Where am I?
There is something around me... what is that? It looks...
Gray, red. Those are the words... why do I know those words?
Remember
I have to... I have to remember what happened. Where I am...
What it is that's around me...
It is... hot. Green... green is breaking through... re... rejuve... helping me. Making me feel better...
I feel... stronger, better, newer.
Remember
I have to remember... everything...
What is there for me to remember? I can see something through the red... no, not just red, also orange...
...and hot...
Fire? I think that is what it was called...
How is the green called?
Remember us...
Remember? Who...
Familiar. Memories, streaming. Hurting, stop!
Stop hurting.... go away memories...
I am sorry...
...ground is away. Ground is away? No, touch is away... body is away?
Replace? Compatible, nearby. Wood, leaf, fire bad. Fire made body go away...
Fire. Bad. Wood, leaves, good. Dark, big sillhouette seen through the fire it's breathing, bad.
Live...
Drive. To run, get new body, eat...
What is eating? Needed? Remember in time...
Please, live, my...
Memories... hurt... shut out...
...get away from voice.
Calm.
Calm like undisturbed water, like a mirror hidden behind a large piece of fabric...
One pawstep after another...
You are getting closer to the chicken, and closer...
What a foolish creature, coming so deep into the Everfree...
You pounce at it, but suddenly it turns around and looks at you!
That's not a chicken, that's a cockatri... *mental sigh* I really should remember that there are Cockatrice around here.
The cockatrice comes out of the bush it was hiding in, and curls around your shell of stone. It starts applying pressure, until your stony prison begins to crack. It breaks and your parts fall to the ground, shattered.
Your energy, your spirit floats around, before you get yourself together.
I still faintly feel the connection to my body's parts... I hate this part, it always hurts.
As you sever your soul from the once-wooden claws, head, and other things that make up your body, you feel excruciating pain coursing through your souls veins, like fire eating up your logs, turning you to ashes, like toxic, corrosive substances being sprain upon your skin... fur, scales, whatever.
After freeing your essence, you 'look' around in search of fallen branches.
It took you a while, but you finally found enough to re-form yourself.
After recreating your body, you slowly start walking back towards your pack's cave.
As you near it, you hear your packmates talking about what they caught today.
*gro(I got a few birds.)wl*
*gro(What? How did you get that?)wl*
*gro(Remember that cottage near our forest? I took a few when noone was looking)wl*
You ignore them as you smell blood, it is faint, but it is there.
You follow it, until you reach a clearing of the forest. You remember it, having been here hundreds of times before.
Unlike the other times, there is a group of manticores lying on the ground, beaten to a bloody pulp and in some cases a smear on the ground. Three out of twelve are still standing. In the middle stands a pony-like sillhouette covered in flames.
Manticores are usually hunting alone, not in groups... This is interesting, will I see once again the violence slumbering in ponies?
You crawl into a bush and watch the fight from there:
The sillhouette shoots forward towards one of the manticores and headbutts it, causing it to fly against the next tree, and seemingly dislocate most if not all of its bones including the neck.
After that the fiery pony(?) turns around and takes out two swords. The flames from its body go over to the flames, and encase them also. You can now see that it has two wings unfolded from his back to carry the swords.
As you get a better look at his stature, you realise it is probably a stallion, considering the rough sillhouette of his wings...
A thestral-stallion.
This doesn't match... A thestral couldn't cause all of those flames. There has to be more to it than this... A fourth alicorn? No, unlikely...
While you think about what the mysterious, flaming stallion is, he already sliced up the next manticore. He looks at the last manticore, and waits. After about ten seconds, the manticore storms at him, only for him to sidestep and bite into its leg.
You could hear the bone breaking, and see the manticore being engulfed in flames. Unlike the stallion the flames are able to harm and burn the manticore.
After brutally killing all of his foes, the stallion looks around, until his eyes lock with yours.
As you stare at him, hoping that he only randomly looks towards you and does not stare back, you lose your self-control and run away in panic.
You do not realise he doesn't follow you, and do not realise where you are headed.
You stumble over stones, rocks, through branches of bushes...
Over sand, ignore your packmate's cave in your hurry...
Finally, you feel water, causing you to stop. As you look around, you realise you have reached a river in the Everfree. There is a short shore free of bushes, the rest being completely overgrown by plants.
Wait... I already heard about a place like this. There was something here... something big...
As you ponder on this, you hear a voice coming from further down the river: "Oh, nonono, this moustache-style just won't go! I look absolutely ridiculous!"
You stare into the direction it is coming from, before walking towards it. You stomped through bushes, and as you reach another clear part of the shore, you can see a purple sea-monster with a lightblue belly, orange hair including the moustache he was talking about, and only four teeth, but those are fangs.
You cannot understand why the moustache would be looking ridiculous, but you are a complete novice at fashion.
The sea-monster did something to his moustache and... it looked the same as before.
"This looks much better", it said.
You face-claw, drawing its attention.
