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Lacy Duckwing said:
Did you come up with anything? :D
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Sorryyyy. Work ended up being CRAZY and the drive back was my decompression time 😭 I did try to have a think but my brain was too crazy...
I think I've come up with something a little different if we want to try it though...?
When I was thinking about this again today when I was in the car I heard this song which I'd listened to on the way home from work too. It's one of my favourites. How about using it as a prompt? Whether it's a story that comes to mind while listening to it or taking a random line and using it as a prompt?
For example, if i find the time to write for this one, I think I'd use the line "'Cause you don't gotta fight so hard, darling, this is love not war"
If no one wants to do this particular song, how about doing it for your own favourite song!
 
Somewhere_In_The_Clouds said:
Sorryyyy. Work ended up being CRAZY and the drive back was my decompression time 😭 I did try to have a think but my brain was too crazy...
I think I've come up with something a little different if we want to try it though...?
When I was thinking about this again today when I was in the car I heard this song which I'd listened to on the way home from work too. It's one of my favourites. How about using it as a prompt? Whether it's a story that comes to mind while listening to it or taking a random line and using it as a prompt?
For example, if i find the time to write for this one, I think I'd use the line "'Cause you don't gotta fight so hard, darling, this is love not war"
If no one wants to do this particular song, how about doing it for your own favourite song!
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*disappears into dark corner and writes with much vigor*
 
Somewhere_In_The_Clouds said:
Sorryyyy. Work ended up being CRAZY and the drive back was my decompression time 😭 I did try to have a think but my brain was too crazy...
I think I've come up with something a little different if we want to try it though...?
When I was thinking about this again today when I was in the car I heard this song which I'd listened to on the way home from work too. It's one of my favourites. How about using it as a prompt? Whether it's a story that comes to mind while listening to it or taking a random line and using it as a prompt?
For example, if i find the time to write for this one, I think I'd use the line "'Cause you don't gotta fight so hard, darling, this is love not war"
If no one wants to do this particular song, how about doing it for your own favourite song!
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Convyt - Con-Vite
Galvian - Gal-vee-in
Sutían - Su-tee-an
Casothien - cas-oth-ee-in
Kasarien cas-air-ee-in
Gallius - gal-ee-us
Caeoc - cay-oc

“We have a convyt on the southernmost wall.” Galvian slid a small, intricately crafted figurine across a large stone platform with the city mapped out on it by a skilled chisel.

Several other Sutían stood around, arms crossed, amber eyes pinned to the visual before them. Their hulking forms cast shadows across the table, blocking out the fading light from the angry sky outside. Every now and then one would readjust their wings.

Galvian could tell these warriors were itching for combat and for glory. He could see it in the way their talons were rigidly pinned to the stone floor. He could hear it in the soft sound of tail feathers being dragged through the thin layer of dry dust that had come to rest beneath the waiting Casothien.

“I have ordered a strict watch on the eastern section as well with an additional convyt awaiting my instruction should the Kasarien attempt to enter through the pass.”

Galvian reached across the smooth stone and deliberately placed another small figure.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, foretelling a future storm.

“We hold until I receive word from the watch…they are testing us,” he could feel ripples of uncertainty radiating through his Sutían. “But fear not, their games will not end in our demise.”

A gust of wind flew through the open windows around them, and with it came a faint cry and the sound of a far away yet piercing whistle. Another whistle…and another.

The feathers on every Casothiens’ head stood upright.

Three signals wasn’t a warning. Three signals was a breach.

“By Gallius himself…” one warrior muttered.

“Do what you know needs doing.” Darkness burned in Galvian's gaze as he quickly turned and left the room. He exited onto a large balcony just outside and peered down over the rest of the city.

Smoke rose from the south.

Wing beats brought warning of an approach as the sky finally broke.

“Sutían, the humans have breached the sixth gate.”

Galvian turned to face the warrior, trying to remain composed. “Where are your convyt?”

The Casothien anxiously adjusted his right spaulder. “Holding necessary positions, Sutían. We do not have enough warriors.”

Galvian withdrew from the balcony’s edge and inside, away from the blinding rain.

“We had nearly six thousand not but two cycles ago.”

“Most were found to be impure, Sutian.”

Thunder rolled in the clouds and in Galvian’s pale yellow eyes. “Bring me my caeoc.”

The warrior turned and hurried down the steps into the center of the fortress, purpose snapping at his heels almost as aggressive as the lighting outside.

“Stars.” Galvian pulled a long sword from the sheath that hung from his side. “For too long we have met your silence. For cycles we have been alone.” He took the sharp edge of the blade and ran it along his palm. The metal bit into the thick skin, drawing a flow of warm crimson. “Should this be your judgement,” Galvian stood before a large mural carved into the wall and pressed his hand into the image. “The last thing I dare ask is that they truly earn what they take.” His blood ran down the stone depiction of Gallius blessing his people.

His prayer complete and his ritual fulfilled, Galvian left this room for the last time. His feet guided him, almost on their own, down flights of steps and into the armory where the Casothien warrior was waiting to help him into his armor.

The sounds of carnage rang ever clearer in his ears as he walked through the large halls and out the front gate. His city was in flames and the sour scent of blood met his senses instantly.

