I’m thinking about finishing Demonic Encounter…that thing I posted over a year ago. Even if that bitchy author doesn’t enjoy it. Brace yourselves, it will be the next thing I post…!
Hi folks !
I don’t usually post my complaints in public, unless I’m so pissed off, that I just estimate I have to.
I’ve recently stumbled on an artist so bad, it’s just beyond my comprehension how she keeps doing so much shit…as well as having such a horrible shitty attitude that all I want to do to her is smash her head in the wall.
I don’t know what’s in her head, but it’s a fucking MESS.
If you wonder why I’m so much after this “author”, you should directly jump at the last part.
And please, PLEASE, if you somehow know who I’m talking about, don’t make their name public. Please respect my wishes.
In the meantime, I’ll start off with…
Instance #1 : her character “development” (she’s fallen so low, I don’t think there’s any worse) :
One year ago I started to follow author #1 and her characters eagerly. They had some bad attitude, but there was still plenty of room for character development, so I thought “It’ll get better, this is just the beginning.” The beginning of a story in which a prophecy mentions a mortal (said person’s persona !…I’ll call her A) who is going to be the doom of a demon (we’ll call him X). Fine. Plenty of epic battle ahead, I love this sort of stuff.
Now, granted, there were some battles. But why does she have to kill everybody and find such a lot of insane pride in it, damn near everytime something in her life goes wrong or someone hurt her little feelings ? Is she happy storming a city and then sitting in baby blood…? (why yes…cities aren’t only made of stupid populace…there are also plenty of INNOCENT people…jeez).
Until that point, I didn’t really care…I still naively thought it would change. I didn’t even care when I read about the brutal murder of her first mortal husband’s ex girlfriend (we’ll call her P) (this was actually the very first thing I read from her, I didn’t even know she was a serial killer, I didn’t know many things actually, until later on). She was a tart who led him on…So A brutally murdered her, with the help of her husband (we’ll call him Z), even torturing P’s current boyfriend. A and Z had two kids. Nice family so far, except when…
E (A’s best friend, and the persona of author #2) got captured by a demon (we’ll call him B) who tortured her a bit (I didn’t follow this episode much). Anyway…A had to deal with B, and through “dealing” with him, fell in love for him and even got pregnant from him (all the while still being married to Z ! disgusting…), and she didn’t come up to his face to tell him immediately, and the break up was explosive. I still didn’t care enough to unwatch her and that text and roleplay were the first ones I stumbled upon, so I kept watching, thinking it was completely awesome. Also because I read that episode after some other stuff she wrote.
The father of B showed up, being all hell-bent on destroying (no pun intended…he did show up before though) A and everything she loves, making her life a living, torturing hell all day and night, he started by raping and torturing her niece. And also showed up during many other times to make A’s life as horrible as possible. Then, one night when there was sort of a cease fire between A and X, they f*cked together. Then she made out a plan where he would fall for her, killing him whilst he was weak. Realizing how weak he was becoming (he still wanted her dead), he decided he would wipe out her entire “family” : he started to also rape and torture her best friend, almost beheaded her niece’s husband and tearing apart his soul, almost killed A’s kids (one of his minion was charged of that), and finally, killing his own son (someone else did actually, because he provoked a dispute between the two, but enough details already)…as for X himself, he took the appearance of Z to “distract” A so she wouldn’t save anybody. Except she did. I really enjoyed until now, but…
After all the shit and all the stress that has been raining down her family and herself she only thought of him (and possibly how good he was in bed…insulting to those she’s supposed to love -like E- …it’s obnoxious and disgusting). And don’t even get me started on that ridiculous faltering she had during one week, drinking herself stupid (but not so much that she would be useless at fighting), not sleeping, and all around bawling because she only thought about fucking him and thought he would change. It sounded all too much like : “Oh, obviously evil demonic villain, why are you acting so evil ? We’ve been fucking together…!” In her utter despair, she almost killed herself with a knife to the throat, when BOOM ! X showed up ! They confided into each other and found out they had a lot in common ! And (brace yourselves, this is where the really twisted stuff comes in) they fucked again, and later on, they married and A had a child…again. She also thought the kids she already had (the ones who were almost killed) would be polite with him and her family, not so angry about it.
And then there was a big “everyone is in the same room”. She was pressed to announce the nature of her relationship with X, which she did, announcing their marriage in front of everyone, and especially B, who just got resurrected (by Z who ripped half of his soul for this). Of course he felt utterly humiliated. Somehow, she got even worse than P. The tart she murdered because she cheated on Z, her first husband. What’s even worse is that E defended A’s right and choice to marry X. If you don’t see a problem with that…either you didn’t read correctly or you really have no sensitivity and very poor judgement…I feel sorry for you, and for the state of any of your relationships you may had / have / will have with friends, lovers or victims of cheating or of abuse.
