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Lore of Scalvose: The 13 Gods and Goddesses

Hello folks! Welcome to another post in the Veryll Tavern. However, this isn't the average story posting asking for reviews, critiques, thoughts, etc. This is the post to explain the lore behind the gods and goddesses of Scalvose. I'm also going to show the "rules" they must abide by, as any deity has in the past.   Scalvose started off as a barren planet of water and little land. However, in the ethereal aspect, it was filled with souls. So many souls that if one counted, they would die. Nobody, not even the gods of Scalvose, know how they all amassed in the planet, but they fueled the starting of the life among it.   To start off the grand gander of it all, Thyrois, the God of Creation, started adding life to the grains of the land, taking souls to add to any living being he needed. People, animals, creatures ranging from snakes to giant birds. His plan was indefinite. However, Deiroace, the God of Death, disliked losing the souls, forcing his emergence from the Nexsus, or the equivalent of our hell. He demanded Thyrois to return the souls, or he would ensue wrath among the land. Thyrois denied, and it caused the two beings to fight among each other. Black flames grazed the land, gushes of blood swept the sky, until Thyrois emerged victorious. However, it was not without a steep price. He had lost everything he had created. The land was fully charred, blackened to the color of obsidian, no longer suitable for any life. Thyrois deemed the land to Deiroace, creating a large abyss that led to the Nexsus as a result. He then rose new lands to create new life, leaving a small land in the sky for himself, known as the Tower of Morality in present times. Deiroace was too vastly injured to stop him the second time, resulting in the creation of the layers of the Nexsus. Each layer had a different severity of sins acquainted to it. The ethereal realm became the Spirit world, where souls would amass to seek conviction of any crimes and deeds. The living realm gave way to the start of the Scalvose we know of today.   The rules of a god or goddess in Scalvose is much like the rules of a modern society with a few loaded extras. Any god cannot marry a mortal, nor can that god give fault to love to any god out of their species.
All demigods are to be killed, as it is seen as the breaking of the deities.
Any interloping is considering a crime against all other gods. The god accused with this will be tried, and most likely killed.
All gods are assigned two gate keepers. It is their duty to protect the gods from danger at any given time.
Any child of the gods are to take the rule of their parent(s). This excludes Creation, Death, and Between.
Every god is to be atoned to the wishes of their followers. This excludes feverish fantasies or wishes of power or greed.
  With those out of the way, let me introduce all of the gods and goddesses, shall we?   Thyrois, God of Creation Age: ??? Race: Aborun Phoenix   Thyrois is perhaps the kindest god to meet, let alone intrude on, as he's also the only fully mortal as well. He uses his abilities to know anything about everything that he wants or needs to know of, and is the brother of Frezeria and Blazemore.     Deiroace, God of Death Age: Millenia Race: ???   Deiroace is the lone ruler of the Nexsus, in which he feeds on souls after they clean up after him. He's a brutal tyrant, killing to get most of his desires granted in the blink of an eye. His body also naturally draws in souls from an extremely large radius.   Thyria, Goddess of the Between Age: 30 phoenix years Race: Aborun Phoenix   Thyria decides if the souls that have lost their physical matter are returned to the land, sent to Thyrois, or if crimes are too great, sent to Deiroace for eternal suffering. She's also the most gentle, as she has been able to land in the air without moving any particle or object.   