TB: broken memories

TB: Broken Memories

A/N: Brett is an asshole. He's a terrible man who hurt Sara a lot. I am just happy that she's no longer associated with him. The story below depicts violence.

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Sara stood before the mirror. A memory crept into her mind. It was a rainy day, she remembered it perfectly. A rainy day, probably a Tuesday. She was sleeping in her bed, wearing only flannel pants and a white tank top when she heard a hard knock on the front door. Opening one eye, she glanced at the watch by her bedside and groaned loudly as it was only 3 in the morning. Unwilling to stand up and open the door, she put her pillow against her face and tried to ignore the knocks but they became more and more violent, thus forcing her to stand up and walk towards the front door. As Sara opened it, she didn't even have the time to blink because it opened violently, hitting her in the process and forcing her to take a couple of steps back. As she stroked her cheek, the young woman looked up at the intruder, Brett.

He was the young woman's on-and-off boyfriend. He was a large and towering American supe with neck-lengthed hair, deep blue eyes, and an obsession with fame. She furrowed her brows and closed the door behind him as he paced towards the living room. They were in the middle of their break-up and she really didn't want to see his face in her flat but since he forced himself in, she decided to roll with it. Brett was an asshole. She knew he was but thought that he could become better, just like at the start of their relationship. He had his moments when she did what he wanted her to do. He wanted her to remain Unnamed Girl 24/7. She had to cover her freckles, take him to fancy restaurants, and dedicate her life to please him. There were days when he withdrew his affection from her and she had to comply.

She could have severed their link and ended their relationship but she was in love with him. She just couldn't truly be apart from him for too long. He would lovebomb her, he would make her feel as if she was the most beautiful person in the world. She wasn't alone when he was there so she couldn't help herself but always took him back. Yet, there were moments where it was brutal, it was possessive.

« What are you doing around so late? » She groaned while scratching the top of her head. He patted his lap and invited her to sit on it but she shook her head. « No. We're on a break remember? I don't want to see your face, or your dick for a while. » She crossed her arms over her ample chest, furrowing her brows as he kept patting his lap.

« Then grab me a beer. »

« You haven't answered. Why are you here, Brett? »

« I was in town, just decided to stop by. Come on, I need a beer. »

« Why did you come here? Don't you have your fuckbuddies you could have gone to? » -She complained but still went to the kitchen.-

She furrowed her brows as she grabbed the bottle and put it on the counter. What was she doing? What was she doing in there, with him? It wasn't the first time he casually came to her place, despite her protests, and got away with it. He'd drink, eat, fuck her until he got enough of it and would leave early in the morning for his job. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve this lack of respect. Sara was a very nice lover. She was devoted to the people she loved and she did love Brett. Nobody believed she was resilient or even strong. She simply folded every time Brett came back. She was fragile, yes, but she wasn't made of glass. She thought it was nothing. She thought she could handle it until he became better. While Sara was thinking, she felt strong brutal hands grab her waist, beneath her shirt, and run up until they reached below her breasts. She gasped and tried to turn around but he leaned into her, forcing her to bend forward over the counter.

« Fuck you! Get off me! I'm not in the mood! »

« C'mon! I know you want me! You've always wanted this dick before, why would you refuse now? »

« I don't want it, Brett. I was fucking sleeping before you crashed at my door! Get OFF ME! » She yelled at him, but he was heavily intoxicated already and she realized that if she didn't do anything, he wouldn't stop at all. Brett was this stubborn. She hated when they fucked while he was in such a state, because he didn't know how to stop, or he refused to do it until he reached his own climax. It always left her bruised and sore but this time, it was different and she could tell by the way he was breathing and the force he used to pin her against the counter. Her breathing quickened and she became as stiff as wood as she was already searching for a way to escape. Her black eyes locked onto the bottle of beer she had in her hand and she quickly smashed it against his face, eliciting a groan from him and giving her enough room to escape from his embrace.

« COME BACK HERE! » He growled but she didn't listen and kept running, but he was faster than her and grabbed her ankle, making her stumble but not fall. She had to straighten again but he slapped her face, hard enough to make her bleed from her mouth and cause her to fall onto the ground. She rolled on her side and tried to crawl to her room but he pulled her closer to him. Brett started to remove his belt from his pants and chuckled darkly. « Ahaha.. you decided to play it rough tonight uh Sara? » She winced, her cheek still burning from the slap he gave her. « You were supposed to be nice to me. You cut me with that bottle, you're gonna pay! » Her body was shivering, mostly because of the aftermath of his blow and because she was scared of going through another shitstorm again with him. « Be nice to me, Sara. Be nice and I might be gentler. » He sneered while grabbing a fist of her hair and yanking it back, causing pain. She flinched and closed her eyes.

