone so people rarely get to see his eyes

Almost nobody knows that his eyes are brown and they shine like gold in the light when he's not wearing sunglasses

Aside from his white coat he wears pretty simple clothes : just a pinkish red t-shirt and black pants. But

He studies how Pokemon made humanity into what it is today, like he studies big event histories that Pokemon had important roles in, how society shaped itself around the big thing that is pokemon training and just living with pokemon in general

The region name is Mirsos

> extremely modern and full of technology

> Also why Digital type Pokemon only exist in Mirsos in the first place

> like most of the regions Mirsos has Pokemon Gyms and a Elite 4 but all of that went to ashes after the " pokemon breeding incident"

> There 0 pokemon from other regions in Mirsos

> Even the Region Champion, Florian, doesn't know what to do about this whole situation

Florian :

29, blonde hair tied in a ponytail , black eyes, wear a white bandana, use mostly ice type pokemon, always wearing a big black sweater with the face of his favorite Pokemon, wears ripped white jeans and black and white sneakers, has gold earrings shaped like clouds

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YO I LOVE THIS??

gives me a bit of a Pokemon Reborn vibe with the more serious/darker tone

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Pokémon Sword and Shield: A Franchise Turning Point

The Pokémon franchise has been around for over 20 years, and in that time it has proven to be more than a passing fad and has carved out a massive multi-media empire. Outside of some rare spinoffs like the Pokémon Stadium games or the likes of Colosseum or Pokken Tournament, the series has stayed primarily on handheld consoles. For years fans dreamed of what a true, mainline Pokémon game could be like on a home console. During E3 2017 when Game Freak announced that such a title was in development for Switch, people got excited. The resulted games, Let’s Go Pikachu and Eevee were not quite the main leap people expected, instead being a strange hybrid of Pokémon GO and remakes of Pokémon Yellow. However, the announcement that a true new generation of Pokémon would hit the Switch in 2019 reignited that hype. While at first excitement was high, over time a dark cloud hung over the titles, Pokémon Sword and Shield. Controversies erupted over the announcement that not every little critter would be featured or transferable to the game, and as time went on any new announcement was met with pushback. Everything from visuals to new features was criticized all the way up to launch day. Now that Sword and Shield are in players’ hands, at the end of the day…how did it all turn out?

A WHOLE NEW WORLD

This time around, trainers embark across the Galar region, basically the Pokémon equivalent to the UK. I do like Galar as a setting; it has a ton of character, with probably the most interesting aspect to it that Pokémon battles are treated as a major spectator sport. If you want to join in the Gym Challenge, you need a sponsor, and your Gym battles take place in massive stadiums filled to the brim with roaring fans. It’s an interesting deviation from past games, even if the basic formula is about the same. The characters within Galar also have a fair amount of charm from your main rivals to the Gym Leaders, to the undefeated Champion. A lot of people give Hop, your main rival, a lot of flak, but I found he had a lot of hidden depth to him and he has a satisfying arc as the story goes on. As he loses to you again and again, he doubts himself and subsequent battles have him throwing in random Pokémon and strangely his signature partner, the adorable Wooloo, is absent. Once he gets his act together, however, he forms a pretty balanced team, and Wooloo’s back front-and-center. It was a neat moment of character growth shown off through gameplay. As far as Champions go, Leon has a lot more presence throughout the game than a lot of past Champions. His flair, his awful fashion sense, his inability to follow directions…it all made him a bit more endearing. Most of the Gym Leaders are pretty much just there as stepping stones, but they all are fairly memorable either for designs or flashes of personality. It helps that everyone gives you neato trading cards too!

Galar’s main claim-to-fame is the Wild Area, a huge collection of different biomes located smack in the middle of the map. It has far and away the largest collection of Pokémon within, with different monsters appearing depending on the weather or time of day. It’s a place you’ll be returning to time and time again, and it made a big impact. It’s the only area in the game with a controllable camera, for one, and rather than follow a linear balance curve, the Pokémon you encounter in the Wild Area are often far too strong to handle. You’re even forbidden from catching Pokémon if you lack a certain number of Gym Badges, so the place is full of Pokémon you can only really admire from afar until you’re “worthy” of getting them.

Take the Wild Area away though, and Galar feels pretty small. With only ten Routes in the game, Galar is among the smaller regions. Most Routes are very straightforward, not many branching paths or hidden goodies, and there isn’t any neat new areas opened up after beating the game either. The Wild Area, from a franchise standpoint at least, is pretty impressive, but looking at the game on the whole it feels a little lacking. That’s not to say Sword and Shield don’t bring in new mechanics to mess around with, but whether they make up for what’s been taken away is going to vary with people.

GO BIG OR GO HOME

Since the games went 3D, each region tends to have its own core “gimmick” to differentiate it with older titles. X and Y had Mega Evolution, Sun and Moon had Z-Moves and for Sword and Shield we have Dynamax. Something in the air in Galar can allow Pokémon to grow to colossal size for a short time, granting them extremely powerful Max Moves for its duration. While Dynamaxing seems cool at first, the spectacle kinda wears off after your first few uses of it (not to mention the animation lasts forever), and upon further inspection it’s not as great of an upgrade as you’d think. For one, a Dynamaxed Pokémon only gets a health increase, and all other stats stay the same. Abilities and their elemental types stay the same too, so it’s not a game-changer like Mega Evolution was and it really has more in common with Z-Moves. The Max Moves can be nice, as they’re usually a good deal more powerful when it comes to raw damage, and can come with nice side-effects, but it’s kinda inconsistent. The stronger Fighting-type moves actually become weaker as Max Moves, for one. On top of the base Dynamax ability, some Pokémon can use “Gigantamaxing” instead. This changes their look overall and grants them a unique G-Max Move, though considering how hard they can be to acquire I’m not sure it’s all that satisfying. It doesn’t help that rather than having a certain species of Pokémon capable of Gigantamaxing, it comes down to unique Pokémon themselves that have the trait and it can’t be passed down through breeding either. Overall, Dynamaxing has its uses but I highly doubt it’ll become a staple of the series and will likely be replaced with something else for the Generation 9 games, and I can’t say I’ll miss the mechanic much.

One big addition to the series is Max Raid Battles, found in dens littered all over the Wild Area. Teaming up with up to three other players, locally or online (or team up with awful CPUs if alone), your goal is to take out a permanently Dynamaxed Pokémon. You get a limited amount of turns and if you suffer more than four knockouts, the Raid will end in failure. Victory, however, enables you to get rare and powerful Pokémon, some even coming with really great stats and difficult-to-obtain Abilities, and it’s practically the only way to get Gigantamax Pokémon. The difficulty of the Raids increases as you progress through the game, however, and the Five Star Raids can be brutal. The rewards are great though, getting a lot of extra loot. Bonus moves to teach Pokémon, EXP candies that eliminate a lot of grinding, and more, even if the capture attempt fails. The one real issue with Raids is that some Pokémon can be pretty stingy with appearing in Raids, and you’ll have to use somewhat rare items, Wishing Pieces, to kick some Raids off. There are also the occasional connection issues, but I have more to say on that later.

Outside of these new features, there are the standard quality-of-life changes that each game has, though some can be harder to notice and appreciate than others. You can send Pokémon in storage out on Jobs, to get some neat rewards and some EXP for them, though I find them to be a bit underwhelming. Being able to swap Pokémon on the fly now is a godsend, and together with the EXP Share built into the game, it allowed me the freedom to switch up the monsters in my party and get newcomers up to speed quickly. Most games I barely bother with more than the maximum six, but the sheer variety of Pokémon in Galar let me feel more comfortable with constantly swapping around. On that same note, no National Dex aside, there’s a LOT of choices in Galar. Route 1 alone has over ten Pokémon you can catch right at the start, as opposed to the common mammal, common bug and common bird. It was nice to see some under-represented Pokémon make the cut, but I won’t argue with anyone bummed that their favorites aren’t allowed in. It is a regrettable decision overall, even if it might have been unavoidable here.