Greyia, Goddess of Love (There's other parts, but I'm sure love fits the bill the easiest) Age: 560 phoenix years Race: ???   Greyia is to be sought if there is a marriage or other arrangement to be made. She's also the one that punishes those who rape or cause crimes along those lines.   Escinse, Goddess of Judgement Age: 30 dragon years Race: Elithor Dragon   Born from the old Goddess of Judgement and a Gate Keeper, Escinse was sought to be killed. However, she evaded the rulings, providing accurate points on her full suffering. Her mother died 10 years after her birth, and her father died from unknown sicknesses. She was also to be erased by Deiroace until Thyrois took her side and protected her.   Lyria, Goddess of Luck Age: ??? Race: ???   A dragonic being that rules over everything dealing with the chances. A caring heart pumps inside her as she has always taken in homeless children.     Echlomore, God of Sound Age: ??? Race: Sound Bat   A giant bat with larger legs to walk/hang with. He lives in a cave, in which he knows every nick and cranny, much like a bat should.   Ysoria, God of Oblivion Age: ??? Race: ???   A being that normally holds a shape of a shadow serpent made of purple flames. Ysoria awaits his time to take control of the entire realm of the gods.   Pyrazumes, God of Fire Age: Unknown on Death Race: Ash Phoenix   A god that saved Scalvose in the olden times. His soul now travels in Will, which forced Will to be the new god of fire.   Kirue, Goddess of Inquisitiveness Age: 13 years Race: Human   After Kirue traveled to and fro from the Grim Reaper, carrying his scythe, she was deemed a goddess, and left to the questions of everything the world could ask. She's sister to Wane Kurriro.   Dyrai, Goddess of Wisdom Age: ??? Race: ???   Dyrai is another dragon with the ability to change forms, but she likes to mimic common folk of the mortal plane, teaching them how to make wise decisions.   Vixa, Goddess of Plants and Rejoicement Age: ??? Race: Humming Bird   A preppy bird that tends to get her head in trouble a lot, Vixa likes to cause mischief to those who harm wildlife.   Sage, Goddess of Scalvose Age: 600 dragon years Race: Earth Dragon   Wane's adoptive sister and chosen protector of Scalvose, Sage doesn't really have any control over Scalvose. Thyrois and Dyrai appointed her to keep the planet alive.   Airao, Goddess of Wind Age: ??? Race: Wind Dragon   Airao controls tempests, storms, and any other weather patterns that seem out of place. She also presses judgement by forcing droughts or surges.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Dragons on Scalvose age roughly 8.3 years per month, due to the time cycle. Scalvose has 27 months, all named after the gate keepers, and has a 50 hour day/night cycle due to slow rotation and its three suns. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Any questions? Feel free to leave them below!
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Character Backstories: Neenie

OH MY GAWD! AN UPDATE AFTER -*grabs calculator* Subtract the 5, add the 2, divide by the reciprocal- half a year! I've been way too busy with things... That's hopefully changing   Anywhom, before I'm robbed of my sweets from complaining and/or procrastination, let's get into a "masterpiece" of mine. I call it: ca- Character Backstories! Now, they do exist before I've even done this, I know, but I work mine up from start to a certain point, like how I worked all of the Avis characters I have (i.e. Krown, Neenie, Syn, and so on.) to the point they meet a certain character.   Two warnings: Yes, again, there's anthros in this, but I don't get all "meh" about it and start throwing in things that are for rule 34. (no pun intended)
This is a five-part section. The other backstories, including Krown, Syn and Floria, Myrla, and Grace, shall be posted before this month crests. I promise my writing heart that.