He hit her with the belt, over and over again, turning her back red from the strikes. His blows became stronger and the more she screamed, the harder he struck her. The more she pleaded with him to stop, the more sadistic he became. He used his ice powers to freeze the belt and create ice spikes on it. She stopped resisting after a while, way too weak to protest. After a while, she simply took the beating he gave her and curled into a ball. What more could she do against him? He worked up a sweat after a while and stopped moving when it became boring for him. He made a mess out of her, her blood had splattered on the floor and she had stopped making a sound. Sara was still breathing, he could see her chest heave up and down. He then threw the belt away and knelt next to her. "Now, babe. Are you going to be stubborn?" She unclenched her fists and her lips twitched a little bit. He saw the fresh tears and slowly cleaned them off of her face. "Now now...I will make it all better. I will make it all better. you just have to do as I say." -She was too exhausted to speak but she looked at him and held onto his arm. "Yeah? Would you like it? You'd like me to care for you? I'll run you a bath and I'll clean you up." He whispered, propping her up against his chest before he managed to stand up and lift her body up.

"I'm sorry..." -She whispered-

"It's alright. Don't say it. Just act better."

"I won't...Thank you for caring for me."

"Always."

As the flashback stopped, Sara noticed she was crying again. How could she accept to be treated like this for as long as she did? Dotty had warned her, but Sara didn't know better back then. She was desperate for affection and she didn't think that Brett truly loved her and expressed it most passionately. She now knows that it's not true and she deserves better. Her single life had brought her comfort and her breakup with Brett was just a blessing in disguise. Homelander was different. He wasn't violent with her and unlike the others, he was genuine. He cared for her and she knew that he would do his best not to hurt her. She realized that she was still traumatized by her past relationships and it hurt her so deeply that she fell on her knees and curled into a ball in her bathroom.

COPG: Life of Elpis: Contemplating

Elpis was taking the sun on a long chair near the swimming pool of their hotel. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses to keep curious humans from discovering her divine nature. Her legs were crossed and her hands rested on her knees. There was plenty to think about but today her mind focused on the only thing that mattered: Her Scythe. It took Pride a lot of energy and a bargain with the Goddess Hecate to help him build a weapon powerful enough to contain some of his essence while being capable of slaughtering gods. When he gifted her the new weapon, the primeval goddess was way too excited about the weapon itself and the fact it was a gift from him to fully realize what it entailed, what it meant.., and what it symbolized. Pride gave her a weapon, something that not even her own pantheon managed to do. 

She was aware, by now, of the fact her family was scared of her. It benefited them that Elpis remained ignorant about her potential because she could have proven to be uncontrollable if she knew how powerful she really was. A lovechild of creation and destruction: true Balance and alongside it, ultimate power. They knew that they wouldn't be able to restrain her. They wouldn't be able to defeat her so they made sure that she was not aware of her true potential. It happened, despite their efforts when the goddess destroyed the Sumerian Pantheon. She let her anger consume her and easily managed to fight them. If she was to be left to her own device, there was a good chance that they would not be able to take her down. So they kept her under control. They messed up with her memories and they kept her in chains but it didn't work in the long term. After all, she set herself free didn't she? She explored her powers, discovered her connection to nature, trained in order to overcome the  All-Mother. She knew her true potential and she was eager to test her new limits. 

Colby: Anniversary

A/N: I felt the need to write something fluffy, some positive writing. I needed something to celebrate.

Xx

Mary mind-absently played with the diamond earrings Tommy gifted her as a coping mechanism for the stress she was experiencing.  Tommy was late and he was never late when they went on a date. All these people at the restaurant were making her nervous but she decided to ignore their curious stares on her. Tonight was special, he decided to take her out for a lovely dinner and asked for her to wait for her. So Mary kept touching her earrings to soothe herself. He told her to doll herself up so she did. Her hair was curly tonight and held together with a brooch she pinned on. Her brown locks were teasing her shoulders. Her dress was beautiful, with blue sequins that glamourized her waist and a back cleavage. Her feet were dressed with gorgeous blue stilettos. Mary sure was a looker and the minute she entered this fancy restaurant, the minute the world stopped running and all eyes were set on her. 

Mary could feel them looking her up and down and judging her figure, the color of her skin, her beauty, and her relevance in a place like this one. She was very aware of how society still had issues with accepting people like her. Mary remembered the awful welcome she had when she entered a bar to request a glass of water. She still remembered the beating she got, and the fact her only protection left was to warn Arthur. She still remembered the fear that crept into her heart and hurt her. It kept her on her toes and made her feel uncomfortable whenever she was in a public setting.

Just as it was becoming harder for her to handle being alone in such a huge place, Mary nearly screamed when she felt Tom's hand squeeze her shoulder. He kissed her forehead and then sat right next to her. The gangster made some efforts for the night and wore a tuxedo. He was handsome that evening and the nurse had to bite at her inner cheek because she didn't know how to react to him. He was perfect, of course, and the venue was beautiful. She's never been there, but she loved the lights and the table decorations.

