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Writer's Guild / Re: Foxgamer01: Fox and Wolf TFs
« on: April 25, 2012, 05:12:33 PM »
Yes, I admit that my story was really cheesy.

Thank you. I intended the whole alien thing.  {:)

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Writer's Guild / Foxgamer01: The Flight
« on: April 24, 2012, 07:17:42 PM »
Ummmmmmmm. . . . I don't know what to say here. ^.|.^;

Enjoy?

By the way, here's a super-short story that isn't edited by my friends who are better at grammar, so bad grammar commence!



There was a sea cliff that stood high above the sea. The water crashed to the cliff with a deafening sound that repeats itself endlessly. The rocks that were in front of the rock face were also hit by the waves and one, after centuries of being hit by them, finally collapsed into the sea.

On top of the cliff stood a griffin, standing upright, gazing towards the sea and sky ahead of him. His red eyes then looked at his yellow talons with white nails with his right one holding a necklace. His yellow beak remains closed while his yellow furry digitigrades paws kicked some dust and dirt to the sea. His blue feathers covered his head to this lower back and arms with black feathers around his talons. On his torso was white fur while blue fur went as far as his ankles. His wings were three feet longer than his height, with blue feathers covering them with white fur underneath them. His blue furry tail with a yellow bushy tip remains still while he looked down.

He raised his right talon and threw it off the cliff. As he watched it fell, he counted to three seconds and then jumped off the cliff headfirst after it. His wings were folded back so he could gain speed. Like an arrow he zoomed towards the necklace faster and faster until he caught it with his left talon. He then expanded his wings and he flew upwards, barely avoiding the sea and rocks below.

He flew upwards higher and higher until he was well above the cliff itself. He stared at the sea cliff as he flew towards the nearby forest. He flew above it just enough to see a bear eating berries from a bush. Because he was flying so low he was flying toward a large tree. He noticed it and barely managed to avoid crashing into it.

He then flew even higher to the clouds above. He was so close to them that he could reach out his talons and touched the clouds themselves. He then flew even higher, passing through the clouds.

As soon he was above the clouds, he stopped and curled up into a ball. He then fell towards the open plains as he spun around. He counted how much he spun around and when he reached 20, he extended outwards and flew upwards again, barely managing to avoid hitting the ground.

He flew over the open plains as he looked in front of him to see a human town. He flew higher so that they could not see him very clearly. He looked down below and while some of them did notice him, they just shook it off and continued on with their lives.

He saw a lake before him and decided to land there so he could get a drink. He lowers to the ground and tried to slow down, but he was too fast and, before he knows it, he was above the lake. He tried to fly higher, but he was too late to do that. He crashed into the water, barely managing to hold onto the necklace and avoid getting a broken bone.

He was submerged in the water for a few seconds before he got his head out, gasping for breath. He then sighed about his mistake and told himself to work on the landing.

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Writer's Guild / Foxgamer01: The Wonder of Dreams
« on: April 22, 2012, 02:12:35 PM »
Well, here's another story, but this one have no relationship with my other stories. I know, the title's weird, but I thought it fitted with the story.

It's a gift story for two of my friends. So, for this occasion, I'd used a species made by one of the two friend, but I'd changed it quite a bit. Correction, make it a lot of changes. Here's the picture and compare what I'd described in my story. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1174539

I hope you'll enjoy this and the Dracotsune is (c) to Zethdracotsune/Blackfox1210/NicholasScribetail

Edited by Dracondo



There was a little town up in Canada, far away from cities, where amazing things would happen. Things that should be in the front page news of every city, but aren’t. The people of this world, except for a few, never saw why it was special. Their idea on what the world was not what the townspeople, or at least most of them, thought the world was. Because of this, they couldn’t see the town’s magic.

In that town, one summer ago, awoke Kyo Nettaichou. He had black hair, cyan eyes, and he was dressing into his black and silver sweater, blue jeans, and red and white trainer shoes. It was a special day for him because that day was the day he became an adult.

After he finished dressing, he went downstairs and met his parents in the dining room, sitting there, drinking their coffee. His dad had black hair, green eyes, and he was wearing a white polo shirt, black pants, and black shoes. He smiled when he saw Kyo.

“Happy birthday son,” his dad said. “How does it feel to be an adult now?”

“A bit exciting,” Kyo replied.

“Well,” Kyo’s dad said as he finished his coffee and stood up, “it’s time for me to go to work. I’ll see you this afternoon with a gift. Good bye.”

Kyo’s dad then left the house, jingling his keys along the way. As soon as the door closes, Kyo’s mom finished her coffee and said, “It’s time for me to go too. But before I go, I’ll give you a little gift.”

Kyo’s mom, unlike his dad, was a dragon; a brown, scaly dragon with wings and a tail. Her husband never knew. Not because he was put under a spell and not because she disguised herself as a human. He, with his closed mind on what the world is, chose to see her as a human subconsciously. Kyo, on the other hand, saw her as a dragon because he understood that the world was more mysterious than science had ever explained. Though Kyo, in his younger years, tried to tell his dad about his mom, he remained closed-minded and Kyo stopped trying.

Kyo’s mom went into her purse and pulled out a yellow dragon tooth. Kyo recognized it as the tooth for the rite of passage for half-dragon like him. When one wore it, it would change the half-dragon into a full dragon.

“Thank you mom!” Kyo excitedly said. He took it and put it on. Nothing happened.

“It’ll take some time,” his mom said.

“How much time?” Kyo asked calmly, yet with a slight impatience in his voice.

“Who knows? It’s different to every half-dragon in the world. Some of them never became dragons. Only time will tell.”

“I’ve got to go now. See you this afternoon,” she said and left. When Kyo heard the door shut, he sighed in frustration. Kyo loved dragons to the point that he wanted to be one. When his mom told him that he was a half-dragon and, when he turned 18, she’d give him the tooth that he thought it would make his wish come true. Now . . . he’d have to wait more, maybe forever.

Deciding to walk out his frustration, he went out the door and walked around town. It was a typical town with green grass on every lawn, tall trees on every street, and a few supermarkets. But it had a few things that would make a person new to this town magic wide-eyed throughout their stay. Kyo was used to it and very little surprised him here. Among the town are anthropomorphic animals, a blue lizard, a brown rabbit, and a cheetah, he passed by. Looking at the sky, there would be large birds the size of a car, griffins, hippogriffs, and dragons flying place to place.

Kyo, looking at the dragons flying, was feeling envious and was about to head back home when a voice said, “Kyo!”

He turned to the voice’s location and smiled. The person was a three-tailed kitsune named Larissa Tyler, Kyo’s longtime crush. She had brown hair, amber eyes, and she was wearing a red untucked shirt and blue jeans. Her fur was mainly brown, with her foxy ears black, white fur from her torso to her lower jaw, black hands, and white tips on her three tails.

Although Kyo’s mom approved of their relationship, his father was against it, though he kept it mainly to himself. It wasn’t not because she was ugly, crazy, or wild; it was because there was something inside of her that rubbed him the wrong way. The fact that Kyo would sometime act strange to his father after he visited Larissa also didn’t help.

The reason why Kyo acted ‘strange’ was because Larissa hobby is to transform others and Kyo was the willing victim. He told her it was because he could get used to the pain of transforming when he would finally change into a dragon. But it was really because he loves her to the point of being transformed by her. Sometimes he would transform into something feral and Larissa would have to help him get home. To his dad, he would’ve seen Kyo walking on all four for no reason when it was because Kyo was changed into a raccoon or a wolf. Because he never saw the world Kyo saw, he believed Larissa did something bad to his son and tried to hide it.

Now, with that excited look on her face, it looked like she wanted Kyo to be her guinea pig again. When he saw her like this, Kyo usually asked, “Which species is it this time?”

“I’m checking if you’ve changed into a dragon,” Larissa said. “I guess it didn’t happen yet.”

“Thank you for pointing that out,” Kyo dryly said.

“Sorry if it bothers you,” Larissa said. “But it’s good for me because I can transform you one last time if you let me.”

“Huh?” Kyo said confusingly. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” Larissa said. “Dragons are one of the hardest species to use magic against. It’s because of their tough hide that even the most skilled user of magic would have a hard time using spells on them. That’s why people don’t hear much of killing dragons using magic. I may be the best at transformation magic at school, but I’m sure I couldn’t be able to change you once you’re a dragon.”

“Oh, I see,” Kyo said while smiling. “One more transformation couldn’t hurt me. So, what will I be changing into?”

“It’s a bit home for me,” Larissa said. “I’ll be changing you into a kitsune.”

“Cool,” Kyo approved. “I never was changed into a kitsune before. Let’s do it!”

Larissa smiled and lifted her left hand. Then a blue sphere of magic appeared slightly floating on her hand, growing bigger and bigger until it was the size of a billiard ball. She then gently placed it above his heart and it entered his body. Kyo felt a warm feeling going through his entire body.

From the place where the magic entered his body, Kyo felt fur growing under his sweater. Though it had hurt the first time he was transformed, Kyo no longer felt pain whenever he was changed. The fur spread to his arms and when it reached his hands, he observed it was black. Kyo pulled back the left sleeve of his sweater and saw that the fur past his elbows was brown. His fingernails then lengthened and thickened into sharp claws and black pads grew on his palms.

Kyo felt his neck and he touched the white fur growing there. The fur spread up to his face as its color changed to brown once it reached his lower jaw. His hair color also changed from his usual black to brown as his nose and jaw lengthened into a foxy muzzle. Kyo put his hands on his ears and realized they were now a triangular shape, black ears on the top of his head.

The fur spread down to his legs and Kyo felt something growing at his rear of his pants. It ripped and four brown tails with white tips appeared and lengthened until they reached his ankles. He felt his shoes being discomforting due to his feet being changed beyond their abilities to hold them. They shredded his shoes apart and he moved his black, furry digitigrades feet from what remained of his shoes.

Kyo surveyed his new body with a foxy grin on his face as Larissa looked at him with her kind smile. They didn’t mind the destroyed shoes and torn pants because they knew that, once he changed back, they’d magically be restore to normal. After examining his kitsune body, Kyo looked a Larissa.

“This looks great!” Kyo expressed happily. “To tell you the truth, I love kitsunes almost as much as I love dragons.” Larissa slightly blushed at that comment. “How long will this one last?”

“For at least four hours,” Larissa answered.

“I see,” Kyo said. “Thank you for—”

“Kyo!” Larissa suddenly said with a shock tone. “What’s happening to your dragon tooth!?”

Kyo looked down and saw his dragon tooth glowing brightly. It then entered his body with a jolt throughout his body. Kyo looked at Larissa with his eyes very wide.

“Is it ti—” Kyo began, but felt intense pain on his back. Though he had been changed into many different animals thank to Larissa, there weren’t many changes done to his back before. Any changes there were only fur, not this. Kyo got to his knees and, feeling his back with his hands, he felt something growing there. The pain intensified and he put his hands on the ground, gritting his teeth hard. Unable to remove his sweater, he let it be ripped by what was growing there. When he looked at it, he realized it was a pair of brown, scaly, dragon wings. They were at least a yard and a half long each.

He looked up at Larissa with a shocked expression in his face. He was about to say something, but Larissa said, “What’s happening to your tails!?”

Kyo looked at his tails and saw two of the four tails were shedding their fur at a rapid rate. When the fur touched the ground, it faded into nothing. When all of the fur at the two tails was gone, in their place were brown scales. His kitsune tails then thickened into dragon tails with an arrowhead tip. At the tip are white scales.

Kyo slowly got up to his feet and observed his body. Most of the changes done by Larissa are still there. In fact, other than a pair of wings and two of his tails, his body remained unchanged. He looked like a cross between a dragon and a kitsune, mostly kitsune. Kyo then looked at Larissa and she still looked shocked.

“What the Hell just happened?” Kyo asked.

“I-I guess the dragon tooth activated and its changes are layered over my changes,” Larissa said.

“Is there a way to undo it?” he asked.

“I don’t think I can remove the dragon part,” she said. “As for the kitsune part, I think we can wait until the magic wore out.”

“OK,” Kyo nervously said. He looked at his body again and felt unusual. There has never been something like this before. Even when kitsune and dragons made children together, it’s always purely kitsune or purely dragon.  “Can we go to my place and wait there?”

“Alright,” Larissa said. “Let’s go.”

-----

“Has it been four hours?” Kyo asked Larissa.

Kyo was lying on his bed in his room. He was careful not to hit his wings on the walls and do some damage. At the head of the bed were some fox plush and some dragon plush. Larissa was looking at the clock at the small table right beside Kyo bed. She looked at him and he noticed her eyes are filled with confusion.

“It has been four hours 15 minutes ago,” Larissa said. “I don’t know why my spell hasn’t worn out yet.”

Kyo sat up and looked at his black, furry hands with his face filled with sadness. “I’m sorry Kyo,” Larissa said.

“It’s alright,” Kyo murmured. “Do you know anyone who could know why this happened?”

Larissa looked up at the ceiling. “Well, one person might know. The Wizard.”

