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6 May (Sat)

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27 May (Sat)

  • Anyang Youth Festival - 4:30PM

28 May (Sun)

  •  J-TROT Youth Trot Festival - 7PM 
morning and night, ii

fandom: yuri on ice
pairing: viktuuri
summary: the whimsical continuation, in which someone steals the moon
notes: inspired by @beanpots damn pretty Day and Night AU, reversed, also on ao3

part 1

The night became a void.

It became dull and hollow and empty. The setting of the sun didn’t reveal the stars that had been strung there for so long. There was no lustre to the sky. No luxurious rumpling of pale blue-grey silk that fell to cobalt dye, that in turn surrendered to the gleaming black of deep space. Only a scraping of dimness from horizon to horizon, occasionally shredded by lost clouds. There was no moon.

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Echoes of the past.

The light was bright in her eyes as the wind fully engulfed her. There stood a small child. Her face hovered over Izzy’s. The familiar green eyes and red hair. It was her younger sister. Sweet freckled face of youth. She sat up looking about. They were in their favorite part of the woods. The trees normally would provide shade in this particular part but alas, there was a storm that struck down an older tree that was giving away to woodrot. “Isa, ya comin’ fer dinner. Its almost time an ma, pa, an uncle are watin.” Her familiar voice would send her younger bodied self into disbelief. The tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. “Kanna? How is this possible.. I killed ya.” She looked down to her body as she saw herself when she was fourteen. She kept scanning her body as the younger girl looked at her with concern “Isa? Whats tha matter? Ya look normal.” The girl had her head tilted to her older sister, confusion written all over her face. Izzy had walked over to her, hesitant to give her the slightest touch. She had to muster enough courage for it. In her mind her thoughts were a mess. She knew how her family met their untimely demise. How it all went about but there she stood. Something her heart and mind would never forget. She would take a breath before grabbing both of her shoulders and shaking her. “Wha-a” the younger sister would only cry to her sudden treatment. Izzy questioned herself as she seemed real. Fully standing as she scanned the forest. 

The familiar setting and sinking feeling she knew all too well. Once she turned back the charming smaller version of her had morphed into a woman with a distorted face and wicked smile. She wore an alchemist’s robes. The woman pouring an odd looking liquid into another vial she held. The color changed from a vibrant green to a toxic looking red. It bubbled and hissed as she tried to walk back. *clink clink* Her heart sank as she heard the rattle of her chains.They were rusted, old jagged chains that would often dig into her skin. The sore wrists would often be bare of any skin and a nauseating stench to it. Izzy had tried her best to break free but she was in a younger, weakened body. There wasn’t much meat to her bones, her normally rich bouncy fiery red hair was thin and short. almost a buzzcut. Her eyes lacked luster matched with sunken dark rings around her eyes. She watch as this woman approached her with a menacing laugh. “Now my love, this will only sting. Hopefully its not as weak as last time. I was expecting more than just foaming at the mouth and spasms.” The woman shrugged. There was a needle in one hand and small knife in the other. “Now open wide, don’t make me flay another part of your body.” She sung as she spoke. The words ringing in her ears. Slowly she tried to back away to no avail. 

There was a huge burly man that wrapped such huge hands around her tiny frame. She was afraid he would snap her in half. With a low rumble of a voice “The masters want her for a show.” The voice was almost inhuman. “Oh right when I was about to have my fun. Tch, take her away then.” The woman easily dismissed her like if she was dirt. The burly man only unhooked where the chain was placed. He started pulling her, making her walk and wrists bleed with every jerk. Finally, the room that has haunted her for all of her captivity. There was a furnace going in the corner, some branding irons already heated up. Izzy could see the heat emanating from the opening, The iron an almost golden color illuminating from what she could see from the brander. There were many people gathered. Rows of seats as their piercing gaze caught her attention. It had finally clicked in her head just what was about to happen. She shook her head, her body having their own trembles as she looked to a masked man that stood by the head. A noble man next to him. As frightened as she was she spat in his direction. His reaction was to backhand her. She fell to the floor easily. A light thud as she landed. The hulking man pulled her up by the chain, it digging into her sore injuries cause her to grit her teeth from the pain. He had then placed one of the loops on a hook in the middle of the room. There she stood, dirty ripped linen clothing, dirty face and many injuries covering her body. 