Now, you’ll notice I didn’t mention the story much at all because…there isn’t much of one. Pokémon as a franchise isn’t known for its storytelling, despite the Black and White and Sun and Moon games existing and having very well-done stories. Overall, Sword and Shield seems to focus more on characters than an overarching plot and that isn’t too bad overall, but it makes the eventual climax more than a little disappointing. Team Yell, our villainous organization this time around, are just a bunch of hardcore fans for another rival of yours, a girl named Marnie. The conclusion to their story felt very flat, and the eventual main problem involving the Legendary Pokémon is tacked onto the end of the game with little build-up. It doesn’t help that the main villain’s motivation doesn’t make sense. He wants to avert an energy crisis that’s 1000 years from actually happening, and for some reason he refuses to let you get your shot at fighting the Champion because apparently putting things off for one day is unacceptable. It’s just very sloppy. And honestly, “sloppy” can describe a lot of this game, sadly.

WHY Y-COMM WHY

No game is without flaws, and Sword and Shield are far from the first Pokémon games to have their fair share of issues, but it’s hard to shake the feeling that these games in particular are a victim of compromise. Game Freak doesn’t have the luxury of delaying games and polishing them up to a fine sheen, not when the multimedia empire has merch and anime to launch at the same time. I’m also certain that working on this game alongside the Let’s Go games AND Little Town Hero did them no favors. So there are areas in the game that lack polish. The story’s abrupt conclusion, the visuals in general, and Galar itself feeling a tad empty; these are all compromises that had to be made to get this game to ship on the date decided well in advance. I can sympathize with the developers here, and really they’re in an un-enviable position. But at the same time, I’ve been playing Pokémon games for over twenty years, and I kind of expect better, you know? Far too many times I have to shake my head and question why something is designed the way it is, or why it feels at times like the games are going backwards in quality. Problems that were solved several games ago rear their ugly heads again, and for this being a brand new generation and the “proper” debut on a powerful home console, I can’t help but feel that this is just a 3DS game that’s been blown up onto my TV.

NPC character models and the Pokémon themselves look fine, as does the sleek UI, but environments look kinda rough. The Wild Area itself, I say with no exaggeration, looks like it was ripped out of a GameCube game. Those trees are a meme, but at the same time, they also look that bad. Some of the main towns are pretty grandiose, be it the giant castle theme of Hammerlocke, or the steampunk designs of Motostoke, while others feel incredibly barren. It’s kind of intentional with Spikemuth, but I was more than a little disappointed with how small towns feel. While it’s great that HMs have been officially retired (starting from Sun and Moon), Galar itself feels like it has little to offer those that want to explore. You don’t get access to a way to cross water until near the endgame, but there are only a small handful of areas you’d need to backtrack to with that ability. There’s not even a Victory Road in this game, or a rough equivalent.

Sword and Shield, from a competitive standpoint, seems to be trying to make strides in breaking down barriers and allowing more casual fans to dip their toes into competitive play, which I really appreciate, but I think there’s still room for improvement. While on the one hand, it’s never been easier to tweak and customize your Pokémon to your heart’s desire, the game is still not as transparent on certain subjects. You can view a Pokémon’s Effort Values, extra points you can place towards stats, on their stat screen, but only if you hit the X button on that screen, and there’s no indication that’s a thing you can even do. I was more than fifty hours into the game before a friend even told me that! There have been some pretty major strides to reduce the time commitment however, so I have to give the game credit there. As far as game balance goes, having less Pokémon to choose from does inspire creativity, though from what I hear, a fair few Pokémon are a bit of a problem, but that’s no different than any other game. Honestly, even attempting to balance a game with so many moving parts and possible strategies is pretty admirable. I’m not deep into the meta of competitive Pokémon though, so I feel there’s not much I can add to the conversation. If there’s one thing I can’t defend however, it’s this game’s connectivity features.

Starting from the DS era, Pokémon has had online features, but Sword and Shield marks the first time that the Global Trade Station, or GTS, has not been available. This means it’s impossible to put up a posting for a desired Pokémon, or fulfill other’s requests. This wouldn’t be so bad if the way to trade with friends wasn’t such a chore. Rather than being able to freely select a friend and initiate a trade or battle with them, players must enter four-digit codes and HOPE the game pairs them up. This is in every way a downgrade from the past several games. X and Y released over SIX years ago and solved this very issue with the Player Search System. Y-Comm, as it stands, is an awful replacement and there’s not one thing about it that other systems didn’t do better.

If you connect online, the game will have “stamps” appear that show you what friends are doing, alongside broadcasting trade or battle requests from random people, but often those requests are out of date, and trying to join in will result in error messages, the requests fulfilled long ago. Trying to join friends in Raid Battles is an exercise in trial and error, and if online in the Wild Area, other players constantly appear within it and as a result the game begins to chug along. What could have been a neat way to interact with other players across the world results in the game becoming worse to play, so I mostly left it off. Connecting with others has always been a franchise selling point, way back to the days of the Game Boy Link Cables. To see this game drop the ball so severely is worrying. I care about this far more than the graphical issues, far more than the National Dex, and it makes me hesitant to try out the next titles if they can’t solve these issues and KEEP them solved.

AN UNCERTAIN FUTURE

Pokémon Sword and Shield are not bad games; they’re in fact filled with charm and fun. I’ve logged over 80 hours into the game over the past few weeks and the hours flew by. There’s a lot of work that’s clearly been put into the game. The Pokémon designs and concepts this time around are really creative, for one. There’s the Applin line, dragons that hide in apples, and the abominations that are this game’s fossils; carelessly stitched together pieces of incompatible fossils resulting in a freak of nature. I love them. My heart goes out to Game Freak, because it’s clear people worked hard here, but this simply can’t be the game they wanted to make. I think Sword and Shield are turning points for the series, but it’s unclear if that’s a good thing or not.

For all the backlash and negativity surrounding these games, they’re still the fastest-selling Switch games ever. Many fans are pretty satisfied with the game as-is, and the real bitter pill disgruntled fans need to swallow is that…these games have no real reason to improve in quality. Think about it; sales aren’t down, and there’s not a true rival to these games anymore, so why would the hire-ups at Nintendo and The Pokémon Company give these games more time and resources? On top of this, remember that these games are only one part of the massive whole that is the Pokémon brand. Pokémon GO makes a frankly disgusting amount of money, the anime has been going strong for two decades, merch is in no short supply, and now we can likely add major Hollywood films to the list as well. If Game Freak was any other developer, behind any other franchise, they’d likely be able to delay the games to polish them up and add in content that would otherwise be cut, but they can’t do that when they MUST launch simultaneously with the anime, the card games, the merchandise, etc.

The series has been around for so long now as well, while many fans have likely moved on from the franchise, new ones are lining up to take their place. On top of that, there are Pokémon diehards that will likely always support the series. Pokémon is a constant for them; it’s almost like comfort food in game form. They’re not WRONG for feeling that way, and I’m kinda in that same boat. I knew going in that these games were going to be somewhat disappointing, but I still bought the thing! For all the rage directed at these games, many people still gave them their money, and I think the message has been read loud and clear: Pokémon can get away with cutting Pokémon, so it’s unlikely Game Freak will change course any time soon.

