God... I'm turning 30 in 6 days... just crazy to think about how long I've been alive. How much I've done. How much i still have left to do... and what's left in my life to happen. Both good, and bad. I wish I had more time to do more things. Just feeling my mortality I guess. Happy birthday to me? XD

Thanks to  glass-walker, i now have a Toyhouse to store my characters! GO check it out here!

https://toyhou.se/SunbroSkarin/characters

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50349076/

Art raffle for  sapho_berga. they do alot of very pretty art, give them a try and see their gallery please!

I find it funny the prettiest art I get recently is less faved than the ones of my wolverine. I see where my audience lies. XD

Hey guys

I don't do this much but my friend  Dressari is in a bit of a bind. They need a little extra cash, and are currently running a Ych, and taking comms. 50 per character. Background +10

Please give them a look. They've done alot of work for me

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48096923/

today is my 29th birthday.

its been a great year, and a greater 29 years of life. going to be moving out soon, got a lovely partner in  John-Maxwell which i wouldnt trade for anything in the world.

heres to another good year!

Hello there! So me and my partner  John-Maxwell and our dear friend  Callipygo started our own Discord server for learning about different kinks, Such as Spanking, ABDL, Wedgies, Embarrassment, General stuff that we both are interested in, with more on the way once we get around to making more. We call it the Furry Kink Academy.

Its a chill server where people who are into similar kinks can congregate, also a sister server to  Deadlyassassin and  Fufer server Raise your Tail, Spanking server.

For those new to the community, being a furry and all that, we wanted to work with servers to make a place where people can explore their interests, find servers they can look deeper into those interests as well as ask people long time to the community questions they may have.

If you want to check it out for yourself, Go ahead and join up! we'll be happy to have you. ^^


https://discord.gg/Ra6K4CYt58

Happy anniversary  John-Maxwell

You are the best partner i could have ever asked for, and i can not wait to see what the next year together brings us. <3

Love you from the bottom of my heart.

This is just a verbal message.

i do NOT allow my art to be used for ANY NFT bullshit whatsoever. if i find out it is, then im filing a Takedown or copyright infringement claim. do NOT steal my art and make stupid NFT's out of it.

Hello all, i managed to get my Discord account back via help Ticket to Discord. if you've blocked me, you can feel free to unblock now. ^^

If anyone here follows me on Discord, i've been hacked, ignore anything from me

Hello there!

So, ive recently got a second Fursona/Scalie named Rowan. Im in love with him on multiple levels because he's so close to me in body shape, mannerisms, etc. just a Life update for you all. ^^ Id change over to him here, but FA doesnt really let you change your username.

The reason for this post, is that i write little backstories for my characters, and i've gotten a couple comments from  Callipygo and my loving, amazing boyfriend  John-Maxwell That i apparently write well.

 John-Maxwell Has sort of given me an inspiration to share them with you all and see if people like them. If you do, i might start writing some small short stories too between my characters interacting with eachother. Some Spanking, telling stories about them, maybe some fun ideas i get along the way. If you guys can please read the two backstories i've written, and let me know how you like them, and if you'd like to see more short stories from me, I'd greatly appreciate it!

Rowans backstory: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44590647/

Eldora Harmony's backstory: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44590701/

To preface this, I wrote a backstory for Harmony, my newest OC. Im kinda proud of it cause i think its some of my best writing work yet, though, given in a Third person perspective. Take a read if you like, and let me know what you guys think.

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Harmony used to be a Princess of a far off Kingdom. Her mother a wolf, and her father a Fox. She grew up in the lap of Luxury, fine dresses, education, Training on the "proper" way to do things. She was learning How to be a princess and what was expected of her. She never really wanted that though, seeing normal children out and about, having fun, getting dirty, enjoying themselves. When she was 14, she was slated to be married to someone. An arranged marriage for power and union of two noble families. Harmony Protested of course, she didnt want her life to be set down by fate. She hated the books, the fancy clothes, the lap of luxury itself. On the Eve of her wedding day, she ran away in the deep of night with some of her dowry money some of her parents had set aside for exchange on the day of the wedding.

As she ran and ran off into the woods with the plainest clothing she could find, she found her new destiny; A band of travelling gypsies deep in the woods. They were dancing, playing music around a fire, enjoying the lives they were given, and travelling wherever fate would take them. She was enthralled, and she crept closer until she was eventually noticed. The gypsies were very welcoming however, all of them came from somewhere, so harmony was no Different. They took her to the Elder Crone of the gypsy band, A fortune teller by trade. After Harmony and the Crone spoke, the Crone, having Harmony shuffle and draw cards from a tarot Deck to see her future, the Crone Hummed intrigued. The Crone woman told harmony Her name was Agatha, And that She would take Eldora on as an apprentice, since the cards of Fate showed a jumbled future for her. Fate literally was imbued within Harmony from birth, a True Mystic she called it.

