**** Liana’s lips quirked into a smirk. “You’re heavy. Did you know that?” She huffed, “I’ve met Clydesdales lighter than you. Just how much cake do you eat every day?” “Hey, now. It’s not my fault you’re a weak little beanpole,” he retorted, grin widening. She punched his right shoulder. “Ow!” He bit back a pained curse. “That could’ve been my bad side!” “But it wasn’t,” she shot back cheekily. During this exchange, Lou had been quietly watching the two of them. His gaze fell upon his son’s hand grasping the girl’s. A small, knowing smile alit his face.
Cole happened to glance over at his dad, and their eyes met. Lou raised his eyebrows at him with a small smirk. Cole suddenly felt self-conscious. His face flushed hotly, and uneasily he released Liana’s hand. She didn’t seem to notice. She only said, “‘Beanpole’? Call me a beanpole, will you? If you weren’t hurt right now, I’d show you just how much damage a beanpole can do…” “Liana? Is Cole awake?” Nya’s voice called from the hallway. “Awake enough to call me a beanpole!” Liana responded, still grinning. For some reason, the idea of being thought of as a beanpole amused her greatly. ****
“Back up. Did you just say… Skylor?” “Hey.” Cole swung his gaze back toward the doorway and heard himself make an identifiable exclamation. There, leaning casually against the doorway, stood a familiar figure, wearing a strange uniform of blue and gray armor. Bright red hair fell all around her face. “But— wha—?” Cole sputtered, dazed. He blinked repeatedly and leaned forward, making sure that his eyes were working correctly. Am I seriously seeing who I think I’m seeing? He looked back at his friends and saw them all wearing amused smiles. “How?” he demanded. “I just decided to… drop in, you could say,” Skylor replied with a small smirk. “We didn’t see her,” Nya explained. “But she must have fallen into some portal back home. She just appeared right in the middle of the fight in the town.”
Liana is a precious bean.
And Skylor is an absolute madlass. XD
The good kind or the bad kind?
Skylor: *is tossed into a cruel isekai world where she's tortured and has to flee for her life across a barren tundra* Also Skylor, when she gets back home: "Hey everybody, I'm back, what'd I miss?? "
**** “Nothing. Just—” Cole took a deep breath. “Didn’t expect that. This usually doesn’t hurt.” He winced. Another surge of heat coursed from his collarbone. It wasn’t quite as painful, but it was uncomfortable. “The potion probably has to work harder when activating on broken bones,” Zane offered calmly. Cole swallowed. “My collarbone was broken?” “Yes. Not a bad break, it barely nicked the clavicle. Still, it was close to being wrenched from the acromion bone.” Zane frowned. “We saw the bite marks. Did they…?” “Black Blood’s got a big mouth and a stronger jaw,” Cole replied, trying to feign nonchalance. “I guess those cats are tougher than they look.”
Talon felt himself bristle with anger. “You knew. You knew Cole and I are brothers.” Kohuru cackled happily in response. “It’s the blind one, you know. Bound to fall no matter what.” She raised her voice. “Blind, blind, one of a kind, such is so, is the death of the blind!” “Leave Liana out of this,” Talon snapped. He lashed his forked tails. “She’s not going to die. None of us are going to die.” Kohuru seemed doubly amused by this response. The old fox fell over on the ground hooting and cackling. “Ha, ha, ha! The Daughter won’t die, eh? So that’s what you think!” “Don’t you have anything better to do than to hang around in my dreams?” Snorting, Talon turned away from the giggling kitsune. “Mouse-brained, stupid old vixen,” he muttered beneath his breath. The tom walked far away enough from Kohuru until he could no longer hear her obnoxious chortles. Even then he kept on walking. Walking to what, he did not know. Eventually he reached a wide, grassy clearing in the middle of the forest. Clear blue sky arched overhead. Eagle Talon stopped at the edge of the woods, gazing out across the stretch of lush green grass. There, among the thick of the weeds, a small blue jay pecked among the dirt. Its bright blue and white feathers stood out brilliantly. The foolish thing was utterly oblivious to the danger that was the black-striped cat crouching at the edge of the clearing. Talon steadied himself, took a breath, then leapt out from the trees. He didn’t stop the loud growl of excitement bursting from his jaws. The blue jay looked up to see his hunter one moment too late. The little bird flapped his wings frantically to take to the sky, but Talon’s weight crushed it as he fell upon it. The Moon Tribe warrior quickly ended the sounds of the jay bird’s panicked cawing.
