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2023.03.25 02:22 R3ddi1ti1o0nMan Spoilerz Spoiler Mayfill full of death Spoilerz Spoiler
Maybe I'm missing something, but the 3rd dragon hits like a big mountain ⛰. What sucks, is that except for Dart, everyone else is D. Level 3 or below, and I might use Albert and _ Kongol. I've gotten lucky so far, but maybe it's time for an upgrade?
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2023.03.25 00:59 Secret-Tomatillo5044 Queen's Hound
(Vague and brief descriptions of sexual activity, viewer discretion advised)
David took one more look through the window before shutting it. He couldn't have anyone see what was going on. Jack quickly tossed the bound individual through the door. They grunted out of annoyance as opposed to fear. Jack, almost appearing scared, flung the key David gave him to the side and slammed the door.
“Congratulations, you're out of the dog house.” David grinned, calmly walking to the keys, bending down to be at eye level with the individual on the floor. Their look was more neutral than expected, but a tangible spark of malice was present.
“Aw, what's wrong? Don't like being on the floor? I thought you were used to that.” David remarked with forced doe eyes. The person looked away, trying not to engage with the brunette. David dragged them across the ground, sitting them on the couch. They began growling through their cloth gag, gradually wetting it with spit as David stood across from them with the world’s most condescending smile.
“I'd like to say that it's good to see you again, but we both know that would be a lie. I don't have many strong feelings for you, which I think goes for everyone in your life.” He chuckled, leaning towards them to remove their gag. As soon as it was removed they attempted to bite him, though he saw this coming and backed up.
“Ugh, why the fuck did you bring me here?” they spat, wriggling in their restraints.
“I brought you here to clean you up before we meet with Zander again. He's forced me into a deal where I return you so my info won't be leaked.” They rolled their eyes whilst groaning loudly, confusing David.
“Goodness, for someone who’s escaping captivity and torture, you sure aren't very grateful,” David remarked while pulling out a comb from a cloth bag.
“Because I'm not escaping shit! You're the one choosing to get me out of my situation, I don't even get the dignity of leaving because of my efforts!” David took out a folded pink blouse and set it on the table between him and his captive.
“I understand how that can be frustrating if I was in your situation, which I never would be since I would have escaped months ago. I'd be pissed at someone playing doll house with my life too. But that's the thing if you were truly as capable as you claim to be you wouldn't have to wait for my interference.” David walked off to the small kitchen connected to the living room, not paying attention to the specific ways his victim’s hands were moving.
“Please, until you're in my position you can't say that you'd handle it better than me. You can make as many flimsy predictions as you want, but the moment you step into my world your scenarios won't reflect shit.” David shrugged, pulling out a half-empty cup of iced coffee.
“I'd argue against that but I won’t bother since I know you won't listen. I could explain my reasoning in a myriad of ways and you’d still block it out.” The bound individual scoffed.
“Like your one to talk about listening to others. Last I checked, you're the one who's been trying to fix the same milk toast guy since high school no matter how many people tell you it's a waste of time.” David didn't respond, taking a sip of his drink.
“Yeah that made you shut your trap fast didn't it?”
David set his beverage on the table and approached his captive. Joining them on the couch in uncomfortable proximity.
“For a moment yes, but only because I needed a second to word what I'm about to say in a way you’d understand.” he smiled to the chagrin of the captive.
“Zander isn't some random former classmate, I selected him in the same way a breeder selects a dog. I evaluated many others before choosing him. To people like you, my pursuit appears meaningless since you aren't gaining the knowledge I am. If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't be able to resist going further either. I've seen into the mind of this man further than he has. I've run my hands over every inch of his psyche and molded him into a silhouette even closer to my affection. Ideally, I’d create the perfect entity and we'd repeat the process together on another, but I no longer have the time for that.” The bound individual stared dumbfounded. Taking a breath before replying, needing a moment to process the mountain of words that had been thrown at them.
“Wow, you must be the most talented gymnast on the planet for all the mental gymnastics you just did,” they stated bluntly.
“I gotta give you credit, that's the most sensible explanation someone could give for this. Not that it’s saying much since this is completely delusional.” David rolled his eyes, pulling out a pair of light jeans from the same bag as the blouse. The captive looked down at the completed outfit with disgust.
“Well, I described it in the most digestible way I could, but I suppose that doesn't matter since you don't want to give what I've said serious thought. Regardless, I still need to make you look presentable for this exchange. I assume you wouldn’t want me to dress you so I'll untie you and allow you to do it yourself, but don't try to run off because trust me I’ve prepared for that.” They looked down at the garments with disdain. David observed their expression further, there was a hint of sadness. He found it odd at first but soon understood what was wrong.
“I know it's stupid but do you have anything else I can wear? This stuff feels wrong to me.” They commented as David untied their wrists.
“I don't have a lot of masculine clothes in my wardrobe that I think you'd like but I can look. I know that this outfit doesn't reflect your current self but it's what I was provided.” The captive rubbed their wrists and began to free their ankles.
“It’s alright, honestly I didn't expect you to do anything especially after I insulted your logic, so this is a nice surprise.” They said, spreading their legs so they could sit more comfortably.
“I understand the importance of gender affirming clothing, you deserve to wear something that represents you.” Their eyes widened upon hearing the mention of their gender.
“W-wait you know about my identity?!” they asked defensively.
“Yes, and don't worry, I respect it. Jack filled me in on everything involving your gender identity including that your current pronouns are they/them and that your preferred name is Mad Dog. Though even if he didn't make me aware of that, I would have asked about it upon seeing your masculine appearance. Your completely flat chest and stubble didn't go unnoticed by me.” They calmed down, loosening their posture.
“Oh wow, alright, I didn't expect you to take that so well. A lot of people don't understand and just right me off. So I sort of expected the same from you.” David frowned while approaching them.
“That’s unfortunate, I know you have little reason to trust me, but at least trust that I won't purposely misgender or use the wrong name for you.” The feminine individual’s understanding in tandem with his appearance made Mad Dog have questions.
“Alright I trust you with that and it's appreciated but I have to ask. Do you see yourself as something that isn’t male?” David sighed, folding his arms and glancing at the floor.
“I don’t express it to anyone apart from Jack and Jackson, but yes. I see myself as a woman and feel most comfortable when I’m perceived as such. IIt’s been hard since Sophie has actively punished me for being the way I am. Even setting my injectable hormones on fire in front of me” Despite Mad Dog’s heavy dislike of the woman they couldn't help but feel sympathy for her in this instance. For a moment they were even tempted to say sorry, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it.
“Well you're out to me, and I’ll respect your identity as well. You might be a bitch but you still deserve to be addressed correctly.” She laughed, unfolding her arms.
“Hehe, thank you, Mad Dog, now help me get you something to wear.” She responded in a lighter tone than earlier. They followed her into her bedroom as she looked through her suitcase.
“Hmmm, I have a purple button-up, would you like that? I don't think my jeans will fit you well since your legs are noticeably thinner than mine, but you can try them on if you'd like.” They looked around the room as she spoke, as they expected, it was rather barren. They knew that David didn't stay in one place for long so it made sense that she never got time to settle in.
“Were you listening?” she asked, appearing at their side with the dress shirt in hand. They flinched at her sudden appearance, shifting their gaze to the item.
“Oh, nah I'm good just wearing my pants, even though they could probably use a wash.” They rubbed the back of their head, the grease in their hair becoming prevalent as they pulled their hand away.
“You could use a wash too, the stench that surrounds you is quite dreadful. If I was going off scent alone I would really think that you're a stray dog.” She joked, tossing the shirt back onto her bed.
“I'd like to say you're wrong but unfortunately you're spot on,” they responded putting their hands up, she giggled at the gesture.
“I’ll take you to the restroom and let you know what stuff you're allowed to use. I might be feeling merciful but I don't want you using my good shampoo. I won't see you after tonight but I live with my curls every day.” she remarked, poking her textured hair for emphasis.
“Heh, you know I’m starting to get why so many people fall for you. You’re pretty charming when you want to be. With a face like that, I'd almost call you cute.” She was suspicious of the partial compliment, questioning the motive behind it.”
“Awe, you're such a sweetheart, giving me half a compliment after I've shown you kindness.” she crouched slightly and patted her legs.
“Do you want a treat for doing the bare minimum?” She mocked. Mad Dog’s face turned sour in response.
“Ugh, I take it back, guess you can't take a win unless it goes in the exact way you want.” She adjusted her position and shrugged.
“In my eyes, the less you have to compromise the greater the victory.” Before Mad Dog could respond she started walking to the restroom, motioning for them to come along. Once they were inside, David hung up a fresh towel and opened the shower door. Turning the knob clockwise while describing how to adjust the temperature.
“See that 3 in one bottle? That's what I’ll have you use, I’ve never touched the stuff but I keep it as a last resort.” Mad Dog watched her as she explained everything, her body language was relaxed and inviting. Seeing her in such a mundane situation was fascinating. They wondered how someone like her could appear so normal.
“That's good with me, I'm not picky about that kind of thing,” they spoke, removing their raggedy shirt. Her eyes widened at the sight of their nipple piercings and tapered abdominal hair. They smiled at her expression, she looked at them with an embarrassment they couldn't have pictured on her face.
“Jeez calm down lady, I know this isn't the first time you've seen nipple piercings.” they playfully winked, taking off their pants.
“I don't need to be calmed, trust me I've seen better. I’m just surprised by how comfortable you are.” Mad Dog removed their chest jewelry, a subtle smirk developing on their face.
“Nah, at this point my stomach is made of steel, it takes a lot to make me uneasy. Hell, you could see me with my whole cock out and I wouldn't care!” they jested, setting the metal pieces on the countertop. David was taken aback by the crude comment, awkwardly looking away.
“Oh, alright then, anyway I’ll let you get clean. Just don't take too long. Also, the blue washcloth is mine, use the red one.” She responded, trying to hold her composure after Mad Dog’s words painted a strange picture in her mind.
“Heh, I'll make sure to remember that and don't worry about me taking long, I've practically been conditioned into taking short showers.” David nodded, leaving them alone to tidy up. When the door was closed, the woman took a deep breath. Things with Zander were coming to an end whether she liked it or not. She flopped on her couch, allowing the festering dread inside her to take hold. She’d been bottling it up for those around her, but she couldn't take it anymore.
“This is it,” she told herself quietly, staring up at the off-white ceiling.
From the moment she got Sophie’s message about Zander needing to die, cracks began to form.
She couldn't be weak in front of Zander, especially not during their final showdown. She couldn't cry in front of him, she couldn't show how much she’d miss him, she couldn't hold him, she couldn't ask him what he thinks she should do after the game is over. The more she thought about the upcoming meeting the more she dreaded it. Whatever she’d say to him would be heavily condensed and sanitized, which hurt her in a way she couldn't explain. David put her hand in between the couch cushions to retrieve her lucky shirt. A striped tee she'd stolen from Zander’s room towards the beginning of the dare.
“I wish I could be weak around you, you don't understand how much I want to weep into you.” she shakily stated, hugging the cloth.
“I wanted things to end differently, I truly did, but I don't have a choice.” Tears began to develop in her eyes.
“You were so close to reaching me, the way you used your audience was impeccable! If given just a year or so more to live we could have finally been on the same level. Acknowledging the demented elements intrinsic to each other, but still finding happiness.” Water flowed from her eyes as she clung to the clothing item.
“It’s no use though, you’ll be gone before I can even explain any of this. Fuck, I wish I could just have a real conversation with you!” she threw the shirt to the ground, almost throwing herself off the couch along with it. Despite all the time she’d spent with him, she felt like she’d never spoken to him as herself. Come to think of it, she never spoke to anyone as her authentic self. Despite multiple people claiming to have strong feelings about her, in reality, they only felt that way about a fraction of her or a character she’d played. Once Zander was gone, she’d lose the closest thing to a genuine connection.
“No, no, no,” she sobbed, it was all crashing around her. Images of the things she’d done up to this point overlapped in her mind. Highlighting how much she’d put herself through to get to where she is. Years of planning, multiple human lives, all sacrificed for nothing. Each heinous act she’d taken part in was now a meaningless act of violence, making her no better than a bloodthirsty monster. She was content with being morally in the wrong, but she couldn't bear her efforts lacking purpose.
The faint noise of pouring water dissipated as she curled into a ball. She ignored it, sinking further into her sorrow. Zander had told her that she'd need to meet him at a particular time, but at this point, she’d lost track.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mad Dog rudely asked, kneeling before her with a towel tightly wrapped around their waist. She slowly turned to face them with a distraught expression. Barely processing their presence in the midst of her breakdown.
“These walls ain't that thick, I heard what you were weeping about.” She was upset with their insensitivity but didn't have the energy to respond.
“You’ve done nothing but destroy this man’s life and now that he can finally be free from the hell you’ve created, you're having a hissy fit!” they chastised, with more vitriol than she’d ever heard from them.
“At this point death is a sweet release! If you had even a shred of sanity or real feeling you’d be happy for him!” Her face scrunched up further, she was not equipped to handle their words. She just wanted to process in peace, but they wouldn't let that happen.
“God lady, why the fuck are you breaking down over this?!” they yelled at her, it was too much and she screamed throwing a pillow at their stomach.
“BECAUSE I CAN’T HAVE THIS ALL BE FOR NOTHING!” she shot up and pulled them closer to her by their hair.
“I CAN’T HAVE THE PAST SEVEN YEARS OF MY LIFE BE USELESS! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M GOING TO DO AFTER THIS, SO AT THE VERY LEAST I SHOULD BE ABLE TO PROPERLY FINISH THIS! ” she screamed out, spitting into their face. They stared dumbfounded at her as she relinquished her grip. They’d heard about how skilled she was at faking feelings, but they could tell this was real. Regardless, they had little sympathy for her.
“There you go, admit what we both knew. You only care about him dying cause it's not what you’d envisioned in your sick little fantasy. All this pseudo-psychological bullshit is just an excuse to disguise what you actually are. A soulless sadist who doesn't have anything to her outside of fucked up games!” She sobbed, putting her hands over her face to catch her tears.
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO GO THROUGH LIFE SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE AND FEEL CONSTANTLY ALONE!” she screamed, a hint of venom developing in her tone.
“That’s how I have to interact with people! I can't feel them so I have to analyze and try my best to find joy! It's no secret I'm fucked up, but this is just how I function.” She responded, gaining some more composure. Mad Dog held back a smile when staring at her reddish face. Seeing the usually confident woman weakened satisfied them in multiple ways. Prompting them to continue prodding at her.
“You're still selfish for mourning experiences instead of people. Only giving a shit cause of what you can no longer get out of them.” David’s expression was grim as she gazed back at the long-haired individual.
“I never said I wasn't, besides you do realize that everyone mourns people for experiences right? Just like you’ll be upset that you can't spend time with a family member once they’re gone, I’ll be sad I won't be able to spend time with Zander. My relationship with him is not healthy by traditional standards, hell it's hardly a relationship at this point. But I’ll still miss the time we spent, and sulk over what was taken.” Mad Dog calmed their stance, sitting down at the edge of the couch. Their legs dangled near hers since they were facing toward her.
“You along with most people hate that I can't express real emotions, but when I finally do you get hyper-critical of my reasoning? I’m not asking for sympathy, I'm just asking to be allowed to feel. I don't think you’ll ever understand how crushing it is to sacrifice so much only to fail. Mad Dog, my mother is dead, I gave up the last of my family for this.” They looked down at her, the gleam in her eyes pulled at their heartstrings, a mix of sadism and empathy kicking in. On one hand, they did feel sad seeing someone in such a state, on the other, it was David King. A woman who had set them on a dark path by allowing Sophie to keep them captive. A woman with little respect for them, evidenced by her using them as a bargaining chip with Zander. In that instant, the desire to comfort was matched with the desire to humiliate.
“Okay, that was a pretty good act, you got me a little there honestly. Now, what do you want?” They inquired with a notable drawl.
“If you insist on staying, can I lay with you? I get that it's weird especially since you aren’t dressed yet, so it's fine if you don’t. I just need the feeling of being held” she requested quietly, with her knees to her chest. For Mad Dog, it was hard to say no when she, in their opinion, looked so pathetic. Secretly, they thought her desperation was attractive. So now that she was expressing the need to be touched, they took advantage of the opportunity.
“That's a lot of words to ask for a hug.” They kidded, making her crack a modest smile.
“But yeah, I can do that, at the very least you'll smell better than the last person I laid with,” they commented, trying to sound wholesome to hide their true intentions.
“And who was that?” she questioned, a slightly warmer tone emerging. They picked her up, throwing her over their shoulder. Enjoying the feeling of grabbing her. She was a bit heavy but they didn't complain.
“Hate to break it to you, but Zander, bro gets sweaty as hell during summer nights, meanwhile I have a high tolerance for heat. It was pretty awkward.” She scoffed, tugging on a bit of their wet hair.
“Ah, alright sorry for bringing him up. I know this ain't the time.” They opened the door to her bedroom and dropped her on the bed. The landing was a bit harsh but the plush of the mattress made up for it. The woman got under her comforter and Mad Dog joined her, wrapping their arms around her waist. Their damp body was cold but she didn't care, she just wanted to be held. They gradually got warmer as they stayed by her side and shifted their position. She was still crying as they cuddled her.
“Hey, it'll be okay, you're a skilled lady, you'll land on your feet,” they assured her as her body shook. Her heavy breaths were apparent, she was making them out of distress, but they triggered inappropriate images in Mad Dog’s mind.
“A woman as beautiful as you could probably start modeling.” they complimented, the words catching the woman’s attention.
“Really?” she asked softly,
“Of course! If I didn't know better, I'd start spoiling you the moment we lock eyes,” they playfully answered, wrapping their arms around her waist. She turned to face them, there was a shift in their demeanor. The way they spoke was almost sensual.
“You’ve spent a lot of time working, I say you just become a sugar baby. You're one of the few people in this ugly-ass world who’s hot enough for some rich dude to shower you with gifts.” they partly kidded, moving their arms up to rub her shoulders. At this point, she knew what they were doing. Still, she chose to hold off her comment since she was a sucker for praise.
“Thank you Mad Dog,” she replied, she was no longer crying, which Mad Dog had mixed feelings on.
“Hey, I want to apologize for what I said earlier, I should have left you alone. You deserve better treatment than that and I’ll make an effort to make it up to you.” They smiled, moving their arms to her lower back. Despite the sweet words, their tone was audibly sleazy. It was clear to David what they were holding back.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked innocently, they took a deep breath before responding.
“Are you kidding me? You're so much more than pretty. You're smart, determined, focused, brave, and yeah, pretty sexy.” She smiled smugly, a distinct sheen appearing in her eyes. Confusion overcame Mad Dog as she began giggling.
“What, not used to hearing me say sexy?” The woman’s giggles soon grew into cackling. Mad Dog looked away from her, taking it as a reminder of her insanity.
“Hahaha! I’m sorry, I just think it's so funny that you're blunt about everything, but when it comes to this you feel the need to ease me in! You're so quick to say what’s on your mind, but now you’re trying to be a charmer. It's simply hilarious!” They let go of her and sat themselves up, though her position remained the same.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not trying anything, what led me to this point is simple. I made you feel worse when you were crying, felt guilty about it, and agreed to give you sympathy snuggles. That’s it!” Her expression turned serious as she twirled a strand of their long hair.
“You're not good at subtlety, I understand your entire scumbag strategy. First, you’ll try to break down my self-esteem by saying my feelings aren't valid. Second, you’ll swoop in and shower me with compliments so I’ll warm up to you. Lastly, you’ll apologize so you can look like a good guy and convince me to sleep with you. I might be vulnerable but I’m not stupid.” They rubbed their temples, looking down at her with a newfound resentment.
“Okay fine, maybe I saw that you were feeling down and took advantage of the situation. But it's not malicious, it's something to cheer you up. I think it would be a nice experience to take your mind off things. Not much room to use your brain when you're giving it right?” She cringed at their joke.
“Don’t waste my time with these lovey-dovey lies if you just want to get your rocks off. I get it, you think you’ll be such a badass for shoving your dick in the thing that ruined your life.” She pulled the blanket down, exposing the lower half of their body.
“You're a shithead, but honestly, I’ve slept with people worse than you. I’ll do this, but only because I want to see how long your weak ass will last with me.” She pulled off their towel and crawled to the lower half of the bed, pressing her head against their crotch. Mad Dog took a deep breath before she started stroking their genitals. The first few minutes were pleasurable but awkward.
They thought they’d feel strong having such a feared, well-respected woman sleep with them, but they didn't. Sure, physically it was stimulating, especially since this was the first time they were intimate since their bottom surgery, but outside of the catharsis that came with that, it was a rather dull experience. They thought she’d have a lot more energy than she did. David felt entirely neutral, it wasn't awful but there was no chemistry present. She could tell they were disappointed, which added to her annoyance. In truth, she was only doing this because she doubted that she’d get the opportunity to sleep with someone for a while. She never stayed anywhere long enough to form a relationship and her options were limited as a trans woman. There was a hint of additional bitterness knowing that Mad Dog had been in a relationship with Zander.
Why did they get to go on fun movie dates and hang out with his friends? She’d kill to have one more positive interaction with him. He was vanilla personified, which is what she loved about him. He was so malleable, just a couple of well-mixed ingredients and he’d be something entirely new. Still, the base of his identity was endearing enough on its own. The more she thought about him the more she wished she was being intimate with him instead. She never thought of him in a lewd manner before, but the idea was beginning to sound enticing. She knew he didn't have long, so wouldn't it be nice to pleasure him before his inevitable loss? It was morbid, but it was preferable to reality.
“God I miss you~” she murmured with her eyes shut as she thought of him. Mad Dog looked down at her with confusion. She laid on her back and pulled them in deeper, they shivered from the feeling.
She could picture it clearly, him gazing at her with a mixture of arousal and disgust. An ounce of frustration let out with each movement. The conflicting thoughts that would run through his mind were already enough to motivate her. It was such an intriguing prospect that she began to yearn for it. Almost entirely blocking Mad Dog’s presence from her mind, imagining her favorite little purebred instead. Mad Dog didn't know why she suddenly became so passionate but it didn't matter to them. They were getting a better experience so the reasoning was irrelevant in their eyes. The long-haired individual got harsher as they continued, getting animalistic with how they handled her. She said some strange things that didn't apply to them but it was easy to ignore in their lustful pride-infused haze. The bigger the reaction, the more successful they felt. Though, in the end, they had run out of stamina faster than her.
“Oh fuck, we did it.” they huffed, laying down in a sweaty heap. She got off them, stretching her back. Her bottom was sore, the fresh bite marks stung, and her skin was still reddish in certain areas.
“You're lucky I wasn't thinking about you, or else this would have ended a lot faster.” she snarled, hopping off the bed. They smirked, as unflattering as it was to admit, this was the best time they’d ever had.