“Him?” he said. “The one who says all those movie and TV quotes?”

“Yes,” she said. “He may not be able to use magic himself, but he knows more about it than anyone I’d ever met.”

“OK. Can we use Skype to talk to him? I don’t want to leave the house just yet.”

“OK.”

Kyo jumped out of bed and the two went to the computer room downstairs. The room was almost empty except for a computer Kyo dad put together, a monitor, a keyboard, and speakers. Connected to the monitor was a webcam for Skype. The speakers also had a mic connected into it for Skype.

Larissa turned on the computer and, after a few minutes, went to Skype while Kyo waited at the doorway. She then called “The Wizard” and, after a few moments, he answered it. He didn’t have a webcam, so in its place was a icon, a wizard hat with a magic wand right next to it.

“Why, if it isn’t my favorite kitsune,” the Wizard’s annoying voice said through the speakers and Kyo felt jealous. “Of all the Skype accounts in all the towns in the entire world, you walk into mine. What do you want?”

“I need to ask you a few questions,” Larissa said.

“What happened?” the Wizard asked.

“It’s about Kyo,” she said and looked at Kyo. “Show yourself to him, Kyo.”

Kyo sighed and went beside Larissa where the Wizard can see him through the webcam. “Hmm,” the Wizard said, “very unusual, but not unheard of. What happened that caused this?”

“You see,” Larissa said, “I was turning him into a kitsune, but after it had finished, his dragon tooth activate and now he’s this.”

“I see,” the Wizard said. “I believe I know what happened. It’s what I call the Tape Effect.”

“Tape Effect?” Kyo repeated.

“Yes,” the Wizard said. “It happens when two or more transformation spells layer each other over like tapes. Think of a tape on the wall on the wall holding up a poster. Then it got another tape layer over it. They’re now one and the same, yet different, just as your kitsune and dragon are one and the same.”

“So, you’re saying is,” Kyo said, “they’ve fused together into one?”

“Yes, but not only that,” the Wizard continued. “Since they’re now one, the time you remain in that form is now different. The time you remain in that form is the longer of the two changes.”

“Surely you can't be serious.”

“I am serious,” the Wizard said, “and don't call me Shirley.”

Kyo slapped his head with his hand in annoyance. “That joke died 30 years ago.”

“Anyways, which one is the longest and how long that’ll last?”

“It’s the dragon transformation and it’s permanent.”

“Ouch,” the Wizard said. “You’re stuck that way.”

Kyo looked horrified, but Larissa asked, “Supposed if I use a spell to remove my kitsune transformation spell? Could that work?”

“I don’t know,” the Wizard replied. “I seriously doubt it could work.”

“Let’s try it,” Larissa said. She lifted her left hand and, like the transformation spell, a red sphere of magic appeared, slightly floating on her hand and grew to the size of a billiard ball. She gently placed it above Kyo’s heart, but it wasn’t entering his body. She looked at the sphere in confusion and put in some more magic into it until it was the size of a bowling ball. She again tried to place it above Kyo heart harder, but it shattered. The two looked at where the sphere was while the Wizard sighed.

“Just as I feared. Kyo, you’re now immune to magic.”

“But this is kitsune fur, not dragon scales,” Kyo protested. “Fur and scales isn’t the same thing.”

“Technically, they are,” the Wizard said. “They’re both made of keratin, though used differently by the reptile body and the mammal body. I’m guessing that your fur is taking on the component of dragon scales. This means that your fur’s now protecting you from all but the best magic.”

“So, I-I’m seriously stuck this way for the rest of my life?” Kyo weakly asked.

“Yes,” the Wizard said. “Just don’t worry about it.”

“What do you mean?” Kyo angrily demanded. “I waited most of my life to become a dragon! Now, I’m only part of a dragon.”

“If life ever gets crazy,” the Wizard said, “roll with it.”

“You quoted it from Nick and Sara who quoted it from Gil,” Kyo mumbled.

“Even if the people are fake, their words have some truth in them,” the Wizard sighed. “I got to go. See ya.”

The Skype call ended and Larissa closed the page. As Kyo pondered over this, she turned off the computer and she looked at Kyo. When he looked at her, he noticed her face is a bit annoyed.

“Well,” she softly asked, “are you ready?”

“For what?”

“To go outside for a walk with me?”

“W-what?” Kyo stammered. “But—”

“No buts Kyo,” Larissa said. “It may be hard now, but once you’re out there, you’ll realize you were fretting over nothing. Beside, didn’t you say that kitsunes are your second loved animal behind dragons?”

“Well, yeah,” Kyo sheepishly said.

“So you’re now two of the animals you love fused into one. Just go outside with me, please.”

Kyo sighed and said, “Alright.”

“Good,” she said, smiling. “Let’s go.”

Larissa took his hand and they went out of his house, though Kyo did it half-heartily. Kyo looked at the ground, unable to look at anyone watching. There were some who saw the kitsune dragon hybrid, but they didn’t say anything. They walked around town for twenty minutes with nothing bad happening, until—

“Hey look!” a jeering voice said. “The half-dragon’s now the freak of the town!”

Kyo looked down at the ground even harder as he recognized that voice. The person was Joshua Attor, a full dragon. He had yellow eyes with his scales a poison green with white scales on his torso and below his tail. On his head were two long horns with the same poison green color and yellow sharp spikes on his tail. He wore only a pair of black jeans, no shirt. Joshua looked at Kyo with an air filled with superiorly.

“Just ignore him,” Larissa said to Kyo. “He’s not worth listening to.”

“You actually think that having fur and three extra tails would look good on a dragon?” Joshua continued. “That’s almost as bad as being a kitsune.”

“Hey!” Larissa shouted while letting go of Kyo hand. “Don’t you dare insult the kitsunes with me nearby!”

“What are you going to do about it, huh?” he jeered. “My scales are more powerful than your kitsune magic and illusions!”

“That doesn’t mean you can insult us while acting all high and mighty! That’s wrong!”

“You know what’s wrong?” Joshua asked as he pointed at Kyo. “That’s what wrong! Freaks that don’t seem to belong anywhere! Freaks that shouldn’t even exist!”

This crushed Kyo badly. He was considering going home for the rest of his life, wasting all of his years. But then Larissa said something. Something he’ll never forget.

Larissa said, “Yes, I admit it. It was my fault he became like this. But I love him this way. Who cares if he has fur for scales, I love him either way.”

This brought Kyo’s spirit up. The kitsune of his life declared her love in front of him. This didn’t seem to unfazed Joshua however.

“HA!” he sneered. “You’re suggesting fur is a good substitute for scales? That’ll never happen!”

“Just because you don’t like it,” Kyo said, his spirit restored, “doesn’t mean you have to shove it to our faces. In fact, I’m now proud of being like this.”

“You-you what?” Joshua stammered, looking surprised. Even Larissa looked shocked.

“You heard me,” Kyo said and took Larissa hand. “Come on, let’s get away from him. Its people like him are why this world’s going downhill.”

Kyo and Larissa left Joshua, who still looked dumbstruck on what Kyo said. After they gotten far away from him, Kyo said, “I was a fool to believe him. That narrow-minded idiot. He probably can’t see humans.”

“Yeah, um, Kyo?” Larissa asked. “Do you really mean it? Are you really happy like this? Because—”

“Yes, I do,” Kyo replied. “I realized it when you said that you wouldn’t care what I look like. Kitsunes don’t go back on their words, do they?”

“I did say that, didn’t I? Since you’re also part-kitsune, this must mean you can’t either,” Larissa said. “Kyo, I really did mean it when I said I love you either way.”

“Larissa, I love you too,” Kyo said, smiling. “It’s the true reason why I let you transform me so many times.”

The two then went closer and closer together until they kissed. It was a long one, filled with large amount of love between them. After they finished, they continued on their walk, holding hands and Larissa foxy head leaning onto Kyo shoulder.

-----

Later that day, Kyo’s mom discovered what happened, but she loved her son either way. His dad also went home and gave Kyo a cell phone for his birthday. He never did realized what had happened.

Over time, the town residents realized what happened to Kyo. Some are amazed. Some, like Joshua, felt he’s a freak. Some attempts to have the same thing happen to themselves, though never as unique as Kyo, who’s called a dracotsune.

“Dream is the personalized myth, myth the depersonalized dream; both myth and dream are symbolic in the same general way of the dynamics of the psyche.”-Joseph Campbell The Hero With A Thousand Faces

To my friends Apollo94 and Blackfox1210 who are among the ones who help me get started in writing stories.

The End

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Writer's Guild / Foxgamer01: Husky TF
« on: April 21, 2012, 03:26:15 PM »
Well, here's a story. Enjoy.

Edited by Wyraachur.

Ho-Oh TF: http://foxgamer01.deviantart.com/art/Ho-Oh-TF-157748151
Lugia TF: http://foxgamer01.deviantart.com/art/Lugia-TF-162138493
Fox and Wolf TFs: http://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/index.php?topic=1299.0
Dragon TF: (Can't post link.)
Werewolf TF: (Can't post link.)
Husky TF: Here.
Griffin TF: http://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/index.php?topic=1287.0
Califox TF or HILTSWAHAE: http://foxgamer01.deviantart.com/art/Califox-TF-or-HILTSWAHAE-305615081



A young teenager in his early twenties was walking through the forest, his expression fairly peaceful given his calm surroundings. He brushed his raven colored hair away from his shoulder as his kind green eyes looked at the brown bark of the trees that were surrounding him. The leaves crunched on the ground whilst he continued walking through the somewhat bare forest.

Though all the trees were bare of leaves, there was no sunlight shining through the branches, that's if it was even daytime right now. Either there was some odd form of light in the forest, or he was capable of seeing in the dark. And aside from the crunching of leaves under his feet, there were no other sounds. He felt a shiver run down his spine, despite that he wasn't feeling cold or hot.

The tree bark darkened as he continued on the path to nowhere. He turned around, but all he saw behind him was a field of brown grass as far as the eye could see. He was wondering if there was a troll nearby, despite how childish that idea was, or if there even was an end to this place.

He started thinking about turning back when he suddenly caught his foot on something, tumbling forward into a dark pit that suddenly appeared in front of him. There was no light coming from it, nor was there any darkness - just nothingness. He tried to scream for help, but the sound didn't travel - it was like he was caught in the vast vacuum of space.

After what felt like a hundred years had passed in a matter of seconds, he found himself tumbling down the green grass of a hill. He looked up and saw the calm blue sky and the sun, but the nothingness that he fell through was gone.

He quickly got up and brushed away the dirt and grass from his dull red jacket and dull blue shirt. An endless sea of green grass was reflected in his eyes.

He let out a heavy sigh as he sat down on the ground, thinking. Right now it didn't matter where he stayed in this place, it all lead to nowhere. but they all lead to nowhere. There were no pathways to follow, and everywhere he looked, it was all the same.

Green. . . . Nothing but green. . . .

Then a sudden flash of red. . . .

His eyes widened as he looked at that flash, slowly coming closer to him as the figure within it became clearer. The eyes of the red creature glowed a feral amber, looking at him curiously. It was then that he realized that the creature was a fox, with its acute muzzle and black ears.

The two stared at each other, their eyes locked onto each other, before the boy decided to kneel down to the ground. The fox carefully walked closer until the two of them were an arm's length away from each other. They continued to stare at each other, with the fox sitting down on the ground, when the boy lifted his arm slowly.

He hesitated. This is the closest he had ever got to a wild animal before, and he really wanted to pet one. In fact, he has a great urge to softly pet it ears as if it was a pet of his own. But he knew that, as a wild animal, there was a chance that it could give him a very nasty bite. So he put his hand down and sighed lightly, when he noticed the fox winking at him.

The boy cocked his head, confused, when he suddenly looked down at the ground, a look of disbelief spreading across his face. The grass has disappeared and instead there was a path made of carefully placed cobblestones. The path seemed to lead from where the boy was, all the way around to behind where the fox was sitting.

The fox got up and nodded its head, as if beckoning him to follow. Too confused to think, the boy got up and followed the fox along the path.


-----

“RYAN TRAUM!!!” a shrill voice said. “WAKE UP!!!”

Ryan woke up from his dream of the fox as he heard the rest of the class laughing. One angry glare from the teacher's hawk-like light green eyes was enough to silence the laughter. Her gaze changed to Ryan as he felt chills running down his spine.

“What is your excuse this time?” she said from her beak-like mouth.

“I was working on homework really late at night,” Ryan tried to explain. “I-”

“Then you should’ve worked on it earlier!” she retorted.

“As I was saying, I couldn’t work on it sooner because my job has me working from four till ten pm every day of the week. Als-”

“You don’t need a job with a mother like yours!”

“Let me explain... my mom won't give me any of her money, not even a single cent. Sh-”

“Even if you only got one hour of sleep, I still can’t believe that you would fall asleep whilst watching a movie like this!” she remarked furiously, hitting the desk hard.

“It's a boring movie,” Ryan admitted. “I don’t know why Citizen Kane was known to be the greatest movie of the 20th century.”