Then she fought a demon lord to offer a circle of hell to B, got killed, and was resurrected by X (who had grief and was distraught !) to become a demon. And I stopped following here.
Instance #2 : “Oh, the incoherencies” or “how to treat the gravest subjects as if they are nothing” :
On her character :
-Throughout the whole thing she calls herself a “guardian” : she’d guard the ones she loves out of harm, or try to fix things gone sour…except…no, obviously.
-She often said she “won’t tolerate threats to her family”. She also claims to care for her family. Yet she always ends up f*cking or marrying the guys who threaten her family or her, the most. Not to mention her ridiculous faltering of one week long when X tries to destroy her and her loved ones (I don’t know why everyone finds her so badass. I kinda feel sorry for these people). Honestly “the more you threaten her family, the more chance you have to fuck with her” is what I think of her. Lol.
-She claims to hate injustice soooo much and to not answer kindly to it, yet…she’s the one who burns whole cities and trees down, (and she calls herself a druid, druids are supposed to be one with nature, and by extension, to like it and be devoted to it, lol), spread her diseases spells everywhere, kill everyone in sight, even torturing and eating them, and showing no regret whatsoever…..Hahahaha…no.
-Her “changes” or “character development” only goes through becoming more and more powerful everytime she gets resurrected (five times…?), changing only her class / powers / social status (?), but there’s never any mental development…that’s just boring, to say the least. The same logic applies to the men she chooses it seems. As she jumps from a mortal, to a demon, to one of the most powerful demon in existence.
-She bawls about how her life sucks, yet obviously does absolutely fucking nothing to change it as she constantly brings chaos to her family by taking utterly reckless, stupid, irresponsible and inconsiderate decisions and ends up “fixing things up” (it’s like the RP revolves around her…).
On her other characters (and her friend’s) :
-I can’t tell anymore how many times I saw “rape”, “mutilation”, “torture”, “murder”, or “being beaten up” (abandoned too, but mainly all the “bigger” things) used as a plot twist or as backstory, when other things could have been used more efficiently. Also it’s all too clear that they just put some of this stuff STRAIGHT out of their asses, without any research (e.g : some character gets raped, show signs of trauma for less than a year, and after that, are back to their usual, slutty attitude and skimpy clothes…Hello ?! Rape trauma – or any other trauma – lasts much longer than that !! (Hint : usually it’s life-long, and you are not the same as before). Come on, NOW. Some people JUST may have gone through this SHIT. And these authors give no fuck whatsoever about how fucking disgusting and insulting they actually are. Despite some people like me who were fucking trying damn hard to be KIND with their critique. I actually don’t care if you want to write about these things. But for your own sake and that of your readers, you’d better know what the hell you are talking about. There is literally NO EXCUSE for not doing any research. Especially in this internet age, where all the information is just a few clicks away.
-Some characters that seem mentally healthy are actually completely fucked up. A well educated couple who lets in their serial killer brother into the house or whatever. As if all parents are assholes (see above). Or even, women wanting kids with guys becoming / already being completely insane. -_-‘
-Characters that are put into a couple, just because the authors are projecting themselves into it. I don’t know how to explain it more clearly, but anyway, the end result is that the couple doesn’t seem natural and organic AT ALL. Characters that wouldn’t tolerate an attitude from people are miraculously tolerating it from the character they have been shipped with, just because the authors want them that way and think they are “meant to be” or else… [insert stupid reason here]. They are stifling the real character’s personality, forcing it into a relationship that would not exist via “natural means” of developing through writing and not just that senseless “Omg we’ll ship character #1 with character #2 !”.
Instance #3 : What she personally did to me :
If you’ve read the rest above, you’ve probably noticed how much of a fan of her I was, before being completely underwhelmed by her story and characters…and later on, by her shitty attitude.
I started by simply following her and I was always asking her stuff about her characters, until they started to act stupid and senseless, and this is where I started to kindly critique (constructive, mature critiques, I mean, not that senseless trolling some people do just to piss other people off). Sometimes she answered, but most of the time, not. I just wanted to help and for her to get better at her drawing / writing. I’ve also wanted to RP or have an art trade or whatever with her and she kept delaying it with excuses. I ended up writing a little snippet after asking her. I only wrote the beginning, and just described her character’s physical appearance. I didn’t even finish it. I also left a comment on one of her picture where her persona was a demi-god, and she hid it (bigheaded, much ?). I seemed to be “stressing out” everyone, saying “forbidden” stuff in comments…I was pissed off). She told me to wait until her character became a demi-god for us to RP…maybe so she could squash my character like an insect when she had enough, haha !