Agatha came from a Line of Mystics who all had the same gift: They could literally read peoples fortunes, though, it wasnt as most people thought it was. Mystics dont divine the future, they Divine how things are, and where they will head if it continues on the same path. Fate is ever changing with the persons actions, and its this misconstrued thoughts of Fate, that leads people to believe Fate itself is set in stone. Agatha wanted to take Harmony to the Circle of Stars, an order of True Mystics who would help Harmony come in touch with her gift.

Harmony Travelled with the Gypsy band for a few months as they travelled towards where the Circle of Stars made it's home, Far in the north, and ontop of the mountains to better study the stars. They stopped frequently of course, though Agatha was the Director of the Caravan, so they went where Agatha told them to go. Agatha took harmony as her own Daughter practically, Harmony affectionately calling her "Grandma Aggy", Much to Agatha's delight. When they got to the colder north climate, and stopped at the town at the foot of the mountain, Agatha and Harmony journeyed up alone, to a Castle almost, hidden within the spires of the mountains. There, as harmony entered the building, she was treated to a world of Mystique and wonder. Tomes, strange devices, star maps, potion workshops and Glyphic scribe rooms all were held in the castle. Harmony could almost Feel the gifts of the people there, and the people there could tell Harmony was Special.

They went to see the Head Mystic, a Middle aged Bovine woman named Tristian. Tristian took one look at harmony, and could Feel her powers were being stifled almost. Her parents being two different species, had inadvertently made it so she was at War within herself. What traits got snuffed out, what traits were dominant. She needed to literally be "in harmony" with herself. Harmony always had doubts of If she was a true wolf like her mother, or a Fox like her father, having traits of both. She was called halfbreed by some of the more Sinister noble children, and it had given her some doubts of her confidence. A ritual was planned, a ritual that would help harmony become more at peace with herself, and balance both sides of her fate.

She began her studies and training after a few days of Orientation around the Fortress hold. She was taught how they all viewed fate, and other "Mystics" who were charlatans in disguise. She learned Palm reading, Tarot Cards, How to study the Stars, Crystal Balls, and many other ways Mystics employed their gifts. She was also taught how to defend herself, their magic, a gift from the heavens itself. Astral blasts and falling stars, a part of their arsenal, as well as some basic combat with different arms like swords and Daggers. After a few months of training had gone by, Harmony felt more In tune with herself, like this was her life's calling. She enjoyed every aspect of it. She loved the helpful nature she could bring to others, and by helping others, helping herself find the true happiness she always wanted. Then, the time came for the Ritual to take place. Many Mystics were summoned back to the Circle to take part in Officially making Harmony a member, and helping her find her Balance within herself. She was explained that this ritual could alter her significantly, and that turning it down would not be frowned upon. If she did turn down that part of the ritual though, her gift would be forever stifled and she would never reach her true potential. Harmony agreed however, to go along with it. It didnt matter what she looked like, she just wanted to be the best she could be in her new happiness.

They took Harmony to a chamber within the top parts of the hold, on a night of a crescent moon where the clouds were minimal and the light of the moon and stars could enter in the open ceiling. She was stripped naked, and made to lay down on an altar. The Other Mystics who had gathered, began to chant old words from the Old Ways, as they called it, harmony, having to empty her mind, almost falling into a hypnotic trance state with their chanting. The moon rose and rose, harmony maintaining the trance for hours, until the moon reached its Zenith, and completely filled the opening of the ceiling with its light. Once it did so, harmony had fallen completely under the spell being weaved. Her body's color started to change on half her body, and the Head Mystic started inscribing sigils and glyphs onto harmony's nude body, unlocking and opening the gates of fate that revealed themselves to Tristian. Once the ritual was complete, harmony fell into a Deep sleep, her body reconfiguring itself after Her full abilities were unlocked, and her true self took form.

Harmony awoke after two days and nights, in the middle of the afternoon it seemed, in her bedroom. Agatha and Tristian both at her bedside. They werent entirely sure how harmony would take to her new appearance, but when they helped Harmony out of bed and took her to a full body mirror, harmony stared at herself wide eyed, slowly turning and examining herself. Tears sprang to her eyes. In her mind, she was perfect. She liked her Half and half body, the markings, all of it. It truely showed who she was, and it would also help shoo off the men who searched for her relentlessly. Eldora harmony, the Princess was gone. In its Place, Harmony, the Mystic, took center stage.

