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The sky above glowed over their heads; each facing the other in this grueling battle, hands buried in flames as they clutched their katana at the beast. Wielding it's own sword down onto themselves as they hurry to dodge to attack. .
The battlefield flooded by water and sap of the ancient tree, groaning and rumble as the both beast mawed one another. The galaxy spills their stars and blood stain the waters, the loud sound of appending doom for both Lord and Beast.
They knew it was their time to die in the beginning, they welcomed it as they gripped the hilt of their sword onto the beast's rear. The smell of sweat, blood, and burning flesh etched in their mind as they recall how they came to be... how far they have come, a small inefficient mouse, to a large Alpha of the Moon.
Hands callous and wore, body beaten to a pulp and scarred, the thrill as the battle came to it's peak feeling the soft yet wet fur stuck onto their skin. Feeling the pinched of the ring on their left as they leaped once more onto the creature; their cries of battle and anguished as they slain the beast by their hands. Watching the world around them collapsed with them as well.
Victory has been made.
They shook with both joy and pride as they screamed in their victory feeling the world tumble down before them. Peace has been made once more... how they yearn for the sweet release of Death and her attempting embrace. The exhaustion and soreness of their body weigh them heavy as they fall, a smile on their fair lips as they now fine closure.
'I did it' they thought, 'no more wars' the air chilled and began freezing their skin, 'no more shards,' how are they still falling? 'They are free...' a sickening crack echoed through the air as a large thud also equipped with it, 'WE are free...' They reached out a hand finding the figure of the beauty that stood before them stranded.
So close and yet so far... Her sweet smile welcomed their view as she held her arms for an embrace, Eyes that hold the universe and the smile that shined like pearls against the moonlight. How beautiful she is... 'and to think.. Queen Marika kept us from her embrace,' they thought also feeling the tip of their fingers brush against her own. Until her face vanished and the blindness of white was shined down onto them showing a new face has replaced Death's.
However they could not see into detail of their new figure as they felt their eyes roll at the back of their head and faint onto sturdy hands that carried their sore frame.
Yet the being held fast onto the tired lord smelling the sweet nectar that coaxed their skin, the scent of the stars scarred onto their very being despite not knowing whom they hold. The man bare the youth to his home and carressed the lord with tender and gentle hands laying them before his fire, then he quickly shield the world of the light. The white golden hue that shined from the laces of their hair tangled among his claws; reddish eyes blare down onto this godly being etching each rune, each scar, and cut that married their skin similar to the ones that painted his own body.
The smell had been driving him mad as the thousands whom grace their presence to his domain, each whispering, yelling, and talking over each other as he lean close and lap the blood that stained their neck.
A taste he prayed to forget and never taste again, but it was divined upon his tongue, releasing a feral growl of pleasure as he laid beside this beautiful being carress the skin that eased his burning flesh, string of gold glowed beside the being making the gold hue look dull compare to the gold that married her own skin.
Gold that will fade in time, but he could dream...
The snow had gone harsh against the brim of his hat, allowing a bit of a rough patch for the ancient, but it was nothing he couldn't handle especially since he traveled this far just to visit his friend/son... (more like check if he was still alive.)
He began noticing the shadow of a house looming over from the horizon as he released a sigh of relief, approaching the property line as he enter with ease, but then a scent of sulfur and ozone reached his nostrils guiding to a crater that wasn't far from the porch, blood coaxed the scent sending a spike of anxiety to rush as he quickly went to the stairway, "TECHNO!?" a primal growl answered back sending the man to ease. Until he noticed that his friend had literally growled at his presence which was baffling since he never been growled at before, not even when his friend gone further into his instincts before.
"Techno?" he opened the door hearing the growl grow louder as he entered the house, the man then stumbled in silence as he stared at his friend, dropping his bag of items and knickknacks too shock to even move as his friend hovered over a body of what he believes to be a woman, blood staining the carpets as they lay there chest rising and falling indicating that they were alive. He needed to help the poor thing, but the look of primal possessiveness was shone as his SON shield them with his body, his pupils swallowed any color from his eyes as he huffed and growled daring the man to approach his territory.
