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This year has gone by fast! There are only 44 more days left of 2023 so to celebrate I’m gonna make a post about five extinct animals that were described this year!
1. Bos primigenius thrinacius n. ssp.
(Bos primigenius thrinacius n. ssp. Size estimate of a bull, cow, and calf compared to a human and an adult Palaeoloxodon falconeri. Art by Joschua Knüppe)
This new sub species of Aurochs lived on the Greek island of Kythera during the Late Pleistocene. The sub species was probably present on Kythera while it was still part of the mainland, but became trapped when it was separated sometime during the Middle to Late Pleistocene and their small size was a result of insular dwarfism. Insular dwarfism is a common phenomenon in evolution where a population of large animals becomes trapped on an island and slowly evolve to become smaller over time to better adapt to the reduced space and resources. The opposite, insular gigantism, where an island-bound population of small animals grows larger than their mainland counterparts also occurs regularly. During the Pleistocene, the various islands of Greece were full of giant swans and miniature elephants but now we know they had tiny cattle roaming about as well.
2. Garumbatitan morellensis
(Size comparison between Garumbatitan morellensis and a human. Art by cisiopurple on Deviantart)
Meaning “Garumba Giant”, Garumbatitan morellensis was a species of sauropod dinosaur that lived during the Cretaceous period in what is now Spain. Its remains were first discovered in 1998 at the Arcillas de Morella Formation near the city of Morella, however, they would not be excavated until an expedition in 2005. More material would later be discovered in a 2008 expedition and a paper would be published on the findings in 2016, but it wasn’t until this year that the species was officially named and described. Its genus named is a mix of the name for the tallest mountain in the region it was discovered in, Mola de la Garumba, and the Greek word “Titan”.
3. Nihohae matakoi
(A pair of Nihohae matakoi hunting some squid. Art by Daniel Verhelst)
Nihohae matakoi was a species of dolphin that belonged to the now extinct Waipatiid family and lived during the Oligocene in the waters surrounding what is now New Zealand. It possessed a bizarre set of tusk-like teeth that protruded from its beak. It is thought that this dolphin used it’s strange teeth much like a sawfish to stun their prey before consuming them. The holotype specimen was discovered all the way back in 1998 in Awamoko Valley on New Zealand’s South Island. The specimen consisted of a nearly complete skull, a single atlas and axis, eight vertebrae, and seven ribs. However, Nihohae matakoi would not be officially described until 2023. Its genus name combines the Māori words “Niho”, meaning “teeth”, and “Hae”, meaning “slashing”. The species name is also derived from Māori and comes from the words “Mata”, meaning “face” or “point”, and “Koi”, meaning “sharp”.
4. Perucetus colossus
(A pair of Perucetus swim together in the shallows. Art by Gabuded on Deviantart)
Another cetacean, Perucetus colossus was a species of early whale that lived during the Bartonian age of the Middle Eocene and was found in Peru (obviously). The remains we have or Perucetus are pretty fragmentary, but it has an estimated length of around 55.8-65.9 ft and was probably just as, if not heavier, than the modern Blue Whale. Due to the density of its bones and its absolute chonkiness, Perucetus likely was not a fast swimmer and likely lived in shallow waters and fed on crustaceans and mollusks. However, this is just speculation as very little about its ecology is known.
5. Vectipelta barretti
(A pair of Vectipelta barretti graze near a stream. Art by Stuart Pond)
Vectipelta barretti was an ankylosaurian dinosaur that lived during the Early Cretaceous in what is now England. It was discovered in the Wessex Formation and it’s genus name means “Isle of Wight shield”. The holotype specimen of Vectipelta was originally discovered in November of 1993, however, at the time it was believed that the specimen belonged to the genus Polacanthus. In May of 2021 it was discovered that the specimen was in fact a new genus and in June of 2023 it was officially named and described. Funnily enough, fossil evidence suggests that Vectipelta might be millions of years older than Polacanthus, the genus it was originally thought to be a member of.
I hope you all enjoyed reading about these recently described prehistoric species! I LOVE dinosaurs and other extinct animals and can’t wait to see what new discoveries 2024 has to offer!
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Irish Celtic Mythology.
VOL 7. Oillipheist the Irish Dragon Serpent.
The Oilliphéist: Guardian of the Murky Waters
In the heart of Ireland, where the veil between the mortal realm and the Otherworld grew thin, there existed a place both feared and revered—the shores of Lough Neagh. Its waters, like darkened mirrors, held secrets older than memory itself. And at the heart of those depths slumbered a creature of legend—the Oilliphéist.
The Origins of the Oilliphéist:
The druids whispered that the Oilliphéist was born from the primordial chaos, a serpent forged in the forge of forgotten gods. Its scales shimmered like midnight stars, each one etched with symbols of forgotten languages. Its eyes—two fiery orbs—held the knowledge of ages, and its breath carried the scent of distant lands.
The Curse of the Oilliphéist:
The villagers knew better than to venture too close to Lough Neagh. For the Oilliphéist demanded tribute—an offering of livestock, precious gems, or even a maiden’s hand. Those who dared defy it faced dire consequences. Their homes flooded, their crops withered, and their cattle vanished beneath the murky waves.
Generations passed, and the Oilliphéist’s wrath remained unyielding. Its coils, longer than the tallest oaks, circled the lake, binding it to its watery domain. The villagers whispered prayers to the old gods, seeking protection from the serpent’s malevolence.
Cian, the Brave Warrior:
But fate weaves strange patterns, and one day, a young warrior named Cian emerged from the mist. His sword, forged from the heart of a fallen star, gleamed with otherworldly light. Cian had heard the tales—the Oilliphéist’s curse, its insatiable hunger for tribute, and the sorrow it wrought upon the land.
Determined to free his people, Cian set forth. The water stirred as he approached, and the Oilliphéist’s eyes emerged—a pair of fiery orbs fixated on its challenger.
“Bold mortal,” hissed the serpent, its voice echoing across the water. “Why do you disturb my slumber?”
Cian stood firm. “Your reign of terror ends today,” he declared. “Release this land from your grip, or face my blade.”
The Battle Beneath the Waters:
The Oilliphéist laughed—a sound like distant thunder. “You think a mere sword can defeat me? I am older than the hills, older than the stars. I have seen empires rise and fall.”
But Cian was undeterred. He lunged, striking at the serpent’s scales. Yet each wound healed instantly, and the Oilliphéist coiled tighter, threatening to drag him under.
Desperate, Cian remembered an ancient incantation—a secret passed down from druid to druid. He chanted the words, invoking the power of the elements. The water churned, and the serpent writhed in agony.
“Enough!” roared the Oilliphéist. “I yield.”
The Oilliphéist’s Confession:
It uncoiled, revealing its true form—a creature of sorrow and longing. “Long have I guarded these waters,” it confessed. “A curse binds me here, and only a hero’s sacrifice can break it.”
Cian hesitated. “What sacrifice?”
