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#1Ulyssia 

Lady of The Dead [FT Halloween - TER] Empty Tue Nov 19, 2024 8:10 pm

Ulyssia




WORDS: 452 | TAG: @Zerutod



The sun had begun to set over Stella, casting the sprawling metropolis in a dancing golden light along the high stone towers and bustling streets. The air was filled to overflowing with the intermingled scents of wildflowers and sun-warmed cobblestones, interwoven with the pungent earthy tang of beasts that riders had tethered by their side. Ulyssia and Jasper strolled through the heart of the city side by side, their steps soft but deliberate.

Ulyssia wore her an elaborately embroidered dark-silver bra-like piece for a top that was tied at the sides with thin laces: most of her shoulders were left bare. A flowing black skirt, slit high to allow freedom of movement, showed her legs. Around her chest and wrists, with protective enchantments, jewelry made of gold and obsidian had been draped over her. The spear Soul Bringer, rested across her back. Jasper padded silently beside her, his enormous wolf form drawing uneasy glances from civilians.

As they neared the temple, a brooding white-stone-and-quartz-spires building that glittered, a commotion churned ahead. A crowd had gathered, their mutterings forming into a hub of fear and confusion. Some pointed towards the sky, while others were either whispering or staring, paralyzed. Ulyssia followed their gestures to the top of the temple tower. A woman stood there, her form outlined in a ominous green light. Her hair whipped around her face as she laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. Her voice boomed across the plaza below.

"Your souls will be mine!" she thundered, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. Energy radiated from her fingers, spiraling into glyphs that pulsed with evil intent. "You cannot stop what has already begun!" Ulyssia's breast constricted in the face of the moment's weight settling onto her. She turned a glance to Jasper and her piercing eyes went wide. All around her, the crowd was leveling on the verge of panic: mothers clutched their children, warriors shifted uncomfortably, and merchants abandoned their stalls.

"We have to stop her," Ulyssia said, voice firm beneath the emotions inside her. Jasper growled low and rumbling in agreement, his blue eyes locked upward on the tower. Ulyssia stepped forward, turning to face the crowd. Her heart beat heavily, each pulse a reminder of her deep-rooted shyness, but she pressed on.

"Does anyone want to help?" she called, her voice carrying but touched with hesitation. The crowd hushed for a moment, startled by her quiet boldness. Ulyssia held her breath as her emerald eyes scanned their faces. Uneasy as she was, she stood tall and strong, exuding a strength born of necessity.

The pause grew thin, and she clutched the Soul Bringer tight, readying herself for whatever answer, or silence, was about to come.


credit to nat of adoxography.

#2Zerutod 

Lady of The Dead [FT Halloween - TER] Empty Tue Nov 19, 2024 11:34 pm

Zerutod
Zerutod Saito
The fading sunlight painted Stella in hues of gold and orange, but Zerutod didn’t care for such trivialities. His senses were locked on the chaotic energy radiating from the temple ahead. It was a mess—an unfocused, jagged buzz that grated against his electroreceptive field like static tearing through a symphony. It was enough to draw his attention away from the carefully ordered research he had been piecing together all afternoon.

The crowd ahead was alive with murmurs and erratic movements, their fear practically palpable. He let out a soft sigh, leaning against a nearby wall and gripping the hilt of his katana as he tried to block out the noise. But it was no use. A sharp, cruel laugh echoed through the air, followed by a booming voice from the spire above.

"Your souls will be mine!"

Zerutod’s head tilted, his expression unamused. The magical energy coming off the woman was potent but unfocused, like a child swinging a broadsword they could barely lift. Yet it was causing enough of a commotion to disrupt the city and, more importantly, his work. The streets were packed with frozen gawkers, their erratic fear patterns ricocheting through his senses like a thousand out-of-tune instruments.

He was already debating whether to bother when another voice cut through the chaos. This one was smaller, quieter, and carried a tinge of uncertainty beneath its firm intent.

"Does anyone want to help?"

Zerutod let out a sharp, exasperated sigh. Of course, someone had to try and rally the sheep. He remained still for a moment longer, torn between ignoring the situation and silencing the chaos just so he could get back to his work. The latter won out.  He pushed off the wall and began walking toward the commotion, his stride steady, deliberate. The crowd instinctively parted, unease rippling in his wake. He had no interest in rallying people or making speeches. He wanted this distraction eliminated so he could get back to work. He stopped a few paces behind the woman who had spoken—the one who had foolishly called for help. A massive wolf at her side turned its head toward him, blue eyes narrowing in warning. Zerutod didn’t flinch, his pale lavender eyes unblinking as he addressed her, his tone flat.

