Fenrir was in shock as he watched the woman go down, there was a look of shock and disbelief on his face as he rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe it! She was just a person, another person, she didn't seem all that bad by appearance but he could have been wrong. It seemed she was... Confused? There was a moment when he wanted to help her but he had to veer back for a moment to get out of his Lycan form. It was hurting him, maybe he was draining himself.  Too much or else he was trying to show off a bit too much. He cracked his knuckles and looked up at the sky. It was over, or at least the first conflict was meaning he might get those 'dates', he had hoped it would be tasty but there was nothing she had told him special about date but if it was like that kiss he was more than ready!

Speaking of the date, he had looked up what a 'date' was. It was like a plum or something... Or maybe it was like a juicy fat plum. Who knew what it was! He couldn't wait to find out later on. He rubbed his stomach in anticipation before the twins would arrive. He greeted them both with a raised hand but before he could do so much as speak he felt himself grow weak.

He didn't know what to say about the strong opponent they were speaking on. He wasn't sure if he could fight him right now at this point in his life. He didn't even know if he could master the legend. He took a step forward and fell to his knees as he held his chest, the transformation had taken a toll on his body, he was in it longer than he thought. As he rested on his knees he took a heavy breath and looked up at his master... "Master.. I don't know if I can keep running my legs feel heavy for some reason... I can't... I can't... I can't see." he looked down at his hands, his head was swimming his body was sore and he could barely breath. There was something in the air he couldn't do it.... This was scary. He tried to hold his chest and looked around the battle field, something was getting to him. He could feel himself slipping, but there was something much more serious at play. He could feel his back tingling and his arms throbbing.

His back was tingling madly, it was a bit of a shock, but he couldn't tell why. His head hurt a bit but he couldn't tell why, why him? Why now? There was a flash in his mind. He saw someone in his mind's eye. There was someone or something stuck on his mind. There was something at work, someone holding him down. His breath was heavy, he needed to get things together. If only he understood his current circumstance. He looked back at the twins and extended a hand to mare and Aura, "T-tell me more about..." he hunched over and held his stomach, regardless of what people were telling him.

Fenrir rubbed his eyes and tried his best to get things together. There was nothing wrong with him, or well there was nothing going on with him. Maybe he was going insane, all of the blood on his lips, it was all too much. There must have been more going on with him, who knew? He didn't it was all a blur in his mind at this point. No one was going help him, he was all alone. Someone, anyone, help him. There was a splitting headache and an even more deafening ringing in his ears.

Things were going fuzzy, why now? Who was doing this to him? It couldn't have been the mage, it must have been his own mind playing tricks on him... This was awful, he needed some help. Any help. The twins could help him? Would they help him? There was so much pressure in his chest now... Anyone... Please..


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Sage was glad that the vampire was defeated, the binding spell vanished, Sage sighed as a sign of relief. He wanted to thank Sebastian, but being in a large group and knowing no one there, Sage was quite shy. Then the demon lord came to him and asked him if he could check the defenders inside the embassies and tell them that things are settled. "Sure," Sage replied, he couldn't be more silent to the group, he felt something was off between him and the group, maybe it was because he was too young compared to them? Sage shook it off his mind and faced the embassy walking slowly towards it.

Then something stopped Sage, the man who was a lycan before turned into a human. Sage noticed the transformation and as a bookworm, he thanked the universe that he could see a real lycan and its transformation. Sage focused on his task but then something caught him, it was the lycan man, he did not know why but there was something, something that caught his attention. He observed the man properly, sored skin, heavy breathing, and other bad symptoms. Then it happened, Sage could tell that the man was in severe pain and looking around, he knew that only he could help him. 

Sage rushed towards the lycan man, he expected him to cooperate with him as best as possible, "Lay down," Sage told the man, he wanted to do this quick. Sage waved his hand and silky grass grew beneath the man's body making a comfortable place for him to be in. If the man resisted Sage, Sage would simply push him down the ground easily as the man was weak. The grass grew along with some ginger plant on the side near Sage, he then faced one of a random soldier from the rune knights, "Get me some clean water, NOW." Sage said with intimidation in his eyes, when he is serious, he will be serious.

As he waited for the man to take clean water for him, Sage unrooted the ginger plant and he ripped the ginger which is the root part from the rest of the plant, throwing the rest of the plant at the side with gentleness, he still cares about plants, they are like brothers and sisters to him. The soldier came to Sage hurriedly and gave him a glass of drinkable water. Sage took it without saying thanks as he don't want to lose any more time.