With those out of the way... And with no other things needed... I introduce you to the first backstory! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   There's many days where an owl can't sleep, or when an owl fears losing something close to it. Neenie's short, frail build made her a jaw-dropper in some eyes, but in others, there was a female they could take advantage of. During a sharp, cool dawn, Neenie was preening her feathers, watching the snowflakes fall around her ruination of a house. Two boards leaned against a tree, with an old blanket tucked under the boards to prevent them from sliding away in storms, and a ripped tarp covered the top to protect from the elements, although the amount of holes made it better for a game of billiards than it did for a roof. She sighed sorrowfully, her thin and starved body complaining in pain for her to eat. "I have nothing I can do," her beak parted slightly, casting a look of remorse the five towers piercing the sky due east from her. The Owlina, a group of owl sages that looked over the land in their respective region, had sharp views on what races of owls were allowed to live on the land. Great Horned Owls, Snowy Owls, Screech Owls, and the sacred Golden Masked Owls were allowed full control of the land. Those that chose to live under their rule and follow law were given living land. The Elf Owls, however, were denied the choice. Since they weren't tall, strong, or silent, the owls banded together to kill them. Neenie was born two days after her mother died, only supported by her brother and father. The painful screaming of her father's death as Gradiew ripped his body apart still plagued her mind, while her brother's last, bloody gurgles for air after being tremendously injured by Dewin reverberated in her heart. "I have no friends, no family, no life worthy enough to-" Neenie was cut short by a snapping twig, and sharp calls of Great Horned Owls bouncing to and fro. This is it, I'm going to die here... Neenie shook violently in fear, as her body was never accustomed to long sprints, nor was she able to hide easily in the snow. Options limited, she dashed from tree to tree, attempting to outrun her fears. Reaching the first tree, her legs already stung from lack of nutrients and muscle, causing her to nearly fall. Her fear wouldn't let her stop as she took another daring sprint from the tree, running until she slammed into a feathery body. She fell back, rubbing her head until a scale-covered tail coiled around her, rising her broken body into the air. "An owl ran into me? This one seems half the try to make a meal of," a growl escaped the creature's throat, causing Neenie to tremble again. "Please, please, please! I need help, a home, something! Food would even work! Just please..." her wide bark covered irises sleek with moisture as she cried to the beast, "Just keep me from the owls..." A beak probed her side as the creature was suddenly confused. "This is just a trap. You owls think you're so smart, trying to fool a cockatrice like me. I should kill you here and now, but I should wait for your little friends. I'm in a hungry mood," he scratched his side with a foot, then swung his head up to spot a few owls break the ranks of trees as they neared. "A cockatrice? Those are enough," the largest spoke. "I'm Grandiew, the leader of this army. May I ask you to drop that Elf Owl?" "She's my appetizer, you bird brain!" it growled, this time hoisting Neenie above its head. "Be my guest, but she's thin, poor choice for protein, and has a debt to pay to my people," Grandiew's broad shoulders shined with bloody brown feathers, adorned with the waist down in black downy feathers. He only wore a robe, which did little to cover vital areas of his body, and showed from his chest up and waist down. Neenie shuddered, silently praying for her life. The cockatrice tilted its head in thought for a moment, then cold, emotionless eyes opened their sight to the opposing owls. "Debt? Elf Owls were long gone. Something you erased from this land. If she IS one of those, I'm changing my mind. However..." it swung its head to her, "She'll need to agree with a few terms of mine." "Then consider yourself dead," Grandiew withdrew a rapier, running to the cockatrice to leave his mark of dominance across the cockatrice's neck. Plans were not to be completed as the beast swung its body into the owl, knocking him off balance as it turned and fled with great speed. Neenie started to fall into sleep, more from her lack of food than her fear of death, and before long, the shadows of the world merged into a black blob. The smell of berries and nuts woke Neenie, turning her head to see wooden bowls filled to the brim with a wide variety of the delicacies. She jumped to the first bowl, scarfing down everything she could grab before bringing the bowl to her mouth, gobbling the remains with haste. She repeated the process for the other six bowls laid out before her, sighing in happiness once she was sated. "Glad you liked my assortment," the familiar, gruff voice startled her out of her trance. "W-Who are you?!" she whimpered softly, her eyes bleak with fear yet again. "Calm down. My name is Dir, and this is the home of my people," Dir grumbled as he stretched his wing to emphasise the cave. "Y-Your people?" curiosity started to bubble into her mind. How many of this creature's kin live around here? "Yes. The tribe of cockatrices live as one society, as you would call it, under the earth above. It ensures we're protected from those pesky birds." "But, what about me? Aren't I something against your traditions?" Neenie asked, stumbling to her feet to meet Dir eye to eye. "I think I'll come to like you. You speak from your heart, not your mind," Dir smiled, lifting his cracked beak to speak again, but he closed it as soon as Neenie spoke