“Yeah whatever, I put in work, and it paid off, so you could be picturing my ex for all I care.” they laughed weakly, coughing midway through.
“Good to know, 'cause that’s exactly who was on my mind,” she responded smugly, knowing it would upset them. Their laughter stopped, turning into a disappointed groan.
“Fuck lady, you seriously can't get this guy out of your head for a millisecond.” they chastised, she looked back at them while pulling a teal dress out of a bag.
“I’m not sure if you have the right to complain since you're the one who tried to emotionally break me down so I’d let you fuck me.” they darted their eyes away with a hint of guilt.
“Thanks to you both of us will probably arrive half an hour late, now get dressed.” she sternly commanded, her voice displaying the power they wish they’d gained from the experience long term. They got their clothes back on while she ironed her dress. Once the wrinkles were out she went into the bathroom to wash the smell of sex away. Mad Dog sat on the couch and flicked on the TV while waiting for her. As they channel surfed fatigue settled in, making them drift off to sleep.
In their slumber, they relived the day they met David. Up until this point they’d heard of her but had never interacted with her. When she came into their holding cell she appeared soulless, an unfeeling machine disguised as a human. Anger clouded over them when they saw her. If they weren't chained up, they would have lunged and bitten her face off like a rabid dog. Not because they hated her, but because they hated that she put them in such an inferior position. Throughout their life, they were forced to be a victim in many regards. So being the kidnapped love interest in a cage was the last straw. From that day onward, they promised themselves that they’d do something to assert power over her when she was at her weakest.
“Anything you want to say to me?” David asked, wrapping duct tape around their wrists. They jolted up, peering down to find that their ankles had gotten the same treatment.
“Oh, shit, we’re leaving now?” They asked sleepily, meeting her gaze again. She was wearing sleek dark makeup that complimented every one of her facial features. They were surprised by the elegance that radiated from her.
“Yes we are, and I’ll have to tape your mouth soon so if you have anything to say you have to say it now.” they frowned, there were a lot of things they wanted to say. They’d experienced so much emotional whiplash with her that it was hard to condense their thoughts into a few parting words. She rolled more tape, attempting to apply it to their face.
“Wait, I have something! They yelled, causing her to abruptly jerk her hands away.
“When this is over you should start focusing on yourself. Not Sophie, not psychology, not any crazy dares. I think your main issue is that you build your life around achieving goals or getting answers to questions that apply to others. If you spent some quality time finding yourself, I think you could not only be a better person but happier overall too.” She was speechless, she hadn't expected something so profound from them. The words cut deep, making her realize how little she knew about herself. Maybe that was the core reason why she didn't want to be alone, ‘cause if she was, then she wouldn't even have herself to keep her company. She fell into a slight haze while taking in their words, snapping back to reality when the roll of tape fell out of her hand.
“Oh shit,” she murmured, bending over to grab it. Mad Dog smiled at her moment of clumsiness, wishing they’d gotten to know that stripped-back, human version of the woman more. David ripped off the piece she first unraveled, applying it to Mad Dog’s cheek with embarrassment upon realizing how short it was. They let out a final snicker, finding her mundane error to be the most endearing thing they’d seen from her. David sighed while wrapping the multiple layers of duct tape around their head. Soon their face was replaced by a gray adhesive cocoon, with nothing more than their hickory brown eyes visible. Gazing into her reflection in their sclera, she uttered her final words to them.
“This whole night has been a roller coaster, and while I can't call you a friend, I can thank you for the experience. You made me address issues that have been festering for years, something I didn't think anyone could do. I might not like you, but I don’t hate you either. If you know anything about me, you know I love seeing people develop their own type of strength, which you’ve done. So for that, I give well wishes, goodbye Mad Dog.”
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David took one more look through the window before shutting it. He couldn't have anyone see what was going on. Jack quickly tossed the bound individual through the door. They grunted out of annoyance as opposed to fear. Jack, almost appearing scared, flung the key David gave him to the side and slammed the door.
“Congratulations, you're out of the dog house.” David grinned, calmly walking to the keys, bending down to be at eye level with the individual on the floor. Their look was more neutral than expected, but a tangible spark of malice was present.
“Aw, what's wrong? Don't like being on the floor? I thought you were used to that.” David remarked with forced doe eyes. The person looked away, trying not to engage with the brunette. David dragged them across the ground, sitting them on the couch. They began growling through their cloth gag, gradually wetting it with spit as David stood across from them with the world’s most condescending smile.
“I'd like to say that it's good to see you again, but we both know that would be a lie. I don't have many strong feelings for you, which I think goes for everyone in your life.” He chuckled, leaning towards them to remove their gag. As soon as it was removed they attempted to bite him, though he saw this coming and backed up.
“Ugh, why the fuck did you bring me here?” they spat, wriggling in their restraints.
“I brought you here to clean you up before we meet with Zander again. He's forced me into a deal where I return you so my info won't be leaked.” They rolled their eyes whilst groaning loudly, confusing David.
“Goodness, for someone who’s escaping captivity and torture, you sure aren't very grateful,” David remarked while pulling out a comb from a cloth bag.
“Because I'm not escaping shit! You're the one choosing to get me out of my situation, I don't even get the dignity of leaving because of my efforts!” David took out a folded pink blouse and set it on the table between him and his captive.
“I understand how that can be frustrating if I was in your situation, which I never would be since I would have escaped months ago. I'd be pissed at someone playing doll house with my life too. But that's the thing if you were truly as capable as you claim to be you wouldn't have to wait for my interference.” David walked off to the small kitchen connected to the living room, not paying attention to the specific ways his victim’s hands were moving.
“Please, until you're in my position you can't say that you'd handle it better than me. You can make as many flimsy predictions as you want, but the moment you step into my world your scenarios won't reflect shit.” David shrugged, pulling out a half-empty cup of iced coffee.
“I'd argue against that but I won’t bother since I know you won't listen. I could explain my reasoning in a myriad of ways and you’d still block it out.” The bound individual scoffed.
“Like your one to talk about listening to others. Last I checked, you're the one who's been trying to fix the same milk toast guy since high school no matter how many people tell you it's a waste of time.” David didn't respond, taking a sip of his drink.
“Yeah that made you shut your trap fast didn't it?”
David set his beverage on the table and approached his captive. Joining them on the couch in uncomfortable proximity.
“For a moment yes, but only because I needed a second to word what I'm about to say in a way you’d understand.” he smiled to the chagrin of the captive.
“Zander isn't some random former classmate, I selected him in the same way a breeder selects a dog. I evaluated many others before choosing him. To people like you, my pursuit appears meaningless since you aren't gaining the knowledge I am. If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't be able to resist going further either. I've seen into the mind of this man further than he has. I've run my hands over every inch of his psyche and molded him into a silhouette even closer to my affection. Ideally, I’d create the perfect entity and we'd repeat the process together on another, but I no longer have the time for that.” The bound individual stared dumbfounded. Taking a breath before replying, needing a moment to process the mountain of words that had been thrown at them.
“Wow, you must be the most talented gymnast on the planet for all the mental gymnastics you just did,” they stated bluntly.
“I gotta give you credit, that's the most sensible explanation someone could give for this. Not that it’s saying much since this is completely delusional.” David rolled his eyes, pulling out a pair of light jeans from the same bag as the blouse. The captive looked down at the completed outfit with disgust.
“Well, I described it in the most digestible way I could, but I suppose that doesn't matter since you don't want to give what I've said serious thought. Regardless, I still need to make you look presentable for this exchange. I assume you wouldn’t want me to dress you so I'll untie you and allow you to do it yourself, but don't try to run off because trust me I’ve prepared for that.” They looked down at the garments with disdain. David observed their expression further, there was a hint of sadness. He found it odd at first but soon understood what was wrong.
“I know it's stupid but do you have anything else I can wear? This stuff feels wrong to me.” They commented as David untied their wrists.
“I don't have a lot of masculine clothes in my wardrobe that I think you'd like but I can look. I know that this outfit doesn't reflect your current self but it's what I was provided.” The captive rubbed their wrists and began to free their ankles.
“It’s alright, honestly I didn't expect you to do anything especially after I insulted your logic, so this is a nice surprise.” They said, spreading their legs so they could sit more comfortably.
“I understand the importance of gender affirming clothing, you deserve to wear something that represents you.” Their eyes widened upon hearing the mention of their gender.
“W-wait you know about my identity?!” they asked defensively.
“Yes, and don't worry, I respect it. Jack filled me in on everything involving your gender identity including that your current pronouns are they/them and that your preferred name is Mad Dog. Though even if he didn't make me aware of that, I would have asked about it upon seeing your masculine appearance. Your completely flat chest and stubble didn't go unnoticed by me.” They calmed down, loosening their posture.
“Oh wow, alright, I didn't expect you to take that so well. A lot of people don't understand and just right me off. So I sort of expected the same from you.” David frowned while approaching them.
“That’s unfortunate, I know you have little reason to trust me, but at least trust that I won't purposely misgender or use the wrong name for you.” The feminine individual’s understanding in tandem with his appearance made Mad Dog have questions.
“Alright I trust you with that and it's appreciated but I have to ask. Do you see yourself as something that isn’t male?” David sighed, folding his arms and glancing at the floor.
“I don’t express it to anyone apart from Jack and Jackson, but yes. I see myself as a woman and feel most comfortable when I’m perceived as such. IIt’s been hard since Sophie has actively punished me for being the way I am. Even setting my injectable hormones on fire in front of me” Despite Mad Dog’s heavy dislike of the woman they couldn't help but feel sympathy for her in this instance. For a moment they were even tempted to say sorry, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it.
“Well you're out to me, and I’ll respect your identity as well. You might be a bitch but you still deserve to be addressed correctly.” She laughed, unfolding her arms.
“Hehe, thank you, Mad Dog, now help me get you something to wear.” She responded in a lighter tone than earlier. They followed her into her bedroom as she looked through her suitcase.
“Hmmm, I have a purple button-up, would you like that? I don't think my jeans will fit you well since your legs are noticeably thinner than mine, but you can try them on if you'd like.” They looked around the room as she spoke, as they expected, it was rather barren. They knew that David didn't stay in one place for long so it made sense that she never got time to settle in.
“Were you listening?” she asked, appearing at their side with the dress shirt in hand. They flinched at her sudden appearance, shifting their gaze to the item.
“Oh, nah I'm good just wearing my pants, even though they could probably use a wash.” They rubbed the back of their head, the grease in their hair becoming prevalent as they pulled their hand away.
“You could use a wash too, the stench that surrounds you is quite dreadful. If I was going off scent alone I would really think that you're a stray dog.” She joked, tossing the shirt back onto her bed.
“I'd like to say you're wrong but unfortunately you're spot on,” they responded putting their hands up, she giggled at the gesture.
“I’ll take you to the restroom and let you know what stuff you're allowed to use. I might be feeling merciful but I don't want you using my good shampoo. I won't see you after tonight but I live with my curls every day.” she remarked, poking her textured hair for emphasis.
“Heh, you know I’m starting to get why so many people fall for you. You’re pretty charming when you want to be. With a face like that, I'd almost call you cute.” She was suspicious of the partial compliment, questioning the motive behind it.”
“Awe, you're such a sweetheart, giving me half a compliment after I've shown you kindness.” she crouched slightly and patted her legs.
“Do you want a treat for doing the bare minimum?” She mocked. Mad Dog’s face turned sour in response.
“Ugh, I take it back, guess you can't take a win unless it goes in the exact way you want.” She adjusted her position and shrugged.
“In my eyes, the less you have to compromise the greater the victory.” Before Mad Dog could respond she started walking to the restroom, motioning for them to come along. Once they were inside, David hung up a fresh towel and opened the shower door. Turning the knob clockwise while describing how to adjust the temperature.
“See that 3 in one bottle? That's what I’ll have you use, I’ve never touched the stuff but I keep it as a last resort.” Mad Dog watched her as she explained everything, her body language was relaxed and inviting. Seeing her in such a mundane situation was fascinating. They wondered how someone like her could appear so normal.
“That's good with me, I'm not picky about that kind of thing,” they spoke, removing their raggedy shirt. Her eyes widened at the sight of their nipple piercings and tapered abdominal hair. They smiled at her expression, she looked at them with an embarrassment they couldn't have pictured on her face.
“Jeez calm down lady, I know this isn't the first time you've seen nipple piercings.” they playfully winked, taking off their pants.
“I don't need to be calmed, trust me I've seen better. I’m just surprised by how comfortable you are.” Mad Dog removed their chest jewelry, a subtle smirk developing on their face.
“Nah, at this point my stomach is made of steel, it takes a lot to make me uneasy. Hell, you could see me with my whole cock out and I wouldn't care!” they jested, setting the metal pieces on the countertop. David was taken aback by the crude comment, awkwardly looking away.
“Oh, alright then, anyway I’ll let you get clean. Just don't take too long. Also, the blue washcloth is mine, use the red one.” She responded, trying to hold her composure after Mad Dog’s words painted a strange picture in her mind.
“Heh, I'll make sure to remember that and don't worry about me taking long, I've practically been conditioned into taking short showers.” David nodded, leaving them alone to tidy up. When the door was closed, the woman took a deep breath. Things with Zander were coming to an end whether she liked it or not. She flopped on her couch, allowing the festering dread inside her to take hold. She’d been bottling it up for those around her, but she couldn't take it anymore.
“This is it,” she told herself quietly, staring up at the off-white ceiling.
From the moment she got Sophie’s message about Zander needing to die, cracks began to form.
She couldn't be weak in front of Zander, especially not during their final showdown. She couldn't cry in front of him, she couldn't show how much she’d miss him, she couldn't hold him, she couldn't ask him what he thinks she should do after the game is over. The more she thought about the upcoming meeting the more she dreaded it. Whatever she’d say to him would be heavily condensed and sanitized, which hurt her in a way she couldn't explain. David put her hand in between the couch cushions to retrieve her lucky shirt. A striped tee she'd stolen from Zander’s room towards the beginning of the dare.
“I wish I could be weak around you, you don't understand how much I want to weep into you.” she shakily stated, hugging the cloth.
“I wanted things to end differently, I truly did, but I don't have a choice.” Tears began to develop in her eyes.
“You were so close to reaching me, the way you used your audience was impeccable! If given just a year or so more to live we could have finally been on the same level. Acknowledging the demented elements intrinsic to each other, but still finding happiness.” Water flowed from her eyes as she clung to the clothing item.
“It’s no use though, you’ll be gone before I can even explain any of this. Fuck, I wish I could just have a real conversation with you!” she threw the shirt to the ground, almost throwing herself off the couch along with it. Despite all the time she’d spent with him, she felt like she’d never spoken to him as herself. Come to think of it, she never spoke to anyone as her authentic self. Despite multiple people claiming to have strong feelings about her, in reality, they only felt that way about a fraction of her or a character she’d played. Once Zander was gone, she’d lose the closest thing to a genuine connection.
“No, no, no,” she sobbed, it was all crashing around her. Images of the things she’d done up to this point overlapped in her mind. Highlighting how much she’d put herself through to get to where she is. Years of planning, multiple human lives, all sacrificed for nothing. Each heinous act she’d taken part in was now a meaningless act of violence, making her no better than a bloodthirsty monster. She was content with being morally in the wrong, but she couldn't bear her efforts lacking purpose.
The faint noise of pouring water dissipated as she curled into a ball. She ignored it, sinking further into her sorrow. Zander had told her that she'd need to meet him at a particular time, but at this point, she’d lost track.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mad Dog rudely asked, kneeling before her with a towel tightly wrapped around their waist. She slowly turned to face them with a distraught expression. Barely processing their presence in the midst of her breakdown.
“These walls ain't that thick, I heard what you were weeping about.” She was upset with their insensitivity but didn't have the energy to respond.
“You’ve done nothing but destroy this man’s life and now that he can finally be free from the hell you’ve created, you're having a hissy fit!” they chastised, with more vitriol than she’d ever heard from them.
“At this point death is a sweet release! If you had even a shred of sanity or real feeling you’d be happy for him!” Her face scrunched up further, she was not equipped to handle their words. She just wanted to process in peace, but they wouldn't let that happen.
“God lady, why the fuck are you breaking down over this?!” they yelled at her, it was too much and she screamed throwing a pillow at their stomach.
“BECAUSE I CAN’T HAVE THIS ALL BE FOR NOTHING!” she shot up and pulled them closer to her by their hair.
“I CAN’T HAVE THE PAST SEVEN YEARS OF MY LIFE BE USELESS! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M GOING TO DO AFTER THIS, SO AT THE VERY LEAST I SHOULD BE ABLE TO PROPERLY FINISH THIS! ” she screamed out, spitting into their face. They stared dumbfounded at her as she relinquished her grip. They’d heard about how skilled she was at faking feelings, but they could tell this was real. Regardless, they had little sympathy for her.
“There you go, admit what we both knew. You only care about him dying cause it's not what you’d envisioned in your sick little fantasy. All this pseudo-psychological bullshit is just an excuse to disguise what you actually are. A soulless sadist who doesn't have anything to her outside of fucked up games!” She sobbed, putting her hands over her face to catch her tears.
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO GO THROUGH LIFE SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE AND FEEL CONSTANTLY ALONE!” she screamed, a hint of venom developing in her tone.
“That’s how I have to interact with people! I can't feel them so I have to analyze and try my best to find joy! It's no secret I'm fucked up, but this is just how I function.” She responded, gaining some more composure. Mad Dog held back a smile when staring at her reddish face. Seeing the usually confident woman weakened satisfied them in multiple ways. Prompting them to continue prodding at her.
“You're still selfish for mourning experiences instead of people. Only giving a shit cause of what you can no longer get out of them.” David’s expression was grim as she gazed back at the long-haired individual.
“I never said I wasn't, besides you do realize that everyone mourns people for experiences right? Just like you’ll be upset that you can't spend time with a family member once they’re gone, I’ll be sad I won't be able to spend time with Zander. My relationship with him is not healthy by traditional standards, hell it's hardly a relationship at this point. But I’ll still miss the time we spent, and sulk over what was taken.” Mad Dog calmed their stance, sitting down at the edge of the couch. Their legs dangled near hers since they were facing toward her.
“You along with most people hate that I can't express real emotions, but when I finally do you get hyper-critical of my reasoning? I’m not asking for sympathy, I'm just asking to be allowed to feel. I don't think you’ll ever understand how crushing it is to sacrifice so much only to fail. Mad Dog, my mother is dead, I gave up the last of my family for this.” They looked down at her, the gleam in her eyes pulled at their heartstrings, a mix of sadism and empathy kicking in. On one hand, they did feel sad seeing someone in such a state, on the other, it was David King. A woman who had set them on a dark path by allowing Sophie to keep them captive. A woman with little respect for them, evidenced by her using them as a bargaining chip with Zander. In that instant, the desire to comfort was matched with the desire to humiliate.
“Okay, that was a pretty good act, you got me a little there honestly. Now, what do you want?” They inquired with a notable drawl.
“If you insist on staying, can I lay with you? I get that it's weird especially since you aren’t dressed yet, so it's fine if you don’t. I just need the feeling of being held” she requested quietly, with her knees to her chest. For Mad Dog, it was hard to say no when she, in their opinion, looked so pathetic. Secretly, they thought her desperation was attractive. So now that she was expressing the need to be touched, they took advantage of the opportunity.
“That's a lot of words to ask for a hug.” They kidded, making her crack a modest smile.
“But yeah, I can do that, at the very least you'll smell better than the last person I laid with,” they commented, trying to sound wholesome to hide their true intentions.
“And who was that?” she questioned, a slightly warmer tone emerging. They picked her up, throwing her over their shoulder. Enjoying the feeling of grabbing her. She was a bit heavy but they didn't complain.
“Hate to break it to you, but Zander, bro gets sweaty as hell during summer nights, meanwhile I have a high tolerance for heat. It was pretty awkward.” She scoffed, tugging on a bit of their wet hair.
“Ah, alright sorry for bringing him up. I know this ain't the time.” They opened the door to her bedroom and dropped her on the bed. The landing was a bit harsh but the plush of the mattress made up for it. The woman got under her comforter and Mad Dog joined her, wrapping their arms around her waist. Their damp body was cold but she didn't care, she just wanted to be held. They gradually got warmer as they stayed by her side and shifted their position. She was still crying as they cuddled her.
“Hey, it'll be okay, you're a skilled lady, you'll land on your feet,” they assured her as her body shook. Her heavy breaths were apparent, she was making them out of distress, but they triggered inappropriate images in Mad Dog’s mind.
“A woman as beautiful as you could probably start modeling.” they complimented, the words catching the woman’s attention.
“Really?” she asked softly,
“Of course! If I didn't know better, I'd start spoiling you the moment we lock eyes,” they playfully answered, wrapping their arms around her waist. She turned to face them, there was a shift in their demeanor. The way they spoke was almost sensual.
“You’ve spent a lot of time working, I say you just become a sugar baby. You're one of the few people in this ugly-ass world who’s hot enough for some rich dude to shower you with gifts.” they partly kidded, moving their arms up to rub her shoulders. At this point, she knew what they were doing. Still, she chose to hold off her comment since she was a sucker for praise.
“Thank you Mad Dog,” she replied, she was no longer crying, which Mad Dog had mixed feelings on.
“Hey, I want to apologize for what I said earlier, I should have left you alone. You deserve better treatment than that and I’ll make an effort to make it up to you.” They smiled, moving their arms to her lower back. Despite the sweet words, their tone was audibly sleazy. It was clear to David what they were holding back.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked innocently, they took a deep breath before responding.
“Are you kidding me? You're so much more than pretty. You're smart, determined, focused, brave, and yeah, pretty sexy.” She smiled smugly, a distinct sheen appearing in her eyes. Confusion overcame Mad Dog as she began giggling.
“What, not used to hearing me say sexy?” The woman’s giggles soon grew into cackling. Mad Dog looked away from her, taking it as a reminder of her insanity.
“Hahaha! I’m sorry, I just think it's so funny that you're blunt about everything, but when it comes to this you feel the need to ease me in! You're so quick to say what’s on your mind, but now you’re trying to be a charmer. It's simply hilarious!” They let go of her and sat themselves up, though her position remained the same.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not trying anything, what led me to this point is simple. I made you feel worse when you were crying, felt guilty about it, and agreed to give you sympathy snuggles. That’s it!” Her expression turned serious as she twirled a strand of their long hair.
“You're not good at subtlety, I understand your entire scumbag strategy. First, you’ll try to break down my self-esteem by saying my feelings aren't valid. Second, you’ll swoop in and shower me with compliments so I’ll warm up to you. Lastly, you’ll apologize so you can look like a good guy and convince me to sleep with you. I might be vulnerable but I’m not stupid.” They rubbed their temples, looking down at her with a newfound resentment.
“Okay fine, maybe I saw that you were feeling down and took advantage of the situation. But it's not malicious, it's something to cheer you up. I think it would be a nice experience to take your mind off things. Not much room to use your brain when you're giving it right?” She cringed at their joke.