Sage placed his left hand at the bottom of the man's head and lifted his head. Sage then placed the glass in the man's mouth. "Drink." his cold words commanded the man. Sage lifted the glass, letting water to flow into the man's throat, Sage was careful not to let any of the blood on the man's lips to enter his mouth. The glass was then at least half empty as Sage will force half of the water inside the glass down the man's throat.

Sage then used his magic in reverse, half of the ginger was turned into powder and Sage mixed the powder with another half of the water inside the glass. "Now this won't taste good but it will help with your head pain." Sage know that it won't fully help with his head pain, but he knew that gingers are very effective on neurological problems. Sage did the same thing again, but now with the water mixed with gingers, he drove the water-mixed-with-ginger inside the glass down the man's throat, forcing him to drink but did it gently this time.

Whether he needed to do it a lot of time or not, Sage will make sure that the man finished the drink. When the man did finish it, Sage will place the glass next to the man gently and rose up gently. He had settled on an issue and now to the next. Sage left the group but he kept the soft grass sustained, maybe he did care about the man deep inside, but he has no time to care about people he barely knew, he regretted doing it the last time he helped a random people, his heart left broken to pieces. 

Sage marched towards the embassy, with someone in his mind, someone dear to him who Sage lost. A tear crippled down his cheek, he said to himself, 'Be strong, be majestic, and fall in love no more.'. Sage opened the door of the embassy, he already wiped his tear using his hand so that nobody could see that he cried. Sage walked to the defenders of the embassy who was inside it that things were reaching its end, but with a tone of no emotion and a voice so soft that Sage might need to get closer to them first. "The war is reaching its end.". That was all he said to all of the defenders inside the embassy, he said it to all of them, one by one, floor by floor. When Sage reached the rooftop, he said the same thing to the defenders there. 

He then went into an edge of the rooftop where no one could see him. He grabbed his hand on the edge and fell into his knees. He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop thinking of that special someone, he remembered the sweet times they had together and the time when that someone confessed to him. His eyes were then filled with tears, happy memories made him cry, he felt pathetic and dumb. His tears flowing down his cheek and onto his chin, then dropping onto the floor of the rooftop. He didn't make a sound tho, he doesn't want anyone to know that he, Sage, cried at the rooftop, alone. Then it hit him, he was alone, will he be alone forever? Maybe, he doesn't know how to even meet with people. 

WC: 1000+530 (1530)/3000
Mana: 790/960

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Soon his eyes shot open, dead and hollow. There was nothing in his eyes, not a spark nor a shine. He couldn’t feel anything, he heard nothing. He stood up with a scowl on his face, the pain was gone he couldn’t feel any thing, not a touch nor a feel. He couldn’t even hear anyone call his name. His head didn’t hurt, his chest was un tight now, he didn’t know what was happening but he felt alive. His eyes were golden, gold and uncaring of his surroundings. Could this have been his Lycan form taking over? No such thing happened when he transformed. His eyes remained golden and focused ahead of him.

When the boy came to help him he shoved him aside with little to no concern for where he landed. Fenrir’s mind was fixated on what was far beyond. He walked on and on with no purpose in mind. What was he feeling? He couldn’t tell, there was nothing more than emptiness in his eyes. He was angry, that was there, but that was it. Nothing here, nothing there, this war was pointless. How could anyone do this, how could anyone keep fighting. He needed to go, he needed to go anywhere but here. His skin was riddled with goose bumps, his eyes were pulsating and his lips were drying. There was nothing in his mind anymore he felt like a monster, he felt primal. Who did he eat? What did he eat? He had slain a man, one Heart, he bit him and tore the flesh from bone. Delicious flesh. His stomach was growling, it wasn’t agreeing with him, he didn’t like it, it hurt. Why hurt? No more hurt. Please, someone stop it.

His body didn’t show the pain in his eyes, nor did it show the physical pain he was in. Now he could only walk as he blankly stared at the battle field. He walked on and on, nothing was there, no one was here. No one was around him, everything was irrelevant he felt hungry. Angry, wild. He wanted blood, more blood, but his stomach was full, he couldn’t have it, none for him, it was bad, filthy disgusting blood on his lips, he needed to wash it away, no no no, he wanted more. Have more? Starve himself? Eat again? H needed to feed, there were more he could feed on. He looked behind him at the boy, sage. His right eye narrowed, the left remained open. There was a vicious glare in his eyes. He could get this one, he could feed on him, the Heart almost did so no? It was nature to eat a smaller animal…

