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Potato Wolf 14 (#118409)
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Yeahhhhh so, that closed until June thing didn't work out. Now I have no exams at all XD So, I'm back open!
Writing is one of my favourite hobbies, so I thought, why not?
When ordering, I will need to know some things that will help
-Any characters you'd like to include, though this isn't necessary (appearance, names, etc)
-The personality of the characters (just so I have an idea for dialogue)
-The plot of the short story, if there is one
-The setting, atmosphere, and general "feel" of the story
-Whether it is first or third person
-If you want to be a oneshot (SFW), and tell me the plot you want for it
-Any other details you deem necessary
Please note that there doesn't have to be dialogue or characters, it can be pure description if you wish ^.^
If you want to check out an example of my writing, I have a fanfiction account
All Short stories are 500SB. I will not write any multiple chapter stories
Please be patient with me. I have studies to attend to and I also try to update my fanfiction regularly.
When I have finished, I will PM you. Due to the fact I know some people will try to take my work without paying, I will require payment beforehand :)
Order below or PM me. When I've completed your commission, feel free to suggest improvements if you have any.
PM me for any further questions :D
Part of a novel I'm planning (if you figure out the mess that is the plot from this, please don't steal ^.^):
Two armed demons dragged a cloaked figure roughly through the dimly lit caves, growling and snarling viciously as their prisoner desperately tried to break free. The further they progressed, the more the captive squirmed in their grasp, as though he knew what awaited him.
After five more minutes of hauling the cloaked thing by the arms the demons stopped in front of a large opening, with the flickering light of many torches pouring out from the inside. Seeing this, the prisoner began to struggle with more vigour, now letting out small grunts and cries of protest. After a moment's pause, the demons shoved him forward so he hit the rocky floor hard.
The cloaked figure cried out and groaned as his hands and legs scraped the uneven surface. Shakily, he tried to stand, but with no prevail. He bowed his hidden head down in apparent shame. A new, puzzled voice reached him, and he shivered in fear.
"What's this? What pathetic creature have you brought us?" it said, addressing the demons.
One of the cloaked figure's captors stomped forward and yanked the hood back, revealing a bloody and beaten man, his strong and usually handsome face decorated with claw marks and a black eye. His brown hair was dishevelled and matted with blood. A pair of bright orange eyes moved up to the speaker, and they widened at the sight.
"Well, Mercury, this a surprise!" the speaker said, green eyes glinting "we were wondering when you would join us."
Mercury wasn't listening. Instead, he was staring at the long, ebony haired man with a look of loathing and dismay.
"Loki! What madness is this?" He snarled. Loki didn't answer as another voice piped up.
"This, my dear messenger, is what must happen."
Yet another man stepped out of the darkness. He was wearing a bronze plated tunic. His long, sallow face, watery eyes and grey hair gave him the impression of a rat. He smiled knowingly as Mercury's expression of hate grew worse.
"S-Seth?" he stammered, completely astounded "what…what're you…what is-?
Seth rolled his eyes and held up a hand to stop the messenger, who's eyes bore only horror.
"This is the greater good, old friend," replied Seth, almost solemnly.
Suddenly, Mercury leaped forward, discarding the cloak in his fury and his eyes alight with hatred. He bounded after Seth, who had stumbled back at his former friend's furious rampage.
Clawed hands on his shoulders sparked panic in Mercury, and he stopped advancing on Seth as he was jerked back by one of the same demons who had brought him here. Despite his restraints, he still tried to break free to get to Seth.
"The greater good?" he repeated angrily "this is nothing short of treachery, Seth! Your son, your grandson, the people we protect! They are the greater good!"
Seth snorted, and then laughed.
"Pah! My son is a jackal-headed disgrace. And my grandson?" he shivered "the mongrel is barely worth a mention."
He finished with a bitter and shameful tone, and Loki stepped forward again.
"Enough of this!" he snapped at Seth, before he smirked at Mercury "old friend…do you know why you are here?"
Mercury swallowed, and bit his lip. He bowed his head for a brief moment before shaking his head. Despite the cold terror seeping through his veins, he raised his brow confidently.
"I can't say that I do, Loki." he said, sounding almost bored.
In response, Loki turned and waved to something behind him. The ground began to shake as what sounded like huge footfalls pummelled the cave floor. Mercury's head snapped up, and he yelled out in horror and fear at what he saw.
Two great, grey wolves appeared. One stood at the side of Seth, the other beside Loki. Mercury desperately tried to move away, but the armed demons once again held him back. Feverishly, he shook his head at Loki.
"Loki! You can't! Cease this at once!" he screamed, his confident manner slipping away in the enormous shadow of the two wolves. Loki laughed.
"I think you'll find that I can, Mercury." he said calmly, waving to the wolf next to him. He frowned at Mercury almost mockingly "I'm deeply sorry, old friend, but as messenger, you connect the people with the Gods, and provide a path for assistance."
