The ShadowsThe Shadow's CreationI had originally created Shadows as the main bad guys for a story I was doing for my Neopets characters, but I really liked how they turned out, so I made them into a species I could use in my real stories.The Shadows are creatures of all shapes and sizes. They have black skin, or fur, if you're going anthro, and all of them except the ten Shadow Lords have red eyes.Shadows are "Turned" the same way as vampires: through bite. However, I decided that a recent scientific study managed to create a Shadow virus, which can "Turn" any normal human, or supernatural creature, into a Shadow if they're infected with it. So in a way, Shadows are like both vampires and zombies.Shadows can also be born. Only a male Shadow Lord can impregnate a female Shadow, however.The Shadow MagicAll Shadows, however young, are instantly given a small amount of magic after the "Turning". Their magic is generally dark magic, or tainted magic - energy drawn to the dark.All
Sona - IntroductionThe woods were still under the moon; the half-circle shone down and cast silvery shadows through the trees. Wood-life of the night could be heard, seen and felt. The woods were a safe place; only a hunter or two came in, and only once a month. The creatures were still plentiful and roamed freely.A stream, waters glistening under the silver light, gurgled down through a clearing, splitting it in two. On one side stood three trees: an oak, a willow and a rowan. Unusual, for them to be so close together, branches twining together, creating an almost perfect circle. Birds had made nests in their upper branches; the bark was old and peeling away, falling in dusty pieces to the ground.Deer grazed around the clearing, nibbling at grass and herbs and sipping up the water. Owls stalked the sky, searching for prey. Wolves trotted through the trees, followed by little furry pups stumbling clumsily behind. And, somewhere, a wildcat rested in the trees, surveying the land below with emerald eyes.
DeathbringerI hate cold.I don't feel it too much. I mean, why should I? I have fur; it blocks most things out, except pain. I'm usually always in pain. No one knows, but its there.Back to the cold. I hate it. With a passion. Cold and wet and snow. It sucks. But there I was, digging in Antarctica, several feet in the ice, chipping away with a shovel. Dinny was with me, trying to take the ice away in chunks. We'd been here for hours. At the time, we were part of a group of traders. We were here on a hunch; there was supposedly a ship wreck full of treasure a hundred feet under the ice.So who got to dig? The two least-liked members of the group."How long have we been out 'ere?" I growled, shoveling snow over my shoulder. Dinny looked up at the sun, squinting."About four hours," he said after a moment. He glanced longingly back towards the warmth of the tent. "Jerks," he grumbled. "They get to sit around and play cards and we're stuck out here digging. We don't even know if we're at the right spo
The Dream CatcherYou know when you're asleep, and you see the shadow of someone in your dreams, but once you notice it, it's gone?That's the Dream Catcher.I've met her. When I was really little, and still believed in monsters and unicorns and talking mirrors. It was the night before Christmas; snow was falling thickly outside, but I wasn't noticing. I was staying up, waiting for Santa Clause, because I still believed in him. I believed in a lot of things back then.I was huddled under the fort I'd made out of chairs and pillows and my blankets. I had my stuffed Pegasus, Pixie, right beside me. I had a plate of cookies in front of me that I was determined not to eat because I was going to take those downstairs the moment I heard the sound of hooves on the roof.I remember looking out at my clock, and seeing the hands pointing to the 3 and the 6. 3:30 a.m. My parents would kill me.I pulled my blanket around me, stifling giggles. My older brother and sisters were all asleep, but I was up. I