This struck a cord in the teacher. “Ryan, you’re to stay for one hour after classes!”

“What?” Ryan nearly shouted. “But my job-”

“No exception! Now as we've settled this disruption, class, we'll continue with the movie.”

-----

When it finally reached four, Ryan left the school, feeling rather frustrated with his teacher and his mundane life. No matter how hard he looked, he just kept coming across dead ends, and no one was willing to help him out. Stupid, selfish humans, who think they can just leave behind the weak so that the strong can become stronger because it’ll promote progress and growth. Yet they didn’t even think that those weak people could do things that the stronger ones were incapable of. Humanity, in the end, is so close-minded that they just seemed to ignore any and all criticism.

Then again, Ryan thought, he was also being close-minded in thinking that humans had no good in them.

Unfortunately, none of those thoughts were brought on by his mother in recent years.
-----

A few years ago, Ryan parents divorced after his dad won ten million dollars on the lottery. His mom wanted the money, but her husband had the dignity to give her enough so their son could go to a good college. They went to court and the divorce was finalized, with the mother winning half of the money and her son. The father tried to guarantee that the money would to Ryan, but was rejected.

Now Ryan is still living with his mother in a good house with a servant and such, but Ryan was unhappy. His mother would ignore his requests, especially if it involved money, and just lives in her dream world.

Ryan wanted to live with his father, but is unable to since the court gave his mother sole ownership. Especially since his dad’s now living in the English countryside’s, and that the court have limited contact between the two. Every day he wondered what his father was doing and whether or not if he was thinking of him.

-----

Ryan, deep in his thoughts, kept on walking until-

Wham!

Ryan was knocked back to the ground as the woman that bumped into him just continued to run. There was complete terror in her eyes, Ryan noticed. Right beside him was a bag with something in it.

“Hey!” Ryan called out to her. “You dropped your-”

“Keep it!” she shouted back, still running.

Ryan pushed himself up off the ground, dumbfounded, as the woman continue to sprint like a jack rabbit. Ryan looked at where she came from, but there was nothing. No one was chasing her and there was nothing that he could see that could scare her like that. Just empty stores and buildings.

Without any further thinking, he picked up the bag and continued to walk home, letting his thoughts continue to argue on whether or not humans are the evilest creatures on the planet.

Eventually he was standing outside of his house, the size of it was three stories high, taking up a good half of the block. Silently he entered the house, looking around as his hands twitched about. When he saw no one, he stopped twitching and went to the worse part of the house, his room.

Ryan sat on his bed, looking around his dust-free room, which was also really small. He looked at the only other piece of furniture he had other than his bed; his bookshelf. It’s filled with fantasy books, including the Discworld books, The Hobbit and all three Lord of the Rings, The Inheritance Cycle, and Beowulf. He then looked at his closet, where all his clothes were stored.

He looked down and he noticed that he was still holding the bag he picked up earlier. He tilted his head a little as he opened it up. He pulled out a husky plush, which had a tag on it that said nothing except a bar code. The code merely said 151793.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders and laid down on his bed, hugging the plush tightly as he slowly drifted to sleep. The last thing he felt was a shock running through his body, making him feel a little sick.

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Ryan was walking on the cobblestone road, looking for something. Something he’d forgotten. Something important.

His sneakers rubbed on the rocks below him, scraping a little of the rubber off as he slowly broke into a run. The stones were kicked off the ground along with a little bit of dirt, until he found what he was looking for; the fox. It’s not too far off, but the water separated the two from each other.

Ryan shrugged and put his foot in the water. It reached as high as his ankles, he noticed, and put his other foot down. He walked across the water, slowly reaching towards his fox companion, when-

Snap!

Ryan fell face first into the shallow water as his feet started to wobble violently. He looked up to the fox, but then the rest of his body started to creak and shivered. He crawled to the other side, gritting his teeth, when his shoes tore off of his feet.

He looked back at his feet in complete disbelief. He saw that his feet has grown longer and larger. He pushed himself onto his back, his deformed feet stretched out above him. He felt his feet go numb as they continued to grow and alter. He let out a loud scream as he felt his back violently snap, as if he was being split in half. When the pain subsided, he looked up and saw that white fur was now covering his feet, black claws poking out from his toes, gleaming in the light.

Then the rest of his body goes numb to the point that he couldn't even feel the water that was washing over him. The numbness passed after a few moments as he was able to lift his hands up, resting them on his chest, only to suddenly withdraw them when he felt something furry resting against them.

“This can’t be happening,” Ryan said to himself. “This can’t be. . . .”

Ryan looked under his shirt and saw that there was fur there. He kept muttering to himself when he felt something growing in the back of his pants. Before he could take them off to examine it, said thing forced it way out, wagging behind his legs. He looked around and saw a gray tail with a white tip, resting behind him. After a few brief seconds, he tugged at it, feeling pain running through his spine. He grunted, realizing that it was HIS tail, as he flipped back onto his hands and knees to crawl, his tongue hanging out.

He managed to drag himself through the river, almost reaching the other side, when his hands cracked loudly. He collapsed, looking at his hands as the nails broke away, large black claws growing from his fingertips. His hands went numb, and he looked away for a moment, knowing that they were slowly covering in white fur. When the numbness faded away, he let out a sigh as he examined his changed hands.

Looking up, he saw the fox in front of him, now only a few feet away from him. He finally reached the other side, a foot away from the fox, before he was struck with the feeling this his head had been struck with a sledgehammer, his ears feeling like they were being torn off. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to reach the fox, despite the intense pain he was in, placing a hand on the creature.

Suddenly, as quickly as it had started, the pain stopped. Ryan opened his eyes, seeing a muzzle where his nose and mouth was, as well as the fox before him. Everything else, however, was gone. The fox grinned to him as it faded into pure light, covering everything around him.

The next thing that Ryan knew, he was lying on the grass, the sun shining through the branches. His eyes closed as his now triangular ears twitched, picking up on the sounds of mechanical grinding.


-----

Ryan eyes slowly opened, widening when he saw a white muzzle before his eyes.

“What the? But-”

Ryan looked at his hands, covered in fur, lined with claws and thick pads.

“-but-”

He then looked at his feet, the shoes completely torn away. His feet was stretched and twisted into a digitgrade posture, forcing him to walk on the balls of his feet.

“-but-”

He then saw his tail, covered in grey fur, wagging behind him.

“-that was a dream!”

Then the closet door swing open as a man stepped out from inside it, closing the doors behind him. With a skip in his step, he hopped in front of Ryan, speaking in a British accent.

“You see? I told you that it’ll change you, Miss-” He suddenly stopped when he saw Ryan. “Wait a minute. You’re not the lady that brought the husky plush from me, unless you changed gender... even then, you don't even look-"

“Who the hell are you!?” Ryan shouted.

“Oh!” he said and took a step backwards. “My name is Undecim Medicus, the owner of this store.” He gestured to Ryan's closet.

“Mr. Medicus,” Ryan asked. “First off, how did you get into my house and inside my room? Second, why are you here? And finally, that’s my closet, not your store!”

Mr. Medicus, with a rather sour face, asked, “You mean this?” He said as he opened the door.

“Yes, that’s-”

But Ryan stopped short when he saw that on the other side of the door, it wasn't his closet. Instead there was a store. “What? But-”

Mr. Medicus motioned him to go inside. Ryan eventually did so, and once he was inside, he felt like the only person in the entire world. The place was huge, much bigger than the house.

“That’s... that’s impossible.” Ryan uttered.

“No,” Mr. Medicus said. “Just a bit of-”

Suddenly they heard a door slamming, a loud voice booming through the area. “OK, who’s making the loud noises!?”

“Mom!” Ryan said, recognizing the voice.

That was followed up by a loud scream. “THIEF! THIEF! WE’VE GOT A THIEF IN THE HOUSE!!!”

“No! I’m not a thief!” Mr. Medicus yelled as the doors slammed shut.

Mr. Medicus hopped back inside, his tweed coat floating as he did so, locking the door behind him. “I guess I should remember to not deal with a mother wh-”

“What are you-”

“Oh,” Mr. Medicus said, looking at Ryan. “I’m very sorry for what has happened to you.”

“Huh?” Ryan said, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You see this shop,” Mr. Medicus said, now seemingly very old. “What kind is it?”

Ryan looked around and saw that, for what seemed to be miles, there were plushies on the shelves... wolves, dragons, Pokémon...you name it, he had it. Ryan then thought for a moment as he looked at the tag of a nearby fox plush. The tag read 151793.

“You were the owner of that husky plush,” Ryan said.

“Yes,” Mr. Medicus said, straightening his bowtie. “The reason why this store is in your closet is the same as why you've been turned into an anthromorphic husky, and why the store is so big. It’s powered by Athrú technologies, and was made a long, long time ago.”

“Athrú?”

“Yes,” Mr. Medicus said, feeling more energetic by the sound of the word. “They were an old and mighty civilization from the planet Glas. Very advanced, they spread across the universe alongside the others. Athrú technologies are a mix in with magic and, since their technologies center around transforming, the magic leaks and effect non-Athrú by changing them.”

“So, this is why I’m a husky now?” Ryan asked.

“Yes,” Mr. Medicus answered. “You weren’t meant to have it though. I sold it to that nice lady earlier today.”

“I met her,” Ryan told him. “She was scared for some reason. So scared that she dropped that plush and didn’t pick it up. She just continued running.”

“It might have been because I moved to another spot,” Mr. Medicus said. “The empty room where my shop used to be must’ve scared her out of her mind. She did seem nervous when I talked to her.”

Ryan sighed and thought for a moment.

OK, I’m in a shop where my closet used to be, I’m talking to a strange man, I’m not human anymore, and I doubt that my mom would accept me with open arms when she sees me like this. What a great day...

“Sorry,” Mr. Medicus said again.

“It’s OK,” Ryan replied halfheartedly, looking away.

“But I may be wrong when I said that you were not meant to have that plush.” Mr. Medicus said, walking to Ryan and patting his shoulder kindly. “After all, what may be a wrong place and time may actually be the right place and the right time. Maybe you were meant to have it.”

“How can you be so sure?” Ryan asked, looking at him.

“I don’t,” Mr. Medicus replied, walking away.

Ryan thought for a few seconds and asked, “Did you say that you can move this place?”

“Yes, I did.” Mr. Medicus answered, turning around.

“Any limits?”

“As long as there’s a room that has no people in it, there are no limits.”

Ryan smiled. “Can you take me to my dad?”

“What? Isn’t he- Oh. I see. Sure, can do! By the way, what’s your name?”

“Ryan. Ryan Traum,” Ryan responded.

Mr. Medicus nodded as he ran through the seemingly endless shelves of plushies and rings.

“You might want to hold onto something!” Mr. Medicus shouted back to him.

Ryan just stood there, confused. After a while, the place started to shake wildly as the same mechanical grinding he heard earlier echoed through the store. On impulse, Ryan grabbed onto one of the shelves, which seemed to be welded onto the floor. Then it all stopped, though Ryan remained holding onto it for dear life until Mr. Medicus came back.

“We are here!” Mr. Medicus said with glee whilst jumping about. “In the English countryside!”

“Wait,” Ryan said. “How did you-”

“I can track down anyone with this girl,” Mr. Medicus responded, patting one of the shelves. “I just tell her to track down your dad and here we are. So let’s meet him!”

“So you got a plan on explaining my dad on why I’m a husky?” Ryan asked as Mr. Medicus walked past him.

“Yes,” Mr. Medicus answered. “I’m going to tell him everything.”

“What? Wait!” Ryan uttered, but Mr. Medicus already left. “Great... Can’t wait to see his reaction...”

Ryan looked at the plushies at the store as he waited for Mr. Medicus to come back. There were so many of them... Where does that man get them all?

The door once again swung open.

“OK Ryan. You can-”

Mr. Medicus started as Ryan's dad pushed him side, rushing towards his boy. Father and son looked at each other, their faces going from shocked, to confusion, to curiosity. They didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. As if they’ve been talking to each other for a long time, they came to accept what had happened and hugged each other hard, their faces wet with tears.

“How can you people breathe like that?” Mr. Medicus commented as he watched the two with a soft smile.

The two stopped hugging after a few moments, starting to walk out of the store. Before Ryan could leave though, he felt Mr. Medicus place a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait,” he said, pulling out a necklace with a ruby in it. “This will change you back to normal, if you so desire.”

Ryan looked at it for a few seconds before he gently pushed Mr. Medicus's hand away. He understood as he placed it back in his pocket, Ryan waving goodbye to him.

I don’t know what will happen now, Ryan thought. But I have a feeling that, from this point on, things will only get better.

The End

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Writer's Guild / Foxgamer01: Fox and Wolf TFs
« on: April 21, 2012, 03:18:34 PM »
Here's another old story I've written in . . . 2010. Ohhhhhh boy. Anyways, enjoy the bad writing.