“The heart of a true warrior,” whispered the serpent. “Plunge your sword into my breast, and the curse shall lift.”
Cian’s hand trembled as he drove the blade into the serpent’s chest. The waters surged, and the Oilliphéist dissolved into mist. The curse lifted, and Lough Neagh sparkled in the sunlight once more.
Legacy of the Oilliphéist:
Cian returned to the village, hailed as a hero. But he carried the memory of the Oilliphéist—the guardian of murky waters—forever etched in his soul. And so, the legend endured—a reminder that even monsters had stories, and sometimes, their fates were intertwined with our own.
And there, by the shores of Lough Neagh, the Oilliphéist’s tale lives on, whispered in the wind and reflected in the ripples of ancient waters.
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A Bride for the Prince (Chapter 2 - Festival)
[Prologue] // [Chapter 1 of 9] // [Chapter 2 of 9 - you are here!] // [Chapter 3 of 9] – (FFN) (AO3)
Part of the @ninjago-fairy-tale-au!
Summary:
Once upon a time, there lived a faithful and hardworking girl named Pixal Borg, who worked every day to satisfy her demanding stepmother. For years, she cleaned and cooked, giving no argument, until the day came when she met the prince. A Pixane Cinderella retelling.
Chapter summary:
Prince Zane appears, and the King suggests a celebration to help him choose a bride.
The castle of the Central Commonwealth stood tall above the surrounding towns, the colorful capital city likewise dwarfed by its majesty. Tall towers flanked enormous walls of white stone, silvery in the morning light and dew. Great shadows fell on the far side, and in the shade herds of cattle grazed upon expansive fields. Parapets extended from every tallest point. Many shuttered windows were present on every side, looking at the countryside. The only window without such decoration was a great stained glass expanse, which depicted a falcon flying through snowfall, visible best from the throne room.
Inside the throne room, two men stood, talking intently, one older and one younger. The older had silvery white hair, swept back and pinned down with a simple yet kingly platinum crown. He stood tall, with a presence of intelligence and wisdom and strength. However, his face was lined as a consequence of laughter, belying his wisdom. No matter where he looked, his intelligent gray eyes were intent on anything he saw. The younger man looked just like the older in nearly every aspect, even to his platinum blond hair, likewise swept back and crowned with a simpler silver circlet. His blue eyes were alike to shattered ice, calm and intelligent, and his back was straight as a ramrod. Both men carried themselves with dignity, as befit their royalty, and spoke with fondness to one another.
"How was your journey, my son?" the king asked.
"It was most productive. Our eastern towns shall not go hungry under our care," the prince replied.
"Very good. I am proud of you, Zane. You have grown to be a fine leader for our people." The king put his hand on his son's shoulder. "You bring honor to the Julien name."
Zane bowed his head in thanks. "It is the least I can do for our people. Without them, our rule means nothing."
"You are right; it is by their desire that we govern. I only wish that your brother Echo could have seen the man you have become." The king smiled, a tinge of sadness to his face.
The prince's face fell. The sound of his brother's name was a bittersweet one. After a few moments, he schooled his features back to calm. "What would you have me do next, Father? Shall I go with the diplomatic mission to the southern kingdom?"
"No, they have already departed. I would like to speak to you about a different matter." The king folded his hands pensively. "My son, I am growing older with every passing year. Time has served me well, but I cannot live forever."
Zane nodded. "Has your health suffered while I was gone?" he asked, concern flooding his voice.
"No, thank the First Master. However, I have had time to consider the future." The king met Zane's eyes, every aspect of his countenance sincere. "My son, you are by no means a child any longer. We have reached a point where you should begin considering whom you will marry."
At this, Zane shook his head. "I do not know any noblewomen who would be fit for the task. I cannot take a wife from among them." His eyebrows creased in distaste. "I will not marry a foreigner, either, or any woman who is not of our people. They must be ruled by one of our number."
"Your wisdom is beyond your years, my son. However, you must choose someone eventually, despite your misgivings." The king began to pace. "Perhaps some sort of event might be arranged, that you might meet a fitting woman from among the people. Perhaps a contest, or a ball, where you might meet candidates for the role."
"An event, Father? What sort do you suggest?" Zane's mind whirred. "Perhaps a festival would befit the need better than a ball."
The king smiled. "That is an excellent proposal. We shall host a long festival; three days in which you might meet the women of the kingdom and find someone fitting." The king's eyes twinkled. "I will put you in charge of it, so all the events might fit the qualities you seek in your wife-to-be."
Zane bowed his head in agreement, pushing down his warring feelings of trepidation, dread, and excitement. "I will do my best. When shall it be?"
"The week after next, if you are able to organize it so quickly. Will that suffice for you?"
"It is more than enough time." The prince paused, but came to stand before his father once again. "Thank you, Father, for allowing me to be so particular. I know it has been difficult for you. I will find someone who will rule well, like Mother did."
The king smiled, a slight bit melancholy. "I have no doubt you will search far and wide until you find her, my son, no matter how long it takes. Trust yourself, and it will be easier."
"I will do my best."
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In the intervening time before the festival, Prince Zane rarely rested, overseeing every part of the festival planning. During the three days, the population of the capital city and the surrounding towns would be welcome throughout the fields around the castle, where there would be games and spectacles. There would be many things to indulge in, such as delectable foods from all over the Commonwealth, and the finest or artisan craftsmanship where any merchant could sell his wares.
In the center of the field, an arena was set up. It hosted many seats, and a tawny soil floor, such that all the kingdom's knights and squires could do their best to prove their worth. Zane would also compete each day, jousting with the winners of the earlier matches. As per an agreement with his father, he was to take the favor of a woman he saw fit to consider, but no other. Throughout the rest of the tournament, he would also be present, whether as a competitor in the games or an attendee, meeting as many ladies as he could without the fear of appearing as a womanizer.
As the days of the festival approached and the announcements were sent out, Zane's trepidation grew. For years, he had felt free, as the need to find a bride had been a faraway concern. He had been able to travel, to study, to learn, and to begin to rule without concern of a woman who would monopolize his attention. Any knowledge in the world was at his disposal, and even the farthest corners of the world were within his grasp. Now that he had to find a fitting bride, were his days of freedom over? How could he live his life as he had before?
He tried to shake his worries, but they were unceasing. As a husband, he would be required to set aside the time to tend to his wife, and everything that she entailed to him. She would take up his time, energy, attention, and more personal things than those, some of which he feared to even think about. How could he please a woman while also pleasing himself, whether in mind or body? No matter how he considered the problem, it seemed impossible.
