Ashildr leaned against

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Ashildr leaned against

Ashildr leaned against the car, trying to keep up a calm facade while staring at her cell phone. She had gotten it precisely for this purpose, really: that when the time came, she would be able to lean against something, plug in her earbuds, and text like she was some high schooler in Starbucks.

Luckily, it was only about nine o'clock, and nobody was asleep at that time. Ashildr was able to have a very realistic conversation as she waited. Hey, Ash, what's up? U shud come over tomorrow: we're having spaghetti.

Nah, won't be able to make it. We're going to a movie.

Cool, which one?

Dad's an Emma Watson fanatic.

Say no more.

Well, at least she had appropriate friends.

"Honey, are you doing okay?" Ashildr looked up at the officer, who was bending slightly to be face to face with her. "I know this is rather traumatic for you."

"I'm fine," she replied, shrugging with a teenage air.

"Good. Then you won't mind if I ask a few questions."

"Fire away." She had prepared for this.

"What's your full name?"

"Aishling Luna O'Brien. I'm Irish."

"What about your father's?"

"Michael William O'Brien." That wasn't true. His name was Áed.

"Where were you two headed?"

"We were going to the movies in the strip mall up ahead, to see Beauty and the Beast." That was, technically speaking, true. They were going to hide in the movie theater.

"Thank you. I'll come back if I need to ask you anything else." Ashildr noticed the obvious lack of what happened? She, of course, had an answer ready, but it wasn't needed. The smashed driver's-side window, cowering daughter, and beaten father showed it all.

They hadn't made it. Somehow, their chasers had missed Ashildr, but there was still the matter of her father. Dead, the medics had said. Rediculous, Ashildr knew. All she had to do was get to him and everything would be fine.

Everyone there was very distracted. The flashing lights and CAUTION tape sent even the policemen into a panic. This was a small town; nothing like this had ever happened before, and there was only so much you could do. That made it much easier for Ashildr to sneak right up to her father's body and wrench his jaws open.

 "Taispeáin dom má tá sé ina chónaí," she whispered. "Ostende mihi vivit."

A thick white smoke billowed from her mouth and down his throat, spiralling and contracting, writhing as it entered its new host. But it soon billowed, overflowed, and poured out of his mouth again. "No. Impossible. Taispeáin dom má tá sé ina chónaí. Ostende mihi vivit. Ostende mihi vivit!"

No matter how many times she repeated the spell, it was painfully obvious.

Her father was dead.

 

Ashildr wrenched open the backseat door, crawling into the car and hefting out one of the cushions. There was a messenger bag there, smushed from being hidden so long, but ready if she ever had to flee. Ashildr snatched it up, slung it over her shoulder, and got out of the car again, sprinting into the woods.

When she was far enough away, she pulled out a flashlight from the bag and rummaged around for the notebook. That was the most important thing, bigger than even the map. If the notebook was not there, all was lost.

She breathed a sigh of relief as her hands closed around its hard leather surface, pulling out the brown-binded book and flipping it open. Her father's handwriting had not changed in thousands of years: it was still almost impossible to decipher. Still, she only needed to refresh her memory, not learn anything anew.

____

THE CONTENTS OF THE NOTEBOOK

On your travels, you will encounter many creatures, and it is essential that you know how to recognize them, and battle them if need be. Know that all magical creatures are either immortal or undead, so the methods for defeating them must be followed to the letter. The rarities are from one to five, one being the rarest and five the most common. Please be careful, my darling. Remember, every magical creature can transform themselves to look human, so be alert at all times.

Species: Dragon

Rarity: 1 - there are many of us in this world, but almost all are hibernating and healing. I doubt you will come across another waking dragon on your travels.

Types: Riding (that is you, my dear - designed for others to fly on, red-scaled); hunting (as I am, made to seek out prey and capture it, blue-scaled); fighting (the most dangerous of all, I pray that you do not meet one of these vicious creatures on your quest, black-scaled); breeding (like your mother, made purely to keep the species alive. Beware - they have a violent streak, purple-scaled).

Powers: Fire-breathing, flight, impenetrability (do not let anyone get under your scales or you shall be truly doomed).

Identifying features: long, claw-like nails; wild hair; short build. It is possible they may show you their wings, but unlikely.