again. "But... I speak only for your tribe's well-being. If I spoke from my heart, I would of died with my family. Don't mind me also asking, but why give me food?" "Good question. Well, you'll need to gain some weight to even be edible, if I wanted to eat you. Also, your family died? How old are you?" "I'm... I'm... I don't know," she sighed in defeat. "Well, that's easy for me to find out, but it may be slightly painful," Dir patted her on the shoulder. "Guess I should be thankful... But fattening me up? That's out of the question!" Neenie experienced laughter for the first time, stopping when her lungs hurt. "I have a superior metabolism." "Ah, but I feed my guests with Chari, young one. We'll have you in fighting shape in no time," Dir chuckled as Neenie's eye grew wide. "Chari? I thought they only were edible on a new moon!" "Good thing it's during the new moon, eh?" Dir laughed. "Now, get some sleep. We have some work on nursing you tomorrow." Neenie watched as Dir left the small cavern her sleeping quarters were in, until finally laying down on the small straw bedding. Well fed for the first time, feeling at home, and even feeling like she had a family, it felt good. Something made her want to stay, but her mindset was still on the owls chasing her. Just how long would it be until they found her? Would it be by her fear, or would she end up giving their location away otherwise? The sudden spike of fear caused by her thoughts startled her. Maybe if I sleep, I can ignore my fears, Neenie thought to herself. It’s worth a shot. She closed her eyes, trying let her body fall into slumber, but she just couldn’t shake the feeling. Her fear shackled her to the waking world. She could hear the sleeping breaths of the cockatrice close by, the heartbeat of many small mammals hiding in the walls of the cavern, and even the scratching of insects and grub, something Neenie always felt at peace with before. Her eyes scanned the surrounding area once more, spotting a few assortments of bowls, woven nests, and a couple mounds of dirt. The nests were lined into the walls of the cave, most likely to help with keeping things in or out of them if blocked off, which was something she didn’t notice at first. “Why can’t I sleep?†She grumbled half to herself, half to the air around her. “I was able to sleep in the open so easily, and there’s no threats here. I don’t get why I can’t sleep...†“Something wrong?†Dir yawned as he lifted his head to face Neenie, eyes half mast. “I just can’t sleep,†she yawned, then smiled. “Yawning contagious as well. You’re going to cause a pandemic doing that.†“Maybe you just need to get used to being well fed in a bed, warm, cozy, and safe. Any creature would be the same way from your last situation. Plus, your fear scent is mucking up the place,†Dir shook his head, “What to do with you... Well, try thinking of your old home. Maybe that’ll help.†Neenie shook her head, looking down at her legs. I haven’t noticed until now, but my legs are still shaking from everything that’s happened so far... Maybe he’s right. I should work on being open to this land, rather than the last. Neenie give a contempt shake, grumbling to herself as she tried to get comfortable again. Neenie closed her eyes again, contempt with her thoughts as she finally fell to sleep. Light filtered through the cave entrance, fluttering across different rocks and minerals. Dir blinked the last few drops of sleep out of his eyes as he woke, scanning the surrounding until he found Neenie’s nest. However, he was in for a surprise when the nest was vacant of the new owner, plus a bowl of different fruits right under his feet. “Where are you? Miss Elf Owl!†Dir growled, whipping around, almost crashing into her as soon as he stepped forward. “I’m right here,†Neenie blinked, then sighed. “Do you really trust I’d want to expose myself?†“Well, how would I know you didn’t run from fear?†Dir countered half-heartedly. Neenie’s chest feathers flared as she was angered from the petty remark. “If I was afraid of you, I wouldn’t of given you food this morning! I wouldn’t of even trusted you last night! I wouldn’t of-†her voice trailed off as she teared up slightly. “I would of been dead with my family...†“I-I didn’t mean to upset you,†Dir brushed his body against hers, attempting to soothe her. “My, your dark brown feathers remind me of my children many years ago.†“Wha- Hey! Don’t change the topic on me!†Neenie pushed him over, smiling. “Unless you like the ground, I’m sure you’re a doofus for laying on it while you’re awake.†“I’ll show you doofus!†Dir tackled Neenie to the ground in a playful manner, nipping her shoulder. They continued for a while, roughhousing back and forth until Neenie motioned for Dir to stop. “I think I should learn some way to protect myself,†she seemed tuckered out as she fought for her breath. “Then I wouldn’t be a burden to anything.†“Well... I think one of your nature can try to learn earth magic,†Dir calmly spoke, as if he had given the same speech multiple times, “However, your body may never be the same again.†“What do you mean?†“Magic will alter your physical form over time, and shall manipulate your mentality as time dances its melody. The only cure to protect your mind, is to remember yourself, as if you had a family, friends, me...†Dir’s voice started to drop as a sullen look glazed over his eyes.   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Alright, I also want to ask a couple things before I go and dwindle on other backstories to polish them up. Is this text size alright for those who read it? I mean, I hate for people to complain mainly on text size and not content, so let me know! Is there a writing challenge on the forums? XD It would be great if there was!   Thanks for reading, and remember! Critique, comments, and suggestions are always welcome!
