"A Queen's Richies" — interactive story I created during Freshman Year.

Metal steps cancel out the sound of howls and barks behind you, you can’t tell how many you’ve fought, how much blood you shed, or even what time of night it was. When you were asked directly by the Queen to retrieve her stolen emerald you expected a quick pull out the sword, scare ‘em, take it, leave. Not being chased by rabid animals. Hell, what kind of animals were these? Not any you’ve seen, You’ve conquered the generic dragons, ogres, wizards, even elves and never once seen something this beastly. With sharp claws and intimidating teeth they chase you down a riverway. You arrived in the eastern part of Europe after the Queen informed you that's where she lost the gem, instead of being met with swords against your neck you’re met with baring teeth, red eyes, and some crossbreed of dog, hound, and bear. You’ve killed some, injured many, and decided your only option of survival was running. As you continue to follow the river you see a castle ahead of you with a drawbridge. “Perhaps I can finally get a welcomed greeting.” You're joking. It's the only way to calm your growing anxiety of not returning home, however you’d prefer to have swords ripping at your organs than whatever is behind you now. When the drawbridge runs close enough you pick up your speed running across the wooden floor, trying to gain more distance before gluing your sweaty palms to the lever.

The castle drawbridge lifts itself as you turn the lever in front of the gates. The old metal calling for help as the rust chips away at the friction, once you're confident you’ve finished lifting the bridge you continue on your mission. Finding the lost emerald of the Queen was of utmost importance, she promised to have your head less you find it or never return. However this mission was proving to be just as much of a threat, a hoard of some messed up breeds of hound–bear? You couldn’t put a title on it. They weren't bears, they weren’t hounds, they had blood red eyes, teeth curling so far into their jaws they swirled like an antler, snouts of a black bear, and the paws of a timber wolf. Everything this side of Europe felt out of place, a ghost-town filled with monsters you’ve never seen before. While you were thinking about how outrageous this whole situation was for a silly little trinket you came face to face with a group of—! That's not people, they’re all ashy and blue, bigger than any other knight of your force, equipped with claymores and.. no eyes? They can't see, then, however they must have good hearing. There’s about eight or nine of them in the room, to the left there's an iron door that would surely make more sound, but the carpet underneath will silence your steps and you can only assume it will be harder for them to open if they do come after you once it's shut. To the left is a whimsy door, old bark wood with a tint of green mold, it’s definitely not as loud, no carpet underneath, and while they may break it easier you see a glimmer of swords on the walls of the room. Your best bet would be?

"Hero's Lie" — WIP from a year ago i never truly finished with my own OCs

"You're being irrational, you were twelve, Snipe. People change and let's be logical here, you probably dreamt the whole thing up! You cannot possibly believe the city's protector himself would want to harm us, do you? That's your father!" Huang's voice hung low, as if he was a father scolding a disobedient child. Huang liked Fynn, Fynn treated him with respect and appointed him right hand. Ever since Bowie 'died' Fynn has considered Huang a son. The tone sent Bowie into a deep sense of rage, he wasn't in the wrong for trying to expose his fathers deadly secret.

"You know my name, use it." Bowie gave Huang a side glare before reaching for his weapons. Huang had a tendency to.. become quite violent on his visits. "And I'm not fucking delusional, you and all the other naive idiots up in that tower refuse to think for yourselves. You're all like a bunch of robots who know nothing other than to worship a Master that doesn't value your being." Huang chuckled and retracted his bow with a grin.

"You were a child, we've all had some crazy beliefs as a kid, Bowie. This isn't fantasy. This is real life, stop treating it like a Disney film, you're not a hero." Huang wished he could turn Bowie in. Watch as the poor bastard was handcuffed and thrown into the cell where they belonged. So why couldn't he? He had the opportunity just today, to tell Fynn where he was going and to catch Bowie. He's had multiple chances in fact, they've been doing this whole chase for too long but something, deep down, it told him not to.

"A Royal Flame" — Prologue/Teaser i made for my IF game

What fire does not destroy, it hardens.

The building continues to cry for help as the floor caves in on the woman. She circles around the crib trying to keep the flames away from the crying baby.

"Give me the child and only you will die!" His voice is like a wolf's teeth burying her skin, she must comply less her baby dies.

She must, she wishes there was a way to save the child, there isn't. She picks up the weeping child walking towards the window with them. Giving the child to the Wolf, he howls at the pathetic state of the women as the building finally collapses on her.

The child cries harder in his embrace, his protests falling upon deaf ears trying to silence it. His claws wrapping around the baby's mouth, a few seconds pass, it quiets. His teeth razor sharp while he laughs at the unconscious child.

Do not let your fire go out, [prince/ess/etc]