Fenrir held his head and forced himself to stare forward again as he began walking again. No, he couldn’t, they were a person, a human being, no food, but they were no different from animals… THey were animals, succulent juicy flesh that his teeth could tear with no opposition. He could go for the throat. Yes, the throat, he could end their pain quickly before he killed them, that way they’re nothing but meat, spoiled flesh, no, no, not spoiled, plump flesh instead. Pure meat was good, he could eat with a clear mind then. He could kill and eat anything he choose, that small boy was nothing more than flesh after all. NO, he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that! That was monstrous! He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He needed to keep moving, leave this place save himself before he made another mistake. He made many mistakes. Murder would not be one, not yet! Sage was lucky, he was human, he was a boy he could not feed on him… Not ever again would he feed on man, it was disgusting, but the flesh.. It was so sweet, he could feel it on his tongue again, so soft, so moist, so gentle on the taste buds he craved more. Fingers had found his mouth as he raked down his jaw, lips being pulled down, the saliva was flowing freely as he imagined the murder again. His eyes rolled up as he imagined killing again. Such a delicious sample, he could just have one taste.


He was on his own at this point he had wandered so far. His hand made a claw, fingers crooked and shaking as he tried his best to keep his composure, he saw a heart and defender fighting one another the blood shed frightened and excited the Lycan inside of Fenrir. Fenrir began to work his jaw stopping just a inch from his mouth as he watched the conflict.

The anticipation to join was getting to him, he wanted more blood, he needed to taste the sweet again! “Give me my sweet.” his claw reached forward as he readied to attack again, but no, it wouldn’t work his other hand took ahold of the shaking one as he pulled himslef back. He needed to ho, he needed to hide. Anywhere but here he told himself, anywhere but here. Soon he’d stop again and stare, there were a pair of people. Not fighters, civilians caught in the cross fire. They were scared, so scared, a woman and child hunkered down together in the midst of the chaos. The little boy, he was dressed like the typical child shorts, a t shirt and sandles. His mother fed him well it seemed, he looked like a fine snack. The woman was gussied up in a sun dress. They were both adequate prey. With great hesistance Fenrir’s instincts guided him to the two as he would only stare at them with hungry, but deadpan eyes as his mouth continued to work slowly down and up, down and up. “You need to go… With me..” he told them just before slapping himself, “No, you must go leave, run to courtyard, safety there with others.” he smiled down at them manically before continuing on. The woman and child looked at eachother and proceeded to do as told as the crazed servant walked on.

This was a panic, his heart began to race now the lifeless ness remained, but soon there would be tinges of shines and glimmers here and there as life returned to them. He looked to the sky ignoring all of the clatter, he had no idea where he was. He only saw people running past him yelling and hollering. He needed to keep moving, keep swimming, get help he needed help lots of help who could help him? Anybody?
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Sage wiped away his tears, he was feeling sad and in the same time angry. He looked at his hands and he saw what he could do, he is someone that is gifted with a magic no one could ever have, he has his own destiny, but only he can write it, no one else. His anger and sadness turned into a motivation for him to write his own legacy. From the rooftop, he could see a group of rune knight soldiers being cornered by some grimoire heart soldiers, they are not far away from him so he could easily blast away the grimoire heart soldiers.

The rune knight soldiers were outnumbered, 3 to 4, and from the look of it, if they weren't outnumbered, the rune knights would easily win the fight. Sage hardened one of his palms and concentrated his mana on it, a light orb appeared in his hardened palm and then Sage lifted the orb and threw it with a swing of his arm and a little bit force from his leg stepping forward. Sage directed the light orb to one of the grimoire heart soldiers on the head and it hits, the grimoire heart soldier was then defeated.

So now the rune knight soldiers haven't outnumbered in the corner anymore, now it is 3 to 3, and as Sage expected and predicted, the rune knight soldiers won the battle easily. Due to his accomplishment, Sage felt majestic. He standing on a higher ground and analyzing everything in his view. Sage felt like he might be a queen and play a game of chess is he has his own army. Even tho he might be underestimated with his strength and skills, he believes that his plan and technique is his best trait and it will help him with many situations.

A giant, which is one of the rune knights then said that the grimoire heart's ranks were thinning. Sage had a look at the horizon and sure what the giant said is true, the grimoire heart's ranks were thinning. Sage could hear this only because the giant's voice was quite loud. Then Sage saw the demon lord and her elves. She was saying something to them and by the looks of it, he could see that the demon lord has something up her sleeve. She was planning something, something that not many could know. But it wasn't his job to care what the demon lord plans. He has to think about his first.