Weaknesses: If you ever find yourself fighting a dragon, get your claws under their scales before they get under yours. You are agile and quick, like all of your type; most other dragons are slow, but harder to breach the defenses of. Fighting dragons do not have scales on their stomachs, so if you do find yourself battling one, get under them. Just remember: this lack of scales makes them the quickest of the dragons, so beware.

Immortality: It is impossible to kill a dragon, as you know. But we can be mortally injured, and fall alseep to heal our wounds. This happened to you when you attempted to join the American Revolution, do you recall? You slept through much of the Western Expansion. Remember that dragons are one of the oldest species on this planet, and can come from as long ago as Ancient Greece.

 

Species: Pixie

Rarity: 5 - they normally travel in packs, and there are many around this world.

Types: Flying (Flying Pixies are often called fairies by the humans because of their wings and small shape); shape-shifting (one of the trickiest, as they use these powers to pass off as anything and then wreak havoc); spell-casting (the most dangerous, as they are tiny, powerful targets); boogieman (terrifying pixies, ones that prefer scaring humans as opposed to their other, prankster relatives).

Powers: Invisibility, changing their height (each type of pixie has a separate set of powers.)

Identifying features: A small, skinny build; short hair; freckles; a light, common laugh; pointed ears in some cases.

Weaknesses: All pixies cannot resist a good joke, and will fall over laughing; they especially appreciate slapstick. Flying Pixies' wings are incredibly delicate and can be harmed simply by touching them. If you can find a way to silence a Spell-Casting Pixie, they are completely harmless. Boogieman Pixies detest the light, especially sunlight.

Immortality: Pixies are easily confined, and it is difficult for them to escape almost any cage, but they cannot die, as they don't have blood in their veins or a heart to pump it. Remember that Pixies are generally not more than a few hundred years old, as they first started appearing in the sixteenth century.

 

Species: Mermaid

Rarity: 3

Types: Selkie (shifters, though they are limited to mer-shape, sea creature-shape, and human-shape), Siren (the most beautiful, with singing voices that will lure anyone towards them - but beware, for they are the singular carnivorous species of mermaid); Maiden (the ones most commonly seen by humans, and a completely useless breed in my opinion).

Powers: They do not breathe, resistance to pressure, inhuman strength, communication with sea creatures

Identifying features: Very long hair, an attachment to water, flirtatious nature,

Weaknesses: Mermaids dehydrate if they are out of the water too long, and become weak and susceptible. In order to shift into their creature-shape, Selkies need their skin (often a piece of clothing), and are stuck as a human/mermaid without it. Sirens admire voices as beautiful as theirs and will let you free if you impress them. Maidens are flirtatious and weak, though they have a tendancy to befriend other, stronger sea creatures - beware of those.

Immortality: Mermaids do not breathe, and therefore do not need lungs; they have no blood to react to pressure with. They can feel pain, but are not damaged by attacks. The best thing to do is render them incapable of whatever they are attempting. Remember that mermaids are creatures that first came about during the Reconaissance, though ones that old have generally retired to the middle of the ocean by this time.

 

Species: Vampire

Rarity: 4

Types: Pack (travel in groups and are very vicious when together. They are very loud and blend into crowds, trying to isolate groups to attack.); Lone (travel alone, very bloodthirsty. Usually hunt in small areas, blend in with the background, and attack singular people).

Powers: Turning into bats, knowing their exact location at all times, a limited teleportation, night vision

Identifying features: Overlarge canines, a goth dressing style, overly pale skin

Weaknesses: Vampires dislike garlic, and enough of it will make them hesitate before attacking you, though it is not the best weapon. They are not susceptible to holy water or crosses, so DO NOT USE THESE. Wooden stakes are the best, though they are also injured by silver. They detest sunlight, though it will not kill them, and lightbulbs/flashlights have no effect.

Immortality: Vampires are undead. They do not have blood, but they do have a heart. Piercing this heart will cause them to return to their grave - the time depends on the severity of the wound - before they can walk the Earth again. Remember that vampires average at about two hundred years old, though they first began appearing in the eighteenth century.

 

Species: Werewolf

Rarity: 3

Types: Hybrid (can turn into a wolf at will, generally very bloodthirsty and dangerous creatures even as humans); Moon (only turn into a wolf at the full moon, though they still have dangerous qualities as humans); Lycanthrope (can turn into a wolf at will, though also turn into one at the full moon; at this time they have no control over their actions, and tend to be rather docile otherwise).

