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SF Round Three - page 8Salem cast an illusion upon his foeSF Round Three - page 8 by Cloudbat
Yet it found it made real as it began to grow
Allele gave in to her memory's urge
Body moving onward - mind less sure
What is faith? Trust, devotion, belief?
Is it worth ignoring reality for a sense of relief?
Before her are friends - faces no longer causing fright
She doesn't have time to wonder - she knows it is time to fight
Her voice rings with divine promise as children face their foes
With makeshift weapons they rush and go
At first there is surprise that they would resist
There are indignant calls for them to desist
I trusted that life was something worth living
But this tide cannot be stemmed; it is born of years
Of helpless hatred and terrible fears
Its leader disliked, but that matters not;
She will lead them to victory! She will not let them rot!
The children now killers for the sake of their homes
Claws rip against muscle and mouths tear through bone
Some begin to retreat, horrified at their deeds
Allele, though now l
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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