Now, of course, that’s one way to look at things. A negative way to be sure. It’s also possible that Game Freak can learn from issues they had with developing these games and push past them. As they get used to console development, to HD development, and get a better idea of what fans want, the next games might actually surpass all expectations. Pokémon as a franchise has always had feature creep to deal with, and Sword and Shield is clearly where it all boiled over. So maybe if they don’t have to worry about accommodating nearly 1000 critters in every single game, they can make larger strives towards higher quality. I don’t want to count them out, but at the same time, I won’t hold my breath either. I’ll always be open to what path this franchise takes, even if they stumble a bit to get there.

In the end, Sword and Shield feel more than a little rough, but there’s some real bright spots glimmering in what might be the franchise’s Darkest Day. The Pokémon themselves are still fun to use and capture, the characters and world of the games are still wholesome fun, and I’ll reiterate that pumping over 80 hours into this game didn’t feel like a chore and I was largely engaged for the entirety of that time. Here’s to hoping that brighter days lie ahead, and a few years from now we can look back at the Dexit controversy and laugh.

-B

[sentimentalscientia]

An experiment of nature

The four of them now in that small locked room. Basic information already recorded as they viewed the little wolf in the other space. Still with her nose buried in that book. Despite the lacy lingerie contrasting against pale skin, she looked oddly innocent. Occasionally turning the page as if she weren't sending out 'need to get laid' vibes. Three suitable candidates. All something her more primitive instincts would agree as sensible breeding partners. All three friends that were trusted. But that seemed to be where their similarities ended. Perhaps they would all fall down the rabbit hole and go damn near mad from the hormones filling the other side of the glass. But as of now there were three distinct impressions. V was curious. Eyeing the she wolf's revealed body with a grin. Rhage's expression was a little softer, but there was already a certain eagerness. His muscles seemed to tense and twitch. He was holding himself back but even the feint traces the barrier allowed was pushing him towards a more feral state. But Phury, now he was the curious one. Before this, the wolf had never met him. He'd heard things from his alpha, but this hadn't quite been what he had envisioned. He had a regal air. A proper gentleman to contrast with the crudeness and ferality of the other candidates. But it was blatantly obvious he was no weakling. Power emanated from the form. Yet his expression was incredibly gentle as he gazed through that glass. He had agreed to this experiment. Agreed to notes and even filming of what would happen. But unlike the other two he wasn't displaying a need yet. Composed as he took off and folded his jacket and shirt. Setting them up on the desk. Mel said he had agreed so he could watch over her. Now the wolf could see this wasn't just some goody two shoes fantasy talk.

“Okay so you two share time and Rhage gets to be alone. We will divide in, lets say 8 hour shifts. So, who wants first dibs?” His gaze shifted around the small room. Letting the participants decide among themselves.

“I think it would be best if we went first.” Phury was the one to break the silence. “This is uncharted territory and it would be best we start gentle with our little wolf. By now we all realize our brother Rhage is going to have the most extreme reaction. If V and I are also affected, we would take out a good deal of aggression on each other first. If we are more immune than we could go slower and make sure she is ready to handle it.” No one seemed to oppose his argument. So it was decided, the demon and vampire would be first.

With a nod Saint turned back to the desk area. With the flip of a switch the intercom button lit up. “Okay sweetie we're ready on this end. Book up and pill down.” They watched as she moved towards the glass. Setting her book in one of the hidden nooks in the wall. From another retrieving a bottle of pills and a bottle of water. A few pills dumped in her hand and taken. Returning the water back to it's hiding place. She offered a smile to the room. One they all returned.

“She's taking the stronger dose but its best we pause and let her take a few more tomorrow. Her fertility is hyped as hell right now and it's probably best we don't risk a pregnancy.” He didn't need to elaborate on why that was. At worst someone high up on the food chain might decide little vampire/wolf hybrids running around were not a good idea and seek to terminate. As Mel would rather die than let another pup be taken from her...well no one would be happy with that result. At best the pup would be an indifferent subject to the so called higher powers. But none would be allowed to take their place as father. Either way such a situation would be far too cruel for any involved. Best to just nip any potential problems in the bud. While he had been speaking the she wolf had made her way back to the mattress. Sitting there with an awkward smile and waiting. With no hesitation V stripped the rest of the way. Tossing away the rest of his clothes. Rhage quickly following his lead.

“Um dude...you got like 8 hours before your turn.” The wolf wasn't shy by a long shot. He could handle some dangly bits being around for a while. He just worried that the other wolf might have misheard or misunderstood the plan.

“I'll be getting naked anyway. I don't like wearing clothes when I don't have to.” The dire shrugged and took one of the empty seats.

“Oh...fair enough.” He signaled the other two to go in. They went through two sets of doors. One always closed to keep as much of the hormones out as possible. V baring all with proper looking Phury still in form fitting pants. Once in the room, their composure seemed to stutter. At first slight bumping as they walked. Getting progressively worse until they were violently shoving each other. This wasn't even close to the bare knuckle brawl that must happen when one of their own was giving those signals. But it was obvious, despite her being from an entierly different species, they were reacting to the female in heat. They were impatient. A few heated words and a growl or two. Though both settled when they got within reach. They were aggressive towards each other, their competition. But they were not so far gone as to do anything to her.

As their scents hit, the she wolf began trembling slightly. A soft whine on her lips at the painful heat suddenly pooling in her belly. Both were alluring. Her more baser side found both excellent potential breeding partners. Curiously watching as they roughhoused every step of the way to her. This wasn't the type of heat that demanded she fight until forced into submission. With that type of thing she would have let them fight it out to show their strength before turning on her and taking what they wanted. True even in this type of heat, her mind was completely flooded with need and desire. Desperate to be mounted. But beneath that fog was still the somewhat shy wolf pup. Retaining enough of herself to shyly avert her gaze. Moving towards the one that had already been bedded. Pulling him towards the mattress, but letting him be the one to lay her down on it. His weight on top was soothing, but there was an almost painful whine as she squirmed beneath him. Relaying her discomfort at not being taken care of. The demon enjoyed playing on the slow side. Teasing and building up until it was almost maddening. But she was already in that state. Nature already making her frustrated and even a little pained. He kissed her gently. Slipping his hand between them. A lengthy foreplay was out of the question, but he had to at least make sure she was ready to take him. He pushed the fabric of her panties aside and traced her folds. Surprised to find just how wet she was. Barely a touch and she was drenched. Testing the waters he pushed in. The first digit slipping in with ease. Then another. And another. She moaned against his lips while her hips pushed up. Riding his fingers with obvious desperation. As the kiss broke she hide against his shoulder. Begging muffled against his skin. Pleas for his cock, for him to properly take her. His fingers withdrew, prompting  few whimpers. “It's okay darling. Let me take care of you.” He made quick work of his pants. Adjusting just enough to free himself before plunging inside. Groaning at the welcoming heat wrapped so tightly around him. The wolf gasping when he finally sunk in. He wanted to be cautious. Start slow and build up. But his companion just wouldn't allow it. Her legs wrapped around him. Heels digging in to force him deeper. Softly begging for more. Harder. Faster. He  couldn't resist those adorable pleas. Happily obliging every request. Quickly rutting into her lithe frame. The soft sounds of her moans, that heat that was almost to the point of burning. It was getting to him faster than it should. It only took a minute before she reached her first peak. Those walls suddenly clenching around his cock sent the demon over the edge. A flicker of surprise in his eyes as he spilled inside her. Very fortunate he didn't suffer from those pesky refractory periods. Finishing that early would have been an embarrassment otherwise. Instead he got the joy of working them both through their orgasms. Getting to watch her face twist in pleasure as he pushed past the resisting walls. Guiding her quickly to a second one. Knowing what was in store from her from his Brothers, Phury was careful in his touches. His hips worked as fast and rough as she demanded, but he made certain to offer plenty of kisses and soft words. Stroking her hair, holding her hand. Anything she needed for a connection.

