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SF Round Three - page 6Salem felt no pity for his comradeSF Round Three - page 6 by Cloudbat
Who lay curled on the floor.
Instead his eyes held curiosity.
What had the stuck-up aristocrat been forced to see?
Apart from Sisiri Salem beheld only shades
It wasn't his past - and given no role to play
When the other two had disappeared
He had struggled to find his way.
"Come on - we need to find our foe.
Do you have any idea of which way to go?"
These words he hissed to the blue fox who lay prone.
When he got no response, the cat went on alone.
If Sisiri was useless, he would win by himself.
Again he felt his surroundings shift
He found himself next to a familiar rift
Unclear shades became a darkness Salem knew well
Yet strangely empty of its creatures of hell
He could see another void through a portal
And smiled - there was the red-haired insect mortal.
SF Round Three - page 5Cautious hooves tapped across a vine-patterned floorSF Round Three - page 5 by Cloudbat
This couldn't be real - her friends were no more
Their backs were turned to her but their voices were clear
"Allie, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Come to instill us with 'divine fear'?"
She snorted and waved an airy claw
Forgetting this was impossible at all.
"That's for later - but listen now
Have you heard they're tearing down the slums?"
"No time to explain; just trust my word.
It was barely an hour ago I heard.
We need to prepare, we need to fight."
"What, so you can 'make things right'?
This is about more than you being a self-righteous knight."
The voice was thick with familiar scorn
But these words were not of the past born.
Her fists clenched, indignant as could be
"Don't you actually want to be FREE?
So what if I want some glory too?
After all the things I've had to do!
I sliced up corpses and sold their remains
I learned your beliefs and tried, in vain,
To fit in here! To comfort the dying!
You say I dese
SF Round Three - page 4Fox and hybrid lay still, recovered for a spellSF Round Three - page 4 by Cloudbat
Sisiri taking on his disguise once more
Neither could see each other, unlike before
Salem, meanwhile, could see them both well.
To Sisiri it was a horribly familiar place
The scene of his birth
The rejection his man had faced.
Allele, drunk with wonder, gazed on her old friends
Alive and well, not gone to gruesome ends
She stumbled toward them, forgetting all else.
Sisiri found himself altered into a shape
He remembered and had grown to hate
Like a cheap costume he wore his creator's guise
Again he saw things through a human's eyes.
He struggled within but could not escape
In this time he was only a desire - not yet given shape.
Yet had it been better when he'd been unborn?
Only roiling emotions not yet given form?
His life was only suffering - he'd never had a choice
To be his own being
To freely have a voice
Almost better to not have existed
If only to have to live as something so twisted
But as helpless as Salem to sway his own past
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Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 8 - ENDTilt jerked awake.Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 8 - END by Miirik
“Whoah, calm down, boy!” said a familiar voice. A warm hand touched Tilt’s head--he looked up and saw best friend. Not sick. Alive.
Tilt burrowed his head in Lance’s lap as the boy hugged him. “What’s wrong, Tilt? Bad dream?”
* * *
Flutter Song woke up in her old home, baffled. What just...?
“Dancing Leaves?” she chirped nervously.
The fox tumbled into view below the tree Flutter Song was perched on. “Flutter Song, wake up! I thought you said you wanted to see the kits when they were old enough to get out of the den!”
“Th-the what?” she asked, dazed. Familiar trees surrounded her--she and Dancing Leaves’ injuries were gone. “Where’s...where’s the Sacred Forest? Why are you alive!?”
The fox tilted his head. “I had a similar dream but...” He glanced around. “My mate never died. How could any of that have happened?
Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 7Camilla shivered on the cold forest floor. Was it real? Was she dreaming?Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 7 by Miirik
Please, please let it have been a dream...
She saw Meka, very still on the forest floor, surrounded with embers. It was all real.
She crawled over to Dercas--the kitsune was wheezing on the ground, opening her eyes when the girl got near.
“Dercas,” Camilla croaked, “why did you even offer to grant a wish?”
Dercas stared blankly ahead, her breathing shallow. “I was lonely,” she whispered. “So lonely. And I hoped that, maybe, by some small chance...I’d be freed by the wish.” A tear slid down the guardian's face. “What an idiot I was...am.”
Camilla glanced at the scarred forest, the fallen, the shaking ghosts whose hold on the world was fading. “I ruined everything,” she sniffled, choking back a sob.
