Here is a thread where ya'll can post short stories you want to share, They can be written by you, or your friends if they give you permission to post up their stories or short stories you want people to see that have been written already. All stories will be under the copywrite laws here and will not be used by anyone.
be mindful about the no sexual refferances though and no foul language, otherwise, enjoy. People are also free to give constructive critique, though nothing offensive please ^^
Let the writing begin~
I'll give you guys a taste, my story here has yet no title, but i'm writing it for Kindran, i said as he said to me to write how our fursona's first met. Here's what i have SO farrr for the story.... because it's a bit long to do all at once :3
-Chapter 1
~Niala~
It’s quiet, the land’s surroundings as silent as death, but is livelier than one could ever imagine. It’s the fall, the leaves gracefully changing colour and dancing in the air on their way to the ground. It’s not the end of their journey, most things are just cycled. There is birth, life, death, and after death, there is always more life; we all know this and everyone has their own story no matter how simple or complex it may be. Even something so simple as a leaf could have a curious past, present and future. Perhaps a tigress, just like the leaf she kept in her fur, tucked in behind her ear, a curious past? She was different, that’s a thing to be certain of upon sight. Not white and black, but lavender tinted stripes, slim and agile figure, and a pure snow-white coat. Her tail is longer than usual, her paws all padded purple; oh yes she’s a curious sight indeed. Her past? She’s been hunted before, kidnapped, driven out of her family pack, gone to find a human home, tortured and experimented on. The list could go on, but the story is the same. She’s an outcast. Those close to her have been lost; the tigress that roams these silent yet gaudy lands has yet to find them. Some she hasn’t met yet, some she may never see again, some to catch up with and to find love with one.
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Thick foliage splashed across the ground and the tigress’s paws relaxed, her tail scooping up star shaped leaves off of the floor of the forest. She loved the fall season, before her pack deemed her unworthy, she and her mother would play amongst the falling leaves. Her mother would shake small Halfling trees and the orange and yellow glory would pile on top of her resting body. Her mother was the only one who loved her and all through her life she had her mother as her one friend. The leaf that hid amongst her purple and black tufts of fur, behind her ear was given to her by her mother. Lavender. That was her mother’s name and the tiger thought it ironic the one name she held close would be her curse. Though she didn’t think it, she loved being able to stand out and be proud, that’s who she is. Niala. That’s who she is.
Niala leaned her body against a maple tree, looking up and watching the leaves as they gracefully headed towards the ground, admiring how they danced and twirled in the breeze. One began floating to her and she reached out a paw, her claws extending from their hiding place to reach it. The wind blew favourably against the leaf and it brushed against Niala’s paw and up her outstretched arm. She smiled, her two top fang like teeth baring over her bottom lip as the leaf brushed against her cheek fur. The warmest touch she’d been given in years… and it was by a leaf, but she didn’t mind.
Her ears began to twitch; in amongst the soft fluttering sounds of dry leaves falling to earth, a distant movement caught her attention.
One…Two…Three…Four? … Four…
Four animals lurked around her, all sensed to be coming from the same direction. They’re hunting…
Niala got up onto her paws; she stretched a little before beginning to casually stroll towards the lake. A smart grin formed on the feline’s face as she reached the large liquid basin at the bottom of a mountain range. The water so clear like crystal and so smooth and calm. She was sure to change that; her paw tapped against the surface of the calm water. A sheen of lavender swept across the water almost instantly and her ears pressed to the back of her skull, her tail flicked slowly, her eyes glistened a bright, crisp ice blue and she whispered softly.
“Bring it.”
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Niala also had a gift; an elemental control, she’d been born with the ability to control water. The moment any part of her body touched but the surface of water, it was her playground. She could manipulate from as large as the earth’s ocean, to as small as a single droplet of liquid crystal. She hated using it for pain and violence, but when she had no other choice it was her, or them.
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Niala closed her eyes and crouched close to the ground. She could feel them moving behind her, around her, getting closer. They’re hungry… but what are they? They’re bigger than her, their shadows swimming around her mind, the growls of the hungry beasts filling her ears. But still, this was going to be easy.
One of the canid beasts was only a few feet behind her now. A warm tingling sensation stretched through her body as she heard it breathing. The husky growl it gave made her jolt, her eyes squinting now.
“What do we have here boys… A little kitten?” The leader of the pack growled threateningly. She felt his fur brush against hers and she winced, the smell was like a savage death, or just a dog that hadn’t washed for years. He sat beside Niala and his paw reached out to her chin and she felt his claws press hard into her skin. It was large, muddy and rough; she looked up at him and cringed. A jet-black werewolf met her bright blue eyes; patches of fur were missing, a scar from his muzzle all the way down his left side. The sight was poorly.
