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Oh! Can we have one for 047, please?
And one small thing done. ^___^
047 - Homonculi
There were tales,even for magic users, just not Fairytales. Just tales of dreams, of powersunreachable, of magic unattached to a Crystallum. Sometimes, in a lull of workMyth looked for them. Most of them were so over the top that it was ridiculous,others were simply tales of worlds that never were and never would be, of deedsdone that were impossible to ever happen.
Butsometimes it was a good inspiration. One of the topics being especially interestingwas Alchemy.
Creating gold,creating immortality, creating homunculi - artificial life. While every single oneof these points was ridiculous, it was still the perfect inspiration, for whatto do about dear Fritzgerald’s (foreseeable) refusal to help them.
Varg, wasn’ta homunculus. He wasn’t created from nothing; his base was what the knightrepressed, based on the knight himself, filled into the same body. And whilegetting rid of Fritz wouldn’t be fast, it would be steady, a slow replacementby something that normally wouldn’t come exist, tailored to their needs.
drabble on myth cursing fritz?
How it may have happened…
Myth eyedthe bound young man, who was glaring at him with a defiant expression. Right.Alcaster and his inability to share plans with his allies, when the allies inquestion were supposed to be involved in the very same plans.
Making him disappearwas not possible, the boy was too high profile and the princess would noticeand want the disappearance investigated at least. God only knew why Alcastercouldn’t notice some common sense and notice that his son was happy where hiswas an wouldn’t join any coup. Committed to his oath and duties.
“You know,Fritzgerald,” he finally said calmly, “You shouldn’t take that personally. Thiswhole mess is not happening, because you’re defiant or anything. Just becauseyour father is unable to use his eyes for more than reading paperwork and lookingif his knights follow the orders he makes.”
He wouldlove to do something more… tailored, but personal curses took time to prepareand the Fairytale curse was… easy to cast with it imprinted on the Crystallum,even allowing weak witches to cast a curse. As it was, he had enough power toinfluence how the curse would manifest beyond the tale chosen and add a fewextras.
Preparingthe curse, the magic started to glow above his hand. The knight’s eyes widenedand he started struggling against the ropes.
It didn’thelp him at all, the curse hitting him straight on, body slumping down.
AttentivelyMyth watched the first black fog starting to manifest around the male, gettingthicker, wavering around and finally completely enveloping the body.
When it disappeared,the hair was black. And, Myth noticed absently, he would need to obtain a fewclothes for this one. Well, easy enough to get. Just a nuisance that Alcastercouldn’t have given him the heads up. He could have things prepared alreadythen.
Yellowisheyes gave him a piercing look over and Myth glared back, not willing to give thisnew predator a sign of weakness and yank the leash already. That was lastresort. A permanently chained up beast would be useless and he had no patience forit.
A growl anda grin showing teeth and Myth raised an unimpressed brow. “You’re a human, wolf.If you want to run free, you should befriend yourself with the idea of behavinglike it,” he said coolly, “The name you’ll be using to interact with people isVarg. Remember it.”
HopefullyAlcaster really had something to keep this one occupied with. Myth had no timeto play babysitter!
hii jdjsksks so happy to see this blogg love mythros so much <333 if you have the time, could you write a drabble about mythros’s interactions with varg/fritz ?
Well, here it goes.^^Just a bit of Varg in this one.
Myth wantedto curse. Preferably Alcaster into oblivion. Pity, he needed the man’sresources or he would arrange an accident. Or a sickness, depending on thecircumstances.
As it was, heneeded to make due. Like always with the man. A bit more common sense or a bitof foresight past the tip of his sword would do the man some good, then hewouldn’t need to clean up these kind of messes.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
He glared atthe source of the sound and the black haired young man gave him a smile thatwas more showing teeth than smiling. But then wolfs didn’t smile, only baringtheir teeth at possible threats.
But Vargstill stopped clacking the cane against the floor and Myth turned away to lookat the map again marking another area off.
The soundrestarted.
“Can’t you goand bother Alcaster?” he finally snarled. He could force obedience with theleash he had built into the curse, but Alcaster was doing well enough aboutagitating the wolf and he didn’t want to be the first target if the curseshould fail him.
He would havepreferred using a more tailored curse, one that couldn’t be broken by accident,but Alcaster had bound his hands on the matter, by only calling him in afterthe convincing failed. And then there had bern no time! And so afairytale curse needed to do, casting eased by the template his queen hadworked into the Crystallum.
Well,depending on the princess thought on the curse and her attachment to theknight, he could at least claim that it kept the boy from getting killed. Pitythat even memory spells took preparation and he had been in no position tosimply let the knight disappear for a few days.
“He told meto go and bother you. He wants to know about the princess he can’t remember.”The personified curse smirked.
The livingmenace should remember the princess just as well as every other cursed.
But thenAlcaster couldn’t even recognize that his son was happy with his lot in lifeand the chances of him joining the coup resulting small.
And from thesmirk Varg knew that Myth knew that the curse knew everything.
Myth glaredback at the map of the town.
He hadapplied a tracking spell to the princess’ hairbands, but either all of themwere in the palace, he had missed some, whatever had happened had stripped thespell off or she was in a blind spot.
“Varg, comeover here. You can make yourself useful,” he said.
“More usefulthan just running around with letters?” the man asked mockingly.
“Not moreexciting, but yes, more useful. Give me the cane a moment.”
Object inhand Myth turned it to access the lower end and called upon his magic.
The slightstrain on his strength was calming, the task taking over his mind and taking uphis concentration.
Uponfinishing, he handed it back and then walked around the room setting a few morespells, creating a net pattern on the ground in the process.
“Walk thestreets and make sure to use this annoying habit of yours to clack it againstthe ground,” he instructed, “Every time you do-” he clacked it into the ground“It’ll create a mark.”
A pointappeared on the pattern.
“What’s thatfor?” Varg frowned at the point.
“It’ll createa map and show me the areas were my tracking spells aren’t working. There can’tbe many blind spots. And if the princess is actively hidden from us, it’ll atleast show where she is not,” Myth forced himself to stay calm. Telling thewolf the truth should keep shenanigans down.
Varg hummedunder his breath clacking it on the ground multiple times, as if testing thesound.
There wasno visible effect on cane or ground, but the point seemed to brighten a bit.
“Well, betterthan being coped up somewhere. I know where the exit is,” he said and strolledout.
Myth heardthe clacking of the cane distancing itself until a door closed.
Finally!Hopefully he showed more manners if he did find the princess.
Another commission for @quinton-hawk
I’m not sorry
See the fist cg here
Let me know if I should finish this?
A cg suggested by my wife, @quinton-hawk
She actually wouldn’t stop asking for a cg of her character willow.
Would you want to see more art like this?
Bonus!!!
All of my CG works so far^^
Which/who is your favorite?
Just forgot to post this without the video
Gomen'nasai ;-;
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