Harmony continued on with her training for the next several years, working on the road with Agatha and other mystics to get real world training at divining fortunes and aiding the people who sought out their guidance. She wound up leaving the Circle of stars at age 22, rejoining Agatha and the Gypsy's next time they visited, and wandered with them for a few years. Harmony working alongside Agatha fully now. At age 25, on her birthday, They had went back to the Circle, for a surprise gift. Her own Cart, equipped with all the tools and Trinkets she would need to strike out on her own. Harmony had made mention of wanting to branch out and explore the world with a new set of eyes, once she felt confident enough. Agatha relayed this wish to Tristian, and once they felt she was truly ready, they hatched their plan. Harmony was forever thankful to them, she couldnt believe what they had just given her, her ultimate wish fulfilled. After a night of celebration, and a few days of getting her belongings and things ready, she left, wandering the world on her own, Meeting up with the other Mystics when "Fate" led them together, and making a name for herself over the next several years. Many people sought out the Two-Toned maiden, bringing with them their life's issues and problems, and Harmony, never turning down anyone, no matter how small their problem may have been. She became what she always wanted to be, and she couldnt be happier. (edited)

Hey there. so my good friend  Dressari Is in a bit of a financial bind right now. Their vehicle is having issues with overheating, and they need some cash to help pay their bills this month, so they are opening commissions. Dressari is very talented, and very Reasonably priced. He's done ALOT of work for me before, almost all of my pics with Velvet were done by him. So please, if you could Drop him a Follow, Fave some of his art, or just spread the word, that would be appreciated. Or hell, If you ever wanted to get something with one of my characters, Now's the time to ask.

His prices:

$45 USD per character, shaded.
$10 for complex background.

He can do Sketches and flat colors as well for a little bit cheaper

So, i wanted to make a new backstory for skarin, since im moving away from him being an entirely Dark Souls based character, going towards more "Inspired by Darksouls." This backstory also is created for my Boyfriend  John-Maxwell 's story, "Tale to the King." A medieval/fantasy themed adventure story! go and check it out at his page!

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Skarin is a long lost warrior, from a bygone kingdom. several hundred years in the past, the great kingdoms once stood. Skarin hailed from Sunoria, Kingdom of light and the sun. A great cataclysmic event happened though: The Sundering, A great, magical fire, source of light and life on the world, was toyed with my a group of rogue wizards and casters, wanting to harness the power of the fire. It backfired, and a great eruption happened of magical fire. It Scorched and warped the land around the capital city, turning people into hellish monsters, and awakening the ancient dragons, deep from their sleep. The fire went out of control, and threatened to scorch the entire land, as it built more and more. Heroes were called to action, and some people, when the eruption happened, were chosen by the fire, Branded, to be the Fire's servants. Their goal was to get the flame under control again. The fire was benevolent, the source of pyromancies and holy magic. Legend said it was created by a compassionate god, to warm the world for its people. Skarin was one of the chosen, and left his home, friends, and family behind.

Skarin was an orphan at birth, his real parents disappearing. his basket was left in the middle of a forest, with signs of a struggle around them. whether they lived or died was unknown, only the footprints of some manor of creature. He was found by a patrol, and brought back to the guards Headquarters, where his new adoptive father took him in, and raised and trained him as his own. He had a Fiancé, Velvet. a loving shark girl that would be his wife, until The Sundering happened.

He Went about his duty, fighting horrid monsters, Dragons, and the like, Discovering the fire had blessed him with Undeath. He wouldn't stay dead, only be revived at the last place he slept at. Unknowing to him, every time he made a fire at camp, and lit it with his magic, It created a link for others to follow in his footsteps. linking a network of other waymarks for people to go behind him, incase he perished, or his soul was devoured or destroyed. These waymarks remained to the present day, being made into Roadways after the ruins of the old kingdoms were rebuilt, and turned into the more modern kingdoms in the future, laying the roadwork for roads to be built between cities and the ruins for explorers and archaeologist to study them. Skarin gathered the souls of the defeated, and made his way to the fiery pit, Feeding The flame all the souls he collected to soothe the fire. It worked, The flame sputtered, the souls he captured taking the overloading magic essence, and quelling it in a smothering of souls. The fire gave one last eruption, scorching the area around it...