“Don’t waste my time with these lovey-dovey lies if you just want to get your rocks off. I get it, you think you’ll be such a badass for shoving your dick in the thing that ruined your life.” She pulled the blanket down, exposing the lower half of their body.
“You're a shithead, but honestly, I’ve slept with people worse than you. I’ll do this, but only because I want to see how long your weak ass will last with me.” She pulled off their towel and crawled to the lower half of the bed, pressing her head against their crotch. Mad Dog took a deep breath before she started stroking their genitals. The first few minutes were pleasurable but awkward.
They thought they’d feel strong having such a feared, well-respected woman sleep with them, but they didn't. Sure, physically it was stimulating, especially since this was the first time they were intimate since their bottom surgery, but outside of the catharsis that came with that, it was a rather dull experience. They thought she’d have a lot more energy than she did. David felt entirely neutral, it wasn't awful but there was no chemistry present. She could tell they were disappointed, which added to her annoyance. In truth, she was only doing this because she doubted that she’d get the opportunity to sleep with someone for a while. She never stayed anywhere long enough to form a relationship and her options were limited as a trans woman. There was a hint of additional bitterness knowing that Mad Dog had been in a relationship with Zander.
Why did they get to go on fun movie dates and hang out with his friends? She’d kill to have one more positive interaction with him. He was vanilla personified, which is what she loved about him. He was so malleable, just a couple of well-mixed ingredients and he’d be something entirely new. Still, the base of his identity was endearing enough on its own. The more she thought about him the more she wished she was being intimate with him instead. She never thought of him in a lewd manner before, but the idea was beginning to sound enticing. She knew he didn't have long, so wouldn't it be nice to pleasure him before his inevitable loss? It was morbid, but it was preferable to reality.
“God I miss you~” she murmured with her eyes shut as she thought of him. Mad Dog looked down at her with confusion. She laid on her back and pulled them in deeper, they shivered from the feeling.
She could picture it clearly, him gazing at her with a mixture of arousal and disgust. An ounce of frustration let out with each movement. The conflicting thoughts that would run through his mind were already enough to motivate her. It was such an intriguing prospect that she began to yearn for it. Almost entirely blocking Mad Dog’s presence from her mind, imagining her favorite little purebred instead. Mad Dog didn't know why she suddenly became so passionate but it didn't matter to them. They were getting a better experience so the reasoning was irrelevant in their eyes. The long-haired individual got harsher as they continued, getting animalistic with how they handled her. She said some strange things that didn't apply to them but it was easy to ignore in their lustful pride-infused haze. The bigger the reaction, the more successful they felt. Though, in the end, they had run out of stamina faster than her.
“Oh fuck, we did it.” they huffed, laying down in a sweaty heap. She got off them, stretching her back. Her bottom was sore, the fresh bite marks stung, and her skin was still reddish in certain areas.
“You're lucky I wasn't thinking about you, or else this would have ended a lot faster.” she snarled, hopping off the bed. They smirked, as unflattering as it was to admit, this was the best time they’d ever had.
“Yeah whatever, I put in work, and it paid off, so you could be picturing my ex for all I care.” they laughed weakly, coughing midway through.
“Good to know, 'cause that’s exactly who was on my mind,” she responded smugly, knowing it would upset them. Their laughter stopped, turning into a disappointed groan.
“Fuck lady, you seriously can't get this guy out of your head for a millisecond.” they chastised, she looked back at them while pulling a teal dress out of a bag.
“I’m not sure if you have the right to complain since you're the one who tried to emotionally break me down so I’d let you fuck me.” they darted their eyes away with a hint of guilt.
“Thanks to you both of us will probably arrive half an hour late, now get dressed.” she sternly commanded, her voice displaying the power they wish they’d gained from the experience long term. They got their clothes back on while she ironed her dress. Once the wrinkles were out she went into the bathroom to wash the smell of sex away. Mad Dog sat on the couch and flicked on the TV while waiting for her. As they channel surfed fatigue settled in, making them drift off to sleep.
In their slumber, they relived the day they met David. Up until this point they’d heard of her but had never interacted with her. When she came into their holding cell she appeared soulless, an unfeeling machine disguised as a human. Anger clouded over them when they saw her. If they weren't chained up, they would have lunged and bitten her face off like a rabid dog. Not because they hated her, but because they hated that she put them in such an inferior position. Throughout their life, they were forced to be a victim in many regards. So being the kidnapped love interest in a cage was the last straw. From that day onward, they promised themselves that they’d do something to assert power over her when she was at her weakest.
“Anything you want to say to me?” David asked, wrapping duct tape around their wrists. They jolted up, peering down to find that their ankles had gotten the same treatment.
“Oh, shit, we’re leaving now?” They asked sleepily, meeting her gaze again. She was wearing sleek dark makeup that complimented every one of her facial features. They were surprised by the elegance that radiated from her.
“Yes we are, and I’ll have to tape your mouth soon so if you have anything to say you have to say it now.” they frowned, there were a lot of things they wanted to say. They’d experienced so much emotional whiplash with her that it was hard to condense their thoughts into a few parting words. She rolled more tape, attempting to apply it to their face.
“Wait, I have something! They yelled, causing her to abruptly jerk her hands away.
“When this is over you should start focusing on yourself. Not Sophie, not psychology, not any crazy dares. I think your main issue is that you build your life around achieving goals or getting answers to questions that apply to others. If you spent some quality time finding yourself, I think you could not only be a better person but happier overall too.” She was speechless, she hadn't expected something so profound from them. The words cut deep, making her realize how little she knew about herself. Maybe that was the core reason why she didn't want to be alone, ‘cause if she was, then she wouldn't even have herself to keep her company. She fell into a slight haze while taking in their words, snapping back to reality when the roll of tape fell out of her hand.
“Oh shit,” she murmured, bending over to grab it. Mad Dog smiled at her moment of clumsiness, wishing they’d gotten to know that stripped-back, human version of the woman more. David ripped off the piece she first unraveled, applying it to Mad Dog’s cheek with embarrassment upon realizing how short it was. They let out a final snicker, finding her mundane error to be the most endearing thing they’d seen from her. David sighed while wrapping the multiple layers of duct tape around their head. Soon their face was replaced by a gray adhesive cocoon, with nothing more than their hickory brown eyes visible. Gazing into her reflection in their sclera, she uttered her final words to them.
“This whole night has been a roller coaster, and while I can't call you a friend, I can thank you for the experience. You made me address issues that have been festering for years, something I didn't think anyone could do. I might not like you, but I don’t hate you either. If you know anything about me, you know I love seeing people develop their own type of strength, which you’ve done. So for that, I give well wishes, goodbye Mad Dog.”
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2023.03.25 00:47 critical_courtney [A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter One (A sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)
![[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter One (A sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)](https://b.thumbs.redditmedia.com/iH7NwuhfY1zu3gkGH80VVkyywpt9dgtbVl2htHmep6E.jpg "[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter One (A sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)") | Now that I've concluded Reincarnated as the Wolf Goddess, the sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet is finally kicking off. Welcome to A Bargain for Bliss. submitted by critical_courtney to redditserials [link] [comments] Book One Synopsis: It's been a few months since Sierra Chelsi came to live in the Raven Queen's palace, and she's found herself more at home each day. But the queen has been busy working on something big. Her secrets are kept from even the young werewolf she ensnared. When the queen finally reveals her schemes, it's apparent something big is coming to the Raven Court. The only question is what role her beloved pet will play. The familiar fierce werewolf who threatens nobles at court so Varella can keep order. . . or perhaps something a little more tender. https://preview.redd.it/y46jrzlkxrpa1.jpg?width=1410&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f6c1b0cbfc8528c409168abf59fc72264b000b0a Chapter One: I heard her before she entered the room. Her footsteps were light as if the wind carried her feet across each piece of the floor. And sometimes it actually did. She used to sneak up on me, but in the three months I’d lived in Featherstone, the Raven Queen had fallen prey to my advanced predatory senses, the kind only a fierce huntress could cultivate. My senses would never be as sharp as those of my inner wolf, but enough bled through that I was a better tracker than any human and most faeries. Casually striding over to the window in my bedroom, I unlatched it and waited for the queen’s knock at my door. Two arrived. She was growing impatient. Good, I thought. Just what I wanted. I called for my mistress to enter, and she opened the door. I noticed Barsilla, her arrogant left-hand lady hovering just above the queen’s shoulder. That piskie had grown increasingly fed up with my antics as of late. At least, she made a big show of it. Of course, when my eyes hovered over the queen, I felt my heart skip a beat. Eyes widening as though I was looking at her for the first time, I came within inches of dropping my plan entirely. Her otherworldly beauty held me in a trance, seven feet of alluring artistry from her sleek obsidian hair to her enrapturing violet eyes that held all the mysteries of a Faerie Queen seemingly within reach, daring all who saw to reach forward. Her words floated across the room to my ears with all the confidence of a monarch who expected obedience and steadfast loyalty. “Come, my pet. I’m scheduled to hold court in 10 minutes, and I need my fearsome beast.” It took almost everything I had not to prance across the room and throw myself at her. The tiny fae hovering nearby had her usual pencil and clipboard out at the ready in case she needed to write down something important. Barsilla’s eyes practically said, “Do it. I dare you.” But that was ridiculous. The piskie couldn’t have known what I was planning, right? I looked at her again in her tiny librarian outfit. And just staring at the representation of order and rules in the palace rekindled some spark of rebellion in my bratty ass. “Apologies, mistress,” I said, not looking at Varella again because I knew her eyes would lure me in again, freezing me in my tracks. “Don’t you dare,” was all I heard Barsilla say as I frantically slid the window open and leaped outside. The queen was fast, and I felt her grasp millimeters from my nape as I dove toward the palace grounds a few stories below. Landing and immediately tucking into a roll, I exhaled. Then I rose with as much speed as I could leech from my inner wolf and bolted toward the back of Featherstone. From the window, I heard my mistress’ low tenor voice carry a warning, “My pet. . .” Those words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew this was fucking with her schedule. But I didn’t care. You welcome a brat into your home, and you should be expected to anticipate the consequences. I didn’t hear her leaping out the window after me, just the soft swish of wild rye grass under my feet as I bolted away from where I landed. Will she endure the humiliation of being seen chasing down her pet werewolf, or will the mighty queen march herself to hold court without the fierce beast she’s grown so accustomed to wielding over her nobles and guests? I thought, snickering. A few months ago when I’d arrived at Featherstone, freshly ensnared in a bargain of the queen’s making, I wouldn’t have dared acted this way. There were probably mice in the walls of the basement that were less timid than me. But what can I say? The queen and her best intelligence agent had made me very comfortable here. They’d given the werewolf a cookie, and in turn, she’d not only stolen the entire glass of milk but the jar of remaining sweets as well. Okay, normally I wasn’t this bad. But this week had been long, and restlessness was building up in every joint of my body. Maybe I was a little pissy. Or perhaps the full moon was three nights away. Both things could be true, I thought, the rear guard tower coming into view as I rounded a corner. It stood a few stories higher than my window with a narrow spiral staircase running up the center. A few faerie guards stood on the ground watching me bolt for the stone bridge behind the palace. They were armed with spears and leather armor bearing the queen’s crest in the center, a black bird, head back, beak open, and crying to the sky with its wings spread wide. The guards looked nervously at each other as I continued running full speed in nothing but my silk pajamas with various puppy designs sewn into the fabric. My curly brown hair bounced behind me, and I realized the guards were calculating how much trouble they’d get in if I was allowed to simply cruise on by. “Um. . . Sierra?” One woman with short green hair cut into a bob stammered as she took a step to block my path. I leaped about five feet over her head using every bit of that borrowed werewolf strength in my legs. She didn’t move to grab me, just scratching her cheek in confusion. Looking further up the guard tower, she called for Ceras. The queen’s top talon jumped from the second story and landed behind me, hand axe rattling at their side. “What is it, Belamie?” They asked as I continued running for the bridge, morning sunlight reflecting off the lake. The scent of forest and fish entered my senses as my brain told me I was nearly free. “Do we just let the royal pet go?” Belamie asked. Turning back for a brief moment and running backward, I yelled, “Ceras! If you see the queen, stall her! And suggest to her that I went out the front gate into town. Please and thank you!” Rushing off into the tree line, the last thing I heard was Ceras chuckling to themselves and stretching. “Patrols turn up anything this morning?” They asked. “No,” Belamie said. “Then we’ll let her majesty sort out this issue with her pet. She’ll be fine,” Ceras said. “Besides, I doubt the queen has let her prized possession get too far ahead of her.” Rushing into the trees and seeing aspens, evergreens, and other greenery native to Faerie, I sneered. Bullshit, I thought. There’s no way the queen would delay court to rush after me. Bushes whipped around me, and I jumped over a stump, knowing it would be more difficult for the queen to fly through the treetops and snatch me from above. That was assuming she was giving chase. After about five minutes, I came to a stop, sweaty and heart-hammering. This particular patch of trees wasn’t far from where the queen had put down my inner wolf, earning the right to be my pack leader. My eyes darted at every snapped twig, a bead of sweat running down my cheek. To my left, a rabbit took one look at me and decided it could afford the risk of chomping on a purple flower nearby. Bitch, I’m a werewolf, I thought. You should be fleeing in the opposite direction. Puffing out my chest, I turned toward the brown and white rabbit. I put my hands on my hips and said, “Excuse me. Do you know what I am? You dare to snack in the presence of a fearsome werewolf? An apex predator for which capturing a rabbit in her jaws would be pup’s play?” The rabbit didn’t even turn its head to acknowledge my words. It just continued chewing on the flower’s stem, taking the vegetation in like a board into a sawmill. Raising my hands slowly and pretending I had the claws of my inner wolf, I took a step toward the bunny. “You should be more cautious in assessing your surroundings for danger, Bugs.” The rabbit’s blue eyes finally glanced over at me as it sniffed at another flower nearby, this one with a large yellow bulb. Its nose and whiskers twitched before it decided to ignore me once more and snatch another snack. “I’m serious, little bunny. Surely you smell the wild canine inside of me. Your heart should be pounding in your chest, eyes watching my claws for any hint of movement. Otherwise, when you’re distracted, you might yourself suddenly hoisted into the air and EEEEEP—,” I shrieked, interrupted by a sudden, terrible force of upward movement that snagged my shoulders. Up through tree branches I went, air sucked out of my lungs from sheer terror at the speed with which I was being carried. Looking down, I watched the trees below me start to shrink, and then I felt myself suddenly reversing direction, falling toward the lake approaching terminal velocity. “Fuuuuucccckkkk meeeeeeee,” I screamed, preparing for a sudden bath of epic proportions. As a werewolf, I was a bit tougher than the average human even when I walked on two legs. But from this height, I could at least expect a bruise or two landing in the water. And then, just as I steadied myself for a fishy fate, a pair of well-toned arms caught me just a few feet above the lake water. I was close enough to already smell the algae and aquatic turtles I prepared to join. Yet, I’d been given a reprieve. Looking up at my savior, I saw the Raven Queen grinning down at me with all the smug satisfaction radiating from her face that she could muster. Two large black-feathered wings carried us over the water as Varella gradually moved into a hover, holding me Lois Lane style in her arms. The lake wind swirled around my hair and floppy pajamas as her violet eyes found mine. The inhuman red eyes I carried were locked in her gaze, not even wielding enough strength to frighten a wee rabbit. Goddamn, some days I was a downright disgrace to the canine race. “Well, my pet. I hope you got all those. . .what do you mortals call them? Zoomies? Out of your system. We’ve got a long day at court ahead,” she said, the grin never leaving her face. She knew I wouldn’t get far. She knew! Sighing, I crossed my arms. “I bet I was so close to getting away. You probably panicked and used all your magic to track me down,” I said, frowning. “Actually, I was watching you from the sky the entire time. You’re in the heart of my court, where my magic is at the epicenter of intensity. Before your feet even touched the ground I was in the air above you,” she said, laughing. Her dulcet chortle left me wanting to curl up in her arms and wrap myself tightly within her grip, closing my eyes and forgetting about all the needs and responsibilities of running a queendom for the day. But no! I’d done this for a reason, and she needed to know why. Even if the inconvenience was beyond minor, she had to know there was a point. Well. . .as much of a point as my bratty ass could make for being obstinate, which typically wasn’t much beyond being eternally difficult for the sake of adversity. “Yeah, well. I wasn’t even really trying. You’re lucky I didn’t let my inner wolf loose,” I said, arms crossed tighter. “Ah yes, an ability you’ve yet to manifest here, even after three full moons. But rest assured, my pet. Even if you were on four paws instead of two legs, I could have easily snatched you from the forest floor as I did just minutes ago,” she said. And then the queen’s grin started to fade as she raised an eyebrow. “Though your inner wolf wouldn’t have run just before court anyway. It seems to be tamer the longer you remain under the weight of my sorcery and influence, bound by my bargain. But you, Sierra, acted out unexpectedly this morning. Why?” This was my chance! Here I could let her have it! But instead of unleashing a torrent of words, I just found myself lost in her eyes again. There wasn’t an ounce of impatience in her voice, despite today’s events being delayed by a few minutes. Though I guess you start when the queen says you start. And if you have a complaint, her werewolf would bite your face off. Sighing again, I sagged in her grip, words caught in my throat that I couldn’t seem to dislodge or cough up. Fuck, all I could do was that infamous bottom gesture where I pointed my index fingers at each other and looked pathetic. On second thought, it’s no wonder the rabbit didn’t run away screaming earlier, I thought. “Come now, my pet. You ran for a reason. Out with it. It’s just the two of us here over the lake,” Varella said with an added softness to her tone. The game was over. And now I had to suffer the consequences of my actions, namely being upfront about my feelings. Surely there was something a little easier I could endure, being locked in an Iron Maiden or forced to listen to Rascal Flatts on repeat? The queen made no move to rush me, which just increased the feelings of wanting to curl up tight against her breasts and have a few hours with her all to myself. “You’ve been so busy lately,” I finally managed in a pathetic whisper. That was all the queen got for at least 30 seconds. A crane covered in pink and white feathers flew around us and closer to the shoreline of the palace while my mistress waited for more words. “And Lily’s still gone on her assignment in the Tulip Court. I just— maybe I needed you to pay attention to your pet for a few minutes this morning,” I said, looking anywhere but her eyes. Saying this stuff was embarrassing enough. The Raven Queen did not sigh. And she chose her following words carefully. “You speak right, my little wolf. My work and duties have increased threefold over the last few weeks,” she said. “And you won’t tell me what you’ve been working on. Whenever I ask, you give me some vague answer meant to dismiss my curiosity,” I said. The queen looked over the palace for a moment. Her eyes carried a quiet contemplation that I couldn’t begin to analyze. But then again, she was a Faerie Queen who’d lived for centuries. Her perspective was bound to be drastically different than mine. And maybe I’d forgotten that. “I’ve been working on Bliss, Sierra. And it's remained under wraps so much so that not even Cereas knows about it. Even your girlfriend hasn’t heard my plan yet. So why don’t we have dinner tonight, just the two of us, and then I’ll finally answer all your questions,” the queen said. Now that did lift my heart pretty high to the point I felt like I was running on clouds. Damn if my mistress didn’t know exactly what strings to pull. All I could do was nod and finally give in to the temptation to nuzzle up into Varella. I breathed deep in her scent of chilly night air and raspberries that I’d come to associate with safety and comfort. I sighed one last time, content with the answers that’d been given me. The Raven Queen leaned down and slowly kissed my forehead, sending a tickle of delirium through my mind. It was something much more powerful than serotonin, and I made a muffled noise of pleasure. “Can we head back to Featherstone now? I’m afraid your inner wolf’s presence is required,” Varella whispered. “Just one more minute hovering here, please. I need you, mistress. So let me have you for just a little longer.” And because she spoiled me rotten, I got five more minutes with Varella just holding me over the water, morning breeze carrying our hair around us this way and that. I need to run away from her more often, I thought. |
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2023.03.24 21:53 EldritchEggoWaffle WARDEN OF THE WEAVER - PART 62: "A HARSH WORLD; HOPE EVEN IN DARKNESS"
•1•
Wings worked against wind, as the squad continued their aerial sprint.
In spite of their best efforts, they couldn't close the distance soon enough. They were still much too far from the city to gain any new insight into the attack--too far away to do anything, too far away to even know much of anything.
High Knight Von and Sergeant One-Wing led their respective squads onward, roaring through the air over the high grasses. Locust Spire was just on the edge of the horizon now. Within view, but still out of reach. Already, Von could feel that something was very wrong in the great Jikkellian settlement. Nagging dread in the pit of her gut gnawed at her as she drove forward. For a while, the wind carried with it the smell of smoke and ash. However, now those scents had dissipated, almost as if the wind had suddenly changed directions. The orange-red glow of flame had settled over the city like a corona, when the grand Spire of jade jutting up from the city's skyline first became visible. Now, the glow had softened to the point it may have no longer have been there at all.
And the Spire itself--the city's namesake, and jewel of Jikkellia--did not seem quite right. Von couldn't quite say why, but it seemed somehow... different; wrong; changed in some way.
What was going on? Was this what Lord Vellnoth was trying to tell them?
Come to think of it... what HAD Lord Vellnoth told them? Aside from ordering them to release the Amphibian and the suspected terrorist, there really hadn't been much information relayed, had there?
Von found it strange. She could hardly recall what the Gardener In Green had said, at all. She would've assumed something as life altering as speaking directly to the God of all Jikk would have left a greater impression on her. She'd assumed it would have inspired her mind, rekindled her soul. As it was, the event had hardly done more than leave her confused, feeling like a lost hatchling who'd just been introduced to something they didn't understand; some concept or experience they needed an adult to explain.
Her mind quickly turned from looking inward, to gazing out at the grasses stretched before her. Just ahead. There was movement.
Von glanced over to her right at One-Wing, but the frown on his face told her he'd already noticed the same thing she had.
High Knight Von drew her sword. Like clockwork, every Knight and Spire Watch behind her followed suit, drawing their own weapons. One-Wing was the last to unsheath his blade. He'd only just readied it when the sound and heatwave of an explosion broke out behind them.
The entire rear flank was taken out in a single strike. The remains of those soldiers caught in the blast were sent hurtling to the ground like small blackened meteorites.
"Post-Six!" Von called out.
The soldiers followed their orders--and their training--falling into a new, defensive position. Or, at least, they began to take up the Post-Six formation. They were interrupted partway through by a second explosion.
Where the fuck were the blasts coming from?
More body parts and scorched remains rained down to the landscape below.
"Ground!" One-Wing bellowed.
What was left of their rapidly thinning squad dropped altitude, coming down for a quick landing.
Von frantically scanned the surrounding grasses as she came to a landing with the others. She saw no one. There was no cover, and it was midday. There wasn't anywhere to hide, yet she still didn't see a single soul.