Anyway, when she saw the snippet, she didn’t respond, sulked in her corner and ignored me for three months, so I had enough and posted it anyway (all that because I said in the artist’s comments section that I fell out of love with it because she didn’t answer). I asked again in notes what was wrong for another three months (so that’s a 6 months wait in total before even getting an answer), and she sent me a VERY bitchy note, about how I pushed her (despite having waited all the time in the world already), and how disrespectful I have been, posting a snippet without her consent, despite the fact I told her I would change anything if she asked. But no, she just made a scene, saying pissy, ridiculous shit to me.
Because, clearly, I’m the big villain for trying to please her as best as I could.
And then, being a complete jerk, she opened a contest where “your character meets mine”. Even one of my friend told me that she basically stole my idea… Lol…
In total I wasted almost two years of my life with her. Never again.
Lastly, a note to those of you who recognize yourselves in her (or want to defend her) :
Just because you don’t like what I’m saying doesn’t mean I’m a troll. Quit being so butthurt for no fucking reason. Not everyone feels like they somewhat owe you to kiss your ass, especially if you enjoy wallowing into your own willful ignorance and stupidity. If you want positive attention, this is not the way to go. And besides, that won’t help you evolve, which is the whole point of a critique. Critiques aren’t supposed to be lengthy compliments, and stuff like that : “Oh my god ! Poor little whatever, she’s had it so hard, and now she’s killing people, but she’s so nice, she is just misunderstood, the poor dear !! Everyone else who doesn’t agree is too stupid to see the truth !!!” …definitely won’t make you rise above.
Just get over yourself, already !
You hate me ? Fine. I am not sorry. Your own fault for pissing me off. Have fun in your hatred. I don’t care.
TL ; DR Version :
Instance #1 : The shittiesh roleplay story you will ever read :
Because it’s totally cool to be a psychopathic whore and not wrong at all to marry your best friend’s rapist and your kids’ wannabe murderer…instead of kicking his ass, as it should be.
Faltering (before marrying him and after he tried to kill her “family”) because they have been F*CKING together, and she expected him to be “not so evil”. Lol.
I didn’t read or see “Fifty Shades of Grey”, but it might just be better than this.
Instance #2 : The incoherencies of the whole thing :
This so called “guardian” not doing her freaking job of defending her loved ones. Being the star of the RP (it would have been okay if she wasn’t all around bad, inconsiderate and hopelessly stupid). NO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT except growing more and more powerful (Boring !). Claiming to not like injustice but kill / eat people, burns whole cities down. Lol.
Rape (and other subjects along those lines, such as torture) being treated like just mere inconveniences, instead of the life-long, life-changing trauma they actually are.
Characters put in a couple and their real personalities stifled, just because the authors project themselves too much in them.
Instance #3 : Fuck you, bitch !
This is my last word to you. I certainly am NOT going to validate all this shit you write. I am NOT here to kiss your ass. For your own sake, learn to accept CONSTRUCTIVE critiques and quit calling people trolls for it. Get over yourself.
Lastly…I am NOT in the wrong for just wanting to write something featuring your character. Just because she wasn’t presented as “godly”, you shunned me. I also really had enough waiting SIX ridiculous months for your answer, so yes, I left a snippy comment. YOU should have asked me to modify the writing if you weren’t happy with it.
EDIT 2015/01/25 : Added a bit more dialogue for more…hum..details ? As always, I am open for mature comments. So don’t hesitate ! 🙂
This is the newer version of Zerieth’s bio (Here is the old version : Old : “The Escape of Zerieth” ). I actually had it written a few weeks ago, but I wanted to make sure after rereading it, it was ok for uploading (also I’ve been unsurprisingly sucked into WoW…). The text is totally different from the first story, so do not search for similarities, as almost only the end remains the same (no surprise, here). I hope it’s much better as I’ve actually tried to paragraph correctly, add more action and more dialogue. I also tried not to spend too much lines on explaining things of her life, and instead, tried to suggest it. I hope I didn’t screw up.
This prequel is something that happens on Wyrdaenia, prior the real story begins.
The story itself will be fantasy with maybe another genre mixed in (I haven’t decided yet).
This is meant to be read as a “prequel” of some sorts, at least it only tells about a part of the bio of one of my crazy bitch villain…Meet Zerieth !