“Methinks she’s a little bony though…” He smirked and let go of her and turned to his pack and looked back at Niala. She muttered to herself, her tongue rolling over her teeth as she sat there as still as she could, just staring at their watery grave to be.
“How should we feast tonight, Lord.” Niala snickered at his name quietly and the werewolf’s ears flicked and the head wolf snapped his head back to the tigress.
“We’ll decide that later, first, how to kill her,” He leant his rugged head down to Niala’s face and his wet, putrid tongue licked up her cheek “She’s an innocent one and deserves no pain... What do you say to that precious?” Niala grimaced and grunted at this, he just smiled and padded almost gracefully into the water. The others joined him and they all turned to the tigress, smiling evilly at her. Their backs all hunched over and they crouched lower into the water, Niala smiled and whispered softly and sweetly to them.
“Bye-bye”
Her finger flicked up and large bubbles of water rose up into the air, the werewolves half under them and struggling. They couldn’t breathe, and the bubbles started to freeze as an icy mist surrounded them. The weakest wolf, a nice shade of copper, stopped struggling, his body falling limp and the other two began to slow down. Lord still kept his pace and Niala looked into his dark bottle-green eyes. She glanced at the other three werewolves, all of them dead now, drowned in the air. The tigress smiled, looking back at her victim, Lord. His lifeless eyes stared back into hers and her smile disappeared. She blew air onto the wolves and all four of them merged with the bubbles, all four of them transforming into water in a lavender flash.
“Choose a better life, to take this one’s place.” She whispered. A tear dripped down the surface of her fur as the bubbles faded to mist and graced back into the water basin.
She turned her back on the scene and sat, fixing up her fur and making sure her leaf was still safe. After a moment or two she rose up, her eyes shut lightly and her head moving side to side as she tried to catch the wind in her fur. She sighed and opened her eyes slowly, beginning to continue her journey, taking the first steps now, into her new life.
Chapter 2
~Kindran~
In a clearing of the forest, there was another outcast. He, too, was a sight. Dark grey scales shimmering in the sunlight and all over his body, deep electric purple veins branched. He was a chimera like mix of cat and snake and his forked tongue slithered out as he licked his cat like lips. His teeth were all mostly fangs and he growled, following his stomach, which growled back. Kindran was his name and he was also an outcast.
He felt the warmth of mother-earth rise up into his paws and his eyes scanned his surroundings. His veins began glowing a deep violet and he crouched low to the ground, his ears were flicking and his tail was parallel to the forest floor. Whispers grew loud in his ears and he felt the air bending around his body. The PSI energy flowing throughout his body and he felt his muscles pulsing with adrenaline.
Crack.
He was off at the sound of a breaking twig his ears were like radars and were flicking vigorously at the sounds. He was incredibly fast, more so than the speed of a cheetah, dodging the forestry in his path. His drive was food. He hadn’t fed in days and even though he felt weak, his need was driving him faster and harder nonetheless. He could smell it; it was intoxicating, his fangs extending longer from his jaws and bearing over his bottom lips and his mouth was watering. He ran faster now, determined to catch his prey he took in deep breaths and ran into a shrubbery forest. Bottlebrushes and tree ferns and all the shrubs he ran past flicked into his face. He didn’t care, as he wasn’t concentrating. His red eye darkened into a crimson shade and his golden eye became brighter and he felt his prey ever closer to him.
He was out of the shrubbery patch now, he was chasing after deer. It was a Buck by his senses; large, masculine yet slow and young and he was alone. Perfect.
There was an abrupt halt and Kindran let the world catch up to him as his last few steps became padded and soft. His body lowered to the forest floor and I slunk into some bushes nestled into the foot of a giant weeping willow.
Kindran began to glow and he felt heat rushing to his claws and they became red hot.
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Kindran was also an elemental controller as his PSI energy gave him a deep connection to the balance of life. He could borrow the energy from anything living and turn it into a weapon of violence or assistance. Unlike Niala, he had only a short burst for each element at a time. Yet he could manipulate them all. Niala only has the power over one, and with that one, she controls it completely and for however long her heart desires.
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Quietly, Kindran crept around the trunk of the willow, the sweet sanguine liquid flowing through the deer’s body reached deep into Kindran’s lungs with each breath. He was set on catching his meal… He crouched not two feet away from the buck now and Kindran rubbed two claws together creating a spark.
With a focused and fiery burst of air, Kindran blew the sparks and the deer’s legs, and legs only, caught alight. Burning, the cries of the Buck tore Kindran inside. But he couldn’t let this one go away.
