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This is lore for my cult. ~ Salem's early years were idyllic, nestled in the cozy cottage with his parents, Nex and Benoni. Life was peaceful despite the names that carried ominous meanings. The family lived on the outskirts, away from human cities and near a clandestine anthro town. Their days were filled with tranquility, surrounded by the quietude of nature. Then, disaster struck. One fateful day, the cottage was consumed by flames. Panic ensued as Benoni fought the fire while Nex hurried to salvage their belongings and protect young Salem. Help arrived too late, and tragedy unfolded. Nex went back into the burning house to rescue Benoni and never emerged. Salem was left alone, grappling with the loss of both parents, forever marked by sadness and harboring a deep-seated anger towards humans. As Salem grew, he found solace and companionship in the anthro world. His closest allies became Knox, a melanistic snow leopard with an air of sophistication; Beyza, an albino lion with a gentle spirit; Othniel, a proud male lion; Coen, a sleek melanistic tiger; and Amarok, a charming bat-eared fox. Together, they formed an alliance known as "The Cult of Salem." Their core values centered around honoring every individual, accepting everyone for who they were, and providing protection from harm. Each member had a unique appearance and personality, contributing to the alliance's strength. Knox Blackwell, the striking snow leopard, exuded mystery and sophistication. His sleek, jet-black fur and intricate leopard markings set him apart. Knox had a casual style, often seen in a crimson hoodie with unique designs that complemented his dark fur. The hoodie featured a silver-grey tree motif, and Knox adorned himself with silver jewelry inspired by nature. Beyza, the albino lioness, had a gentle spirit that contrasted her fierce appearance. She wore a simple yet stylish ensemble, favoring pastel colors that highlighted her unique fur. A delicate silver necklace adorned her neck, adding a touch of elegance to her casual attire. Othniel, the proud lion, had a regal demeanor. His golden fur and commanding presence made him stand out. Othniel's casual wardrobe included earthy tones that complemented his mane. He wore a leather bracelet adorned with tribal-inspired symbols, showcasing his connection to his roots. Coen, the sleek tiger, exuded confidence with his bold stripes. His casual clothing style reflected his laid-back personality, favoring comfortable yet stylish outfits. Coen accessorized with a silver cuff bracelet and a few rings, adding a touch of flair to his appearance. Amarok, the bat-eared fox, brought charm and playfulness to the group. Her appearance was characterized by her large, expressive ears and a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Amarok's casual clothing style included vibrant colors and quirky accessories, reflecting her lively personality. ~ ♧ ~ (Explaining how they met) In the aftermath, Salem wandered through the anthro town near his former home, seeking solace. It was there that he first encountered Knox Blackwell, the melanistic snow leopard, during a communal gathering held to console anthros affected by tragic events. Knox, empathizing with Salem's pain, approached him, offering a comforting presence. Their shared grief became the foundation of a lasting friendship. Beyza, the albino lioness, entered Salem's life when he visited a local art gallery, attempting to find solace in creativity. There, he discovered Beyza immersed in painting, her artwork capturing the delicate balance between strength and vulnerability. Intrigued, Salem struck up a conversation, and their connection deepened through shared experiences of loss and healing. Othniel, the proud lion, crossed paths with Salem during a community event that celebrated anthro culture. Drawn to Othniel's regal presence, Salem engaged in conversation and discovered a kindred spirit. Their bond strengthened over time as they navigated the challenges of rebuilding their lives after tragedy. Coen, the sleek tiger, became a friend when Salem joined a local sports club to channel his emotions into physical activity. Salem admired Coen's athleticism and laid-back attitude, and their friendship blossomed during friendly competitions and shared victories on the field. Amarok, the bat-eared fox, entered Salem's life through a chance encounter at a vibrant anthro market. Intrigued by Amarok's infectious energy and playful spirit, Salem struck up a conversation. They soon discovered a shared love for adventure and spontaneity, forging a bond that brought joy and laughter into Salem's somber world. |