Edited by Dracondo

Ho-Oh TF: http://foxgamer01.deviantart.com/art/Ho-Oh-TF-157748151
Lugia TF: http://foxgamer01.deviantart.com/art/Lugia-TF-162138493
Fox and Wolf TFs: Here.
Dragon TF: (Can't post link.)
Werewolf TF: (Can't post link.)
Husky TF: http://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/index.php?topic=1300.0
Griffin TF: http://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/index.php?topic=1287.0
Califox TF or HILTSWAHAE: http://foxgamer01.deviantart.com/art/Califox-TF-or-HILTSWAHAE-305615081



I stood in the corner of the room, watching my classmates have their conversations that lead to nowhere. Talking about the usual; sports, girlfriends, boyfriends, cars, fashions, and more. I didn't join into those kinds of talk because I didn't have anything to talk about. I was the ghost of the school, the alien, the one who didn't belong to any social groups.

Even if I did have something to say, I was usually ignored for no reason. Perhaps it's because I was the alien there that people didn't pay any attention to. It got bad when I would play a team game with my classmates because, usually, no one except me knew which team I was on. But it was silly and stupid when my classmates were encouraging me to speak out more, be more social, but how could I have if the same people ignored me, making the whole argument pointless?

'I don't belong here,' I thought. 'I belong somewhere else.'

There' were times, like being ignored, that made me feel like I was being abused by everyone around me. Some I would help in their personal crises and they promised to repay the debt they owed, but never did. Some I would ask for help, but I was ignored in the end. And some would make me take the fall someone else’s problems. Maybe it was because I was too nice for my own good, something that even my dad criticized me for it. But the one thing I couldn’t stand in the world was to see others cry.

"Ok class," our teacher, Miss Levo, said, "It's 3:15. Have a great day."

'Ok,' I thought. 'Time to go home.'

I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the room. Walking to the bike racks at the side of school, I thought about how alien I was there. I had few, if any, friends there in that school and they hardly got into conversations with me unless they wanted something from me and, even then, I got nothing from it. Perhaps, there was a place where I could go and feel normal for once.

I reached my bike, which was gold and silver in color, unlocked it, and rode it on my way home. Along the way home, I passed by Ashlei Lupus’s house. She was the new girl in school who had just entered a year ago. She had brown hair with blond highlights, blue eyes, always wore her necklace, which had a red gem on it, and she was the star of our chess club and softball team. I admitted that I loved her, but so did all of the guys at school and, with all of the competition for her, why would she have cared about the alien of the school?

I then passed by the shopping center of our town, or what was left of it. Most of the stores here were closed due to the failing economy there. Sometimes, I wondered, if the future was bleak, that we were heading into dark times last seen less than a century ago. If so, did we let it happened? Did we make mistakes that shouldn't have be made? Or was it bound to happen?

I then noticed a store I had never seen before. It was an video game store, with images of video game characters, like Mario and Solid Snake, on the windows of the store. I would’ve loved to go into the store and buy a game, but I didn't have any money. Besides, it looked like it was closed for the day. So I had no choice but to go home.

After a bit, I reached my home, which was one floor and blue and white. I got off my bike and walked it to the side of the house where I left it leaning on the wall. Pulling out my key, I unlocked my door and entered my house.

It was empty, just as I expected it would be. It was still before four o'clock, which was when my sister would come home from college. It felt strange though, coming home alone those days. My mom died of lung cancer four years before then and my dad left here last December to work with my great uncles at their farm at California, leaving just my sister and me to take care of the house. It wasn’t that bad, it just got lonely at times.

I placed my backpack on the couch and opened it. I then pulled out a book, The Three Investigators: The Mystery of the Coughing Dragon, and opened it. But then a folded slip of paper had fallen from the book and onto the floor. I picked it up, unfolded it, and read it.

It said:

Dear Matt Vulpes,

Can you meet me at my house at 5:00? I have something to show you.

From,
Ashlei Lupus


My heart gave a leap of joy, but my mind filled with questions. Why should she send it to me when she could invite another cooler guy? Still, since she asked me to come, I decided I'd go.

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"Ok," I said. "I'm going out."

"Ok," I heard my sister say. "See you later."

I went outside at five and went to my bike. I then road it to Ashlei house, passing by the shopping center in the progress. Looking at the stores, I noticed that the video game store that was here less than a couple of hours ago had vanished. Instead there was a rings and plush store in its place. In front of the store was a man with long black hair, blue eyes, and he was wearing a brown tweed jacket with elbow patches that were left unbuttoned, a fashionable shirt, a bow tie, red braces, rolled up trousers and black boots. He smiled and waved at me as I rode by.

After awhile, I reached her house. It was like my house, only brown and white. I looked at the door and saw her in front of it. She was wearing a green shirt, brown pants, the necklace she usually wore, and white running shoes.

When she gestured me with her hand to come, I got off my bike and put it down on the ground. I walked towards her and, for a few seconds, we stood there, face to face, without talking.

"Hello Matt," she finally said.

"Hello," I said. "What do you need?"

"If you'll come," she said, "I'll show them to you."

She then turned around and opened the door to her house. She entered it with me following, with questions filling up my head. After a bit, she stopped at the wall with some type of symbols I've never seen before in a shape of a triangle. The top symbol was red, the lower left was blue, and the lower right was green.

"Matt," she said. "Do you remember what happened a year ago?"

After a bit of thinking, I said, "I think I know what you mean..."

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I was riding my bike home, just like any other day. There was nothing interesting usually on the way.

But then I saw her standing there. She had on a blue shirt, the necklace with the red gem, and jeans. I was so startled by her appearance that I hit a part of the sidewalk and fell down onto the ground. Getting up, I felt the opened wounds burning and the bones aching. I heard running and, when I turned around, I saw her running to me.

"Are you ok?" she said.

"Y-yes," I said.

"That's good," she said.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

We turned around and, when I saw him, I groaned. Drew Infirmus, the troublemaker of the school. He had blond hair, purple eyes, and he was wearing a black shirt with a black jacket over it, black pants, and black shoes.

"What do you want?" I said.

"Nothing from you," he said. "What I want is that thing around that girl’s neck."

"What?!" she said.

"Yeah," he said. He ran up and forcibly removed the necklace from her. "I'll be taking that."

"Hey!" I said.

I felt my blood becoming hot, even hotter than those scrape wounds, and heard the blood running through my ears. Without thinking, I gave Drew a punch in the nose, breaking it. Drew stepped back a few steps and dropped the necklace. He then ran off the opposite direction, holding his nose and crying. I picked it up and handed it back to her.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," I said. I walked to my bike, picked it up from the ground, and prepared to continue on my way home. "See you."

"Wait," she said. "What's your name?"

"Matt Vulpes," I said. "What's yours?"

"Ashlei Lupus," she said.


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"If you mean the day that I stopped Drew from stealing your necklace, then yes," I said.

"Yes, that's it," she said. "Do you know why I wear it all the time?"

"Other than the fact that you've got it as a gift from your dad, then no," I said.

"Now," she said, removing her necklace, "you'll find out why."

A few seconds had passed and there was a ripping sound. To my shock and surprise, a wolf tail appeared behind Ashlei. I then saw her hands transform into a mix between a hand and a wolf paw with gray fur spreading up her arms. Then there was another ripping sound and, when I looked down at her feet, I saw her shoes ripped apart as they became digitigrades-like wolf legs. I looked up to her face and saw her ears moved up her head and became more pointed, like wolf ears. While her brown hair became gray, her blond highlights remained the same. Finally her face became covered in grey fur as her nose and mouth turned into a wolf muzzle. I rubbed my eyes, trying to tell myself that people didn't transformed in front of me, but when I opened my eyes again, she was still an anthro wolf.

I stood there in shock for a few seconds, and then I said, "W-what the heck just happened?"

"I'm not human," she said. "I'm actually a Wilk, a species from the planet Eckzahm."

"From another planet?" I said. "So you're a-"

"Alien?" she said. "Yes. I was sent here to observe this planet for about a year for my school report."

"So that necklace turns you into a human?" I said.

"Yes," she said. "My dad got it from a man he called Mr. Crevan."

"Wait a minute," I said. "It turns you into a human as long as you're wearing it, right? So why didn't you turned back into your true form when Drew removed it a year ago?"

"Because," she said, "as long as I don't want to changed back, I'll remained in human form for about a minute or so."

"Why are you showing me this now?" I said.

"Because this is the last day I'll be on earth," she said. "But I want you to come with me."

"What?" I said.

"You see," she said, "when Drew took my necklace, I was scared. Scared of what everyone around me would think if they saw me when I changed back. Imagined, your first day at observing the humans and your true form is about to be revealed any second. I was really scared.

"But then you got it back from him in time. I had never been more thankful before in my life. I wanted to repay it back to you in any way I can. Now here's the chance I had been waiting for. So, will you come with me?"

I thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

The anthro wolf smiled and said, "Good. Here."

She handed me some type of ring. I looked at it and I noticed that it had a fox head engraved on it. I looked up at her questionably.

"What's this ring for?" I said.

"It's a ring that can transform you into what's engraved on it," she said. "I got it from a ring and plush shop run by a man named Undecim Medicus. He said it's due to the shop having Athrú technology powering it up."

"Athrú technology?" I said.

"Yes," she said. "It's technology that has powerful magic running its power, so the species were one of the five greatest civilizations since over thousands of years ago."

"What happened to them?" I said.

"They had gotten into what's known as the Last Great Transformation War," she said. "A war between them and the Nex Mutatio, another of the five great civilizations that could transform species, only darker. Both civilizations are destroyed now that they tried to kill each other. Now most, if not all, of the two species are dead."

"I see," I said.

I looked at the ring for a few seconds and then I put it on. As soon as I put it on, I felt a jolt running through my body. I looked at my ring for a few seconds before I heard a ripping sound from behind me. I turned my head around and saw a fox tail coming from me.

"Whoa," I said.

I looked at my hands and I saw them becoming a mix between a hand and a fox paw with black fur appearing there. The black fur on my hands-paws went up to my elbows where they were now rusty red. I then heard another ripping sound below me and, when I looked down, I saw my feet tearing apart my shoes at they became more digitigrades-like. The black fur on my feet-paws then spread up my legs where they became rusty red as they reached my knees.

"Incredible," I said.

I felt the fur spreading under my clothes and now they were going to my head. I felt a slight tingling from my ears and, when I felt them, they were moving up my head and are becoming more pointed now. Finally, I saw my nose moving more forward with my mouth as they were turning into a muzzle. I felt my muzzle with my hand-paw and looked at Ashlei.

"Fantastic," I said.

"Do you like it?" she said.

"Boy, do I!" I said.

"That's good," she said. "You know, ever since you've gotten my necklace back, I've fallen in love with you."

"You have?" I said. "Why, the first time I saw you, I've fallen in love with you too."

We both smiled for a few seconds and then we got closer. We then kissed on the spot for a few seconds. After awhile, she pulled away and turned to the wall.

"Tairsearch," she said and the three symbols span around until it became what looked like a whirlpool of white energy on the wall. She then turned back to me. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," I said.

She smiled and went into the portal with me following her. As I followed her, I realized that this is where I belonged, I no longer felt like an alien anymore. I'm where I should be for the first time in my life.

'Let's go across the universe.'

The End

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Writer's Guild / Re: Foxgamer01: Griffin TF
« on: April 17, 2012, 07:32:36 PM »
Thanks and I see. {;)

I'll think of alternative titles for the rest of this series of short stories. I merely use it because that's how I began when I first wrote the first story of this series. I never imagine that it'll extend this far. I only intended it to end with Ho-Oh TF, but people asked for one for Lugia and I did and then I got an inspiration for the next story, Fox and Wolf TFs, and thus the series really began.

If you want to know the name for the series, it's the Medicus Short Transformation series, though that needs to be renamed and quickly. {:P

I hope to post the rest of the series. Well, most of the series since the other two, Dragon TF and Werewolf TF, can't be posted since it has swearing and bloody fights respectively. ^.|.^;

Oh well. {:)

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Writer's Guild / Re: Foxgamer01: A Camping TF - A V8 Request Story
« on: April 17, 2012, 07:20:50 PM »
Thanks. The 'hidden joke' was about how V8Arwing67, when I asked for his character name for the story, said that it was V8. So I said in reply that I'll put in that his father has a sense of humor related to the father of Major Major Major (from the book Catch-22 which I suggest to you to not read since it's not your type of story). So he finally reveal the name to be Ryan Stillings.

I admit that grammar is not my strongest when I'm writing and I tend to mix past tense with present tense. But I'm taking a class that will help me with my problems and, hopefully, I'll get better.

I hope so too. {:)

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Writer's Guild / Foxgamer01: A Camping TF - A V8 Request Story
« on: April 10, 2012, 04:46:33 PM »
This is a story which I made for V8Arwing67 as a request. I only posted it on FA because he was going to post it on DA crediting me for the story. Though he has yet to actually do it. I don't know why he hasn't, but oh well.

Enjoy.