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War of the Realms (Preview)

Hey folks! I'm here with a novel that I've started, and man... I've been really using the world for this one. No joke, each animal group I used is based off a society or culture, sometimes even containing some common things you may hear/see/read. Now, before we begin, let me state that I aim for a wide audience. In other words, you might and will sometimes run into things you dislike, so let me place this now: Anything mature will have the first tag as mature, and there will be such things as furs, anthropomorphism (Because dragons and many others work that way), humans obviously, and even possible cannibalism. HOWEVER. This is not a way to push your fetishes out to make me or another person to write them, and I WILL NOT tolerate any harassment or discrimination. I adhere to the forum rules, and I shall remove whatever comment deemed under those categories. However, there will be free "spots" to argue something, as long as you don't try to dominate said argument, like criticism.   Any reviews and critiques are welcome, and please enjoy!       The winds settled far and wide among the battleground. Crushed flowers marked hopes and lives while fire mirrored dreams and ambitions. There was no soul whispering among the lake, no bones slithering through the mud. Many say that this fateful day was the Apocalypse. That didn’t sway one creature’s opinion as she pushed her way through a blizzard, head strong and null to the cold. “I swear, everytime I travel, I get stuck in the worse possible scenes of weather,†a low growl, half to herself, escaped her thoughts. She continued for a while longer, before running into a small shrine, lit on the far corners of its squarish shape. “If I remember correctly, there’s two more just like this. Man, is Deiroace popular or what?†She fluffed her bird-like wings some, then with a quick push of her legs, she jumped into the air and aimed to be atop the shrine. However, when her head poked above the roof, a strong wind literally froze her chances as ice somehow quickly formed on her wings., causing gravity to be her worst nightmare. The creature fell to the ground, landing on her knees and silently cursing the snow and wind around her. “Reckon you’d want to be up there?†a sharp, yet sly, dragonic voice chuckled. “You have a lot of nerve to come and bother the shrines at this hour.†“Druge?†“Nothing escapes what you know, Ragnarok.†“Yep, definitely Druge,†Ragnarok brushed her scales off, then stood up. “What do you want?†“Just to say a reset in life is coming soon, unless you can stop the next war, Ragnarok,†Druge slowly stated. “If I need to repeat myself, then I’ll pound it into your head.†“Funny, you know it’d take more than brawns to beat me,†Ragnarok grumbled, turning away. A sudden blue light caused her to unconsciously turn in bump into a black and red drake, reaching no taller than her waist. “Really? Well, I hope you can learn the hidden truth behind flame and ice.†“Will and Crystal?†“Their name is flame and-†Ragnarok just snorted, and with her usual act, she attempted to fly off again, but a sudden shift in her body prevented any movement. “For the final time... When the war of worlds reaches us and Earth, there will be NO survivors.†  Chapter 1   Many personnel were watching as the president walked into the main room, nodding to his onlookers. He moved forwards until reaching a red, claw-ripped chair, lifting his tail and sitting down. “Sir, would you like some mouse blood this evening?†one soldier shakily asked, an oddly impossible task to look up to the other. “No,†the arabian wolf growled. This arabian wolf sported yellow, blood stained teeth, a tall slender body, and a thin tail. This arabian wolf wasn’t the normal thin, however, and looked like he had gone without any meal for a few days. “Sir, we’re approaching the HQ,†another soldier, a husky with broad shoulders and a built body, barked, getting the arabian wolf to flick his ears toward him. “Proceed,†The war ship glided on, accompanied by millions of others for both land and sea. The arabian wolf tilted himself to look up towards the sky windows, then sighed silently. “I always wanted to make Lupux proud of me, but I wonder if I’m doing this the way she wants me to.