Their session broached the thirty minute mark without either realizing how much time had passed. Never a need for more than minor position adjustments. He wanted her to be able to see his smile. Wanted to watch her face and make sure she was getting exactly what was needed. At one point he shifted up.  Pulling her hips at an angle he knew to be enjoyable. The moan on her lips letting him know he had guessed perfectly. “You're doing so well. Spread your legs a little more darling.”

Meanwhile V had leaned against a wall. Eyes watching the pair. Occasionally stroking himself to the sights and sounds. If they were going to offer real time porn, he'd jerk to it while he waited. But he'd been stuck watching far too long for his taste. And he was tired of playing with himself. Moving over to the end of the mattress, he settled on his knees. Completely ignoring his brother, his gaze went to the wolf. Customary smirk on his lips. “Mind if I use that pretty mouth?” If she had said no, or even just ignored him, the vampire would have been content to let it be. Move away and patiently wait his turn. In fact that's what he expected to happen. Some shy little refusal. He was just bored and needed to shoot his shot. This time both male's shared a flicker of surprise as she tilted her head back and parted her lips for him. He slid into her mouth with a groan. Carefully sinking into her throat. Catching the look on the demon's face. “What? Not my fault you were hogging the pussy.” The demon muttered something beneath his breath. Something that sounded distinctly like “Crude bastard.”

Together they used her. Phury stroking her thighs gently with every thrust. Fingertips brushing along and teasing her clit. Trying to make up for the antics of his Brother. V was happily sinking into her mouth. A palm on the mattress to keep him up at a proper angle. The other exploring his part of her body. Tearing off her bra and tossing the useless fabric away before teasing the now exposed nipples. A grin on his lips at the moans vibrating against his cock. She was still blushing, but her body obviously enjoying every moment. The only thing stopping a few more comments thrown at the vampire's crassness was the reactions of the one between them. Even with the muzzle of the vampire's cock, both could hear her sounds. Gripping the sheet as her knuckles went white. Her walls trembling before violently clamping down on the demon. She was almost painfully tight around him and once more the demon couldn't resist. Spilling his seed as her body milked him for every drop. V didn't see a reason to hold back, cumming a few moments later. What she couldn't swallow leaking past her lips. The vampire pulling out and watching as more escaped. She looked a little dazed and V couldn't help but wipe the mix of cum and saliva off her cheek. An affectionate gesture even he wanted to give. “Okay that was pretty damn fun, but come on bro I want a proper turn already. Judging by your face she has to feel fucking amazing.”

Phury threw a glare at the other. Technically he was right. They were supposed to be sharing. But that didn't mean he was happy about it. Mostly he just wanted to keep spoiling the little wolf. Let her enjoy gentle for a while longer before being turned over to bruises and blood. There was a different part though. A sliver of instinct occasionally pushing at his mind. Yelling that he needed to stay exactly where he was. Keep pumping his seed into her until she took. Taking care of her heat by giving her another pup. It was a little interesting to note that sudden need. Still he could ignore it enough to pull out with a sigh of disappointment. Moving away so V was the reachable one. After a few moments Mel sat up. Wiping what was left off her cheeks. For a few blissful seconds she had been okay. The fog in her mind lifting a little. Until her body noted the seed hadn't been enough. With her pills no amount would, but that wasn't something the primitive side could understand. It just meant she needed more. That fog quickly descending again. Creating a need that was quickly delving into painful. She turned towards the vampire still kneeling beside her. That smirk still on his lips. It seemed he was about to say something, but he never got a chance. In the blink of an eye she had dragged him to the mattress and straddled him. Quickly guiding him to her slit and sinking down. Prompting a loud curse from the vampire. He'd never been with a wolf, especially not one in heat. Little miss perfect felt better than he ever expected. And when she started riding him like her life depended on it, he lost it. Gripping her hips and pulling her down roughly as his seed flooded her. In an unexpected moment he lost his right to tease any of his Brothers about cumming early. And he considered the loss worth it.

“Fuck you're tight.” He hissed through clenched teeth. Ripping her panties off when the friction of the fabric began to annoy him. Tossing them aside and returning his hands to their rightful place on her hips. His own pushing up as he continued to drag her down to meet every thrust. Her hips continued to move beautifully. Only pausing when she came. Judging from earlier she loved being worked through an orgasm and he was happy to help. Taking over whenever she stopped. Helping when she moved again. Slowly he tested the waters. A palm ghosting up her side before cupping her breast. Fingers moving to play with her nipple. Watching her face for any signs of discomfort as he pinched and tugged. Seeing only pleasure crossing her features. Moving up to gingerly wrap around her throat. Remembering the video she'd sent. He kept careful watch. Giving a light squeeze first. Surprised at the way she tightened around him. “Looks like Miss Perfect wasn't just being a tease.” Another squeeze, more insistent this time. Same response. More pressure added until he was just shy of strangling. Holding for several long moments. Every time she seemed to get hotter. Her walls squeezing him in the best way. The hand at her hip started taking over more of the work. Using her body. Her warmth. Pleasure coiled in his stomach and he let himself seek it. Squeezing longer at each interval. Bordering on being risky but never crossing the line. For a human it was dangerous. But she could take it, and it was definitely doing something for her. If there had been a single sign that he needed to stop he would have. But it looked like she loved being used. Enjoying herself even more than him. Phury could play the gentle lover. He'd have fun with his new toy. This time his fingers pressed hard enough to leave bruises. Holding her throat in that grip as long as he dared. The she wolf's head spinning as the lack of oxygen started to get to her. Hips moving faster as the warmth in her belly expanded. Drawn higher the more that hand pressed against her. A strangled cry escaping as she came.

The sudden pressure on his cock was unfathomable. A flare of heat and the wolf wrapping so tightly it was like his dick was in a somehow amazingly pleasurable vice. “Jesus!” The word escaped without thought as he filled her again. With the exception of religious studies, he had never said that name before. Especially not during sex. But it was like for a moment his mind had been robbed of everything but that one word. Probably something for the notes. He tucked the information away in his mind before returning attention back to the little she wolf. His hand moving to tangle in her hair and drag her down for a kiss. He wasn't as concerned about playing nice as Phury, but she seemed to have a need for at least a little affection and it was the least he could do. His hips were working a little slower now. Smacking her ass a few times. Enjoying the moans and whimpers against his lips. Breaking the kiss, he moved to nip and suck at her neck. Sinking his teeth in and enjoying the blood washing over his tongue. A hidden smirk as she came again. He had fun playing rough. Biting and smacking. Yanking at her hair and squeezing her throat at random. Getting rougher the more she accepted. Flipping them over so that he could pin her down and rut into that tight heat. Dragging them both over the edge several times. Once he pulled out to finish on her stomach. Curious to paint her skin. But she made the most distressed whine, begging him to cum inside her.

“Damn girl. You need my cum that bad?” He couldn't help but laugh. The wolf blushing badly but nodding just the same. “Say it. Tell me how much you need it?”

Her skin tinted red, but the fog destroyed much of her shame. “Please V. I need it. I need your cum. It doesn't feel as good when you don't finish inside me.”

“How about my cock? What does Miss P think about this big dick plowing into her?” He pulled her hip up to angle his thrusts in deeper. The wolf's back arching.

“I..I love it! I love your cock! Don't ever stop!” She shouted. The vampire turning to grin at his Brother.

“Hear that? She's begging me not to stop.” The demon simply rolled his eyes. Crossing his arms as he glared at the other male. Though he didn't bother moving closer. Far more patient, he let hours tick by. Simply making sure the other didn't hurt her with position changes and roughness. Maybe four hours in he brought her some water. Making the vampire move and sitting her up to drink. When she finished the bottle he took his turn. Putting her on her stomach and making sure she was comfortable. Taking off what was left of his clothing and sliding in. Kissing her shoulders with gentle thrusts getting progressively harder.  Smirking at the vampire at the way she moaned his name. Mouthing the words “And I didn't even have to ask.” Mel was to be taken care of, not embarrassed. But he couldn't resist stealthily mocking of the other male. Things went on like this for hours. The pair alternating between who watched and who got to have her.