"No one move," said a commanding voice behind her.
Every head swiveled around, to face the assailant.
Von saw one, then three, then six seperate figures appear behind the soldiers. From the corners of her vision, more appeared. She could hear others, by the sound of their bootfalls and the clanking of their armor.
High Knight Von and her entire squad were completely surrounded.
The figures were Nerthran; mothmen of the Jagged Fields Kingdom. A lot of them. Von counted at least fifty, if not more. Ordinarily, Nerthran wore silver robes of fine silk, as part of their customs. These particular mothmen were wearing their robes, but had opted to don silver chainmail overtop the garments--or, in some cases, even steel plate. They wielded exotic-looking weapons. Crecent-shaped waraxes and ornate katanas; elaborately crafted claymores and thrusting blades shaped like wedges of pie. Even their more familiar arms--their longswords, daggers, and polearms--had been crafted in a way that would have intrigued even the greatest Jikkelian blacksmiths. Yet, of all the weaponry these mothfolk wielded, none stood out more than that of the one who'd stepped forward to call out.
The mothman called out a second time, shouting a single word: "Hold!" He held his unique weapon in both hands, gripping it at the center. It was a cold black color; as cold and black as a Lich's heart. It was as long as the mothman was tall. He held it at a tilt so that it crossed his body diagonally, like a large dark strike-through on a warning symbol. It was shaped like a staff. At both ends, it split off into two prongs like a serpent's tongue.
Now, Von began taking notice of the emblems on the breastplates, gauntlets, and bracers of the foes before her. They showed a symbol; a streak of silver running through a pair of moth wings, crossed by two blades. Her mind searched for meaning. After a moment, recognition finally set in.
Stonewing Pillar Mercenary Band.
They were ruthless criminals and sellswords, well-known in Jagged Fields but infamous even in Jikkellia. She'd never dealt with them personally, but she'd learned about them while undergoing the political and diplomacy training required to reach the rank of High Knight.
Bad news. That's what they were.
Von raised her sword. "You're interfering in official business!" This hardly encapsulated the scope of their crime (especially after launching a direct attack) but it was all she could think to say in the moment.
The mothman smiled. "Actually, you're all about to assist us with our business."
One-Wing scoffed at this. "What makes you think we'd do that?"
His smile broadened. "What makes you think you have a choice?"
•2•
They had a single goal now: reach the statue before the worms reached the surface...
Quijj took the lead. Councilor Lemma informed him she had wings of her own and therefore did not require his assistance when it came to flight (and also that if he continued treating her like a stack of lumber he needed to carry around, she was going to smack him silly). Quijj did not argue. The Councilor flew right behind him. And right behind her--bringing up the rear--was Flower-Seed. It was not a position he was particularly fond of--what with the worms on the loose and all--but he certainly wouldn't have wanted to be in front, either. Last wasn't as good as being in the middle, but of course, Flower-Seed was a gentlemen and Lemma was one of the city's honored leaders. So, back of the pack it was for ol' Flower-Seed.
They rushed up through the narrow hole in the cavern tunnel with a furious speed that would have made even a hive of Hellflies envious. The tunnel ended at an old well that had fallen into disrepair. In actuality, it had never really been used as a well to begin with. The 'fallen into disrepair' part--as the Councilor had explained--was just a story the Jikk of the city had always told one another. It was the sort of story that had been told so many times, for so many years, no one really questioned it or gave it a second thought. The truth of it was the Council of Three in Days Now Gone had decided to build a false well to cover the hidden entrance to the old city. It was sort of an emergency entrance, should one ever be needed.
If only those Jikk of the distant past had known their secret tunnel would not be used as an emergency entrance, but rather, an emergency exit. If they had known this, then perhaps Quijj, Flower-Seed, and Councilor Lemma could have avoided the problem they currently faced; *the fact that those same long-dead Jikk of yesteryear had elected to board up the false well so as to keep any hapless citizens or curious younglings from inadvertently stumbling upon their secret drop shaft to the old ruins.
Quijj had grunted something about this not being an issue when the Councilor broke the news of this "minor problem." Flower-Seed was fairly certain the old tavern keeper would have grunted the same grunt of reassurance, no matter what the Councilor had said. Quijj was painting himself more and more as the kind of Jikk who would take a sledgehammer to a door, if his key didn't fit. Grunting all the while.
When they reached the end of the shaft, Flower-Seed already knew what would come next. His hunch was confirmed when Quijj cautioned them to cover their ears. Flower-Seed now saw what would follow quite clearly in his mind. And how had he not seen this coming? Of course the crazy old bastard was going to blast his way out. Because of course he was.
Quijj was a valuable ally to have at a time like this, but once the smoke cleared, Flower-Seed hoped he would never again find himself in any dire situations with Quijj again, anytime soon.
Or ever again, if it could be helped.
When this was all over, if he made it out alive, Flower-Seed decided he was going to curl up on a nice warm cot by a hearth someplace, and sleep for about four straight Sun Cycles. Maybe even five. Six, while he was at it. Why not? He would certainly have earned it, if he managed to survive all of this chaos and bedlam.
There was a brilliant flash of white and orange; a roaring, echoing BOOOOM which ripped through the entire shaft. A loud crashing, splintering sound rose from above. Heat and a gust of hot air hit Flower-Seed in the face.
Then, they were shooting straight up into the air, no longer inside the shaft. The midday sky was above them again, fresh air in their lungs and the city stretched out all around them. The three of them came to a landing on a patch of scraggly blue kaynarr grass. The scattered stone and wood shrapnel that had once pretended to be a well lay scattered about, near the place where they'd made their exit. All that was left of the false well was a dark round hole and a broken ring of stone no higher than Flower-Seed's shin. There were black iron gates closing in a section of scrubby looking Debbler trees. The backs of several houses ran along the gate on one side. On the opposite side, a large warehouse loomed over the trio of . They were standing in a fenced-in raindrop shaped lot that had clearly been set aside for the sole purpose of secluding the well. The droplet shape of the lot came to a soft point between two houses, where a narrow gap had been left. The three of them wordlessly made for the opening.
The Councilor took the lead now. As soon as they'd made it to the other side of the row of houses, she took to wing. Quijj and Flower-Seed did likewise. They flew over the streets and walkways of a rundown residential neighborhood. Flower-Seed saw only a small handful of citizens. They were huddled together in small groups, hugging one another or saying silent prayers.
"What did I miss?" Councilor Lemma asked, looking around. "Is the attack over? And... where in Vellnoth's Name did all these vines come from?"
Flower-Seed tried to answer, but couldn't. He wasn't sure he had an answer. His vision had told him of the threats below ground, but hadn't filled him in on everything above the surface. What he and Quijj had witnessed with the Drill Flies seemed too miraculous to retell.
Quijj grunted. "A savior."
"A savior?" Lemma asked uncertainly.
Flower-Seed nodded. They were flying side by side now. "Yeah." He smiled to himself. It felt good to smile. Even after all the devastation and death, the fact that there had been a savior...
He didn't have the words for it.
They cut across the city, reaching the Cobbler's District in what felt like seconds.
"There's the statue," said the Councilor.
They landed just before the carved jade depiction of the Jikk hero of legend: Kylo the Great. This statue was identical to the one that had been in Lo Syy Tett, in Proeliator Plaza. There was another in front of the City of the Wandering Moon, as well as a fourth statue in Irogon Nath. Or, at least that's what Flower-Seed had been taught as a youngling at the Learning Hall. Kylo the Great had been one of the founders of Lo Syy Tett and Locust Spire. A true hero of all Jikkellia. Or so it was said.
Councilor Lemma hurried over to the back of the statue. There was a crevice just large enough for her hand. She stuck the Y of her fingers into the opening. Her face took on a look of deep concentration. After a moment, a panel was revealed in the base of the statue. There were gears, dials, and a single lever.
"Who would have thought," Flower-Seed mused.
The Councilor got to work. She began turning the gears and dials. Her hands became a blur for a moment as she input the secret sequence. Finally, she pulled the lever. Beneath the statue, there was a sound like gravel spilling from a wheelbarrow. Then, there was only silence for a moment.
Slowly, the statue began to rise several inches from the ground. When it stopped, the panel snapped back into place.
"It's done," said the Counilor, breathing a sigh of relief. "I just hope we weren't too late." There was a sadness in her eyes however.
Flower-Seed offered a sympathetic expression. "A bit overwhelming isn't it?"
Lemma waved a dismissive hand. "No, it's just... the Advisors. I just hope they made it out."
"There was no choice," Quijj said firmly.
"Yeah," Flower-Seed agreed. "We had to seal it off. Otherwise, who knows how fast those things might've spread."
The Councilor nodded. "I know. I know. Still... E'Shesh. She tried to protect me. When they were going to place me under arrest. She stood in front of the knights."
They all fell silent.
After a few moments, the three of them began to glance around at one another. A knowing look crept across all three of their faces. In unison, Councilor Lemma, Quijj, and Flower-Seed all whispered: "The Jailer."
Quijj nodded, giving one of his usual grunts. "Uhh huh." His expression had darkened. The look in his eyes was downright frigid.
Flower-Seed shook his head. "I don't know why, but ever since we were down in the ruins... it's been as if a curtain was lifted, from inside my mind."
Councilor Lemma nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. A part of me was fully aware of The Jailer and his deeds in Lo Syy Tett. Yet... it was almost like... I wouldn't quite call it a trance--I wasn't under any spell, or hypnosis, at least not as best as I can tell--but rather... it's as if I held a kind of complacency toward everything. I can see now how truly horrendous that Jikk is. Him, and what he's been doing. But... he must have had some way of making all of us intentionally ignore the problem."
"Mind Mother," said Quijj. "That'd do it."
Flower-Seed eyed the tavern keeper. "Mind Mother? Are those things even real?"
"Oh, they're quite real," said Lemma. "And if that's the case, it would actually explain a lot. From what little I understand of them, those creatures secrete a psychic enzyme that lulls the minds of those around it. The longer it occupies an area--so long as it's well-fed and undisturbed--the wider its field of influence. The Jailer must have somehow compelled a Mind Mother to do his bidding, and influence the minds of Jikkellians in a way that would further his terrible cause."
Flower-Seed considered this. "But if we're about to realize we were being influenced now... does that mean this Mind Mother is dead?"
"Tough to say," said Quijj.
"Indeed," said Lemma.
Quijj grunted in what might have been alarm, or perhaps frustration. He was gazing up at the sky.
"What is it?" Flower-Seed asked. But he already knew. He saw it too now. "What is that?"
His mind was overtaken with yet another vision. He saw the entrance to the underground ruins, as it was being sealed off. Just before the large stone slab blocked the passageway leading down into the City Before The City, five Jikk leapt through the rapidly shrinkly gap and onto the street. Breathless, they collapsed to the stonework.
A fraction of a second later, something else followed in their wake. It did not land, nor did it collapse onto the street as the Jikk had. Instead, it shot upwards into the air. The stone slab closed what remained of the opening.
But it was already too late.
One of the Jikk lying in the street began to scream. Flower-Seed saw that Temporary Councilor E'Shesh had indeed made it out of the ruins before the entrance closed. She was lying on her back, looking up at the sky with a look of pure terror plastered across her face.
The thing that emerged from the opening ignored the Jikk, however. It continued to climb through the air, until it was high above the vine-covered rooftops and city streets below. It rose higher still, before slowing. It hung there in the sky for several seconds, before rocketing away. It was headed toward a confrontation. Flower-Seed could not quite discern the nature of this confrontation, only that it would decide the fates of a great many.
And somehow, the outsiders were involved. Specifically, the outsider who had served as Locust Spire's unexpected savior.
Flower-Seed only caught a brief glimpse of the thing in his mind's eye, but that had been enough to fill him with a deep, almost existential feeling of dread.
The worms. They had fused together to form a single being. High Knight Pyx's plate armor. The thing was using it.
A giant parasitic worm-thing in platemail. It was coming for the outsider. And there was no stopping it...
The vision broke away. Flower-Seed found himself on his knees with dark green blood dripping from his eyes and mouth. The vision had been too much for him. Whatever had altered his curse--whatever force, whether it be supernatural, or simply the blow he'd taken to the head at the front gates--it had amplified it to a magnitude Flower-Seed could not handle. The previous vision had nearly caused him to black out. This one had almost ruptured his brain. He wasn't sure how many more of these "visions" he could take. The next one might very well kill him.
He slapped his palms down on the sidewalk, gasping for air.
"Are you alright?" Councilor Lemma asked.
Flower-Seed shook his head.
"What is it?" Quijj asked with much urgency. "Vision again? Did you see a mothman?"
Flower-Seed shook his head again, then promptly coughed up a thick glob of blood onto the stonework. He tried to stand, but his legs were much too weak.
Quijj hurried over and hooked an arm around Flower-Seed, helping him up. "Easy now," he whispered.
"Worms," Flower-Seed said, almost choking on the word. "Worm man. Man made of worms. Headed for the outsider." He took a deep breath, and that seemed to help. Not much, but a little.
Quijj eased him into a sitting position, before releasing him. He drew his strange weapon, examining it a moment before turning to the Councilor. "Can you tend to him?"
"Where do you think you're going?" she said in a tone of reproach. Her hands were on her hips. She gave the tavern keeper a look that reminded Flower-Seed of the way his mother used to look at him as a youngling, on evenings when he'd been out causing trouble with his friends.
"To stop it," Quijj said matter-of-factly. He turned back toward the sky, using his weapon to point at a dark, fast moving dot in the distance. The worm-thing. It was traveling at a tremendous rate of speed, trailing away from the city.
"Alright. In that case, I'm coming with you," said the Councilor.
Quijj grunted in disapproval.
"Don't give me that. I'm the High Councilor, afterall. I have a sworn duty."
"I'm coming too," Flower-Seed said, struggling to his feet.
"You can't," Lemma said. "You aren't well."
"I'll be fine. C'mon. Besides... you can't just leave me here on the sidewalk by myself."
Quijj eyed them both a moment, before slowly nodding. "Fine. Just keep behind me."
"Don't tell me what to do," said the Councilor smiling warmly. "I swore to serve and protect my city. That includes every last citizen."
"Humff," Quijj grunted.
Lemma regarded Flower-Seed with some concern. "Can you fly?"
"I think so."
"Alright. Then let's be off."
Quijj nodded, grunting again for what may have been the hundredth time.
•3•
The changes still hadn't fully set in.
He scarsely resembled his former self. His body was similar to that of a Jikk's, but his wings were like those of a giant moth. And his body, his wings, his entire form was entirely comprised of vines and sunflowers.
Doka was still getting accustomed to his new form. He was still getting accustomed to a lot of things. Ever since the outsiders first arrived in Lo Syy Tett, Doka had gone through a transformation even his new body could not fully represent. Which was saying quite a lot, considering his new form was the direct physical manifestation of the personal and metaphysical journey he'd undergone. He had died for Gods' sake!
He had died.
He'd died, but there had been no White Staircase. He hadn't seen the face of his creator. He'd seen only darkness, before his soul took up residency inside the Moon Moth.
So much of what he'd believed his entire life had been a lie. It made him wonder what else might also be a lie. What even was the truth? Did such a thing exist?
He had DIED!
His mind kept shouting the words over and over like a chant, as if reminding him of this fact might spark some greater intuition, or reveal some hidden meaning. It did not. The reminder only compounded his confusion with a whole lot of noise echoing inside his own head.
He had died.
This was a fact he was still grappling with, even now. Really, it had only been his body that had died. His spirit, soul, and mind had remained. He was now in a kind of life after afterlife. It was beyond strange, in a way that caused his brain to ache if he thought about it too long.
What a journey it had been since the duel with the Frog.
Doka had been granted revelation and realization, one after the other, in a constant barrage of perspective-shifting events. He'd been shaken to his very core--changed in the most fundamental sense of the word. He'd become someone completely different. Yet, at the heart of it all, he was still him. He was still Doka. Just a far more enlightened, less xenophobic and ignorant Doka.
However, this enlightenment also allowed him to see the problem; a problem that had not yet come up, but would have to be addressed sooner, rather than later.
The problem was, he'd been granted revelation and realization, without any real reflection. He'd been transformed, but hadn't yet had even a single spare moment to contemplate the meaning of it all. He was experiencing the effects, without fully understanding the causes. He'd been changed without stopping to consider the ramifications of so much change, on so many fundamental levels.
These things troubled him, but they were Deep Troubles of the Long Term. There were other, more urgent troubles to deal with in the meantime.
Doka and the soft shell soared over the open grasses; a flower-moth-grasshopper-hybrid and a curtain of shimmering blue. Doka looked down at the sheet of water below him. David was stretched out like one great flat square, casting no shadow as he passed over the land.
"What's wrong, bud?" asked the soft shell, taking notice of Doka's gaze. "You alright?"
Doka stilled his thoughts. "I want you to listen to me, Soft Shell. There's going to be trouble up ahead."
"Uh, yeah. I know. That's why we're coming to the rescue, remember? Don't tell me you're getting nervous?"
It was still a bit strange to hear the human's familiar voice coming from the shimmering polygon of liquid. Of course, the two of them had encountered far stranger things than this, on their journey. Particularly in the Sands. Doka had an idea that if not for some doing on the part of the cloaked figure, both his and the soft shell's minds would have been permanently shattered by the experience.
Doka said, "I don't mean once we reach the woods. There is an ambush waiting for us, well before then. A group of mercenaries."
The human was silent a moment. "I can't detect anything like that. Are you sure?"
"Aye. I'm certain of it. They're concealing themselves from your Energies ability to discern their plot. I am able to see it because of my connection with things that lie beyond the mortal world."
"Alright, well... we'll just have to take them out quickly, so we can hurry up and save Artie and the others."
"No," Doka said firmly. "I want you to continue on without me."
"What? But why? It doesn't make any sense to split up. We'll be able to deal with them faster if there are two of us."
Doka shook his head. "You don't understand. They are the ones who attacked Locust Spire. This is personal for me. You can't be stalled in reaching the woods. Your mission is far too important."
"Is that their big plan? To keep me fighting them, just to delay us getting to Artie?"
"That isn't their intention, but that will be the result of their actions, regardless. They have another reason for wanting to defeat you and I."
"Okay? Well don't leave me hangin. What's the reason?"
"Retaliation for stopping their attack on Locust Spire, for one. These mercenaries will try and destroy anyone who stands in the way of their goals. They wish to sew chaos and confusion. Anarchy. They don't want us undoing any more of what they have done, or what they plan to do. I can sense a dark plot. They're working with agents of Pharoah Dowlmad."
"I don't know that name, but I get some pretty fuckin' evil views from it, for sure."
"That would be an accurate assessment. The leader of these mercenaries wishes to leave the valley. There is something beyond the God Shelves he seeks, which will grant him unyielding power. Even I cannot discern his full intentions, but these are the things I have been able to determine."
"I see. Well, I still don't understand why you have to try and solo these guys. Let me help you knock 'em around. We can--"
"No," Doka said firmly. "This really is something I must do on my own. Please try and respect my wishes."
Doka could almost feel the human's mind turning, formulating further protest. Then, it was as if the soft shell finally came to a conclusion. Perhaps, he finally understood that this meant something to Doka--that this was important; a meaningful step on the path to redemption.
At last, the soft shell relented. "Alright, alright. Fine. But if you get into any trouble... if it's more than you can handle, or you--"
"I know how I call out to you," Doka said.
The human sighed. "Okay. Then I guess we'll split up. Um... where exactly is this ambush happening, anyhow?"
"Start traveling northward. Your mind will tell you when to correct your course again. That won't delay your arrival any. You would have had to travel North for a ways,, once you reached the woods. You're just doing it a bit sooner than necessary."
"Alright. Will do. Just... be careful, Doka. Okay? Seriously."
"And you as well, soft shell," Doka said. "Gods willing, I will see you again soon."
•4•
Deskant was well-versed in the power names held in the In-Between. This was why he'd worked so hard to become a Named Enforcer of the Stonewing Pillar Mercenary Band, on top of his other titles and stations. Most of the mercs in evidence were only foot soldiers, or Prospects. Leader Rave hadn't wanted all of his best warriors away from Home Base, afterall. The Stonewings were far greater in number and power than they'd ever let on to nonmembers. In their line of work, it was always best to hide your hand. You didn't want your rivals (or even your allies) knowing your full capabilities. Which was exactly why Deskant was joined on his current mission by the lower ranking members and memers-in-training, mostly. However, this was not the case with all of the mercs here in the open grasses. There was Angus the Arsonist, Vizloth the Philter, Gondin the Foul Ozmon the Worm-Wielder, Ujak the Unhinged.
Then, of course, there was him. Deskant the Demolisher. This was a moniker he had earned after many years climbing and clawing his way up the ranks of the band. He now filled the role of Chief Communicator, as well as being Rave's Right Hand when they were away from Home Base (even if that title actually belonged to Xider, whenever Xider wasn't around--like now--Deskant was the one who stepped up).
Rave had dubbed him the Demolisher because that was exactly what he did. He demolished things; people, places, anything and everything in his path.
"Just cooperate and everything will be fine," Deskant said.
The she-Jikk in the plate armor only glared at him.
"Yeah, I don't like those worms either, but they're effective." He waved his hand toward the infected Jikk soldiers. "We'll remove the parasites and we won't release anymore on your city, so long as you keep doing exactly as we say."
Ozmon the Worm-Wielder stepped forward, clutching his strange club--a dark, polished thing which which looked more like two long, slender serpents twisted around a stick than an actual club--and nodded. "All be righted, once we've finished here."
The she-Jikk said, "We shouldn't be negotiating with the likes of you."
Deskant laughed. "Good thing this isn't a negotiation. It's a hostage situation. If you hadn't noticed." His eyes scanned the row of infected Jikk. Half their number were currently inhabited by parasites. The other half were standing behind the she-Jikk and the one who'd identified himself as their Sergeant. "Now, remember... when you see the outsider, you flag him down. That's all you have to do. Leave the rest to us."
"Uh, 'Skant?" Angus said uncertainly.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"They're almost here. I can smell 'em."
Deskant smiled again. This was just too easy. "Alright. Everyone out of sight. Time to do what we do best, fellas."
There was a collective cheer from the other mercs. The lot of them moved into position.
•5•
Zruu--Tri-Hook leader and newly appointed Chief of the Clawhook Bandits in the wake of Chief Xovvo's murder--felt the entire world shift with such remarkable suddenness, that for a moment, he was certain he'd lost his grip on reality. One moment, Zruu had been seated in the bridge of the Black Pyramid beside his fellow Tri-Hook members, Coldcradle and Fann. The next thing the new Bandit Chief knew, he was plopping down hard on his ass in a field of knee-high emerald green grass. He'd been watching a formation of Gliders appear through the viewing window of the bridge. Sky Pirates, he had no doubt. He'd been mentally scrambling for a course of action. His mind had of course first turned to the Pyramid's weapons system. However, just as he was about to suggest this to Coldcradle and Fann, all of a sudden, it was as if his chair had been pulled out from under him--and everything else around him ripped away, right along with it.
