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The inky black of Luna's swirling night wraps and weaves against an unexpected intruder in the dark woods of the Pruden wood. A glowing, ravaging invader that bakes and pops the flesh of a great old tree, its cries heard long and far as it burns on, the flames bound and contained firmly to the confines of its being. They rage on, furious and persistent without any regard to the tree's cries.

You clutch your ears at its screams, your heart unable to bear the sad cry of the tree. “Please stop...” You and Belinda say. “Stop burning... Please...” You both whisper with tears swelling I your eyes, running down your cheeks as you writhe in agony.

You'd done already what you could to drag away the liberated women from the burnt oak, yet you hear the true voice of the tree spike and resound.

You feel a pair of hands upon your shoulders as you're brought up from your curling fetal position. Blinking back the stinging tears you can see Odette's Luna-stained hair aglow with the orange flame. She looks you fiercly in the eyes, scrapes and scratches dashed across her face, “Reap- Beli are you all right? What's wrong? Are you hurt?” Her eyes glance down to the other women, “:Are they...?”

“No, No... We're fine...” You whine, grabbing onto Odette and holding her for comfort. “The tree, she's screaming... I can't...”

“Calm down, it's okay...”

You blink back the tears, and try to focus, pushing back the scream of the tree. “Where is Biz? Are you... Are you alright?”

“We chased the Satire here when you ran off. He abandoned the fight after throwing you in the tree and I pursued him. Biz is...”

“So many ladies... kidnapped.” You hear Biz say from behind you, “I can't believe that foul beast had taken so many.”

>[“They were all waiting for his return...”]
>[“They're unconscious, do you think the spell is broken?”]
>[“We need to get away from here... Back to the village.”]
>[“We need to kill that monster.”~Dramir]
>[Write in]

>>45948705
>["We need to put out the fire. I made this."]

>>45948705
>[“We need to kill that monster.”~Dramir]
We held on to the Reaper's face a long time.
Should have influenced us

>>45948774
This though we'll need Dramir's help
>[“We need to kill that monster.”~Dramir]

>>45948705
>[“They're unconscious, do you think the spell is broken?”]

>>45948811
>>45948834
oh god, you guys are serious about murderdeathkill

whelp, here comes the suffering for all parties train.

>>45948894
As if we could have escaped that train.

>>45948705
>[“They're unconscious, do you think the spell is broken?”]
and
>["We need to put out the fire. I made this."]

>>45948936
we, uh, could have. Dran explicitly said so last thread.

>>45948705
>[“They were all waiting for his return...”]
>[“They're unconscious, do you think the spell is broken?”]

>>45948774
This

>>45948774
Seconding this

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>>45948705

As the flames rage on, so does the screaming. You cringe into Odette's toned arms as Biz looks on at the flames with eyes twinkling as though he could write a ballad about this. Though an intangible force seems to keep the fire from spreading you swallow hard as you push back the ephemeral scream of the wood and say, “We need to put it out... I made this.”

“How do we do that?” Odette utters back quick, as her eyes start to flush with worry, more over you. “We don't have any water, and even if we did it'd take a rainstorm.”

Some part of you wishes Avar were here. Whatever those tricks with water are, you're sure he could fix this somehow but... You haven't seen any hide or hair of them since Bikel. (“I've been trying to will it away. Trying, trying. It just won't work.”) Belinda whimpers within you.

(“These flames were made by another, one that is and is not us.”)

“What?” You ask aloud, straining to concentrate on the voices inside, “What do you mean?”

(“This flame is me, but also not. It's like a cousin or a brother. Born of hate and pain. Only the contractor of eternal flame can dispel it.”

“So we need to become that other person again?”

(“Yes.”)

“Beli, are you okay?” Odette whispers to you.

Sucking in a deep breath before nodding, you shudder as you exhale, “I'm going to try something.” You stand, wobbling to your feet as Odette supports you, rising by your side.

“Lady Beli, this is such a beautiful flame, it just flickers and weaves. And oh, how it dances with such passion! It's like a dance of hatred!” While Biz seems enthused by the hateful flame, Odette shoots him a sharp look.

“Can you not? This is causing Beli a lot of suffering.”

>>45949677

“Oh? How so?” Biz looks back to the two of you, only now realizing the state that you're in. His words catch in his throat and he quietly shuts up.

With labored concentration, you try to feel that thread again. Searching for it, you find that it's gone so slack. Wrapping it around your arm and finger gives it no change. No, it was the danger, conviction, emotion that had made it tighten... Perhaps...