"You're wasting your breath," he said. "No one here is going to help you. Most of them are too scared to move, let alone fight." "Lucky for you, I despise the distraction," he said, his voice carrying a calm sharpness that cut through the anxious murmurs of the crowd. "So, I’ll help deal with it."

His fingers flexed briefly at his side, the faint hum of time magic coiling beneath his skin as if eager to act. But he stayed in place, tilting his head slightly upward toward the source of the chaotic energy above. The patterns were sloppy, the glyphs amateurish. Whoever this was, she had power, but no sense of finesse. It was an insult to the art of magic itself.

He clicked his tongue softly, shaking his head with mock disappointment. "That is, unless you have a brilliant plan I should wait around for?"

The words came slow and deliberate, his tone hovering between condescension and faint amusement. He turned his head slightly toward her, not enough to make eye contact, but enough to let her know she had his attention—at least for the moment.
Word Count [564/1500]

#3Ulyssia 

Lady of The Dead [FT Halloween - TER] Empty Wed Nov 20, 2024 12:18 am

Ulyssia




WORDS: 930 | TAG: @Zerutod



Ulyssia shifted her weight uneasily, the jingle of her layered gold and silver jewelry broke the tension as her emerald eyes jumped between the crowd and the ominous figure above the temple spire. The fear on each of the faces of the people surrounding her made her stomach twist--not out of judgment, but of frustration. She understood their hesitation. Not everyone was built for battle. Even she doubted her own strength against such a foe. Her fingers instinctively tightened around the Soul Bringer Spear strapped across her back.

Jasper huffed beside her, his broad frame was tense with readiness. The massive wolf's tail swayed with anticipation as his icy blue eyes locked on the tower. He lived for moments like these. Ulyssia, on the other hand, preferred action to come on her terms.

The Dharga Werewolf took a deep breath, her voice firm despite her nerves. "Come o-"

The words caught in her throat as a voice interrupted her from behind, sharp and dismissive. She turned, her brows lifting in surprise as a man with pale hair and a cold gaze strode confidently towards her. His appearance was as precise as his tone--slender, dark garments that made him seem almost untouchable, and a katana resting at his side with casual menace.

His words were blunt: no one here was brave--or perhaps foolish--enough to join her. And she was "lucky" he hated the distraction enough to involve himself. Ulyssia's lips pressed into a thin line, her head tilting slightly, mirroring Jasper's subtle gesture of confusion. The air around him was heavy with power, an almost suffocating magical pressure that made her shoulders tense instinctively. She wasn’t particularly fond of the way he carried himself. Confidence was one thing, but this was the smug certainty of someone who saw the world as beneath them. Still, she couldn't argue with results, and his presence felt like one.

“Plan?” she echoed, her tone flat as her mind churned. “We were just going to face her head-on.” The admission came with a small shrug, as if it were the most obvious course of action. Jasper chuffed in agreement, his excitement undeterred by the lack of a detailed strategy. Clearing her throat, she added, “I’ll follow your lead. Just… don’t lead us to our demise.” Her voice softened on the last word, and her eyes shifted away, the faintest flicker of vulnerability breaking through her guarded exterior.

The crowd behind them murmured faintly, still paralyzed by fear. Ulyssia turned her gaze upward again toward the figure on the tower, the green glow of malevolent magic still curling around the woman. Lady Hailstar adjusted the Soul Bringer on her back, exhaling softly. Whatever happened next, they would have to move quickly. "We're ready."


credit to nat of adoxography.

#4Zerutod 

Lady of The Dead [FT Halloween - TER] Empty Wed Nov 20, 2024 5:42 pm

Zerutod
Zerutod Saito
Zerutod adjusted the collar of his coat, a slow, deliberate motion that conveyed more irritation than it did practicality. His pale lavender eyes, unfocused but keenly aware, shifted ever so slightly toward Ulyssia and her towering wolf companion. The magic emanating from the spire above buzzed against his senses, a cacophony of disorder that begged to be silenced. Yet here he was, standing in the midst of a crowd frozen in indecision, wasting his precious time.

He let Ulyssia’s words hang in the air for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the faint awkwardness that filled the space between them before speaking.

"Face her head-on, huh?" His tone dripped with dry amusement, his words carefully chosen to cut. "Bold. Borderline suicidal. But bold."

His lips curled into a faint smirk as he tilted his head, feigning contemplation. "At least you’re honest about the lack of a plan. That’s...refreshing. Rare, even."