He leapt onto the Buck’s back and his fangs extended out as far as they could. His paws, small, yet strong and powerful, clamped onto the deer’s neck.
Snap!
It was over. No more pain, no more life and no more threats left for the deer to be cautious of in its everlasting peace. The flames stopped in a flash of blue and while the blood was still fresh, Kindran bit down into the deer’s neck. The hunger made him drink fast, though he savoured every drop. His claws retracted and he lay on top of the deer, finishing up his meal and quenching his, what seemed, ever lasting thirst.
He finished, his stomach filled with his new energy and not his hunger pains. He was satisfied and sighed in relief and he slid down and rested his body against the, still warm, carcass of the buck.
“Ever lasting peace my friend, thankyou for the life you give.”
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Kindran also hated to kill as so many have tried to kill him, but he had to, to live, to survive and defend.
He had no family to feed and no loved ones to protect, so far no friends to fight for. But he knew he would some time soon, friends, loved ones and one to love in love itself. He longed for company even though he did enjoy the solace of himself. But he wasn’t made of stone, his heart did beat and his body in its prime for another to love. It was the matter of when and who…
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He got up gracefully and his feline tail drew a spiral through the Buck’s soft fur. Kindran’s veins began to glow a brighter purple and he knelt to the ground, summoning the earth’s energy and a wave of earth and rock moved the deer’s body into the centre of the forest clearing, there a hole where the deer was lowered into the earth so he could be one with life again. Kindran’s control ceased over the earth element and he looked down into the river the Buck was drinking from and dived in.
“Take me where the current passes oh wonderful middle earth.”
And with this he drifted with the water, passing by wherever the currents took him…
Chapter 3
~Niala~
Niala roamed through a tall pine tree sector of the forest. Her paws gently padding against pine cones and dry bristled leaves. She was looking up at the partly clouded sky, which looked as if it’d been torn into pieces as all the branches and leaves stretched and collided with one another.
“A puzzle by nature.” She whispered softly to herself as she watched the branches parting the sky.
There was a clearing up ahead and in the middle of it was a lonely figure, it was drenched in darkness, an odd little cloud hanging above it, appearing as if to shelter it. Niala’s ears twitch as she picked up its lowly soft whimpering. What was it? Niala’s good natured and curious heart drove her closer to the animal. It wasn’t small, it was only curled up, its wings folded and draping over its body. It was scaly, with a mane that seemed to trail from its head to the tip of its tail; which was tucked in a tight curl at its feet.
A dragon…
It was a dark dragon. Niala was guessing a shadow master. She had an urge to run, or fight but something tugged at her, something hinting to her that she was safe. The dragon flinched a little and its scales rustled gently, shimmering in the glow of sunlight around it.
It was now dusk, Niala had been watching over the animal for hours. The dragon began to lift its head slowly and its paws unfolded from underneath it. Niala watched its body uncurl gracefully and she smiled up at the dragon admiring its powerful and virtuous figure. The dragon turned to Niala and her ice blue eyes met the dragon’s ice blue eyes and Niala could only smile.
“Good evening to you dragoness,” As she noticed the slender muscles and feminine snout. “Did you have a decent sleep?”
The dragon leered at the tigress and whispered in a deep gentle voice.
“I wasn’t sleeping…”
“Oh, well it seemed like you were,” Niala replied with a bubbly and happy tone and the dragon just stared at her. “Getting a good look? Here…” she slid into the moonlight clearing and stretched, her colouring more visible.
“Are you purple??” The dragoness looked almost amazed.
“Yep, only one of my kind too.”
“I know how that feels…” The dragon blew the cloud up and it disappeared in mist and then she looked back down at Niala.
“Niala,” She held up her paw. “Niala’s my name.”
“You’re trusting a shadow dragon?”
“No, I’m trusting you.” The dragoness knelt to the tigress’s height and looked deep into her eyes. “I know you’re not one of them.”
“No… I’m not…” The dragoness held out her finger like claw to Niala’s paw and Niala shook it, the dragoness smiled. “Nyyrikkia.”
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Nyyrikkia was a misfortunate, yet kindhearted dragon. She came from a line of bloodthirsty and vicious shadow dragons. She had a kind streak that, in her clan, was not particularly taken kind too. Not even her own family would spare her life, the clan’s leader, the only one sparing her life, had chosen her to be his mate. Nyyrikkia was powerful, more so than any other shadow dragon. But she was on the run from her brother, whom she used to hold dear. He despised her kindness and wanted to smear her out of the shadows and out of their reputation. She wasn’t running, but she didn’t want to fight him, she didn’t like killing. So she met Niala in her journey and they became close friends.