...And skarin awoke. Several hundred years later, from a long, stasis. He was in a crumbled tomb, his sarcophagus untouched. He opened it to see the ruins around him, and stepped outside. He realized what he lost, he thought he was going to die, and stay dead. But he didn't, the fire granted him a chance at a new life again... Though at a cost... everything skarin loved was gone. his kingdom in Ruins, Nobody seemed to remember what the Sundering was... He was alone... He now goes about the land, dealing with his loss and grief, and trying to make a new life for himself, in a world totally unknown to him.

I finally caved and made a telegram. if you need to get a hold of me, you can find me here.

https://t.me/SunbroSkarin

Its my birthday today! turning 28. that is all.

Hey there. Im looking for an artist that draws males really well for a group photo of my male OC's. Lemme know if anyone knows someone like that, or if you think you fit the bill yourself!

The commission idea was going to be my characters Skarin, Kaelic, Salem, and Elias wearing Tuxedo tops and naked bottoms besides a jock. all of them showing off their butts.

Hey there. My buddy  Dressari recently lost his job, and to make ends meet, hes taking commissions. $40 for one character and a simple background. He does NSFW and SFW. Please lemme know if you'd like to commission him. He's done most of the art i have for Velvet, and the most recent one with Her and Skarin.

I recently saw an instance of this, so let me make this perfectly Clear...

All of the artwork that i will post here are of MY characters. I own them all, unless i have stated so otherwise in the arts description via Tagging the characters owners. DO NOT use, draw, Roleplay as, trace, or do ANYTHING with my characters without my Permission. If you want to gift me something, just ask me first. i dont want any of my characters to be in any situation that i do not agree with, so PLEASE respect character owners and ask them first before you use their characters. using someones character without the owners expressed permission is a very shitty move, and it technically is copyright infringement.

Uploaded my newest commission, and some older pics i neglected to upload.

working on uploading alot of art i've been neglecting to do over a period of time. XD enjoy the new arts! links to all the artists, or where to find them will be posted too!

Basics:
Name: Skarin of Astora
Species: Wolverine
Age: 26
Job: Warrior of Sunlight, Security at the Bar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual

Genitals:
Penis: 9 inches long, with a Sheath, No knot
Vagina:
Butt: Nicely shaped, and toned
Breast:

Appearance:
Toned and muscular, a Warriors body, with a little bit of fat. He has a Circular brand on his left shoulder, and Steely blue eyes. His claws are Semi-retractable.

Fur Patten: Brown on most of his body, with black on his hands, Feet, and tip of his tail. a Tan line around his face.
Clothes:Mainly wears Jeans and Tee-shirts. His combat Gear consists of a Gambison over his clothes, Chainmail, An Iron Breatplate. Chain leggings with Shinguards and Armguards.
Underwear (including bras and panties): Usually Boxer briefs
Height: 5'10
Weight: 200 lbs.
Tail length: three and a half feet

Personality:
Skarin is Friendly and Welcoming to most people he meets, unless he gets a bad vibe from them. He's quick to defend the ones he likes and loves, and not easily angered. He's a Softie at heart, and very selfless and caring, despite his Species being known for Aggression. He can be playful at times, teasing and making jokes with anyone.
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Kinks:
"Nope": Hard gore, Cruelty, Hard vore, Bathroom stuff
"Yes": Cuddles, teasing.
"yes please": Romance, Gentle/rough sex, BDSM, femdom
"OH FUCK YES GIMMIE": Spanking, Anal, Femdom, being tied up, Tentacles, multiple orgasms/creampies.

Other notes: He is a Sub lean, not afraid to dom.

Backstory:
Out in the Forests outside Astora, A Patrol of Warriors of Sunlight walked through the thick brush. They heard a roar from some kind of Horrid Beast, and shouting, and went towards the direction of the Sound. "It came from this way!" one said, the others following in hot Pursuit. The sounds of a baby crying were heard, as well as wings beating away. they couldnt see what it was through the thick Canopy, but the babies cries made all of them double time it.

When they reached a Clearing, they found broken Limbs from trees, Blood, and the aftermath of some kind of Struggle. a Wicker baby carrier sat on the ground, a shaft of Sunlight falling over the basket from the beast breaking through the Canopy. An Older Knight, wearing heavy armor went to Inspect the Basket, Coming to find a Young wolverine babe inside it, While the other Knights investigated the area.