EDIT: I forgot to put this in. Sorry

Edited by Dracondo



The alarm clock beeped loudly as a hand rose up and slammed down on the clock, turning it off. A young adult lifted himself up with his arms while his eyes skimmed his bedside. After a few seconds he found his square shaped glasses sitting there and he quickly put them on. His eyes then turned to the clock as it shone the numbers 5:00 AM.

“Way too early for me to get up,” he muttered as his hand reached to turn on the light above him. “But I have to today.”

The light shined in the room as his eyes observed his two backpacks, both completely full of stuff. His gaze went to the drawers at the other side of the room and saw his blue jeans and light blue shirt folded on top of it. Beside them was a printed out email he received a week ago. He quickly remembered the contents of the email as he pulled off the bed sheets off of him.

It said:

Dear Ryan,

I am planning to go camping this weekend and I wonder if you’ll come. I’m also inviting a couple of friends, too, so it can be even more fun. Make sure to bring enough food and clothes for the trip if you can come. Though, knowing you, you’ll have everything set the hour you read this. Still, send me a reply when you got your parents’ permission.

From,
Kyo


Ryan smiled widely as he got off his bed, remembering how little effort it took to get his parents’ permission after he sent Kyo his answer. He picked up his clothes and he quickly put them on while he hummed a tuneless song. He held the backpacks with one hand as he exitted his room.

Ryan walked into the living room, grinning in a wild sort of way. He placed his backpacks on the couch and he left that room with a skip. He came back with a pack filled with food made the previous night. He placed it next to the other two backpacks as he sat down, looking at this watch.

His foot tapped on the ground impatiently as he kept looking at his watch, seeing the minutes run by. His eyes gazed at the shaded window and observed it getting brighter. Then he heard a honk outside, causing him to smile.

Ryan picked up all three packs and was barely able to open the door and close it as he grinned.

He looked at the van there as he walked around the bushes in front of the door and observed a couple of people in it. Ryan recognized then as Kyo and his girlfriend Larissa. They saw Ryan and, seeing the amount of stuff he was carrying, they stepped out of the van and went to him.

“Do you need some help?” Kyo asked as soon as he reached Ryan side.

“No need,” Ryan replied, shrugging off Larissa attempts at carrying his stuff. “Where’s Colin?”

“Oh,” Larissa spoke up. “He had a serious case of the flu when we went to his house. He said that he was sorry and hoped that we’d have fun without him.”

“That’s too bad,” Ryan said sadly as they went to the back of the van. “So it’s just the three of us for this trip, eh?”

“I’m afraid so,” Kyo answered as he opened the trunk of the van. “Still, it could be worse. It could be you who’s sick in his place.”

Ryan laughed as he placed his packs in the back. When he looked back at Kyo, his smile changed into confusion. He tilted his head a bit and blinked.

“What’s wrong?” Kyo asked, noticing Ryan expression and rubbing the top of his head.

“Oh! Um, nothing,” Ryan hastily answered as his hand opened one of his backpacks and pulled out a notebook with the symbol ‘V8’ on it and a pencil. “I just thought I’ll draw on the way there. Anyways, shall we go?”

“Sure,” Kyo replied, looking as Larissa and back at Ryan.

Kyo closed the trunk and the three entered the van, with Ryan jumping in the back of the van, Kyo getting on the driver seat, and Larissa taking the shotgun seat.

“Do you think it’s going to rain tonight, like all the other times we went camping?” Ryan heard Kyo asked when he entered the van.

“No,” Larissa replied. “I have a feeling that this night will be different.”

Ryan then thought about what he thought he saw earlier. Though he knew that what he saw earlier was just his crazy imagination like all the other times, he shrugged and opened his notebook.

In it, he wrote:

Once again, for a few seconds, Kyo's head changed into a fox head.

-----

It was late at night in the middle of the woods, at least 70 miles away from civilization. A campfire burns brightly, keeping the three figures, Ryan, Kyo, and Larissa warm, though Ryan noticed he was the closest to the fire. Kyo threw in small sticks into the blaze as Ryan drew in his notebook.

“How’s your drawing?” Larissa asked when she saw Ryan wrote something down and put down the notebook.

“It’s doing OK,” Ryan replied, looking up to the uncountable stars in the sky. “Want to see it?”

“Sure,” Larissa answered, smiling. Ryan picked up the notebook, turned a few pages, and handed it to her. She studied the picture for several seconds before handing it back to Ryan. “Another werewolf, I see.”

“Yeah,” Ryan said, grinning as he closed the notebook and placed it down. “Werewolves are cool.”

“Then you better look for some,” Kyo remarked, grinning. “It’s the full moon tonight.”

“Yeah, if they exist,” Ryan noted before he took a drink of water. Both Kyo and Larissa grinned at each other before Ryan put his drink down. “Still, they’re beautiful creatures.”

“Yeah, but I prefer kitsunes and dragons,” Kyo teased.

Ryan chuckled a bit. “Yeah.”

Ryan stood up, pulling out a flashlight. "I think I’ll go for a late night stroll. Anyone want to come with me?”

“No thanks,” Kyo replied, throwing in more twigs into the flame. “I’m too tired from our last hike. How about you Larissa?”

“Same here,” Larissa responded.

“OK. See you later,” Ryan said as he cast a final look at Kyo and Larissa, when he saw something behind her. He quickly turned around and walked away, muttering, “I did not see three fox tails on Larissa. I did not.”

After a fair distance from the campfire light, Ryan pulled out a flashlight and turned it on. A beam of light shined from it and hit several of the plants and trees around him. He walked along the forest, looking with his flashlight and memorizing unique trees so he can find his way back. He heard some movement around him and he shined the light at those direction, but was unable to see any animals. He could only see the trees and plants and could only hear the animals.

The owls hooted around Ryan as he went up a hill. He looked upwards for them in the trees, but was unable to see them. When he reached the top of the hill, he heard a wolf howl. He quickly skimmed the surrounding area, but he saw no wolves. He sighed as he went down the hill, slipping on the loose rock.

“Whoa!” Ryan uttered as he moved quickly to regain his balance, traveling down the hill in the progress. He finally reached the bottom as soon as he regained his steadiness, his flashlight shining at a dark opening ahead of him.

Ryan mouth slightly opened as he looked at the opening of a cave, his flashlight shining at the sides of it. They looked . . . smooth, like someone dug it carefully. He looked at the walls of the cave itself and they too looked smooth. The floor of it looked, Ryan noticed, like no living thing had entered this cave for a long time. To Ryan, it looked like a group of people dug this cave and abandoned it, with everything that can move pretending that this never existed.

Ryan felt chills running under his skin, yet he felt a burning sense of curiosity in his heart that grew. He felt an urge to go on into the cave to explore it and ignored his nervousness on how nothing seems to pay even a single attention to this cave. His feet then carried him into the cave, ignoring the screaming protest in his head.

After Ryan walked several feet into the cave, the moonlight was no longer hitting him, leaving him with the only source of light in his hands. He shivered a bit as his flashlight shot a beam of light at the quiet cave walls. The walls closed in, making him shiver even more though he kept walking forward even when the walls were too close to extend his arms to the side. By then Ryan has seen the other side of the cave with moonlight at the end. He quickened his pace as he reached the other side and, when he reached the exit, his eyes widened with wonder.

Ryan eyes observed what seems to be a statue made of stone in the middle of what appears to be a huge room. Lights looked plentiful in here, with a bright beam of light shining at the middle of this room, though he noticed that other lights didn’t seem to be reflecting off of anything. Ryan turned off his flashlight and put it in his pocket as he looked around, noticing that what seemed to be houses for what people lived here were dug out of stone in the walls. The roof of one level of houses was a platform for another set of houses and repeated eight more times, creating nine levels of houses for this abandoned village.

The statue itself looked like two figures standing back to back to each other. From Ryan's angle, he saw only one of them clearly while the other one was blocked. The first one looked like a man holding what looked like a gear in its right hand. Ryan moved around the statue, looking at it, until he could see the other figure clearly too and his mouth dropped when he saw it. The second figure looks virtually like the first one right down to the gear being held by its right hand, but with one clear difference. This one looked like a wolf standing upright on its paws.

Ryan took a step closer and felt something under his foot. He looked down and noticed a stab of stone laying there and, right next to it, a broken sword. His eyes then skimmed across the floor and saw that the place was littered with weapons, many of them broken. Some of them were swords, some were axes, some were bows, and many more he couldn’t name, though he thought he saw a gun or two.

Ryan eyes then skimmed back to the stab of wood and, without thinking, picked it up. He looked at the surface and noticed what may be writing for this lost civilization. The markings on it looked like diamond shapes with lines cutting through them and, in a couple of cases, under them. He turned his head to his side as he walked to the beam of moonlight, hoping that it can help him see the markings clearer.

When the moonlight hit the stone, the markings on it started to glow in a bluish color. Ryan, seeing the glowing markings, dropped the stone stab as he took a step back. It hits the ground as mist began to form around him. He looked at the hand that held the stone and, to his utter shock, there were the same marking glowing there. The mist started to cloud up his glasses and he began to remove them to clear them up.

“What th-”

Crack!

Ryan other hand grabbed his glowing one as he screamed loudly. He collapsed to his knees, his body began to sweat, as he clutched his hand. The pain faded and he took a deep breath as he picked up his glasses and cleaned them-

Crick!

The hand shot down, flinging Ryan glasses away from him, as he screamed in pain again. He fell to his side as his glowing hand rubbed his other hand. He felt his hands were feeling . . . thicker? His body shivered as he felt his skin on his palms were becoming thicker and tougher and the rest of his hand were getting . . . hairy?

Ryan strained his eyes, trying to see what was growing on his hands, as he felt his arms were feeling sore. He rubbed his arms as he barely felt that they were getting prickly. He looked at his arms and hands closely and . . . something was growing there. Something hair-like . . . like fur!

Ryan eyes snapped wide as he pulled his arms closer. His mouth was opened wide when he realized that fur was growing there! His mind-

Snap!

Ryan curled up, his hands gripping his shirt, as he gritted his teeth. He felt his back twisting and turning in there under his skin, like someone put a wrench in there, connected it to his back, and twisted it. He gave a low growl when he felt something in the seat of his pants was growing. Instinctively, he moved his hands to take off his pants before it was-

Rip!

. . . Too late.

Ryan rolled around, hitting the weapons nearby and groaning, as his hand moved to touch where his pants ripped. His hand felt something long and furry like . . . a tail? He tug it a little and, feeling the pain from the tug, his eyes widen with realization that it was his tail.

“Wh-what in t-the world is h-happening t-to me?” Ryan muttered as he slowly rolled to his side again.

Ryan felt that his chest was feeling numb and, following that, itchy. He looked at his hands and, seeing claws that weren’t there earlier, decided against scratching his chest and instead rubbed it. He felt the fur growing underneath his shirt and moaned as he felt itchy on his back and upper legs. He rolled onto his back and-

Snap!

Ryan let out a scream as he arched his back and felt extreme pain in his feet. He brought his hand close to his foot and rubbed it, but he couldn’t feel his feet even though he knew he was touching it. His hand felt his foot was thickening and lengthening under his shoe as he panted.

Rip!

Ryan felt his feet were ripping through his shoe as he struggled to see through this mist. He moaned again as the throbbing on his feet continued. He rolled himself up to sitting position and, feeling his feet with his hands, he felt, to his terror, fur patches that were spreading, his toenails getting thicker and longer, and his feet getting much bigger and longer. The pain finally subsided as he felt his thick pads on the bottom of his feet and his little toes moving upwards.

Ryan then felt his neck getting stiff. His hands went up and rubbed his neck as they felt the fur growing there. He moaned as he-

Crick!

Ryan turned upward to the moon shining above as he screamed loudly. He then fell back to the ground as he began to cough. He rolled and coughed to the ground, spitting out blood and a few of his teeth. His eyes had barely seen the teeth and, impulsively, placed his hand in his mouth and felt his teeth. He felt that, in the missing teeth's place, there were longer and sharper fangs. His hands rubbed the sides of his face and, to his dismay, he felt the lower half of his face was moving forward. His eyes crossed at his nose and saw it moving forward too and getting darker. His eyes shut tightly as his hands felt the fur growing on his face, his ears were moving upwards and changing shape, and his mouth and nose were continuing to move forward.

Then it stopped.

Ryan eyes opened and got up to his knees to look at the moon as the mist cleared up.

He howled to it.

Ryan eyes then went down to his hand that was glowing and noticed that the markings were gone, with no trace at all. He skimmed the ground with his eyes and found his glasses. He crawled on his knees towards them and picked them up. They slipped down the side of his face when he tried to put them on. His hands rubbed the side of his face and, realizing that his ears were now on the top of his head and in a triangular shape, he positioned his glasses until they stay up. He tried to stand up, but stumbled down to his knees when he lost his balance. He looked at what was his feet while he stood up again, positioning them until he could stand up again without trouble.

Well, as little trouble as there could be like a major headache, weak limbs, sore body, and the taste of blood in his mouth.