He let his gaze shift briefly to the massive wolf at her side, the creature’s energy practically radiating eagerness. Jasper’s icy blue eyes were locked on the spire above, his frame taut with anticipation. Zerutod studied the wolf for a beat longer than necessary before letting out a soft snort.

"The dog’s ready to charge in like a battering ram," he remarked, his tone as dry as ever. "You? Not so much. But you’re still standing, so I’ll give you that much."

He exhaled, slow and deliberate, before turning his attention back to Ulyssia. His expression shifted slightly, the faintest trace of something resembling approval crossing his face—though it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

"As for not leading you to your demise..." He trailed off, his voice softening to something less mocking, though no less cutting. He turned his head toward the spire, letting the chaotic energy fill his senses once more. The power radiating from the figure above was raw but sloppy—a crude display of strength with no finesse. It was loud and attention-seeking, and worst of all, it was wasting his time.

A faint smirk returned to his lips as he finished his thought. "...That depends entirely on how well you follow instructions."

Zerutod stepped forward, brushing past Ulyssia and Jasper as if they were little more than background noise. His katana shifted slightly at his side, though it remained sheathed for now. He stopped at the base of the temple steps, his head tilting as he spoke without looking back.

"The crowd’s useless. Forget about them. Their fear’s as heavy as their feet. If you’re serious about this, don’t waste your energy worrying about what they think—or if they’ll join in. They won’t."

He let his words linger for a moment, turning his head just enough to glance back at Ulyssia. His expression was calm, but his eyes carried an unspoken challenge.

"Here’s the deal," he continued, his voice as sharp as the edge of a blade. "You keep her distracted while I deal with the source of her power. Whatever it is, it’s unstable—too loud, too chaotic to last on its own. Take out the focus, and the rest collapses. Simple enough?"

Without waiting for a response, he adjusted his coat again, his fingers brushing lightly against the hilt of his katana. The air around him seemed to ripple faintly, a distortion of time that hinted at the power coiled within him, ready to strike. His tone shifted back to its usual dry sarcasm as he added one last remark.

"And try not to die. Cleaning up a corpse is more effort than I’m willing to put in today."

He flickered for a moment, his form distorting slightly as his time magic flared to life. But he didn’t move just yet. Instead, he remained rooted in place, his presence a calm, cold storm of readiness.

He didn’t bother glancing back again. If Ulyssia and her wolf wanted to prove themselves, this was their moment. He’d given them the opening. Whether they took it or stumbled was entirely up to them. All Zerutod knew was that the chaos above needed to end, and he wasn’t about to wait forever.
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#5Ulyssia 

Lady of The Dead [FT Halloween - TER] Empty Wed Nov 20, 2024 11:25 pm

Ulyssia




WORDS: 1,500 | TAG: @Zerutod


"Distract the witch, understood." She nodded, preferring to get to the point of things more than anything else. She was a soldier, and before she had become a leader in her clan's army, the werewolf had taken many orders. She had never had a problem following commands before, she was not about to have a problem following commands now.

The villain's laughter boomed throughout the chaos, it was grating like nails against stone. It eched over the area, the sound vibrating off the buildings surrounding the tower. Ulyssia's eyes narrowed at the sheer audacity of it. Above them, the woman's green tinted magic swirled violently, crackling with unstable energy that pulsed like an irregular heartbeat. The sheer arrogance radiating from the figure atop the tower almost matched her power--almost.

"So, the valiant few come forth!" the woman roared, her voice full of ridicule. "How beautiful! I will be glad to dissect you all, bit by bit!"

Ulyssia met Jasper's gaze, and he growled low and deep, his icy blue eyes never leaving their enemy. She wasn't quite sure who this woman was or what her endgame involved, but there wasn't time to dwell on it. A threat like this couldn't be allowed to finish its work.

"I'm Ulyssia, by the way. Ulyssia Hailstar, and that's Jasper," she said quickly, her head nodding slightly toward the gigantic wolf as her lips thinned into a straight line. "May the spirit of the wolf guide and protect you." Her voice was even and genuine, but it had that same thin thread of determination as she shifted, crouching down low like a spring waiting to erupt. Jasper followed her example, his canine body shaking with anticipation.

And then she moved.

The Dharga Werewolf darted forward, the weight of the Soul Bringer across her back was a grounding presence as her boots hit the ground beneath her in quick, harmonious strides. Jasper charged forward beside her, fluid and almost feline in his gait despite his massive size. The two of them split instinctively, flanking their white-haired ally as they sprinted toward the tower.