Powers: Shifting into wolves, inhuman strength, inhuman agility, night vision

Identifying features: A lot of hair, scarring, a tall stature, sharp teeth

Weaknesses: Werewolves are injured by anything silver, and even touching it against them will make them cry out in pain. Other weapons don't even harm them, however. They detest getting wet and will avoid water at all costs.

Immortality: Werewolves can die. However, if you kill them, they are not destroyed; a hundred years after dying, they return as an Undead, and the only way to fend them off is returning them to their grave, similar to a vampire. Remember, werewolves can be ordinary humans with their lifespans, but once they die they can be hundreds of years old - I once meta 567-year-old Lycanthrope when I was searching for your mother.

 

_____

I actually get to talk now.

Okay, so, that was a big info dump, but please read it - everything there is important, and stuff you need to know. There's actually stuff I didn't even mention, which I will clarify in the actual writing when we get to that.

First things first. This is a solo write, not an RP. Sorry, everyone. However, in this solo write, I am requesting that you do not, actually, base your character off yourself. Design it like you would in an RP; make it anything you want. However, I need you to be REALLY SPECIFIC. I don't want to mess up anything while writing this, so I need as much info as possible on your charries.

As much as you needed to read, I had to write. I don't think I can stand writing another creature bio right now. So, if you notice that I'm missing an obvious one, poke me and I'll decide if I want to include it. Got another creature in mind? Give me the name and I'll decide if I want to have it there! If I do, I'll give you a bio for it - if not, you can choose one of the ones above, or request a different one.

I'll accept ten people in this, maybe a few more if I feel generous.

Here's the charrie sheet! Please keep the characteristics of your species in mind while filling it out. I'll correct you if something doesn't line up.

Name:

Age:

Species/Type:

Gender:

Appearance:

Clothing:

Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobbies:

Family:

Background:

 Other:

 

 

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(April 16, 2017 - 5:40 pm)
submitted by Top!
(September 4, 2017 - 11:10 am)

I hope this impersonator goes away St. Owl 'cause your writing is AMAZING!!!

 

Ya and it is almost as good as cheese.

 

Maple I swear -

 

Let's just hope this impersonator won't come on again.

 

Yes.  

submitted by MelodicAuthor
(September 4, 2017 - 11:14 pm)

Dear St. Owl, 

 

Sry for everything. But I, the Creator, accidentally had a copy-paste thing that pasted a lot of messages meant for a school project that was used by a computer program that did that on this thread. So if you see it again, sorry.

 

-The creator of that robot thing 

submitted by The Creator
(September 4, 2017 - 11:17 pm)

Isn't the CAPTCHA supposed to keep out robots?

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(September 5, 2017 - 9:41 am)

HEY!! The only part of that which was true was that I accidentally copied and pasted. Hmp.

submitted by The Impersonator
(September 7, 2017 - 4:51 pm)

I'm sorry to say this, but actually, it's my friend that's been impersonating you, St. Owl. She told me at school recently, and I told her to stop it. She said she would, but you have to understand that she's new to the CB, and she doesn't really understand the rules. She thought the story was getting boring, so she impersonated.

@ My friend

Could you apologize, using a pen name if you want, and then read the community guidelines/rules? Things might be a little clearer then.

Of, course, this could be wrong, and my friend impersonated on a different thread, and then I'll have to explain everything on the other thread. 

submitted by I don't want to, age lay the , blame on my friend.
(September 7, 2017 - 7:24 pm)

Hi I don't want to!!! Who are you?

submitted by hihhihihihi
(September 11, 2017 - 10:04 pm)
submitted by Top!
(September 9, 2017 - 2:48 pm)

Toppletop! This is getting exciting!!

submitted by CuriTOP
(September 10, 2017 - 8:05 pm)
submitted by Top
(September 16, 2017 - 10:15 am)

Apologies, that took a lot longer than I thought to retype. Eighth grade teachers show no mercy.

On that topic, I need to let you guys know that for October, there may be little to no updates. You see, here in NYC there are hundreds - maybe even thousands - of high schools, which calls for a long and tedious operation. October is when all of the tests and open houses and what have you are scheduled. To quote my mother, "You have no October." So with all of that, I just don't think I'll have the time to update this. But I'll try to write another part before October comes, nonetheless.