In any time he could take to himself, Zane delved into prayer and meditations, but they rarely helped. Instead, his mind was filled with images of his future. Of course, once a courtship began, he was to spend time with his wife-to-be. Then his wedding day would come, with all its trappings and traditions. As of that day, he would be tied to that woman, and there would be no leaving her. The visions he imagined turned toward the further future as he realized that any travels he would take would be with his wife, unless toward war– First Master forbid. His children would be raised to ascend the throne, and would be his pride and joy. When he was aged, one would be crowned…
Slowly, his fears began to slip away. The prince thought about his future, and suddenly felt as if his concerns were small. If his life was to be spent with anyone, a woman with whom he could speak and learn would certainly not be poor. His kingdom would live well under the rule of a learned and graceful woman, if only he could find one.
Despite the prince's warring feelings, time marched on, passing under his nose as the kingdom prepared. The first day of the festival grew ever closer, and Zane could only watch and wonder.
#ninjago#ninjago pixal#ninjago zane#pixal borg#zane julien#pixane#ninjago fanfiction#OLST fanfic#OLST writing#ninjago fairy tale au#a bride for the prince
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The Joshua Tree
On the approach to the Big Bear community, NOBO hikers begin to see sporadic Joshua Trees . . . the numbers of which increase in the stretch of the PCT south of Walker Pass. One of the most unusual plants to be seen on the PCT!
By the mid-19th century, Mormon immigrants had made their way across the Colorado River. Legend has it that these pioneers named the tree after the biblical figure, Joshua, seeing the limbs of the tree as outstretched in supplication, guiding the travelers westward. However, this tale is not substantiated in the historical record. Some evidence suggests that Joshua trees inspired thoughts of the biblical Joshua in his role as a war leader. Perhaps the tree's sharp, blade-like leaves brought to mind the arrayed forces of Joshua's army.
Concurrent with Mormon settlers, ranchers and miners arrived in the high desert with high hopes of raising cattle and digging for gold. These homesteaders used the Joshua tree’s limbs and trunks for fencing and corrals. Miners found a source of fuel for the steam engines used in processing ore.
Today we enjoy this yucca for its grotesque appearance, a surprising sight in the landscape of biological interest. The Joshua tree’s life cycle begins with the rare germination of a seed, its survival dependent upon well-timed rains. Look for sprouts growing up from within the protective branches of a shrub. Young sprouts may grow quickly in the first five years, then slow down considerably thereafter. The tallest Joshua trees in the park loom a whopping forty-plus feet high, a grand presence in the desert. Judging the age of a Joshua tree is challenging: these “trees” do not have growth rings like you would find in an oak or pine. You can make a rough estimate based on height, as Joshua trees grow at rates of one-half inch to three inches per year. Some researchers think an average lifespan for a Joshua tree is about 150 years, but some of our largest trees may be much older than that.
Spring rains may bring clusters of white-green flowers on long stalks at branch tips. Like all desert blooms, Joshua trees depend on just the perfect conditions: well-timed rains, and for the Joshua tree, a crisp winter freeze. Researchers believe that freezing temperatures may damage the growing end of a branch and stimulate flowering, followed by branching. You may notice some Joshua trees grow like straight stalks; these trees have never bloomed—which is why they are branchless! In addition to ideal weather, the pollination of flowers requires a visit from the yucca moth. The moth collects pollen while laying her eggs inside the flower ovary. As seeds develop and mature, the eggs hatch into larvae, which feed on the seeds. The tree relies on the moth for pollination and the moth relies on the tree for a few seeds for her young—a happy symbiosis.
See Joshua Tree story in The Pacific Crest Trailside Reader: California.
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Hehe. Kiss, marry, fuck. With the cowboy batboys. I'm feeling a little evil today.
a little?! 😭 you simply cannot do this to me in my sensitive feral cowboy batboys era. ✋🏻
I'm gonna kiss Rhys while we're on top of the tallest mountain in the Night Court, looking down at the city of Velaris on our horses 🤭
I'm going to fuck Cassian while he's doing the daily chores and is all fucking big and sweaty and 🥵 (bonus points for it being in the stables on a pile of hay or something, double bonus points if he ties me up with his lasso)
And I'm going to marry the fuck out of cowboy Azzy because how can i not when he's breaking wild horses out in the backyard or stacking hay bales or fucking herding the cattle on his big old black horse? riding that damn thing bareback like i would him 😂😭🤤
at least i didn't have to kill any one of them thank you for your mercy
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Black Gods and Goddesses: 6 Mythological Figures of the African Cultures - Spotcovery
Anansi the Trickster Spider
Anansi is a black god that usually appears as a spider but can take on human form. It’s a central mythological figure in the tradition of most West African cultures, especially among the Akan people of Ghana and the Ashanti region. He’s known as the spirit of all tales and knowledge.
Modjadji
Queen Modjadji, also known as the Rain Queen is South Africa’s rain goddess. Modjadji spirit dwells in the body of a young lady who’s seen to be the queen of the Balobedu ethnic group. The people of Balobedu believe that the rain queen has the power to control the clouds and rainfall.
Amadioha
Another popular mythological figure of African culture is Amadioha. He’s the Agbara or arusi (spirit worshiped in Igbo land) of the thunder and lightning of the Igbo people of southeastern Nigeria.
Amadioha is known as the god of justice. He talks through thunder and strikes through lightning. Anyone found guilty by Amadioha is usually killed by lightning.
Mami Wata
When you think of beauty and attractiveness, Mami Wata has them in abundance. Mami Wata is a water spirit worshiped in Central, West, and Southern Africa and in the Afro-American diaspora. She has a female human upper and a serpent or fish lower part.
Mami Wata represents good fortune, wealth, healing, and the threat of destruction to those who go against her rules. She’s celebrated and worshiped in rivers through rituals of music and dance. Many books on Amazon can teach you more about Mami Wata.
Loa
Iwa, also known as Loa, serves as the mediator between humanity and the divine. In their thousands, they guide, heal, and protect the loyal followers of the voodoo tradition.
Voodoo is a region that’s unknown to many people. It’s more associated with witchcraft and devil worship than it’s recognized as a region.
But people who attribute Voodoo and its tradition as satanic are often not aware of its rich folklore and culture. The Voodoo’s thousands of Loa represent years of creativity, intercultural mixing, and spiritual resilience.
Takhar
Takhar is known as the god of justice or vengeance. It’s a demi-god in the Serer religion in Gambia, Senegal, and Mauritania. People worship Takhar so that he can protect them against bad omens, abuse, and injury.
The worshipers offer cattle and poultry as sacrifices to him under the tallest trees. They keep the sacrifices there because they believe that he lives in the upper branches of a tree. The fear of being visited by Takhar prevents people within the Serer religion in Gambia, Senegal, and Mauritania from committing crimes.
Africa is a continent with rich culture and traditions. And the continent’s story is incomplete without the mention of their god and goddesses. The reason is that the people of the African region have always believed in mythological figures. The ones covered here are the most popular ones.
#Black Gods and Goddesses: 6 Mythological Figures of the African Cultures#Black Gods#ATR#African Traditional Religion
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12th July 1834 saw the death in Hawaii of Botanist, David Douglas.