She gets completely fucking insane later on (even now, I can’t really say she’s “healthy”), and although nothing is truly set in stone, yet (I’m just having fun, now), I don’t think anyone would want to be her friend (at least, I wouldn’t O_o). She gets to treat people like shit…XD
Also, since I need to grow as an artist / writer, critiques and comments are always welcome !
Just please note that :
-English is NOT my first langage, so the text is prone to have many errors in it.
-I won’t tolerate flaming, trolling or otherwise pointless bitchy comments.
-Please be mature and polite in your critique.
-Tell me what you liked and what you didn’t like and WHY.
Zerieth and world concept (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas.
Do NOT use, copy, redistribute, edit, sell, etc…in any way, shape or form. Thank you !
The escape of Zerieth (bio – prequel) v.2
Zerieth sat in the corridor. That moron deserved what he had. She broke his nose. She would have done much worse, had the teachers not stopped her in the middle of the fight. The supervisor was now eyeing her as if she was the most dangerous criminal of the country. He really had nothing else to do except bothering her with his insisting looks, it seemed. She’s been bullied for not dressing and acting like the others. If she had any doubts she was different, now they were evaporated. She wore clothes resembling those of the Great East, with some feathers in her hair. She was half-blood from two very different cultures. She felt unwanted. They’ve called her father to come. He never took “care” of her anyway. He was never here most of the time, and she was doing what she wanted. When he was here, however…
She nervously bit her lip, and flicked her tail, waiting for the incoming storm of scornful rage her father would bring down on her. Ever since her mother left, dropping her in front of his house, he didn’t care and constantly redirected any aggression towards her.
The door banged open, and he entered, his broad figure almost obliterating the light. She had inherited his physical strength. He passed her by, and turned his head only to look down on her. Not good enough. She knew what he was thinking, and she had enough. She rolled her eyes and he called her name to enter the director’s office. She entered, sat and sank in the chair, crossing her arms, her legs, and sighed.
The director sat and bent over his desk, searching for her eyes. She briefly looked at him.
-“Very well. I suppose you know why you are here. You punched someone in the face. You know the consequences are being punished by some hours of detention.”
She turned her head sideways and grimaced. He tilted his. Her father hit her head.
-“The man is talking to you !” He exclaimed. “Answer…” He growled.
She swiftly turned her head back at the director.
-“That guy had what he deserved.” She said curtly. “There is no way I’m having…punishment”. She curled her lips in a growl.
Her father looked at the director.
-“I will take care of her punishment, myself.” He said in an eerily calm voice. The director nodded in agreement and swiftly spoke again :
-“Also you must know that your daughter used several magic spells while into the school to intimidate other students.”
Her father’s eyes grew wide. He glowered at her.
-“Fine.” He pinched his lips, and rose to shake the director’s hand.
Zerieth did the same, following him out of the office. They both walked for a moment, when her father’s voice broke the silence.
-“Magic, seriously ?! What did you have in mind ?” He rose his arms up to the sky. “I forbade you ! The law forbids it, even ! Not to mention that no one will want a woman who…”
-“Fine ! No one ever wanted me around anyway, most don’t even make the “effort” of knowing me.” She snapped, cutting him short.
-“Stop that. Stop talking to me like this ! The director may have decided not to kick you out of school, but I will keep you home. You will adjust to this culture…And you will stop looking down on people !” He snarled, yanking her by the arm and shaking her. She lowered her ears and squirmed from his grip.
-“And especially on you, right ?” She narrowed her eyes. “No wonder why she left then.” She hissed.
He slapped her, and her hair flew in front of her face. She glowered through it.
-“You will obey and close your mouth ! Know your place !” He bellowed.
-“There is no way I’m staying home !” She protested, waging her tail in frustration. “You’re never here anyway…” She jeered between her teeth.
-“Now I will be.” He asserted.
-“I am nearly an adult ! What do you think you’re imposing me ?” She hissed.
-“You need to be taught…” He started, but she cut him short.
-“Don’t tell me what I need.” She snarled. “Nothing coming from you will ever…school taught me so much more !”
-“Did it tell you how to behave ? How to be good ?” Now he jeered back to her.
-“Good as in being an obedient and submissive woman who never has a right to anything, anyway ?” She gritted her teeth and glowered at him.
He shook is head, looking down on her and taking a falsely caring tone.
-“You’re such a misfit…a cultural abomination. You are my biggest mistake. My biggest…shame. Damn it Zerieth. Even your mother had more class…and she left me with the burden that you are.” He looked at her straight in the eyes, a disgusted expression lingering on his face.