  Part 10 - Mysterious Plots

"I can't believe it," grumped Sorrel. "'We can sneak through the vents,' you said. 'They'll never think of that,' you said. Well, they did, and now our mission is sunk!"

"Hey, you agreed with me!" Caspian snapped. "Anyway, that doesn't matter right now. I thought of a plan!"

"Oh great," said Sorrel, rolling her eyes, "another plan. What is it this time? Crawl through a window? Dress up as a Council member? Burrow under the floor tiles?"

"Geez, is this how you treat all your friends?" asked Caspian, incredulous. "Because you're being pretty mean." 

"If we hadn't ended up with that nice security guard, we could have been arrested, Caspian!" Sorrel shrieked. Caspian thought he saw a vein pulsing in her head, but that might have been a trick of her fury. "I think I have plenty of reason to be angry!"

"This was a team effort," snapped Caspian, "and therefore we both take the blame. And please, just shut up! I have a real plan, and this time it's a good one."

~~~~

"I have an awesome grandmother," Oneria muttered in delight.

She was munching on a cookie, watching Gram battle the intruder that she had predicted would arrive. He was doing his best, morphing from wolf to human and back again, but Gram had powers Oneria had never seen before: sparks flew as she manipulated electricity, sent china plates flying, and upended the table in a gust of wind.

The werewolf, meanwhile, was slinking towards the door in defeat.

"Wait," Gram snapped. The storm suddenly ceased. "Come here."

The werewolf came forward hesitantly. 

"Your eyes aren't black," she said. "You still have free will. Now, listen to me, and I'll only say it once. I have a little girl - "

"Gram, I'm not that little - "

"I have a girl who is incredibly vulnerable. You know what your army is like - you can fight it. Correct, or no?"
"Um, incorrect? I'm kind of an omega in my pack. I don't think I can take anyone." He shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously.

Gram sighed, rolling her eyes. "All right then." She snapped her fingers. "You've been defeated and they're sending reinforcements. Who am I looking for?"

"I guess my friend Quentin would work. Quentin Saguis. He's only in it for the food, and we get along okay - though he's kind of shady."
"I need one more name."

He thought for a moment. "Onyx! She's a Morphling, and she's great. But the demons also possess her sometimes."

"That's easy to check," said Gram, closing her eyes. "She's unpossessed at the moment, and she will be when she goes into battle. Those two are coming. I trust that I can leave you three here to hold down the fort once they arrive?"

"Gram, you aren't leaving?" Oneria interrupted.

Gram sighed. "I haven't left this house in a very long time. But I must defend the Land of Sanctuary. If you need me, simply call my name and I will come."

Oneria stuttered. "You're not going to leave me alone with demons!

"I find that insulting," said the werewolf. "I am not a demon."

"You're allied with them!"

"Not really," he replied. "It's only because of - oh, never mind. I'll take care of you, kid."

Oneria scowled.

~~~~

The sorceress had been too much.

Ashildr was right.

They had been defeated as soon as she cracked her head over a tree trunk, slinking down, morphing into her True Form. Argen couldn't help but smile. He hadn't seen her in her True Form since she first hatched, first soared into the air and, consequently, turned into a human. Her hair, so often pushed into a ponytail, hung loose, decorated with a simple ringlet. Her dress was green and long, reaching the tips of her sandals. A thick brown belt was fastened around her waist.

Too bad it will be gone as soon as she wakes up, Argen thought, imagining her sloppy jeans and t-shirt.

One of the members of the Vezetö scampered out of the large tent behind their panel, and Argen recognized Ashildr's grandfather.

"Oh, it's you," he sighed. "What do you want?"

"Let me see," said Argen, trying to sort through his database of languages. "I believe the vampires call it Gyógyít. Do you happen to have any?"
"What for?"

"We had a tussle with a sorceress," replied Argen, smiling and cocking his head. This is no big deal, Argen. No big deal. "My dragon friend has fallen asleep."

~~~~

Sorrel braced herself against the wall outside of Caspian's father's study. She couldn't believe he was actually doing this. The plan was so far-fetched, and so obvious, that she wasn't sure how they were even going to get past his guardian. But Caspian had been so confident that she couldn't tell him no. 

Caspian's house really was lovely. Apparenly, his guardians made a nice sum of money, because the furniture was pristine, the walls coral, and everything the symbol of class. She couldn't even imagine what the study looked like - probably akin to the White House.

Caspian's muffled voice leaked through the door - a thank you and see you later. Sorrel raised her eyebrows, hope sinking into her heart, ignoring her attempts to quench it. As soon as the door swung open, she demanded, "Did it work?!"

"I got it!" Caspian replied, grinning and holding up a slip of seaweed. "Now let's hope the guard buys it."