« Tom. I didn't know you'd wear a tux tonight. »

« Well, you always complained about my business suits. I thought about wearing something new for a change. » -He smirked, giving Mary his infamous smirk that made her weak in the knees.  Mary furrowed her brows and then shook her head.  Tom added. « What? » 

« You're hiding something. Do you have that smirk you always have when you have a surprise? Where are we? Why are we here tonight? What do you have in your pocket? »

« Ahah don't be impatient. I have nothing in my pocket, we're here because I wanted you to feel beautiful tonight and enjoy the food and enjoy the wine. » He grinned and gently put both of his hands on the table.

« I don't believe you! That smile doesn't wash off of your face!» She said in an excited tone. As she tapped her fingers on the table,  Mary resumed talking « Okay I have a feeling today is a very important day but I can't place it. Help me out Tom, please ?! » 

Mary had no idea that tonight was their anniversary. Today was the day he took her to Arrow House. It marked the years they've been living together. He remembered how they met but at that time, he was still a married man and the encounter didn't mark him that much. Mary became someone important to him from the moment she came to his house. He wanted her to feel safe, he needed her to be alright because by the time she went there, she had shown how loyal and welcoming the Shelby Family was. Nothing forced her to help Arthur and his withdrawals. Nothing forced her to help Ada and some post-partum issues but she did. Nothing forced her to help him or his late wife Grace but she did.  She did.

He didn't know when his feelings started to grow for her, nor when exactly did he consider her as more than a friend so he picked the day she came to live with them to celebrate. After all, Mary had been a friend before she became a lover and he wanted to celebrate it too. Cheesy? Perhaps. Perhaps some guilt motivated his decision to take her out on a date. It had been so long since the two of them had some time together. Tom, as usual, was a prisoner of his own mind and lost himself to work. He spent so much time dealing with his business and politics that he had not seen Mary enough for his taste. he kept his eyes on her through his spies and the peaky blinders but it didn't need a lot for him to know he was neglecting her.

« Okay, I can give you a clue. Where are we? »

« I don't know the place! It's a.... fancy restaurant? » She said uncertain about the right answer.

« I think you didn't pay attention to the name of the restaurant. Look up the menu. »

Mary furrowed her brows but she took the menu. The name.... she didn't pay attention to the name when she arrived but the restaurant owner was someone she held dear in her life. Mary put the menu back on the table and widely opened her eyes as she stared at Tommy. Harry Langdon's restaurant was their venue. Harry and his mother Doris were her former neighbors in the shack she used to live at before Arrow House. They always treated her well and talked to her like a person rather than the way she presented. Harry always shared his meals with the nurse and she repaid them with private concerts. She had lost track of their whereabouts after she moved into Arrow House but still remembered their long nights spent talking about his dream to own a restaurant and here she was! He made his dream come true and that made the young woman gasp. Tom remembered she talked about the Langdons a long time ago and she thought that he didn't hear her or didn't care enough to remember but he did. 

« You didn't... You didn't do that. We... we're not in this... impossible. »

« Very possible. » He smiled at her, softly this time,  and held her hand tighter.

Her green eyes were filled with unshed tears as she stared at the gangster. She didn't know what to say nor what to do so Tom bent a bit forward and took her hand between his large hands.

« This isn't all. He reached out to me a few weeks ago upon learning you were living with me, and asked for a way to reach out to you. He wanted to thank you for the year you spent together and the hope you gave him. He wanted to show you how far he went and... » She was crying silent tears and didn't even notice. Tom gently stroked her soft cheek with the back of his hand. « How much he owed you. He wants you happy, Mary and so do I. »

« I'm so proud of him Tom. You have no idea of how /proud/ I am of him. » She put her hand over her plump lips and then cleaned another couple of tears that rolled down her cheeks. « He wasn't sure he was good enough but every time I ate his food, I could feel it. It was so good. » She smiled at Tom but straightened as he told her that it wasn't all he had in store for her. « Wait! You said there is more? »

« Do you trust me? » She nodded and held his hand tighter. « Good! Mary. I don't think you remember today as clearly as I do. It was the day you came to live at Arrow House. I didn't realize how much of a blessing this was until I...until I realized that you were my woman. »

«  I don't understand. » -It took some time for Mary to understand what Tom wanted to say and what it implied. It took some time for her to realize that he was actually giving her his utmost attention.-

« I'm celebrating the life we have together. I'm celebrating every moment we shared, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I don't know how my life would have been if you weren't part of it, Mary. Being with you helped me when I thought I was long gone. You're the reason I didn't blow my brains out. You're the reason I'm still put together.  I  know I'm not home as much as you'd like, maybe, but please, I want you to know that I love the life we have together. You're... so good to me. You're so good to me, Mary. »

She was speechless. Her eyes were filled with tears she shed because she couldn't believe her ears. He took her to the restaurant of someone she held dear.  He professed his love for her in a way she never imagined he would do and on top of it all, he never ceased to stare into her eyes. He loved her. She knew he did but to have him say it made her heart soar.

