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Do broken off crystal shards have special properties, or could they? Are they combineable with another form of magic?
Nyxis's broken-off crystal shards have no special properties, nor do they enhance magic...
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Nyxis's broken-off crystal shards have no special properties, nor do they enhance magic...
http://ask.fm/BatGeneral/answer/125950267940
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He decided to grab her eyepatch to play keep-away. Unfortunately, it's not a good idea to remove it because it takes away bits of her fur every time, comes with some strands of internal fluids oozing out, and uncovers her hollow eye socket and some bone and missing skin.
Yeaaah, the crystals are pretty useless there because I wanted to focus wholly on her characterization dealing with the illness; any magical properties or stuff that could create a butterfly effect/crystal zombie outbreak infection would take away from writing her and complicate the story more than I think is necessary to get the point across.
You're always welcome to divert from my canon if your plot calls for it though! =)
You're always welcome to divert from my canon if your plot calls for it though! =)
Good God! Scar the poor mutt for life why don't ya?
I didn't think it could come off. Ow, just ow!
Of course you realize I have to use this now? My brain's already started working on how to write this scene. This is so far away from Samson's usual demeanor, and I love putting characters outside of their comfort zone.
Hm...
First Draft:
She said she wasn't in the mood, but of course, she never was at first. He always had to get her to loosen up before she felt like playing. It always went like that. He'd annoy her until she had to pay attention to him, and before she knew it, he would have her laughing and smiling the way she was meant too. She would then thank him. Either right then or in the morning if things went further, and while that was often nice, all he truly wanted was to see her happy.
She deserves to be happy, he thought.
His eyes caught the glint of her eye-patch, and an idea flashed through his mind. He drifted behind her and nosed her shoulder playfully.
Nyxis sighed, "I have a headache, Samson." She faced him. "We can do this lat-"
"Keep away!" He howled and lunged at her face, latching his maw around the edge of her patch. There was more resistance than he figured there would be, but it did loosen. He would remember the suckling pop the patch made when it detached, but only in hindsight and in quite a few nightmares.
Samson giggled, eyes closed and tail wagging as he darted back. He held his paws up playfully.
Chase me! Come on, chase m-
He opened his eyes. Samson froze. He knew there would probably be a nasty wound or scar, perhaps a milky eye, but this was...
"Oh god," he said through the patch in his muzzle.
Nyxis stood completely still. Shock was the only emotion plastered on her face, at least on the parts that weren't missing. There was nothing where her eye had been. Only stark white bone that formed a hole that led into his friend's face. Blood leaked down from freshly torn skin, and something flowed from that hole. It was clear, but far to viscous to be water. The fluid trailed from the hole, and Samson's eyes followed it to the tip of his nose. He fell against the wall hard enough to send his glasses falling from his head when he saw the trail end at the patch still held in his mouth.
I can taste it. Oh God, I can taste it!, his horrified mind realized.
He slid down the wall instinctively wrapping his tail around himself and hugging it tight. He felt the tears well in his eyes before releasing into two streams. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry."
Nyxis finally stirred. She threw an arm over the right side of her face, blocking her wound from Samson's view. She looked terrified, and that scared Samson more than anything. She held out a wing. "Samson give it to me, please."
He flinched away from her, trying to curl into an even tighter ball. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I- I didn't mean..."
"It's okay. It's okay," she said, "I not mad. Just give it back and- AH!" Nyxis's face twisted in pain, and she pulled her wing away from her face baring all of it to Samson. He felt his heart and stomach twist.
"OH MY GOD!" Samson yelped, and the patch fell from his mouth. Nyxis snatched it from the air, but that was the last Samson saw as he scrambled to his feet and took off down the hall. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He shouted as he ran. He felt his heart ache with every step.
Nyxis, the side of her face feeling like it was on fire, watched as the labra-collie rounded a corner and his sobs faded into nothing. She turned to her patch lying in her palm. A few strands of skin and fur hung from its edge along with her own fluids. She turned the patch over and caught a glimpse of her face in its reflection. Her blood went cold.
No one deserved to see that.
Nyxis shed only one tear that night, and it had nothing to do with her pain.
"No, I'm sorry."
Thoughts?
I didn't think it could come off. Ow, just ow!
Of course you realize I have to use this now? My brain's already started working on how to write this scene. This is so far away from Samson's usual demeanor, and I love putting characters outside of their comfort zone.
Hm...
First Draft:
She said she wasn't in the mood, but of course, she never was at first. He always had to get her to loosen up before she felt like playing. It always went like that. He'd annoy her until she had to pay attention to him, and before she knew it, he would have her laughing and smiling the way she was meant too. She would then thank him. Either right then or in the morning if things went further, and while that was often nice, all he truly wanted was to see her happy.
She deserves to be happy, he thought.
His eyes caught the glint of her eye-patch, and an idea flashed through his mind. He drifted behind her and nosed her shoulder playfully.
Nyxis sighed, "I have a headache, Samson." She faced him. "We can do this lat-"
"Keep away!" He howled and lunged at her face, latching his maw around the edge of her patch. There was more resistance than he figured there would be, but it did loosen. He would remember the suckling pop the patch made when it detached, but only in hindsight and in quite a few nightmares.
Samson giggled, eyes closed and tail wagging as he darted back. He held his paws up playfully.
Chase me! Come on, chase m-
He opened his eyes. Samson froze. He knew there would probably be a nasty wound or scar, perhaps a milky eye, but this was...
"Oh god," he said through the patch in his muzzle.
Nyxis stood completely still. Shock was the only emotion plastered on her face, at least on the parts that weren't missing. There was nothing where her eye had been. Only stark white bone that formed a hole that led into his friend's face. Blood leaked down from freshly torn skin, and something flowed from that hole. It was clear, but far to viscous to be water. The fluid trailed from the hole, and Samson's eyes followed it to the tip of his nose. He fell against the wall hard enough to send his glasses falling from his head when he saw the trail end at the patch still held in his mouth.
I can taste it. Oh God, I can taste it!, his horrified mind realized.
He slid down the wall instinctively wrapping his tail around himself and hugging it tight. He felt the tears well in his eyes before releasing into two streams. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry."
Nyxis finally stirred. She threw an arm over the right side of her face, blocking her wound from Samson's view. She looked terrified, and that scared Samson more than anything. She held out a wing. "Samson give it to me, please."
He flinched away from her, trying to curl into an even tighter ball. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I- I didn't mean..."
"It's okay. It's okay," she said, "I not mad. Just give it back and- AH!" Nyxis's face twisted in pain, and she pulled her wing away from her face baring all of it to Samson. He felt his heart and stomach twist.
"OH MY GOD!" Samson yelped, and the patch fell from his mouth. Nyxis snatched it from the air, but that was the last Samson saw as he scrambled to his feet and took off down the hall. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He shouted as he ran. He felt his heart ache with every step.
Nyxis, the side of her face feeling like it was on fire, watched as the labra-collie rounded a corner and his sobs faded into nothing. She turned to her patch lying in her palm. A few strands of skin and fur hung from its edge along with her own fluids. She turned the patch over and caught a glimpse of her face in its reflection. Her blood went cold.
No one deserved to see that.
Nyxis shed only one tear that night, and it had nothing to do with her pain.
"No, I'm sorry."
Thoughts?
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