Then he saw the lycan man, he could feel something was up with him, no one could hide if they are in pain for so long. But because of what he did before, Sage could care less about him. He remembered someone wise saying that people who don't want to be help can't be helped. Sage observed the lycan man for a few times and then he turned his view away as he realized that he shouldn't give a damn about him anymore. Sage looked at the man wearing a white cape and yellow suit, his head bald and shining. There was nothing interesting about him so Sage look at other parts of the battle.

In the front row of the battle, the rune knights soldiers was winning easily thanks to the help of the group that Sage was with before. Then Sage noticed it, he noticed that the lycan man, some of his body parts was covered in blood, and the battlefield, the dead body of the grimoire heart's soldiers were stained in blood too. This must only mean one thing, the lycan man killed and probably ate too much. Sage was feeling stupid to not realize this at first but now that he knew about this.

'NO.' his inner self-told himself, he then remembered the face of the man who said something to him that might fit in this situation, his hair black, that was what he saw a man with black hair, the one Sage missed a lot until that very moment, he remembered that man saying, "Don't ever give so much of yourselves to someone that you'd end up losing all your pieces or end up hurt." Sage then remembered why that man said this to him, it was because he, Sage, got bullied after he saved that person from being beaten by a teacher. Sage remembered those days, and it was sweet and a little bit bitter.

Sad things or old memories usually made Sage cry but this time he wasn't. he got stronger and tougher, probably colder. Sage had several experiences going through this phase and it usually won't last, it will probably end in just a few hours. But Sage wasn't sure about it, he isn't an expert on emotions and other things like it, he still needs to learn more about it before he could predict and judge his own emotions and others.

Sage then returned to reality, he looked at the battles that were occurring and it was ending. Finally he could go home and train his magic to get stronger, finally, he can head back home and take a shower. Sage head back to the stairs that would bring him back to the ground floor. As Sage stepped down the stairs one by one, he started to sing even tho he doesn't know what it meant.

Sage sang, 


"Rex tramandae majestatis, 
Qui Salvandos salvas gratis,
Salve me, Fons Pietatis,
Salve me, Fons Pietatis."

Sage had never heard of such words but it was on his mind. It seems like a memory he had lost long ago was starting to return to him. He could see someone, his smile perfect and his hair black. He couldn't see his eyes tho. Sage wondered who that person is. He was then confused, is he losing some of his memories or is he gaining some of his memories back as he walked down the stairs.

WC: 1003 +1530 (2530/3000)
Mana: 750/960

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Fenrir continued to wander the battlefield, his mind and body growing increasingly torn between the two beings in his mind. He could feel the power struggle growing in his gut, good and evil were intertwined inside of him. He wanted to do a mixture of both it seemed, yet for Esperia he would remain calm and not allow himself to grow anymore feral than he already was. That was something wasn’t it? How his perfect mind could be penetrated by thoughts of murder. He was a simple man once, why, he didn’t even understand most thing people told him ha.

He would make innocent mistake after innocent mistake. When he made an innocent mistake, people over looked him, yet when it came to bloodshed he seemed to know more than enough. Was he a hypocrite? Perhaps, maybe he was just stupid. That was a fair assertion either way Fenrir was beginning to feel so much different. He felt good, but afraid of himself. He felt hollow, but full. He felt like a man with nothing to lose in life. Whatever happened before he met Espy was a thing of the past, whatever that was in his dream, the farm, the darkness, the monster, it was all irrelevant now.

Why was it irrelevant? He was a good boy, he did everything right he listened to his master he cleaned up after he was done training yet.. The dream still stuck with him and not just because he saw two beautiful women naked… That was something that perplexed him, maybe it was so because he had been thinking of taking a dip in a hot spring not long before that happened. He could use a dip in a spring now, then again he had only known of such things from brochures and magizines he had found. He had never seen one before but he was certain that they were hot steamy and lovely.

He would probably start off just sitting in it on his own as he let it clean him up, at first jumping at all of the heat before letting loose and submerging himself. How wonderful it’d feel to get himself in one of those things. Maybe he could get himself a nice drum of water he could hang out in for a moment. His body would be more than willing to sit in there for a moment while he warmed up. Outside of the realm of speculation he opened his eyes and had found that he had fell to his knees as news of the war being over rung around the battlefield.

It was over? His golden hues lightened into their original state, “What?” he looked around for answers.
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He must focus on his ongoing task. Thinking back he hadn't contributed a lot to the fight even tho he was willing to help, but things were the way they were, he couldn't change that. Sage opened the main door of the embassy and walked back out to the battlefield, he lifted his gaze and what he saw might not let him sleep easily that night. What he saw was blood, everywhere. He couldn't handle it, there was too much violence for him to cooperate with. Then the thing he least wanted to see was that a giant, the woman giant he was with charged onto a group of grimoire heart's knights and that unsettling view made something inside him die.