« You don't know what you're saying! » -She blushed-

« I do. » He smiled at her, his hand still holding onto hers.  Tommy swallowed a lump and kissed the top of her head. « You make my demons go away when we're together and you've been such a good mother to our son. Such a good woman to me...I wanted to give back some of what you gave me.  I wanted to celebrate our anniversary today and I wanted you to be surrounded by people who love you. Happy 10th Anniversary, Mary»

« What do you mean surrounded? » 

Was all she could ask as her voice was breaking from the emotions she was experiencing. It was a mix of pride and joy and probably another feeling she couldn't name yet. Tom nodded and with a snap of his fingers, a projector focused on the curtain that was hiding a stage behind. Mary furrowed her brows as the curtain opened and she saw Henry and his mother, Ada and her children, Arthur and his wife Linda, Finn, Polly and Uncle Charlie, and Curly and little Charlie who was looking his best.  Mary couldn't help herself but kept crying and struggling to clean her face. The night couldn't get better and yet it did.  It felt like a dream! Mary couldn't contain herself. She smiled and cried as she couldn't believe it was happening for real. She looked at Tom and gave him a large smile. Her favorite song started to echo through the restaurant and the family and friends started to dance. Tom stood up and Mary looked at him with wet green eyes.

« I am happy because of you. I am happy when I am with you. I am so happy to have you in my life.  I love you, Thomas Shelby. I love you with my mighty heart and what you did tonight. I want to give it back a thousand times. Happy anniversary my love. »

« You already did Mary. I can't ask for more. So don't worry. Tonight, I felt like giving /you/ back all you gave me. It's your night. It's our night. Just enjoy. » -She stood up and grabbed his hand as he led her to the rest of the dancing group so they could dance together. She held onto him, green eyes focused on his blue ones, and smiled at her lover-

10 years. They shared 10 years together, made of adventures, fights, love, pain, and death. 10 years that saw their love blossom into what it is today: A strong beautiful bond that could never break. 10 years spent caring about the other, even when they were upset at each other. Mary always made sure to care for Tommy and his family and he ensured her safety. They survived being apart from one another whether it was because of his wanderlust or because of the business.

What could possibly break a bond like theirs? Nothing. He loved Mary and she loved him and that feeling was forged with fire and blood and tears and nobody, not even them, could take that away from Tom and Mary. 10 years was an eternity and if it had to happen the way it did, so they could be together today, then there was nothing to change at all. 

Doya: Scars

Oya stood before the mirror and looked at her body. She ran her fingers over the scars on her forearms. Her body was a testament to the dangers she'd encountered over the years. She took bites from werewolves, claws from monsters,  bullets, and knives from humans. She could tell a story about each and every scar on her body. Her fingers traced the deep scars on her arms. The Asambosam, her archnemesis for years. Her recklessness almost cost her her life and these scars were a reminder of that. Grief... Grief was the reason for her lack of thought. She wanted to die during battle and join her family as fast as she could. She wanted to die or at least that was what she thought until she got hurt. Dean was there and he reminded her that there was more to life than what she thought. She had a reason to keep going. She had a reason to stay alive: HIM.  

Oya was still uncomfortable at times when staring at her scars. How could Dean still find her attractive with those ugly reminders of her recklessness? He always managed to soothe her heart and help her deal with her insecurities. Dean loved her, scars or not, he only saw a badass woman.... yes, he saw a beautiful woman. She felt her heartbeat go faster as her fingers traced the gunshots on her taut belly and the knife scars that decorated her skin. She let her fingers grab a few brown locks and slowly played with them. She twirled them in her fingers for a moment before she dropped her hands alongside her body. Her line of work made it quite impossible for her to be out of harm's way.  Her body was a weapon, but it was also vulnerable. She was vulnerable and there was nothing wrong with it. She was vulnerable and there was no shame to feel about it. Dean welcomed her with her flaws and qualities. He welcomed her with everything that made her her and that soothed her heart. that made it beat harder. That made it beat faster. That made it... Beat! 

ITNOF: Bahamut Sann'Di -Black Dragon- WIP

Bahamut Sann'Di, The king, 40000 Years old

            A.k.a: none

            Race: Black Dragon

            Ability: Necromancy

            Hair: black

            Eyes: blue

            Skin: black

Bahamut is the last pure Black Dragon still alive. With his daughter they are the only ones able to perform Dragons black magic and Necromancy. Black dragons were chosen to become guardians of the world of the living and the Underworld. Their task was to guide the dead to the otherworld and keep them there. King Bahamut fulfilled his duty perfectly until he fell ill, Almaryl took on the mantle but the witch broke her heart, thus preventing the queen from doing her job.

Bahamut was a king, heir to the throne of the Dragons Kingdom whose crown was stolen by one of his bastard brothers. He had to first conquer his land and unite the dragons under his ruling. Together with his wife, queen Ryween, they ruled the Kingdom wisely. He was the most gentle of the two and the least prone to go to war or rule with fear.

His reign was restless though. Indeed as his kingdom slowly but surely became the wealthiest and the most peaceful as well, it set fire and caused Jealousy. There began the  war of the Crowns. He ended up victorious and shortly after, Almaryl was born. Ryween's health started to degrade until she died. Soon his own health started to degrade and he started to lose his power. With him getting closer to death, the protection of the world of the living is becoming weaker and weaker.