The square around them was in absolute chaos: the crowd was shifting about with panicked cries. Colors blurred in her peripheral vision: bright banners fluttering in the wind, sunlight reflecting off of windows, the warm tones of the ancient stone walls that had seen the city's rise and fall. The city was alive, but all that faded into the background, eclipsed by the pulse of her heartbeat and hum of battle readiness coursing through her veins.

High above, the villain snarled something unintelligible before thrusting a hand downward. Beams of searing green light erupted from her palm, streaking toward them like blazing arrows. Ulyssia's eyes widened as she and Jasper veered, their movements were synchronized and without thought. They had been partners for nineteen years before she was sealed away for a century. The Hailstar dove to the left, rolling low across the ground as one of the beams exploded against the cobblestones behind her, shattering the stones with a thunderous crack.

The Snowfang zigged right, his form slipping through the debris with an inborn, easy poise. The two through the chaos wove together, their paths crossing briefly before splitting again. Precise and deliberate, each move was so natural that it felt almost like breathing. Ulyssia's lips curled into a faint smirk as she spared a glance toward the tower. There's your diversion, she thought, her pulse quickening as she pushed herself harder, determined to close the distance.


credit to nat of adoxography.

#6Zerutod 

Lady of The Dead [FT Halloween - TER] Empty Yesterday at 11:29 am

Zerutod
Zerutod Saito
The villain’s laughter grated on Zerutod’s nerves, a sharp, echoing sound that vibrated through the air like nails raked across stone. He clenched his jaw briefly, tilting his head toward the spire as her taunts spilled over the plaza.

"So, the valiant few come forth!" her voice mocked, dripping with overblown theatrics. "How beautiful! I will be glad to dissect you all, bit by bit!"

Zerutod’s lips twitched into a faint, humorless smirk. “I don’t know what’s worse—her magic or her sense of drama,” he muttered to himself. The woman’s energy was chaotic and raw, but her control over it was pathetic. She was power without precision, noise without substance. A walking annoyance in every sense of the word.

His attention shifted momentarily as Ulyssia spoke. Her introduction was curt, her tone laced with the determination of a soldier. "I'm Ulyssia, by the way. Ulyssia Hailstar, and that's Jasper. May the spirit of the wolf guide and protect you."

Zerutod turned his head slightly, his blank gaze tilting in her direction. “Zerutod. Let’s hope your wolf spirit knows how to handle explosions,” he replied, his voice dry, but not entirely dismissive. He wasn’t here to bond, but her confidence and quick action kept her in his peripheral attention—at least for now.

Before he could say more, Ulyssia and Jasper sprang into action. The Dharga Werewolf darted forward, her massive wolf companion moving with an uncanny, almost feline grace. Zerutod watched them split and maneuver with a quiet hum of approval. “At least they’re not completely useless,” he mused.

As they charged toward the tower, chaos erupted around them. The villain hurled beams of searing green light, each one tearing through the air with lethal precision. Zerutod felt the disruption ripple before the light even descended.

The werewolf and her wolf companion wove through the destruction, their movements instinctive and synchronized, as if no century-long separation had ever existed. Cobblestones shattered beneath the assault, debris flying in all directions. Zerutod stood still in the midst of it all, his trench coat flaring slightly with the force of the blasts as he assessed the situation with cold calculation.

“Hmph. Not bad,” he murmured, watching Ulyssia and Jasper create their diversion with practiced efficiency.

The villain snarled something unintelligible as she unleashed another wave of green energy, but Zerutod’s focus had already shifted. While the woman wasted her time on the werewolf and her companion, Zerutod moved.

He stepped forward with deliberate calm, the world around him seeming to slow as his time magic rippled outward. The cobblestones cracked beneath his boots, frozen mid-fall, and the chaotic energy pulsing from the spire dulled into a steady thrum in his perception. To the untrained eye, his figure shimmered faintly, distorting as if out of sync with the present moment.

He slipped past the chaos like a shadow, his focus narrowing on the spire and the unstable magic surrounding it. He could feel it now—the source of the woman’s power, hidden somewhere within the temple’s upper reaches. It was a crude artifact, no doubt, but potent enough to amplify her otherwise lackluster talents. Zerutod’s lips curled into a thin smile.

“There you are,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the din of battle.

With one final glance at Ulyssia and Jasper, Zerutod allowed a faint ripple of approval to cross his mind. They were holding their own, creating the chaos he needed to act. His katana remained sheathed as he vanished into a flicker of temporal distortion, his movements swift and surgical as he ascended toward the source of the power.

Time and chaos intertwined around him, but Zerutod moved with the precision of a clockwork machine. The priestess would soon find herself without her crutch, and when that happened, he’d ensure the show was over. For good.
Word Count [1883/1500]

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