David Douglas, a Scottish was born June 25th, 1799 at Scone Douglas to a lower class family., he managed to acquire a modest amount of schooling - he learned Latin, for example - but his real love was the outdoors: animals, birds, and especially, plants and gardens. He managed to get a job as an assistant gardener at Scone Palace, and then he was fortunate to spend several years at the Glasgow Botanic Garden, where he arrived the same year as their new professor of botany, William Hooker, who would later become the first director of Kew Gardens in London. Hooker was only 35 years old when he met young Douglas, and the two hit it off extremely well, which means Douglas learned a great deal about plant identification and taxonomy.
About this time (1823), the Horticultural Society of London, founded in 1804, was looking to sponsor a collector who would go to some far-flung place, collect seeds, cuttings, and sprouts, and bring them back to be grown in the Society's gardens at Chiswick. It just so happened that the man hired to construct the gardens at Chiswick House in west London had previously rebuilt the gardens at Scone Palace, and he offered his opinion: pry that Douglas fellow away from Glasgow and send him out to collect plants. Hooker chimed in from Glasgow and agreed whole-heartedly. And so it came to pass. Douglas was first sent to the east coast of the United States, and although that trip was short - less than a year - it was extremely productive, yielding new varieties of apples and pears and plums (the Washington plum was a bit hit among London fructivores), and gardeners raved about the accomplishments of young Douglas.
In 1824, Douglas was sent out once more, this time to the Pacific Northwest, and this extended venture was a hundred times more productive, resulting in a great change in the landscape of Great Britain. Travelling with factors from the Hudson Bay Company, Douglas ascended the Columbia River, crossed the Continental Divide, climbed a few fourteeners along the way, and identified and collected over 200 new plants. He was the first Englishman to see and bring back cones of the Sugar Pine, the Lodgepole Piine, the Ponderosa Pine, and, of course, the Douglas-fir, all of which would soon be growing in English gardens and on Scottish estates within a year of his return in 1827. A number of Douglas-firs were planted on the grounds of Scone Palace, which makes them nearly 190 years old today (second image), and while they aren't quite as stately as some of the Douglas-firs in the Pacific Northwest, which can top 300 feet, several Douglas-firs in England exceed 200 feet in height, including the Stronardon Douglas-Fir, which is the tallest tree in the British Isles (third image).
Douglas made one more trip to the Northwest, with a most unhappy outcome. He visited Hawaii and became the second European to climb Mauna Loa. However, on his way to climb Mauna Kea, he fell into a wild cattle pit trap that was unfortunately already occupied, and he was trampled to death by an angry bull. Suspicions of foul play arose but were never confirmed. He was only 35 years old at the time of his death. But he lives on in his tree, which incidentally is not a true fir, which is why it is spelled with a hyphen.
Three monuments to Douglas that I discovered, ne is the David Douglas Pavilion at Scone Palace, which is constructed of wood from Douglas-firs grown on the estate. The second is a bust of Douglas at the VanDusen Botanical Garden in Vancouver, British Columbia. The third monument is a cairn in Hawaii at the site of Douglas’s death.
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WIP Wednesday
And Vash gets to visit Chicago!
The medcenter vanished and Vash found himself kneeling on a street paved with a hard black substance. He had never seen that before, not even in December City. He looked up as he stood. The buildings stretched higher than the tallest building he had ever seen, reaching for one sun in the blue sky. So Earth, as remembered by Chuck, probably. He closed his eyes and listened. The song Hannah had on repeated place drifted faintly through the entire scene, but sounds of fighting were louder. Vash opened his eyes and headed toward the fight.
The roads and buildings were laid out in a grid and there was no other vehicles or pedestrians impeding Vash’s progress. The taller buildings did have crumbling battle damage and there were craters in some of the side streets Vash passed. It didn’t take long before Vash saw a tan building bout three-stories tall with two massive doors that were rolled down to the pavement. Gray the Ninelives aimed his hands at the tall sign perched on top of the roof that named the place the Last Chance Garage. Bullets from his fingers shattered the sign that was mostly wood and canvas. then he closed up his fingers again and ripped a sign from the wall above the doors. It clattered on the black pavement in front of a broad male in a purple suit.
“Oh well done. Please destroy this proletariat repair pit, you engine of extermination. Last chance for the Last Chance.” He had a rolling laugh, but nothing humorous in it.
Vash looked down at the sign. It had a motorcycle in profile between two wings. Hannah and Chuck had said they lived in a garage.
The man in the purple suit noticed Vash. “What are you doing here?” he demanded and the worst body odor Vash had ever scented wafted from him.
“Public street,” Vash answered.
“You are well armed for a public street. Perhaps you’re looking for an opportunity to wreck havoc. I can make that happen for you. Lawrence Lactavius Limburger.”
“Oh.” Vash blinked. “Oh, I’ve heard of you. Vash the Stampede.”
Limburger’s face didn’t move quite right, but whatever material the swarthy skin was created from did shift close enough to show confusion. “You are a panicked rush of cattle?”
“No, but humans sure turn into a panicked rush around me.”
“Ah, yes. Humans are easy to fool and easy to control with panic.” Limburger looked back at the garage building with loathing tugging thick lips into a frown. “Well, most of them.”
“Not finding taking over the world as easy as you thought it would be, huh? Can’t wish you luck at it; I really don’t think you should do it.”
“Then why are you here in Chicago?”
“I’m looking for my bro.”
“Bro? Bro?” Limburger snarled. “You’re not one of those vile vermin from Mars and you certainly don’t dress like a biker!”
That was some impressive spittle coming out of Limburger. Vash shook his head. “No, I’m not from Mars. And neither is my fuzzy little bro. But I heard about how he gut checked you!”
“Ninelives!” Limburger shouted. The robot Gung-Ho Gun swiveled at his waist further than organics could to look at Limburger and Vash. “Squash him! This Vash the Stampede!”
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Stupid Things about my TF2 Beastars AU that just makes sense
AKA, an excuse to infodump about my really goofy au
First, everyone’s species and heights from Shortest to tallest
Scout - Dumbo Rat - 0′10
Pyro - Fennec Fox - 1′4
Spy - European Polecat - 3′4
Sniper - Red Necked Wallaby - 4′8
Engineer - Longhorn Cattle - 5′6
Demoman - Panther - 6′0
Medic - Dog (German Shepard) - 6′0
Soldier - Sea Lion - 6′5
Heavy - Grizzly Bear - 6′11
The ones who keep their canon height only really keep it because Beastars heights don’t really make sense
Headcanons Part 1 (they are real and canon)
Medic
+ Medic’s doves are replaced with Goliath Beetles (because they are cool :D). This means that there is a whole ass goliath beetle in Scout’s chest. How this is possible is beyond me, but I mean so is the fact that there is a whole ass bird in Scout’s chest in canon.
+ Medic and Heavy cling to each other in matches against the enemy team.
+ Medic and Heavy end up in the same bed more than they would like to admit if you catch my drift. They literally cling to each other like glue. They don’t even do anything raunchy when they share a bed, they just spoon.