Bahamut in his human form is a ridiculously handsome black man, with golden eyes and black eye sockets. His hair is short and black, curly at the edge. Unlike his daughter, the old king can't completely morph into a human, therefore his skin is scaly, he has a huge black horn on top of his head and long claws. He is wearing a  black and gold armor when he fights.

As a dragon, he's very tall and heavy. He also wears an armor that protects his belly and a helmet that protects the top of his head. Due to him being a pure-blood his wings are purple and his breath is purple. His fire is blue and his eyes turn blue when he uses his necromancer powers.

He is known to be a fair and kind king who will never hesitate to make sacrifices for his kingdom. He is said to be ruthless in battle and skilled, to the point that he remained undefeated for millennia. His strange disease has weakened him a lot and siphoned his life force but he is still the king he used to be. He will forever be known as the King who brought peace  and many people believe that with his death, the world would change.

N.B: Unlike what Almaryl might think, he had mistresses and bastard children. Three of them are noteworthy for they didn't die at a young age and they could try to claim the throne: Skaagar the beast, Urüre the Greedy, and Toromaï the Unlikely. Three sons who are not black dragons or so people say.

ITNOF: Ryween Sann'Di - WIP-

Ryween Sann'Di, The Conqueror, 30000 Years old

            A.k.a: none

            Race: Green Dragon

            Ability: super speed

            Hair: black

            Eyes: brown

            Skin: black

Ryween was the daughter of a Dragon Lord. Raised to be a warrior and a Conqueror, she very soon became addicted to the battlefield and proved to be a strong, wise, and fearsome warrior. She and her father won several battles but she soon grew bored of always extending her father's possessions. She chose a different path when she met Bahamut. Together they fought until Bahamut reclaimed his throne and he decided to make her his queen after falling in love with her. Ryween was known for her brutality, her lack of compassion, and her love for conquest. She changed the rules of the kingdom regarding the treatment of female dragons. In her land, unlike in many others, females and males were equals and a female could become the ruler of her land. Ryween, now a queen, forced her subjects to standardize this and thus allowed her daughter to become the legitimate heiress to the throne. She was able to raise her daughter until she reached maturity but died mysteriously from a disease even Bahamut's magic couldn't heal (let alone the Unicorns).

Ryween, as a dragon was tall, slim, and most likely to be a Wyvern rather than a dragon. She was beautiful and easy to the eye, green scaled with brown eyes. Her body was protected by light armor around her belly and skull. As a woman, she was not completely shifted into a human and kept some dragon features. For example, her horns and claws, a scaly greenish/brownish skin, and a long green tail. But she was also very tall with an athletic figure. It is said that she loved her daughter more than the realm itself and that her only regret was that she didn't have more time to spend with her. Nonetheless, she died like she lived, loved, feared, and regretted. Her father survived her and involved himself further in the princess' education but died during the War of Crowns.

N.B: Ryween was married once, to a warrior of her clan who died in battle. She had a daughter with him Kannä who was thought to be dead but was in fact stolen after birth.

ITNOF: Ichaböd Krum -dragon soldier oc- WIP

Ichaböd Krum, The Armor, 7500 Years old

            A.k.a: Ian Kenner

            Race: Red Dragon

            Ability: Invulnerability

            Hair: Brown

            Eyes: green

            Skin: White

Family: 

Ichaböd had always wanted to serve the kingdom, like his father Caraïn and the father of his father Jön. Ichaböd had always trained hard to become the successor of his father. First Blade of the King, he was supposed to protect Bahamut when his father would retire. Fate chose for him the day Bahamut fell sick and Almaryl became the Queen of the Dragons kingdom. At the beginning of the queen's reign,  he wasn't sure she was ready to rule. He changed his mind as she matured throughout the years and became a fine leader. Unfortunately, Ichaböd failed at protecting her from Dëerna's spell and the Queen lost her heart and with it,  her ability to protect the veil. Although he would never have been able to protect her, Ichaböd blamed himself for this failure and witnessed the Dragons Kingdom being ravaged, and his people being enslaved but managed to escape. Now living among the New Men and posing as one of them, Ichaböd had lost faith but not his Dragon's pride. He started to gather some of the free dragons who shape-shifted into New Men to gather a small army. He met the queen during one of the failed raids on a New Men town.  He offered his blade and thus began their journey.

Ichaböd is a very tall and handsome man with a sand skin tone and auburn shoulder-length hair tied in a tight ponytail. His eyes are emerald and bright and he has a scar above his upper lip. He is well-built and reasonably muscular. His body is covered with scars he earned on the battlefield. As a red dragon, he is larger than Almaryl with wider wings, and longer, and sharper claws. He is also not wearing armor for he is nigh-invulnerable. As a human, he often carries a couple of daggers for close combat He is also said to be one of the most durable lovers of all the kingdom.