†He gave a final breath to his memory, then snapped his attention to the two wolves standing guard to the bridge. They both took a moment to stare eye to eye, and then with a nod, the two wolves walked through the door, bringing a man in rags in front of their commander. “What do you want, Lumavix?†the man spat out, rage and defiance shining in the man’s eyes. “Where is Earth? I want to know from a human himself. I’ll make sure you bleed to death if you don’t answer me correctly,†Lumavix growled deeply. The man didn’t state an answer, so Lumavix tried something else. “So, what will it be man? Die in my paws, or help me and possibly live?†Lumavix growled softly, half-expecting a refusal. The man rolled his eyes and spat in Lumavix’s face, angering the wolf even more. With a snarl, Lumavix grabbed the man’s throat with a vice-like grip, claws aimed at the jugulars. The man’s stare lightened slightly, but he started to redden as well. Lumavix was confused, squeezing harder to try to get the man to stop. Once a loud crack sounded, followed by blood dripping from his mouth, Lumavix threw the man onto the ground. “Their bodies can’t even handle a bit of pressure, how pathetic. Are we by the HQ yet?†“Yes sir, Fifty- Sir! There’s a untagged jet trailing us! Shall we fire?†“Hold off, I want to see,†Lumavix stepped over to the sonar, finding the red bleeping dot. He proceeded to a periscope, looking at the large assailant. “Fire a tracer as a warning, but do not hit them. They don’t look armed.†“Roger, sir,†the Husky hit the button, sending the tracer at the ship. What they didn’t notice was the cannon underneath the body of the jet black giant as it sailed with the same speed as the fleet. Lumavix watched as the target simply stayed in the same position as before, floating along cheerfully and freely. “I guess it’s time we shoot them do- what’s that bright light underneath?†Lumavix scratched his head, then suddenly went wide-eyed as the jet lifted upwards to aim a cannon of sorts at their ship. “This is not a drill! Shoot that thing down!†“Roger!†the others answered back, aiming sub-machine guns, missiles, cannons, and even some napalm at the other, hoping to hit before it did. They fired the missiles first, watching the mass amounts of explosives as each missile landed. “N-No... How did it not even get scratched?†Lumavix stumbled back some, but acquired confusion as the jet stopped and somebody dropped onto the bridge of their jet. “Didn’t anyone teach you not to shoot at a stranger?†the figure spoke as he walked forwards, withdrawing a long blade in the process. “You really should learn, my friend.†“Who-who are you?†“You can call me your king, Xerian.†“King?†“I can grant you any power you want, my friend,†Xerian avoided the question with ease, then moved forwards some. “I may be human, but I’m sure you can’t deny the fact that some are more convincing than others.†“Well,†Lumavix look hardened on Xerian, a long stare between the two made an eerie silence befall the area. “Let’s see this ‘power’ of yours.†Lumavix pulled out a simple fencing sword, and with grabbing the pair and tossing it to Xerian, he stood in a traditional fencing stance. “Wolves. They think their might proves right,†Xerian sighed, holding the sword as if it was a rapier. Lumavix studied his opponent with interest, and with a mental note on how Xerian might swing, Lumavix aimed for the legs. Xerian, with a chuckle of the ominous sorts, struck Lumavix dead on the head, leaving a cut in the fur and through the skin, and disabling his attempt to sweep him. “Gah-†Lumavix growled as he backed off, “How did you kno-†“Simple, really. If you let your opponent think on how you will strike, plan the counter to the obvious weak points, then strike, you have no problem. This isn’t my usual style, but it works as a decoy,†Xerian swapped hand to hand with the fencing sword, holding it lightly with almost no way to finish a swing. “It’s funny. I know how to sword play, and I know exactly how you’ll plan to attack me next. With the way you see me, you’ll aim for my hand with the sword in it, trying to either parry me or stumble me over.†“That guy... I think I know who he is,†one of the guards barked, then pulled some data up on Xerian. “I guess the databases we stole from have him down as an intergalactic criminal that has ‘no sense in sparing those that aren’t his targets.’