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Chapter 4
~Kindran~
He had a den; it was small, quaint, cozy and surrounded by beauty. Though it wasn’t much to meet the eye, Kindran’s past dwelled upon it.
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He was bred here a long time ago, a military camp was set up, and he was the result of a genetically mutated breeding program. He was a designed killer, but was abandoned when he refused to harm anyone. Though, despite all of the loneliness he’d felt since the age of two, Kindran felt the comfort of his parents’ love even though in life he had never gotten it. He felt what he should have had, so he stuck himself there like a cats claw weed to a cottage wall.
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Kindran’s veins began fading in colour, dulling to the shade of his scales almost, as he climbed out of the river and shook off almost every drop on him. He smiled at the familiar comfort and sat in front of his den. His tail flicked slowly and he breathed in, inhaling all he could in one breath and upon his exhale he looked at the scenery around him. He sat in a clearing, but was surrounded by a baby pine tree and fern thicket. Wild gooseberries grew beside his den and covered the mound on top. Kindran slowly got up and paced around, his ears flicking at the faint sounds of animals, living, laughing, loving and being loved in return. He smiled faintly to himself, a dry, crusted trickle of the Buck’s blood flowing from the crease in his lips. He licked it off and his smile faded.
“Monsters don’t get love,” he muttered to himself, his father’s words ringing over and over in his mind.
No love… no happiness…no, nothing.
The gentle creature headed for the mouth of his den, his gold and red eyes both watering. Oh how he longed the safety and solitude of being in another’s arms.
He looked at the veins flowing down his arm and the scales on his paws as he lay down at the rim of the den, looking out at the clearing. It seemed as soon as he left all the animals came out. A family of pheasants waddled around the mouth of his den and one of the babies came up and sat on his muzzle. He looked at the baby pheasant and smiled, his tail flicking slowly and happily. His paw came up and he began to pat it against the baby’s soft feathers. It let off a tweet and fluffed up it’s feathers, jumping off of his nose and waddling back to its family.
“I can be gentle dad… you just had to be around to see it…” he whispered and curled up on his bed of dry, green moss. His paw hung over his head and he drifted, listening to all around him as the song that sang him to sleep.
He dreamt.
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Lights were going off, welding and chains surrounded him, and he was restrained. Kindran couldn’t move now, his heart was beating faster than ever as sweat dripped down his scales. They were coming to him with machines.
What are those machines? What do they do? Help me… HELP ME!
His arms pulled against his restraints and someone came and flipped him onto his stomach. A brutal muscular hand pinched down onto his nerves held down his neck and he let off a foul hiss. Another hand began pushing down on his back and he felt something cold and flat being placed down his back and legs. He felt there was a crack somewhere on it; a harsh icy wind was funneling through it and pinching at his back.
Click.
Kindran’s ears flicked and he began breathing faster, his defense started to show as his teeth began to show and elongate. His veins all started glowing a black purple and his golden eye began glowing almost white gold, and his red eye the darkest shade of red. He began to growl and hiss. His muscles began to tense up and he struggled against the metallic restraints.
Click.
The tension was getting to him and he let off a disturbing growl, it was deep and husky but it didn’t do anything. The man holding a little device came closer and he held the device to Kindran’s neck. His eyes began to water and he let out a sorrowful moan and growl. He relaxed knowing it was useless to struggle yet his anger still writhed within him.
He felt the sharp, ice like touch of the device on the back of his neck, just under the hand that pinned him down. His breathing became shallow and rugged and it clamped onto the largest vein on him, which ran down his spine.
CLICK!
Kindran’s growls and yells were of agony and pain as he felt his vein being pulled apart from him. His body tensed up completely and he wound himself as tight as he could, trying to stop the pain. It only got worse.
His veins were being separated from his body, and a deep crimson red began to trickle from where his veins were. He was loosing blood, and fast. His torturers didn’t care; they thought he was immune to pain, being a monster.
“No love.”
“No happiness.”
“No… nothing”
The two men laughed and Kindran lay barely conscious in a deep pool of his own blood. He only opened his eye to see his torturers carrying off his veins, his only power, in a glass case.
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“NO!” He was huffing loudly at the thought and his body lifted in the blink of an eye, sweat dripping from his scales. He looked down at his paws and arms and began to purr in relief. He was safe; he was alive.
He slid out of his den and moaned. The ground was freezing but he needed to wash himself. He padded slowly to the river and held his breath, expecting the water to be freezing and he jumped in.
“What the!” He let go of his breath and his paw dipped in and out of the water repeatedly. It was warm?
It’s winter… and night surrounds us… and the water is as if it were mid summer?