Ichaböd is known for his loyalty to the royal family. He is very dedicated to his mission to the point that he annoys Almaryl. He is also very old school and proud of his culture, his people, and his traditions. He is also known for being very loving and faithful and very clumsy when it comes to his feelings. He might be more than just dedicated to his queen but is unable to let her know of his deep feelings for her. He's cunning and a fine strategist which is definitely helpful on the battlefield and for Almaryl's quest for revenge. He also longs for his home and the restoration of the great Dragons kingdom.

It is also said that he is a passionate lover and had been with several females, to the point that some said he fathered at least a hundred babies but those are only rumors and nobody knows if he's really that good in the art of the Almaryl seems unimpressed though and the fact she resists him is only fueling his desire and admiration for her.

Klasma: A brother's fear

 Elijah crossed his arms above his chest. He didn't know what to think of the budding romance between the witch and his brother. Niklaus had loved before and all of these relationships always ended with death, heartbreak, or separation. Niklaus went on a rampage because of some of these relationships and Elijah was worried about this pairing.  Nëela had a temper of her own and the Original had been at the receiving end of her anger. He knew her words could cut deep and with how unstable his brother was, there was a chance that Niklaus would lash out in unprecedented ways.  Elijah was concerned but he felt that there was nothing he could say at the moment that could make the situation better. Klaus made it quite known that he would not leave Nëela at the mercy of his brother. She was /his/ and while Elijah perceived some malice in the tone set by Klaus, he could also see that his brother actually cared for the Witch. It wasn't just some petty issues He acknowledged that he treated Nëela badly, as if she was an afterthought and his carelessness was the reason she pushed back against him. 

He still remembered their reunion at Mystic Falls. He still remembered how angry Nëela was, the high-pitched tone of her voice, the burst of power around him, the tears he noticed but never commented on. She was stressed out when they met and so upset by his sight but he was oblivious to her plight. As he was staring at the window Elijah sighed deeply.  His little brother confronted him about Nëela a couple of hours ago and it all became clear in his eyes. Nëela had been alone most of her life. She needed company. She needed someone to know her, to care for her, to see her as someone and not just an asset. Elijah never cared for this. He never cared for her well-being and he thought that it could last for as long as he wanted. She proved him wrong and he realized that he should have treated her better. He failed his witch and by doing so, he fumbled his partnership with her and realized that it would take some time to rekindle his connection with her.  She's allied herself with his sibling and she was out of his control. The best course of action would be to keep an eye on Klaus at a distance but leave them be. But could he? 

ITNOF: Ellyën Djoore -Unicorn oc- WIP

Ellyën Djoore, The Last Unicorn, 6000 Years old

            A.k.a: Eleanor Rigby

            Race: Unicorn

            Ability: Healer

            Hair: blonde

            Eyes: blue

            Skin: Pearly white

Ellyën Djoore is the last unicorn. Her people were the pacifists of the Seven Kingdoms and always tried to avoid war at all costs. They were magical creatures dotted with healing powers and strong white magic but unfortunately, because they lacked knowledge about the world, they were naive. Long ago, their people were in contact with very few other species but had developed courteous bonds with them until King Bahamut took his crown back.  It triggered the jealousy of the other kingdoms and started a war later called "the War of Crowns". Unicorns were trapped, kidnapped, and used by the other species against Dragons since they were their weaknesses. 

Bahamut and his soldiers were forced to kill them all and saw the destruction of the Dragons' realm. Only one unicorn survived and used her last strengths to teleport to the Enchanted Forest, near the New Men's realm. There, Ellyën shapeshifted into a blonde human and did her best, using her magic, to hide her true nature. She also found a piece of Almaryl's heart and collected it. She is wearing it as a pendant she keeps inside her clothes so nobody can find it.

Now named Eleonor, the last Unicorn blended with humans and became a midwife/healer among the New Men. She soon became a favorite among people but also became an easy prey for violent/brutal men. Fortunately for her, she was always protected by good people and always escaped from dangerous situations. The day she met Almaryl, the pendant started to glow and she remembered the dreadful days. The dragon Queen protected her against werewolves and the two became friends and forced associates: Almaryl would give her the pieces of her heart she finds and Ellyën would protect them and protect her identity.

As a Unicorn, Ellyën is purely white, with silver hair and tail and crystalline blue eyes. She is not the tallest nor the fattest Unicorn but she is elegant and beautiful. Eleonor is a very sweet young woman, dedicated to the well-being of others. She's naive and scared of many things. She's also very innocent but determined. She's aware that she is the only one left and desperately needs to procreate so her race would not meet extinction but she hasn't found the right New-Man to do it with. She is a tall and slim pale-ish platinum blonde with beautiful and bright blue eyes. She is also very prone to use white magic and seems to have gained all the knowledge and power from her fallen kin, which could make her an interesting key to the story.