The nobleman turned to his audience. A powerful cheery voice as he spoke to the crowd. “Now my people of the same class. Everyone here has voted for the next round of experiments, That will come later. As for now, this rat tries daily to run. The stupid brat should learn her place. Her owners have given us instruction as for how to handle this small hiccup in our daily lives. Here and now you will all witness their marking onto a valuable rat for our pleasure.” There was a distasteful laughing coming from him as she lifted his cane, using its base to jab her right in the forehead. “Guh!..” She cried out in pain as there was a small cut, it now making a stream of blood going down. “Let us begin.” The man stepped behind the railing as he too took a seat to walk their ‘show’. The burly man had bent down to strap her feet to the ground so there would be minimal movements from a fully vulnerable Izzy. She looked to him with pleading dead eyes. The man only shrugged without remorse as he walked out of the room. 

There was a wicked smile to the masked mad that stood before her. He licked his lips in a perversely degrading way. Izzy could only tremble as she awaits her pain. Her eyes now wide as the man pulled out the pure white branding iron from the flames, The head emanating so clearly as it inched closer. He would wave it in her face as she instinctively flinched away from it. He circled around her as he found his target. The special instructions from her captors. He nodded once to the crowd. Izzy was frozen in the moment, only motion from her was her tears as the brought down the brander on her lower back. The most gut-wrenching pained yell roared from that small body..

Izzy was in her bed sleeping next to her betrothed. A sudden scream came from her as she was in a deep slumber. Her body was covered in sweat, slightly soaking her side of the bed. She clawed at where her scarred lower back was. There were dermal piercings set in place on her lower back, a reminder of her branding in her youth. The branding itself was scratched off ages ago after she was given the cursed form. Her worgen form. She rolled onto the side trying to frantically claw at herself with her human nails. The small bump of a stomach would get caught in her scrunching up her body for she was reliving her past, She shot up, sweat-drenched, her red hair plastered on her forehead. She still felt like she was screaming as her body shivered. She stayed in a bit of a trance as she sat there.


Not Love At First Sight- Baekhyun (Part 14)

 Part 13  Part 15 

You were applying a final layer of lip-gloss when you heard your door bell ring, making thousands of butterflies fill your stomach. You looked over at the clock on your wall, it was 7pm, which meant that Baekhyun was here to pick you up for your first date. You couldn’t deny the fact that you were nervous. You had never been so nervous in your life. Although you’d been out with Baekhyun a million times and tonight would be no different besides the fact that you were now going out together as boyfriend and girlfriend. After your confession to Baekhyun last night, you two decided that it would make both of you happy to continue your relationship as more than just friends. So now Baekhyun was taking you to the local festival that was in town for the day to look at the little stalls, try different foods, go on carnival rides and then watch the firework display at the end of the night- and you were so excited for it that you could hardly keep the smile off of your face.

You looked at yourself in the full length mirror one last time, making sure you looked okay, before going to open the door to greet Baekhyun. Your heart was pounding as you opened it, but the moment you saw the smile on his face, you felt more giddy than nervous. His hands were behind his back when you opened the door, but when he saw you, he brought them round to the front, revealing a big bouquet of colourful flowers.

‘For you’ He greeted, handing the flowers to you with a smile on his face

'Hyunie, they are beautiful’ You replied, taking them from him as you stepped to the side so Baekhyun could walk in

'But not as beautiful as you’ He chimed, making you blush. He stepped towards you and you stepped on your tip-toes to press your lips against his sweetly and you smiled when Baekhyun smiled into the kiss, sighing happily

'I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to that’ He grinned, making you giggle as you pulled away

'Neither am I’ You said 'Let me go put these in some water and then we can get going, okay?’ You made your way to the kitchen to place the flowers in a vase of water before you and Baekhyun were off to the festival.

'There’s a photo booth, Y/N! Let’s go take pictures’ Baekhyun chimed as he pulled you along with him towards the photo booth, both of you laughing. You waited until the booth was empty before walking inside and sitting on the bench.

'We have to do cute pictures, okay?’ You said as you put the money into the machine and pressing on the start button

'Please, I’m always cute’ Baekhyun laughed

You smiled at him 'You really are’ While you were paying more attention to how cute Baekhyun was, the machine flashed

'Wait, I wasn’t ready!’ You complained, making Baekhyun laugh

'Quick, three seconds until the next one!’ He said 'Do buing buing’ So you both did the best aegyo you could do and the machine flashed again. There was two more photos left so for the next one you kissed Baekhyun on the cheek, and for the last one, Baekhyun pulled you onto his lap and kissed you sweetly, both of you smiling.