Her eyes grew wide and she fell silent for a few seconds. Somehow she was shocked. He said and did horrible things in the past to her, but he never said something like that, not until now at least. Even tough she never expected anything else from him. But it hurt her pride enough that she felt devastated. He saw her expression, and in a quick gesture, he seized her arm, teleporting themselves directly into the house. They appeared in front of her room. She squirmed violently, shaking her head.
-“It was your mistake ! And she left because you are a fucking bastard !” She eventually yelled, suddenly realizing what was happening.
-“Stay here.” He pushed her into the room. She almost fell over, and quickly turned back to face him.
-“No way !” She roared. “You don’t even care, and now you think you can do this to me ?” She curled her lips. She lunged forward in an attempt to escape, but her father’s grip was firm. She felt heat forming in her hands.
-“Since you are unable to calm down, you will stay here, until I decide whether you can go out.” He pinched his lips, talking in a firm, stern tone, pushing her yet closer to her room. “And this could take months.”
-“Because of who do you think I can’t calm down ?” She growled. He frantically pushed her in, locking the door.
She stared at it, bewildered and angry, eyes wide, breath itching in her lungs, nearly gasping for air. She cursed under her breath, before eventually screaming it out loud. If no one wanted her, then she would be gone…for good. Today has been too much for her. The heat in her hand was growing stronger and she would not even try to repress it this time, as with everytime she did when she was upset. Her magic training was far from complete and she knew it, but didn’t care anymore. She got up and lashed out a fire spell at her door, burning it down to ashes at her first try.
Her father spun around, only to see raging flames, already eating at the wooden structure. He stopped for a mere second in both amazement and terror.
Zerieth lunged past him as fast as she could manage, and taunted him. She smirked and shook her head. Her father’s expression switched back to anger and then rage, and he lunged after her. But she was fast, and managed to launch a few fire spells into the house before finding herself outside, at last. The fire growing wild with her rage had been forming a thick smoke and she could tell that her father was disoriented by it. She continued to bend the flames at her will until she heard him bellowing and cursing at her as he was making his way out of the house as well, in a rather blind and hurried fashion, tripping on things he couldn’t see.
She carried on running until she could jump behind a bush. She crouched. She was free, at last. She stood here, out of breath, looking at the flames which had been taking gigantic proportions, now. It fascinated her and she had her eyes wide open, as if she was afraid to miss anything. The fear started to dissipate. He would not lock her up or hurt her, now, no longer. She listened to his bellows. She smirked. He deserved it. She rose after a few minutes, giving a last look on the ashes that this “home” had become, contemplating her job, her smirk eventually growing up into a full grin.
Then she looked around, thinking of all the things there was still to do and the world to explore. She then turned her heels and jumped in the opposite direction, towards the forest.
Edit 2014-12-27 : I’ve changed the paragraphing and this is all I will ever do with this one. The new, completely overhauled version can be found here : The Escape of Zerieth.
Edit 2014-11-17 : I’m thinking or rewriting this a bit…some stuff are unclear and I didn’t include everything I wanted to. I still need to think about it, though. For now, comments / critiques are still welcome.
Something that happens on Wyrdaenia, prior the real story begins.
The story itself will be fantasy with maybe another genre mixed in (I haven’t decided yet).
This is meant to be read as a “prequel” of some sorts, at least it only tells about a part of the bio of one of my crazy bitch villain…Meet Zerieth !
She gets completely fucking insane later on (even now, I can’t really say she’s “healthy”), and although nothing is truly set in stone, yet (I’m just having fun, now), I don’t think anyone would want to be her friend (at least, I wouldn’t O_o)
Just enjoy ?
And please if you have comments, critiques, etc… do not hesitate ! (but please be mature and constructive with your critque and don’t send me pointless flames…thank you :))
Zerieth, the world of Wyrdaenia and all its concepts (c) Aurore “MetalFeline” Ciholas
Please do NOT copy, use under any way, shape or form, sell, make profit of, edit, redistribute, claim as your own…
Thank you !
He didn’t speak to Zerieth. Never. At least never while they were eating. And he didn’t speak when addressing her as a general rule. He would growl, threaten, bring her down. There never really was what could be called a « conversation ». And if there was, it was always on the brink of screaming. Tonight, he sat on one end of the table, but she wasn’t allowed to be at its other end. That was for those who were « worthy » of it, and her father deemed she wasn’t enough. So she sat everywhere else around it, making sure she was never too close to him. He wanted to watch her, and her manners while she was eating. She had made sure she would fake following his orders…until she would be old enough to « escape ». As long a he was silent, it was alright for her. She didn’t want to ear for the umpteenth time how she wasn’t good enough, and how she would never fit into his culture, because, since her eastern mother decided to abandon her, and he was the only one remaining to raise her and care after her, he should decide what kind of woman she was going to be, and he never let her have a say in it. She ate fast, not taking the proper time to masticate before swallowing. She tolerated less and less to be into the same room as him.