>[Meditate, try to reason with Dramir... But will he listen?]
>[“We must save this tree!” But would Dramir do that?]
>[“I will right this wrong!” But is it strong enough?]
>[Cast yourself into the flame... But will Dramir answer your sacrifice?]
>[Write in]

This may be pissing on fire.

>>45949696
>[Meditate, try to reason with Dramir... But will he listen?]
I told you killing the monster was the right idea

>>45949696
>[“I will right this wrong!” But is it strong enough?]

>>45949696
>This may be pissing on fire.
Ah, but it's important to act with Kindness, no?

>[“I will right this wrong!” But is it strong enough?]

>>45949696
>[“I will right this wrong!” But is it strong enough?]

>>45949696
>[Meditate, try to reason with Dramir... But will he listen?]
Oh well Diplomacy isn't the best but it's the "safest" way to try
>[“We must save this tree!” But would Dramir do that?]
I don't think the Reaper cares much about trees.
>[“I will right this wrong!” But is it strong enough?]
FOR JUSTICE!
>[Cast yourself into the flame... But will Dramir answer your sacrifice?]
Suicide attempt and hoping Dramir cares enough to save us.

Oh well
>[“I will right this wrong!” But is it strong enough?]

>>45949696
>[Meditate, try to reason with Dramir... But will he listen?]

>>45949696
>[Meditate, try to reason with Dramir... But will he listen?]

>>45949696
>[“I will right this wrong!” But is it strong enough?]

>>45949696

Letting yourself stand on your own, you let youself fall into your meditative state, focusing on the thread and where it leads. The world bleeds away as you enter the world of white stained with glass, the distant thread lingering in your vision.

With a thrum, you hear a distant growl rumble in this world. Pausing, you look around. Without anything else out of the ordinary, you grab hold of the thread and feel as though you're touching Dramir...

“Dramir, I don't know if you're listening... I want to do the right thing here... I just need to end the burning.”

You feel a surging echo of emotions return. Questioning, denying, condescending.

“I know you think it's stupid, but it's the way I am. It's not one of the ones that made you suffer, they're liberated, and if we don't do something it will burn eternally. Enough is enough, isn't it?”

The reply this time is stronger, you feel words flowing back, distant, disembodied, “Strange... you can call me... Four times now... Let me guess... If I don't.... Help... You'll keep pestering, won't you?”

“You're going to be part of me again?” Belinda whispers from somewhere within you.

“We... Haven't met proper... Have we, little girl?” Dramir roils back, you can feel the spurn coating his words.

“Little girl? Why, thank you.” Belinda says with a false cheer. “Look, I've felt you. And I find it...”

“Find it what?”

>>45950590

“Sad.” Belinda says, her voice but a whisper of this ephemeral realm.

You can feel Dramir's emotions buckle, then boil into his familiar spitefulness, “Sad? Is that pity I hear in your voice? What do you know?”

“Belinda! We need him to end the fire.” You interject in the blossoming argument between the two.

“I'll speak my mind. This man is sad. Sadness ruls him more than anything else. I can feel the distant loss that he's never gotten over, the passionate hatred that'd make him the most brilliantly hateful of Namour...”

You feel Belinda's influence creep through your body, searching for something... “Your wife was Namour.” You say in time with Belinda. “What would she think of you now?”

“She can't. Because she's dead.” Dramir answers back with the emotions of resentment and melancholy hate washing back. There's a lingering emptiness in his words, and you feel mutually disarmed as him as he thinks.

“Why do you two bother to try changing my mind? To stop me from feeling as I must? And even so, you call upon me only during your times of need...” You feel him switch his attentions to Belinda, “And when you haven't got the heart to defend yourself to the extent of your power.”

>[“Must I prove myself to you?”]
>[“You think I'd just let you wallow in that place? That's not who I am.”]
>[“Things were so much easier with you Dramir. Let's hunt again.”]
>[“Is being a bitter old man all that's left to your life? I have seen loved ones die throughout my life.”]
>[Write in.]

>>45950613
>[“You think I'd just let you wallow in that place? That's not who I am.”]

>>45950613
>[“You think I'd just let you wallow in that place? That's not who I am.”]

>>45950613
>[“You think I'd just let you wallow in that place? That's not who I am.”]

>>45950613
>[“Is being a bitter old man all that's left to your life? I have seen loved ones die throughout my life.”]

>>45950613
>[“Must I prove myself to you?”]