"Uh... hi?", you say in the pony-tongue*(**) for once.
What do you do?
AYYYYYYYYYY. I just got on and find that it was just posted
so! anyways.... hmmmmm
Theodore (i call the sea monster Theodore cause it sounds sophisticated) proceeds to scream a girlish scream and try's splashing water at you. unfortunately, what seems like little splashes of water to him is actually house sized waves to you cause of size difference and all
"STAY BACK YOU FILTHY MONGREL!" Theodore screams "I JUST FINISHED STYLING MY MUSTACHE! I DONT NEED A MUCKY TIMBERWOLF DIRTYING IT AGAIN!"
"BUT YOU LIVE IN WATER!" you/solarkness/unnamed timberwolf screams back while trying to dodge the waves "HOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE!"
Theodore stops splashing and seems to put on a 'thinking' face "you know, you do have a point"
"YA THINK!?" you shout back while trying to regain your breath
"terribly sorry about that" theodore responds "my name is ser Theodore Jackson the 4th, but you may call me Theo or preferably Theodore for short. may I ask yours?"
you give him an incredulous look before giving a sweatdrop and a sigh "I'll have to get back to you on the name bit"
"ah, its alright, I will just call you ser Wilhelm for now" Theodore says before giving you a curious look "say, you are the first timberwolf i have ever seen that can talk Equush, let alone be friendly in any way"
"I guess you can say im special" you shrug
Ask him about his mustache
<Exchange some pleasantries> There is a pregnant pause as seconds, minutes pass. The sea serpents mind is currently working in overdrive trying, but failing, to find a way to approach this oh so delicate with his bountiful splendor while you chastise yourself for being a terrible starting conversation. You cough into a forepaw and begin the conversation anew. "*cough*, Well, excu-" Before you could finish, the apparently flamboyant serpent screams in a most dignified manner. Fearing that your 'dirty exterior' may contaminate its most illustrious facial physique, it daintily toward you in hopes that it would deter you from current path. However, what appeared to be dainty slashes of water to the sea serpent are turned into a massive waves that nearly threw you into the steam. Your make a quite prayer to Gaea hoping this encounter won't go straight to tartarus.
6220813 I believe his name is Steven Magnet.
6221989 It is. But I thought I would surprise Pentakill by first saying that 'you' start to call him Theodore, just to find out he was called Steven. Still going to do that, unless he changes his comment, which I hope he won't.
6220813
Nice to see everyone here
Sorry accidentally deleted my post.
Stupid iPad.
Anyway, you are free to use my OC if you wish. (This goes for all TLOAWC side stories) I put the description in the forum post about OCs.
6221989 I still call him theodore (I actually forgot he was called steven magnet. I haven't read anything about him in over 2 years)
6221996 maybe he just calls him theodore because he thinks that steven magnet sound stupid.
For some reason, the serpent sniffs into the air. Eventually, It leads to him taking a whiff of you, which makes him rear back all of a sudden in a cringe.
"Woo! When is the last time since you had a bath?"
"Uh," you reply, "Never? Timberwolves don't really need baths."
The serpent gives a gasp. "You poor thing! Here, let me help you," he says as he swishes under the river.
"Waitwait—no!" you cry, but it is too late.
A precise splash of water pours out and it lands on you, soaking you to the stick and leaves in your body. You are left dripping wet and cold, since you have no innate heating system, but, most of all, odorless!
"How am I supposed to mark my territory now!?" you yell enraged. "Now even Manticores won't recognize and avoid me! I'm going to be in a heap of trouble and annoyance if other random everfreelings stumble upon me."
You wonder briefly how a serpent has any hair at all. Creatures with scales have no need of hair. So why does this one have a mustache?
You look at the elegance and become super jealous of it. If a creature with no need of hair can have one, why not you?
A mustache might confuse your prey long enough for you to strike at it, and it would set you apart.
"How did you grow your mustache?" you ask the serpent.
He seems confused by the statement.
"I didn't shave?" he says.
"No, how did you a water serpent grow one?"
"I really don't understand the question, I just did" he says confusedly.
You mutter to yourself that it must be magical.
In the back of your mind you make a note to somehow get a magical mustache in the future. You swear you will be stylin and profilin...whatever that means.
Nice Job man! This has alot of potential!
Anyway:
You get this strange feeling from this serpent. You feel like this serpent has a sense of...fabulousness surrounding it. You don't know how to feel about this, so you decide to just stare at him. But as you stare at him, you start to get intrampted in his moustache. The way it's just sitting there on it's face all moustachy. You start to gain a strange feeling to start chewing on his mustache. The more you stare at it the more you want to chew it. Eventually minutes pass by and you start to drool slightly at the thought of eating his moustache. However your snaped out of it when you notice the serpent giving you a strange look. You quickly smack yourself to keep it together before you open your mouth to say {insert other comment here}
I must say its very ... intesting to say the least were did the soul detachment idea come from?