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Damn.. it's been a week.. I promised 80HD i would write yesterday and never got to it ^^" We'll get to that street lamp soon.. ~ Chapter Thirty-Five Culinary Capers and Sudsy Surprises The night was draped in a tapestry of stars, and the scent of their shared dinner still lingered in the air as Raedier and Aeliyx found themselves lounging on the couch, contemplating the next chapter of their evening. With a conspiratorial twinkle in his eye, Raedier proposed an idea that promised both hilarity and adventure. "Ever heard of the mystical art of fortune telling through dish bubbles?" he asked, grinning mischievously. ♧ Aeliyx raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across his features. "Fortune telling with dish bubbles? Are you making this up?" "No, no, it's an ancient culinary tradition," Raedier declared with mock seriousness. "Come, my friend, we shall divine the future in the suds." ♧ And so, they found themselves back in the kitchen, each armed with a dishcloth and surrounded by a sea of bubbles. Raedier, the master of this newfound art, began interpreting the patterns in the bubbles with theatrical flair. ♧ "Ah, Aeliyx, I see a circle forming. This must be a symbol of unity and cooperation. Perhaps we'll embark on a grand quest together!" Aeliyx squinted at the bubbles, an incredulous smile playing on his lips. "A grand quest, you say? Through the mystical realm of the kitchen sink?" ♧ Raedier nodded sagely. "Indeed, my friend. But beware, for there's a square forming. A challenge awaits us, a trial of geometry and coordination!" ♧ As they deciphered the bubble-formed prophecies, laughter bubbled up alongside the suds, transforming their kitchen into a realm of whimsy and merriment. The mundane act of dishwashing became an improv performance, with each bubble dictating a new twist to the unfolding saga. ♧ Suddenly, a cascade of bubbles surged from the sink, enveloping them both in a frothy spectacle. Aeliyx, caught off guard, let out a surprised yelp. ♧ "The prophecy foretells a bubble storm! Brace yourself, Aeliyx, for we are about to be engulfed in the mystic suds of destiny!" As the bubble storm subsided, leaving them breathless and laughing, Aeliyx couldn't help but admit, "This is the silliest, most entertaining thing I've ever done with bubbles." ♧ Raedier grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Sometimes, my friend, the silliest moments are the ones we cherish the most. Now, let us consult the bubbles one last time for the grand finale!" They leaned over the sink, peering into the remaining bubbles. Raedier's eyes widened theatrically. "Behold, the most crucial bubble of them all! It's a heart, Aeliyx, a symbol of love and friendship!" ♧ Aeliyx chuckled, feeling the warmth of camaraderie. "Who knew dish bubbles could be so sentimental?" Raedier, ever the showman, took a bow. "Now, my friend, as the ancient culinary tradition dictates, we seal our fates with a ceremonial handshake." ♧ Their hands met over the sink, surrounded by the lingering scent of the evening's feast and the iridescent remnants of the bubble oracle. The kitchen, once a domain of dishes and chores, had transformed into a stage for laughter and friendship. ♧ As they left the kitchen, their hearts light and spirits lifted, Raedier couldn't resist a final flourish. "To the culinary capers and sudsy surprises of the night!" ♧ Aeliyx, still chuckling, raised his imaginary goblet. "To the most unexpected adventures and the friend who makes even dishwashing an escapade!" |
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I'm gonna be writing probably for the next 3 hours or so.. But don't take my word for it. This is a slight time skip, just further into the night ~ Chapter Thirty-Six Tipsy Tumult and Midnight Musings The night unfolded in a symphony of stars, and the remnants of laughter from their earlier culinary escapade lingered in the air. Aeliyx, no stranger to the allure of spirits, found himself caught in the whimsy of inebriation. With a grin that could rival the moon, he waltzed into the living room, brandishing a bottle with a playful twirl. ♧ "Raedier, my delightful partner in merriment, care to join me for an evening stroll?" Aeliyx declared, gesturing grandly toward the door. Raedier, bemused by the sudden burst of enthusiasm, raised an eyebrow. "An evening stroll? At this hour? What's gotten into you?" Aeliyx, giggling like a mischievous sprite, plopped onto the couch. "Why not? The night is young, the stars are twinkling, and I am in desperate need of fresh air. Join me, won't you?" ♧ With a shrug, Raedier found himself pulled into Aeliyx's tipsy escapade. The door creaked open, and they stepped into the cool night air, Aeliyx leading the way with a decidedly unsteady swagger. "Ah, the night air is like a symphony for the senses," Aeliyx proclaimed dramatically, though the only audience was the silent night itself. ♧ They ambled through quiet streets, Aeliyx weaving an erratic path that defied all notions of a straight line. Raedier couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's tipsy antics. "You know," Aeliyx slurred, leaning on Raedier for support, "this is quite the adventure. I feel like we're characters in some grand, tipsy tale." ♧ Raedier chuckled. "Tipsy tales and drunken adventures, that should be our next culinary experiment." Their meandering journey continued until they reached a street lamp, its glow casting a soft halo around them. A thumping beat emanated from a nearby house, the distant allure of a lively