"No signs of anything... Tracks of... Sum-fing, but not else Command'uh." One said. The commander took off his helmet, showing a Mid 30's, brown Haired male. He lifted the baby out of the basket, holding him in his arms to try and soothe the babe. "Shh, Shh... Its fine, you'll be okay." He said softly, stroking the babe's chin with a gloved finger. A younger knight came up to his side, looking at the babe, in a little shock, The Wolverine tribe didnt typically come out this far, away from their village.
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"Thats one of the Wolverines... Jonah, What should we do?" He asked his Commander. Jonah Looked around and Sighed, setting the babe who had tired themselves out, falling asleep from Jonah's touch. Jonah set him back into the basket, Picking it, and the baby up. "I think we all can figure out what happened here... We'll take him back, and send a Team to the closest Wolverine Village. If his parents Somehow survived, We'll give him right back." Jonah said, The Knights nodding and saying "Yes, Sir's" and falling in line. Jonah Looked at the babe, it awoke and looked back with vibrant blue eyes. This babe would become known as Skarin of Astora.


The knights took the babe back to Astora, Organizing the Party to go out to the CLosest Wolverine Village. When they arrived there though, It was empty. Like everyone had suddenly vanished from existence. No blood, No signs of a fight, nothing. Something Drove them all from their homes, and since the Wolverine tribes were very few in number, and Reluctant at outside interaction, They knew not where the next one would be. Upon hearing the teams findings, Jonah sighed, looking at the babe now left in their care. He summoned up his officers, and held a meeting to determine the boy's fate.

"Well, What should we do with him." Jonah asked his officers. Many ideas were thrown about, Taking him to the orphanage, Trying to find one of his Kind to care for them, Sending out Missives to find where the tribe had gone. It has been nearly three weeks, and no-one had come to Astora looking for the boy, Nor had they recieved any Wolverine tribe visitors. Jonah was Reluctant to send the boy off to a Orphanage. He had grown attached to him. Those blue eyes, they Sparkled with something. Jonah couldnt let him go. "Well, If no-one's come for him, Why dont we just take him to Woodside's then? at least he'll be cared for." A officer spoke up. Jonah let out a sigh and shook his head, Looking at the babe on his lap.
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"I dont know... I feel something in him... He could be great, Like Destiny plays a Part in his life." Jonah spoke, Leaning back in his chair, before coming to his final Decision, Looking at his Officers. "I cant leave the boy to his fate. Somethings telling me to keep him. So, We will Care for him, Raise him in the light of the Sun. Train him to be one of us. It must have been Fate that led us to him, and i wont squander his life away to Sit in an orphanage. I'll adopt the Boy as my own. It's our tenant to Help anyone in need, correct?" The other Officers, loyal to their commander and trusting of his gut feelings, all agreed to it. "Hah, Guess we all got ourselves a Kid to raise, a true Son of the Sun." "Uggh, Can it Markus." One of the officers, a Female, Turned to Jonah and then the boy. "Well, If we're taking him in, He needs a name. What shall we call the boy, Jonah?" Jonah nods, lifting the boy up against his chest. "He'll be called... Skarin... Skarin of Astora."


Skarin's early Childhood was spent being raised by his dozens of brothers and sisters in the Warriors of Sunlight. The early years were the roughest, His animalistic nature coming out. He Growled and bit, Scratched, Caused a Few problems for Jonah, some that caused a little backlash and words to toss Skarin outside the walls of the city, and Fend for himself. Jonah, always talking things down, Saying "He was Abandoned, Lost, Somehow Surviving the attack that claimed the lives of his parents. He was a child of Fate, And the Orders Tenants were to Help those in need, and be Rolemodels of how people should treat others". That usually quieted the angered members, Not wanting to Disobey the man who led them through so much.

Skarin Mellowed out after age 5, More or less becoming a Playful puppy, and little brother to the knights. Happy to see them come home, Crying when he lost a Brother or sister. Play-wrestling with some off-duty. Around Age 7, He started his formal training to become a member of the Warriors, Learning the Art of the Sword, Receiving an education, Learning about the First Flame, and the Undead Curse, as well as the Gods themselves. Gwyn, Nito, The Witch of Izaleth. As Skarin grew up, He became a Skilled fighter, beating most of the order by age 15, Learning and excelling at their holy magic called "Miracles." He became an Excellent Healer, specializing in ttthe type of magic. Jonah always gave him praise when he excelled, and made sure to correct any mistakes he made along the way.
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When Skarin turned twenty, He formally graduated his training, becoming a Full-fledge Warrior of Sunlight. He helped along Guard duty, taking patrols, fending off Monsters that came too close to Astora. Jonah eventually told him how they found him, In the woods, with the marks of whatever killed his parents out there. His tribe Vanished. Skarin took it upon himself to learn all he can about his Kind, Reading every book in the library on them. Taking his own Jorneys to the Village, and where they found him. He wanted to see others of his kind, find his actual parents, but Jonah, and the Warriors of Sunlight were his actual Family. He remained loyal to them through thick and thin, always there for his brothers and sisters.
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Upon returning from a patrol through the Woods, they took the long way around, going by the orphanage. It was there, Skarin found his first true love. One of the Caretakers for the Children was sat outside as they played, A beautiful Shark-Girl, With Purple and white skin, Raven Hair, and gorgeous Amber colored eyes. He saw her and was immediately lovestruck. She looked back at him, giving him a beautiful smile, and a little wave. Skarin blushed and waved back. He started taking that route every chance he could get, forming a Relationship with the Woman, Who he knew as Velvet. He'd bring her Flowers, Play with the Children on his off-days, and Spending time with his new lover. They formed a bond together, He and Velvet, One night, Leading her to the little home he had, and having a Long, romantic night of Passion.