ITNOF: Tiffäen Silverwood -Elf profile- WIP

Tiffäen Silverwood, The daughter of the light, 7500 Years old

            A.k.a: Tiphaine Wilburg

            Race: Elf

            Ability: White Magic

            Hair: black

            Eyes: green

            Skin: pearly white

Tiffäen Silverwood is the new queen of the Elves. After the death of the forgotten King during the First Age and the death of his son shortly after, there only was one family powerful enough to rule the Elves' kingdom:  the Silverwoods. They consider themselves to be above all and believe that Bahamut's role as the keeper of both worlds is simply a “duty”. They despise the werewolves and vampires they see as abominations created by the First Men, while in fact, they ignore everything about them. They see dragons as pets they often bend to their will. The only race they felt connected with and respected a little more was the unicorns due to their purity and great magic and they were devastated by their genocide.

Tiffäen tries to be neutral when it comes to the others but she is blinded by the fear of enduring another chaotic reign like the one of the forgotten King. She is also worried about a second rise of the dragons and their retaliation on the seven kingdoms. Yet, somehow, she still believes that elves should never change the new order and treat poorly the dragons. While she sometimes lacks vision, Tiffäen is a strong woman, a cunning leader, and one with the wits and sharp tongue of her people. She is also very powerful and educated enough to know Ancient History. She also notices that there is something strange up in the air and discovers that it's because the black dragon has lost her heart and with the upcoming death of Bahamut, the world is in danger.

Beautiful (ridiculously beautiful) with long golden locks that perfectly frame her graceful face, Queen Tiffäen is stupendously beautiful. She is taller and slender than most New Men. Her hair is so long that she has to braid it several times to keep it steady, but it's still long enough to flatter her buttocks. Her face is angular and symmetrical and she usually wears a fancy made of glass and a silver crown on top of her hair.

She fought against Bahamut and Almaryl during the first war of the crowns and later on, a second time, where she witnessed the destruction of the dragons' kingdom, the genocide of the unicorns, and the enslavement of the Dragons. She is also secretly plotting to eradicate the vampires and the werewolves she still sees as an abomination. Yet, when Almaryl enters her kingdom and seeks both her help and the release of her people, she clashes with the dragon queen before siding up with her as a new Age of Darkness is about to come.

GoT: Siblings

 //A little flash-forward. She doesn't have to hide her survival anymore. Besides, it's been a while since I had her converse with Jon Snow. 

xxx

"Greetings, Bäahal." -Jon's voice echoed through the walls of the war room. She was caught looking at the beautiful maps carved on stone and painted by the finest painters of the kingdom.- 

She let her fingers run over her dress and bowed before her king and sibling Jon Snow. It had been quite a while since she was able to spend some time with Jon. His duties kept him busy and the growing unrest caused by Daenerys opponents was wearing him down. Bäahal took the opportunity of Jon isolating himself in the warm room to meet him there. As usual, the princess didn't announce her arrival and simply stormed into the room with no clear idea of what she wanted to talk to Jon. He recognized her footsteps and simply welcomed her with half a smile and a warm gaze. 

"Greetings... Jon." -She whispered, tucking some silver locks behind her ears- "I haven't seen you in quite a while now. I decided that it was time I paid you a little visit."

"You know you could have come to me sooner? I'm not exactly hard to find." -She chuckled and shook her head.- "What? Am I?"

"No, you're not. Trouble just seems to find you very easily." -She grinned and walked closer to the table.- "You always seemed to have something going on, I didn't want to interrupt. Now seems to be the right time to have a little conversation." She sat to his right and put both of her arms on the table. "I didn't have the opportunity to thank you for what you did for me. Finding the Redwynes... confronting them and punishing them for the siege and what they did to me." She swallowed a lump and bit her bottom lip.

"It was the least I could do, Bäahal. When news of the siege reached out to us... Your sister wanted to ride Drogon and burn them to a crisp. It took Ser Tyrion and me to convince her otherwise. I... I was worried about you. I was hoping that you survived the ordeal."

"By a strand of hair." She added, chuckling awkwardly as she didn't know what to say. She then dropped her head and twirled some of the silver strands that spilled on the table- "Jon... I came to see you because...We never really talked about Jaime. I am very aware of what he did to your family and in no way I would try to absolve him from his sins. He did what he did...And you have every right to be angry at him, to hate him, or to wish him death. I hope..."

"We love who we love, Bäahal. You found something to love in Jaime Lannister and I commend you for keeping such a kind heart. I would not deny the pain and shock I felt when I first heard that you were in love with him and wanted to marry him. I wasn't certain that he was the right choice for you. I failed to see the good in him because he inflicted so much pain on my family and Dany when he killed your father. It took some time for me to come around and see how genuine your feelings for him were. When I see you when I see you.... all my concerns just went away." -Bäahal blinked and covered both cheeks with her hands. Her purple eyes averted from the table to Jon's face and she gave him a sheepish smile.-

 

"It is such a relief, Jon." -She sighed and slowly put her arms down on the table- "I haven't been able to sleep well since I confessed to Dany."- She then tucked some hair behind her ear and tilted her head to the side- "Jaime has a side that very few people are aware of.  You worked together on the Redwyne's case.. perhaps this helped you see a side of him you've never seen before?"