Above him on the northernmost rise, Gallius’s temple stood. A shadow among shadows, its pillars dark and cold like the ribs on the corpse of a dead god.

Every star was blocked by thick clouds as if they had turned their backs on their people.

Fire continued to burn even in the rain and in the smoke he could make out the shadowy figures of the humans and the Casothien locked in savage combat.

The roar of the conflict met the sigh of the storm until they melded into one hideous cacophony.

A mangled Casothien limped out of the smoke nearby, feathers matted and wet, one wing limp and dragging through the mud.
“Sutían,” he coughed, “the seventh gate will not hold.”

Galvian nodded. If the stars chose to be silent then he would write this ending.

He stepped over the warrior who was now on the ground choking on his own fluids and plunged into the haze of battle.

Yes, he would write this ending, even if the last lines were scrawled with his own blood.
 
Isabella7Storm5 said:
Convyt - Con-Vite
Galvian - Gal-vee-in
Sutían - Su-tee-an
Casothien - cas-oth-ee-in
Kasarien cas-air-ee-in
Gallius - gal-ee-us
Caeoc - cay-oc

“We have a convyt on the southernmost wall.” Galvian slid a small, intricately crafted figurine across a large stone platform with the city mapped out on it by a skilled chisel.

Several other Sutían stood around, arms crossed, amber eyes pinned to the visual before them. Their hulking forms cast shadows across the table, blocking out the fading light from the angry sky outside. Every now and then one would readjust their wings.

Galvian could tell these warriors were itching for combat and for glory. He could see it in the way their talons were rigidly pinned to the stone floor. He could hear it in the soft sound of tail feathers being dragged through the thin layer of dry dust that had come to rest beneath the waiting Casothien.

“I have ordered a strict watch on the eastern section as well with an additional convyt awaiting my instruction should the Kasarien attempt to enter through the pass.”

Galvian reached across the smooth stone and deliberately placed another small figure.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, foretelling a future storm.

“We hold until I receive word from the watch…they are testing us,” he could feel ripples of uncertainty radiating through his Sutían. “But fear not, their games will not end in our demise.”

A gust of wind flew through the open windows around them, and with it came a faint cry and the sound of a far away yet piercing whistle. Another whistle…and another.

The feathers on every Casothiens’ head stood upright.

Three signals wasn’t a warning. Three signals was a breach.

“By Gallius himself…” one warrior muttered.

“Do what you know needs doing.” Darkness burned in Galvian's gaze as he quickly turned and left the room. He exited onto a large balcony just outside and peered down over the rest of the city.

Smoke rose from the south.

Wing beats brought warning of an approach as the sky finally broke.

“Sutían, the humans have breached the sixth gate.”

Galvian turned to face the warrior, trying to remain composed. “Where are your convyt?”

The Casothien anxiously adjusted his right spaulder. “Holding necessary positions, Sutían. We do not have enough warriors.”

Galvian withdrew from the balcony’s edge and inside, away from the blinding rain.

“We had nearly six thousand not but two cycles ago.”

“Most were found to be impure, Sutian.”

Thunder rolled in the clouds and in Galvian’s pale yellow eyes. “Bring me my caeoc.”

The warrior turned and hurried down the steps into the center of the fortress, purpose snapping at his heels almost as aggressive as the lighting outside.

“Stars.” Galvian pulled a long sword from the sheath that hung from his side. “For too long we have met your silence. For cycles we have been alone.” He took the sharp edge of the blade and ran it along his palm. The metal bit into the thick skin, drawing a flow of warm crimson. “Should this be your judgement,” Galvian stood before a large mural carved into the wall and pressed his hand into the image. “The last thing I dare ask is that they truly earn what they take.” His blood ran down the stone depiction of Gallius blessing his people.

His prayer complete and his ritual fulfilled, Galvian left this room for the last time. His feet guided him, almost on their own, down flights of steps and into the armory where the Casothien warrior was waiting to help him into his armor.

The sounds of carnage rang ever clearer in his ears as he walked through the large halls and out the front gate. His city was in flames and the sour scent of blood met his senses instantly.

Above him on the northernmost rise, Gallius’s temple stood. A shadow among shadows, its pillars dark and cold like the ribs on the corpse of a dead god.

Every star was blocked by thick clouds as if they had turned their backs on their people.

Fire continued to burn even in the rain and in the smoke he could make out the shadowy figures of the humans and the Casothien locked in savage combat.

The roar of the conflict met the sigh of the storm until they melded into one hideous cacophony.

A mangled Casothien limped out of the smoke nearby, feathers matted and wet, one wing limp and dragging through the mud.
“Sutían,” he coughed, “the seventh gate will not hold.”

Galvian nodded. If the stars chose to be silent then he would write this ending.

He stepped over the warrior who was now on the ground choking on his own fluids and plunged into the haze of battle.

Yes, he would write this ending, even if the last lines were scrawled with his own blood.
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*Intense quivering*

For a moment there, I was worried I wasn't going to be able to read this because I was so excited. 😭

I recognized where this was from, and even a part that is a quote now elsewhere. :love :love
 

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