+ Medic’s tail wags every time he’s with Heavy. He tries his hardest to suppress it but its hard to stop one beast’s dog-like instincts. Even if he’s considered a more serious looking breed, he’s still a dog and he still loves Heavy so its bound to wag.
Pyro
+ Pyro is a little fella with a comically large flamethrower. They are so friendshaped until they pull out a flamethrower three times their size.|
+ Scout and Pyro go shopping together whenever they can and they always come back with like 15 different impulse buys because neither of them have self control
+ Pyro has tons of plushies in their room that are 10 times their size
+ Pyro also sleeps in a ball upon one of these plushies. Most of the Mercs believe that compared to everyone else’s beds, Pyro probably sleeps the coziest.
+ Pyro is also autistic
Scout
+ The fact he is 10 inches tall somehow doesn’t stop him from beating your skull in. He will bite your ankles, he will hit you with his bat when you’re down, he will go feral.
+ I already mentioned this but he and Pyro are besties. They were scared of each other at first and now they communicate in the ancient language of group stimming activities.
+ Scout has ADHD so I jokingly call him and Pyro as a pair “ADHD vs Autism”
Chaotic Bonus
+ With Scouts mom being so small compared to Spy, and Spy being a carnivore, there has been multiple occasions where Spy has been tempted to eat Scout’s mom. Spy would be considered a meat offender if it weren’t for the times Scout has bitten Spy’s ankles in an attempt to get him to stop thinking about devouring his mom. If rats could carry rabies in the universe of Beastars, I’m 99 percent sure that Spy would have gotten it by now.
I will reblog with more of my silly AU if I remember
#tf2#heavy tf2#medic tf2#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#red oktoberfest#tf2 pyro#pyro tf2#beastars au#tf2 beastars au#tf2 scout#scout tf2#spy tf2#tf2 spy#pornography starring your mother tf2#red oktoberfest tf2#beastars
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Here is the information card for Meadow Dwellers! (Aka big dumb lovable and cuddly)
More information and art will follow soon! Next will be the Forest Dwellers. Eventually I'll get to writing the lore and magic system for this world but for now please enjoy this snippet!
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Meadow Dwellers are the tallest of the dwellers, towering above the fields they so often reside in. Their height makes it easier for them to both look out across great distances and their tall legs also aid them in walking through tall grass and crop fields.
Normally Meadow Dwellers grow to be between 8ft and 8ft 6in, although the tallest one to ever be recorded was 9ft 2in. Their height makes them excellent for wading through anything effortlessly (or stepping over things so as to not accidentally stomp on them.)
Their colouration usually changes throughout the seasons, and they can change colours depending on what field they like residing in. Typically, those that live near farms or farmland will have a yellowy colouration to blend in with the fields (even if they do tower above everything).
While friendly in nature, Meadow Dwellers are also empty-headed. They are always confused about one thing or another, their minds are a bit slow and while well meaning, you do have to explain to them things at least three times before they understand what you were trying to tell them.
They are very helpful to farmers, as their appearance within the fields often signals for a good harvest. And they also make excellent weather predictors! You see, Meadow Dwellers do not particularly like rain, they take a long time to dry if they are caught out in a storm, and so when a large rainstorm is about to arrive, they seek shelter inside barns or farmhouses.
Friendly as ever, they also make excellent caretakers for cattle and children alike. If a child is ever lost in the fields while playing, they can look for the tall Meadow Dwellers and said Dweller will guide them home or stay with them until their parents come and find them.
Cattle are also very keen on staying near Meadow Dwellers, whether that is because the grass always grows greener and much tastier around the Meadow Dwellers, or simply because the Dwellers give them lots of cuddles and head pats.
Meadow Dwellers stand out from the fields, almost like scarecrows (another reason why farmers like having them around!) and while they don’t do much to scare away birds or mice (if anything the animals love them), but the benefits of having Meadow Dwellers about is far greater.
During summer while the crops grow, the Meadow Dwellers will be found wandering around the fields and farms or simply just standing still in the middle of a random crop field. After the harvest is concluded in the autumn the Meadow Dwellers return to the meadow fields around the farms and don’t come back until next summer.
They stay in the meadows during winter and come spring, they make everything flourish with life.
#character art#creature#cryptid#cryptids#monster#original art#art#artists on tumblr#meadow dweller#lore#character design#does it really count as a monster if it's friendly?
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Reversed - prologue
(Axel the Swede x OFC)
>> Chapter 1
Summary: Axel couldn't let his brothers die. He would do anything. Even if it meant seeking help in a woman he should have killed a long time ago. Suddenly, the single act of mercy became useful.
|AN|: Swedes fandom revival! Let's go!
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It’s almost ironic, how fast the chaser becomes the chased, and a predator becomes a prey. One can be born to be extraordinary, to be stronger and more powerful than all the others; but at the end of the day, everyone kneels before the barrel of a gun aimed at their head – after all, the cold steel is a cruel reminder of how easy it is to end a life. Because powerful people get so caught up in in their idea of invincibility, they forget their own burden of mortality.
“I guess it’s appropriate for me to face death, just like a cattle for slaughter,” Daryn struggled out, shaking in pain and anger as she was forced on her knees before the tall Swede. The smell of smoke was heavy in the air, and she could see the sweat glistening on his skin sticking dark ash to his cheeks. It was his fault, yet she had to die.
The man didn’t answer, only adjusted his grip on the handle of his shotgun and reloaded it without breaking the contact their gazes held. She would be beautiful, he thought. Beautiful in the warm light if it was balefire instead of a burning house – if she truly was the harmless girl that was awaiting her end, and not a destruction threatening to snap. There was no place, for people like her. They were not supposed to be, no man should conquer the power of gods, but she lived like she could easily be one.
Daryn’s eyes fell on the two men standing not too far away, inner battle reflecting in their faces. The debt of their lives belonged to her, but her thanks would be nothing but a meal of gunpowder and steel. Guilt – that was all they managed to show. No remorse, no mercy. Their gratitude was shallow and she knew it would never be repaid. She wished she could turn back time, maybe if she let them die, she would be able to escape, she would be able to fight a grief-stricken man and win, but that wouldn’t be right. They might have not seen her as a person, but it seemed like she was more human that the three of them combined.
“Quick death is mercy,” the tall main rasped out, his words marked by strong accent. He needed to tell himself those lies because he knew he was in the wrong. Once he had convinced himself, he could convince others as well. “It’s without pain.”
“Painless death is death nevertheless.” The cold metal of his gun gently pressed into the skin of her forehead and the cold it radiated was almost pleasurable, even in the unbearably hot air, there was something chilling about the black void of the gunpoint.
His mouth twitched and he looked back at his brothers standing nearby. If she wanted – if she could – she would’ve fled in that second, when his focus wavered. She couldn’t. Every movement hurt and she wished she was the evil they saw her as, the one that killed and let die, whose regret was the lives she watched to fade, and not the ones she protected, ruining her own chance of living on.