Ryan wobbled forward to the exit, taking out his flashlight, while what was now his paws were position like he was standing on his toes. His sights darkened as he kneeled down again and, absentmindedly, picked up a stab of stone. He went back up and, staring at the exit, wobbled towards it. He turned on his flashlight as he walked through the tunnel, his panting getting heavier with every step along with his eyes, until he saw the moonlight at the end of the tunnel. The light hit his fur as he exited the tunnel before it disappeared when a cloud covered it up. His vision faded as he collapsed and, before the darkness overtook him, he thought he saw two figures running towards them and they don’t look like humans.

------

Ryan eyes opened up as he groaned in a low voice. It took him awhile before he realized that he was looking up to the cloudy sky and felt warm, despite the fact that he wasn’t covered in his sleeping bag. He then noticed a orange light and shifted his head to where it was coming from. His eyes squinted when he saw a campfire, the source of the light.

“Ah. Good. You’re awake,” a voice Ryan recognized said as sticks were thrown into the bright flames. “I was wondering if you were going to sleep for the rest of the night.”

“Heh. You know me, Kyo,” Ryan said as he lifted himself up. “I’m a late sle-”

Ryan stopped, his eyes widen when they saw a strange furry creature sitting nearby. The creature grinned at Ryan, perhaps even wider when he saw Ryan slowly sliding away.

“Don’t be afraid,” the creature said as he got up and throw more twigs into the fire.

“Huh?” Ryan remarked when he heard that voice. “Kyo!? Is that you?”

“Yes,” Kyo answered as he walked to Ryan side. “So you can finally see me in full.”

Ryan eyes skimmed at the grinning Kyo and lifted his head to its side. Kyo was covered in brown fur mainly with a acute muzzle and black triangular ears. His eyes skimmed down and noticed four tails, two covered in bushy fur and two covered in scales, and a pair of huge wings.

“How did that happen to you?” Ryan asked as Kyo kneeled to his side. “I mean, you weren’t . . . what you are now when I last left you.”

“Oh. This?” Kyo responded, gesturing his entire body. “I’ve been what we called a dracotsune for more than a year already. You just wouldn’t see Larissa, who is really a kitsune, and I as we really are, though I noticed you catching glimpses from time to time. Oh yes, we noticed your reactions and we grinned a little at your confusion every time."

“But before I answer your questions, since I can see it in your face that you’re overflowing with questions, let me ask you one of my own. What happened to you?”

It was then that Ryan remembered the cave, the lost village, the mist, and the painful changes. He looked at his hands and noticed them to be paw-like now, with claws and pads. Ryan felt his fur, which is mostly grey except for some parts like the lighter color grey on his torso.

“Well,” Ryan began, but hesitated. He looked at Kyo's grinning face, sighed, and continued. “I walked around these woods until I encountered a cave. I entered it and, once I’d reached the other side, I saw what remained of a village there. I picked up what I thought was writing in a piece of stone and then it started glowing when it touched the moonlight from the opening above. A mist then covered me followed by pain and I became this. I did managed to exit the place before I passed out. I’m guessing that you found me?”

“Yes. Larissa and I heard some screaming followed by a howl and we tracked down the source. We found you laying there, though,” Kyo hesitated, biting his lip, before continuing, “when we found you, there was no cave.”

“What?!” Ryan yelled, standing up. “There was a cave there! I swear it-”

“Calm down!” Kyo yelled, grabbing Ryan shoulders and made his head face Kyo. “I believe you. Larissa is still there, trying to find what change you. I can bet you that she’ll find the cave you went in-”

“Then it’ll be a bet that you’ll lose,” a female voice said and both Kyo and Ryan turned to her.

Larissa was standing there, though Ryan noted that, as Kyo said earlier, she was different. She was covered in brown fur mainly, like Kyo, though she didn’t have any of the dragon wings and she got three bushy tails, all curled up.

“I could hear you two yelling and talking about a cave and I’m sad to say that I found no cave there. However,” Larissa put in when she saw Ryan opening his mouth, “I did sense a magical barrier nearby. It’s very subtle to the point that it took me several tries to actually sense that there was one there. I also sense that it’s very strong. So strong that an army of dragons, with all of their magic and power combined, wouldn’t be able to break it. The people who built it obviously wanted to hide. From what or who, I can’t tell.”

“Whatever it is, it found them. The floor of that village was covered with destroyed weapons,” Ryan told Larissa, who nodded.

“I guess it found out how, or when, and where it opens,” Larissa said. “You just happened to have found it open at the time. As for how and when it opens, well, I don’t know. There’s only so much I can do in one night.”

Larissa flattened her ears as Kyo went to her side and patted her shoulder. “You did your best,” Kyo told her.

“Hold on,” Ryan said, his eyes brightened. Larissa ears perked up as Ryan searched his pockets and pulled out a stab of stone. “I picked this up as I was leaving. Let me see here. . . . Yes! This is the piece of stone that changed me!”

“Huh?” Larissa remarked, disbelieving. She snatched it from Ryan hand and examined it closely, rubbing her fingers on the marking. She then formed a glowing red orb and put it in the stab of stone and, after a few seconds, a green orb came out and entered her body. Her eyes were closed for several seconds, thinking and sensing. She then opened her eyes. “It does have transformation powers! But how? . . . It’s so simple, yet I feel that it’s powerful magic in there. I don’t think I, or anyone I know, can match that level. In fact, I’m not even sure if I can remove that spell on you, even with lots of help. Whatever that village was who knows how many years ago, they have incredible levels of magic. If they still exist . . . frankly, I don’t even want to imagine how powerful they once were and how much more powerful they could be if they exist.”

“Yeah,” Kyo said. He then grinned as he turned to Ryan. “So, how do you like being a werewolf so far?”

“Me?” Ryan answered as a million thoughts entered his head. “I-I don’t know. I mean, yes, I love werewolves and I even imagined being one sometimes, but I don’t know. Is there a way for me to change back? How will my friends and family react when they see me like this? Will I be kicked out of my home? How will I adjust to living like that? . . . Maybe being a werewolf isn’t cut out like I thought it’d be. Sure, I won’t mind being one for a few days, but I would like to change back as soon as I can. OK?”

Kyo ears flattened, but he happily said, “Sure we’ll help you. Right Larissa?”

“Yes,” Larissa responded, though with a hint of sadness in her voice. “With this, I can advance my knowledge on transforming. While I can’t promise you that I can be able to undo that magic, even with what I can find out on that magic, I can send you to someone who can.”

“Thanks,” Ryan said, sensing their sadness. “But when this . . . curse is removed, maybe you can show me more of this magic you have. Maybe even changing me into a dragon.”

Kyo and Larissa both perked up and grinned wildly. “Oh boy, you don’t know what you just signed up for,” Kyo remarked.

“Maybe,” Ryan said, sitting down. “I think that’s enough about me. Can you explain about what you really are and why I couldn’t see you?”

Kyo and Larissa looked at each other and both said, “Will do.”

“Tha-”

BOOM!

All three looked up at the cloudy sky as another lighting flashed.

“But I don’t think this is the right time to explain it,” Kyo remarked.

“Yeah,” Ryan said, getting up.

All three ran to their separate tents, with Ryan grabbing his notebook and flashlight and tucking then under his shirt, as the rain started to pour down. Ryan felt the raindrops hitting his fur as he zipped open his own tent, leapt into it, and zipped it close. He shook off the rain as he growled, feeling that he has been cheated out of his answers to his questions by bad luck. He then lied on his sleeping bag, already feeling too warm to sleep in it, as he pulled out his notebook and flashlight. He turned on the light as he opened it to the page where he drew a werewolf earlier that night.

His eyes then gazed at his signature of his nickname for himself right below the werewolf drawing. He smiled as he remembered how Kyo, when he first heard of it, called it the ‘world's silliest nickname’ and that, if any child were given that name by their parents, he would declared them to be relatives of the father of Major Major Major Major.

His nickname was "V8".

The End

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Writer's Guild / Foxgamer01: Griffin TF
« on: April 09, 2012, 08:30:44 PM »
Well, here's the second most recent story I've written and posted on both DA and FA. Tell me of your opinion and what can I do to improve.

Edited by Dracondo

(So you can understand what the heck is going on)
Ho-Oh TF: http://foxgamer01.deviantart.com/art/Ho-Oh-TF-157748151
Lugia TF: http://foxgamer01.deviantart.com/art/Lugia-TF-162138493
Fox and Wolf TFs: http://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/index.php?topic=1299.0
Dragon TF: (Can't post link.)
Werewolf TF: (Can't post link.)
Husky TF: http://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/index.php?topic=1300.0
Griffin TF: Here
Califox TF or HILTSWAHAE: http://foxgamer01.deviantart.com/art/Califox-TF-or-HILTSWAHAE-305615081
The Room: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5238743/
The Flight: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5334806/






To Elisabeth Sladen, best known for her role as Sarah Jane Smith in Doctor Who and The Sarah Jane Adventures. February 1, 1946 to April 19, 2011.



The griffin swam out of the water, his yellow beak panting like mad. What seemed like hours of swimming in the water passed before his talons touched the ground. He smiled broadly as he crawled onto the soft ground and away from the lake. He laid on his stomach and let the sun dry up his body, made easier thanks to his blue fur and feather. He flipped onto his back when he felt it was all dried up now. He smiled relaxingly as his large blue wings expanded.

Even after swimming out of the water and his body's now relaxing, his yellow talon still held a necklace, the red gem on it glimmering in the light.

His red eyes opened when he heard a car driving towards him. He didn't bother to hide from them; he knew who they are. He heard the car engine stop, followed by the opening and shutting of doors and, within a minute, a pair of shadows were cast over him.

"That was good flying, Matthew," The male owner of a shadow said. "The way you've flipped several times before you flew higher yards from hitting the ground was amazing."

"Though I'll have to give myself a 9.0 for failing the landing part Hal," Matthew the griffin replied. "Maybe an 8.5."

"You do usually focus on flying rather than landing," the female owner of the shadow told him. "And you were awfully close to town at that one part. I'm afraid someone had seen you."

Matthew gave out a laugh. "If they did, they'll already convince themselves that I was just a large bird, Sarah. You know how people think. Still, I'll give myself an 8.0."

All three laughed as Matthew got up and shook the dirt off of his blue fur and feathers.

"Well, the day's getting late and we must get home soon before our parents get worry. Did you have my clothes?"

"Yes, they're in the car," Sarah answered, pointing at the direction of the car.

"Do you really have to take off all of your clothes when you're flying?" Hal asked, his hands behind the back of his brown curly hair.

"As I have said to you several times before, the clothes are uncomfortable when I'm flying and one time my shirt got ripped off from the sheer force of flying downwards," Matthew explained to Hal as he was walking to the car, letting the necklace dangle on his talon. "Besides, these fur and feathers do a better job of covering me up than my clothes ever had."

"Makes me wonder why he doesn't just stay in that form every day," Hal whispered to Sarah when Matthew was out of earshot.

After a few minutes passed by, Matthew returned wearing his clothes along with his necklace, but he's no longer a griffin and instead he's a human. Gone are the feathers and fur; gone are the talons and paws; gone are the beak and tail. Even his eyes are blue instead of red.

"Smooth change as usual?" Sarah asked, patting Matthew on the back where his wings were.

"Yes," Matthew responded, combing his dark brown curly hair with his hand.

Matthew eyes reflected at the blue sky, thinking of the first day he flew with his wings. It was amazing, Matthew thought, but the whole thing had been ruined when he landed too fast. By the end of the day, he left the hospital with a cast on his leg.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, looking at Matthew's face.

"Sorry," Matthew responded, shaking his head. "Just thinking of the day I first flew. It wasn't as easy as flying in a video game like I thought then."

"Ah, yes," Hal put in, smirking. "I wasn't there to see you fly, but I did see you on that hospital bed."

"I can always rely on you to put me together," Matthew remarked, patting Hal on the back. "After all, you are a doctor."

"Training to be a doctor," Hal corrected, looking at Matthew. "I just put on that cast with senior doctor supervision."

"Training or not, you're still a doctor to me," Matthew declared and all three laughed stupidly.

"And we can't forget what happened the day before that accident, can we?" Sarah said when they stopped laughing.

"No, my dear Sarah, we can't," Matthew said and all three looked at the lake water, remembering.

----A year and a half ago----

It was a cold winter day nearly to the point of snowing. The wind, though not blowing hard, still felt like knives when they hit the face of Matthew. It was crazy, he knew, to even walk on that day and though of being inside with the heaters on was better than this.

But Sarah insisted.

"Why are we going with you Sarah?" Hal asked for the third time, his hands deep in his brown coat.

"Because I needed your support on this mystery," Sarah explained again, the light above briefly shining on her black coat.

"Just because a store just appeared overnight-"

"Two stores, Hal," Sarah corrected.

"-that doesn't mean that the Mafia's come to take over our town."

"But a store just appearing where a closed down place was, let alone two stores, is downright suspicious. Especially since there was no warning. They just . . . came out of nowhere," Sarah pointed out.