"What the FUCK?" Coldcradle bellowed.
Zruu saw his two companions in the grass, just a few short meters away. Fann was there beside Coldcradle, looking furious but saying nothing.
Zruu's eyes burned with rage. "My thoughts exactly." He looked up to the sky. The Pirates. They were up there in the Glider Pods. There were also small Gyff craft as well. Collectively, there were four dozen of the bastards. The Sky Pirates made up three seperate V patterns, while the Walking Stick Men flew in a straight row side-by-side. Together, they made what looked like three arrows and line segment. And there, in the patch of sky between them, was the place where the Black Pyramid had been. The place where Zruu himself had been, on the bridge of the Pyramid.
But the Pyramid was gone. And now, Zruu was down here on the ground.
It made no fucking sense.
"Uh, Chief?" Coldcradle said warily.
Zruu took his eyes away from the sky and leveled his gaze at the other Bandit. "What?"
Coldcradle pointed at something lying in the grass a few feet to his left.
Zruu cocked his head to one side. Then, he was back up on his feet in an instant. "Is that who I think it is?"
But he already knew it was. There, motionless on the ground, was the Vakk Onillcoth had sent as honorary reinforcement. Lequell's body was covered in so much blood, it barely looked like a body. Really, it looked more like a slab of meat glazed in strawberry jam. Zruu had never seen tickman blood before. He was mildly surprised to know it wasn't green, or yellow like many Insectoids. It was a deep maroon, much like his own blood.
Lequell's head was cleaner than the rest of him. Probably because his head had been separated from his body. It was sitting face up a few paces from his bloodied corpse. His lifeless eyes stared up at the sun. They'd gone a dull gray color, instead of their usual black.
Zruu had seen more dead bodies than he could ever recount. Seeing one more now meant about as much as any of the others had. He felt nothing for the Vakk he'd barely known. If anything, he considered him weak for dying so easily. And so soon before their mission was complete.
Zruu raised his boot and punted Lequell's head through the air. It shot up at an arc, before disappearing in the high grass. He turned to the other Bandits. *"What the fuck do we do now? How the fuck did we lose the fucking Pyramid?"
He kicked Lequell's body hard enough to splatter some of the blood, painting several blade of grass burgundy.
"Ziilkdamnit! Now I've got blood on my boot." He turned his foot sideways and attempted to rub the drying fluids off onto the dirt. This mostly worked, but there remained a streak of the stuff he couldn't quite wipe away. "Ziilkdamnit," he cursed again.
"Was it the Pirates?" Coldcradle asked.
Zruu glanced up at the sky. The Pirates had broken their formations and were now flying in a disorganized swarm. They were headed east. They didn't seem to have any interest in the three Bandits down on the ground far below them, from what Zruu could tell. "My gut says no. I think those Sky Pirates and Gyff are just as confused as we are. I have no fucking clue what just happened, but I can tell you one thing... we're gonna get Chief Xovvo's Pyramid back. I don't give a shit what it takes. If it costs all three of us our lives. We're gonna get that damned thing back."
"A Pharoah had to be involved," Coldcradle said. "They're the only ones who could pull something like this off."
Fann nodded his agreement. "That bitch Camaria, most likely."
"I don't give a shit," Zruu said. "Pharoah or no Pharoah. We're getting it back." He locked eyes with Coldcradle, then with Fann, before looking off toward the horizon. "But first... we're gonna keep heading where we were headed. We're gonna deal with the she-ant before we do anything else. We don't have the Pyramid now, but we won't need it. I'll kill her with my bare hands if I have to."
Coldcradle said, "Then let's get to it. Let's hunt that bitch down. For the Chief."
Zruu and Fann voiced a howl of agreement. "For Chief Xovvo!" they said together.
The three members of the Tri-Hook took to wing. The only thing on any of their minds was murder...
•6
"What's the matter?" Flower-Seed asked. His tone was that of someone trying to hide the fact they were in a great deal of pain.
Councilor Lemma studied his face closely. The two of them were flying side-by-side over the city, with Quijj just up ahead. The elderly tavern keeper insisted on taking the lead, it seemed. It was just as well. Lemma had wanted to stay back with Flower-Seed to make sure he was alright. He definitely wasn't alright, but wouldn't admit it.
As much as Flower-Seed's condition concerned her, it was the scene down below--down on the city streets--that concerned Lemma the most. She turned back to the group of younglings she'd spotted.
She and Flower-Seed had a bird's eye view of what remained of Elgganath Parkway in the eastern part of Locust Spire. Just as they'd flown past one of the only large structures that hadn't been reduced to rubble here, they'd caught Lemma's eye almost immediately. There were close to three dozen in all. Younglings no older than adolescents. Some of them were sitting on the sidewalk with their heads between their legs. Some of them were embracing one another. Many of them were simply standing in place, looking up and down the street as if they had no idea what to do, or where to go. Several of them were huddled together, speaking in frightened voices.
Lemma slowed her acceleration to a crawl. Seeing this, after a moment, Flower-Seed did the same.
Quijj craned his neck to look back at them. "You alright?"
Lemma nodded. "Yes." And after a moment's contemplation, she added: "You can go on without me."
Flower-Seed opened his mouth to say something. Then he saw the younglings. He looked from the group below, then back to Lemma. Understanding dawned on his face. He slowly nodded. "Go on without me, as well." After taking a brief moment just as Lemma had, he said (somewhat hesitantly), "If you can manage on your own, that is."
Quijj nodded in response, giving them a grunt of aye, before flying onward.
Lemma and Flower-Seed hung there in the air, and watched Quijj disappear behind a row of vine-covered warehouses. Lemma sighed, turning to Flower-Seed. "The city just suffered a horrible tragedy. They need their leader."
Flower-Seed nodded. "I know."
"Especially the youth. They look completely lost. Without hope. The fire and the explosions are over, but now they need guidance to know how to pick up the pieces."
"I know," Flower-Seed repeated, punctuating the words with a gentle smile. "Well... what do ya say we get down there? See how many we can reunite with their parents."
Lemma returned his smile. "I just hope most of their parents are still alive."
Flower-Seed looked away. "Yeah." He shook his head. "Gods. What a harsh world this is."
"It is. But as long as I'm around, there will always be hope left. That's what they need to see. The Jikk of this city. They need to see the light of hope still shines upon them. Even in darkness. There is always hope."
•7•
Doka could sense the terrible power radiating off the figures just ahead. There was a Fragment User in their midst. As well as multiple masters of the Old Arts and Dark Channels.
And there was something even greater. He could feel it, like a vibration inside his brain.
As he drew closer, he saw the Jikk he was supposed to see, and the mothmen he wasn't. One of the mercs was utilizing a Cyphering technique to hide their presence. Doka could only see them through his connection with the Realms beyond life, beyond mortals.
Doka flew faster, closer, closing in on them.
One of the Jikk--a she-Jikk High Knight named Von, Doka saw--held up her arms and began waving at him. She was trying to flag him down. Doka had no doubt, this was what she'd been instructed to do. The Jikk weren't apart of this. They were only pawns, used by the mercs.
Doka dove down, came to a landing.
In his new form, he could speak to more than just the soft shell. He called out to the High Knight. "It's alright. I know you've done all you could."
The High Knight and the other Jikk stared back at him, stonefaced. Doka could see beneath their expressionless faces; could see through them. He could feel their desperation, their shame.
That was when the mercs sprang their trap...
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Wings worked against wind, as the squad continued their aerial sprint.
In spite of their best efforts, they couldn't close the distance soon enough. They were still much too far from the city to gain any new insight into the attack--too far away to do anything, too far away to even know much of anything.
High Knight Von and Sergeant One-Wing led their respective squads onward, roaring through the air over the high grasses. Locust Spire was just on the edge of the horizon now. Within view, but still out of reach. Already, Von could feel that something was very wrong in the great Jikkellian settlement. Nagging dread in the pit of her gut gnawed at her as she drove forward. For a while, the wind carried with it the smell of smoke and ash. However, now those scents had dissipated, almost as if the wind had suddenly changed directions. The orange-red glow of flame had settled over the city like a corona, when the grand Spire of jade jutting up from the city's skyline first became visible. Now, the glow had softened to the point it may have no longer have been there at all.
And the Spire itself--the city's namesake, and jewel of Jikkellia--did not seem quite right. Von couldn't quite say why, but it seemed somehow... different; wrong; changed in some way.
What was going on? Was this what Lord Vellnoth was trying to tell them?
Come to think of it... what HAD Lord Vellnoth told them? Aside from ordering them to release the Amphibian and the suspected terrorist, there really hadn't been much information relayed, had there?
Von found it strange. She could hardly recall what the Gardener In Green had said, at all. She would've assumed something as life altering as speaking directly to the God of all Jikk would have left a greater impression on her. She'd assumed it would have inspired her mind, rekindled her soul. As it was, the event had hardly done more than leave her confused, feeling like a lost hatchling who'd just been introduced to something they didn't understand; some concept or experience they needed an adult to explain.
Her mind quickly turned from looking inward, to gazing out at the grasses stretched before her. Just ahead. There was movement.
Von glanced over to her right at One-Wing, but the frown on his face told her he'd already noticed the same thing she had.
High Knight Von drew her sword. Like clockwork, every Knight and Spire Watch behind her followed suit, drawing their own weapons. One-Wing was the last to unsheath his blade. He'd only just readied it when the sound and heatwave of an explosion broke out behind them.
The entire rear flank was taken out in a single strike. The remains of those soldiers caught in the blast were sent hurtling to the ground like small blackened meteorites.
"Post-Six!" Von called out.
The soldiers followed their orders--and their training--falling into a new, defensive position. Or, at least, they began to take up the Post-Six formation. They were interrupted partway through by a second explosion.
Where the fuck were the blasts coming from?
More body parts and scorched remains rained down to the landscape below.
"Ground!" One-Wing bellowed.
What was left of their rapidly thinning squad dropped altitude, coming down for a quick landing.
Von frantically scanned the surrounding grasses as she came to a landing with the others. She saw no one. There was no cover, and it was midday. There wasn't anywhere to hide, yet she still didn't see a single soul.
"No one move," said a commanding voice behind her.
Every head swiveled around, to face the assailant.
Von saw one, then three, then six seperate figures appear behind the soldiers. From the corners of her vision, more appeared. She could hear others, by the sound of their bootfalls and the clanking of their armor.
High Knight Von and her entire squad were completely surrounded.
The figures were Nerthran; mothmen of the Jagged Fields Kingdom. A lot of them. Von counted at least fifty, if not more. Ordinarily, Nerthran wore silver robes of fine silk, as part of their customs. These particular mothmen were wearing their robes, but had opted to don silver chainmail overtop the garments--or, in some cases, even steel plate. They wielded exotic-looking weapons. Crecent-shaped waraxes and ornate katanas; elaborately crafted claymores and thrusting blades shaped like wedges of pie. Even their more familiar arms--their longswords, daggers, and polearms--had been crafted in a way that would have intrigued even the greatest Jikkelian blacksmiths. Yet, of all the weaponry these mothfolk wielded, none stood out more than that of the one who'd stepped forward to call out.
The mothman called out a second time, shouting a single word: "Hold!" He held his unique weapon in both hands, gripping it at the center. It was a cold black color; as cold and black as a Lich's heart. It was as long as the mothman was tall. He held it at a tilt so that it crossed his body diagonally, like a large dark strike-through on a warning symbol. It was shaped like a staff. At both ends, it split off into two prongs like a serpent's tongue.
Now, Von began taking notice of the emblems on the breastplates, gauntlets, and bracers of the foes before her. They showed a symbol; a streak of silver running through a pair of moth wings, crossed by two blades. Her mind searched for meaning. After a moment, recognition finally set in.
Stonewing Pillar Mercenary Band.
They were ruthless criminals and sellswords, well-known in Jagged Fields but infamous even in Jikkellia. She'd never dealt with them personally, but she'd learned about them while undergoing the political and diplomacy training required to reach the rank of High Knight.
Bad news. That's what they were.
Von raised her sword. "You're interfering in official business!" This hardly encapsulated the scope of their crime (especially after launching a direct attack) but it was all she could think to say in the moment.
The mothman smiled. "Actually, you're all about to assist us with our business."
One-Wing scoffed at this. "What makes you think we'd do that?"
His smile broadened. "What makes you think you have a choice?"
•2•
They had a single goal now: reach the statue before the worms reached the surface...
Quijj took the lead. Councilor Lemma informed him she had wings of her own and therefore did not require his assistance when it came to flight (and also that if he continued treating her like a stack of lumber he needed to carry around, she was going to smack him silly). Quijj did not argue. The Councilor flew right behind him. And right behind her--bringing up the rear--was Flower-Seed. It was not a position he was particularly fond of--what with the worms on the loose and all--but he certainly wouldn't have wanted to be in front, either. Last wasn't as good as being in the middle, but of course, Flower-Seed was a gentlemen and Lemma was one of the city's honored leaders. So, back of the pack it was for ol' Flower-Seed.
They rushed up through the narrow hole in the cavern tunnel with a furious speed that would have made even a hive of Hellflies envious. The tunnel ended at an old well that had fallen into disrepair. In actuality, it had never really been used as a well to begin with. The 'fallen into disrepair' part--as the Councilor had explained--was just a story the Jikk of the city had always told one another. It was the sort of story that had been told so many times, for so many years, no one really questioned it or gave it a second thought. The truth of it was the Council of Three in Days Now Gone had decided to build a false well to cover the hidden entrance to the old city. It was sort of an emergency entrance, should one ever be needed.
If only those Jikk of the distant past had known their secret tunnel would not be used as an emergency entrance, but rather, an emergency exit. If they had known this, then perhaps Quijj, Flower-Seed, and Councilor Lemma could have avoided the problem they currently faced; *the fact that those same long-dead Jikk of yesteryear had elected to board up the false well so as to keep any hapless citizens or curious younglings from inadvertently stumbling upon their secret drop shaft to the old ruins.
Quijj had grunted something about this not being an issue when the Councilor broke the news of this "minor problem." Flower-Seed was fairly certain the old tavern keeper would have grunted the same grunt of reassurance, no matter what the Councilor had said. Quijj was painting himself more and more as the kind of Jikk who would take a sledgehammer to a door, if his key didn't fit. Grunting all the while.
When they reached the end of the shaft, Flower-Seed already knew what would come next. His hunch was confirmed when Quijj cautioned them to cover their ears. Flower-Seed now saw what would follow quite clearly in his mind. And how had he not seen this coming? Of course the crazy old bastard was going to blast his way out. Because of course he was.
Quijj was a valuable ally to have at a time like this, but once the smoke cleared, Flower-Seed hoped he would never again find himself in any dire situations with Quijj again, anytime soon.
Or ever again, if it could be helped.
When this was all over, if he made it out alive, Flower-Seed decided he was going to curl up on a nice warm cot by a hearth someplace, and sleep for about four straight Sun Cycles. Maybe even five. Six, while he was at it. Why not? He would certainly have earned it, if he managed to survive all of this chaos and bedlam.
There was a brilliant flash of white and orange; a roaring, echoing BOOOOM which ripped through the entire shaft. A loud crashing, splintering sound rose from above. Heat and a gust of hot air hit Flower-Seed in the face.
Then, they were shooting straight up into the air, no longer inside the shaft. The midday sky was above them again, fresh air in their lungs and the city stretched out all around them. The three of them came to a landing on a patch of scraggly blue kaynarr grass. The scattered stone and wood shrapnel that had once pretended to be a well lay scattered about, near the place where they'd made their exit. All that was left of the false well was a dark round hole and a broken ring of stone no higher than Flower-Seed's shin. There were black iron gates closing in a section of scrubby looking Debbler trees. The backs of several houses ran along the gate on one side. On the opposite side, a large warehouse loomed over the trio of . They were standing in a fenced-in raindrop shaped lot that had clearly been set aside for the sole purpose of secluding the well. The droplet shape of the lot came to a soft point between two houses, where a narrow gap had been left. The three of them wordlessly made for the opening.
The Councilor took the lead now. As soon as they'd made it to the other side of the row of houses, she took to wing. Quijj and Flower-Seed did likewise. They flew over the streets and walkways of a rundown residential neighborhood. Flower-Seed saw only a small handful of citizens. They were huddled together in small groups, hugging one another or saying silent prayers.
"What did I miss?" Councilor Lemma asked, looking around. "Is the attack over? And... where in Vellnoth's Name did all these vines come from?"
Flower-Seed tried to answer, but couldn't. He wasn't sure he had an answer. His vision had told him of the threats below ground, but hadn't filled him in on everything above the surface. What he and Quijj had witnessed with the Drill Flies seemed too miraculous to retell.
Quijj grunted. "A savior."
"A savior?" Lemma asked uncertainly.
Flower-Seed nodded. They were flying side by side now. "Yeah." He smiled to himself. It felt good to smile. Even after all the devastation and death, the fact that there had been a savior...
He didn't have the words for it.
They cut across the city, reaching the Cobbler's District in what felt like seconds.
"There's the statue," said the Councilor.
They landed just before the carved jade depiction of the Jikk hero of legend: Kylo the Great. This statue was identical to the one that had been in Lo Syy Tett, in Proeliator Plaza. There was another in front of the City of the Wandering Moon, as well as a fourth statue in Irogon Nath. Or, at least that's what Flower-Seed had been taught as a youngling at the Learning Hall. Kylo the Great had been one of the founders of Lo Syy Tett and Locust Spire. A true hero of all Jikkellia. Or so it was said.
Councilor Lemma hurried over to the back of the statue. There was a crevice just large enough for her hand. She stuck the Y of her fingers into the opening. Her face took on a look of deep concentration. After a moment, a panel was revealed in the base of the statue. There were gears, dials, and a single lever.
"Who would have thought," Flower-Seed mused.
The Councilor got to work. She began turning the gears and dials. Her hands became a blur for a moment as she input the secret sequence. Finally, she pulled the lever. Beneath the statue, there was a sound like gravel spilling from a wheelbarrow. Then, there was only silence for a moment.
Slowly, the statue began to rise several inches from the ground. When it stopped, the panel snapped back into place.
"It's done," said the Counilor, breathing a sigh of relief. "I just hope we weren't too late." There was a sadness in her eyes however.
Flower-Seed offered a sympathetic expression. "A bit overwhelming isn't it?"
Lemma waved a dismissive hand. "No, it's just... the Advisors. I just hope they made it out."
"There was no choice," Quijj said firmly.
"Yeah," Flower-Seed agreed. "We had to seal it off. Otherwise, who knows how fast those things might've spread."
The Councilor nodded. "I know. I know. Still... E'Shesh. She tried to protect me. When they were going to place me under arrest. She stood in front of the knights."
They all fell silent.
After a few moments, the three of them began to glance around at one another. A knowing look crept across all three of their faces. In unison, Councilor Lemma, Quijj, and Flower-Seed all whispered: "The Jailer."
Quijj nodded, giving one of his usual grunts. "Uhh huh." His expression had darkened. The look in his eyes was downright frigid.
Flower-Seed shook his head. "I don't know why, but ever since we were down in the ruins... it's been as if a curtain was lifted, from inside my mind."
Councilor Lemma nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. A part of me was fully aware of The Jailer and his deeds in Lo Syy Tett. Yet... it was almost like... I wouldn't quite call it a trance--I wasn't under any spell, or hypnosis, at least not as best as I can tell--but rather... it's as if I held a kind of complacency toward everything. I can see now how truly horrendous that Jikk is. Him, and what he's been doing. But... he must have had some way of making all of us intentionally ignore the problem."
"Mind Mother," said Quijj. "That'd do it."
Flower-Seed eyed the tavern keeper. "Mind Mother? Are those things even real?"
"Oh, they're quite real," said Lemma. "And if that's the case, it would actually explain a lot. From what little I understand of them, those creatures secrete a psychic enzyme that lulls the minds of those around it. The longer it occupies an area--so long as it's well-fed and undisturbed--the wider its field of influence. The Jailer must have somehow compelled a Mind Mother to do his bidding, and influence the minds of Jikkellians in a way that would further his terrible cause."
Flower-Seed considered this. "But if we're about to realize we were being influenced now... does that mean this Mind Mother is dead?"
"Tough to say," said Quijj.
"Indeed," said Lemma.
Quijj grunted in what might have been alarm, or perhaps frustration. He was gazing up at the sky.
"What is it?" Flower-Seed asked. But he already knew. He saw it too now. "What is that?"
His mind was overtaken with yet another vision. He saw the entrance to the underground ruins, as it was being sealed off. Just before the large stone slab blocked the passageway leading down into the City Before The City, five Jikk leapt through the rapidly shrinkly gap and onto the street. Breathless, they collapsed to the stonework.
A fraction of a second later, something else followed in their wake. It did not land, nor did it collapse onto the street as the Jikk had. Instead, it shot upwards into the air. The stone slab closed what remained of the opening.
But it was already too late.
One of the Jikk lying in the street began to scream. Flower-Seed saw that Temporary Councilor E'Shesh had indeed made it out of the ruins before the entrance closed. She was lying on her back, looking up at the sky with a look of pure terror plastered across her face.
The thing that emerged from the opening ignored the Jikk, however. It continued to climb through the air, until it was high above the vine-covered rooftops and city streets below. It rose higher still, before slowing. It hung there in the sky for several seconds, before rocketing away. It was headed toward a confrontation. Flower-Seed could not quite discern the nature of this confrontation, only that it would decide the fates of a great many.
And somehow, the outsiders were involved. Specifically, the outsider who had served as Locust Spire's unexpected savior.
Flower-Seed only caught a brief glimpse of the thing in his mind's eye, but that had been enough to fill him with a deep, almost existential feeling of dread.
The worms. They had fused together to form a single being. High Knight Pyx's plate armor. The thing was using it.
A giant parasitic worm-thing in platemail. It was coming for the outsider. And there was no stopping it...
The vision broke away. Flower-Seed found himself on his knees with dark green blood dripping from his eyes and mouth. The vision had been too much for him. Whatever had altered his curse--whatever force, whether it be supernatural, or simply the blow he'd taken to the head at the front gates--it had amplified it to a magnitude Flower-Seed could not handle. The previous vision had nearly caused him to black out. This one had almost ruptured his brain. He wasn't sure how many more of these "visions" he could take. The next one might very well kill him.
He slapped his palms down on the sidewalk, gasping for air.
"Are you alright?" Councilor Lemma asked.
Flower-Seed shook his head.
"What is it?" Quijj asked with much urgency. "Vision again? Did you see a mothman?"
Flower-Seed shook his head again, then promptly coughed up a thick glob of blood onto the stonework. He tried to stand, but his legs were much too weak.