He stretched and his hind paws felt colder than his front paws. The warmth wasn’t natural…
Kindran started to push against the current and towards the warmth.
me hopes ya'll read and like ^^
be mindful about the no sexual refferances though and no foul language, otherwise, enjoy. People are also free to give constructive critique, though nothing offensive please ^^
Let the writing begin~
I'll give you guys a taste, my story here has yet no title, but i'm writing it for Kindran, i said as he said to me to write how our fursona's first met. Here's what i have SO farrr for the story.... because it's a bit long to do all at once :3
-Chapter 1
~Niala~
It’s quiet, the land’s surroundings as silent as death, but is livelier than one could ever imagine. It’s the fall, the leaves gracefully changing colour and dancing in the air on their way to the ground. It’s not the end of their journey, most things are just cycled. There is birth, life, death, and after death, there is always more life; we all know this and everyone has their own story no matter how simple or complex it may be. Even something so simple as a leaf could have a curious past, present and future. Perhaps a tigress, just like the leaf she kept in her fur, tucked in behind her ear, a curious past? She was different, that’s a thing to be certain of upon sight. Not white and black, but lavender tinted stripes, slim and agile figure, and a pure snow-white coat. Her tail is longer than usual, her paws all padded purple; oh yes she’s a curious sight indeed. Her past? She’s been hunted before, kidnapped, driven out of her family pack, gone to find a human home, tortured and experimented on. The list could go on, but the story is the same. She’s an outcast. Those close to her have been lost; the tigress that roams these silent yet gaudy lands has yet to find them. Some she hasn’t met yet, some she may never see again, some to catch up with and to find love with one.
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Thick foliage splashed across the ground and the tigress’s paws relaxed, her tail scooping up star shaped leaves off of the floor of the forest. She loved the fall season, before her pack deemed her unworthy, she and her mother would play amongst the falling leaves. Her mother would shake small Halfling trees and the orange and yellow glory would pile on top of her resting body. Her mother was the only one who loved her and all through her life she had her mother as her one friend. The leaf that hid amongst her purple and black tufts of fur, behind her ear was given to her by her mother. Lavender. That was her mother’s name and the tiger thought it ironic the one name she held close would be her curse. Though she didn’t think it, she loved being able to stand out and be proud, that’s who she is. Niala. That’s who she is.
Niala leaned her body against a maple tree, looking up and watching the leaves as they gracefully headed towards the ground, admiring how they danced and twirled in the breeze. One began floating to her and she reached out a paw, her claws extending from their hiding place to reach it. The wind blew favourably against the leaf and it brushed against Niala’s paw and up her outstretched arm. She smiled, her two top fang like teeth baring over her bottom lip as the leaf brushed against her cheek fur. The warmest touch she’d been given in years… and it was by a leaf, but she didn’t mind.
Her ears began to twitch; in amongst the soft fluttering sounds of dry leaves falling to earth, a distant movement caught her attention.
One…Two…Three…Four? … Four…
Four animals lurked around her, all sensed to be coming from the same direction. They’re hunting…
Niala got up onto her paws; she stretched a little before beginning to casually stroll towards the lake. A smart grin formed on the feline’s face as she reached the large liquid basin at the bottom of a mountain range. The water so clear like crystal and so smooth and calm. She was sure to change that; her paw tapped against the surface of the calm water. A sheen of lavender swept across the water almost instantly and her ears pressed to the back of her skull, her tail flicked slowly, her eyes glistened a bright, crisp ice blue and she whispered softly.
“Bring it.”
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Niala also had a gift; an elemental control, she’d been born with the ability to control water. The moment any part of her body touched but the surface of water, it was her playground. She could manipulate from as large as the earth’s ocean, to as small as a single droplet of liquid crystal. She hated using it for pain and violence, but when she had no other choice it was her, or them.
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Niala closed her eyes and crouched close to the ground. She could feel them moving behind her, around her, getting closer. They’re hungry… but what are they? They’re bigger than her, their shadows swimming around her mind, the growls of the hungry beasts filling her ears. But still, this was going to be easy.
One of the canid beasts was only a few feet behind her now. A warm tingling sensation stretched through her body as she heard it breathing. The husky growl it gave made her jolt, her eyes squinting now.
“What do we have here boys… A little kitten?” The leader of the pack growled threateningly. She felt his fur brush against hers and she winced, the smell was like a savage death, or just a dog that hadn’t washed for years. He sat beside Niala and his paw reached out to her chin and she felt his claws press hard into her skin. It was large, muddy and rough; she looked up at him and cringed. A jet-black werewolf met her bright blue eyes; patches of fur were missing, a scar from his muzzle all the way down his left side. The sight was poorly.