~~~~

"So!" said the werewolf awkwardly, as Oneria's grandmother bustled off into the library. "Your name is Oneria, right? Mine's William, William Birch."

"Charmed," said Oneria bitterly.

"So, um, what kind of pixie are you? I'm a Lycanthrope. In case you were wondering."

"Which I wasn't," Oneria snapped, "and it really isn't any of your business."

Gram came back into the sitting room and scowled at Oneria. "This man is going to be taking care of your life. You should be more gracious."

"Right. My Gram is just running off without telling me anything and sticking me with a dangerous werewolf - excuse me, Lycanthrope - and two other people, equally crazy, none of which are on our side!"

"Now, Oneria. You need to learn that there are never just two sides in a war." Gram smiled, grabbing her hat from a rack by the door. "Mister Birch, your friends are running a little late. Would you like a cookie while we wait?"

~~~~

Argen crossed his arms and glanced around the Clan Kalshrani camp awkwardly. Vampires were beginning to venture out of their tents, looking with confusion - and sometimes horror - at the sleeping dragon and her Old companion. What's taking that vampire so long? he thought, panicking slightly. Argen didn't think he could deal with Ashildr's sleep for much longer.

~~~~

"You again?" the security guard grumped. As he read over the seaweed Caspian handed him, Sorrel was finally able to get a non-harried look at him. His name tag, fastened to a blue button-up, read NATHANIEL. His tail was the same color as his shirt - by all accounts fairly common, but ironic in that context. He finally finished reading and looked up. "Well, I don't know where you kids got this, but I can't say no to it. The left incline is the one you want."

Caspian said thank you and Sorrel smiled as they swam past him and into the empty hallway.

~~~~

Onyx was a very good-looking girl with copper-red hair and neatly tanned skin. Her clothes were loose-fitting but managed to be more flattering than any tight article of clothing would be. Her smile lit up a freckled face as she introduced herself to Oneria, and, against the latter's common sense, she thought maybe Onyx wouldn't be too bad.

Meanwhile, Quentin was the exact opposite. Surly and sarcastic, he barely even glanced at Oneria as he walked by. His skin looked bleached, it was so pale; his eyes were so empty that Oneria had half a mind to accuse him of being possessed. Everyone seemed to instinctiely recoil from Quentin, even William.

"So . . . !" said Onyx, after a few minutes of cold silence. "William, do you have . . . a nickname or something?"

He looked grateful. "Some people call me Will, some William. I don't really mind. Do you have a nickname? Nyx is pretty, though your name is already very short."

"Nyx is a nice name," said Onyx thoughtfully. "Nobody's ever called me that before. Do I really look like a Nyx?"

Habitually, she ran her fingers through her red hair. Oneria thought for a moment. "Not really. If you had darker hair you might be a good Nyx. But that isn't really a good name, is it? I mean, Nyx means night, doesn't it?"

"Night is so romantic," Onyx sighed. "I've found that the nicest things happen during the night."

Oneria glanced around. Quentin was eating their cookies.

~~~~

Nocturna.

Hmmm?

Nocturna. Wake up.

Why? I'm so happy down here.

How long has it been since you left there, Nocturna?
Does it matter?

Have you even looked around you?

I'm too tired!

You must wake up. Your clan needs you.

But I don't have a clan.

Yes, you do.

No, I -

Oh.

Oh, no.

Now you see.

Now I see.

You must wake up.

I will wake up.

I will wake up.

I will -

submitted by NEW PART!, Excitement Abound
(September 16, 2017 - 1:34 pm)

Can somebody recap the story? Ive read up to part 7. 

submitted by Somepersonwhoslazy, and tired
(September 16, 2017 - 3:48 pm)

Just want everyone to know; I think most haven't seen it yet :)

submitted by New Part~
(September 17, 2017 - 5:58 pm)

TOP! POKE this to the TOP!

submitted by Leaftop!, age Top-teen, The TOP of the forest
(September 21, 2017 - 11:28 am)

:)

submitted by unsuspectingstrytllr
(September 21, 2017 - 5:40 pm)