The giant wolf had begun to advance on Mercury, who resisted the demon's hold more than ever. Loki's tone turned vicious and sour as the wolf raised its paw, metre long claws ready to swipe.
"And I'm afraid we can't let that happen."
Mercury struggled, but with no prevail. The great hound brought down its claw towards Mercury's head. The messenger cried out once, and then was silenced as his blood splattered the cave wall.
Commission for Tree_Yiska #159109. Please do not steal.
The sky was a deep, rich indigo stained with blotches of brown cloud here and there and with vast numbers of tiny, twinkling stars. In the East, just above the horizon, was slightly lighter blue shot with faint streaks of gold and pink as the sun slowly began to rise to mark the start of a new day.
A small, slightly bitter gust of wind swept over vast fields of corn, causing each stalk to sway rhythmically and in sync with one another. The fields looked as though they had been recently abandoned, as there was no one about to chase off the crows that had siezed the opportunity and were now pecking cautiously at some of the bigger stalks. Many of the other stalks were dry and had withered away under the recent warm weather or had fallen to the ground.
In that particular field, red eyes glowing brightly from within dark eye sockets, the hell hound Sephtis stalked his prey. Well, not necessarily "stalked". More like followed a vague scent that may or may not actually lead to a deer. A vague scent that he had just lost.
Snorting quietly in irritation, Sephtis shifted dead corn out of the way with his pale, naked snout, determined to recover the smell. Making sure to remain as low to the ground as possible, he edged forwards, his head turned slightly to the left as he sniffed around. Nothing there. Bushy tail twitching in an agitated way, the hell hound's head moved to the right, his two large horns accidentally rustling some stalks as it did so.
Crimson eyes grew brighter. As annoyed as Sephtis was at losing the scent, he did enjoy a challenge, and he knew that the creature had been here not long before himself and that it would accidentally wander into Sephtis' midst sooner than later.
His large dog ears twitched at each new sound, paying close attention to anything that resembled hooves on dried mud. He let himself become fully engrossed in his surroundings, blocking out any thoughts that would distract him.
For Sephtis, moments like this were relatively hard to come by. After all, being a hell hound was no easy task. Day after day of capturing souls with little relief meant that Sephtis took every opportunity he could get just to get some time to chill out by himself. Hel needed nothing of him at the moment, and he had therefore used the break in his work to take a walk under the light of the moon and stars. That walk had soon turned into a hunt, however, as he passed by the strong scent of a deer.
The opportunity was too good to miss.
He had found the scent once again. Faint, but it was there. Just to the right of where he was crouched now. His spirit renewed, he rotated slowly, making a point of stepping over the dead plant matter at his paws. Even the slightest noise could startle the nearby crows, which would undoubtedly spook the deer, if it was nearby.
He began to shuffle forwards, strong legs keeping him in the ideal position. He wasn't one to big himself up, but he always thought he was a master at skulking around in the dark, considering his size. The only way a creature knew it was being stalked was when Sephtis had already leapt forwards and sank his teeth into his victim. Even the large, black, easily noticeable spikes on his back were hidden from view. Albeit, he wasn't the most graceful of creatures, and it took him a moment to get the hang of avoiding the stalks on the ground by stepping in the small clear spots inbetween.
He started to gently trot forwards as the smell grew stronger. The stalks parted smoothly as his slender body crept through, enough for him to comfortably move through, but not enough to alert anything nearby. He moved faster, the adrenaline that a hunt always brought began to course through him. The sky was beginning to lighten as dawn arrived. Soon, Sephtis would lose his cover. Trying to stay hidden in broad daylight when you're a huge, dark brown, red-eyed hell hound was like trying to hide a full-grown elephant behind a small tree. Completely impossible.
Sephtis was so focused on keeping himself firmly on the trail, he only just managed to catch himself as he almost stepped out from the cover of the corn field. Slinking carefully back into his hiding spot, he stuck out his head, far enough to see out without being caught.
He was staring out onto the rough dirt path that separated the field he was in from the one adjacent to it. The scent of his prey was strongest here, almost ingrained within the particles of dirt and the stones on the path immediately in front of him. It led outwards, further into the path and possibly into the field opposite him. Despite this, there was absolutely no sight of the deer.
Sephtis' eyes dulled until they were mere red specks in his eye sockets, and his rigid stance slackened in a sulky way. Perhaps he had managed to scare it off, after all. Not seeing the point in staying any longer, he decided he might as well leave and have a nap somewhere peaceful. Would kill some time off until his work started up again. Maybe next time, he thought to himself reassuringly.
Suddenly, however, just as he was about to depart, a number of shrill, panicked squawks rang out through the quiet morning air as the crows nearby scattered, the sound of their wings fading off into the distance as they hastily took off, obviously fearing the potential return of whoever should have been tending to the crops they were feasting on.
Sephtis froze on the spot. What had startled them? Not him, surely? He had barely moved! They hadn't been bothered by his presence a few minutes ago, and that was when he was actually moving. How did they suddenly become frightened of him when he was remaining perfectly still? He looked up, naked skull jerking back and forth for the cause of the ruckus.