The Two formally got Engaged, and Skarin couldnt be happier with her. They shared many nights together, fulfilling their lusts and desires with one another, even inviting others to join in the fun. They became inseparable, going to the Local Inn at the end of the day to Drink and be merry, Sing and dance, then go home and make Love to each other. Skarin was as happy as he could be, but unfortunately, it wouldnt last very long.


The First Flame, The flame that Lights the world, and stays off the Darkness, Began to fade. The skies Darkened, and horrid monsters returned to the land. The Curse of the Undead started to Sprout up, A curse that will eventually make the bearer go mad, and turn Hollow. The mark of the Curse was the Darksign, A Legend was fond in Astora, related to the curse,

"Thou who art Undead, art chosen... In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords... When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know..."

It was decided, that in order to save the world, The Warriors of Sunlight would seek out the curse, and fulfil the Prophecy. Skarin, being one of the orders greatest warriors, was chosen to lead the charge, Much to his dismay. He didnt want to leave all he had known and loved, going home that day, and crying in Velvets arms for hours. They would leave in two weeks time, the mission was decreed a Suicide mission, No-one knew what would happen out in the land of Ancient Lords, Lothric. They had to Seek out the curse, and be put into the Undead Asylum. Skarin and Velvet Spent all the time they could together, until the Day Skarin had to leave.


Upon the Day of their Departure, Skarin and Velvet shared one last Hug and Kiss, both looking into Eachother's eyes lovingly. Skarin and velvet both crying and not wanting to leave Eachothers Grasp.

"I'll Come back to you velvet, I swear i will, Nothing will keep me from being in your arms again."

"I know you will my love. Take Care, and go and save the world. For all of us."

They said their final Goodbyes, Skarin leading a group of Twelve men. His closest and most trusted Knights. They became Cursed, Marked by the Darksign, and strode Forth from the Undead Asylum together, Meeting up at the Firelink Shrine, at least, any who managed to Survive. Upon their journey together, to seek the Souls of the Lords, making for the Bell of Awakening, One by One, Skarin's brothers Fell. Either the Horrid beasts took them, Or the Madness of the Curse turned them Hollow. Skarin eventually arriving at the Kiln of the First Flame. Alone, bearing the weight of the World on his shoulders as he strode down the long steps, to the Decrepit God. He Fought and Slew Gwyn, Taking the Final soul he needed. Tired, emotionally drained, and Wanting to go home, He Knelt before the flame, and offered all the souls he had collected to it.