"I don't see how it involves us," Hal argued as they turned a corner. "I mean, yeah, they came suddenly, but that's all they've done. It doesn't even conce-"

"We'll get ourselves into this if no one else would," Sarah insisted as she turned to stared at Hal in the eye. "After all, this strange thing has happened and I want to get to the bottom of this."

"And we'll help gather notes for you," Matthew remarked, laughing while throwing his ridiculously long scarf he's wearing behind him. "Always the one with the journalist mind, Sarah."

Sarah tried hard to hide her blushes. "I just wanted to investigate it, nothing more."

Matthew gave a rather hearty laugh, which Hal and Sarah soon follow, as few of the people around them looked at them.

When they stopped laughing, they finally reached the two mysterious stores. One was clearly a video game store and the other was plainly a plush and ring store. They were separated by the street between them with the stores seemingly staring at each other, like they were watching what the other would do.

"OK," Sarah said, turning to her two friends behind her, "which store shall we investigate first?"

"I say the video game store first," Matthew suggested. "It looks more interesting."

"Because it has video games in there," Hal muttered under his breath before Sarah stared at him.

"How about you?" Sarah asked.

"I say that plush and ring store, but why should we stay together?" Hal asked. "How about I go into that store," Hal gestured at the plush and ring store, "and you two go to the other one?"

"Sounds good to me," Sarah said, nodding.

"Are you suggesting that because you wanted to get something there and you don't want us to see what you got?" Matthew thoughtfully asked.

Hal, putting his hand behind his head, answered, "Yes, but not for me. It's for my friend."

"Oh!" Sarah spoke up, her eyes lightened. "Did you receive a reply yet?"

"No," Hal sadly answered, putting his hand down. "I feared that the chemotherapy has . . ."

Matthew patted Hal on the shoulder. "I'm sure your friend will beat that cancer."

Hal managed a smile. "Thank you."

"No problem," Matthew said. "Now go get your friend a gift."

Hal nodded and went to that plush and ring store as the other two went to the game store. The bell rang when they opened the door and their eyes scanned the insides of the building. At first it was nauseating until they realized that the inside of the store didn't match the outside as all. The ceiling was a little too high and the walls were at least several miles apart from each other. It was as if they literally walked into a dream.

"Hello!" a crisp British voiced said beside them.

When they turned to that direction, there was only a shelf filled with games for the Atari 2600.

"Hello?" Sarah said to that direction. "Who might you be?"

"I'm the owner of this little shop," he said, walking around that shelf and appearing to them.

"If this is a little shop, I hate to see a big one," Matthew commented.

The man laughed energetically as he rubbed his hand on his brown hair. "Good one. Now, you people, like most who come in here, want to know why my shop is so big, right?"

"Indeed," Sarah admitted.

"And can you take a guess?" he asked, putting his hands on his brown, with blue pinstripes, suit pockets.

"Well, if it weren't for the fact that this is real life, I would say that the inside is not in the same dimension as the outside," Matthew said.

"You are clever," the man said and laughed, scratching his sideburns. "By the way, my name's Mr. Decem Medicus. What's yours?"

"Oh, my name's Sarah," Sarah answered. "Sarah Shalott. And this is my friend, Matthew Pistoris."

"Hello Sarah. Hello Matthew," Mr. Medicus said, shaking their hands while his brown eyes gleamed a bit. "Now, do you want a game?"

"Well, actually," Sarah explained, "We were wondering how you came here since this place just appeared out of nowhere."

"Yes it did, didn't it?" Mr. Medicus remarked and chuckled a bit. "But you are correct. This place does appear out of nowhere and disappear the same way too. But I don't want to bore you by telling you all the details since you probably won't understand half of it. So how about a game? I know just the one for you!"

Before Sarah and Matthew could protest, Mr. Medicus ran away and disappeared into the endless shelves.

"What a strange person," Sarah commented, looking at Matthew.

"I rather like him," Matthew said, chuckling before they both laughed for a while.

"Boy, you two laugh loud," Mr. Medicus said behind them.

Matthew and Sarah jumped a bit and turned around, seeing Mr. Medicus fanning himself a bit with a game he was holding.

"Do you always appear out of nowhere?" Sarah demanded as Mr. Medicus walked towards them, giving out a foxy grin.

"It's a bit of a job requirement here," Mr. Medicus kindly retorted and laughed a bit. "I do believe I found the game you would like."

Mr. Medicus handed the game to Matthew and he and Sarah examined it.

It was a PS3 game and Matthew noted that the artist for the cover made it so colorful that it seemed to leap off, especially the griffin. The blue feathers and fur on him seemed to complement the yellow talons and paws extremely well. The most striking features of all were the red eyes, which seemed to be as sharp as knives.

Matthew tilted his head when he looked at the title, Huey the Griffin. He was sure he never heard of such a game and his first thought was that some small company made it privately. But he scratched that thought out when he realized that the publisher of this game is none other than Square Enix. So how could this big company publish this game without him knowing?

Matthew examined the back as Sarah said, "Um, we weren't here to get a game, though I'm sure that game is fine. We were here just to check out this lovely store."

"Yes, she is beautiful," Mr. Medicus stated, patting one of the shelves. "Now, are you sure you don't want it? You can have it 50% off. There are no such deals anywhere else."

"Yes, I'm sure-"

"How much will it cost?" Matthew asked, cutting in.

"Matthew?" Sarah said, startled.

"$30 plus tax," Mr. Medicus answered, grinning wildly.

"But-"

"I'm sure I can afford it," Matthew stated, pulling out a wallet from one of his many coat pockets.

"Wait-"

"OK. Meet me at the cashier," Mr. Medicus told them before he ran off.

"What are you doing?" Sarah demanded as they followed the trail that man took.

"I wanted to examined this game in greater detail," Matthew explained, passing by the Xbox section. "Trust me on this."

Before Sarah could respond, they heard Mr. Medicus said, "Hello."

They looked up and saw the only cashier register in the whole store. It looked old fashion, but it also looked like it was covered in gold. It was also conveniently near the exit, though Matthew thought that he hadn't seen it when they were entering the store.

"OK," Mr. Medicus said, tapping on the cashier, which made a clicking sound, "that'll be $31.86."

Matthew pulled out a couple of twenties and handed them to Mr. Medicus. He, with a few clicks of the cashier, inserted the money in there and pulled out the change which Matthew accepted. Matthew, with the game in hand, walked away with Sarah, who was still looking confused.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Mr. Medicus spoke up as they touched the door. He was holding an envelope. "This is the warning stuff about the game. You might want to-"

"Is it the standard warnings?" Matthew asked.

Mr. Medicus, looking thoughtful, answered, "It's standard here."

"Then I believe I know what they'll say."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now, good day."

They exited the store while Mr. Medicus waves at them. After the door has shut, he brushed his hair with his hand, making them even wilder.

"What was that all about?" Sarah asked when they were a few feet away from the store.

"Look at the back," Matthew responded while handing her the game he brought.

She looked at the back and said, "It's just standard stuff about the game."

"Look at the copyright."

"The copyright? What's wrong with it? It said that it was made in 20 . . . 12?"

"You see," Matthew asked while putting his hands in his pockets.

"But it's the year 2010," Sarah pointed out, flipping the game over and over several times. "So how could it be released-"

"-two years before it release date?" Matthew completed, taking the game back. "That's what we intend to find out."

"Man, that guy is as crazy as a fox!"

Both Matthew and Sarah turned and saw Hal walking towards them, holding a package under his arm.

"Um, Hal? What's in that package?" Sarah asked when they came together.

"My gift to my friend," Hal answered, handing it to Sarah. "The man inside has got to be insane. I mean, he was talking about aliens and a war and that his products can change his buyers because he got one of the artifacts from that war. After he made that crazy speech, he finally ran off to get my gift, though I never asked him to put it in that package. It's as if he knew my friend lived far from here. After I paid him, I left, ignoring his crazy talk."

"The way you described him does sounds like he's crazy," Matthew commented, looking at the package.

"Well, I can be sure that I'll not return to that store again. It's too nutty for me, especially that store owner, Mr. Medicus."

The cold streets has suddenly became colder, both Matthew and Sarah looking at Hal.

"What's wrong?" Hal asked, looking at their stunned faces.

"The store owner that we met in that store," Sarah answered, pointing at the video game store, "is also known as Mr. Medicus."

Hal took a step back. "No way. . . ."

"Two stores," Matthew mused, "both came here overnight and both are owned by Mr. Medicus. But how could we have-"

"-met him, even though I split up from you two and went to the other store?" Hal completed, completely flabbergasted.

"I don't know," Sarah admitted, "but I'm liking this less and less."

"Let's go to my home so we can think this through there," Matthew said.

"OK," both Sarah and Hal replied and they both left the place.

As soon that they were out of sight, the Mr. Medicus from the video game store walked out, wearing a light brown overcoat over his suit. The Mr. Medicus from the ring and plush store also walked out. They both saw each other, nodded, and entered their respective stores.

-----

The trio entered Matthew's house, all looking thoughtful. They looked at each other then at those store's products they got. They were silent for a little bit.

At last Matthew said, "Well, I best go and check out this game and examine it more closely. Maybe see if it'll work on my PS3."

"Are you sure?" Sarah asked, looking at Matthew. "What if it, I don't know, ruins your system permanently?"

"I'm prepared to take that risk," Matthew assured her, patting her shoulder. "I do appreciate your concern though."

"OK," Sarah said, nodding. "I'll go on your computer and check out on this Mr. Medicus person and see who he is."

"OK," Matthew said, smiling. Then he turned to Hal. "How about you? Will you be checking out that plush in that box?"

"Oh. Um, sure," Hal replied halfheartedly.

"Good," Matthew said, nodding. "Well, I best be off to check out that game."

On that note, Matthew walked to his room while Sarah went towards the computer room and Hal stayed remaining where he was, sighing.

Once Matthew was in his room, he removed his coat and his scarf and threw them on his bed. He looked at the colorful cover of the game for a few seconds before he removed the plastic covering. Then he opened it, with the disc and the manual of the game inside. Matthew inserted the game inside his PS3 and, after moving through a menu with controller in hand, started the game.

The game went through a couple of the usual screens before-

Flash!

Matthew blinked a few times before his eyes recovered from the bright flash from his TV. It was then that he saw some words and numbers on the TV.

It said: Error Code 131793.

"131793?" Matthew uttered. "There's no such err-"

Crack!

Matthew dropped the controller and it hit the floor with a tap as he looked at his hands, the feeling gone from them. They became thicker, especially on the palms, when the color changed to yellow. His mouth was open wide as he stood up, looking at his still changing hands, his eyes were filled with horror. The nails on his hands felt like needles being forced out of his body when they fell off. In their place were white claws, looking very sharp.

Matthew, looking confused and aghast, gritted his teeth as his arms went numb, no longer feeling the light colored sleeve on his arms. He then felt something on his arms as the feeling returned and, looking at his hands, saw something black. He pulled back his sleeve and his mouth hung wide. The black part on his wrists were actually feathers growing there. There were more feathers appearing too on his arm, though they were blue in color instead of black. The feathers quickly became unbearable, with some even poking through his shirt, so he pulled the shirt off.

His chest and back then numbed and that was when he screamed loudly. His eyes tightly shut as he fell down to the floor, not even feeling the impact. When his senses returned, he felt itching on his back and he imagined that there were feathers emerging there, probably blue in color too. He also felt itching on his chest area, but he thought there was something different. It felt more . . . furry? Placing his new talon on his chest, he felt fur there. His eyes then opened and looked at his chest and saw that the fur there was white.

"What the Hell is happening!"

Matthew then heard footsteps and, without thinking, he got up and stumbled to the door and managed to locked it. The door rattled as he placed his back on the door, sliding down.

"Matthew!" Sarah said through the door, knocking at it. "What's going on in there? We heard you screaming!"

Matthew tried to reply, but he couldn't. His talons instantly grabbed his neck and felt under the skin that something was moving in there. His face froze as his head went numb; he couldn't even grit his teeth. His body fell to the side as he felt his mouth and nose dry up and harden painfully. He felt more feathers forming on his head except for his nose and mouth, which seemed to fuse and lengthen. It curved downwards as he held his eyes shut until his beak was formed. His eyes opened and they now shined red.

"Matthew, are you alright?" Hal demanded, knocking hard on the door. "Open the door!"

 Matthew crawled away from the door, but his legs gave away into numbness. He cried out now that his voice was back as he fell to his back. He felt something growing underneath his pants and realized it was fur. As if in response to his thoughts, some parts of his pants ripped and yellow fur popped out of the holes. He could do nothing but stare in shock at his changing body.

"Matthew?" Sarah said through the door.

Matthew lost the feeling in his feet and, reacting quickly, he took off his shoes. After all, he was sure that his feet will-

Crack!

Matthew gritted his teeth tightly, letting out a groan, as his feet were seemingly stretched out. His feet quickly tore through his socks, leaving his feet bare. They're soon covered in yellow fur, with his toe nails falling off and replaced by claws as the soles of his feet were thickened into pads for his now digitigrade feet.