So, once she was done, it was always the same ritual. She took away the dishes and washed them, without saying a word, after what she walked upstairs and isolated herself in her room. If she was lucky enough, he didn’t disturb her to lecture her about how she was supposed to be, and how bad she had behaved today, according to his standards and expectations.
The frontdoor creaked open. It was her father’s friend. She was told he was coming and that she was unwanted around. She didn’t like him, anyway. Hated him, even. He held the same spite towards her as her father did. She could see it in his eyes. The way they both looked at her and talked about women. It gave her the nausea. Her room was close enough and her ears sensitive enough, so that she could hear the voices and intonation used, and she could have heard the words too, but she did not want to concentrate on it to hear them. They were both laughing. She never saw her father behave like that, with her. He was always displeased. Her heart crunched with frustration, pain and anger. Why did he never treat her like this ? Instead, he was constantly aggressive, to the point she grew up afraid of him and constantly aggressive, herself. The fact she never really went to school and didn’t see new faces didn’t help develop herself, either. She didn’t really had “friends”. His excuse was that she was a “problem child”…and she might have become like that somehow, because of him. He wanted her for himself, under his command, yet constantly reminded her how much she looked like her mother, both physically and…well, he was trying his best to stifle her headstrong character. He said it looked far too much like her mother, too independent, and that he despised it because she ran away despite his pleading to stay after Zerieth has been born, and he kept pushing all the blame on her, all the pressure, all his anger, frustration and aggression.
She had wanted to go downstairs and be a part of the conversation, be a part of “something”, for once in her life. In the past, she had hoped that friend of his would see the abuse she was enduring, that he would, somehow “side” with her. But nothing happened…even worse, he was on her father’s side. And now, she knew that if she ever dared to show up, she would only collect a scornful gaze from her father, and his friend, which would turn, later on after his friend would be gone, into a full blown rage and hits from him. She gritted her teeth. She had no freedom or “love” whatsoever. He even locked her door sometimes and her room only had a smallish window through which she couldn’t pass. So, it came to the point she was now used to often sneak out of the house to see what she wasn’t normally allowed to see of the world, which consisted of good and dark places alike. Although she was preferring the bad ones. She would also go alone in the wilderness, or in some places of the city, to train her magic. But those were very few times, recently. She had been caught the last time…or so it seemed. Her father told her that he knew what she was doing because of « rumors ». She didn’t know if it was true or not. Probably just bluff, to keep her « under control ». She could feel a burning sensation in her hands. Her magic wanted to go out of her, and she didn’t control it perfectly, yet, and especially not when she was angry or upset, like now. She felt like if she touched something now, it would instantly catch on fire. So much time she hasn’t trained it seems…
She sighed, shrugged and crossed her arms behind her head, letting herself fall backwards on the bed, in an attempt to relax, and began to dwell on the possibility of going out during this night. His father sounded far too distracted to notice anything, maybe she could do something… She heard glasses clink, which meant they were probably drinking. She hoped it was strong alcohol, somehow. That he would drink so much he would directly sleep…and not beat her up, should she still be here.
She rose and began to pack up her things into a small pouch, excitation building up and her heart racing in her chest at the anticipation of evading that place, if only for a few hours. She needed to go out of her room. She opened the door, popping her head outside, to look around the house from the unlit mezzanine overlooking the living room, before going out of it. She then closed the door shut, without a sound. Both men were unaware of what she was doing, visibly too caught up into their talk. She skittered until she opened the door of a small room. That one had a big window in comparison. She opened it, and the autumnal breeze blew in her face. As well as a very light rain. She almost forgot how it felt, staying in rapture for some seconds, breathing deeply. She looked below. She was maybe 4 or 5 meters above the ground. It didn’t matter. She was a wyldaeren, a “cat folk”, like they were sometimes called. Her bones would not break easily and she had nothing to fear. She half-closed the window behind her, like she always did, and jumped down, landing gracefully, making her way towards the city.