“Methinks she’s a little bony though…” He smirked and let go of her and turned to his pack and looked back at Niala. She muttered to herself, her tongue rolling over her teeth as she sat there as still as she could, just staring at their watery grave to be.
“How should we feast tonight, Lord.” Niala snickered at his name quietly and the werewolf’s ears flicked and the head wolf snapped his head back to the tigress.
“We’ll decide that later, first, how to kill her,” He leant his rugged head down to Niala’s face and his wet, putrid tongue licked up her cheek “She’s an innocent one and deserves no pain... What do you say to that precious?” Niala grimaced and grunted at this, he just smiled and padded almost gracefully into the water. The others joined him and they all turned to the tigress, smiling evilly at her. Their backs all hunched over and they crouched lower into the water, Niala smiled and whispered softly and sweetly to them.
“Bye-bye”
Her finger flicked up and large bubbles of water rose up into the air, the werewolves half under them and struggling. They couldn’t breathe, and the bubbles started to freeze as an icy mist surrounded them. The weakest wolf, a nice shade of copper, stopped struggling, his body falling limp and the other two began to slow down. Lord still kept his pace and Niala looked into his dark bottle-green eyes. She glanced at the other three werewolves, all of them dead now, drowned in the air. The tigress smiled, looking back at her victim, Lord. His lifeless eyes stared back into hers and her smile disappeared. She blew air onto the wolves and all four of them merged with the bubbles, all four of them transforming into water in a lavender flash.
“Choose a better life, to take this one’s place.” She whispered. A tear dripped down the surface of her fur as the bubbles faded to mist and graced back into the water basin.
She turned her back on the scene and sat, fixing up her fur and making sure her leaf was still safe. After a moment or two she rose up, her eyes shut lightly and her head moving side to side as she tried to catch the wind in her fur. She sighed and opened her eyes slowly, beginning to continue her journey, taking the first steps now, into her new life.
Chapter 2
~Kindran~
In a clearing of the forest, there was another outcast. He, too, was a sight. Dark grey scales shimmering in the sunlight and all over his body, deep electric purple veins branched. He was a chimera like mix of cat and snake and his forked tongue slithered out as he licked his cat like lips. His teeth were all mostly fangs and he growled, following his stomach, which growled back. Kindran was his name and he was also an outcast.
He felt the warmth of mother-earth rise up into his paws and his eyes scanned his surroundings. His veins began glowing a deep violet and he crouched low to the ground, his ears were flicking and his tail was parallel to the forest floor. Whispers grew loud in his ears and he felt the air bending around his body. The PSI energy flowing throughout his body and he felt his muscles pulsing with adrenaline.
Crack.
He was off at the sound of a breaking twig his ears were like radars and were flicking vigorously at the sounds. He was incredibly fast, more so than the speed of a cheetah, dodging the forestry in his path. His drive was food. He hadn’t fed in days and even though he felt weak, his need was driving him faster and harder nonetheless. He could smell it; it was intoxicating, his fangs extending longer from his jaws and bearing over his bottom lips and his mouth was watering. He ran faster now, determined to catch his prey he took in deep breaths and ran into a shrubbery forest. Bottlebrushes and tree ferns and all the shrubs he ran past flicked into his face. He didn’t care, as he wasn’t concentrating. His red eye darkened into a crimson shade and his golden eye became brighter and he felt his prey ever closer to him.
He was out of the shrubbery patch now, he was chasing after deer. It was a Buck by his senses; large, masculine yet slow and young and he was alone. Perfect.
There was an abrupt halt and Kindran let the world catch up to him as his last few steps became padded and soft. His body lowered to the forest floor and I slunk into some bushes nestled into the foot of a giant weeping willow.
Kindran began to glow and he felt heat rushing to his claws and they became red hot.
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Kindran was also an elemental controller as his PSI energy gave him a deep connection to the balance of life. He could borrow the energy from anything living and turn it into a weapon of violence or assistance. Unlike Niala, he had only a short burst for each element at a time. Yet he could manipulate them all. Niala only has the power over one, and with that one, she controls it completely and for however long her heart desires.
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Quietly, Kindran crept around the trunk of the willow, the sweet sanguine liquid flowing through the deer’s body reached deep into Kindran’s lungs with each breath. He was set on catching his meal… He crouched not two feet away from the buck now and Kindran rubbed two claws together creating a spark.
With a focused and fiery burst of air, Kindran blew the sparks and the deer’s legs, and legs only, caught alight. Burning, the cries of the Buck tore Kindran inside. But he couldn’t let this one go away.
He leapt onto the Buck’s back and his fangs extended out as far as they could. His paws, small, yet strong and powerful, clamped onto the deer’s neck.