party. Aeliyx, suddenly struck by inspiration, swayed to the rhythm of the music. "What say you, Raedier? Shall we join the revelry? Dance like no one's watching and laugh like the night itself?" ♧ Raedier, caught in the whirlwind of Aeliyx's tipsy enthusiasm, found himself nodding. "Why not? Let's make this a night to remember." They approached the house, the music growing louder with each step. Aeliyx, seemingly unaffected by the alcohol, broke into a carefree dance, arms twirling like a drunken dervish. Raedier, with a grin, joined the impromptu revelry. ♧ As they danced under the street lamp's glow, surrounded by the pulsating beat and the exuberance of the night, Aeliyx threw his head back and laughed, a sound that echoed through the quiet streets and painted the night with their shared hilarity. |
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Chapter Thirty-Seven Lamp-lit Lunacy The night air embraced Aeliyx, his senses tingling with the intoxicating mix of moonlight and the distant murmur of the city. As the streets lay bathed in a soft glow, he found himself captivated by a most alluring partner: a solitary lamp post standing tall and proud. With a twirl and a grin, Aeliyx swept into a dance, his movements fluid and uninhibited. To him, the lamp post became a willing partner in the moonlit waltz, its metal frame casting whimsical shadows on the pavement. His laughter rang through the quiet night, a melody of joy and tipsy exuberance. Raedier, trailing behind, couldn't help but shake his head at the sight. "Aeliyx, my friend, I appreciate a good dance, but the lamp post? Really?" Aeliyx, mid-spin, shot him a mischievous glance. "Raedier, my stoic companion, you lack the vision to see the untapped potential of lamp post waltzing. It's an art form!" Raedier chuckled, trying to mask his amusement. "Art form or not, you're going to wake up the entire neighborhood with your drunken ballet. Come on, let's head back home before we become the talk of the town." Undeterred, Aeliyx continued his impromptu dance, twirling around the lamp post as if locked in an otherworldly tango. "Raedier, my dance partner is a beacon of light in the darkness, an eternal companion in this nocturnal symphony. Join me, won't you?" Raedier sighed, realizing the futility of reasoning with a tipsy Aeliyx. "Fine, but only because I don't want the neighbors to file a noise complaint." And so, under the watchful gaze of the moon and the flickering streetlamp, Raedier reluctantly joined the whimsical dance. Aeliyx, now with a partner in crime, spun and twirled with renewed vigor. "You see, Raedier, it's like a dance of shadows and light, an intricate tapestry of drunken elegance," Aeliyx declared between spins. Raedier, playing along, mimicked an exaggerated bow. "Ah, a dance of shadows and light, performed exclusively for the neighborhood squirrels and stray cats. Bravo." As the dance continued, laughter intertwined with moonbeams, and the world became a stage for their tipsy revelry. Aeliyx, momentarily pausing his spins, leaned against the lamp post, a playful glint in his eyes. "Raedier, my dance partner, have you ever wondered if lamp posts have secrets? Hidden tales of the nocturnal realm, whispered to those who dance beneath their glow." Raedier arched an eyebrow. "Secrets of lamp posts? Now that's a revelation I never saw coming." Aeliyx, seizing the moment, pulled Raedier into a gentle spin. "Perhaps, my friend, the secrets lie not in the lamp post, but in the dance itself. In the laughter shared beneath the moonlight, in the whimsy of the night." |
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S'more writing for 80HD, action coming soon and I decided the reason was gonna be another ex :3 Cause why the fuck not? Kinda lazy with it though.. enjoy :') ~ Chapter Thirty-Eight Shadows of the Past The moon hung like a silent witness to the unfolding drama as Raedier and Aeliyx found themselves caught in a moment of stolen intimacy. Under the flickering glow of the streetlamp, their lips met in a tentative dance, and the world seemed to blur around them. However, the tranquility of the night was shattered when an unexpected specter from Raedier's past materialized in the form of Kemuri. The air seemed to thicken as Kemuri's sharp gaze fell upon the entwined figures, and a storm brewed in the silence before the inevitable tempest. "Raedier," Kemuri's voice sliced through the stillness, carrying with it a current of unresolved history and unspoken tensions. Raedier's eyes widened, the weight of the past crashing back into the present. He pulled away from Aeliyx, his expression caught between guilt and defiance. "Kemuri, I can—" "Don't," Kemuri interrupted with a bitter edge to her words. "Don't pretend like this doesn't matter. You disappeared without a trace, Raedier. We were partners, and then you were just gone." Aeliyx, sensing the escalating tension, took a step back, allowing the ghosts of Raedier's past to confront each other. His silence spoke volumes, a tacit acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. Raedier, a hint of sorrow in his eyes, squared his