She made her way back after a few hours, having drank in bars one or two glasses with money she stole either from her father when he wasn’t looking or from strangers in the street. She has been training her magic a little, too, and she was in a better, almost cheerful mood, and a small smirk remained on her lips. She slowly made her way to the outskirts of the city, where she was living. She could hear footsteps too, but didn’t pay attention to them, even though the town was not overcrowded, hearing footsteps or having a slight impression of being followed was not uncommon, either. She carried on but they didn’t fade. She eventually stopped herself and turned around to see what was there, pricking her ears to any sound she heard. Nothing or no one was to be seen. Usually people passed her by when she did that. After a moment, she shrugged. That must have been an echo, a coincidence…it could be anything. She resumed her walking, but she was insecure, and her ears were now orientated backwards, in the direction the sound was coming from. She repeated stopping in the middle of the road and accelerating. Something was off. Those footsteps were following her, she heard them splash on the wet ground, mimicking her every move, and she could even feel eyes peering at her. She started to feel uncomfortable. She glanced back shortly, and started to run. The footsteps did the same, albeit with a slight delay. Whoever was after her wasn’t prepared for her surge. A voice called her name, which she recognized it instantly. Her father’s friend. What was he doing here, anyway ? A ball of rage started to form in her stomach. He didn’t live in the outskirts…what kind of twisted idea made him think to go after her ? Whatever. She wasn’t going to stop. She was just hoping it was not her father who sent him after her…although, now, it seemed unlikely. She could sense him accelerating behind her, even if she didn’t look. She felt the gap closing between them, and she swore she could sense his breath on her neck. He jumped on her, and they both collapsed. Now she could clearly feel his alcoholic breathing against her neck. She squirmed out of his grip, biting and clawing at him and he squeaked when a particularly nasty one landed on his face. She pushed him aside, bringing herself back up, and he followed shortly after, yanking her roughly by the arm, and pointing to the fresh scar on his face, growling.
-”Do you realize what you did ? You tore my face, you worthless little…”
-“Who do you think you are ?!” She growled, her ears flattened backwards, and her tail flicking, as if she was going to fight. All her frustration surfaced after remembering the two men being so close to each other while she seemed to be nothing more than an embarrassment to her father. “You follow me and then you jump on me…Let me go !”
She yanked her arm roughly from his grip, clawing his arm in the process. She made a run start, again, but he firmly caught her by the arm, turning her, placing her arms behind her back and pulling her against him.
-”Your father will be enchanted to know what you did…” He smirked cruelly.
-”You have no right…” She hissed in indignation.
He pushed her forward and she bared her teeth, hissing, trying to hide the heat from her hands, which was making its way back. She knew nothing good for her could come out of it right now. He didn’t pay much attention to this. He took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket that he attached her hands with. Her eyes went wide. She was livid. She would never have thought he would do this, take some object from his profession and attach her with it. She did not have time to think about it any further. He casted a teleportation spell, and they both ended up in front of her imposing father’s house.
He was waiting for them, standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed. In that awkward moment she could see why her mother chose him. He was handsome, physically strong, with toned muscles, a large torso…and it stopped there. She had it figured out since years that if her mother only saw him for sex and ultimately didn’t stay with him, it was probably because of his violent temper and awful attitude with women. Maybe she thought he wouldn’t hurt his own daughter. She was so wrong… now that she was grown up he even cared less about whatever he was doing to her. And, despite the fact she had inherited his strong and fit physical frame, she felt often weak and defenseless in front of him, even though her mindset had begun to change, recently. He looked at her up and down and frowned. Her ears flattened on the side and her face became tense, her tail nervously tugging between her legs in anticipation, despite herself. He uncrossed his arms and walked down the few stairs, closing the gap between the three of them.
-”Here you are ! How many times did I tell you that you have no right to go out ?!” He growled. She opened her mouth, but was cut short when he slapped her.
Her head turned sideways under its effect and her red hair flew, covering her face, she stood like that, unable to move or do anything. But she was furious, against herself for having been caught, and against them both.
Her father’s friend pushed her, releasing the grip the handcuffs had on her hands, and she almost fell over, only catching herself back before it was too late. Her father yanked her by the arm, pushing her forward towards the door. She closed her fists in a desperate attempt to suppress the heat sensation, which was growing stronger. She spun, and glowered at him, growling.
-”Why ?” She stood firmly in place, her head held low and her ears flattened backwards in anger and hatred. “Why ? Why can’t I ever simply go out ?” She demanded, louder, this time.
-”Because I told you so !” He exclaimed, moving his arms upwards. He caught her arm even more roughly, shoving her into the house and nodding to his friend. He spun and they faced each other. His face was red with anger and his jaw tense. “How dare you say things like that in front of my friend ! I told you you had no right to go out or disobey, yet you did. Do you realize how humiliati…”
She snapped, her tail flicking, her ears flattened still, interrupting him.