"Techno, it's okay," he began shedding his Yuta and began kneeling down, hold his hands to him as he slowly made his way to the middle far enough to deem safe and not trespassing and not to far from potentially saving the woman. "I can help," he said, "look at her Techno..." the male looked down at the youth before quickly send his gaze back at the trespasser, "they lost a lot of blood and need medical attention quickly, they could be dying Techno."
The man- Techno eyed the blond for any potential threats, but none could be found and looking down to see the blood stain his hands allowing the black-stained nails to be coated with blood.
Techno quickly lean near the mouth of the youth recognizing how shallow it had become than earlier so with no choice the male whined and nods to the blond as he backed up allowing the man near the woman. The ancient wasted no time and began ushering potions and bandages from his inventory, gently taking the wounds on the youth's torso into his palm and began drizzling portions of the healing potion. A whimper and hiss can be heard, it began sparking his nerves high as he noticed the frown that married his son's face each one becoming angrier than the last. He then began sowing the open wounds that looked too deep and bandaged them. It was during this he taken noticed of runes on their arms, neck, chest, and face some he recognized others not so much.
After he sealed and bandaged the lethal wounds, he then began their arms trying his best not to stare at the runes or the scars that reveal the trails on this poor lass. Techno chuffed impatiently as he finished quickly noticing this and proceed to wrap the next arm, no longer dragging it long unless his son start threatening him again.
Once he was done he then began cleaning the puddle beside the makeshift nest Techno created as the hybrid than laid beside her hovering as he clean the floor. He watched sideways as Techno began running his claws through the white hair that begins shining as if it were strings of platinum gold.
'That's why!' he internally screamed.
Now looking freely at the woman, he could now see the shine of golden hue that shined with the firelight, the soft face that looked so youthful and spared of scars beside the one below her eyes left was Enderian and the other a simple Rune of unknown origins. The look of blood and defense down, the blond concluded that Techno was already in his primal state in order to survive the injuries that the totem didn't fix. Once home he found her and taken a liking to them since they looked to be made of gold, from the top of their head to the skin of their flesh the golden light that softly shined made it barely noticeable unless one is alone with a lack of light or sun.
"Techno..." he called out hearing his son now purred against their face breathing softly against their bare cheeks as he begun nuzzling into their hair, "Techno..." the hybrid darted his eyes with bare boredom as the blonde smiled, "keep an eye on them, will you?" he asked knowing well he didn't need to ask, not when his son was like this, but best ask anyway.
"Yes" he went growling as he return his attention the the being in his nest, "thank you... Philza," the man smiled at his son, gently running his hand through the lucious locks of pink as it twirled and mingled among the white-golden strains.
Warmth was the first she taken noticed of; how warm and suffocating it was becoming, causing a whine to escape their lips. Movement was met and a sudden deep chuff can be heard beside their ear, "she's probably too warm, mate," they heard indicating another person was near... suddenly panic clawed at her stomach finding herself trying to pry her eyes open and claw herself away from harm. However a set of arms, strong and fast held tightly around her waist, causing her to draw her nails into the skin feeling fear thrum against her chest. "Not so tightly! You'll open her wounds!"
She then felt a hand placed over her throat, holding her back against the enemy as she felt their breath against her face, they kept her in place no more than 30 seconds... until they began massaging her neck and gently stroking her stomaching. Being very gentle to any sore limbs and scars that stung; a soft purr and chuff vibrated from behind them revealing she was pressed to their form. She found herself relaxing and drawing her guard down, feeling the hand on her neck now curled around her ribs below her bandaged chest, feeling whomever held her now rest their face to her neck as they continue to purr and chuff.
"Great, I'll..." another coughed almost seem embarrassed, "I'll leave you too it."
The floor shifted and soft footsteps can be heard leaving her alone with the being; her body was alarmingly relaxed, her tired limbs was tangled among the male's (assuming its a male) arms. Gently feeling the being began to shifting her body around until they felt herself lying beside this man... Is it a man?
They hold her as if they are a man, but growls and purrs like a beast... A beastman? perhaps, though how rare can one be as gentle as this one?
