Catholic Creed

“Here.” The girl moved forward, getting herself cut in the process, and then she took his arm. Nathair watched her a little like a wary animal, not used to being touched. But she kept her word and gently plied the glass out of his skin. Tears were starting to well in her eyes as she worked.

“I am Leana daughter of Nithel.” She said, and added w…[Read more]

Ugh, everything hurt. It hurts. Where’s Alessio? What is this place? Owowowowowowowowow, Arsene was in pain. Please let something happen that would make him turn humanoid again.

He was wet. He hated being wet, why was he wet?

Ow… Just let him sleep… he was tired… he hurt everywhere…

Before Sherlock could rip that fake to pieces, he…[Read more]

Leana winced as Nathair stood, and held out her arms to keep him from moving, before pulling them back. “Here.” She stepped forward, wincing as she stepped on glass herself, and took one of his arms gently, avoiding the cuts where she could. She looked at the shards, and felt like her heart was being stung. But she started removing them, carefully…[Read more]

The girl smiled tiredly at Nathair, looking at him with a sort of confidence that almost made him uneasy. Complete trust? Not even Alessio had looked at him that way, even at his most trusting, that was just stupid.

“I…meant your cuts? I don’t know anything about this place-“

“Ah. Well. That would be nice too.” He said with an ironic smile, fumb…[Read more]

Nathair coughed, in a bloody heap by the broken cage, but thankfully that obnoxious ringing died out. He would’ve had it just fine but for some reason his powers hadn’t worked. Drugged? Sure that would explain an ability damp but there weren’t effective stops for ghouls and besides that he was a wizard.

He hadn’t felt this helplessness since t…[Read more]

Leana gasped and gagged as she fell from her strange cage. She’d found the lever, after the water drained away, after she’d given up on escape… but here she was. Hacking on a stone ground. Trembling with cold, from head to foot. I hate water. Actually, she was never really given the chance to love it.

She lifted her eyes, still wheezing and saw…[Read more]

Nathair blinks as the foxfire snaps up. Slowly the buttons melt. Well. Something happened. He knew waiting was a great idea!

Liquid blue pools on the floor around him. And suddenly something splashes in front of him. Uh, ok, invisible walls. That’s nice…

As everything trembles, Nathair tries smacking the invisible wall just to see if it’ll give…[Read more]

“Who said anything about being half human?” Arsene returned with his usual annoying smile. “As I said before, my father was a woodland elf, who left his country, and my mother was a lone dragon. I have no human heritage.”

Alessio blinked slowly, his eyes getting wider even while he was trying to maintain a neutral expression. Vaguely he remembe…[Read more]

Undeniably uncomfortable, Alessio started. “You’re…a weredraekon?”

Well, that’s a new one, although that could describe it.

“Or…dragons are intelligent in your world?”

He blinked slowly, opened his mouth to say something, hesitated, and then opened his mouth to speak anyway. This should be good.

“If you’re half dragon and half human…how do……[Read more]

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Wait, what’s happening?!?!?!?!? 

Before Sherlock could object, he had locked Nathair in the other room. Just lovely. If Nathair got out, Sherlock was certain he would kill him. Disobeying every command he gave, Sherlock’s body started walking to the throne.

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!! 

He was not okay with this! NOT! Oh great, now h…[Read more]

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I feel like we’ll die if we approach the throne, but let’s do that anyways. My answer is yes.

Alright, group count. Arsene was 90% sure that Crorie was in the clothing or weapon section, Alessio was talking to John, and Leana… was asleep? Yes, she appeared to be asleep. Arsene should have been more observant of that. Oh, look there was a blanket right there. Taking the blanket, Arsene put it on Leana, before deciding to mess with Alessio…[Read more]

Nathair (contin.):

With age comes understanding. Or maybe just deceitfulness.

Day in and day out, Yasha come in. And for some reason Nathair went along with it – even enjoyed it. He just talked, told Nathair what he should be doing and that was annoying but…at least someone was talking to him instead of at him. It was endless babbling hon…[Read more]

“Shake enough flour into your bowl, to where it’s about three inches deep.” Leana said, fixedly glaring into her bowl.  Alessio wasn’t sure what three inches was exactly but at this point he was too scared to ask so he peeked over her work and just imitated as best he could.

She’s irritated with them.

Which wasn’t the end of the world, he tr…[Read more]