Snap!
It was over. No more pain, no more life and no more threats left for the deer to be cautious of in its everlasting peace. The flames stopped in a flash of blue and while the blood was still fresh, Kindran bit down into the deer’s neck. The hunger made him drink fast, though he savoured every drop. His claws retracted and he lay on top of the deer, finishing up his meal and quenching his, what seemed, ever lasting thirst.
He finished, his stomach filled with his new energy and not his hunger pains. He was satisfied and sighed in relief and he slid down and rested his body against the, still warm, carcass of the buck.
“Ever lasting peace my friend, thankyou for the life you give.”
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Kindran also hated to kill as so many have tried to kill him, but he had to, to live, to survive and defend.
He had no family to feed and no loved ones to protect, so far no friends to fight for. But he knew he would some time soon, friends, loved ones and one to love in love itself. He longed for company even though he did enjoy the solace of himself. But he wasn’t made of stone, his heart did beat and his body in its prime for another to love. It was the matter of when and who…
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He got up gracefully and his feline tail drew a spiral through the Buck’s soft fur. Kindran’s veins began to glow a brighter purple and he knelt to the ground, summoning the earth’s energy and a wave of earth and rock moved the deer’s body into the centre of the forest clearing, there a hole where the deer was lowered into the earth so he could be one with life again. Kindran’s control ceased over the earth element and he looked down into the river the Buck was drinking from and dived in.
“Take me where the current passes oh wonderful middle earth.”
And with this he drifted with the water, passing by wherever the currents took him…
Chapter 3
~Niala~
Niala roamed through a tall pine tree sector of the forest. Her paws gently padding against pine cones and dry bristled leaves. She was looking up at the partly clouded sky, which looked as if it’d been torn into pieces as all the branches and leaves stretched and collided with one another.
“A puzzle by nature.” She whispered softly to herself as she watched the branches parting the sky.
There was a clearing up ahead and in the middle of it was a lonely figure, it was drenched in darkness, an odd little cloud hanging above it, appearing as if to shelter it. Niala’s ears twitch as she picked up its lowly soft whimpering. What was it? Niala’s good natured and curious heart drove her closer to the animal. It wasn’t small, it was only curled up, its wings folded and draping over its body. It was scaly, with a mane that seemed to trail from its head to the tip of its tail; which was tucked in a tight curl at its feet.
A dragon…
It was a dark dragon. Niala was guessing a shadow master. She had an urge to run, or fight but something tugged at her, something hinting to her that she was safe. The dragon flinched a little and its scales rustled gently, shimmering in the glow of sunlight around it.
It was now dusk, Niala had been watching over the animal for hours. The dragon began to lift its head slowly and its paws unfolded from underneath it. Niala watched its body uncurl gracefully and she smiled up at the dragon admiring its powerful and virtuous figure. The dragon turned to Niala and her ice blue eyes met the dragon’s ice blue eyes and Niala could only smile.
“Good evening to you dragoness,” As she noticed the slender muscles and feminine snout. “Did you have a decent sleep?”
The dragon leered at the tigress and whispered in a deep gentle voice.
“I wasn’t sleeping…”
“Oh, well it seemed like you were,” Niala replied with a bubbly and happy tone and the dragon just stared at her. “Getting a good look? Here…” she slid into the moonlight clearing and stretched, her colouring more visible.
“Are you purple??” The dragoness looked almost amazed.
“Yep, only one of my kind too.”
“I know how that feels…” The dragon blew the cloud up and it disappeared in mist and then she looked back down at Niala.
“Niala,” She held up her paw. “Niala’s my name.”
“You’re trusting a shadow dragon?”
“No, I’m trusting you.” The dragoness knelt to the tigress’s height and looked deep into her eyes. “I know you’re not one of them.”
“No… I’m not…” The dragoness held out her finger like claw to Niala’s paw and Niala shook it, the dragoness smiled. “Nyyrikkia.”
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Nyyrikkia was a misfortunate, yet kindhearted dragon. She came from a line of bloodthirsty and vicious shadow dragons. She had a kind streak that, in her clan, was not particularly taken kind too. Not even her own family would spare her life, the clan’s leader, the only one sparing her life, had chosen her to be his mate. Nyyrikkia was powerful, more so than any other shadow dragon. But she was on the run from her brother, whom she used to hold dear. He despised her kindness and wanted to smear her out of the shadows and out of their reputation. She wasn’t running, but she didn’t want to fight him, she didn’t like killing. So she met Niala in her journey and they became close friends.
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Chapter 4
~Kindran~
He had a den; it was small, quaint, cozy and surrounded by beauty. Though it wasn’t much to meet the eye, Kindran’s past dwelled upon it.