>>45950613
>["You didn't seem the kind to appreciate flirting with young men."]
>["There is more to you than just sadness. Sadness isn't what saved those Guisi, those already abandoned by the Elders."]

>>45950613
>[“Must I prove myself to you?”]
Do something for Dramir
>[“You think I'd just let you wallow in that place? That's not who I am.”]
About the Faceless and his true identity
>[“Things were so much easier with you Dramir. Let's hunt again.”]
Reaper mode.
Fuck that tree and let's kill the Satyr.
>[“Is being a bitter old man all that's left to your life? I have seen loved ones die throughout my life.”]
Belinda's answer


I take
>[“You think I'd just let you wallow in that place? That's not who I am.”]

>>45950613
>[“You think I'd just let you wallow in that place? That's not who I am.”]

>>45950613

“You think...” You shake Belinda's influence, “You think that I'd just let you wallow in that? It's not who I am. There is more to you than just sadness and this suffering you carry. Yet sadness isn't what saved those Guisi, especially those that had been abandoned by their elders.”

In the white space, you feel a resounding silence as the red thread between the two of you lingers, thrumming back the sensation of contemplation with a persisting though waning denial.

“I'm trying to understand you, because I know that I lost something, a great deal to the Hylons and still, I can at least try to forgive them.”

“... Are you done?” Dramir's words linger back. “I'm sick of your nagging... When will you wear me again?.”

“I'm not sure, soon I hope.” You say with some warmth.

Dramir gives a sigh of reserved approval. “Try to keep us together for more than a few moments this time?”


You feel yourself snap out of that world, returning to the present of the burning tree, Dramir's thread tightens firmly in your grip.

(“He may just be a gentle old fellow at heart... Once you get back all that nasty business.”) Belinda whispers, musing.

You hear that growl again and notice that Dire wolves pace just beyond the reaches of the flame's flickering light. Hungry monsters lurking, hungering for the threads that compose your being. Odette stands firm with arrow knocked, her bow screaming out for her to shoot, to kill. Biz holds a sword drawn from the neck of his lute, flicking it about threateningly and manning up to defend you.

(“Let's become one again.”) You say, pulling hard on the thread, letting it spiral around you.

>>45951683

>A new theme comes on...
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEtUCYZFnGo

With a spiraling red thread, you feel it embrace your body as you succumb to a presence that's only ever been at its fringe. Something that is neither yourself, Belinda, nor Dramir. No, this one is something new, one that defies the natural order of Thespia's flow of fate.

You feel your body morphing again, becoming more mature, yet still bearing elegance and beauty at its core. Yes, and as Dramir's thread intertwines with yours, it mantles you with vengeance and fury masked by a gentle mirth.

Horns sprout from your forehead, coiling back as flames lay over your shoulders as a pelted boa. Within your hand the scythe come formed of ironwood and a blade licked by steel. A change in your eyes as Belinda's Heart-shaped pupils gain polygonal sides that sharpen into a spade as burning shadows coil over your form.

Luna's burning glow from the enflamed great oak seems to peer down upon you with interest as your form stabilizes.

Personalities, ideals, thoughts, fears, and Arches melding into one and neither. As you take a step forward as this new entity you smile with a gentle, almost motherly grin as you flip your long red hair back, a sharp gray streak running through your bangs.

“Looks like these wolves have been bad while I was away...” You say as a melodic, supple tone emanates from your lips. Raising your scythe in hand, flames twist about as it lengthens into a chainsword, ironwood cuff at your wrist and eternal flames connecting the segments. “Suppose this will do.”

Odette looks back to you, her eyes going wide at the sight, “Who... are you?”

Biz even buckles back, looking to you with fright, “ Lady, Beli, what?”

Your lips smile wide, showing white teeth, “My name is...”

>[Belindamir]
>[Belimir]
>[Dralinda]
>[Dramirinda]
>[Write in]

>>45951698
nonono, fuck hodgepodge names.

We either name ourselves something silly, or something that encompasses ALL amalgamations.

>>45951698
>[Batman]
I'm sorry

>>45951698
>those names
Ok Dran.

Hmm... Bellamir's another one, sounds less hodgepodgy.

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>>45951766
I can't name a character after me, sorry.

>>45951799
>Dranule
>Dranzy
>YggDran
okay I'm done joking around

>>45951799
Why the fuck do you give us a naming choice?
I fucking hate choosing names.

>>45951852
I'll skip it then.

I just found a short, sweet name that fits.

>>45951698
>Kassandra
Fuck those names

>>45951869
Well if you still need votes I'd go with >>45951873

This isn't as easy as gem fusion.
Bellami?

