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*Digs through word files…oh where was that?*
Allow me to elaborate.
I present to you, Layson’s revolting backstory.
The anticipation.
The thrill.
I loved it.
Layson drops into the erie passageway. He walks with caution, noting the broken lighting and unkept feel of the place. Layson pulls a map from his backpack side pocket, making sure he is on track. Tracing his finger along the map, he nods. This is the end of his 2-day trudge through the murky darkness of the northeastern tunnels. The tunnels are lined with bunker entrances, some better kept than others.
This is as far away from home I’ve ever been.
Layson’s boots splash in the water, echoing down the chamber-like passage.
He squints to read the numbers that mark each door. Layson looks down the line of trapdoor openings. His eyes land on 512. Wooden boards, nailed into place, hold the door tightly shut. Their rotted appearance shows their age. Layson looks for a dry spot to set his bag down on, but finds none. Pulling his pickaxe from his backpack, he wedges it in between the metal and wood. Looking to his side to avoid the splinters, he pushes hard. Layson’s muscles flex in exertion, easing the nails out of their place as the board comes up. He steps back to lean against the mold covered wall. Catching his breath, he waits. The fungal sludge sticks to his shirt as he peels himself from the wall. Layson bears down on the pickaxe again, feeling relief as the nail gives in to the pressure. Layson tosses the board to the side, and wedges his pickaxe into the second board down, using it like a crow-bar. He pushes up at it again, straining to pry out the nails, which are rusted into place.
Harder.
Press a little harder.
The board eases out, and Layson tosses it to the side. He wipes the sweat from his brow.
This is so much harder to do with my backpack on.
Layson breaks the third board away, allowing it to splash to the ground. Stepping to the side, Layson examines the door. Light colored metal below shows the length of time the boards had been in place. The metal shines with clarity. The dark moldy atmosphere seems to close in, stifling the air. Layson watches closely as the dark grey fungus encloses the clear metal like a glove in a matter of seconds.
It doesn’t leave a single place untouched huh?
Layson looks up at the strings of mold hanging from the upper support beams with utter disgust and pure fascination. He combs one of his callused hands through his bangs.
This place is amazing. But I’d hate to live here.
Getting past his initial disgust, Layson places a hand on the doors handle. He furrows his eyebrows in curiosity at the squishy sound it makes as his hand closes around it. He closes his eyes to muster up the emotional strength to continue. He presses his hand until he feels he has a solid grip around the metal. Opening his eyes again, he winces in disgust. A grey slurry oozes out from underneath the organisms suede like skin, as it breaks from his pressure.
Nasty.
Layson plants his feet firmly on the wall, pulling backwards. He lowers his center of gravity towards the ground. Unexpectedly, the door flies open, nearly thrusting his into the sludge below. Layson holds onto the doorhandle for dear life as it swings around, bumping him against the wall. His grip rotates, the slimy mess growing around it making getting a proper hold difficult.
That was my third experience breaking out a bunker. It was notable to me. It was disgusting. The thoughts of depression racked me in that dismal place.
“Why continue?”
But the answer always stayed the same.
Everyone deserves a second chance.
Three years ago, when I learned of their captivity from our traveling mailman, I had no idea it would be me who rescued them. They never left my mind, and the thought that nobody had the guts to help them, simply because the path to get there was “gross” haunted me.
Yeah.
😭🤮
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
Wow.
*Hard swallow*
That was certainly-
*Gag*
Poor people that have to live near that.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkMission make @koshka gag accomplished.
(That’s actually some of my writing i am most proud of 😂 I’m glad it had the desired affect!)
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
*Shaky smile*
A grey slurry oozes out from underneath the organisms suede like skin, as it breaks from his pressure.
🤮
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkYeah! That was the best line of the whole thing, right?
(How I love grossing out my author friends)
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
@mineralizedwritings @koshka AHHH ALL OF THE INSTRUMENTS ARE SOOO AMAZING!!!
mineral- Ur characters motivations and stories are so great!! I totally understand with Kaine and it being based on something you’ve personally gone through. All of my characters have pieces of me that are related to things I have and am going through and I want that to be portrayed to help other people, and it makes everything so much more powerful, and really is what makes me love them so much more.
and the violins koshka, YESSS! I luv the sound of them!
also my brother plays guitar yall too so that’s cool about Tauren!
As for the two questions Mineral asked.
How the A’Grendians became proud and stubborn, it’s really with anything. It happened over time with small grumbling and bits and pieces of things over time.
Living in a perfect land does have consequences when the people there become complacent and reliant only on themselves. It’s just like us as humans, slowly things chip away, eat away, like a caterpillar to a plant (ignore my terrible analogy 😂)
But yes. By the time we’ve reached the first book of my series, A’Grend is not the perfect land it was first created to be, and it’s not being helped by the cracks that have been forming over years, made by rumors and small areas where the people have allowed bits of darkness into their hearts.
AS FOR THE SECOND QUESTION!
So no, Ara is not a Fae. She is not technically Paxton’s blood sister…
But she is.
😏
ok ok, let me explain. In the book we meet Paxton in, Ara and Paxton become knit together in a very special way and…something happens.
Paxton is pretty much doomed in that book.
He either dies, or Everyone (and I mean everyone) else dies.
Of course, Ara can’t let this happen….
So she makes a decision.
And it causes her and Paxton to become Bound by blood.
They become siblings in every aspect, except by actual family genes.