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He was bred here a long time ago, a military camp was set up, and he was the result of a genetically mutated breeding program. He was a designed killer, but was abandoned when he refused to harm anyone. Though, despite all of the loneliness he’d felt since the age of two, Kindran felt the comfort of his parents’ love even though in life he had never gotten it. He felt what he should have had, so he stuck himself there like a cats claw weed to a cottage wall.
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Kindran’s veins began fading in colour, dulling to the shade of his scales almost, as he climbed out of the river and shook off almost every drop on him. He smiled at the familiar comfort and sat in front of his den. His tail flicked slowly and he breathed in, inhaling all he could in one breath and upon his exhale he looked at the scenery around him. He sat in a clearing, but was surrounded by a baby pine tree and fern thicket. Wild gooseberries grew beside his den and covered the mound on top. Kindran slowly got up and paced around, his ears flicking at the faint sounds of animals, living, laughing, loving and being loved in return. He smiled faintly to himself, a dry, crusted trickle of the Buck’s blood flowing from the crease in his lips. He licked it off and his smile faded.
“Monsters don’t get love,” he muttered to himself, his father’s words ringing over and over in his mind.
No love… no happiness…no, nothing.
The gentle creature headed for the mouth of his den, his gold and red eyes both watering. Oh how he longed the safety and solitude of being in another’s arms.
He looked at the veins flowing down his arm and the scales on his paws as he lay down at the rim of the den, looking out at the clearing. It seemed as soon as he left all the animals came out. A family of pheasants waddled around the mouth of his den and one of the babies came up and sat on his muzzle. He looked at the baby pheasant and smiled, his tail flicking slowly and happily. His paw came up and he began to pat it against the baby’s soft feathers. It let off a tweet and fluffed up it’s feathers, jumping off of his nose and waddling back to its family.
“I can be gentle dad… you just had to be around to see it…” he whispered and curled up on his bed of dry, green moss. His paw hung over his head and he drifted, listening to all around him as the song that sang him to sleep.
He dreamt.
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Lights were going off, welding and chains surrounded him, and he was restrained. Kindran couldn’t move now, his heart was beating faster than ever as sweat dripped down his scales. They were coming to him with machines.
What are those machines? What do they do? Help me… HELP ME!
His arms pulled against his restraints and someone came and flipped him onto his stomach. A brutal muscular hand pinched down onto his nerves held down his neck and he let off a foul hiss. Another hand began pushing down on his back and he felt something cold and flat being placed down his back and legs. He felt there was a crack somewhere on it; a harsh icy wind was funneling through it and pinching at his back.
Click.
Kindran’s ears flicked and he began breathing faster, his defense started to show as his teeth began to show and elongate. His veins all started glowing a black purple and his golden eye began glowing almost white gold, and his red eye the darkest shade of red. He began to growl and hiss. His muscles began to tense up and he struggled against the metallic restraints.
Click.
The tension was getting to him and he let off a disturbing growl, it was deep and husky but it didn’t do anything. The man holding a little device came closer and he held the device to Kindran’s neck. His eyes began to water and he let out a sorrowful moan and growl. He relaxed knowing it was useless to struggle yet his anger still writhed within him.
He felt the sharp, ice like touch of the device on the back of his neck, just under the hand that pinned him down. His breathing became shallow and rugged and it clamped onto the largest vein on him, which ran down his spine.
CLICK!
Kindran’s growls and yells were of agony and pain as he felt his vein being pulled apart from him. His body tensed up completely and he wound himself as tight as he could, trying to stop the pain. It only got worse.
His veins were being separated from his body, and a deep crimson red began to trickle from where his veins were. He was loosing blood, and fast. His torturers didn’t care; they thought he was immune to pain, being a monster.
“No love.”
“No happiness.”
“No… nothing”
The two men laughed and Kindran lay barely conscious in a deep pool of his own blood. He only opened his eye to see his torturers carrying off his veins, his only power, in a glass case.
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“NO!” He was huffing loudly at the thought and his body lifted in the blink of an eye, sweat dripping from his scales. He looked down at his paws and arms and began to purr in relief. He was safe; he was alive.
He slid out of his den and moaned. The ground was freezing but he needed to wash himself. He padded slowly to the river and held his breath, expecting the water to be freezing and he jumped in.
“What the!” He let go of his breath and his paw dipped in and out of the water repeatedly. It was warm?
It’s winter… and night surrounds us… and the water is as if it were mid summer?
He stretched and his hind paws felt colder than his front paws. The warmth wasn’t natural…
Kindran started to push against the current and towards the warmth.
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