>>45951698
if there aren't any other suggestions yet, I'm trying to find a proper latin translation of wildcard

>>45951944
Ohh, I might like that.

>>45951944
I don't think there's a latin word for card

>>45951944
There's no word for card.
Maybe use "fors" which means chance/luck/fortune/destiny

>>45951944
google translate is not very helpful.
>>45951985
you got that fucking right, the closest thing is a goddamn comb.

Pectum means being, though.

>Fera Card
>Fera Pecto
>Agrius Pectum
hmm, more like a special move than a name.
>Agripect
now it sounds like a corporation

Is there an androgynous version of Grius?

>>45952023
Forius? Doesn't roll off the tongue. Maybe Fors is the last/second name.

>>45952060
Maybe just Fors.

Maybe greek for chance?
atýchima

Belfors?

>>45952146
Just pick something.
This will go nowhere

>>45951698

“Belfors, for wild beauty.” You say with a sultry wink to Biz, causing his cheeks to flush into a glowing red.

Looking up at the tree, you tap into the roaring flames and send out a gust that snuffs it out. As the flames vanish and darkness falls, the wolves instantly lash out, striking from the dark as a tide of bloody dark fur.

In the dark, however, your eyes see clearly.

With a maddened smile, you lash out with your burning blade-whip, slashing through two of the wolves and their steely hides in one go. They yip and whine as the lingering flames go wild, burning through the flesh and fur.

With a backflip and handspring you bring the living whip around to slash at the wolves that would bear down on your flanks, slashing they too with the viscious blade.

Biz and Odette hunker down, their eyes suddenly blind to the dark with the lack of light, yet they observe your blade igniting the dark, and cutting through the night in viscious rips, and elegant twirls in this dance of savagry.

One wolf pounces, thinking it's gotten the better of you, yet you lower yourself and kick back, a talon forming at your heel as you let the wolf ride its momentum across before you tumble with it and then lash out with your whip in a piercing straight line kebabing the wolf with you flaming skewer before ripping it out.

For a moment, you feel yourself start to come apart before you feel your fist thump at your own stomach, “Hold on you bitch, we've got to finish!”
Swinging your whip around in a burning circle, the wind is enamored to your brutal dance, igniting and whirling about before getting sent out as a brilliant torrent, driving the rest of the damned dire wolves away, leaving the injured and dead as casualty.

>[Finish off the injured, better than for them to suffer.]
>[Pursue and destroy the hounds, they've tasted enough death.]
>[Rest easy and talk to the injured survivors.]
>[Write in.]

>>45952028
>>45951735
oh wait

>amalgam
latin:
>Malagma
Almaga
Malagma Fors
Formag
Alma Forg

>>45952381
>>[Pursue the hounds, Destroy their spirit. Then ask them for their Reasons.]

>>45952381
>[Finish off the injured, better than for them to suffer.]

>>45952381
>[Finish off the injured, better than for them to suffer.]

>>45952381
>[Rest easy and talk to the injured survivors.]

>>45952381
>[Pursue and destroy the hounds, they've tasted enough death.]

>>45952381
>[Rest easy and talk to the injured survivors.]

>>45952381
>[Rest easy and talk to the injured survivors.]
Are they allied with the Satyr?

>>45952385
>Amalgus: Belfors

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>>45952629
We're not going to turn into this guy, are we?

>>45952678
When... would you?

>>45952693
>Amalgus
>algus
I was just reminded of it when one of the variations turned up with Alma.

>>45952381

With the rest of the wolves routed and in all likelihood mortified by their second crushing defeat, you let yourself relax, recoiling the links of your sword whip and refusing it into a solid blade. Approaching the defeated hounds that whimper and whine at your approach you shout out to them, “You'll die if you run you know. Best stay, I've got questions to ask.”

One of the wolves looks to the one you skewered, {“Y-you killed the alpha... O-Our hides are supposed to resist blades. Why?”}

“Flames, different story. And it's good the Alpha's dead, he was leading you all to ruin. Speaking of which, are you allied with the Satire?”

The wolf stares at you, pissing itself in fear as you stand tall, resolute, and unafraid. {“H-he told us to eat the men, that it'd make us greater. Our jaws, our hides, stronger! It worked, we changed! With thespian flesh and blood, we changed!”} The wolf whimpers in confusion, its smoldering leg causing it such grief, {“Yet you can still hurt us, kill us. Please, no closer!}

“Yes,” You say with a sharp snap of your tone, “You will not be hunting Thespians any longer. “I'm guessing the Satire resided in this tree?” You point with your sword, not looking back at the smoldering, barely alive heap.