Sage didn't know exactly what he just felt but it was something very peculiar. He never felt it before but the only thing he knew was that it left him unease. After the giant lady stopped rampaging, Sage could then see all the dead soldiers, he wasn't saying that killing the enemies was wrong but there was something else, maybe in one of it there was an act of murder, but looking at the vast body of dead soldiers, it was impossible to say that someone committed murder, maybe someone did and that's why Sage felt unease, taking a life of someone is wrong when viewing it in the point of nature, except for war of course as war is all about killing.

Sage doesn't make sense even to himself, what was happening to him? Why was he so emotional as he used to be so sceptical and straight-forward, using his mind only. But on that day he was using too much of his emotion, something is wrong, terribly wrong, there must be something wrong with him.

Sage then saw the previously demon lord now just a sweet girl running towards the giant lady and calling out her name and from the look of it, Sage could tell that the sweet girl has an affection on the giant lady. He then saw the demon butler coming towards her and said something to her, Sage could only lip-sync some words but that was enough, what he could tell was that the demon butler said the word 'castle' and 'invade'. That was enough to tell Sage what was going on, he then thought to himself that he might want to go too but then something held him back.

A peculiar breeze brushed through Sage's hair and a strand of his red hair turned blonde all of a sudden. This shocked Sage, he didn't know what happened but the thing that he knew was that he felt a little bit dizzy and he can't think properly. Sage tried to focus and he walked dazedly towards a forest near the embassy. When Sage reached the middle of the forest, he can't focus on what was real anymore, Sage fainted in the middle of the forest, with no one around him except for nature.

[EXIT]

WC: 514
Total WC: 3044/3000

Sweeter than a poptart you know you is not hard, living like a rockstar. He bobbed his head and looked at the ground. This was it wasn’t it? Now he was going to die? But his beloved Mare was still out there, he needed to find him one more time and give him the noodles he deserved. All of his noodles would be slurped up and devoured by the Saiyan. Just thinking about it made Fenrir hungry as he imagined the boy’s soft tender noodles sliding down his throat wrapping his belly in a loving embrace. Just thinking about it made him… Hot.

Aura probably had some pretty good noodles too but he saw hers being more in the way of spicy and fiery on the lips meaning he would have to be extra careful when slurping them. She might have been tough but she’d probably let him eat them. She was something else a wild little firecracker but she could be tamed if he ate her noodles in front of her just right. He was fooled twice before when it came to noodles but now he was wiser when eating them so she couldn’t want to stop him or distract him. \

He never caught a feeling so hard until he had met Esperia’s crew. He felt liek Asmo didn’t want him anymore, he was falling apart like a weakling. He just wanted her to be happy, he wanted to love her so badly but she made it so hard for him to love her properly. He loved Asmo with all of his heart but he knew she was in love with another. Probably that Fia girl he heard about, they did share a lover. That didn’t change his feeling. He still loved the Demon with all of his heart. But every time he thought about her he fell apart like a cheap toy. There was wanting her to be happy and then there was breaking himself down.

The tears began as he continued to fall apart for her, how could she make him fall apart so hard? She was his shawty he thought. He thought he had a chance with her but it became evident there was no chance she’d be his. It felt kind of soulful being her pawn though. He didn’t know if she was using him but he thought he loved her. But she soon told him he just wasn’t enough and told him he wasn’t enough. She fooled him once and it was all his fault, she cut too deep and she already left him scarred. There were so many thoughts going through his brain, now he just wanted to take shots like they were novacaine. How could someone he loved make him fall apart. He got up and walked off the battlefield… maybe one day. He couldn’t let go.

He didn’t know it before but he was surprised when she just left him. He wiped the tears from his eyes. He’d need a strong drink if he wanted to recover. He was covered in scars, he wanted to brush it off but he had to keep going. How could she just be so hurtful? Fell in love with the devil in the form of a woman… How fitting. He wiped his eyes again.

Fenrir rubbed his hands together and put them in the air like he just did not care, after doing so he felt his hands warm up a bit and looked down at them as they radiated white energy. “Mr sun sun, mr golden sun. Kill my enemy.” he cupped his hands together and fell into stance a blue ball of mana forming in his palms. He turned to the elf boy and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. This was going to be it, he’d finally defeat that evil elf. But before doing so he’d stop mid way and shake his head… not worth it.

-exit-

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