-”Everything is humiliating for you ! Have you thought of me for at least a second ?” She sighed. “I’m just trying to live my life !” She pleaded.
-”Enough ! If you will not obey, then I will lock you up !”
Her eyes went wide. He didn’t want to hear any of this and she felt like there was no possible discussion.
-”I can’t be locked up !” She cried out.
He walked towards her, catching her arm. She had enough of being pushed around like this.
-”You will !” He bellowed, forcing her into walking upstairs, towards her room. She cowered for some mere seconds, a weird mix of fear and rage building up inside her. The burning sensation in her hands becoming more and more intense. She suddenly stopped walking and spun, freeing her arm from his grip, suddenly out of breath. She shook her head and growled.
-”Pardon me ?” He demanded, turning her to face him. His eyes widened. Her eyes were glowing intensely with uncontrolled magic. Despite going out at night and attempting to train and learn the ways of a witch, it still haven’t been enough. She wondered why it manifested now. Why not earlier…She looked at her waist. All of her belongings that really mattered were here, into the pouch hanging by her belt. She didn’t need any more, except for food and water, maybe.
-”I really have enough of you.” He snarled, seemingly regaining his usual, cold, indifferent and overall despicable composure. Rushing after her and pushing her forward again.
-”I won’t ! You never gave me my freedom…I will take it myself !” She attempted to free herself from him again, roaring and clawing at him, landing one of her hot hand on his arm. He cried out when a part of his skin melted. She looked around her. There won’t be anything she was going to miss. She actually wanted to see it all burn to ashes. She concentrated even more onto her anger, flames forming at her hands, and she unleashed them onto the furniture, and everything else that could possibly burn. Her father lunged at her in a desperate attempt for this to stop, but she quickly dodged him, throwing more fire spells in every other possible direction. The flames were burning everything and were going wild with her rage, forming a thick, suffocating smoke. The door banged open and her father’s friend stood here, bewildered, blocking the way out. He bellowed something she did not understand. Crackles from the fire could be heard everywhere. She looked at him. He was bellowing at her. She realized she had a bloody fantasy involving him. He too, lunged at her. She did not even dodge this time. She lunged forward, roaring and tearing out his throat with her claws. Blood splattered. She ran out, her father following shortly after her, although in a rather blind fashion. He bellowed her name, looking around for her. She ran to the nearest bush, hiding behind it. She crouched. She was free, at last. She stood here, out of breath, looking at the flames which had been taking gigantic proportions, now. It fascinated her and she had her eyes wide open, as if she was afraid to miss anything. The fear started to dissipate. He would not lock her up or hurt her, now, no longer. She rose, giving a last look on the ashes that this “home” had become. She smirked, contemplating her job.
She looked around, thinking of all the things there was still to do and the world to explore. She then turned her heels and jumped in the opposite direction, towards the forest.
1. Choose your favorite OC (Original Character).
2. Answer the questions in character on how you think they’d react !
3. Tag your friends !
Favorite OC :
1.) Their pet goldfish dies :
2.) A robber as broken into their house while they are home ! :
3.) A random person gives your OC a hug ! :
4.) Some idiot has challenged your OC to a bar fight ! :
5.) Your OC has stumbled upon a basket of abandoned, adorable kittens ! :
6.) Your OC is faced with their worst fear ! :
7.) Someone has made your OC’s favorite food for dinner ! :
8.) Your OC witnesses someone being beaten up and robbed! What does your OC do about it ? :
9.) Sees a defenseless person being chased by a monster. What does your OC do ? :
10.) A invading army is setting siege on the city your OC is staying at. What does your OC do ? :
11.) Your OC sees that their crush or significant other is being Bullied. What do they do about it ? :
12.) Your OC is dungeon crawling with some friends and ends up falling through a trap door! Your OC then finds themselves in a torture chamber ! :
13.) Someone has stolen your OC’s cookies ! :
14.) Your OC catches their crush or significant other in bed with someone else ! :
15.) OC’s best friend is sick with a cold. :
16.) One of your OC’s friends has stolen your OC’s clothing while they were taking a bath in a lake! Your OC doesn’t have any clothes ! :
17.) Its Christmas day and your OC finds coal in their stocking. :
18.) The Zombies are attacking ! :
19.) Your OC gets handcuffed to their worst enemy. :
20.) Your OC finds themselves in a haunted house ! :
21.) Your OC has received a nasty flesh wound from battle ! :
22.) Someone gross looking is hitting on your OC. :
23.) Someone very important to your OC has just died. :
24.) Your OC gets challenged to a drinking game ! :
25.) You get to meet your OC! How would they react to meeting you ? :