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On the other side of the glass the wolf was making his notes. The dire sitting there, occasionally glancing through the window. Though his gaze was always quick to drop. Watching his kanubit being touched, even by his brothers, wasn't something he found amusing.

“Yeah jealousy is a bitch. I brought a dvd player along, in case there were stretches of just sleeping or something and I got bored.” He didn't wait for a response. Moving to fetch the device and set it up for the other. “Just maybe put it on the table back there? I'd really rather it not be touching your dong. That means your dick.” He was quick to clarify in case the other wasn't familiar with the slang. The dire simply nodding.

“I don't know why there needs to be so many words for it.” He said more to himself.

“Because us males are very simple creatures and like to have as many options as possible when talking about our junk. Even personal nicknames. I used to call mine spike as a joke. We should call yours fang. You know, because you're more wolf than person. Trust me it sounded better in my head.”

Despite not entirely getting it, the dire smiled. The pair spent the shift with Saint doing his observations and notes and Rhage watching an assortment of shows and movies. Occasionally the pair having some random conversation. Saint inquiring into the past and physiology of the dire, Rhage answering with a few questions about the other pack. Curious about how pups were born human but would have their first shift after several years. One show featured a pregnant woman and that prompted a discussion about how it worked in the Lycan species. The dire frowning when told exactly how dangerous the birth was. That without someone to help manage the pain the female had a 50% chance of dying. That frown worsening when he found out that they had taken that gamble with Mel's first labor.

“In my defense we weren't actually aware of this back then. Mel's dad, I guess he figured with so many around it was unlikely for her to every be without a helper. So he kind of went easy on how bad it was. Basically labor is really painful and drugs won't work so someone needs to be there to siphon the pain or else you have to deal with all the agony and its horrible. But omitting that it can also be lethal. We've never rolled those dice again though. So don't worry she'll always be taken care of. Okay it would probably be a good idea to get some food in her before you go in. I'm thinking you might react more than they did and 16 hours without food is probably just not a good idea.” Technically he had been told she wouldn't need to eat in that time frame. Under ordinary circumstances the body dug into its reserves for nutrients. But this wasn't ordinary. She was still nursing so there might be a chance it could mess with her milk flow, or worse interfere with her increased healing. Neither was a good option and he just wouldn't risk it. He put the container and a bottle of water on the tray and carefully entered the space between the two doors. Opening the second one and sliding it across the floor to the mattress. “She needs to eat dudes!” With that he closed the door and got back into the observation room.

V was distracted taking his last turn. Kneeling with the wolf's back pressed against his chest. A hand on her throat as helped her bounce on his cock. So Phury moved to bring the tray over to the bed. Opening it up to find an assortment of small fruits, nuts, and jerky. A mix to most efficiently give her nutrients and energy. He offered a strawberry. The constant movement making it difficult but after a few tries he managed to feed her. Doing the same for a grape and a piece of jerky. Attempting with another strawberry  but an increase in speed had her end up biting her tongue instead. At the slight yip the demon sighed.

“Could you calm down for a minute? I don't want her choking.”

“If she didn't choke on my dick she won't choke on a few strawberries. Besides there's still plenty of time for her to eat and I think she'd much rather we finish this first.”

“You are a barbarian.”

“You're just jealous because she likes this barbarian dick better. She's cum twice while you've been doing this whole spiel.”

“If I recall correctly, she chose me first. You only got jumped because I moved away. Come here baby you need to eat.” He pulled the hand from around her throat and pulled her off the vampire.

“What the fuck dude? We were almost done.”

The demon ignored the other male. Bringing the wolf to him. There was distress on her face and a few escaping whimpers. Settling her on his lap, he pushed himself inside. “Better babe?” When she offered a nod he smiled. “Lets stay like this so you can eat then.” He kissed her nose. Offering food and water with little difficulty. Making sure she ate every bite before tending her other needs. The vampire huffing when Saint announced their first turn was done. Ruffling her hair so she'd know it wasn't her that had his ire before stalking back to the observation room. Phury gently pecking her lips before following. Rest was not required, but it didn't mean a wolf wouldn't use it. With the males gone she lay down on the now stained sheet. Resting her head on her arms as seed slowly trickled down her thighs.

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The pair moved into the room. First thing Saint noticed was how the other wolf's body tensed. His muscles tightening as if in preparation of a fight. The scent of the she wolf still clung to both. It was getting to Saint, despite his precautions. Prompting a sudden want to go in that room himself. Goodness only knew how hard it must have hit the dire. His chest was already heaving and at that moment Saint was very glad it was decided his turn wouldn't be shared with anyone. He might have killed them. The other two moved to give space. Saint didn't have to tell the dire to get ready. The giant wolf already marching into the small chamber between doors. Impatiently bouncing on his feet before the second door was opened. Aside from the window, there was also a screen on the desk. Divided into sections and broadcasting what each camera captured. One caught the way the dire's nostrils flared as the full scent hit him. Saint wasn't sure if it was just the camera catching it, or if the growl in the other's throat was simply loud enough to reach them in here.

There was no foreplay. No greetings or sweet words. The saccharine scent of the she wolf  crashed over him. Tainted with the scent of the other males. He growled as he rushed to the bed. Dropping to his knees and forcing her hips up. Claws digging in as he slammed into her. Starting rough and getting worse. His thrusts violent as if trying to break her. The dire falling into his most base instincts. A female wolf. Young, but strong, and oh so desperate to breed. Her skin was torn beneath his claws. Blood dripping as he dragged her back into every thrust. Far worse than anything V had done. Skin slapping skin echoed loudly around the space. Along with the tell tale sounds of bones groaning beneath pressure. The first two had merely been having fun. He was trying to fulfill nature. Of course he had watched her swallow those pills along with everyone else. Knew she would not be taking from any of them. But that logical part was tucked away. Buried beneath the snarling wolf desperate to breed the female beneath him. Thrusting hard to push out the other male's seed. Get his own deep enough it would get to her waiting womb first. Bruises were forming from his grip and where their hips connected. Blood still trickling down as those claws bit further into her skin. His actions were vicious and very violent. He was hurting her, but every cry from the she wolf's lips was one of pleasure. Had she cried or displayed pain he could have fought the animal side. Could have pulled away and tried to calm down before touching her again. But her body was made for this. Finding bliss in the way he savagely took her. A loud snap sounded in the room.

In the other room the three males watched. One frantically scribbling notes while the others stared. There's a grin on the vampire's face. A look of horror on the demon's. The little wolf was bleeding and bruising very quickly under the other wolf. His eyes widening a few minutes later.

“We have to stop this! I just heard a bone snap!” There was panic laced in his voice. He loved and trusted his Brother. Knew he cared deeply for Mel. But no one seemed to have thought this through. Rhage's kind were animal over human. They mated in a savage manner. Often almost indistinguishable from out and out rape. Despite the clumsiness often shown, Rhage was a powerful creature. She would have no chance to stop him. And worse, he might not be able to stop himself. She was not his species, but she was very close. For the first time in his life he was around a she wolf sending out all the signs of being fertile and desperately ready to be bred. His first chance to sire pups and continue his line. Those kind of instincts would be damn near impossible to overcome. The demon stood from his chair so violently it fell back. Quickly rushing to the first door. A hand on his arm giving him pause. It was Saint. The male wolf offering a smile.