†“Yep, that’s me,†Xerian chuckled, moving his white hair to one side. “For a man, you have long hair,†Lumavix grumbled. “Sure that’s not a problem?†“So what if I have shoulder length hair? Not like your fur marks normal in my books,†Xerian grumbled. They kept their fencing up until reaching a location made of bricks and clay. In all the cardinal directions, anti-air cannons were being loaded, and in some areas, tested. “Well, looks like you get to see my headquarters,†with that, Lumavix just walked to the bridge of the jet, grabbing a parachute along the way, and jumping. Some looked at their commander as if he was crazy, and others were still intrigued on how Xerian knew so much. Xerian moved himself to the nose of the jet, looking down with disgust on the peace around the HQ. Sure, it was one thing for Xerian to actually cause havoc, but he really hated not being the one to have started it. Ideally, his main focus was on Lumavix, but that accursed wolf wouldn’t listen to him the first time. “So Xerian,†a simplistic earpiece rang out, “did you get your pretty puppy yet?†“No,†Xerian answered quietly, “And didn’t I say not to bother me right now, Zek?†“Well sorry for ruining your time,†the other snorted. “Look, you have forty-eight hours to actually get to him and recruit him. If not, then I’ll simply get the chains off of your present and let them get you.†Xerian rolled his eyes, then grumbled to himself. “Whatever,†he replied, “He’ll be in our grasp by sundown on Scalvose.†      Chapter 2   In the middle of a wasteland of sand, a stand-alone oasis brought a swipe of green along the oblivious shores of the desert. Amongst the oasis, a strong, vigilant civilization thrived. They had a sound jury, worked living area, and even a fluent economy of mice and other meats. The lions, as they were portrayed by both looks and life, lead the land with an innocent grip. Led by Cleomor, there was normally no strife, aside from the minor, delinquents. They also accepted the help of tigers, pumas, jaguars, and even leopards and bobcats. However, much like most societies, racism was an issue that even the great society faced. Cleomor looked more out of place than a marker on a black board. Sure, she kept elegance and fairness under her belt, but her appearance was more of a shut-in kid that had no need for exercise and normally ate massive amounts. The meals dealt an obvious blow to her dress style, along with her general view on conservation. Since Cleomor consumed a lot, her belief was that anyone can have as much food as they wanted, as long as they could still move. Our fair queen stood at a tall eight feet and two inches, and with her height, her bulky 733 pounds of lion flesh seemed odd to some, enticing to others, and blunt to her distrustful king, Iriuba. Cleomor purred softly as she indulged on her favorite food, zebras. Her long, delicate tail slowly swayed to and fro while her sharp, white fangs worked on ripping apart the leg meat. “Tough and stingy, just the way I like it,†Cleomor shook her head slightly, blowing hair out of her eyes in the process. A sudden knock on her chamber door snapped her attention to making sure she was clean, “Come in!†A snow leopard, standing about five feet and eight inches, walked through an automated door, bestowing a careful smile and generous jade eyes. “‘Ello mum,†she sheepishly spoke, “Iriuba sent me to relay a message to you about the Cheetahs.†There was a surprising similarity between the two. Cleomor was half lion and half snow leopard, as well as Cleomor’s mother. “Marayella... I- Did he say anything else?†Cleomor asked. Marayella pondered through her memory for a moment, then shook her head. “Alright. Well, since you’re here, want to do something?†“Well...†Marayella and her mother would compete against each other by seeing who had a cleaner tail, by playing chess, history quizzes, and some secret, pleasurable alone time as daughter and mother. Marayella withheld her own shape, being bottom heavy compared to her mother’s hourglass figure, disregarding Cleomor’s extra weight. “Why not some chess?