{“Yes, the girls not-food, brought here. Wanted just one, but took those that searched. Didn't want us to eat them.”}

You take another step closer, anger brimming in your heart as you feel a vein throb in your forehead, “And what, pray tell did he want with them here?”

>>45952973

{“Don't know! Girls and water and greens go in! Only Satire come out! We didn't know how to enter the tree!”} The wolf's eyes dart to the ground as you take another step, it tries to support its body on its lashed leg, failing and trying to scramble away, {“Nonono, no closer! I'm hurt! I'm dying!”}

>Anything else to ask?
>[Input]

>[Execute the injured, you're done with the bloodthirsty mongrels.]
>[Snuff the flames and let them go, they'll know better from now on.]

>[Use one to track the Satire.*Combinable*]
>[Write in.]

>>45953001
>How does eating Thespians strengthen you?
>[Execute the injured, you're done with the bloodthirsty mongrels.]

>>45953001
>[Snuff the flames and let them go, they'll know better from now on.]

>>45953001
>Did the Satyr do something else unusual?
>[Snuff the flames and let them go, they'll know better from now on.]
>[Use one to track the Satire.*Combinable*]

>>45953001
>[Execute the injured, you're done with the bloodthirsty mongrels.]
>[Use one to track the Satire.*Combinable*]

>>45953001
>Where do these water and greens come from?
>[Use one to track the Satire.*Combinable*]
Tracking wolf gets snuffed flames. Other wolves get snuffed ETERNAL flames, but let their tails alight with regular flames to put out as they run away.

>>45953001
>[Snuff the flames and let them go, they'll know better from now on.]

>>45953118
aaaaand just incase Dran thinks I'm being petty:

The eternal flames are plenty scary, but it's important for them to realize that REGULAR flame is dangerous as well, that even after we're gone there are things that can kill them.

>>45953296
The wolves don't even really realize the difference between normal flames and eternal flames.

This is all putting the fear of fire in them.

>>45953296
Isn't being petty kinda Beli's thing?
And let's not even talk about Dramir's grudges

>>45953001

“Tell me, dear wolf. How does eating Thespians strengthen you?” You say with a dangerous gleam in your eye, your visage wreathed in burning violet darkness.

Quivering in mortal terror, the wolf you've been interrogating goes belly up, tail between his legs. {“Fate, strengthens us. More and more. Makes our fur hard, our fangs strong, and the alpha said maybe even m-more.”}

“Right.” You say with a stark, sober tone, eyes unblinking, “Tell me, did the Satire do anything else unusual? Where did the water and greens come from?”

{“I don't know! They came from the forest! He only told us where to go!”} The wolf fails, hind legs shaking from the pressure you've put on the beast.

“You.” You say as you point your blade at the interrogated wolf, “Track the Satire for me, and the rest of your pack can go with only burnt tails.”

{“Y-yes master!”} The wolf immediately agrees without reservations.

With a wave, you blow out the eternal flames lingering in the rest of the injured and they limp away into the woods, looking back carefully. {“We'll get you for this, demon. We'll get you.”} They say as they leave the dead alpha and the traitor. One of them even glares, snorting at the cowardly wolf.

“Ah, I believe I said burned tails.” Making a fist, flames gather, spilling through your fingers. With the casting of your hand, they explode from your palms, immolating the wolves' tails, causing them to yip and cry into the forest. To those flames, you let them die with distance.

>>45953554

The wolf that's become subservient to you rolls back over onto his belly, whimpering. “I smell his blood. I'll track when you are ready, master.”

You look back to Odette and Biz, whom have been staring at you since you started interrogating the wolf.

“What?”

Biz swallows, “Are you really lady Beli? And did you... did you just talk to those wolves? Truly, you are majestic!” Biz's bewildered expression explodes into a bright grin.

“It still amazes me every time you pull that out, but... what, who are you? Are you still?”

“Well, I'm me. I told you my name, Belfors.” You strut up to the two, and glance down to the women that still lie unconscious. “We'll need to take them all back. Odette, you guard them. Biz, you run to the village. Make sure that they know the wolves are routed, they should see no trouble.”

Turning to the newly subservient wolf, you scrunch up your nose for a moment as though you smelled something bad. “Disgusting.” You say, the smell of the wolf's spray still in the air. “You'll need to wash yourself in a river, you're disgusting, wolf.”