Talon stood up and looked upon his catch with pride. The little bird lay twisted and broken at his paws. The sharp, lively glint in its beady eyes was gone now. It lay awkwardly on its side, where one of his beautiful wings was only half-folded. The catch hadn’t been completely clean. Red stained the pure blue and white pattern of the feathers. Talon felt an unexpected surge of grim satisfaction. It was a good catch, small as the bird was. He felt proud of himself—as well as contemptuous of the bird. Stupid thing. It should have never grown so complacent in its cozy little clearing. Didn’t it know that danger constantly lurked around every corner? This would teach it a lesson. A loud screech split the air. Talon jumped and lifted his head. Gliding swiftly down from the sky, a bright phoenix was voicing what sounded like a hideous cry of mingled rage and grief. It was a beautiful bird: its great, lush feathers consisted mainly of crimson red, while streaked bright blue and dark gray colors patterned its wings and neck. Another bird suddenly joined it. This one was a large falcon. Its white feathers made its body shine brightly in the sun, with thin streaks of gray running up and down its large wings. The falcon’s ice-blue eyes glared coldly down onto Talon. Together, the falcon and the phoenix fell upon him with enraged cries. Eagle Talon had never met a phoenix before. He’d met plenty of falcons, though, and while they reminded him of when an eagle had taken away his step-father, he did not feel afraid. The only emotion that surged through his veins was something savage; a dark, grisly lust. He looked up at the birds dive-bombing him and felt a broad, toothy grin spread across his face. He unsheathed his claws and leapt. He caught the phoenix first. Its cry of anger suddenly became screeches of pain as he dragged it down. Red feathers flew in the air. The bird screamed. The falcon fluttered hatefully about Talon’s head, pecking and scratching. Snarling, Talon snapped his teeth at it. The falcon drew back for a moment and let loose a loud, piercing cry. It dove for him again.
Eagle Talon found himself walking among a warm, sunlit forest. The grass was soft. There were many tall, thick trees whose bright green canopies shifted and glittered in the bright sunlight. Yet strangely, there was no birdsong. Nor did any leaf stir and make a sound, and the only thing Talon could smell was lush grass. In this peculiar forest he walked on. Perhaps there was something to hunt here. A fiery color flashed among thick foliage. Talon stiffened as a thin, spindly old fox drifted out from the weeds and stopped before him. Her bright red pelt stood out vividly. The creature’s sharp eyes met Talon’s. He glanced toward her rump to see that not one, but several tails trailing in an odd clump behind her. “K— Kohuru?” he heard himself gasp. The vixen’s eyes brightened with undisguised glee. “Ohh, my goodness! It’s the young half-breed! Finally scented out your human half, did you, little one?”
Skylor: *is tossed into a cruel isekai world where she's tortured and has to flee for her life across a barren tundra* Also Skylor, when she gets back home: "Hey everybody, I'm back, what'd I miss?? "
Both, she is the good kind to her friends and the bad kind to her enemies.
Skylor: *is tossed into a cruel isekai world where she's tortured and has to flee for her life across a barren tundra* Also Skylor, when she gets back home: "Hey everybody, I'm back, what'd I miss?? "
Both, she is the good kind to her friends and the bad kind to her enemies.
Talon stood up and looked upon his catch with pride. The little bird lay twisted and broken at his paws. The sharp, lively glint in its beady eyes was gone now. It lay awkwardly on its side, where one of his beautiful wings was only half-folded. The catch hadn’t been completely clean. Red stained the pure blue and white pattern of the feathers. Talon felt an unexpected surge of grim satisfaction. It was a good catch, small as the bird was. He felt proud of himself—as well as contemptuous of the bird. Stupid thing. It should have never grown so complacent in its cozy little clearing. Didn’t it know that danger constantly lurked around every corner? This would teach it a lesson. A loud screech split the air. Talon jumped and lifted his head. Gliding swiftly down from the sky, a bright phoenix was voicing what sounded like a hideous cry of mingled rage and grief. It was a beautiful bird: its great, lush feathers consisted mainly of crimson red, while streaked bright blue and dark gray colors patterned its wings and neck. Another bird suddenly joined it. This one was a large falcon. Its white feathers made its body shine brightly in the sun, with thin streaks of gray running up and down its large wings. The falcon’s ice-blue eyes glared coldly down onto Talon. Together, the falcon and the phoenix fell upon him with enraged cries. Eagle Talon had never met a phoenix before. He’d met plenty of falcons, though, and while they reminded him of when an eagle had taken away his step-father, he did not feel afraid. The only emotion that surged through his veins was something savage; a dark, grisly lust. He looked up at the birds dive-bombing him and felt a broad, toothy grin spread across his face. He unsheathed his claws and leapt. He caught the phoenix first. Its cry of anger suddenly became screeches of pain as he dragged it down. Red feathers flew in the air. The bird screamed. The falcon fluttered hatefully about Talon’s head, pecking and scratching. Snarling, Talon snapped his teeth at it. The falcon drew back for a moment and let loose a loud, piercing cry. It dove for him again.
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