“Dude it was a minor hip fracture.” By the demon's face, those words obviously brought no comfort. Instead sending a fresh wave of panic through him. The wolf held up a hand to stop the protest already on the other's lips. “Totally normal. It's why their healing factor spikes at this time. They are supposed to be getting fucked up. I know it seems counter productive. But technically she's supposed to be getting knocked up. That level of rough is kind of displaying his strength and marking him as a good sire. It makes sense and considering nature has shit like bugs stabbing through the abdomen to put their seed in the female, this is kind of mild in comparison. Seriously if you need any further proof listen to what's happening besides the damage.” He put a finger to his lips. In the silence they could hear her bones fissure and other signs of the rough joining. But also the distinct lack of pained cries. Her body was being ravaged and yet the she wolf was a moaning mess. Crying out only when she came. There's hesitation on the other's face. Though amid the new evidence he relented. Albeit a little reluctantly. He joined the two back at the window. Making sure they didn't need to interfere. To challenge him would probably yield horrific results. Best not to chance it. After a few minutes moving over to the dvd player to watch something. Wanting to give the wolves some little piece of privacy. There's a few exclamations from his companions and that drew the demon back to the window. Fresh worry in his eyes. Finding the dire had dragged her up to be properly on all fours. He was over her, his palms flat on the mattress beside hers. Still ramming into her but this time his anchor was the way he latched onto her shoulder. Blood dripping from the wound. Occasionally shifting to dig his teeth in further. Still the she wolf didn't seem to be in pain or fright so he simply went back to his movie.

“Never really thought of him having sex. But this is actually kind of fun to watch.” The vampire broke the silence.

“I know right? I mean there's some jealousy on my end but this is strangely fascinating.” Saint scribbled something else down on his notes.

“There is something seriously wrong with you two.” The demon shook his head in disbelief.

“What? It's like watching National Geographic.” V shrugged  his defense. The wolf chuckling softly.

They kept going for the better part of two hours. The dire flooding her womb almost as often as she clenched around his cock. One final thrust buried him to the hilt. Draining into her one last time. Keeping their hips locked together for a few minutes so his seed had no where to go but further into her. Only when he was completely drained did he release her shoulder and pull out. Gently guiding her to lie down. There's a frown on his lips when he saw how much of his seed spilled from her, but he would replace it soon enough. The first thing he did was lick the blood from her shoulder. Cleaning the wound with gentle care. Doing the same to the marks along her hips. With that done he moved to lay beside her, pulling the other wolf to him. Holding her close and gently nuzzling her hair. She looked so small against him. A tiny little thing tucked into his embrace to hide from the world. It was hard to imagine how brutal he had just been with her.

There was about fifteen minutes of tenderness. The larger wolf tending to her injuries and holding her to offer comfort. Saint wasn't sure exactly what triggered it, but something set the wolf off again. If he had to guess, probably some hormone flare to remind exactly what the two were doing. Whatever the reason, the cuddling randomly ceased. The large wolf rolling her over and mounting her once again. Just as rough as before. Blood flowing from newly created injuries. It always seemed like he feared her getting away. Hurting her to keep her in his grip. It went on like this for hours. Sporadic moments of grooming and tenderness between long stretches of brutal sex.

On the other side of the glass the other three males played a game of cards. Saint still looked up to monitor the sessions. Taking notes if anything new developed. But it was near repetitive enough could spare time for the game. The trio talked. Or more accurately the vampire and wolf did while the demon occasionally contributed while giving them disgusted looks.

“By the look  of it you got to experience the vice didn't you?” The wolf couldn't help but smirk at the others. V's brow raised in question. Prompting a laugh from the wolf. “It's what I call it when Mel gets those uber strong orgasms. She tightens so much its like a vice is gonna rip your dick off.”

“Oh shit you actually have a name for it?” It was the vampires turn to laugh.

“Yup. It's a rare treat. Requires really rough sex. Choking is especially helpful for it.”

“That explains it. I haven't cum so fast since....well I've never lost it that quickly before. Miss P's pussy is top notch.”

“I know right? I mean she could work a dick like magic under ordinary circumstances. Put her in heat and she's basically stealing your soul through it.”

“You know your talking about our friend right? Not some random piece of meat?” Phury finally spoke up. Tossing his cards on the table. His gaze shifting towards the wolf. “And you. I expected it from him but I thought I could expect better from you.”

The wolf sported a perplexed expression. “Why?”

“Whoa guys check it out.” V was off the table and looking through the window.

“In case you forgot I don't like oogling her in a compromising position like you two.” Phury answered. Though whatever other words had been on his tongue faltered as the vampire shushed him. The other two went to the window. “That's...a lot of blood.” The she wolf had multiple bites along her shoulders still bleeding. Multiple small slashes where his claws had dug into her. It had stained the sheet they were on. But the she wolf looked even worse. It looked like she had gotten into, and lost, a particularly bad fight. Saint was silent. Carefully looking. After a few moments his stance relaxed.

“It's cool. A few more open wounds than I had anticipated but her body's taking care of it. We just gotta give her some water and iron pills. Fortunately I prefer my science experiments well prepared so I have a full med kit and several types of vitamins I thought might be needed. Now we just need to get them to her.” The wolf looked at the others pointedly. Unable to hide his smile when the pair started a game of rock paper scissors. V muttering a curse as he lost. “Guys, I'm just fucking with you. She can make it until your next round. Don't go trouncing into the mauling radius of the sex brained giant wolf.” With that they simply returned to their card game. Asking and answering random questions. Sometimes about the experiment. Sometimes about curiosities Saint had with the brotherhood. For safety reasons only the former information ended up on any of the notes. Time passed quickly for them.

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“Okay I think it's transition time again.” The vampire said as he stood up and stretched.

“Well someone's eager.” The wolf teased. He got along surprisingly well with the vampire. Though he did get the distinct impression the demon was judging him for this whole thing. Not that he minded. He could be an asshole and it was always nice to have others looking out for his family. He turned to look through the glass. The pair were in the cuddling stage. It seemed safe. “Don't forget the iron pills.” He handed the bottle and some water to the vampire.

“I wouldn't go in yet if I were you. Wait until he's finished.”

“Dude he's finished. His time's up and he's already cum and cuddled her. Lets get this shit going already.” With that he marched into the room. “Yo Rhage give someone else a turn already!” It happened in a flash. The usually clumsy wolf moving with lightening precision. Up from the bed and rushing the vampire. With a snarl his fist crashing into the other's jaw.

“Oh fuck!” Saint shouted as the vampire crumbled in a heap. For a moment the fog in her brain dissipated. Drawn back to normalcy by the exclamation and watching her friend crumple. Worry over her friend pushing out the baser needs. She was up on her feet and running towards him. Met halfway by the larger wolf. Snatching her up. A forceful no on his lips as he dragged her back to the mattress. When there was enough distance Saint carefully crept in. “He's fine! Just knocked out!” Giving the she wolf some relief before dragging the other back into the observation room. Not wanting to risk that wrath himself. He set V up on a cot that had been brought. Lifting his eyelid, lightly tapping his face. “Dude he is knocked the fuck out.”

“I told the dumbass to wait until he was finished.” He opened a bottle of water and took a few gulps.

“Well in fairness it's really hard to tell when that is. Though I suppose the raging boner and starting to move her back into position were probably big clues. I don't think I'm every going to be able to forget that image. Giant wolf with a raging hard on rushing up and KO-ing a dude. That's like nightmare fuel.”

“How are you going to be able to forget any of this? All three of us will probably be engraved in your mind.”

“In my defense I am an idiot and was very curious. So many species have heats and they effect everyone differently. I wanted to see what wolf heat did to you all. Somehow forgot it meant seeing your dongs flopping in the breeze when they aren't inside her.”