A small movement in the background caught her attention, the tallest of them all shaking his head at his brother, light eyes pleading and surprisingly gentle behind the curtains of pale hair, some of it sticking to the bloody gash across his right eye. Any other time, she would feel bad. Not for them.
They murmured something at each other in Swedish, deciding her fate in front of her, the sentence of her death already in the air, yet she was none the wiser.
“I wish you the same sentence you pass on me,” she told them coldly.
The man in front of her turned to face her again, face stoic and determined, a hunter killing a deer, a farmer slaughtering a pig. It’s all she was to them. He was the one aiming a gun at her head, but she was the monster, just like a bear is bloodthirsty for protecting its cubs and dogs rabid for attacking in defense. They say predators are on top of the food chain, deciding of life and death of those they hunt and eat, ruling the wildlife like kings, untouchable and dangerous, but everyone forgets those who turn the hunters into the hunted, those who sit on the pile of crocuses while they rot in vain, those who killed for greed – men.
“Our crimes don’t match yours,” he answered her calmly, his voice almost soothing, as if he was about to put her to sleep. In its own way, that might have been true.
“True,” Daryn admitted, the orange light all around them coloring her eyes like the clearest honey on a summer day, unnaturally bright and clear exactly reflecting the rest of her – impossible, confusing, dangerously intriguing. “Your kill count will forever be at least one up from mine, for that you deserve worse.”
To that he said nothing and not a single emotion could be read in his cool blue eyes. He was a man made of ice – cruel and merciless, and she wondered whether anything could move his heart. Would he shed a tear over someone’s death? Would he ever weep over loved one’s loss?
“So, you killed,” the tall Swede concluded, never breaking the contact their gazes held and Daryn wondered why has life blessed someone so foul with a look so clear.
“I have never taken a life,” the woman defended herself, teeth almost baring like a dog, a warning and an empty threat. “Can you say the same?”
The gun aimed at her head pressed more firmly into her, and she closed her eyes shut, instincts taking over her need to be brave. How would it feel? Would there be pain? How much, how long? How does it feel to die? The fear of the unknown, of just suddenly ceasing to exist was greater than the fear of death itself. Only the idea of forever filled her with unreasonable dread, but maybe she would come back. Live another life anew – harmless and regular, where there was nothing wild to guard and keep in. Just peace. She liked that.
“No.” The pressure of steel against her forehead suddenly disappeared, and her eyes shot open in confusion. Her executioner dropped his armed hand to his side, something unreadable written in his expression, and with a tone, strangely gentle in contrast to all the rough words that left his lips, he added: “But I will give you mercy.”
Why? She was ready to ask, the simple question already falling off the tip of her tongue, when he answered without hearing it. He could see it craved in the gold of her eyes.
“Leave, hide, and the debt of my brothers’ lives will be paid.” Instead of quick death, he now offered her his hand, carefully helping her stand up, even steadying her as the pain in her back protested her movements.
Daryn looked at the two men behind him, but their faces bore similar expressions to his. If it was a trick she wouldn’t have known. Hesitantly, she looked back at the one still gripping her hand, noticing how different their features were, as if their relation was distant or none at all, yet on the surface they acted almost like one.
“I hope to never see you again,” she whispered and none of them loosened the grip of their hands.
“Mutual,” he responded and abruptly let go, turning his back to her and slowly walked away, the two other brothers following soon after, leaving Daryn standing there with fire slowly swallowing everything around, growing more by each second, which till now passed without her notice.
When she looked backed at it later in life, she realized just how funny the irony of life is.
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Creative Project
The first site I saw on my voyage to ancient Egypt was the Great Pyramid of Giza, the largest of the Pyramids of Giza. The Pyramids of Giza were royal tombs built for the three pharaohs, Khufu, Khafre, and Menkaure. The Pyramid of Giza is the biggest Pyramid of Giza. The Great Pyramid of Giza's creation took about 20 years. Pharaoh Khufu was the pharaoh who created the Great Pyramid of Giza. The Great Pyramid of Giza is one of the "seven wonders of the world" and is the only one still standing today. Many people consider it to be the biggest building ever constructed. The original pyramid was 482 feet high and had four equal sides measuring 755 feet. There were about 2 million stones used to build the Great Pyramid of Giza. The stones used to construct the pyramid had polishing made with limestones. According to researchers, "Some of these stones are of such immense size and weight (such as the granite slabs in the King's Chamber) that the logistics of raising and positioning them so precisely seems an impossibility by modern standards." (worldhistory.com) The chief purpose of building the pyramids was to house the dead body of a pharaoh. The Egyptians believed that after a person dies, people would continue living in a similar world to the one on earth in the afterlife. During the burial ceremonies, people would leave all types of riches in the tombs of the pyramids because they believed it would help the dead person in the new world. A notable fact about the Great Pyramid of Giza is that there have been many grave robbers from the times of the construction of the pyramid to modern history. Some people believed that the pyramids were cursed and believed that bad luck would fall upon those who looted the pyramids. These ideas are what inspired modern movies like "The Mummy".
The second site I saw was the great Sphinx of Giza. The Great Sphinx of Giza came to be around the time of Pharaoh Khafre. The Great Sphinx is among the world's tallest sculptures having measurements totaling 240 feet long and 66 feet high. The Sphinx features a human head with a lion's body. There is a headdress covering the face of the sculpture with the face of the sculpture being Pharaoh Khafe's. The Sphinx was made to resemble the face of Pharaoh Khafre. It is one of Egypt's most famous landmarks. The sculpture was carved with a single piece of limestone. Historians don't know the exact purpose of the pyramid, but a lot of archeologists speculated that it was to guard the area it was in. The Great Sphinx of Giza is a monumental sculpture on its own, but historians believe that due to the proximity of other important constructions, it played a specific purpose in the layout of the area. Over time there has been a lot of damage done to the Great Sphinx of Giza due to normal wear and tear and possible vandalism. The nose on the Sphinx is no longer there and historians say either Napoleon and his crew caused the nose to fall or due to the aversion of worshipping the Sphinx, a Sufi Muslim leader destroyed the nose. There was a beard on the Great Sphinx of Giza, but it naturally eroded and fell off. Some signs lead historians to believe that the Sphinx was once multicolored. This is because there were relics of red paint found on the sculpture.