shoulders. "Kemuri, I left for a reason. You know the life we lead, the choices we have to make. It was for the best." Kemuri's eyes narrowed, her jaw tensing. "For the best? Leaving without a word, without a trace? You left me to face the consequences alone. Do you have any idea what I went through?" Aeliyx could sense the simmering anger, the unspoken wounds that fueled Kemuri's resentment. He exchanged a cautious glance with Raedier, recognizing that words alone might not contain the brewing storm. Raedier, however, wasn't one to back down. "I had my reasons, Kemuri. The life we lead is dangerous, and I couldn't let you get dragged down with me." "Dragged down? We were a team! Partners! You had no right to decide what was best for me without even talking to me," Kemuri retorted, her voice rising. The moonlight cast shadows that danced across Kemuri's face, highlighting the intensity in her eyes. Aeliyx, on the sidelines, felt the tension thickening, the unspoken threat of a storm about to break. Raedier, emotion etched into his features, took a step closer to Kemuri. "I didn't want you to be a part of the darkness, Kemuri. I wanted something different for you." Her laughter, bitter and tinged with anger, echoed in the quiet night. "Different? You robbed me of the chance to choose, to be by your side. You don't get to decide what's best for me, Raedier." As their voices clashed, Aeliyx remained a silent spectator, sensing the undercurrent of a conflict that stretched beyond the immediate confrontation. The shadows of their shared history loomed large, threatening to consume the fragile peace of the moonlit night. |
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flip flopped around ~ Chapter Thirty-Nine Dance of Wrath The moon hung suspended, a silent witness to the storm that erupted beneath its pale glow. Kemuri, fueled by a storm of emotions, lunged at Raedier with a fury that seemed to transcend the boundaries of their shared history. The night echoed with the clash of their conflicting destinies. As Kemuri's fists and kicks met Raedier's practiced defense, the dance of shadows unfolded. Raedier moved with a grace that betrayed his profession—a dance ingrained by years of survival in the unforgiving world they both called home. But Kemuri's rage, a tempest long brewing in the silence of abandonment, lent an unpredictable edge to the confrontation. "Raedier, you left me alone!" Kemuri's voice cut through the night, each word a dagger dipped in bitterness. Her attacks were relentless, an unrestrained fury seeking catharsis. The streetlamp's flickering light cast disjointed shadows that danced across the cobblestone, a morose accompaniment to the violent ballet taking place. Raedier, though skilled, found himself on the defensive, his movements a delicate balance between evasion and counterattack. Aeliyx, observing the chaotic ballet from a distance, felt a growing unease. He sensed the anguish within Kemuri, the echoes of betrayal reverberating in every strike. The shadows embraced him, offering a fleeting sanctuary, but his heart pounded with the disquiet of a storm on the horizon. The clash of steel against steel resonated in the night air as Raedier drew a concealed blade—a last resort in the face of relentless assault. Kemuri, undeterred, pressed on, her strikes fueled by a storm of unresolved grievances. Aeliyx observed the struggle with a mixture of trepidation and helplessness. Raedier, his figure a silhouette against the tumultuous backdrop, fought not only against Kemuri but against the shadows of their shared past. The weight of choices, the consequence of leaving a partner behind, bore down on them both. I watched, my breath caught in the throat, the dance of shadows casting a dark spell on the moonlit night. The blade glinted with ominous intent as Raedier parried, a lone figure in a battle that seemed to transcend the immediate confrontation. My fists clenched, the urge to intervene clawing at the edges of restraint, yet the intricate dance held me captive. The night air became charged with tension, a symphony of chaos playing out in the heart of the silent city. Kemuri, her attacks unyielding, seemed determined to draw blood, to extract a toll for the years of abandonment. But shadows, like memories, can be elusive, and the dance unfolded with an eerie grace. Raedier, a master of survival, evaded the brunt of Kemuri's onslaught, his movements fueled by a desperation born of shadows cast in the recesses of their shared history. As the confrontation reached its zenith, the streetlamp's dim glow painted a canvas of desperation. Raedier, though resilient, began to falter, the weight of the past pulling him into the abyss. Aeliyx, his heart pounding, stood at the precipice of a choice—intervene or bear witness to a dance where the shadows threatened to consume them all. |