"He is a man of honor. Working with him forced me to see him for who he was in the present day. I can't forgive him for what he did or his family but...I acknowledge that he is far more than the person I thought he was." -He tilted his head to look at the princess and noticed she was so nervous because her fingers started to tap against the wooden table. Jon outstretched his arm to gently place his hand above hers- "Hey... Everything is alright. Everything is alright. You're not in trouble."

Bäahal looked at him and put her hand over his. Jon had always been kind to her and she felt relieved to hear that he was not upset at her for picking Jaime as her soul mate. Jon was sincere when he said that he acknowledged that Jaime was a better man than he first thought. He was sincere when he told the princess that she could love him and he wouldn't be upset at her for doing so, at least, not anymore. He was sincere because he noticed how much they loved each other. Jaime cared for his sister. He saved her from the siege, he helped nurse her back to health and he brought her back to the Red Keep. Jaime risked everything for Bäahal's safety and when he had to defend his love to Daenerys, his words were touching and Jon was convinced that he was true to her. Wasn't it the most important? 

-TBC-

ITNOF: Obörin Steelknight -werewolf oc-

Obörin Steelknight, The Ruler of them all, 800 Years old

            A.k.a:  James

            Race: werewolf

            Ability: werewolf abilities

            Hair: black

            Eyes: black

            Skin: black

Obörin Steelknight belongs to the newborn race: the Werewolves. There is no royalty but a clan system that was changed when Obörin reached his maturity. He noticed that the real strength of people was to be united, therefore, the werewolves must be ruled by a leader. He struggled his way to become the leader of the heads of clans. He would allow the clansmen to have their own rules and live the way they wanted to BUT they would have to follow the common rule whenever they interacted with other clans and of course, when there would be war, they would follow the very command of “King” Obörin. He calls himself the "Great Ruler", which is not being a King but is similar in fashion.

Obörin is Lucifer's strongest ally! Throughout the years, they became friends, lovers, and sometimes enemies but he is genuinely fond of the vampire and could give his life to save his. He is well aware of what is happening to the veil and has suspected the disease of Bahamut to be suspicious and realizes the negative impact the loss of Queen Almaryl's heart had on the world. He would definitely help her find the last remnants of her heart.

Obörin is a man of honor. He is also very committed to the survival of his people and would do anything to save them. Unlike Lucifer, he has no ambition regarding the conquest of the world or the expansion of his Kingdom. He is also very cunning, and patient, and tries his best to remain calm. He has a temper which causes him to turn into a werewolf and kill anyone who stands in his way. He is also not very romantic, unlike Lucifer, but a brute with harsh manners, unlike his people. 

He is very tall and built like a tank! His skin is marred with scars, due to the several battles he endured.  His hair is short, and he has white tattoos on his left arm and shoulder. His eyes are black as well and he has stubble on his cheeks and chin. He is always shirtless but to make sure people notice he's the Great Ruler, he also is wearing a huge deep red cape, attached to the emblem of his people. He also has facial tattoos to indicate his status as a “king”. As a werewolf, he is tenfold taller, stronger, and faster. He has a very large mouth with huge fangs and solid and sharp claws.

ITNOF: Urumaï Sandburn profile -WIP-

 Urumaï Sandburn, The Axe demi-man, 1500 Years old

            A.k.a: Killian Nigel

            Race: Dwarf

            Ability: dwarves abilities

            Hair: red

            Eyes: Crimson

            Skin: white

    

 

Family: 

Father: Tumuraï Sandburn

Mother: † Sashana Sandburn 

Grandfather:  † Durumaï "The Unbroken" Sandburn

Brother: Ounaï Sandburn

Background: 

Urumaï Sandburn is the son of Turumaï Sandburn himself the son of Durumaï the unbroken. He is an infamous former lord of the Dwarves kingdom. Deemed too young to participate during the second war of the crowns, Urumaï crafted the infamous Axe “Retaliation” and laced it with a magic that was beyond his understanding and thus:  brought a curse to his family and wrecked Havok in the kingdom. That event caused him to be outcasted by his people and forced to find shelter in the New-Men kingdom. Since then, he tried to undo his spell and destroy "Retaliation" in vain.

He is a handsome, full-grown beard, redhead. Taller than the common dwarf, he's also very broad and muscular. He hadn't fought a war but was a capable warrior. His hair is mid-long and braided just like his beard and he is wearing a mix of the traditional dwarf attire and the more foreign human attire. He is also one of the first creatures Almaryl would meet and would gladly offer his Axe to restore the world to what it should be. Some say he might have a crush on the queen but others would claim that he only sees his redemption in her. What is true though, is that Urumaï is fascinated by the black dragon and desperate to absolve his family from the sin he committed.

He is an excellent warrior and a good advisor. He's also very loyal, fun, flirty, short-tempered, and fragile deep inside. Bonded to his family, he's very dedicated to restoring their glory days and is willing to write himself off of his lineage if it could help. His father is still alive but refuses to talk to him, his mother died from the shame and his brother refuses to even see him again and curses his name. All of them are hiding in the Enchanted Forest where they survive as much as possible.