The third site I saw was the Nile River. The Nile River was essential to the rise of ancient Egypt. The Nile River flows 4,160 miles from eastern-central Africa into the Mediterranean. The Nile River provided ancient Egyptians with water to help make the soil fertile. The Nile River also helped the people of Egypt transport materials for building projects. Due to the Nile being a vital transportation route, Egyptians became skilled at building boats and ships. These ships transported important goods like wood, cattle, and vegetables. The Nile was vital to ancient Egypt because it was the main source of water in the desert, without the Nile there would have been a lack of resources regards to water. The Nile brought a unique opportunity for growth to the people of Egypt. The Nile would flood annually and depending on how much water was created silt(soil) would determine how much crops could be harvested that season. The natives had to be creative in creating tools to help create enough silt for a plentiful harvest. A form of water management practiced by the Egyptians was called basin irrigation. Basin Irrigation was a system that had the construction of water banks that created basins. Since water levels were so important to determine if the upcoming harvest would be fruitful, the Egyptians created a tool called a nilometer to measure water levels. This would help Egyptians know if they would have enough water to use for the season. The Nile also played a role in the construction of the pyramids in Egypt. The Nile was used as a means to transport the materials used in the construction of the pyramids. The Nile River also helped shaped Egyptian religious beliefs. The Nile was an important focal point in determining the Egyptian calendar because the first month of the calendar was determined by the flooding of the Nile. Egyptians even praised the deity of flooding, Hapy.
The fourth site I saw was the Hieroglyphs. Hieroglyphics is a system of writing using pictures as characters. Hieroglyphics could be read as pictures, symbols for objects, or symbols for sounds. The purpose of Hieroglyphics was to represent a royal individual or a special event with a picture on a wall. They can be found on temples walls and public monuments. Hieroglyphs were called the words of the gods by Egyptian people and were used mainly by priests. Egyptian Hieroglyphs were divided into four categories. Alphabetic signs represent a single sound, it should be noted that Egyptians didn't fully utilize vowels so some words may never be decoded. Syllabic signs are a combination of two or three consonants. Word signs are pictures of objects that are used to represent the object. Also, there are determinative signs, which are signs that help express an abstract idea. Early Hieroglyphics may have originated from the early art of Egypt. The symbols on pottery in Egypt are said to resemble hieroglyphics. Slowly through time, there have been advances in deciphering the Hieroglyphs in Egypt, but a big breakthrough came around 1799. In 1799 Napoleon's troops discovered Rosetta Stone. Rosetta Stone was a rock that had symbols carved into them. The symbols that were carved in Rosetta Stone allowed scholars to crack the code of Egyptian Hieroglyphics.
The death of Osiris is a major event in Egyptian history. According to history Set and Osiris were brothers of the divine original family of Egypt. Their father was Geb, god of earth, and Nut, goddess of the sky. They also had a sister named Isis, who plays an important role in the story. The story is told that Set is jealous of Osiris because Osiris is the king of Egypt. Osiris is known as the god of fertility and life while Set is known as the god of chaos and violence. This may have led the ancestor of Egypt to choose Osiris as king over Set. There was not a lot written about the reign of Osiris, but it was said to be a great time for Egypt. Some say that the Set vs Osiris battle was symbolism for the struggle between order and chaos. The story goes that Set tricked Osiris into a coffin where Set cut his body into a bunch of different pieces. Isis, the wife of Osiris, then looks for help to restore the dead body of Osiris. She is said to find a way to use her magic to restore all but one piece of Osiris and magically conceive a child named Horus. Horus would then Challenge his uncle Set for the throne of Egypt and later it is said he became victorious. This myth played an important role in the religion and worship of Egypt as Horus, Set, and Osiris were all worshipped by the people of Egypt at different times. Set in particular played an important role in ancient Egypt because he was the protector of Ra. It was said that Set used to protect Ra on his nightly voyage into the underworld by killing the giant serpent Apophis who represents all the evil in the world. Stories of these events and myths have been recorded in Hieroglyphics for historians to understand the History of the Egyptian people.
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yall, zhould i do an invad3r zim animatic? (zcript iz b3low)
“OH MY GOTH!” Invader Zim Animatic Goth AU
*random shots of characters*
*zim running*
He's an undead ghoul *dolly shot to zim*
From a skeletal race *irken armada*
He drove a big black spire *voot cruiser*
Through the void of space *void of space*
From the cemetery planet of the living dead *urth*
He's got a robot monster with a TV head *gir*
And a ghost of a tombstone under his bed *gnomes*
And if they beam you on board: Don't go in the basement! *zim shushing*
(Don't go in the basement!) *dib out zim house w/ camera*
OH MY GOTH!
It's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *cut to the tallest*
OH MY GOD!
He's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *cut to zim frightened*
He came to pave our world! *him landing*
But hasn't done it yet *dib researching*
Too busy chasing girls on the internet! *fighting dib*
But if they beam you on board take a friend or 5 *keef hugging zim*
'Cause your favorite band is playing live *professor membrane*
And if your boss shows up he better know how to rock! *the tallest again*
Cause if he doesn't get down
We'll push him in the air lock! *skoodge in airlock*
OH MY GOTH!
It's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *dib and gaz*
OH MY GOTH!
He's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *zim*
OH MY GOTH!
She's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *tak*
OH MY GOTH!
We're....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *irkens*
Oh the Devil himself is after us *zim outside house*
With his right hand man, Lord Beelzebub! *skoodge running to zim*
Pass me that Sonic Cattle Prod *zim and the trial*
We'll have them drinking and twitching like a pocket goth! *zim twitching and the tallest laughing*
*multiple shots of dib getting supplies or smthn*
OH MY GOTH!
It's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *dib and gaz*
OH MY GOTH!
He's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *zim*
OH MY GOTH!
She's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *tak*
OH MY GOTH!
We're....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead! *irkens*
*zim in armada, thens finds smthn he shouldn’t have, frightened zim, tallest behind him*
#gir invader zim#invader zim#invader zim au#gir#dib membrane#zim#professor membrane#animatic#goth#oh my goth#script
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Azar heaved a heavy sigh and eased back on the propulsion for the Mantis’ thrusters, while extending the legs to land the Angel.
It obeyed, though grudgingly. They both had had a long day, and it didn’t want to fly, but it’s legs had been damaged in the fighting today.
This realm was full of Aether, but it was also full of angry wildlife. Not the fun kind either, the kind that lurked and waited till you weren’t looking and dashed in for a swipe here and a bite there, trying to weaken them. The Aether healed them, yes, but it was a slow process and required concentration, which would leave them open to their hunters.
Mantis was an exquisite Angel, one of the finest, in Azar’s opinion. Though they would say that, seeing as Mantis has been custom grown to be a perfect fit for them. Mantis herself was on the smaller side, as far angels went, only about 25 feet tall at her tallest, and lightly armored, but she was capable of extended flight and was incredibly agile. She also boasted an extensive custom arsenal, all grown by Azar themself. Her upper arms bear a rail gun with a wrist machine gun, and her lower arms wield a shield and spear. Her abdomen was loaded with laser guided missiles and the underside has thrusters, that paired with the leg thrusters enabled her to sustain flight for minutes at a time.
Mantis touched down in a wide clearing, giving them both a much needed reprieve from the confines of the jungle, and the predators it was filled with. They’d been dealing with some kind of large cat-thing. They’d killed several, and they were similar to tigers, except nearly 9 feet tall at the shoulder, and their bones extended outside their body, giving them a rough armor that proved very effective at deflecting spear thrusts. They’d finally managed to lose the last of the pack after the alpha had made itself known. Mantis had fought well against it, her rail guns proving once again to be incredibly useful, if somewhat difficult to use.