“As long as I don't see drawings of our dongs all over your room the next time I visit it's fine. This is your show and not really my business beyond making sure she's okay.”

“Wait I'm not allowed to draw stuff?” He sported a disappointment look for a few moments. “Nah I'm just fucking with you. I can't draw.” He couldn't help but burst out laughing at the demon's face. “No seriously this is just research. Its all gonna stay in a little box tucked away unless I'm going through it. No pictures of your genitalia shall regal our walls. Now I think he's finally done. Or at least its the early cuddling so he might have a bit of his mind.” He turned on the intercom. “Rhage can you please come in here.” There was obvious reluctance, but the dire left the bed. Sparing a glance backwards but containing himself to get into the observation room. Phury slipping into the warehouse space to give her the iron pills and a bit more food. When the doors were closed and the hormones surprised, it was like a fog lifting from the dire's mind. He found the vampire still unconscious on the cot. His jaw swelling as bruising started to form.

“I did that?” He asked curiously, his eyes never leaving his brother. The memory was already vague. Recalling going up to him. Anger and frustration over the other coming in to take over. The rage had washed over him and the next thing he knew his little kanubit was beneath him again. He could tell the guy was okay though. He'd come to in a little bit with some common injuries. Not really worse for wear.

“Um yeah.”

“Good.”

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It took about an hour before V opened his eyes. The first thing he did was utter a few choice curses as he rubbed the sore spot of his jaw. His gaze reached the dire. Silent for several long seconds before throwing his hands up. “Okay. Okay. Lesson learned. No jumping in when you're trying to get your dick wet. Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go get mine wet. With our friend that doesn't really want to see me hurt.”

“Dude just go.” The wolf shook his head, already pushing the dvd player towards the dire as a distraction. V gave the other a wide berth as he went into the room. He wasn't scared of the dire. But getting a sledge hammer to the face was not his idea of a fun time either.

Phury was already enjoying a more private session. Spooning the wolf. Lazy thrusts as he kissed along her shoulder. Getting progressively harder when she needed it. Holding her tightly as he worked her towards another orgasm. He'd become really adept at ignoring V at this point. Keeping his attention focused on the one in his arms. Keeping that grip even when he finished. Enjoying the moments of calm as their breathing evened. After Rhage's turn, he was a little reluctant to turn her over to V. A hand moving to gently rub along her hips. Feeling the bones that had just finished knitting themselves together. When the vampire approached, a growl escaped without conscious thought. “Give her a moment's rest. You'll get your rocks off soon enough.” He snapped irritably. There was a roll of the eyes but the vampire kept his distance. There was no point forcing the issue. He would be getting another turn soon enough and though her heat called to him, it wasn't as bad as from one of their own. Besides, mister high and mighty primale was right about one thing, the she wolf could use some rest. Her wounds were still healing and there was a trace of exhaustion occasionally flashing across her face.  She could probably go the distance as well as any of them, but her body would be wreaked by the end. He went to grab the food  box and settle beside the mattress. Holding the food up to show his reasoning. “Relax. I want to take care of my friend too.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “Hey Miss P. Time for another meal. I'm sure you'd rather have a whole deer or something but I don't think we can get Rhage to go far enough to hunt.” He joked, giving her a smile. Offering her different things from the container until she'd eaten every bit. Helping her tilt her head so she could drink water easier. Phury gave an approving look which simply prompted a snort. “Not a total asshole  Casanova.” He took the empty containers away and tucked them against the wall. Giving the wolf a few minutes rest before simply scooping her up off the mattress. If Phury wanted to be a mattress hog he could have it. The vampire having fun exploring different standing positions. Her legs wrapped around his waist was fun. Getting to bite her neck and shoulders while ramming into her simply phenomenal. But it couldn't compare to one he'd randomly remembered and decided to try out. She faced away from him, her legs settled in the crook of his elbows. His hands on her shoulders to pull her down into every thrust. Like this he could move her however he wanted. Get so deep his dick practically hit her womb. Even without seeing her face, he knew he was doing a bang up job. She was moaning like crazy. Clamping down on his cock almost every minute. Leaking so badly the floor beneath her was officially a slipping hazard. Keeping in that position until his turn was up. Handing her over to the demon with a self satisfied smirk.

The clock ticked by. Not particularly fast, but not exactly slow either. Ticked away minutes spent observing whatever pairing was currently happening, jotting down whatever seemed interesting in the notes. Often finding distraction with whatever companions happened to be in the room. Plenty of conversations and sometimes indulging in another card game. All three settled into distinct patterns. Phury was what someone thought of when they imagined a proper gentleman. Oh he'd be a little rough if that's what she wanted. But his focus was on all of her needs. Far more careful in his touches and almost overly affectionate. Gentle touches to her cheeks and hair. Soft kisses and murmured praise.  He was the one to first make sure she had enough food and water before any fun happened. He favored missionary or spooning positions. Wanting to see her face or at least be able to hold her. V seemed to be using this time as his own means of experimentation. Finding out how dark the she wolf liked it. His turns filled with all sorts of rough play. At least a few of the bruises and bites decorating her skin coming from him. He didn't always wait for Phury to finish. A few more times using her mouth if he thought the other was taking too long. Using whatever position sounded fun at the moment. Still, he had his own caring side. For him sex was the main thing. It always happened first. But afterwards he would offer food and water. Sometimes cuddling, though it was a bit apparent she preferred clinging to Phury. Now Rhage. That guy was in a league all his own. His sessions were horrifying in their brutality. He used no other position but the she wolf on her front. Sometimes on all fours. Other times pushing her face to the mattress while forcing her ass up in the air. He never technically struck her. But his fangs and claws constantly tore skin as he pinned her. Her bones snapping from force he refused to let up on. Saint watched a little more on those times. Just to make sure her body never reached it's limit. His sex was far more brutal than V's worst. Yet his gentle moments seemed to dwarf that of Phury's too. He would clean every wound like their kind did. Licking off the blood and gently lapping at the injury to ease pain. Every break he insisted she eat a few bites or at least have some water. Gently rubbing her back and sides as what had just been inflicted fixed itself. Keeping her close as if scared something might leap out and attack them. They always had to catch him in the middle of the rest cycles if they wanted to switch out. Near the end his body was gearing up to breed her again. Too early and he wouldn't have had time to clean her up. They'd made that mistake once. The results far more entertaining than he had imagined.

“Come on man it looks like we walked into a fucking murder scene.” That was V, ever the observer.

With a laugh Saint simply leaned into the intercom. “Pretty sure that hasn't stopped you before.”

“Well yeah, but intentionally fucking at one is very different to walking into one. It's like taking a drink of what you think is coke and it turns out to be soy sauce.”

“You are welcome to abstain. I'm certain  I could take care of her needs alone.” The demon wasn't trying to hard to conceal his smirk.

“Fuck that noise. A little blood does not stop the train to pound town.”

“...Classy.”

“Classier than you you damn fop.” The fight got physical. But not with blows like the one that had rendered V unconscious. Instead it delved into a slap fest. The pair open handedly smacking each other wherever they could reach. Throwing out insults ranging from perceived intellect to sexual incompetency and inadequate size. Their humorous “fight” only stopped by the impatient she wolf simply jumping both of them. This time riding V while insisting on pleasing Phury with her mouth.