{“I-I'm sorry master.”} The wolf whines again, limping to turn away.

>[“What is your name?”]
>[“Lead on.”]
>[“Roll over.”]
>[“Beg.”]
>[“Play Dead.”]
>[Write in]

>>45953570
>[“Lead on.”]

>>45953570
>[“Lead on.”]

>>45953570
>[“Lead on."]

>>45953570
>["It's alright"]
give the dog a bone (....metaphorically, I'm not sure the bone would appreciate literally).

>["Lead on"]

>>45953570
>[“Lead on.”]
Not much to say here

>>45953570
>[“Lead on.”]

>>45953570

“It's alright. Lead on.” You say as you walk behind the wolf. The beast limps on, its huge body with its shoulder nearly at your chest.

As you leave, Odette stands guard, with Biz running through the woods like a star shooting across the Scaffos. Where he got those energy reserves, well you'd guess with women on the line... You smirk at the thought of that guy manning up. If he ever got it together he might actually be a respectable bard.

The wolf clears paths for you, tearing foliage with its huge jaws. The beast seems to almost refuse looking back.

{Kill them...} You hear a voice mumble from afar. Strangly distorted, it sends a chill down your spine even in your empowered state. The wolf leading you doesn't seem to hear it, and the origin is too distant to pinpoint.

On guard, you tighten your grip upon your sword as you keep your ears open with your pinpoint hearing perception. There's a struggle in the distance...

Staying aware of the disruption, you watch the path you're being led on. It doesn't seem that the wolf is leading you in the direction of the disturbance. In the dark of Luna's night, even as she reaches her zenith you can see clear as day.

Eventually, you hear a rustle from the brush, smaller than a dire wolf, about the weight of a thespian. With instant reaction, you swing your sword, letting it explode into the chainsword form. As it tears through the brush, you hear something scream in terror.

“Please, have mercy!” A husky male voice cries out.

“Mercy?” You say with a brutal smile, “For all the people's lives you've ruined?”

“I give up! I've lost everything! I have only my life, I'll leave, just please don't kill me!” The voice calls back, obviously the Satire.

>[“Come out, let me see you.”]
>[“You've signed your death warrant.” Clear the woods with a horizontal lash.]
>[“Wolves, Teraca's girl, the people of the village, what is your justification?”]
>[Write in]

>>45953898
>["You didn't seem to mind when the wolves ate all those men. Why should I care for your life?"]
save energy for the ambush

>>45953898
>[“Come out, let me see you.”]

>>45953898
>[“Wolves, Teraca's girl, the people of the village, what is your justification?”]

>>45953898
>[“Come out, let me see you.”]
betting it's not the Satyr

>>45953898
>[“Come out, let me see you.”]
than
>[“Wolves, Teraca's girl, the people of the village, what is your justification?”]

>>45953898
>[“You've signed your death warrant.” Clear the woods with a horizontal lash.]
I have a bad feeling

>>45953898

“You didn't seem to mind when the wolves ate all those men. Why should I care for your life?” You say as you let the vertical cut burn with threat of what'll happen if the Satire moves.

“Hey, hey, hey! They're the ones that decided to eat them! I just told them that they'd turn into Dires if they ate a few Thespians! You're going to blame me for their choices?”

The wolf that led you to the Satire whines, {Please master, you punished me, I'm helping. Please.}

“The Alpha's dead.” You say dryly, “So this game of yours is over. Come out or I'll flay you alive.”

“Certain you won't do that either way?” The voice says nervously before rustling through the bushes, coming into the clearing. You snuff the flames as he complies and are presented with what looks like a man, standing about the same height as you with a leafy loincloth and furry haunches terminating in hooves. His belly is exposed, clear of a beastman's fur, yet his arms, back, and head are covered in chsestnut-colored fur with a bit cresting around his clavicle.

He's got a familiar musky scent now that he's drawn nearer. “Disgusting, I fear even without a wolf tracking you, I'd smell you from a mile away if I were looking for that.”

“M-m'lady.” The goatman says with a short, tense bow. He doesn't protest your opinion of his stink.

“Back straight, and no words of uncommon tongue, I know what magic sounds like and I'll flay open your throat should I hear even the start of it.”

The goatman leers at you suspiciously, “Erm, have we met before? You smell familiar...”

“Lovely, how about no.” You smile dangerously, with wide eyes. “Now answer me this. Wolves, Teraca's girl, the people of the village. Why do this? Are you some kind of mad monster?”