Then, in the field opposite, a few stalks parted as a black nose nervously poked out into the open air. After deeming the area to be safe (a poor choice, considering the obvious hell hound), the nose came out further, followed by a beige muzzle, large black eyes, a slender neck and then a thin body and spindly legs, the same beige colour as the head.
The thing fully emerged onto the path, and Sephtis immediately made sure he was properly hidden. There it was, standing proudly in the middle of the path. There was his prey.
It was a young buck, fresh into adolescence. The antlers on his head would only do a tiny bit of damage, even if he was to headbutt another creature with all his strength. The white spots that marked fawn-hood were now a dull gray as they had begun to fade into the brown fur on his back. He didn't see Sephtis, and was more focused on the vast amounts of food he had managed to find all by himself. He nibbled at some of the plants, and whilst his ears were twitching around attentively, he managed to remain blissfully unaware of his impending doom hidden in the other field merely metres away from him. Obviously, he hadn't had enough experience to know how to be properly alert when out in the open.
This would be too easy.
As his anticipation returned, his dark eye sockets suddenly illuminated again as his flaming red eyes reignited with the passion that always came to him during a hunt. Hips and shoulders rolled menacingly as he drew back into the perfect position to pounce. His clawed paws flexed, and his long, almost snake-like tongue slid around the bone around his mouth. He waited one, two, three more seconds.
Then, he bounded forwards.
The buck noticed him, the sudden snarl from Sephtis making the young deer leap around in alarm. Unfortunately for him, he noticed far too late, as the huge hound had already clamped his powerful jaw around the deer's thin and fragile neck.
Sephtis bit down hard, making sure to keep a tight hold on his catch, as the adolescent buck was putting an unusually strong fight for such a small creature. The neck bones crunched under the hound's teeth. Still, the deer squealed in pain and surprise, kicking out at Sephtis fruitlessly. The hell hound did not relinquish his hold, and instead dug his claws into his prey's side, feeling the hot blood run over his paws. No doubt the fur on his lower leg and neck would be incredibly matted at the end of this. Oh well, that wasn't his biggest concern at that moment.
After around half a minute, the deer began to fight back less and less, as it began to lose more and more blood. The hooves were barely scraping Sephtis anymore. The squeals became mere whimpers and weak intakes of breath. Sephtis began to carefully lower the deer to the ground, knowing that enough damage was done so the deer wouldn't be able to struggle his way out.
The deer stilled following one final twitch as the remainder of its life withered away. Its tongue rolled out of an open mouth, and its eyes stared blankly into the now periwinkle sky, the ghost of its final moment of fear etched upon its face. It was this moment when Sephtis released his hold on the dead deer. Blood poured from the wounds on the neck and side. Sitting back, the great hound looked down at his work with a sense of satisfaction.
His tongue moved across his jaw once again, cleaning some of the blood before it stained his skull. He vaguely wondered what to do now. Perhaps he could drag the deer off to a dark, cosy cave somewhere and have it as a breakfast feast. He kept staring at the death stare of the animal, as though expecting it to come back to life and give him some suggestions.
He sat still for quite some time, relishing in how easy he had managed to pull off that kill. He had already planned out how exactly he was going to retell it to other hell hounds. Of course, he was going to exaggerate a bit. Instead of a small buck, it was going to be a huge, bulky male, with antlers as sharp as blades and a temper to rival a bull.
Sephtis was eventually jolted from his thoughts by the caws of a few incredibly brave crows that had decided to return despite the violent display. Taking this as his cue to leave, Sephtis stood, and stretched. So many miles of stalking had left his limbs feeling rather stiff.
The same jaws that had ended the deer's life carefully took ahold of one of the hind legs, and began to pull. The carcass left a frightening trail of blood on the path as it was dragged along, rather unceremoniously, by Sephtis. He wasn't entirely sure of his destination, but there was an abandoned farmhouse nearby that looked very inviting, and he looked forward to simply napping for hours before he inevitably had to go back to his work.
He loved his days off.
Edited on 08/05/20 @ 02:17:08 by Potato Wolf 14 (#118409)
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don't worry i will be patient with you. if course i will pay you before hand.
i am wondering if you would consider writing a bio/back story for my schleich figure(s)? i will provide you with the information.
if no please explain why.
Potato Wolf 14 (#118409)
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A bio should be no problem! PM me the details of what you would like to go in them and I'll get started when I can!
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I really like your writing style. Are you okay with writing about monsters per say? I have this one character, a hellhound, and I know that some people aren’t exactly comfortable with writing about them. I can pm details.
Potato Wolf 14 (#118409)
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I have no problem with writing about hellhounds :). Pm me the details and I'll get started when I can :D
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Bookmarking for later, definitely interested in this. ^^
Potato Wolf 14 (#118409)
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No problem! Not like I have exams to study for XD. Feel free to PM me when you have an idea of what you'd like ^.^