Quijj hurried over and hooked an arm around Flower-Seed, helping him up. "Easy now," he whispered.
"Worms," Flower-Seed said, almost choking on the word. "Worm man. Man made of worms. Headed for the outsider." He took a deep breath, and that seemed to help. Not much, but a little.
Quijj eased him into a sitting position, before releasing him. He drew his strange weapon, examining it a moment before turning to the Councilor. "Can you tend to him?"
"Where do you think you're going?" she said in a tone of reproach. Her hands were on her hips. She gave the tavern keeper a look that reminded Flower-Seed of the way his mother used to look at him as a youngling, on evenings when he'd been out causing trouble with his friends.
"To stop it," Quijj said matter-of-factly. He turned back toward the sky, using his weapon to point at a dark, fast moving dot in the distance. The worm-thing. It was traveling at a tremendous rate of speed, trailing away from the city.
"Alright. In that case, I'm coming with you," said the Councilor.
Quijj grunted in disapproval.
"Don't give me that. I'm the High Councilor, afterall. I have a sworn duty."
"I'm coming too," Flower-Seed said, struggling to his feet.
"You can't," Lemma said. "You aren't well."
"I'll be fine. C'mon. Besides... you can't just leave me here on the sidewalk by myself."
Quijj eyed them both a moment, before slowly nodding. "Fine. Just keep behind me."
"Don't tell me what to do," said the Councilor smiling warmly. "I swore to serve and protect my city. That includes every last citizen."
"Humff," Quijj grunted.
Lemma regarded Flower-Seed with some concern. "Can you fly?"
"I think so."
"Alright. Then let's be off."
Quijj nodded, grunting again for what may have been the hundredth time.
•3•
The changes still hadn't fully set in.
He scarsely resembled his former self. His body was similar to that of a Jikk's, but his wings were like those of a giant moth. And his body, his wings, his entire form was entirely comprised of vines and sunflowers.
Doka was still getting accustomed to his new form. He was still getting accustomed to a lot of things. Ever since the outsiders first arrived in Lo Syy Tett, Doka had gone through a transformation even his new body could not fully represent. Which was saying quite a lot, considering his new form was the direct physical manifestation of the personal and metaphysical journey he'd undergone. He had died for Gods' sake!
He had died.
He'd died, but there had been no White Staircase. He hadn't seen the face of his creator. He'd seen only darkness, before his soul took up residency inside the Moon Moth.
So much of what he'd believed his entire life had been a lie. It made him wonder what else might also be a lie. What even was the truth? Did such a thing exist?
He had DIED!
His mind kept shouting the words over and over like a chant, as if reminding him of this fact might spark some greater intuition, or reveal some hidden meaning. It did not. The reminder only compounded his confusion with a whole lot of noise echoing inside his own head.
He had died.
This was a fact he was still grappling with, even now. Really, it had only been his body that had died. His spirit, soul, and mind had remained. He was now in a kind of life after afterlife. It was beyond strange, in a way that caused his brain to ache if he thought about it too long.
What a journey it had been since the duel with the Frog.
Doka had been granted revelation and realization, one after the other, in a constant barrage of perspective-shifting events. He'd been shaken to his very core--changed in the most fundamental sense of the word. He'd become someone completely different. Yet, at the heart of it all, he was still him. He was still Doka. Just a far more enlightened, less xenophobic and ignorant Doka.
However, this enlightenment also allowed him to see the problem; a problem that had not yet come up, but would have to be addressed sooner, rather than later.
The problem was, he'd been granted revelation and realization, without any real reflection. He'd been transformed, but hadn't yet had even a single spare moment to contemplate the meaning of it all. He was experiencing the effects, without fully understanding the causes. He'd been changed without stopping to consider the ramifications of so much change, on so many fundamental levels.
These things troubled him, but they were Deep Troubles of the Long Term. There were other, more urgent troubles to deal with in the meantime.
Doka and the soft shell soared over the open grasses; a flower-moth-grasshopper-hybrid and a curtain of shimmering blue. Doka looked down at the sheet of water below him. David was stretched out like one great flat square, casting no shadow as he passed over the land.
"What's wrong, bud?" asked the soft shell, taking notice of Doka's gaze. "You alright?"
Doka stilled his thoughts. "I want you to listen to me, Soft Shell. There's going to be trouble up ahead."
"Uh, yeah. I know. That's why we're coming to the rescue, remember? Don't tell me you're getting nervous?"
It was still a bit strange to hear the human's familiar voice coming from the shimmering polygon of liquid. Of course, the two of them had encountered far stranger things than this, on their journey. Particularly in the Sands. Doka had an idea that if not for some doing on the part of the cloaked figure, both his and the soft shell's minds would have been permanently shattered by the experience.
Doka said, "I don't mean once we reach the woods. There is an ambush waiting for us, well before then. A group of mercenaries."
The human was silent a moment. "I can't detect anything like that. Are you sure?"
"Aye. I'm certain of it. They're concealing themselves from your Energies ability to discern their plot. I am able to see it because of my connection with things that lie beyond the mortal world."
"Alright, well... we'll just have to take them out quickly, so we can hurry up and save Artie and the others."
"No," Doka said firmly. "I want you to continue on without me."
"What? But why? It doesn't make any sense to split up. We'll be able to deal with them faster if there are two of us."
Doka shook his head. "You don't understand. They are the ones who attacked Locust Spire. This is personal for me. You can't be stalled in reaching the woods. Your mission is far too important."
"Is that their big plan? To keep me fighting them, just to delay us getting to Artie?"
"That isn't their intention, but that will be the result of their actions, regardless. They have another reason for wanting to defeat you and I."
"Okay? Well don't leave me hangin. What's the reason?"
"Retaliation for stopping their attack on Locust Spire, for one. These mercenaries will try and destroy anyone who stands in the way of their goals. They wish to sew chaos and confusion. Anarchy. They don't want us undoing any more of what they have done, or what they plan to do. I can sense a dark plot. They're working with agents of Pharoah Dowlmad."
"I don't know that name, but I get some pretty fuckin' evil views from it, for sure."
"That would be an accurate assessment. The leader of these mercenaries wishes to leave the valley. There is something beyond the God Shelves he seeks, which will grant him unyielding power. Even I cannot discern his full intentions, but these are the things I have been able to determine."
"I see. Well, I still don't understand why you have to try and solo these guys. Let me help you knock 'em around. We can--"
"No," Doka said firmly. "This really is something I must do on my own. Please try and respect my wishes."
Doka could almost feel the human's mind turning, formulating further protest. Then, it was as if the soft shell finally came to a conclusion. Perhaps, he finally understood that this meant something to Doka--that this was important; a meaningful step on the path to redemption.
At last, the soft shell relented. "Alright, alright. Fine. But if you get into any trouble... if it's more than you can handle, or you--"
"I know how I call out to you," Doka said.
The human sighed. "Okay. Then I guess we'll split up. Um... where exactly is this ambush happening, anyhow?"
"Start traveling northward. Your mind will tell you when to correct your course again. That won't delay your arrival any. You would have had to travel North for a ways,, once you reached the woods. You're just doing it a bit sooner than necessary."
"Alright. Will do. Just... be careful, Doka. Okay? Seriously."
"And you as well, soft shell," Doka said. "Gods willing, I will see you again soon."
•4•
Deskant was well-versed in the power names held in the In-Between. This was why he'd worked so hard to become a Named Enforcer of the Stonewing Pillar Mercenary Band, on top of his other titles and stations. Most of the mercs in evidence were only foot soldiers, or Prospects. Leader Rave hadn't wanted all of his best warriors away from Home Base, afterall. The Stonewings were far greater in number and power than they'd ever let on to nonmembers. In their line of work, it was always best to hide your hand. You didn't want your rivals (or even your allies) knowing your full capabilities. Which was exactly why Deskant was joined on his current mission by the lower ranking members and memers-in-training, mostly. However, this was not the case with all of the mercs here in the open grasses. There was Angus the Arsonist, Vizloth the Philter, Gondin the Foul Ozmon the Worm-Wielder, Ujak the Unhinged.
Then, of course, there was him. Deskant the Demolisher. This was a moniker he had earned after many years climbing and clawing his way up the ranks of the band. He now filled the role of Chief Communicator, as well as being Rave's Right Hand when they were away from Home Base (even if that title actually belonged to Xider, whenever Xider wasn't around--like now--Deskant was the one who stepped up).
Rave had dubbed him the Demolisher because that was exactly what he did. He demolished things; people, places, anything and everything in his path.
"Just cooperate and everything will be fine," Deskant said.
The she-Jikk in the plate armor only glared at him.
"Yeah, I don't like those worms either, but they're effective." He waved his hand toward the infected Jikk soldiers. "We'll remove the parasites and we won't release anymore on your city, so long as you keep doing exactly as we say."
Ozmon the Worm-Wielder stepped forward, clutching his strange club--a dark, polished thing which which looked more like two long, slender serpents twisted around a stick than an actual club--and nodded. "All be righted, once we've finished here."
The she-Jikk said, "We shouldn't be negotiating with the likes of you."
Deskant laughed. "Good thing this isn't a negotiation. It's a hostage situation. If you hadn't noticed." His eyes scanned the row of infected Jikk. Half their number were currently inhabited by parasites. The other half were standing behind the she-Jikk and the one who'd identified himself as their Sergeant. "Now, remember... when you see the outsider, you flag him down. That's all you have to do. Leave the rest to us."
"Uh, 'Skant?" Angus said uncertainly.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"They're almost here. I can smell 'em."
Deskant smiled again. This was just too easy. "Alright. Everyone out of sight. Time to do what we do best, fellas."
There was a collective cheer from the other mercs. The lot of them moved into position.
•5•
Zruu--Tri-Hook leader and newly appointed Chief of the Clawhook Bandits in the wake of Chief Xovvo's murder--felt the entire world shift with such remarkable suddenness, that for a moment, he was certain he'd lost his grip on reality. One moment, Zruu had been seated in the bridge of the Black Pyramid beside his fellow Tri-Hook members, Coldcradle and Fann. The next thing the new Bandit Chief knew, he was plopping down hard on his ass in a field of knee-high emerald green grass. He'd been watching a formation of Gliders appear through the viewing window of the bridge. Sky Pirates, he had no doubt. He'd been mentally scrambling for a course of action. His mind had of course first turned to the Pyramid's weapons system. However, just as he was about to suggest this to Coldcradle and Fann, all of a sudden, it was as if his chair had been pulled out from under him--and everything else around him ripped away, right along with it.
"What the FUCK?" Coldcradle bellowed.
Zruu saw his two companions in the grass, just a few short meters away. Fann was there beside Coldcradle, looking furious but saying nothing.
Zruu's eyes burned with rage. "My thoughts exactly." He looked up to the sky. The Pirates. They were up there in the Glider Pods. There were also small Gyff craft as well. Collectively, there were four dozen of the bastards. The Sky Pirates made up three seperate V patterns, while the Walking Stick Men flew in a straight row side-by-side. Together, they made what looked like three arrows and line segment. And there, in the patch of sky between them, was the place where the Black Pyramid had been. The place where Zruu himself had been, on the bridge of the Pyramid.
But the Pyramid was gone. And now, Zruu was down here on the ground.
It made no fucking sense.
"Uh, Chief?" Coldcradle said warily.
Zruu took his eyes away from the sky and leveled his gaze at the other Bandit. "What?"
Coldcradle pointed at something lying in the grass a few feet to his left.
Zruu cocked his head to one side. Then, he was back up on his feet in an instant. "Is that who I think it is?"
But he already knew it was. There, motionless on the ground, was the Vakk Onillcoth had sent as honorary reinforcement. Lequell's body was covered in so much blood, it barely looked like a body. Really, it looked more like a slab of meat glazed in strawberry jam. Zruu had never seen tickman blood before. He was mildly surprised to know it wasn't green, or yellow like many Insectoids. It was a deep maroon, much like his own blood.
Lequell's head was cleaner than the rest of him. Probably because his head had been separated from his body. It was sitting face up a few paces from his bloodied corpse. His lifeless eyes stared up at the sun. They'd gone a dull gray color, instead of their usual black.
Zruu had seen more dead bodies than he could ever recount. Seeing one more now meant about as much as any of the others had. He felt nothing for the Vakk he'd barely known. If anything, he considered him weak for dying so easily. And so soon before their mission was complete.
Zruu raised his boot and punted Lequell's head through the air. It shot up at an arc, before disappearing in the high grass. He turned to the other Bandits. *"What the fuck do we do now? How the fuck did we lose the fucking Pyramid?"
He kicked Lequell's body hard enough to splatter some of the blood, painting several blade of grass burgundy.
"Ziilkdamnit! Now I've got blood on my boot." He turned his foot sideways and attempted to rub the drying fluids off onto the dirt. This mostly worked, but there remained a streak of the stuff he couldn't quite wipe away. "Ziilkdamnit," he cursed again.
"Was it the Pirates?" Coldcradle asked.
Zruu glanced up at the sky. The Pirates had broken their formations and were now flying in a disorganized swarm. They were headed east. They didn't seem to have any interest in the three Bandits down on the ground far below them, from what Zruu could tell. "My gut says no. I think those Sky Pirates and Gyff are just as confused as we are. I have no fucking clue what just happened, but I can tell you one thing... we're gonna get Chief Xovvo's Pyramid back. I don't give a shit what it takes. If it costs all three of us our lives. We're gonna get that damned thing back."
"A Pharoah had to be involved," Coldcradle said. "They're the only ones who could pull something like this off."
Fann nodded his agreement. "That bitch Camaria, most likely."
"I don't give a shit," Zruu said. "Pharoah or no Pharoah. We're getting it back." He locked eyes with Coldcradle, then with Fann, before looking off toward the horizon. "But first... we're gonna keep heading where we were headed. We're gonna deal with the she-ant before we do anything else. We don't have the Pyramid now, but we won't need it. I'll kill her with my bare hands if I have to."
Coldcradle said, "Then let's get to it. Let's hunt that bitch down. For the Chief."
Zruu and Fann voiced a howl of agreement. "For Chief Xovvo!" they said together.
The three members of the Tri-Hook took to wing. The only thing on any of their minds was murder...
•6
"What's the matter?" Flower-Seed asked. His tone was that of someone trying to hide the fact they were in a great deal of pain.
Councilor Lemma studied his face closely. The two of them were flying side-by-side over the city, with Quijj just up ahead. The elderly tavern keeper insisted on taking the lead, it seemed. It was just as well. Lemma had wanted to stay back with Flower-Seed to make sure he was alright. He definitely wasn't alright, but wouldn't admit it.
As much as Flower-Seed's condition concerned her, it was the scene down below--down on the city streets--that concerned Lemma the most. She turned back to the group of younglings she'd spotted.
She and Flower-Seed had a bird's eye view of what remained of Elgganath Parkway in the eastern part of Locust Spire. Just as they'd flown past one of the only large structures that hadn't been reduced to rubble here, they'd caught Lemma's eye almost immediately. There were close to three dozen in all. Younglings no older than adolescents. Some of them were sitting on the sidewalk with their heads between their legs. Some of them were embracing one another. Many of them were simply standing in place, looking up and down the street as if they had no idea what to do, or where to go. Several of them were huddled together, speaking in frightened voices.
Lemma slowed her acceleration to a crawl. Seeing this, after a moment, Flower-Seed did the same.
Quijj craned his neck to look back at them. "You alright?"
Lemma nodded. "Yes." And after a moment's contemplation, she added: "You can go on without me."
Flower-Seed opened his mouth to say something. Then he saw the younglings. He looked from the group below, then back to Lemma. Understanding dawned on his face. He slowly nodded. "Go on without me, as well." After taking a brief moment just as Lemma had, he said (somewhat hesitantly), "If you can manage on your own, that is."
Quijj nodded in response, giving them a grunt of aye, before flying onward.
Lemma and Flower-Seed hung there in the air, and watched Quijj disappear behind a row of vine-covered warehouses. Lemma sighed, turning to Flower-Seed. "The city just suffered a horrible tragedy. They need their leader."
Flower-Seed nodded. "I know."
"Especially the youth. They look completely lost. Without hope. The fire and the explosions are over, but now they need guidance to know how to pick up the pieces."
"I know," Flower-Seed repeated, punctuating the words with a gentle smile. "Well... what do ya say we get down there? See how many we can reunite with their parents."
Lemma returned his smile. "I just hope most of their parents are still alive."
Flower-Seed looked away. "Yeah." He shook his head. "Gods. What a harsh world this is."
"It is. But as long as I'm around, there will always be hope left. That's what they need to see. The Jikk of this city. They need to see the light of hope still shines upon them. Even in darkness. There is always hope."
•7•
Doka could sense the terrible power radiating off the figures just ahead. There was a Fragment User in their midst. As well as multiple masters of the Old Arts and Dark Channels.
And there was something even greater. He could feel it, like a vibration inside his brain.
As he drew closer, he saw the Jikk he was supposed to see, and the mothmen he wasn't. One of the mercs was utilizing a Cyphering technique to hide their presence. Doka could only see them through his connection with the Realms beyond life, beyond mortals.
Doka flew faster, closer, closing in on them.
One of the Jikk--a she-Jikk High Knight named Von, Doka saw--held up her arms and began waving at him. She was trying to flag him down. Doka had no doubt, this was what she'd been instructed to do. The Jikk weren't apart of this. They were only pawns, used by the mercs.
Doka dove down, came to a landing.
In his new form, he could speak to more than just the soft shell. He called out to the High Knight. "It's alright. I know you've done all you could."
The High Knight and the other Jikk stared back at him, stonefaced. Doka could see beneath their expressionless faces; could see through them. He could feel their desperation, their shame.
That was when the mercs sprang their trap...
2023.03.24 21:39 shaqkage Been using this team since the beginning as it's my favorite one, although I've only been able to peak at the early 1400s. Any tips on using it?
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2023.03.24 21:32 smaoshakjjei I press some good weed with curling iron. The paper is sticky but cant scrape up anything. What i do wrong? 230c
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2023.03.24 21:02 YabbaTroll So I got bored and made a list of every vehicles ammo detonation chance from the datamined stats
https://i.imgur.com/5cHKkRj.png
Disclaimer : this is just each tanks internal "detonateProb" value. There's gonna be a lot more that determines whether you can oneshot a tank by ammoracking.
Ammo armor is best armor?
Germany suffers??
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Disclaimer : this is just each tanks internal "detonateProb" value. There's gonna be a lot more that determines whether you can oneshot a tank by ammoracking.
- 0.08 : CM25
- 0.08 : ␗M113A1 (TOW)
- 0.08 : ␗M18 GMC
- 0.08 : ␗M24
- 0.08 : ␗M42
- 0.08 : ZSD63/PG87
- 0.08 : AMX-13
- 0.08 : AMX-13 (SS.11)
- 0.08 : AMX-13-90
- 0.08 : AMX-13-M24
- 0.08 : AMX-13 DCA 40
- 0.08 : AMX-13 (FL11)
- 0.08 : AMX-13 (HOT)
- 0.08 : Char 25t
- 0.08 : E.B.R. (1951)
- 0.08 : E.B.R. (1954)
- 0.08 : E.B.R. (1963)
- 0.08 : Gepard 1A2
- 0.08 : Gepard
- 0.08 : AMX-13
- 0.08 : Hovet
- 0.08 : Machbet
- 0.08 : Dardo
- 0.08 : M113A1 (TOW)
- 0.08 : ▄M18
- 0.08 : ▄M24
- 0.08 : SIDAM 25
- 0.08 : SIDAM 25 (Mistral)
- 0.08 : VCC-80/30
- 0.08 : VCC-80/60
- 0.08 : ▅M19A1
- 0.08 : ▅M24
- 0.08 : ▅M42
- 0.08 : SUB-I-II
- 0.08 : Type 89
- 0.08 : ASRAD-R
- 0.08 : UDES 33
- 0.08 : VEAK 40
- 0.08 : ADATS (M113)
- 0.08 : Crusader AA Mk I
- 0.08 : Crusader AA Mk II
- 0.08 : Crusader AA Mk II
- 0.08 : Falcon
- 0.08 : ADATS
- 0.08 : AMX-13
- 0.08 : AMX-13-90
- 0.08 : LAV-AD
- 0.08 : M163
- 0.08 : M18 GMC
- 0.08 : M18 "Black Cat"
- 0.08 : "Racing" M18
- 0.08 : Super Hellcat
- 0.08 : M19A1
- 0.08 : M24
- 0.08 : M24 (TL)
- 0.08 : M3A3 Bradley
- 0.08 : M3 Bradley
- 0.08 : M42
- 0.08 : M901
- 0.15 : BT-5
- 0.15 : AFT09
- 0.15 : ␗ISU-122
- 0.15 : ␗ISU-152
- 0.15 : ␗IS-2
- 0.15 : IS-2 No.402
- 0.15 : ␗IS-2 mod.1944
- 0.15 : LVT(A)(4) (ZiS-2)
- 0.15 : ␗M10 GMC
- 0.15 : ␗M36 GMC
- 0.15 : ␗M3A3 Stuart
- 0.15 : ␗M3A3 (1st PTG)
- 0.15 : ␗M48A1
- 0.15 : ␗M4A1 (75) W
- 0.15 : ␗M4A4
- 0.15 : ␗M4A4 (1st PTG)
- 0.15 : ␗M5A1
- 0.15 : ␗M8 HMC
- 0.15 : M41D
- 0.15 : Object 122MT "MC"
- 0.15 : PTL02
- 0.15 : ␗PT-76
- 0.15 : ␗Sd.Kfz.222
- 0.15 : ␗SU-100
- 0.15 : ␗SU-76M
- 0.15 : Type 59
- 0.15 : ZTZ59D1
- 0.15 : Type 62
- 0.15 : Type 63-I
- 0.15 : M64
- 0.15 : Type 69-IIa
- 0.15 : T-69 II G
- 0.15 : ZBD86
- 0.15 : Ha-Go
- 0.15 : ␗Chi-Ha
- 0.15 : ␗Chi-Ha Kai
- 0.15 : ␗T-26
- 0.15 : T-26 No.531
- 0.15 : ␗T-34 (1943)
- 0.15 : WMA301
- 0.15 : WZ1001(E) LCT
- 0.15 : ZLT11
- 0.15 : ZTS63
- 0.15 : ZTZ59A
- 0.15 : ZTZ88A
- 0.15 : ZTZ96
- 0.15 : ZTZ96A
- 0.15 : ZTZ96A (P)
- 0.15 : ZTZ96A
- 0.15 : ZTZ99-II
- 0.15 : ZTZ99A
- 0.15 : ZTZ99-III
- 0.15 : AMC.34 YR
- 0.15 : AMC.35 (ACG.1)
- 0.15 : AMD.35
- 0.15 : AML-90
- 0.15 : AMR.35 ZT3
- 0.15 : AMX-10RC
- 0.15 : AMX-30 DCA
- 0.15 : AMX-32
- 0.15 : AMX-32 (105)
- 0.15 : AMX-40
- 0.15 : AMX-50 (TOA100)
- 0.15 : AMX-50 (TO90/930)
- 0.15 : AMX-50 Foch
- 0.15 : AMX-50 Surblindé
- 0.15 : ELC bis
- 0.15 : AMX M4
- 0.15 : ARL-44
- 0.15 : ARL-44 (ACL-1)
- 0.15 : B1 bis
- 0.15 : B1 ter
- 0.15 : CCKW 353 AA
- 0.15 : 2C
- 0.15 : 2C bis
- 0.15 : P.7.T AA
- 0.15 : ▄ItO 90M
- 0.15 : ▄Crusader Mk.II
- 0.15 : FCM.36
- 0.15 : H.35
- 0.15 : H.39
- 0.15 : H.39 "Cambronne"
- 0.15 : Leclerc
- 0.15 : Leclerc S2
- 0.15 : Leclerc SXXI
- 0.15 : CA Lorraine
- 0.15 : Lorraine 155 Mle.50
- 0.15 : Lorraine 37L
- 0.15 : Lorraine 40t
- 0.15 : LVT-4/40
- 0.15 : ▄M10 GMC
- 0.15 : ▄M36B2
- 0.15 : ▄M3A3 Stuart
- 0.15 : ▄M4A1
- 0.15 : M4A1 (FL10)
- 0.15 : ▄M4A3E2
- 0.15 : ▄M4A3 (105)
- 0.15 : M4A4 (SA50)
- 0.15 : ▄M4A4
- 0.15 : Panther "Dauphiné"
- 0.15 : D2
- 0.15 : R.35 (SA38)
- 0.15 : S.35
- 0.15 : SAu 40
- 0.15 : Somua SM
- 0.15 : SANTAL
- 0.15 : MEPHISTO
- 0.15 : 3.7 cm FlaK 36
- 0.15 : 7.5 cm PaK 40
- 0.15 : Begleitpanzer 57
- 0.15 : SPz BMP-1
- 0.15 : Turm III
- 0.15 : Flakpanzer 38
- 0.15 : Kugelblitz
- 0.15 : Ostwind
- 0.15 : Ostwind II
- 0.15 : Wirbelwind
- 0.15 : Flakpanzer I
- 0.15 : Flakpanzer 341
- 0.15 : FlaRakRad
- 0.15 : ▀Pz.Kpfw. Churchill
- 0.15 : Jagdpanzer 38(t)
- 0.15 : Jagdpanzer IV
- 0.15 : JPz 4-5
- 0.15 : ◊T-72M1
- 0.15 : ▀KV-IB
- 0.15 : ▀KW I C 756 (r)
- 0.15 : ▀KW II 754 (r)
- 0.15 : Leopard 1A5
- 0.15 : Leopard 2A4
- 0.15 : Leopard 2 (PzBtl 123)
- 0.15 : Leopard 2A5
- 0.15 : ␙Leopard 2A5
- 0.15 : Leopard 2A6
- 0.15 : Leopard 2AV
- 0.15 : Leopard 2K
- 0.15 : Leopard 2 PL
- 0.15 : PT-16/T14 mod.