You both waited outside the booth for your photos to be dispensed and you couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks when you saw them. The first one was your favourite, although it was the one where you were not prepared, Baekhyun was doing that smile that you adored, while you were smiling at him. You were sure you were looking at him like you always had been, but you’d never really noticed how lovingly you looked at him. You understood how both of your friends had thought you were in love with him, if they were seeing you look at Baekhyun like that all the time, it was hard not to think it

'We are adorable’ Baekhyun hummed as he hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder

'The cutest’ You agreed, turning in his arms to look up at him

'What do you want to do now? We could go and get some food or…'He trailed off, looking up and you followed his gaze. He was looking at a giant Ferris Wheel that made you feel sick just by looking at it

'Oh no, you know I hate heights’ You whined, shaking your head

Baekhyun laughed, taking hold of your hand and entwining your fingers 'Come on, it will be fun, I’ll protect you’ He was speaking in that cute voice of his that made you do anything he wanted you to- and right now you were hating it

'You can’t protect me if we both fall off it! It’s terrifying’ You complained. You had always hated carnival rides; full of fear that they weren’t built properly and you’d be unlucky enough to end up like someone on Final Destination.

'There’s people on it right now! It will be fine, I promise’ He smiled as he began walking towards it, pulling you with him

'Hyunie, I’m scared’ You whined as you were next in line

'We will be fine’ He assured you, motioning for you to get in first, which you did, though it was unwillingly.

'You can’t be so sure about that’ You sighed as Baekhyun sat next to you

The carny laughed at you 'Don’t be so scared, as long as you don’t move the cart, you’ll be fine’

And with that, the ride started moving and you shrieked, holding onto the bar in front of you- which really wasn’t doing much protecting at all, to be honest. Baekhyun was laughing at how terrified you looked as the ride went around

'It’s not funny! I hate things like this, why do you have to be so cute that I can’t say no?! If I die, I will come back from the dead, just to haunt you!’ You rambled, closing your eyes the higher you got. The ride stopped and you shrieked, worrying something was wrong

'Why did it stop?! Oh my god, we are going to die! Why did I agree to this?!’ You cried and all you could hear was Baekhyun laughing at you

'Open your eyes, baby’ He said as you felt his hand on your cheek. It took you a few seconds, but you opened your eyes and looked around you. Although you were still terrified, it was beautiful. You could see the whole of the festival from up here and beyond the river into the city.

'Wow’ You mumbled

'Told you there’s nothing to be scared of’ He smiled as he leaned forward to kiss you. It was a soft kiss that made you forget you were 300 ft in the air and your head spin as you let go of the bar in front of you to cup his face. As you pulled away, you thought of an idea

'I LOVE YOU BYUN BAEKHYUN’ You screamed as loud as you could, making Baekhyun laugh

'I LOVE YOU MORE, Y/L/N Y/N’ He screamed too before leaning forward to kiss you again. You had forgotten about your fear for carnival rides until the one you were on starting moving again, making you shriek and put your hands back onto the railing, closing your eyes tight as you listened to Baekhyun laugh at how silly you were acting.

'As beautiful as that was, I prefer it when my feet are on the ground’ You sighed as you stepped off the ride.

'Oh really?’ Baekhyun said, raising an eyebrow before lifting you up in his arms and spinning you around

'It’s fine when you’re holding me, because you make me feel safe’ You said when he came to a stop. Your words made Baekhyun blush and you giggled at how cute he was being. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, so you pulled him closer to you, so you could kiss him

'Wanna go get some food before the fireworks?’ He whispered against your lips and you nodded, agreeing with him.

You two walked towards a stall that sold a variety of food and Baekhyun went to order while you sat on a bench, watching a young boy and girl blowing bubbles at each other. You smiled at the thought that you and Baekhyun were once like that. Two children who were friends and found comfort with each other. And now, you were so much more and although it was strange to think of how far the two of you had come, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your name being called, but it wasn’t Baekhyun. You looked up to see SeoJun smiling down at you.

'What do you want?’ You mumbled, turning your attention back towards the two children

'I just wanted to say hi, see how you were’ He said, taking a seat across from you, blocking your view from the children and making you look at him

'Hi, I’m great’ You answered in a mocking tone

'You know I never meant it when I said I didn’t love you’ He said smiling

You rolled your eyes 'Honestly, that night is extremely blurry, but I don’t care, SeoJun’

'Are you here alone? Maybe we could go and watch the fireworks together?’ He suggested and you shook your head

'Actually-’ You were cut off by the sound of Baekhyun calling your name. You smiled at him as you stood up

'Oh, you’re here with Baekhyun?’ SeoJun said, greeting him and Baekhyun greeted back politely

'Yes I’m here with Baekhyun’ You said 'My boyfriend’ You finished, smiling at Baekhyun who looked quite shocked to hear you say those words and he looked even more shocked when you kissed him but when he saw the look on SeoJun’s face, he smiled at you, feeling proud that he was, in fact, your boyfriend

'Wh-what? You two are together?’ He stuttered

You nodded 'Yes, we are’ SeoJun was staring at both of you in disbelief and you couldn’t help but smile

'The fireworks are going to start soon, we should get going, baby’ Baekhyun said warmly, smiling at you

'Okay, it was nice seeing you, SeoJun’ You said. Although you would have rather have not seen him, it was priceless to see the look of dread and awe on his face. SeoJun mumbled a goodbye, barely audible to you as you and Baekhyun began making your way to the grounds where the fireworks were going to be.