Unfortunately the latest trainee had been downed and torn apart by the Bone-Tigers. At least this world had enough Aether they’d regenerate rather quickly, but Mantis was in bad enough shape they couldn’t afford to wait the days to weeks it would take. They’d just have to find somewhere to make a world bridge near wherever they ended up.
Speaking of. “Hey Mantis, do you see anywhere around here we can open a bridge?” Azar asked her from inside her torso.
She chittered a quick response back Scanning area for world bridge seams. You really should have marked that one we found earlier. We could have managed.
Azar chuckled and rubbed her console in that spot she liked. “I’m sure we could have. But those bone tigers gave us enough hassle, and took out the kid. Besides you’re not looking so hot big girl. Your legs are torn to shreds practically. Ah see, look there’s one, a couple kilometers that way. We’re practically there already. Do you wanna fly there or take some time to patch your legs up while we’ve got all this Aether?”
We shall attempt to restore me to capacity, few realms are this rich. Please plant a few sensor beacons while I regenerate. Just in case the tigers decide to try their luck again >:3 I STILL HUNGER
Azar chuckled as they exited her torso onto her palm and she lowered them onto the ground. They grabbed a few sensor rods from a pocket on their hip and started going around the corners of the clearing planting them in the ground to listen for vibrations.
“You’re always hungry! I swear, didn’t you already eat today?”
Only a few cows from that realm with the shiny people before we came here. Oh and a Bone-tiger. But they are hard to eat. Picking around all the pointy bits is tedious .
Azar put a hand to their face as they started walking back. “We want them to like us, stop eating their cows. Somebody is going to notice at some point. Come on Mantis, you know better.”
Mmmmmmmmmmm. I only eat Mn’thuz’s cattle. I do not care for them.
Azar sighed again. It’s difficult to argue with her sometimes. “Mn’thuz is kind of an ass yes. But you can’t eat their cattle. They made up with the village remember?” Azar knelt beside her left, more injured leg and began helping with the healing process, channeling the Aether of this world to knit the steel and bone back together.
With village yes. With you no. They killed you thrice. I have not eaten Mn’thuz. This is good yeeesssss??
She cocked her head at him questioningly, her mandibles chittering rapidly with excitement and amusement
“I suppose I’m proud of you for not eating them. Though you know that’s the minimum. Next time we swing by the metalwalker realm you’re going to apologize to them and figure something out to pay them for those cattle. Dragons above what do cattle that shit gold cost?”
Mantis shrugged all 4 of her shoulders in unison.
You are seraphim. What is money to an Angel and her Seraphim?
A quick beeping from a beacon pulled both of their attention from tending to her. Though her left leg was nearly repaired now.
“Start scanning. See if you can get an eye on whatever the sensor is picking up. Roll over, lemme try and repair some of your other leg before it gets here” Azar said after a quick glance.
Mantis rolled her eyes and shifted so he could reach her right lug while she weaved and shifted her head, her eyes shifting colors as they checked different spectrums.
The purple glow from Azar’s palms as they ran their hands over Mantis’ wounds glowed brilliantly, and the steel-flesh knit itself back together, healing her nearly instantly.
It is not the tigers. I think it may be worse however. Picking up a Bone-Rhino on approach
“Oh a Bone-Rhino, are we just prefixing bone to earth creatures now for this realm?”
It seems apropos. This realm seems adjacent to primal earth, though much more interesting.
“You only say that cuz you get to eat these ones”
That is not my only reason. I do not like the idea of snakes bigger than me.
“We’ve been here less than a week, you don’t know there aren’t snakes here.” Azar chuckled to themself as they moved to another tear in her flesh.
I think you should board we do not have much time before the rhino will be on top of us. And not in the fun way
“I regret reaching you euphemisms” Azar leapt onto her palm as she reached down to grab him
Azar entered her torso and she closed around him and they melded together again, joined in harmony with synchronous Aether-forms. A marvel of science and magic, made possible by building Mantis based off of Azar’s own genetic template. She was slightly modified to be compatible with the Angel system, and thus is the bond of Angel and Seraphim.
Azar/Mantis looked to the forest as she gained her footing, and ran through a quick systems check
Rail gun #1: ONLINE
Rail gun #2: ONLINE
Wrist MG #1: ONLINE
Wrist MG #2: ONLINE
Wrist MG #3: ONLINE
Wrist MG #4: ONLINE
Spear: INTACT
Shield: DAMAGED
Abdomen Missile Launcher: ONLINE
Abdomen Thrusters: ONLINE
Head: UNTOUCHED
Left leg: UNTOUCHED
Left leg Thrusters: ONLINE
Right leg: INTACT
Right leg Thrusters: ONLINE
Just as the Bone-Rhino burst into the clearing Mantis lunged forward with her spear, it glanced off the bones growth on the creatures face and skated to left, grazing its shoulder
The rhino grunted and tossed its head, throwing its three large horns dangerously close to Mantis’ torso, though she had already engaged her thrusters, maneuvering herself behind the rhino. Her railguns whined with the charge building as the rhino turned around for another charge.
Mantis fired both railguns, an explosive crack split the air in front of her as twin sonic booms erupted from the barrel of the railguns. The trees around them shook, and several branches shed their leaves. A cloud of dust rose before her, obstructing the visible spectrum. In infrared they saw the rhino’s head explode, the twin bolts carving trails of destruction through the rhino, and it collapsed, lifeless.
Excellent shot Mantis. This one’s a lot less boney it looks like. If you’re still hungry and wanna hang around a bit longer. Azar said to her.
No. I do not wish to attract another predator. They seem to hunt in packs in this realm. We do not do well when engaging large groups with limited visibility. Also I wish to continue to believe there are no snakes on this realm
Azar conveyed his amusement to her via their link. We haven’t even seen any snakeskin. I’m sure this realm is fine.
Mmmmmmmmmm. We shall move on nonetheless. I do not like how eager you seem to find a snake here -.- we will not be visiting the lamia realm again will we? I know that Fate/Time favors them too but… things without feet are weird.
Mantis grumbled back as she flew towards the bridge seam she’d detected
You’re a 25 foot tall human/Angel hybrid that is literally immortal and you’re freaked out by snakes. It’s never not a little bit funny
If only I did not require you to make bridges she chittered idly, then I would truly be the most perfect creation in The Everything
You need me more as a conscience than anything ya big goober.
We established that human morality is a construct that only limits my potential
Potential murder and arson you mean?
It was implied yes. Make the bridge now, we have arrived.
Azar focused on the seam, and imagined a door that was welded shut, and they channeled the local Aether towards unwelding the door. They didn’t really need to visualize it anymore, but it made the process simpler, harder to get distracted.
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