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mmm yes... friends.. says Aeliyx.. ~ Chapter Forty Aeliyx's Embrace The night air hung heavy with tension as Raedier's defenses crumbled under the relentless assault of Kemuri's fury. Each strike seemed to carry the weight of unresolved history, threatening to bury him beneath the shadows of his past. Gasping for breath, Raedier found himself at the mercy of memories that clawed at the edges of consciousness. Doubt seeped in, a bitter companion in the dance of shadows, whispering that maybe he deserved the punishment, the echoes of abandonment turned into a cacophony of self-reproach. But just as the shadows threatened to claim him, a sudden presence emerged—a beacon of resilience against the encroaching darkness. Aeliyx stepped forward, a silhouette against the moonlit night, his eyes reflecting a determination that defied the chaos unfolding. "Enough," Aeliyx's voice, firm and unwavering, cut through the turmoil. He moved with a grace born of necessity, a masterful dancer entering the stage to alter the course of the macabre ballet. Kemuri, momentarily thrown off by Aeliyx's intervention, stared at the unexpected challenger. The streetlamp's glow outlined the contours of her conflicted expression—a war between rage and the recognition of a familiar face. Raedier, catching his breath, watched as Aeliyx stepped forward, his mere presence shifting the dynamics of the night. The shadows, once oppressive, seemed to recede in the face of this new player in the dance. "Leave, Kemuri. This isn't the way to resolve your grievances," Aeliyx spoke, his tone carrying a calm authority that demanded attention. Kemuri's gaze flickered between Aeliyx and Raedier, a storm of emotions roiling beneath the surface. The night held its breath as a decision hung in the balance. With a final, disdainful glance, Kemuri retreated into the shadows, leaving behind the echoes of a confrontation that had threatened to consume them all. Once the immediate danger had passed, Aeliyx turned to Raedier, concern etched into the lines of his face. "Are you alright?" Raedier, shaken but alive, managed a nod of gratitude. "Thanks to you, I am. I don't know how to repay you." Aeliyx dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand. "No repayment needed. Friends help each other out of tight spots. Now, let's get somewhere safe." The duo, hearts still racing, sought refuge near a dimly lit store. Leaning against the cold walls, they exchanged a shared glance that spoke volumes—a silent understanding born from the trials of the night. "You're not alone in this, Raedier. We face the shadows together," Aeliyx reassured, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on the duo standing at the precipice of the unknown. |
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Tell me what you think of Lycidas T~T ~ Chapter Forty-One Echoes of the Midnight Dance The city's nocturnal symphony played on as Aeliyx and Raedier navigated the shadowed streets, their steps echoing in harmony with the whispering winds. Aeliyx, seemingly invigorated by the recent escapade, couldn't suppress the mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, Raedier, care to share the thrilling tales of your past? Kemuri seemed rather fond of you," Aeliyx quipped, his voice carrying a playful cadence. Raedier sighed, the weight of the night's events still clinging to his shoulders. "Kemuri and I were partners once. Things didn't end well." Aeliyx, ever the inquisitive spirit, bounced on the balls of his feet. "Partners in crime, I presume? Assassins in love?" Raedier shot him a half-hearted glare. "Not everything is as romantic as you make it sound." "Ah, but the allure of shadows and secrets—weaves such a beautiful tapestry," Aeliyx mused, twirling a lock of his mahogany hair between his fingers. Their path led them through dimly lit alleyways, where the secrets of the night seemed to whisper tales of clandestine affairs. Aeliyx, however, appeared determined to coax the truth from Raedier, his persistence akin to a child prodding a mystery box. "You know, Raedier, secrets only make you more mysterious. Come on, spill the details! What happened between you and Kemuri?" Aeliyx insisted, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. Raedier relented, offering a condensed version of his shared history with Kemuri—the partnership, the separation, the unspoken wounds. Aeliyx, absorbing the narrative like a voracious reader, interjected with enthusiastic gasps and theatrical expressions. "And then, she appeared out of the shadows, ready to pummel you into oblivion. How utterly dramatic!" Aeliyx exclaimed, feigning a swoon for dramatic effect. Raedier shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You have a talent for turning even the grimmest tales into a spectacle." Aeliyx grinned, relishing the role of the mischievous storyteller. "It's a gift, Raedier, a gift. Now, let's get back home and ponder the enigma that is Kemuri over a cup of tea, shall we?" As they continued their journey through the nocturnal labyrinth, Aeliyx skipped ahead, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to ensure Raedier was keeping pace. The city, bathed in the muted glow of streetlights, seemed to embrace their laughter, the echoes of the midnight dance fading into the background. |
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