She began shifted trying to find herself into the arms of the beast, once or twice hearing a growl as she try pushing herself from their hold. Though once she finally settled, she began painting a mental image of the beast; her eyes seem to refuse on obeying her at the moment, so she had to rely on her touch. Using the tips of her fingers she felt the beast wore a loose shirt, feeling the bare touch of heated skin from an opening, they had a broad chest, feeling the firm flesh against them showing they were strong and held upper body strength. Using their free hand they traced up the neck to feel jawbone of the beast... though it felt more of a jaw of a human than that of the animal and they had their fair share of ripping some out.
A fluttered strains of hair shown they had long hair, a sudden brush of air tickled their fingertips causing her to trace up to the ears, feeling a gem on her hand before getting to the top of the ear revealing it was sharp almost elven-like saved for a few rings. The man seem to enjoy her traces and touches on his skin gently took his hands into hers guiding her free hand to his lips where she found a feature that seem to revert her thoughts back to "Beastman"
The tips of her fingers felt the traces of two large teeth that seem to probe from his lower jaw. A deep chuckle can be heard as he began kissing the tips, causing her to fumble and flush at the action.
Meanwhile Philza had been watching the transaction seeing how his son was still in primal stage, but was toying with her, eyes still swallowed in black shown some human in him, looking at her as if it was a game. He was also loving the attention she was doing... apparently was tracing his son's face as if she were blind... was she? That would be inconvient... for his son, not the woman, but either way his son was going to have a field day about this.
Surviving exeuction, killed his enemy while in survival mode, returned home still lusting for a fight, now has taken a woman into his nest, a potential mate? Probably considering how his son just laid there kissing the woman's hand and just treating her carefully.... he wasn't going to let him live it down.
The woman had gone still after a while showing she had tuckered herself out despite laying beside his on; now she was asleep, Techno was finally moving from his spot beside her and slowly regain some of his human side, "hurting mate?"
"Very..." he growled still slightly primal as he sat in front of the nest.
"Any idea where she came from?" Phil asked earning a blank stare from his son, "who?"
"The woman you've been laying with for the past three hours?" laughed Phil as he began replacing bandages from his body, "oh..." the male went unsure how to continue, "no clue..." he finished just staring down at the woman, watching the firelight just bounce off her golden curls. "I just saw gold and went... mine..." he said causing the Elytrian to pause among his work, hearing the possessiveness in his voice startled the man.
Though it wasn't unheard of... Piglins are known to be possessive of gold, whether it be blocks, armor, decorations, jewelry, weapons, even hair... sometimes he and Tommy were a victim to his son's instincts always having his hair pinned with décor of golden hairpins, jewels, or even just washing or brushing the hair would satisfy Techno.
The woman was no different... except she was covered in gold... from her tattoos to her hair, to her clothes and to the branches among her locks, she shined like gold and to Techno, she probably was gold. An aura can be seen if only slightly by the shine of the fireplace causing an effect of divine shower to just cover her head like a halo.
If Phil wasn't loyal and married to his goddess, he would have done anything to allow such a beauty to be his wife. "So... you gonna finally settle with her?" he joked knowing his son will be plotting revenge very soon; "after I blow up L'manberg..." he didn't hesitated, "then I probably plan on expanding this little cottage of mine," Phil didn't need to look at his son to hear the smile on his lips.
A sudden light stung her eyes, freeing them from whatever curse had sealed them shut the day before allowing her to open them now. Hearing the sound of snow and wind outside, the overwhelming heat that stained her skin made it obvious of the holder, their breathe against her nape as she try to move away from the being. Of course, this only tighten the holder's grip on her, now feeling the sensation of lips now trailed her neck causing her to flinch and quiver from such actions.
Such an intimated move, one that only a lover can share though she recalls never gaining a partner for such. Even when it was presented to her the concept and person of sudden affection, she shunned it away and focus only on the task at hand.
She was forced to marry the battle field in order to live, breathe, and survive.
Her partner was her weapon, her magic was her lifeline, and faith was her moral compass; whom was this person to believe she was theirs to lay- "easy," a deep voice growl feeling a sudden grip upon her wrists catching her off guard. The man held her to his lap, his hand swallowed her tiny wrist showing how small compare to him, 'this man is no mere human... they may have a touch of giant's blood?' she thought.