The Flame would be Kindled, It enshrouded Skarin, consuming all the souls he took. Skarin yelled out in pain, as the Flames Seared his flesh and burnt his fur. He eventually passed out, the pain too much. His eyes closed as Darkness took him. He was going to die. His love, Father, Family and friends, He'll never see them again. He let out Tear after tear, as the Darkness took him.
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He Awoke again, this time in a grave. He slowly rose out of it, in a place he didnt recognize. He didnt die? was this the afterlife? He still had his armor, Weapons, the Darksign still burned on his arm. no, He was alive, and somewhere else. He sat up and curled up, Remembering everything the Flame had taken from him. He cried in sorrow for hours, until he had no tears left. He eventually got up, Learning the new land he was in was called Drangleic. a new kingdom that had risen over the old, after the Linking of the flame. The flame was fading once again though, and the Undead were rising once more. When he tried to Explain he was the one that Linked the flame the First time, He was either Spurned as mad, or attacked and called Hollow. Lost in the new world he was in, He had one choice left to do. Link the flame once again. He didnt know why he even bothered. He'd never see the ones He loved again, Never return to the Beautiful forest and city of Astora. Why bother? He didnt know it, but he was starting to turn, to go Hollow.
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He sat at a Bonfire one night, Curled up and sobbing his sorrows. Wanting to end it all. He tried. Letting himself be killed by beasts, Falling off Cliffs. Eachtime, he just returned to the flame again and again. He was losing his humanity. He let out a deep sigh as he curled up next to the fire, When something fell out of his bag. He picked it up, and it was a Heart Shaped Locket. Velvet Gave him the Locket when they left, he remembered. He opened it, to see a Lock of her raven hair behind a Glass pane, and a little Music box in the bottom. He wound it and remembered. The curse had taken some of his memories from him. Upon hearing the Music, Ebbing deep into his memories, He remembered why he fought, Why he sacrificed all he did. He may never see them again, But at least they knew a life without fear and Darkness. He cried that night, holding the locket close as he remembered who he was. Regaining himself, He strode forth, Unto the throne of want, and claimed it, Rekindling the flame once again. He was tired, and done with fighting. He hoped this time would be the last, so he could finally know rest. He closed His eyes once more, as the flames took him. the familiar pain of what happened the first time enshrouded his body, as he prepared for his hopeful, Final rest.
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When next he awoke, a Bell was ringing across an Ashen graveyard. Skarin slowly rising from a grave once more. He sat upwards and looked around. Still alive, Still being tormented by a rest that will never come. He did not cry this time. He crawled out of the grave, and rested against the Unmarked tombstone, curled up into a ball, the horrors and things he had done rolling through his mind. He sat there, unmoving for what felt like forever, the calls of the rising dead rolling over the graveyard. He knew why he was kept being awoken. He had become a Lord of Cinder himself. One being called upon to relink the fire each time it started to fade. Reluctantly, and emotionlessly, he eventually got up, Strolling through the graveyard, starting his journey anew.
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He reached Firelink shrine, the firekeeper greeting him as "Ashen one." His new task was to get the souls of Lords of Cinder, who left their Thrones and failed to do their duty. He set out, Fighting, Slaying, Dying. With little concern for himself now. He fought Carelessly, every emotion he had had been taken from him, Never knowing peace, or rest. Never again will he be able to see his loved ones, Cursed to be a slave of the flame from now on. He fought the Abyss Watchers, Aldritch, Yhorm, The Giant. Collecting their souls and Cinders, placing them on their thrones. There was one more left to claim. The lord of Lothric Himself, who had abandoned his duty.


He arrived and fought his way through Lothric Castle, going to the Highest reaches, entering the Domicile of the last Lord of Cinder. What he found though, made him gasp in shock and horror. THe last Lord of Cinder, was just a boy. Prince Lothric, No more than 17 years old greeted him, atop a Bed-like throne. The Frail, thin boy Looked at him. Calling out to him in a young voice.

"Oh dear... another Dogged contender. Welcome, Unkindled One, Purloiner of Cinders. Mind you, the mantle of lord interest me none. The Fire-linking curse, the Legacy of lords, Let it all Fade into nothing."

His brother, Lorian, a crippled Knight crawled out of the shadows, standing before his brother, amongst the bones of all those who came before Skarin. How could he kill a boy? How? why had fate given him such a gruesome task. He dropped his sword and shield, falling to his knees. Not knowing what to do. Lothric was a little shocked, no-one before had shown such remorse. He bade his brother stay his blade, looking out to him.

"You stay your blade, conflicted. the first out of many. You've done quite enough, Now have your rest, Unkindled one. Sit with me, and let the world fade into nothing."