Some might be weirded out by this, but I imagine it sorta like when Christ adopts us and we become His children 😊
(PLZ DON’T TAKE THAT I AM SAYING ARA IS GOD….THAT IS NOT WHAT I AM SAYING 😳😳😳😳) I’m just…that’s what it reminds me of…
She shows The Light One’s love to Paxton in what she does. A love he’s never seen or known before.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@mineralizedwritings EEWW pooor ppl he’s saving!
good job for making @koshka gag! XD
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@mineralizedwritings also Grimm doesn’t have a literal heart of gold just… XD he’s very sweet once u get past some of the outward stuff
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 @mineralizedwritings @loopylin @elishavet-pidyon
I don’t have any gross scenes like that one (seriously Mineral, I’ve never even read something that gross), but here’s the closest I’ve got. What is y’all’s most disgusting scene?
Flickers of light glinted back, caught on gossamers in the murky darkness. Holding the torch as high as the cavern roof allowed, Meyani crept down stairs, counting each crumbling step.
Two-and-ten, three-and-ten, four-and-ten…
A heap of undistinguishable rubble blocked his path. He kicked it aside, swallowing back the bile rising in his throat.
Nine-and-ten, score, score-and-one…
He paused, conscious of the lagging Strelt behind him. “Ctibor?” He winced at the sound of his own voice, loud in the listening silence.
The young soldier’s face crept into the light, his eyes nearly lidless, mouth gasping in the stagnant air. “Sir?”
A new recruit. Shouldn’t have been sent down here. Couldn’t be helped.
“Keep close.”
“Ah! I will sir.”
Mayani turned back to face the blackness before him, drafts from above no longer dancing his flame.
Score-and-six…score-and-ten-and-three…two-score…
The stair ended abruptly, a blackened door at its foot. A crude iron bar bolted it closed, solid in its brackets and heavy.
“Sir,” Ctibor’s voice rang thin and pale. “you don’t think…someone’s actually…” Mayani could hear him swallow.
“We shall see. Lift the bar, strelt.” He stepped aside, careful of their only light. Ctibor squeezed by, drew another shaky breath, and started working up the iron shaft. It stuck fast for a moment before sending him stumbling back against the steps.
Mayani sighed and held the torch out to the shaking soldier. “Hold the light, here, where I can see.”
Feeling over the door he found what remained of a rusted handle and gave it a sharp jerk. Nothing moved. Apparently this was going to be as difficult as he had thought.
Bracing against the stone doorpost, he wrapped one paw around the handle, clamped his teeth, and pulled again.
Nothing moved.
Neyht, this was going to be more difficult.
He searched for a better grip, but the wood was slick, hard as stone.
(Section I accidentally deleted a while back and still haven’t rewritten)
A wave of nausea forced him back a step, knocking into the Strelt. He took the torch ignoring the wide look of horror on the younger soldier’s face as Mayani stepped into the cell.
Something skittered away from the light, angry at the broach of its domain.
“Privet?” Mayani’s voice came back empty. He stepped farther into the cell, straining for a sound other than Ctibor’s gasping breath and his own heartbeat.
The shadows slunk back, leaving bare filth and the evidence of prior occupants. At last he turned to leave, but then froze halfway to the door. A body lay curled near the wall, half covered by a shredded, scarlet cloak. He sighed. “Another corpse.”
The head turned towards his voice.
It was too much. Ctibor’s scream split the shrouded silence as he tore back up the stair, mindless in his terror.
“Toothless pup.” Mayani looked after the Strelt, then sighed again and knelt by the prisoner. The wolf’s face was sunken beyond recognition, but this cloak, now little more than rags, could once have been part of an officer’s uniform… its eyes slid open, the fire of their molten gold depths a dying flame.
Mayani’s blood ran cold, fury rising. “What’s your name, soldier?”
It stared back at him, a faint spark rekindling. After another moment’s struggle its eyes closed.
That’s an old scene and probably won’t make it into the book, especially as the plot has changed a bit since then.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@koshka aww poor young soldier!
luv ur writing tho!! Got just a bit confused with the names but I think that’s my own fault 😂
also I don’t really have any gross scenes as of rn that Ik of because I don’t have a ton written.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebAwww! I love the thing with Paxton and Ara being siblings! No it’s not weird at all, I love it! And Paxton need that love 😭
mineral- Ur characters motivations and stories are so great!!
Thanks!!
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
@mineralizedwritings ok good *wipes brows XD*
hey u wanna RP in the castle??
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@mineralizedwritings @koshka @elishavet-pidyon @freedomwriter76 @loopylin @esther-c @felicity @anyone-really XD
heeey. Does uhh anyone wanna hear about the fourth book of my series? XD Ik Ik, it’s far away but honestly it’s the one I’m most excited about and I’m considering major book hopping and going ahead and starting it and sharing whatever I write on here.
it’s the goo that introduces paxton, and I’m just in love with the story and the worldbuilding in it too. (Even tho I still have to get some things finalized)
Does anyone have any questions about it or anything? Or about any of my others books or anything?
also feel free to talk about ur own WIPs/favorite books if ur writing a series!
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@lightoverdarkness6 ELLO THERE! *tips hat XD*
So anything u wanna know in particular about the book paxton is introduced in?
Also, how’s Matthew? XD (the adorable babaaaay Lol)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebHi!! *Curtsies then trips over my skirt* XD
Well, first of all, I want to know what happened to his father! Like, he must’ve been human is Pax doesn’t have wings?
Oh, Matthew is good. He’s currently sitting at the kitchen, playing a card game with Lyla. I’ll tell him you said hi. *Calls to Matthew “Oh, Matt, a friend wanted to say that you’re adorable and hi!”* *He melts into a puddle of blushes XD*
#HugRikerSquad
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