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They had just as much difference in the observation room as the warehouse. V was a blast. They discussed and joked about everything, even the current situation. The vampire remarking how the she wolf had been worth the wait. Phury was a judger. He was generally pleasant and would happily answer certain questions. But there was an obvious look in his eye that he thought what the wolf was doing was wrong. It made sense from his perspective. This could be a little embarrassing for Mel and it was a rather vulnerable time. So Saint wouldn't hold it against him. He was just looking out for her and he wasn't actually treating the wolf bad. Rhage, if anything, just seemed awkward. He didn't seem to mind talking or learning random card games to play. But when he was in the room his gaze always seemed to be down. At the cards, but also at the floor. Hands often curled in his lap. Very rarely he would look through the window. A frown on his lips when he saw the injuries Mel had from him. It faded when explained it was an expected thing and no one thought less of him. He was losing control like the vampires would with their females. Just like those females her body had been meant to take this damage and he was a good caretaker afterwards. That was an easy worry to sooth. It was a little harder when that frown came from seeing his Brothers on top of her.

They went through these patterns several times. The pair going in together, competing for her attention and sharing her as best they could. The dire getting his alone time that everyone regarded as the best decision they had made in this whole thing. The mattress and sheet were soaked in blood and cum. There was simply no salvaging it at this point. And there would definitely be some clean up required on the floor. But the wolf was happy. He had several videotapes and a stack of interesting notes. Her hormones began winding down and it became safe for the dire to be in the room with others besides her. Saint had gotten all three in the observation room. Thanking them for their help. Hoping they had fun and that if they wanted copies of the information he would be more than happy to provide it. Though as he spoke his gaze flickered to the still recording screen. Sentence cut off as he realized his alpha was on the mattress sobbing.

The past few days had been a bit of a blur. Snippets of memory she could dredge up if she really focused. But for now most seemed to be hidden behind that haze of lust and instinct. Her heat was finally receding. All those hormones messing with her body and brain mercifully fading. The first thing she noticed was exactly how much her whole body ached. There was mild soreness between her thighs, but the real pain was at her hips and shoulders. All those broken bones and bits of torn flesh finally being allowed to process. The second realization was the lingering scents still clinging to her skin. Cum and sweat from several males tainted her body. Their seed still dripping down her thighs. That fire licking at her veins had numbed her to everything but need and pleasure. With it gone she couldn't escape every other sensation. More memories pushed their way in. The things she had done. Had allowed to be done to her. The wolf gagged. As those scents somehow got worse she leaned over and began to retch. There wasn't much in her stomach at that point. Some water and bits of fruit came up and splattered to the floor. Joined by the tears that began to trickle down her face. She could feel those hands on her. They were all friends. Those she cared and trusted. Any one of them was actually a perfect sire for young. But that hadn't made this any less wrong. Even if there was more than one potential partner, wolves paired up to mate. They might use multiple people to get them through breeding seasons, but only one per season. Wolves did not do this. She was not supposed to do this. Memories of the previous days coupled with angry faces and bitter words. All those that had called her a whore. Tainted. Something ruined and disgusting. Now there was no argument against it. Shaking so violently as she began to wretch again.

The males in the room quickly followed the wolf's stare. Sporting similar bewildered looks as they watched her fall apart. All quickly rushing into the room. Rhage reached her first. Arms quickly wrapping around her to pull the wolf to his larger frame. For a moment she offered some resistance before quickly falling against him. Hiding her face at his chest. There's a slight chill as those tears trailed down his skin. He held her tight to try and stop that shaking. Rocking her slightly as he had seen her father do to the pups.

“This ah...this usually doesn't happen.” For once the vampire didn't have some cocky or snide comment. Visibly uncomfortable both by his friend's distress and by some ignored revelations. Technically, of all here, he was the odd man out. This was the first time she had ever touched him sexually. During she had been very enthusiastic.  But that had been with a mind clouded with a desperation to breed. He crossed his arms, trying to weigh the evidence. Worried if he was the only reason she was having this freak out. He could be an asshole, but he never wanted to be the type that took advantage of their friends.

The demon seemed just as distressed, but he moved closer. A hand going to rub along her back in soothing gestures. “No, no pretty one. No need for tears. We can take care of this. Your friends will help. Are you in pain? Do you need some more food? A blanket? How about a fancy fur coat?” He offered whatever was at the top of his head. Desperately reaching for whatever might provide some comfort. Somehow the last one seemed to work. Though not exactly in the expected way.

Shaking and crying into her friends arms, she could barely hear the others attempting to offer comfort. Their words lost to the cacophony of painful memories her mind insisted on displaying. Catching random words. Then something stuck out. A fancy fur coat. It wasn't really something she was the type to wear. It sounded like such a strange offer. And it dragged a very different memory to the surface. A tiny pup with a broken arm. Healing but still painful. Her father's voice offering a thousand different rewards. A song bird, a new book. Some trip to the beach. Anything to help distract her from the pain. For a moment those aches eased. Tears beginning to slow. It wasn't over. Not by a long shot. She could feel that pressure still lurking behind her eyes. But she managed to move back and give a weak smile. “I..I don't wear fur.” Her gaze was on the demon. And suddenly she laughed. A soft sound at first. Quickly growing louder until she was holding her sides. They had all used her body during a heat. Sometime she had been told was ruinous. And yet all were still here afterwards. Trying to stop her tears. Saint moved to give her some water. Let her rinse out her mouth and get a drink to sooth the slightly burning throat. Her gaze shifting towards all the males. Worried looks still on their faces. Landing on V, who seemed in a very serious internal debate. When he noticed her look, she made sure to give him as best a smile as could be mustered. “I need you all to know, I did consent to this. I was curious too. I'm not exactly normal for my kind so I didn't think there would be this sort of repercussion. At least not something this strong. You guys didn't hurt me. You were awesome. But right now I would really like to go home please. This is hitting me hard and I need to be where I feel safest.” Phury and Rhage quickly helped her stand. The demon pulling off his coat and draping it around her. What the wolf had brought was beyond saving at this point. By the way she pulled the flaps tighter, it was obviously very appreciated covering. She tiptoed for Rhage first. Pecking the wolf's lips. Letting him cup her cheek and pull her in for one more. When his hand dropped she turned around and offered that same kiss to Phury. Though he chose to return it with a kiss to her forehead and gently stroking her hair. She'd had enough sexual moments these past few days. At this point she could probably use a few platonic ones. As he looked at those slightly teary eyes, his mind already began thinking up ways to alleviate this stress. She was still very young. Perhaps far too young to have undergone something like this. It wasn't his idea, but he had chosen to participate.  He'd watched how intense the past several days had been. The little wolf had been through something of an ordeal. Wishful thinking made him think maybe he could have prevented it. But he knew he couldn't run her life any more than he could the chosen. All he could do was help tend the aftereffects. Perhaps he'd enlist the help of his Shellan. Between the two  he was certain they could come up with some proper spoiling. After several long moments he finally let her go. The little wolf finally moving over to V. Gaze glued to the floor and a blush painting her skin. Leaning up to peck his cheek. Though she held no ill will towards him, after what had been going on she couldn't quite meet his eye. For a moment he just looked at her. The earlier words had come as a big relief. He hadn't done anything she wasn't cool with. Her reaction  was on all of them. Simply a reaction that hadn't been thought of. Without the worry, or those tears, his usual cocky self emerged.

“Really? After all the dirty we did I get a cheek kiss?” The dire and demon turned towards him. Rhage sported a murderous glare. Phury's face easily read “Are you fucking kidding me?”.They had just barely gotten her tears to stall and here he was risking another break down. Those glares softening when the she wolf simply began to laugh again. Moving up and this time pecking his lips. Offering a smile.

“I love you guys but...I really need to go see my mate right now. I'll see you all later.” She moved to over to Saint. Leaning against him as they walked into the observation room. Quickly gathering the supplies. He helped Mel into her seat before tossing the box of research material in the back. The she wolf waving at the trio of males as they left. The three brothers watching as the car disappeared.

“I say V was the main reason she cried.” Phury waved at the disappearing car.

“Agreed.” Rhage nodded quickly.

“Bros what the fuck?”