'Did you see his face?!’ Baekhyun laughed

'He’s just mad that all his worries were true and that I’ve got someone so much better than him’ You replied, laughing too.

You two ate your food on the way to the grounds and were waiting for the fireworks to be set off. Baekhyun was standing behind you, his fingers entwined with yours as his hands were wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head. He was swaying the both of you lightly, humming along to a song, making you smile.

'I was so nervous for today’ He said suddenly

He hadn’t shown that he was nervous at all, he seemed calmer than you 'Why, we’ve been out together before?’ You asked, turning around to face him

He chuckled 'I know, but not like this, I’ve been dreaming about going on a proper date with you for so long and I’ve been so nervous before when we went out as just friends because I was always worried that I would say something that was a bit too friendly or not being to stop myself from kissing you’ You giggled at his words

'Maybe you should have kissed me, it would have put me in my right mind a lot sooner’ You joked

'I really wish I had, If I knew that all it was take was telling you how I felt and then kissing you for you to say it back, I would have listened to Suho a lot sooner’ He laughed, tucking your hair behind your ear

'Well, all that matters is that we are together now, no matter how long it took, things are finally right’ You said smiling up at him

'I was nervous because I wanted to impress you today’ He carried on and you frowned at him

'Impress me? Baek, you don’t need to impress me, even as friends, I thought you were perfect and even more so now’ You replied, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling his warm skin radiating against your cold hand.

'Not as perfect as you, Y/N’ He sighed before leaning down to kiss you gently, his hands wrapping tighter around your waist to pull you against him. Your hands wrapped around his neck and you smiled as he sighed against your lips.

Moments later you heard the fireworks begin to go off 'Literally fireworks’ Baekhyun said against your lips, making you laugh before you pressed your lips back against his. The fireworks that you had wanted to see were suddenly not as interesting to you anymore; you were more interested in kissing the person you loved, feeling his arms holding you tight and safely against his body. This was all you could ever want, and you were glad that you had finally figured it out.

Reminder that the prequel exists

The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted ‘whoa!’ Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street. “We’ve got ’em now!” cried PC Anderson excitedly. “That’s a dead end!”

Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit. There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour’s chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crashing towards them like some growling, luminous-eyed predator. There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.

“Get off the bike!” he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.

They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wind mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter’s guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band.

“No helmets!” Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. “Exceeding the speed limit by – by a considerable amount!” (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) “Failing to stop for the police!”

“We’d have loved to stop for a chat,” said the boy in glasses, “only we were trying —” “Don’t get smart – you two are in a heap of trouble!” snarled Anderson. “Names!”

“Names?” repeated the long-haired driver. “Er – well, let’s see. There’s Wilberforce… Bathsheba… Elvendork…”

“And what’s nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl,” said the boy in glasses.

“Oh, OUR names, did you mean?” asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. “You should’ve said! This here is James Potter, and I’m Sirius Black!”

“Things’ll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little —” But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.

For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than — “Drumsticks?” jeered Anderson. “Right pair of jokers, aren’t you? Right, we’re arresting you on a charge of —”

But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved. The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying – actually FLYING – up the alley on broomsticks – and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.

Fisher’s knees bucked; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher’s legs and fell on top of him, as FLUMP – BANG – CRUNCH – they heard the men on brooms slam into the upended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.

The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.

“Thanks very much!” called Sirius over the throb of the engine. “We owe you one!” “Yeah, nice meeting you!” said James. “And don’t forget: Elvendork! It’s unisex!” There was an earth-shattering crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle’s turn to rear. Before the policemen’s disbelieving eyes, it took off into the air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.

anonymous asked:

Dragon rider au for tfc?

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“Ooh, that’s not good.”

“What’s not good?”

“Dragon. It’s saddled. Ten o'clock.”