†If time was sweet, it would of turned bitter as a panther walked in, clad in rags. “Madam Marayella, Queen Cleomor, Iriuba requests a conference with you,†Cleomor’s tail swung back and forth in anger, and the look and posture was completed with narrowed eyes. “Very well,†Cleomor’s body loomed over the other two, and by perspectives alone, Marayella couldn’t see her mother’s face, but nonetheless, she followed the others down a masterful hallway that ended at a grand, expansive throne. Two normal chairs were forming the bottom of a triangle, while one, larger chair that could fit three average men completed the top. Iriuba sat in one of the normal ones, and he wore a crown that hung on one of his ears. Marayella wore her’s to where it slightly flattened her ears, and Cleomor wore her crown in a neat fashion, sitting directly in the middle of her head. “So Marayella, remember what we were talking about?†Iriuba started with a steady, yet simple, voice. “Yes.†“Well,†Cleomor sighed heavily, “We changed our minds. You’re going to a school far from here.†“But-†“No objections. There’s too much negativity here.†“Then where would I be going?†Marayella looked at her parents, narrowing her eyes. “Seeing how we found a great school, somebody like you, and a powerful bodyguard, you’re going to Scalvose. More specifically, Veryll City,†Iriuba answered. “I thought we agreed on Scalvose City!†Cleomor seemed astonished. “We know they can teach magic to her and-†“Magic manipulated bodies, alters souls, and damages the mind. If she were to learn fire magic, for example, she’d want to be out in the desert, doing who knows what!†“But we agreed on it...†Cleomor sighed sadly. As her parents argued, Marayella felt something internally shift in response, and with a simple pass off on how they were fighting, Marayella left for the science bay. As she stepped slowly down the hallway, observing some paintings here and there, Marayella was able to reflect on everything that was going on. She was being shipped to a different place than she was used to, her parents wouldn’t hear her out on what she wanted, and the days around here in the desert felt colder and colder, as if there was an ice age approaching. Yet, she was the only one who noticed it. “I wonder, there wasn’t much of what I could say while they were fighting what school’s better for me... I got an idea, I’ll ask the professor what he thinks about the situation and go from there. Then again, what will he think when ask him?†her fur bristled at a sudden clinking of metal as she felt her leg hit a table with surgical tools lined accordingly. “Lady Marayella!†an old, but lively, cheetah slowly walked down to her, holding a clipboard and a pen. “Please, sit and relax. I just got tea started, but I hope you’ll enjoy a couple crumpets?†“Not exactly,†she mumbled. “I came to talk to you about something.†“I see. Go on.†“My mother and father think sending me to a different school on a different planet will help me, but I can’t get any words in on how I want to stay here,†Marayella looked at the cheetah with sorrow darkening her eyes. “I see. I’m no psychologist, but maybe talking to them individually will help. I mean, Iriuba and Cleomor only worry about your safety,†the scientist settled down on a mahogany chair, then continued. “Although, Iriuba did say he wanted to get a hold on galactic reign, and enslave all who opposed us. Cleomor wants peace with everyone and everything.†“But shouldn’t we have a point between them?†“If you reign with an iron fist, but want people to be free under your rule, you wouldn’t have support. If you want peace with people just to rule with power, you’ll be untrusted.†“If you rule with peace, but keep a firm hold of the law desired, wouldn’t that work?†“Don’t forget, Marayella,†Iriuba had unexpectedly walked in while they were chatting, making himself at home. “Ruling doesn’t come free.†“D-Dad!†“Don’t bother. I heard the conversation. You’re still going to that school, regardless of what you say. And your mother agrees.†  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Alright, so let me clarify a couple things. I tend to go as far as possible to describe a character that I lead into a chapter with, like Cleomor. Also, yes, some of these are latin names, so deal with it. To wrap this tidbitof AN up, let me say that I'm sorry the tabs didn't place themselves from Google Docs
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