- 0.15 : Leopard A1A1 (L/44)
- 0.15 : C2A1
- 0.15 : Leopard I
- 0.15 : Leopard A1A1
- 0.15 : leKPz M41
- 0.15 : DF105
- 0.15 : mKPz M47 G
- 0.15 : M48A2 C
- 0.15 : M48A2 G A2
- 0.15 : M48 Super
- 0.15 : Nb.Fz.
- 0.15 : Panther II
- 0.15 : Panther II
- 0.15 : Pz.Bef.Wg.IV J
- 0.15 : Bfw. Jagdpanther G1
- 0.15 : Pz.Bef.Wg.VI P
- 0.15 : Panzerjäger I
- 0.15 : Nashorn
- 0.15 : Jagdpanther G1
- 0.15 : Jagdtiger
- 0.15 : Elefant
- 0.15 : Ferdinand
- 0.15 : 15 cm Pz.W.42
- 0.15 : Pz.35(t)
- 0.15 : Pz.35(t) RM
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz. 140/1
- 0.15 : Pz.38(t) A
- 0.15 : Pz.38(t) F
- 0.15 : Marder III
- 0.15 : Marder III H
- 0.15 : E-100
- 0.15 : Pz.III B
- 0.15 : Pz.III E
- 0.15 : Pz.III F
- 0.15 : Pz.III J1
- 0.15 : Pz.III J
- 0.15 : Pz.III J1 TD
- 0.15 : Pz.III L
- 0.15 : Pz.III L
- 0.15 : Pz.III M
- 0.15 : Pz.III N
- 0.15 : Pz.II F
- 0.15 : Pz.Sfl.Ic
- 0.15 : Pz.IV E
- 0.15 : Pz.IV F1
- 0.15 : Pz.IV F2
- 0.15 : Pz.IV G
- 0.15 : Pz.IV H
- 0.15 : Pz.IV J
- 0.15 : Maus
- 0.15 : Tiger E
- 0.15 : Tiger H1
- 0.15 : ␠Tiger
- 0.15 : Tiger H1
- 0.15 : VK 45.01 (P)
- 0.15 : Panther F
- 0.15 : Panther G
- 0.15 : Sturer Emil
- 0.15 : Dicker Max
- 0.15 : Panzer IV/70(V)
- 0.15 : Panzer IV/70(A)
- 0.15 : Radkampfwagen 90
- 0.15 : RakJPz 2
- 0.15 : RakJPz 2 (HOT)
- 0.15 : Ru 251
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.221 (s.Pz.B.41)
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.222
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.234/1
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.234/2
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.234/2 TD
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.234/3
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.234/4
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.251/10
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.251/21
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.251/22
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz.251/9
- 0.15 : Sd.Kfz. 6/2
- 0.15 : 8,8 cm Flak 37 Sfl.
- 0.15 : StuG III A
- 0.15 : StuG III F
- 0.15 : StuG III G
- 0.15 : StuH 42 G
- 0.15 : 38 cm Sturmmörser
- 0.15 : 38 cm Sturmmörser
- 0.15 : Brummbär
- 0.15 : TAM
- 0.15 : TAM 2C
- 0.15 : TAM 2IP
- 0.15 : Class 3 (P)
- 0.15 : ▀T 34 747 (r)
- 0.15 : VFW
- 0.15 : VT1-2
- 0.15 : Waffenträger
- 0.15 : Sho't
- 0.15 : Sho't Kal Alef
- 0.15 : Sho't Kal Dalet
- 0.15 : Sho't Kal Gimel
- 0.15 : Magach 1
- 0.15 : Magach 2
- 0.15 : Magach 3 (ERA)
- 0.15 : Magach 3
- 0.15 : Magach 5
- 0.15 : Magach 6
- 0.15 : Magach 6A
- 0.15 : Magach 6B
- 0.15 : Magach 6C
- 0.15 : Magach 6M
- 0.15 : Magach 6R
- 0.15 : M-51
- 0.15 : M-51 (W)
- 0.15 : TCM-20
- 0.15 : Tiran 4
- 0.15 : Tiran 4S
- 0.15 : ZSU-23-4
- 0.15 : Turan II
- 0.15 : Zrinyi I
- 0.15 : AB 41
- 0.15 : AB 43
- 0.15 : Ariete AMV
- 0.15 : AS 42/47
- 0.15 : AS 42
- 0.15 : AUBL/74 HVG
- 0.15 : Centauro I 105
- 0.15 : Centauro I 105 R
- 0.15 : C13 T90
- 0.15 : Ariete
- 0.15 : Ariete (P)
- 0.15 : Ariete PSO
- 0.15 : Centauro I 120
- 0.15 : FIAT 6614
- 0.15 : AUBL/74
- 0.15 : L3/33 CC
- 0.15 : L6/40
- 0.15 : L6/40 (31 Rgt.)
- 0.15 : Lancia 3Ro (100/17)
- 0.15 : ▄Leopard 1A5
- 0.15 : M11/39
- 0.15 : M13/40 (I)
- 0.15 : M13/40 (II)
- 0.15 : M13/40 (III)
- 0.15 : M14/41
- 0.15 : M14/41 (47/40)
- 0.15 : M15/42
- 0.15 : M42 Contraereo
- 0.15 : M36B1
- 0.15 : ▄M3A3
- 0.15 : M47 (105/55)
- 0.15 : ▄M4A4
- 0.15 : OF-40
- 0.15 : OF-40 Mk.2A
- 0.15 : OF-40 (MTCA)
- 0.15 : OTOMATIC
- 0.15 : R3 T106 FA
- 0.15 : R3 T20 FA-HS
- 0.15 : ▄Pz.III N
- 0.15 : ▄Pz.IV G
- 0.15 : P40 "G.C. Leoncello"
- 0.15 : P40
- 0.15 : Celere Sahariano
- 0.15 : Breda 501
- 0.15 : 47/32 L40
- 0.15 : 90/53 M41M
- 0.15 : 75/18 M41
- 0.15 : 75/32 M41
- 0.15 : 75/34 M42
- 0.15 : 105/25 M43
- 0.15 : M43 "G.C.Leoncello"
- 0.15 : 75/34 M43
- 0.15 : 75/46 M43
- 0.15 : ▄M4 Hybrid
- 0.15 : ▄Sherman Vc
- 0.15 : M4 Tipo IC
- 0.15 : ▄StuG III G
- 0.15 : Toldi IIA
- 0.15 : VBC (PT2)
- 0.15 : VRCC
- 0.15 : Ro-Go Exp.
- 0.15 : ▅M36
- 0.15 : ▅M41A1
- 0.15 : ▅M47
- 0.15 : ▅M4A3 (76) W
- 0.15 : Chi-Ha LG
- 0.15 : ▅Heavy Tank No.6
- 0.15 : ST-A1
- 0.15 : ST-A2
- 0.15 : ST-A3
- 0.15 : STB-1
- 0.15 : TKX
- 0.15 : Type 10
- 0.15 : Type 16
- 0.15 : Type 16 (P)
- 0.15 : Type 16 (FPS)
- 0.15 : Chi-He
- 0.15 : Chi-He (5th Regiment)
- 0.15 : Ho-I
- 0.15 : Ka-Mi
- 0.15 : Chi-Nu
- 0.15 : Chi-Nu II
- 0.15 : Ho-Ni I
- 0.15 : Ho-Ni III
- 0.15 : Ka-Chi
- 0.15 : Chi-To
- 0.15 : Chi-To Late
- 0.15 : Ho-Ro
- 0.15 : Chi-Ri II
- 0.15 : Ho-Ri Production
- 0.15 : Ho-Ri Prototype
- 0.15 : Na-To
- 0.15 : Type 60 ATM
- 0.15 : Type 60 SPRG (C)
- 0.15 : Type 61
- 0.15 : Type 74 (E)
- 0.15 : Type 74 (C)
- 0.15 : Type 74 (F)
- 0.15 : Type 74 (G)
- 0.15 : Type 75 SPH
- 0.15 : Type 75 MLRS
- 0.15 : Type 87
- 0.15 : Type 87 RCV
- 0.15 : I-Go Ko
- 0.15 : Type 90
- 0.15 : Type 90 (B)
- 0.15 : Type 93
- 0.15 : Ha-Go
- 0.15 : Ha-Go Commander
- 0.15 : Ro-Go
- 0.15 : So-Ki
- 0.15 : Chi-Ha
- 0.15 : Chi-Ha Short Gun
- 0.15 : Chi-Ha Kai
- 0.15 : Chi-Ha Kai TD
- 0.15 : Ke-Ni
- 0.15 : Ta-Se
- 0.15 : ▄Comet I
- 0.15 : Bkan 1C
- 0.15 : BT-42
- 0.15 : ▄Charioteer Mk VII
- 0.15 : ItO 90M
- 0.15 : CV 90105
- 0.15 : CV 90120
- 0.15 : Ikv 103
- 0.15 : Ikv 72
- 0.15 : Ikv 73
- 0.15 : Ikv 91
- 0.15 : Ikv 91-105
- 0.15 : ItPsV 90
- 0.15 : Lago I
- 0.15 : U-SH 405
- 0.15 : Leopard 1A5NO
- 0.15 : ▄Leopard 2A4
- 0.15 : ▄Leopard 2A6
- 0.15 : Lvkv 42
- 0.15 : Lvkv 9040C
- 0.15 : Lvrbv 701
- 0.15 : L-62 ANTI II
- 0.15 : Pbil m/40
- 0.15 : Pbv 302 (BILL)
- 0.15 : ▄PT-76
- 0.15 : Pvkv II
- 0.15 : Pvkv III
- 0.15 : Pvkv m/43 (1946)
- 0.15 : Pvkv m/43 (1963)
- 0.15 : Pvrbv 551
- 0.15 : ▄Pz.IV
- 0.15 : SAV 20.12.48
- 0.15 : Sav m/43 (1944)
- 0.15 : Sav m/43 (1946)
- 0.15 : Spj fm/43-44
- 0.15 : Strf 9040 BILL
- 0.15 : Strf 9040B
- 0.15 : Strf 9040C
- 0.15 : Strv 101
- 0.15 : Strv 103A
- 0.15 : Strv 103С
- 0.15 : Strv 103-0
- 0.15 : Strv 104
- 0.15 : Strv 105
- 0.15 : Strv 121
- 0.15 : Strv 122A
- 0.15 : Strv 122B PLSS
- 0.15 : Strv 74
- 0.15 : Strv 81
- 0.15 : Strv 81 (RB 52)
- 0.15 : Strv m/31
- 0.15 : Strv m/38
- 0.15 : Strv m/39
- 0.15 : Strv m/39 TD
- 0.15 : Strv m/40L
- 0.15 : Strv m/41 S-I
- 0.15 : Strv m/41 S-II
- 0.15 : Strv m/42 DT
- 0.15 : Strv m/42 EH
- 0.15 : Lvtdgb m/40
- 0.15 : ▄T-28
- 0.15 : ▄T-34
- 0.15 : ▄T-54
- 0.15 : T-72M1
- 0.15 : T 80 U
- 0.15 : Vickers Mk.E
- 0.15 : ▄T-26E
- 0.15 : Achilles
- 0.15 : Achilles (65 Rg.)
- 0.15 : Gun Carrier (3-in)
- 0.15 : Tetrarch I
- 0.15 : Independent
- 0.15 : Cromwell I
- 0.15 : Cromwell V
- 0.15 : Cromwell V (RP-3)
- 0.15 : Challenger
- 0.15 : Avenger
- 0.15 : Tortoise
- 0.15 : A.C.I
- 0.15 : A.C.IV
- 0.15 : Alecto I
- 0.15 : AEC Mk II
- 0.15 : AEC AA
- 0.15 : Matilda III
- 0.15 : A13 Mk I
- 0.15 : A13 Mk I (3rd R.T.R.)
- 0.15 : A13 Mk II
- 0.15 : A13 Mk II 1939
- 0.15 : Churchill III
- 0.15 : Churchill VII
- 0.15 : Churchill Crocodile
- 0.15 : Churchill I
- 0.15 : Excelsior
- 0.15 : Comet I
- 0.15 : Comet I "Iron Duke IV"
- 0.15 : Black Prince
- 0.15 : Bosvark
- 0.15 : Centurion Action X
- 0.15 : Centurion Mk 1
- 0.15 : Centurion Mk 10
- 0.15 : Centurion Mk 3
- 0.15 : ▄Strv 81 (RB 52)
- 0.15 : Centurion Mk.5 AVRE
- 0.15 : Centurion Mk.5/1
- 0.15 : ▄Sho't Kal Dalet
- 0.15 : Charioteer Mk VII
- 0.15 : Chieftain Marksman
- 0.15 : Chieftain Mk 3
- 0.15 : Chieftain Mk 5
- 0.15 : Churchill NA75
- 0.15 : Concept 3
- 0.15 : Conqueror
- 0.15 : Crusader II
- 0.15 : Crusader "The Saint"
- 0.15 : Crusader III
- 0.15 : Eland 90 Mk.7
- 0.15 : Striker
- 0.15 : Caernarvon
- 0.15 : Conway
- 0.15 : FV4005
- 0.15 : FV4202
- 0.15 : Swingfire
- 0.15 : Warrior
- 0.15 : G6
- 0.15 : Khalid
- 0.15 : Stuart III
- 0.15 : Stuart I
- 0.15 : Matilda Hedgehog
- 0.15 : Grant I
- 0.15 : Olifant Mk.1A
- 0.15 : Olifant Mk.2
- 0.15 : QF 3.7 Ram
- 0.15 : Ratel 20
- 0.15 : Ratel 90
- 0.15 : ZT3A2
- 0.15 : Rooikat 105
- 0.15 : Rooikat Mk.1D
- 0.15 : Rooikat MTTD
- 0.15 : ZA-35
- 0.15 : Sherman IC "Trzyniec"
- 0.15 : Sherman II
- 0.15 : Sherman Firefly
- 0.15 : Skink
- 0.15 : Archer
- 0.15 : Stormer HVM
- 0.15 : Staghound AA
- 0.15 : TTD
- 0.15 : Valentine I
- 0.15 : Valentine XI
- 0.15 : Valentine IX
- 0.15 : VFM5
- 0.15 : Vickers Mk.1
- 0.15 : Vickers Mk.3
- 0.15 : Vickers Mk.7
- 0.15 : Light AA Mk I
- 0.15 : Ystervark
- 0.15 : 2S25
- 0.15 : 2S25M
- 0.15 : 2S38
- 0.15 : 2S3M
- 0.15 : Strela-10M2
- 0.15 : Shturm-S
- 0.15 : Khrizantema-S
- 0.15 : ASU-57
- 0.15 : ASU-85
- 0.15 : ▂MK-II "Matilda"
- 0.15 : BA-11
- 0.15 : BMD-4
- 0.15 : BMP-1
- 0.15 : BMP-2
- 0.15 : BMP-2M
- 0.15 : BMP-3
- 0.15 : BM-13N
- 0.15 : BM-8-24
- 0.15 : BTR-152A
- 0.15 : BTR-ZD
- 0.15 : BT-5
- 0.15 : BT-7A (F-32)
- 0.15 : BT-7
- 0.15 : BT-7 TD
- 0.15 : BT-7M
- 0.15 : ISU-122
- 0.15 : ISU-122S
- 0.15 : ISU-152
- 0.15 : IS-2
- 0.15 : IS-2 (1944)
- 0.15 : IS-2 No.321
- 0.15 : IS-2 "Revenge"
- 0.15 : IS-3
- 0.15 : IS-4M
- 0.15 : IS-4M
- 0.15 : IS-6
- 0.15 : IS-7
- 0.15 : IT-1
- 0.15 : KV-122
- 0.15 : KV-1E
- 0.15 : KV-1S
- 0.15 : KV-1 (ZiS-5)
- 0.15 : KV-220
- 0.15 : KV-2 (1939)
- 0.15 : KV-2 (1940)
- 0.15 : KV-2 (ZiS-6)
- 0.15 : KV-85
- 0.15 : ▂M3 Medium
- 0.15 : ▂M4A2
- 0.15 : Object 268
- 0.15 : Object 279
- 0.15 : Object 685
- 0.15 : Object 906
- 0.15 : Pantsir-S1
- 0.15 : PT-76B
- 0.15 : PT-76-57
- 0.15 : ▂T-III
- 0.15 : RBT-5
- 0.15 : SMK
- 0.15 : SU-100P
- 0.15 : SU-100Y
- 0.15 : SU-100
- 0.15 : SU-122
- 0.15 : SU-122P
- 0.15 : SU-122-54
- 0.15 : SU-152
- 0.15 : SU-57
- 0.15 : SU-57B
- 0.15 : SU-5-1
- 0.15 : SU-76D
- 0.15 : SU-76M
- 0.15 : SU-76M (5th Gv.Kav.Corps)
- 0.15 : SU-85A
- 0.15 : SU-85M
- 0.15 : SU-85
- 0.15 : ▂Type 62
- 0.15 : T-10A
- 0.15 : T-10M
- 0.15 : T-126
- 0.15 : T-26E
- 0.15 : T-26
- 0.15 : T-26 (1st Gv.T.Br.)
- 0.15 : T-26-4
- 0.15 : T-28
- 0.15 : T-28E
- 0.15 : T-28 (1938)
- 0.15 : T-34E
- 0.15 : T-34E STZ
- 0.15 : T-34 (Prototype)
- 0.15 : T-34 (1941)
- 0.15 : T-34-57
- 0.15 : T-34 (1st Gv.T.Br.)
- 0.15 : T-34 (1940)
- 0.15 : T-34 (1942)
- 0.15 : T-34-57 (1943)
- 0.15 : T-35
- 0.15 : T-44
- 0.15 : T-44-100
- 0.15 : T-44-122
- 0.15 : T-50
- 0.15 : T-50
- 0.15 : T-54 (1947)
- 0.15 : T-54 (1949)
- 0.15 : T-54 (1951)
- 0.15 : T-60
- 0.15 : T-70
- 0.15 : T-72A
- 0.15 : T-72AV (TURMS-T)
- 0.15 : T-72B
- 0.15 : T-72B3
- 0.15 : T-72B3
- 0.15 : T-72B (1989)
- 0.15 : T-72M2 Moderna
- 0.15 : T-80
- 0.15 : T-80B
- 0.15 : T-80BVM
- 0.15 : T-80U
- 0.15 : T-80UK
- 0.15 : T-80UM2
- 0.15 : T-80U
- 0.15 : ␙T-80U
- 0.15 : Т-90А
- 0.15 : ▂МК-IX "Valentine"
- 0.15 : ZiS-12 (94-KM)
- 0.15 : ZiS-30
- 0.15 : ZiS-43
- 0.15 : 2S6
- 0.15 : ZSU-23-4
- 0.15 : YaG-10 (29-K)
- 0.15 : ZSU-37
- 0.15 : ZSU-37-2
- 0.15 : ZUT-37
- 0.15 : AGS
- 0.15 : CCVL
- 0.15 : M13 MGMC
- 0.15 : M15 CGMC
- 0.15 : M3 GMC
- 0.15 : HSTV-L
- 0.15 : ▃LVT(A)(4) (ZIS-2)
- 0.15 : LVT(A)(1)
- 0.15 : ○LVT(A)(1)
- 0.15 : LVT(A)(4)
- 0.15 : M10 GMC
- 0.15 : M103
- 0.15 : M1128
- 0.15 : M1128 Wolfpack
- 0.15 : M22
- 0.15 : M247
- 0.15 : M26E1
- 0.15 : M2A2
- 0.15 : M2A4
- 0.15 : M2A4 (1st Arm.Div.)