Aaron snatched the eye-glass from Nicky, squinting into the horizon. The Palmetto base laid in the midst of the mistiest mountain range in the kingdom, a location that was hell to get to without an agile serpentine dragon (of which Palmetto proudly and illegally stabled two) for a good reason. Though Wymack and Winfield made annual trips into the surrounding lands to recruit apprentices and aids, they weren’t a fan of uninvited outsiders. Isolation - a slice of peace, a chance to breathe, a land apart - was their key selling point.

A bulky, red, two legged wyvern and its rider was definitely, definitely uninvited.

“Should we close the gates?” Nicky asked. “And the sky-port?”

Aaron watched the creature climb over a jagged peak, its leathery wings working hard to keep it aloft. It didn’t move as fast as one would expect. If its rider meant them harm, they were being awfully bad about it.

“Not our call,” Aaron finally decided. “Let’s get Wymack.”

“He’s out,” Nicky reminded him, fretting,  "so, uh, Dan, maybe,“ already turning to race and find her. Close on his heels, Aaron followed.

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rhysiana replied to your post “In case anybody was wondering, I’m still stuck in Paradex soulmate…”

I…am not seeing the problem? Because I will read SO MANY WORDS about them. *waits patiently, hands folded Tango-style*

omfg thank you for being with me in my hour of need.  <3  3500 word continuation of the Paradex soulmate AU because I LOVE PAIN, references to child abuse, oblique approach to financial abuse.  Also contains, you know, Catholicism being very Catholic.

Summary:   Kent looks down at his plate, fingers twitching on his fork.  "I don’t think that I’m good enough for your son,“ he says finally.  "But I want to make sure he has everything he needs.”

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A Place in the Sun

Haikyuu ‘zombie AU’ fanfic, inspired entirely by pyro-draws’ heartbreakingly beautiful piece of art for KageHina week.

Title: A Place in the Sun
Pairings: Brief KageHina
Warnings: Mild gore, character death
Length: 2150 words

(Also on AO3)

“I guess this means you won.”

At the questioning look on Kageyama’s face, Hinata smiled sadly. “We both swore to be the last man standing. I guess you won…”



A dull, wet thud echoed through the otherwise silent room as the final assailant was disposed of. Kageyama felt a breath catch in his throat as he listened intensely for any signs that they may have missed one, that one might still be alive and waiting – a tell-tale groan, a faint shuffling sound, even an out-of-place footstep or the scrape of fingernails across the floor. There was only silence though; blessed, pure silence, a silence that meant he could exhale in relief.

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@horn players

tell me how jacked up it is the our orchestra director made us sight read something in the key of fucking C and got all pissy at us when we played in wrong

pokeshipping prompt: “hair”

Yo, guys! This is sort of a “sample” prompt fic I wrote on a whim at work after having completed all my Pokeshipping Week fics. Please use this as a guideline for my writing skill, my handling of the aforementioned ship/characters, and a general example for what you can expect if/when I fulfill your prompt requests!

If you’d like to request a fic, please view this post for rules and then shoot me an ask! And of course, if possible, please spread the word about me taking requests if you think your follower base would be interested in making any, and share the fics I produce because I could certainly use the boost in morale (as a lot of fans could after recent events).

I don’t include a setting in this one minus the fact that the characters involved are obviously at a restaurant, so I’ll just summarize that they’re having dinner together because the characters mentioned were unable to attend Ash’s latest reunion/victory party that his mom threw him.

This had never happened to him before.

Ash Ketchum had met a surplus of a couple hundred girls while on his Pokemon journey. He’d traveled with a handful of them sporadically for years. He’d even been in the company of a girl who’d done the very opposite of what Misty had apparently decided to do while she was running the Cerulean Gym…

Somehow nothing had prepared him for the sight of his redheaded friend sporting a new, lengthy do.

“Misty, it looks so good!” May crooned in admiration, even going so far as to hold up her hands and form the square she usually reserved for when she pretended to direct her expedition series.

Misty flushed, lips puckered, and sunk bashfully into her seat out of flattered embarrassment.

“Thanks, May…”

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Lineage || Lokiofjotunheimm

Almost a year had passed, and young Ragna was growing like a weed.  The little male had progressed in his magic and his training with his mother; sometimes leaving for a day or two at a time, but only with his mother as a coyote. For reasons unfathomable to the littlest coyote, she never seemed to want to talk. She would allow him to touch her- she would change, to speak and instruct. Yet when he asked her about her name, about her favorite color or food, she would not speak to him.

So as the youth sat at the breakfast table, with only his father in quiet silence, he paused to look at his dad for a moment. In his face was the stubborn uncertainty and curiosity of youth.

“Are you sure she’s my mom? Why does she hate me so much?”