“There, there,” Dercas said, almost tenderly. She weakly pushed Milly towards her with one of her tails and nestled with h
Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 6Allele lurched to her feet, hacking up teal blood.Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 6 by Miirik
Make the wish! Dercas’ panicked voice hissed in her head.
“I-I don’t know what to wish for,” Allele croaked, salty tears nearly forming in her eyes. She was in agony--her wings were too torn to even fly, and bleeding heavily. She realized with a cold sinking feeling that she might die today.
She could see in her fuzzy vision two gigantic beasts crashing into each other, snarling and sending blood of all colors flying. The competitors ran backwards in a panic, trying not to get crushed.
What a mess.
Allele stomped a hoof on the grass, staring Mobius in the eyes. The massive creature glared back, coiling around the leafy creature’s neck as the creature smashed Mobius’ face into the earth; she struggled free and slithered over to the competitors, tossing them to the side.
Allele stomped the ground with the last bit of her strength. “Hey!”
The massive gray creature turned to face Allel
Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 5Allele’s wings were weak; she flew falteringly, nearly falling out of the air at some points and flying back up afterwards.Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 5 by Miirik
Not that Meka was doing a great job flying, either. He could barely fly in a straight line, and when he did, Camilla nearly slipped off his back. The haziness around the edge of his vision didn’t help.
“Hang on,” Meka growled to Camilla--she clung to his mane tightly.
Meka clumsily snapped at Allele, but she swiped her tail, slashing the scar on his chest without a single warning from his instincts. He grunted as he lost altitude, but he caught himself and chased after the moth again.
This time, Allele tried to kick Meka’s snout--he swerved to the side and slashed at Allele’s tail as Camilla leaped off of his back. She dug her dainty claws into the bug’s leg.
“Get off!” Allele screeched, shaking her hoof to pry the Abstraction off. Meka was able to tear off a chunk of Allele’s wings before Milly co
SF OCT Reference Al tunSF OCT Reference Al tun by maelstrom14
Species: Marine Velarian
Likes: Fish, clean water, swimming, bathing in the sun while close to water, examine new machines.
Dislikes: Staying away from water for too long, getting into trouble for dismantling machines, Poisoned waters, drying out.
Personality: Quiet, focused, easily excited by the presence of machines including those he has never seen before.
Characteristics: dark blue scales with light blue underbelly, yellow slitted eyes, webbed hands and feet, short sharp claws, short length snout with small nostrils, fins going from the top of his head down to his tail, long vertically flat tail, four toes on each foot as for each velarian, three fingers and one thumb on each hand, able to walk on all fours and on hind legs. scars from claws on chest diagnally, one scar from a blade just under his left eye, large scar on his right thigh. Slender but muscular build, compact scales that appear almost like skin, s
Mortal SF Audition Writing page 1(This connects to my last comic page...)Mortal SF Audition Writing page 1 by Wolfstream
Mortal shivered and took a step, then another. In his mind, old memorys drifted up, so old he did almost not know that he still had them.
'A wanderer, that's what I am. A passenger in my own life. Never at home... A demon. An Exile.' He thought bitterly, as he walked beneath the trees, whose trunks threw long shadows across his back. His thoughts strayed in another direction, maybe because of the sense of magic, he got a little wistful.
'Life...' Mortal said aloud, then continued the trail of thought in his mind. 'What is a mortal life to a demon? What does that make me? Do I even have a soul?' His ears drooped for a moment at that. Then he shook himself and continued on his way.
Suddenly, a little cyan ball of light was floating in mid air, right infront of him, and it seemed to Mortal, as if there was a faint voice, like the rustling of leaves, and it whispered something... "I... can offer an escape!" And there she was, face to face with him,
Sacred Forest Round one Part twoA smallish brown creature swam through the air like a fish in water, seeming very happy. She giggled and flew lower, down to a white fox looking creature with a black mane and dark blue scarf. He, as opposed to the brown creature didn't look very happy. He looked focused.Sacred Forest Round one Part two by Lunaterasu
“Would you quiet down, Pest!?” He snapped up at the giggling female.
“But Dadd-y!” She whined and landed in front of her father.
“For the last time…” The white creature began through clenched teeth. “I am not your Dad!”
The small, brown creature pouted.
“Fiiiiine…Mekaa…” She spat the last word out in a deeper, mocking tone. “But I like Daddy better.” She mumbled to herself
Meka sighed. Sometimes he just couldn’t take this creature…
“Daddy, I’m bored! Can we play a game while we look for this intruder?” the creature begged as jumped back into the air.
Meka gave her a look, but the