- 0.15 : M2
- 0.15 : M36 GMC
- 0.15 : M36B2
- 0.15 : M3A1 Stuart
- 0.15 : M3A1 (USMC)
- 0.15 : M3 Lee
- 0.15 : M3 Stuart
- 0.15 : M41A1
- 0.15 : M46
- 0.15 : M46 "Tiger"
- 0.15 : M47
- 0.15 : M48A1
- 0.15 : M4A1
- 0.15 : M4A1 (76) W
- 0.15 : M4A2 (1944)
- 0.15 : ▀M4 748 (a)
- 0.15 : M4A2 (76) W
- 0.15 : M4A2 (76) W
- 0.15 : M4A2
- 0.15 : M4A3E2 (76) W
- 0.15 : M4A3E2
- 0.15 : Cobra King
- 0.15 : M4A3 (76) W
- 0.15 : M4A3 (105)
- 0.15 : M4A5
- 0.15 : M4
- 0.15 : Calliope
- 0.15 : M50
- 0.15 : M551
- 0.15 : M56
- 0.15 : M5A1
- 0.15 : ▃Stuart VI (5th CAD)
- 0.15 : M5A1 TD
- 0.15 : M6A1
- 0.15 : M6A2E1
- 0.15 : M8A1 GMC
- 0.15 : M8 HMC
- 0.15 : ▃Magach 3 (ERA)
- 0.15 : ▃Grant I
- 0.15 : T14
- 0.15 : T18E2
- 0.15 : T1E1
- 0.15 : T20
- 0.15 : T25
- 0.15 : T28
- 0.15 : T29
- 0.15 : T30
- 0.15 : T32
- 0.15 : T32E1
- 0.15 : T32
- 0.15 : T34
- 0.15 : T55E1
- 0.15 : T92
- 0.15 : T95
- 0.15 : T95E1
- 0.15 : XM-1 (Chrysler)
- 0.15 : XM-1 (GM)
- 0.15 : XM8
- 0.35 : Type 69
- 0.35 : Т-62 №545
- 0.35 : T-62
- 0.35 : T-62M-1
- 0.5 : CM11
- 0.5 : ␗M60A3 TTS
- 0.5 : ␗M8 LAC
- 0.5 : PTZ89
- 0.5 : Tor-M1
- 0.5 : Т-34-85 Gai
- 0.5 : Phòng không T-34
- 0.5 : ␗Т-34-85 (S-53)
- 0.5 : T-34-85 No.215
- 0.5 : WZ305
- 0.5 : AMX-30
- 0.5 : AMX-30 (1972)
- 0.5 : AMX-30 ACRA
- 0.5 : AMX-30B2
- 0.5 : AMX-30B2 BRENUS
- 0.5 : Roland 1
- 0.5 : AMX-30 Super
- 0.5 : AMX-50 Surbaissé
- 0.5 : MARS 15
- 0.5 : SK-105A2
- 0.5 : FlaRakPz 1
- 0.5 : KPz-70
- 0.5 : Marder A1-
- 0.5 : Marder 1A3
- 0.5 : Tiger II (H)
- 0.5 : Tiger II (10.5 cm Kw.K)
- 0.5 : Tiger II (H) Sla.16
- 0.5 : Tiger II (P)
- 0.5 : Panther A
- 0.5 : Ersatz M10
- 0.5 : PUMA
- 0.5 : JaPz.K A2
- 0.5 : Wiesel 1A4
- 0.5 : Wiesel 1A2
- 0.5 : Ozelot
- 0.5 : Gal Batash
- 0.5 : Magach 7C
- 0.5 : Merkava Mk.1B
- 0.5 : Merkava Mk.2B
- 0.5 : Merkava Mk.2D
- 0.5 : Merkava Mk.3B
- 0.5 : Merkava Mk.3C
- 0.5 : Merkava Mk.4B
- 0.5 : Merkava Mk.4M
- 0.5 : Merkava Mk.4 LIC
- 0.5 : ZSU-57-2
- 0.5 : M26A1
- 0.5 : M26 "D.C.Ariete"
- 0.5 : M60A1 "D.C.Ariete"
- 0.5 : Pbv 301
- 0.5 : Pvlvv fm/42
- 0.5 : ▄T-34-85
- 0.5 : T-55M
- 0.5 : ▄ZSU-57-2
- 0.5 : Challenger Mk.2
- 0.5 : Challenger DS
- 0.5 : Challenger 2E
- 0.5 : Black Night
- 0.5 : Challenger 2 (2F)
- 0.5 : Challenger 2 TES
- 0.5 : Challenger 2
- 0.5 : ␙Challenger 2
- 0.5 : Challenger Mk.3
- 0.5 : Chieftain Mk 10
- 0.5 : Daimler Mk II
- 0.5 : IS-1
- 0.5 : KV-1 (L-11)
- 0.5 : Object 120
- 0.5 : Object 248
- 0.5 : ▂T-V
- 0.5 : ▂Phòng không T-34
- 0.5 : T-34-100
- 0.5 : T-34-85E
- 0.5 : T-34-85 (D-5T)
- 0.5 : T-34-85
- 0.5 : T-55A
- 0.5 : T-55AM-1
- 0.5 : T-55AMD-1
- 0.5 : T-64A (1971)
- 0.5 : T-64B
- 0.5 : ZSU-57-2
- 0.5 : M1A1
- 0.5 : ␙M1A1
- 0.5 : M1A1 AIM
- 0.5 : M1A1 HC
- 0.5 : M1A2 Abrams
- 0.5 : M1A2 SEP
- 0.5 : M1 Abrams
- 0.5 : IPM1
- 0.5 : M26
- 0.5 : M26
- 0.5 : M26 T99
- 0.5 : M60
- 0.5 : M60A1 (AOS)
- 0.5 : M60A1 RISE (P)
- 0.5 : M60A2
- 0.5 : M60 AMBT
- 0.5 : M60A3 TTS
- 0.5 : M728 CEV
- 0.5 : M8 LAC
- 0.5 : MBT-70
- 0.5 : ▃Merkava Mk.1
- 0.5 : ▃Merkava Mk.2B
- 0.5 : ▃Merkava Mk.3D
- 0.5 : T114
- 0.5 : T26E1-1
- 0.5 : T26E5
- 0.5 : T54E1
- 0.5 : XM-803
- 0.5 : XM975
- 0.6 : Pz.IV C
- 1.0 : Goliath 303a (Event?)
- 1.0 : Panther D
- 1.0 : Panther D (Tutorial)
- 1.0 : VK 3002 (M)
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2023.03.24 20:52 r3crac ALIEXPRESS Deals (24.3.2023)!
ALIEXPRESS Deals Compilation (24.3.2023)!
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-1- Classic Game Console
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🥇 Price: $1.99
💵 Coupon: $1.99 only from this link: https://bit.ly/3K4Bc7h
-2- 15W Wireless Charger Pad
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👌 Price: $1.99
🔓 Coupon: $1.99 only from this link: https://bit.ly/3z0FEOa
-3- Toocki 2pcs PD 60W 1m and 2m USB C To Type C Cable
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⭕️ Price: $1.99
⏳ Coupon: $1.99 only from this link: https://bit.ly/3FPbdhx
-4- VOLTME 20W PD Super Si USB C Charger
✌️ https://bit.ly/40cTvN8
🥇 Price: $3.57
-5- Toocki 67W GaN USB-C Charger
🌀 https://bit.ly/3lLAz9f
👉 Price: $10.38
✂️ Coupon: $10.38 only from this link: https://bit.ly/3lE8Szf
-6- QOOVI 65W GaN Charger
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💣 Price: $10.82
✏️ Coupon: $10.82 only from this link: https://bit.ly/40wQRBD
-7- Essager 65W GaN USB Type C Charger
✳️ https://bit.ly/3LO5lch
👌 Price: $11.07
⏳ Coupon: $11.07 only from this link: https://bit.ly/3KeuGet
-8- 2pcs Cycplus C3 Cadence Speed Cycling ANT+ BLE 5.0 Sensor
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💲 Price: $13.02
-9- Sofirn SC18 1800lm Flashlight SST40
✳️ https://bit.ly/3JGwXgW
💲 Price: $14.96
-10- Magene C206 GPS Bike Computer
✌️ https://bit.ly/42BEu9c
💥 Price: $17.36
▪️ Coupon: $4 auto S&S discount in cart
-11- BaoFeng UV-S9 Plus Walkie Talkie
👌 https://bit.ly/3K6n5OQ
✌️ Price: $17.50
-12- GEOID CC400 GPS Bike Computer
🌐 https://bit.ly/3LOmjHn
⭕️ Price: $17.73
-13- Zeblaze Btalk Lite Smart Watch
✌️ https://bit.ly/3Z9YUn4
👉 Price: $18.16
-14- CYCPLUS M1 GPS Bicycle Computer
🌀 https://bit.ly/40x6eKl
〽️ Price: $22.33
❤️ Coupon: "ANUP3" + $4 auto S&S discount in cart
-15- Xiaomi IMILAB A1 Baby Monitor IP Camera [EU]
🌀 https://bit.ly/3TEaaqx
💰 Price: $22.73
✏️ Coupon: "ANUP3" + $4 auto S&S discount in cart + "6RP9V3"
-16- Toocki GaN 100W Desktop Charger
❇️ https://bit.ly/40ew9XI
💰 Price: $24.79
-17- Xiaomi Mijia MJGTJ01LF Steam Iron
❇️ https://bit.ly/3ZdpDz3
👌 Price: $26.70
📌 Coupon: "MARUPPP" + $4 auto S&S discount in cart
-18- Baseus 11 in 1 USB Type-C HUB
👉 https://bit.ly/3lGH6Ck
👌 Price: $27.96
💎 Coupon: "APPLEHUB" + $12 auto S&S discount in cart
-19- DDPAI Mini Dash Cam 1080P
✳️ https://bit.ly/3ZkUs52
🔹 Price: $30.31
🎯 Coupon: "MARUPPP" + $4 auto S&S discount in cart
-20- HiBREW M1A Milk Frother
👉 https://bit.ly/3FJ0HZl
📉 Price: $31.95
🖍 Coupon: "MARUPPP" + $4 auto S&S discount in cart
-21- Logitech G304 Gaming Mouse
👌 https://bit.ly/3FJ0khp
💣 Price: $32.33
✌️ Coupon: "MARUPPP" + $4 auto S&S discount in cart
-22- FIFINE USB Condenser Gaming Microphone
👌 https://bit.ly/3K7zeTQ
📉 Price: $35.07
💵 Coupon: "ANUP3" + $8 auto S&S discount in cart
-23- Oclean X Pro Sonic Electric Toothbrush [EU]
❗️ https://bit.ly/3K1rhiT
👉 Price: $36.38
🔓 Coupon: "MARUPPP" + $8 auto S&S discount in cart
-24- Oclean XS Sonic Toothbrush [EU]
👉 https://bit.ly/3FPM9qJ
💰 Price: $40.07
❤️ Coupon: "AN5" + $8 auto S&S discount in cart
-25- Baseus USB C Hub 8 in 1
🛒 https://bit.ly/42zx3PT
📉 Price: $42.77
👌 Coupon: "CHICHUB15" + $12 auto S&S discount in cart
-26- Baseus Tire Inflator Car Air Compressor 250W
✌️ https://bit.ly/42zEdUn
💲 Price: $43.17
🏆 Coupon: "AN5" + $12 auto S&S discount in cart
-27- Baseus Bowie H2 BT5.2 Earphones
🌀 https://bit.ly/3LOf5mI
👉 Price: $45.94
✏️ Coupon: "AN5" + $12 auto S&S discount in cart + $2 off on $39 coupon "R3ID6TW4WHXQ"
-28- Amazfit GTS 2e Smart Watch [EU]
📌 https://bit.ly/3THp1R5
💣 Price: $52.00
✏️ Coupon: "AN5" + $12 auto S&S discount in cart + $5 off on $60 coupon "CBHPV7CESKV3"
-29- Anker Soundcore VR P10 Wireless Gaming Earbuds
🌍 https://bit.ly/40cepMA
👌 Price: $67.25
🔖 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-30- FIFINE USB/XLR Dynamic Microphone with Shock Mount
🔗 https://bit.ly/40AEyV9
💣 Price: $67.51
🔑 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-31- ZHIYUN SMOOTH Q3 Smartphone Gimbal
📌 https://bit.ly/3lCQ5nU
👉 Price: $68.12
🏆 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-32- Window Cleaner Robot [EU]
🌐 https://bit.ly/3lBHJgp
⭕️ Price: $69.56
👌 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-33- Baseus 20000mAh Car Jump Starter Power Bank 2000A
✌️ https://bit.ly/40h4Rji
💲 Price: $69.93
👌 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $1 off on $10 coupon "GF328SALE"
-34- Amazfit GTS 2 Smart Watch
👉 https://bit.ly/42C4Vvs
💥 Price: $71.00
❤️ Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-35- EDIFIER NeoBuds Pro Bluetooth Earbuds
🛒 https://bit.ly/3FOfiTs
🔹 Price: $73.62
🔓 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $1 off on $49 coupon "ANY324"
-36- Teclast P80X 2/32G 4G Tablet
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✌️ Price: $74.47
🔖 Coupon: "AN9" + $2 off on $39 coupon "H9WG3L"
-37- HiBREW 19 Bar 3 in 1 Capsule Espresso Coffee Machine [EU/CN]
❗️ https://bit.ly/3lEXYt3
🔹 Price: $76.79
👉 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-38- HiBREW Expresso Coffee Machine [EU]
✅ https://bit.ly/3FPfl1a
🔹 Price: $77.80
⏳ Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-39- Naturehike Cloud Up Camping Tent [EU/CN]
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⭕️ Price: $79.72
❤️ Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-40- Tronsmart Bang 60W Bluetooth Speaker 10800mAh [EU]
✌️ https://bit.ly/40dySAB
🚨 Price: $81.88
▪️ Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-41- Xiaomi AX6000 AloT Router
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💣 Price: $100.46
💎 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-42- ZHIYUN FIVERAY M40 40W LED Photo Video Lamp with Diffusor
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👉 Price: $100.58
⏳ Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-43- HiBREW H11 SR Coffee Machine [EU]
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✌️ Price: $102.43
❤️ Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-44- Teclast M40 T618 6/128GB 4G Tablet [EU]
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🚨 Price: $103.43
👉 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + "SCSZWZNNSJ5D"
-45- BYINTEK X20 Portable Mini LED Android Projector
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〽️ Price: $103.75
🖍 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $40 off on $100 coupon "BYINCX20C40"
-46- Teclast M40 Pro T618 6/128GB 10.1 Inch 4G Tablet [EU]
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💰 Price: $116.31
🔖 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $2,22 off on $43,22 coupon "2TREND"
-47- FNIRSI 1013D 7-inch Oscilloscope
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📉 Price: $119.52
✌️ Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-48- Teclast M40 Plus 10.1inch Tablet 8/128GB MT8183
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🔹 Price: $129.98
✏️ Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $2 off on $39 coupon "H9WG3L"
-49- Naturehike Cloud Up 2 20D Nylon Tent Gray-Skirt [EU]
🛒 https://bit.ly/3UCJfvn
💲 Price: $138.42
🖍 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-50- Redkey W12 SE Wet Dry Vacuum Cleaner [EU]
🔗 https://bit.ly/40zOhLa
📉 Price: $141.97
👉 Coupon: "AN18" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-51- Power Station 300W LiFePO4 299Wh [EU]
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💲 Price: $193.42
💵 Coupon: "AN9" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $20 off on $150 coupon "SOLAR20"
-52- Teclast F7 Plus Laptop 14.1 inch N4120 8/256GB [EU]
✳️ https://bit.ly/3nJ6RPx
〽️ Price: $197.06
🖍 Coupon: "AN25" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $3,32 off on $220,55 coupon "3TREND"
-53- Xiaomi Mi Robot Vacuum-Mop 2 MJST1S [EU]
👌 https://bit.ly/3nkEIBG
👌 Price: $199.48
❤️ Coupon: "AN25" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-54- ILIFE W455 Floor Washing Robot [EU]
👉 https://bit.ly/3Kg0UpH
👌 Price: $223.61
🔑 Coupon: "AN25" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $19 off on $210 coupon "320W450W455"
-55- Reolink GO PT Battery Camera 4G LTE 1080p with Solar Panel [EU]
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📉 Price: $246.20
▪️ Coupon: "AN25" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $3 off on $159 coupon "REOLINK756"
-56- IMOU Robotic Self-empty Vacuum Cleaner [EU]
✳️ https://bit.ly/3K668UE
💲 Price: $246.35
✂️ Coupon: "AN25" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-57- EcoFlow RIVER 2 Power Station 256Wh LiFePO4 [EU]
🔗 https://bit.ly/3TEbGJj
💲 Price: $286.67
📌 Coupon: "AN35" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $3 off on $10 coupon "63GZBUTJLDE3"
-58- POWERWIN PPS320 320Wh/300W 100Ah Power Station LiFePO4 [EU]
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✌️ Price: $287.48
▪️ Coupon: "AN35" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $50 off on $300 coupon "78APX6U1YH2W"
-59- GAOMON PD156PRO Graphics Tablet [EU/CN]
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📉 Price: $353.03
👉 Coupon: "AN35" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $9 off on $180 coupon "8PXHTPYQ4PCF"
-60- Clone Prusa i3 MK3S Full Kit 3D Printer [EU]
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💲 Price: $360.21
👉 Coupon: "AN35" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-61- Ender 3 MAX Neo 3D Printer [EU]
🛒 https://bit.ly/3TJfp8z
💥 Price: $363.16
✌️ Coupon: "AN35" + $16 auto S&S discount in cart
-62- Creality 3D Ender-3 S1 Pro 3D Printer Kit [EU]
✅ https://bit.ly/3FOyd0q
〽️ Price: $382.75
💎 Coupon: "AN35" + $11,08 auto discount in cart + $16 auto S&S discount in cart + $6,65 off on $332,49 coupon "7L5D4E8IO7MG"
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-1- Classic Game Console
🌍 https://bit.ly/40ivILR
🥇 Price: $1.99
💵 Coupon: $1.99 only from this link: https://bit.ly/3K4Bc7h
-2- 15W Wireless Charger Pad
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👌 Price: $1.99
🔓 Coupon: $1.99 only from this link: https://bit.ly/3z0FEOa
-3- Toocki 2pcs PD 60W 1m and 2m USB C To Type C Cable
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⭕️ Price: $1.99
⏳ Coupon: $1.99 only from this link: https://bit.ly/3FPbdhx
-4- VOLTME 20W PD Super Si USB C Charger
✌️ https://bit.ly/40cTvN8
🥇 Price: $3.57
-5- Toocki 67W GaN USB-C Charger
🌀 https://bit.ly/3lLAz9f
👉 Price: $10.38
✂️ Coupon: $10.38 only from this link: https://bit.ly/3lE8Szf
-6- QOOVI 65W GaN Charger
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💣 Price: $10.82
✏️ Coupon: $10.82 only from this link: https://bit.ly/40wQRBD
-7- Essager 65W GaN USB Type C Charger
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2023.03.24 20:22 OddDrawer5 [WTS] KAC Irons Combo w/ USMC Rear, Modlite Dual Lead FDE, Drew Meyers Chop Stop, Triple 5.56 Mag Insert, P320 AIWB Holster, Blue Alpha Belt w/ LTC IFAK, radio pouch, leg strap
Howdy friends - got some things for sale. Drop a comment then PM me please. Open to offers, not looking for trades at this time but you're welcome to shoot your shot. Dibs rule applies. PayPal F&F or Venmo only - Thanks!
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- KAC Irons Combo: KAC micro front in like new condition, KAC 600M USMC marked rear with some nice patina; $200 shipped
- 32" Blue Alpha 1.75" inner and outer battle belt, black + LTC MCB IFAK Complete, Safariland UBL mid-ride: Complete blue alpha belt the low-pro inner EDC belt (+$11) and D-Ring cobra buckle (+$16). LTC MCB responder IFAK has all the stuff direct from them when I ordered in April ($150) Just needs a holster and whatever else you want to add and you're good to go. Probably $300+ in this belt**,** not parting - asking
$220$200 shipped. - (2) Drew Meyer Designs Chop Stop Mod 1: One brand new / unopened $35 shipped, opened and installed then removed, no rounds $32 shipped
- P320 X-Carry AIWB Holster, Grey: made by MIE productions, brand new. Comes with DCC monoblock. Never been used as I run a 365XL instead but by the same company. They go for $77 new; $50 shipped
- Modlite Dual Lead FDE: opened the package but never installed or used it,
$120$110 shipped Team Wendy Bump 3.0 Helmet Cover: Originally was multicam, I spray painted it to go RG and it looks like agilite green. Looks good on a black / FDE helmet, can send a pic as an example if you'd like. Velcro still works fine, I'll note that the spray paint can rub off a bit. $25 shippedPetac Gear Triple 5.56 Mag Insert: Meant to be an insert for a kangaroo pouch (like Shaw Concepts) and has hook / loop on opposite sides (e.g., hook on rear, loop on front). The plastic inserts provide positive retention, similar to Esstac/Haley. Honestly pretty sick, only getting rid of it since I sold the PC it was supposed to go on. It's ranger green. Purchased from Amazonhere. $23 shippedKrydex Radio / Mag / Whatever Holder: Side specific depending on your setup since it has hook on one side and loop on the other, for me this is a right side use. Please look at the pic just in case. It will fit radio, AR mag, whatever. Didn't use it so don't need it. $13 shipped or free with purchaseRanger green leg strap: 1.5 inches wide, has a small elastic portion for comfort. $10 shipped or free with purchase
2023.03.24 19:49 TheKoppolo I just about give up. I can’t team build so that prevents me from being able to climb the ladder on showdown. Team just doesn’t work at all. It just feels like a mash up of mons.
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2023.03.24 19:48 Wannabe50sBombshell A few questions/needing suggestions! 1. How to accomplish with a wet roller set? 2. Curling pattern/direction needed (since this was from a YouTube tutorial only with curling iron) 3. Best rollers to use for this look? 4. Tools/products suggestions for this look? Other than the rollers of course
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2023.03.24 19:38 SIUButtercup What does “embracing your waves “mean to you?
Does it mean that you will only wear your hair wavy now? That you won’t curl it or flat iron/straighten it on occasion? Or are you ok still wearing it ways other than wavy?
This thought came to me because I’ve been working so hard the last few months to only dry/wear my hair wavy, but yesterday I decided to use my Dyson air wrap to make sure my curls looked nice for a night out. They ended up falling and left me with straight hair, and I was surprised to realize that I actually liked it, which leaves me wondering about doing it more often and if it will negatively impact the progress I’ve made.
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This thought came to me because I’ve been working so hard the last few months to only dry/wear my hair wavy, but yesterday I decided to use my Dyson air wrap to make sure my curls looked nice for a night out. They ended up falling and left me with straight hair, and I was surprised to realize that I actually liked it, which leaves me wondering about doing it more often and if it will negatively impact the progress I’ve made.