The goatman swallows, “I... well... at first I thought it'd be funny... To... Play a trick on Teraca. See... I-”

>>45954433

“A trick? You think this is some kind of joke, Satire? You think that this is all funny?” Rage blooms within your heart, your burning stole igniting brighter than mere resting flame.

The Satire winces, clearly intimidated by your display. “Y-yes! I mean... She... Back when she was young...”

“Yes?”

“She promised to marry me!”

Your expression goes flat, but the flickering rage within you persists. Then, like a building hear, you feel it take shape and grow hotter and hotter, “You've damned people to death because of a child's promise?” With a cold tone, you lash your swordwhip around his neck, blunting the blade and cooling the flame to pull him in and strangle the worthless piece of refuse for the trouble he's caused.

“They can't even bury the damn bodies because the wolves ate them!” You scream in the ear of the horrible shit. Before kicking him in the face. “So you took the daughter! And the wolves?”

The Satire spits out a broken tooth with saliva and blood,“They were going to eat me! So I told them something good! Something basic to get them off my back!” his eyes dart back and forth, “And then they sent out the search parties for Prescilla when she finally decided to come with me. I'm sorry! It got way out of hand! Please!”

“They can't even bury the corpses!” You scream again, tightening your whip to make the Satire gag. “Where's Prescilla? Was she with the others?” The choking Satire barely manages to nod.
There's a flickering feeling in you, one reminiscent of remorse...

>[Ignore it, this piece of shit needs to die. He took everything too far.]
>[“The village will decide what to do with you, scum.”]
>[“I'll let you go this time. If you ever appear before me again in life I'll kill you.”]
>[Write in.]

>>45954446
>[“The village will decide what to do with you, scum.”]

>>45954446
>[“The village will decide what to do with you, scum.”]

>>45954446
>[“The village will decide what to do with you, scum.”]
Well this seems like the compromise between Dramir and Beli

>>45954446
>[Ignore it, this piece of shit needs to die. He took everything too far.]
Fuck that guy

>>45954446
>>[“The village will decide what to do with you, scum.”]
>["It got out of hand? Every step of the way, you could have gone to the village, explained what had happened, and helped stop the wolves."]

>his eyes dart back and forth
yeah, waiting on that ambush

>>45954446
>[Ignore it, this piece of shit needs to die. He took everything too far.]

>>45954446

With a biting tongue as you strangle the Satire, “So you say it got out of hand? Every step of the way, you could've gone and explained yourself to the village, you could've helped stopped the wolves!” Throwing him to the side with the whip as you leave it firmly coiled around his throat, you take a deep shuddering breath to calm the rage that's become your nerves.
“The village will decide what to do with you. I won't be responsible for killing an imbecile such as you.”

“Please, they'll hang me, tan my hide, tear me thread from thread! Please don't! I'll never bother them again! I'll never, never, nev-”

Something unnatural growls deep and low, cutting off the Satire's plight as his and the wolf's fur stand on end. "̷̧Ẃ́͘E͡͠ ͠͞A͏͢R̵͟E҉ ̸͏̡H̛U̶͢NG̶̢R̴̕Ý̧."̴

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yE5yLXSeYRM

The Dire wolf whimpers, “Master... Something.... BIG is coming.” The wolf backs away and hunkers low, growling reflexively to try to hold what ground it can... But something large is hunkering through the forest, and a low disembodied growl vibrates upon the air.

“Oh dear me, what in Sol's name is that?” The Satire swallows, sweat beading cold on his brow, “Take me, let's go. I'll go to the village. Anywhere but here, please, please, ple-”

There's a slight tremor from a footstep that surprises the Satire, his eyes widening in terror.

>[Run for your life, you don't have any more time to spend here!]
>[Stand your ground until you see what it is... If it follows you back...]
>[Tell the Wolf to take the Satire to the village.]
>[Write in.]

>>45954784
>[Stand your ground until you see what it is... If it follows you back...]
The Satire stays with us

>>45954784
>[Stand your ground until you see what it is... If it follows you back...]

>>45954784
>[Stand your ground until you see what it is... If it follows you back...]

>>45954784
>[Stand your ground until you see what it is... If it follows you back...]
Let the wolf and Satyr....are you purposely calling it Satire? cower behind our backs.

I'm guessing all the wolves ate each other?

>>45954784
>[Stand your ground until you see what it is... If it follows you back...]

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>>45954851
Yes, they've all been calling him a Satire.