"S-S-Sarah," Matthew stuttered. "Help me."

"Matthew," he heard Sarah said.

"Don't worry!" Hal said. Matthew heard Hal's feet thumping towards the door. "I found a screwdriver for that type of door lock!"

The doorknob rattled as Matthew tried to get up, but slid down, feeling too weak. The door opened.

"Matthew, what is-" Sarah said, but cut herself short when she saw the state Matthew was in. "Matthew!"

"What's wr- Oh dear Lord!" Hal stated, shocked and scared. "What the Hell happened to you?!"

"I-I don't know," Matthew responded weakly. "I was starting that game when-"

Crick!

Matthew screamed as he place his talons on his back. He flipped to his chest as something was growing in the seat of his pants. He was about to remove the pants when they ripped and a tail popped out of that hole. It grew longer and larger as it was covered in blue fur, ending with a yellow tip, until it reached his ankles.

Hal dropped down to Matthew side. "Just try to relax. Everything is going to be alright."

Sarah eyes gazed at Matthew, then at the game cover. The griffin on the cover looks exactly like what Matthew is turning into, Sarah realized. All except for one thing.

"Get back Hal!" Sarah said, grabbing him and dragging him away.

"What? But-"

Hal resisted, but Sarah managed to get Hal out of the before-

Crack!

Matthew screamed loudly for it felt that his shoulder blades had split from the rest of his body. Slowly, but surely, two appendages formed on his upper back and grew longer and larger. Foot by foot they grew until they were each six feet long, with one at where Hal would've been. They flattened as feathers sprouted on them until they were completely covered in feathers, with large one at the end.

The wings collapsed on the ground as Matthew was losing consciousness. The last thing he felt was a cool hand on his head.

"Matthew," Sarah softly said while touching the large feathers on his head. "What happened that caused this?"

"Sarah," Hal said as he removed the coat and scarf from the bed. "Can you help me put him on his bed?"

Sarah nodded and they picked Matthew up and put him on his bed.

". . . Is it just me," Hal asked as he look at the sleeping griffin, "or does Matthew look like that griffin from that game now?"

"I think he changed into that griffin," Sarah admitted, picking up the game box. That was when she saw the TV screen. "Error code 131793? What does that mean?"

"I don't think there's such an error code as 131793," Hal replied as he turn off the PS3. He then stared at Matthew. "How could this happen?"

Sarah was looking thoughtful for a while. "It's a long shot," she finally said, "but I think that store where we got that game has all the answers."

"You think so?" Hal asked.

"Yes. Go get your coat. We're going to that store."

-----

Sarah and Hal hurried on the sidewalk, ignoring the bitter cold on their faces. They passed by a few people, who looked at them in a confused way before continuing on. Eventually they reached the place where the video game store was, but it's now gone. In its place was-

"The ring and plush store?" Sarah said, baffled.

"Yeah. Wasn't that store over th-" Hal said, but cut himself short. "Sarah! Look!"

"What is-" Sarah said, but stopped.

The ring and plush store was gone and in its place was the video game store.

"How did they switch places?" Hal asked as he looked at the two stores.

"I don't know," Sarah admitted.

"Oi! Sarah," a crisp British voice said behind them. "Didn't I tell you that my store can appear and disappear out of nowhere?"

Sarah and Hal spun around quickly and they saw Mr. Medicus there.

"Oh," Sarah said. "It's you, Mr. Medicus."

"What?" Hal said, confused. "You're not Mr. Medicus."

"Yes, I am," Mr. Medicus responded, putting his hands in his pockets.

"No, no, no," Hal insisted. "I met Mr. Medicus and he looks nothing like you."

"Yeah, he looks nothing like me," a similar British voice said behind Sarah and Hal as Mr. Medicus grinned.

They turned around and saw a young man in a professor suit.

"You're Mr. Medicus," Hal stated as Sarah looked puzzled.

"Actually," the overcoat Mr. Medicus explained, "we're both Mr. Medicus. I'm Decem Medicus."

"And I'm Undecim Medicus," the professor Mr. Medicus said. "By the way, how's your other friend doing? Did he take the change well?"

"Well, he's in-" Sarah started to say, but stopped herself. "You knew that he changed into that griffin!?"

"Yes," Undecim Medicus responded. "The other Medicus told me."

"And I knew that he changed because the technology we got tracks the products wherever they go and senses if they've activated," Decem Medicus explained. "Normally, I would have gone to wherever he'd changed at and explain everything to him-"

"-but we understood that you two would come back, so we waited, even switching places as a little joke," Undecim Medicus finished and laughed. "You two should've seen yourselves. It was hilarious."

"Yeah, well," Sarah asked, getting back to the point, "why couldn't you say something like that would happened?"

Decem Medicus stared to speak, but Undecim Medicus cut in. "You let your customers buy your products without warning them again?"

"Oi!" Decem Medicus said, pulling out the letter with the warnings and handing them to Hal. "I did try to give them warnings through this, but he rejected it."

Undecim Medicus rolled his eyes. "Great, so you try to give them a note that tries to explain everything while hoping that they'll actually take it and read it. But you keep forgetting that people are too arrogant to read 'little' warnings like these. Hell, even I, your former student, was too sure of what it'll say, a bunch of useless warnings, before she changed before my eyes."

"As I said that day," Decem Medicus said as Hal read the warnings, "there's a reason why we have warnings."

"Then just say them instead of expecting that they'll actually read them," Undecim Medicus declared, but became a bit thoughtful. "Then again, telling them in front of their faces rarely works on my side."

"What does it say?" Sarah asked Hal when he folded the note.

"It basically said what you told me," Hal answered, looking at Undecim Medicus. "That these products can transform you into the creature on the cover because they're covered in Athrú magic, leaked from the Athrú technology in the store."

"Right," Undecim Medicus said, nodding. "You see, the Athrú are a species from the planet Glas. They are the masters in transforming to the point that even a common item of theirs can still change you."

"But then a war happened," Decem Medicus continued. "The Last Great Transformation War, which was between the Athrú and the Nex Mutatio. The war was so violent that, even more than a 100,000 years, the universe still holds the scars from the war. Well, it wasn't that long in universe years; at least a second. Well, barely a second. Well, barely half a second."

"In the end, both sides were virtually wiped out," Undecim Medicus concluded. "But both of their technologies survived and work even to this day. Our stores run on one of them, which I believe you noticed the effects already."

"The products that can transform us," Sarah mused, "the bigger on the inside, and how the stores change places."

"Yes," Decem Medicus said, combing his hair with his hand. "They happened because the Athrú technology we got can allow it. Oh, and it can also travel through time."

Hal and Sarah glanced at each other.

"The Mr. Medicus I met also mentioned that," Hal admitted, looking at the ring and plush store. "But even after all this has happened, I still find that the hardest to swallow."

"Of course it can travel through time!" Undecim Medicus declared as he straightened his bowtie. "How else can there be two Mr. Medicus here?"

"That's right." Decem Medicus stated, nodding. "One store and one Mr. Medicus. Never two for one store. The only time there can be two Mr. Medicus if there are two stores here."

"Of course, a Mr. Medicus can train a successor," Undecim Medicus pointed out, "but they can't hold the title of Medicus until their teacher retired. That was the system made by the first Mr. Medicus."

Decem and Undecim Medicus both stared at each other and nodded as Sarah and Hal looked at them.

"Um, is there a way to reverse the changes done to Matthew?" Sarah asked.

Decem Medicus opened his mouth to speak, but Undecim Medicus was quicker. "No, there isn't a way to reverse the changes. But there is a way to change him back into a human as long as he's wearing it."

Decem Medicus tilted his head to the side as Undecim Medicus pulled out a necklace. The red ruby on it glimmered in the dim light while he handed it to Sarah.

"That's an An Dune," Undecim Medicus explained as Sarah examined it. "As long as your friend wears it, he'll change back into a human again. Before you ask Hal, I've place one in that package for your friend along with a note that'll try to explain everything, though-"

"Hold on," Decem Medicus interrupted. "Where did you get that necklace? I don't think anyone in the Medicus line sold that type of necklace. I mean, Quintus Medicus sold necklaces, but nothing like that."

"I got one from a couple of Athrú!" Undecim Medicus declared proudly, throwing his arms in the air. "And to think that they were all dead! With the help of the Athrú technology we got, I can create more! Then again, one of the Athrú insisted."

Undecim Medicus grinned proudly, looking at Decem Medicus, but if he was expecting a proud look from his former teacher, he didn't get one.

"Did you?" Decem Medicus simply asked. "Are their names Daren and Zelda?"

Like a flash, Undecim Medicus grinned changed into complete shock. "How did you know their names?!"

"I've met them before. Several times in fact," Decem Medicus admitted. "Not only that, but every Medicus behind us had met them at least once."

"You knew that the Athrú were still living and you never told me?" Undecim Medicus demanded, walking towards to Decem Medicus.

"I didn't want to spoil the surprise," Decem Medicus explained. "But would it make you feel better that you're the first Medicus they met?"

"I am?" Undecim Medicus asked, stopping.

"Yes," Decem Medicus replied, grinning. "After all, I talked to them several times and they often mentioned you. They were surprised that there are more Medicus than just you."

"Anyways," Sarah interrupted and the two Mr. Medicus looked at her and Hal. "If there isn't anything that we should know now, we'll be going now. OK?"

The two Mr. Medicus looked at each other and said, "OK."

"Thank you," Sarah said to them and she walked away, with Hal following behind her.

The two Mr. Medicus waited until Sarah and Hal were out of sight.

"Well," Decem Medicus finally said, "I best be off now. I'll make sure your younger self knows nothing about this meeting."

"OK," Umdecim Medicus said, nodding.

Decem Medicus nodded too and started to walk away.

"Mr. Medicus?" Undecim Medicus asked before Decem Medicus enter his store. "Am I doing a good job with the shop?"

Decem Medicus looked at Undecim Medicus and smiled. "Yes, you are Mr. Medicus."

Undecim Medicus nodded and they both entered their respected stores. A grinding metal sound echo through the street as the stores disappeared, leaving in their place empty buildings filled with thick dust.

-----

Sarah and Hal entered Matthew house, with Hal closing the door behind him. Hal briefly looked at the still unopened package before he followed Sarah to Matthew room. She was about to open the door when she stopped and pressed her ears against it.

"What's wrong?" Hal asked.

"I'm hearing something," Sarah explained.

Sarah opened the door and they looked inside. Their expression changed from confusion to near laughter.

Matthew was sitting on his bed, his wings folded back while he was playing the game Huey the Griffin.

"What?" Matthew asked when his red eye gazed at them.

Sarah and Hal instead burst into laughter.

----Present day----

The trio looked at the lake, thinking quietly, until Hal broke the silence. "Well, shouldn't we go home?"

"Yeah," Sarah responded and all three stretched a bit before they went to that car. "I guess we were all thinking of that day, weren't we?"

"Yeah," Matthew answered. "You two were laughing a lot when you got back. In fact, I had to pause that game to get up and snap you out of it."

"Sorry," Hal said, rubbing his hair with his head.

"It's OK," Matthew replied as he opened the back door to the car. "It was silly, wasn't it? A griffin playing a video game about a griffin. That alone would make a silly image."

"But then you happened to change into the griffin in the game," Sarah remarked while she took the shotgun seat. "Now it looks like you were playing yourself."

"That'll make it gold," Hal declared, taking the driver seat.

"At least I stopped you two from laughing to death," Matthew said, putting on the seatbelt, "and got you to explain everything."

"Yeah," Sarah said, lying back on her seat. "After that, we gave you that necklace."

Matthew nodded. "But by that time, I really wanted to fly. That game makes it really amazing."

"And you did, which taught you that you need to learn how to land property," Hal remarked, igniting the engine. "Still, that was a good day."

"Yeah. Having a broken leg after your first time flying is a good day," Matthew sarcastically said.

"But at least my friend finally woke up, beating that cancer," Hal said, smiling.

"Oh," Sarah said. "How's your friend anyways?"

"Alright," Hal replied, putting the car in gear. "Still cancer free. In fact, my friend finally wrote down the dream experience even though it's short."

"What's it called?" Matthew asked.

"The Room," Hal answered as he drove the car back to town.

The End

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Art Gallery / Re: Drawing Requests! (Open)
« on: March 29, 2012, 01:14:56 AM »
My character turning into a macro foxtaur. =3

Refs:
Here's one for his looks and color patterns: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6281733
Here's one for his paws (big and digitigrade :-p), and, if possible, his 'coolness' XD: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5152794/
Here's one you did for my character: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6102083/


And, this time, can you make his hair color the same as his fur color? ^.|.^;

=3

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Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 186
« on: March 09, 2012, 09:05:21 PM »
Good luck being a feral fox. =3

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Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 175
« on: December 23, 2011, 09:28:01 PM »
Oh dear. I hope he'll be alright.

By the way, does anyone wants to bet that that fire attack will destroy that spell circle(or whatever it's called. Sorry) in the progress?

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