Skarin silently nodded his head, climbing up to Lothric's throne, Sitting with him for a while. The Prince and him having a quiet Discussion, learning of eachothers story. Lothric was Groomed to be a Lord of CInder, Being experimented on, the proclaimed Heir of Fire, when it was his brother, who slew a demon Lord alone, should have been the one chosen. Lorians tongue had been cut out, and his legs crippled. The brothers threw away their destiny, wanting nothing more than just to sit till the end of everything.
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They talked for what Seems like forever, watching and waiting. It felt wrong for Skarin. Listening to Lothric's attempts to sway him to end the world. He had fought, Died, Cried, and bled for it all, and to just throw it away, He couldnt. With reluctant tears he turned to Lothric. "I cant. I cant just sit here and let everything i've fought and died for fade. Even if the world is dying itself. For the memory of all those i hold dear, I cant let it all be for nothing." They both agreed, Skarin would leave, and the next he returned, there would be no mercy for the other. Skarin left and readied himself, Coming back the next day, although with the Darksign burning in the sky, the sky remained a burning orange Hue, the Pilgrim Butterflies swarming the castle. He re-entered the Throne room of lothric and their Dual begun.
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With Tears in his eyes, and regret in his heart, Skarin slew the two Princes, both of them fading to ash. Before he faded, Lothric said his final Farewell. "Mark my words... You... Remain... amongst... The accursed." As their bodies faded to nothing, Skarin collapsed onto the floor, Tears flowing from his eyes. He cursed the Gods, the flame, everything. "Why, WHY, Why must it be me! What have i done to earn such Torment! I just want to Die... To rest... I'm so tired..." He called out to no-one. Skarin was Tired, Wounded, and Bleeding from his injuries. He wanted Dearly to feel Deaths final loving embrace. He cried and bled till he couldnt cry any longer. He recovered their Cinders and soul eventually, Making his way back to the Shrine, and opening the way to the Kiln of the First Flame. Where his Final challenge awaited.
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He entered the Kiln of the First Flame. a Graveyard of Ash, the Circular arena, at the edge of the world, where the Guardian of the Flame awaited. The culmination of everyone who had linked the flame before him. He drew his blade and shield, Striding forward. The Charred guardian, covered in sooty, melted armor, Drew the Coiled blade from the Fire in the center of the room. Both them striding forward, Skarin letting out a Fierce Yell as they started the final Duel. After Clashing and Fighting one another, He fell the Soul of Cinder, Leaving them Kneeling. The Guardian Glew in flame, Before Changing his weapon into a Fiery rendition of Gwyn's Sword, Adopting his Fighting style. Skarin recognized this, Meeting Gwyn once again in Combat. Remembering everything he had fought for back then. Re-invigorated, He met his foe, Eventually slaying him, as the Guardian fell into ash. Skarin Huffed and bled from his wounds, Falling to the ground after his Duel. He slowly got up, Walking over to the Flame. He did what he knew how to, and Kindled the flame. Wincing as the flames Enshrouded his body. The flames consumed him, Eventually passing out from the Fiery hug of the flame, Falling to the ground, and awaiting the next time he had to awaken.


When he awoke, He was shocked to see he was still in the Kiln of the First Flame. The grey flowers and Ash covering his body. As he regained consciousness, He saw Someone in Dark robes and armor from head to toe before him. He slowly stood up, looking the person over. They gave off a feeling as old and ancient of Time Itself. The being spoke in a Gritty and Old, ethereal Voice.

" Skarin of Astora, Lord of Cinder. You have Done well in your servitude to the flame, and for your world. Your pain and Suffering ends here. I Release you from your Curse, so you may yet Live your life Anew. The First Flame Will forever be apart of you, Enshrouded around your Singed Soul."

The being raised a hand, The glow on his Brand fading, becoming nothing more than a reminder of what he went through. Skarin put a hand to his shoulder, where the brand lay on his body, feeling the burning pain he grew accustomed to fade. He looked at the Being, tears filling his eyes.
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"But where will i go, What will i do! Everyone i knew and love is gone, This world is fading. Now, after all this time, you give me relief?! Who are you!?" He called out. The being standing still as stone, Walking forward as he conjures a Blue, glowing Crystal. handing it to Skarin, and Holding the Coiled Sword.

"Who i am matters not to you. This Crystal shall let you Traverse the worlds like walking through a Forest. It is Limited in power, so Use it Wisely.It will allow you to go Forwards, but never back. Go, Restart your life. Make as your Order Decrees, and Find your very own sun." The being Grips the Coiled Sword, Making it shrink to the size of a Pendant, handing it over.

"Should you have need of the Flame's power, Toss this into a Fire you make, I have Sealed a bit of the First Flame within it. I can not bring back what was taken Thousands of years ago, But find yourself a New life, Skarin of Astora." Skarin took both Gifts, Watching the being as he faded away.

"Fare the well"
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Skarin Sat there, stunned, holding the gifts he was given. He Stood up, holding the Crystal in his hand. He was finally free of the curse that robbed him of everything. The memories of everyone he lost was fresh on his mind. He was given a Second Chance at least. Now, lost without a home. He channels upon the crystal, The crystal's magic activating, whisking him away to New worlds and places, Finally being given the relief he so sorely wanted. He will never forget Velvet, Jonah, His friends and town.

He now travels the new worlds he comes across, Living out the remainder of his life. The Scar on his shoulder, the locket of a Loved one, his armor and Weapons, the only things he has to remind him of his home.