>>45954784

You stand your ground, still leashing the Satire so as the coward can't run away. Pointing to the wolf in the hum of your violet blaze, you gesture for him to sit behind you. He scrambles immediately as you can feel the monster draw nearer. You can feel the them change as Luna's crescent face is painted red as a freshly soaked blade, speaking of the carnage that's occurred tonight.

The trees quiver at the approach of an aptly named, “monster.” Leaves shudder and scatter as though diving out of the way, the bushes shrink down in fear, knowing that they're likely to be the next stepped on.

Then you see it, peering through the darkness that you see bright as day, painted red and gleaming with an empty madness. "̡͟͠W̛͟Ę̴͝ S͠͏E͢͜EE̛͞Ȩ̷͘ ̧Y̸̨̢OƯ͢.̀͡҉"̛
As you look on, several gleaming mad eyes puncture the dark wood, a slobbering maw dripping a slimy saliva that sizzles on impact with the ground.

Your eyes go wide and your body quakes in a mix of fear and surprise,“What in Luna's name is-”

The beast's maw opens as it unleashes a distorted howl, suddenly pouncing through the woods with a giant unnatural body.
>[Run, for all that is dear in life, run!]
>[Send the other two away! Lash this monster with fire and steel!]
>[Use the other two as bait, let the monster eat them while he lay out decisive blows!]
>[Write in!]

>>45955153
>[Use the other two as bait, let the monster eat them while he lay out decisive blows!]

>>45955153
>[Send the other two away! Lash this monster with fire and steel!]

>>45955153
>[Send the other two away! Lash this monster with fire and steel!]

>>45955153
>[Send the other two away! Lash this monster with fire and steel!]
well, Biz is getting his romance. The OTHER meaning of romance.

>>45955153
>[Run, for all that is dear in life, run!]

>>45955153
>[Send the other two away! Lash this monster with fire and steel!]
Time for the dance of death

>>45955153

Sliding to strafe to the side and distract the monster wolf, you yell to the other two,“Wolf, take the goat to the village!”

{“Y-Yes master!”} The wolf grabs the goat by the hand and kicks off, running as fast as it can with its wounded leg, the Satire screaming in pain as he's dragged by iron-crushing jaws.

The monster wolf turns its gaping maw to the side as its momentum forces it to slide clumsily into a mass of trees. With a swift series of lashes, you fend it off with burning strikes, eternal flame lingering in its thick fur, yet doing little to drive it off.

Again, the wolf charges at you, this time with paws outstretched to reduce your options for escape. With quick judgement, you let the wind carry you underneath the belly of the beast as you retract your whip and slide it along the monster's belly. To your absolute dismay, sparks fly off the weapon in passing, the hide much too tempered for anything but the mightiest of blows. As you near its haunches, you kick off, finding yourself just under its bushy tail.

Giving yourself some distance from its blind-spot, it's only too late that you notice it's already turned around to snap its jaws at you.

Barely twisting out of the way, it catches parts of your clothes as you enchant a gust of wind to blow you up to a nearby tree, landing on it in a cat-like stance, ready to jump. The monster swipes a powerful power,forcing you to jump again prematurely.

You realize that you can see many threads hanging off of the monster like a diseased stitchwork.

Despite that however, you're not sure how you'll get through that hide.... You wish Odette were here...
Further, escape is not an option. With this thing's nose and oppressive size, it'll destroy the village and hell, move onto Pruden itself...

>End Part 3

>>45955458
huih didn't manage to end the part?
Thanks for the thread though.

>>45955485
Feelin the sleepiness coming on, rather call it than falling asleep on you guys.

>Comments, Questions, Concerns?

>The Good

>The Bad

>The Weird

>>45955458
5 bucks the twins made this thing

I wonder if we can lead it over to Oddete, it's not like the tree can suffer any more collateral.

>>45955510
Good call.
Getting late here too
8 am is really the time I should slowly go to bed
By the way did we recognize the voice that said
>{Kill them...}
in an earlier post?

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>>45955513
R "What? We're still cleaning up your mess in Bikel!"

A "Quite, it's been troublesome. However, we're making some... progress with the girl Mira."

>>45955554
It was an unknown voice, sounds like the voice of the wolf you hear now.

>>45955604
>However, we're making some... progress with the girl Mira."
oh god here we go

>>45955604
>we're making some... progress with the girl Mira
How .... nice to hear
>>45955510
That fusion is a bit strange.
I don't know what unholy fusion of Beli's and Dramir's personality this si

>>45955604
>we're making some... progress with the girl Mira.
Oh well.

>>45955661

Belfors is strange? In what way?