She recalled her battled with the last Lord... Radagon whom had a touch of Fire-giant in his blood and it was apparent since it shown in his hair and eyes. Though she could see the tips of this mans' hands were dark and claw-like similar to a Dracon or the mutation of a dragonkin. She then recalled the feeling of fangs and pointed-ears she traced the day before so dashing any ideas of what species this man may be...
A sudden chuff silenced her thoughts feeling the man now pull her closer, hiding any signs of her body within furs and velvet sheets as she heard the sound of someone walk above them.
They weren't alone...
Her muscles tighten and locked, casting her eyes towards the sound as she clenched her fisted.
Weaponless? Yes.
Pinned? Yes.
Useless? No.
She had magic... even without a staff to commune it's energy, she could at least use the projectiles, even with her hands bound, however the man seem to relax as he shifted, sniffing the air like a hound as he slowly loosen his muscles. Though he hid her body from whoever is coming down, almost out of possessiveness when she try wiggling free of his arms.
The newcomer began climbing down the ladder to reveal they were nothing, but another man wearing a green and black robe that matched similar to the people of Reeds. He was human? Though his scent said otherwise, but he looked completely normal, tired, and generally a normal man... saved for the large black wings on his back...
"Morning you two..." she snapped back seeing him smiling warm and welcoming, something that was familiar and unfamiliar to her.
"Glad you didn't pass in your sleep, old man," the male whom still held her reminded her of her predicament.
"Fuck off! I am not that old!" man squawked causing the feathers to puff and fickle, it reminded her of those large crows back in the lands of Eastern Caelid, though compare those crow's and this man's feathers, she would admit, his were sleek and beautiful. Though one wing seem damaged and had skeletal remains of his flesh and feathers causing a slight ping of pain in her heart to see such beauty be wasted.
"Anyway mate, mind letting the lass go? I'm sure she's starving from whatever fiasco she dealt with last night," he smiled.
It was then her body betrayed her and released a growl that rivaled the dragons that flew the skies. She found herself shying away from the sight as the two men chuckled at her fleeting behavior.
"I'll get started on breakfast, how about you start letting her move around the house," he pointed out leaving the two alone causing a sudden awkwardness clung onto their skins.
The man then coughed and slowly loosen his hold onto her form, allowing her to slowly crawl off his lap and out of the suffering heat of blankets and flesh. She finally felt comfortable enough to breathe and quickly cast her attention to the man whom held her throughout the night causing the air to be knocked out of her lungs as she was greeted with two dangerously red eyes.
Eyes that reminded her of the fiery pain that scorched her skin and blood, how echoes of a beastly man scream "Nihil!" throughout her mind as she desperately try to purify and cleanse herself of the flames.
Though this man... was not the beast she slain... he wasn't the man whom fallen by her blade as she claimed his sicken blood-soaked rune.
This man was pure opposite yet like him...
His form was build like an average man, though he was larger and taller, possibly can tank a few baliton and squadron of knights, both hair and skin was pink which oddly was ridiculous to her, he was also dressed like royal though barely saved for the crème blouse that exposed his chest showing signs of scars that seem new or faded. However odd he had looked... He was stunningly beautiful... even with the scars that married his flesh, the two large tusk-like teeth from his lips, and the red eyes that scarred her mind and soul... he was beautiful...
She coughed slightly causing him to snap out whatever he was thinking as well, almost reaching to her before he pulled back.
"Technoblade..." he suddenly said leaving her confused and taken back by the sudden word; that was until she released he was introducing himself, "K-Zero..." she blurted out.
"Zero..." he frowned almost distastefully at the name, though she wouldn't blame him; the name was considered a joke, something she dubbed herself as she lived in the lands between. She didn't wish to be reminded of who she once was or whom she reminded herself to be, so she dubbed herself "Zero."
"I suppose I shouldn't say anything," he went rubbing his neck, "not with my name being "Technoblade" and all..."
"What's wrong with your name?" asked the man as he poked out causing the two to jump.
"Nothing Phil" he said before the man- Technoblade got up from his spot, "made any coffee yet?"