Matter is split between two spheres, Transmutation for small scale changes and Telekinesis for large scale manipulations. Transmutation can alter the structure of an object at the molecular or atomic level, or the shape and form of a target. Telekinesis does not alter anything but instead focuses on the movement of matter. - Antonio Ravnos
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Moonlight Runner
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Tonight is the full moon, sister can’t keep me in tonight. I want to see this male whose scent she likes. She hasn’t let me out to play since she met him. Not fair, just because I bit the last boy.
The moonlight shines through a hole in the strange rock full of other rocks. It’s my turn to play. I sniff the air; demon skins are nearby. They aren’t here yet. The room gets smaller as sister gives lossing more control.
One of the little pointy eared girls are here. She rubs my head, no need to eat her, she is nice. I enjoy myself until the scent of the demon skins gets closer. The other scents nearby aren’t bad, sister’s friends and three two legs.
I growl the demon skins are close, and the little pointy ear hugs my head, she wants me to stay. No, I want to go hunt. The rock made of rocks surrounds us, I won’t fit out through the gaps. I push the pointy ear off, sister likes this one so I try not to hurt her.
I slam against the wall with the moonlight, the rock made of rocks hurts but I hear it crack. The pointy ear is saying something, two leg speech I don’t understand that. I lick her face and slam into the rock made of rocks again. I fall through it, time to hunt.
I run and find a winged lizard, but it didn’t want to play. I catch the scent of someone strong, no someone who will be strong. I follow it, and see a two legs getting his arm bitten by a winged lizard. The scent of weird fire comes from the two, the two legs leaves the winged lizard and rushes to where I left pointy ears.
I follow the two legs. Should I ask sister?
The two legs yells, he is angry. Were the other two legs part of his pack? The two legs throws something that smells like death. The winged lizard runs at the two legs, I feel sister get angry. Is this the new two legs she likes?
I howl and charge the winged lizard. Its tail cuts into my side as I tackle it, my claws rake the lizard but it stopped me from biting its throat. I roll off it and it tries to take flight. Sorry but sister is mad at you. I jump and shred a wing, it falls to the ground and I lung for the throat.
I swallow a piece of the winged lizard’s throat, it feels warm. I turn to the two legs, he is pointing a shiny stick at me.
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Adrian
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A block away I run into another wyvern, shit. It had just finished with someone. Its rider is dead lying on the ground near a few soldiers. There are some cuts into the side of the beast, two swipes from something with large claws. Not only do I need to deal with this creature but there is another nearby.
I draw the pistols, and take aim at the injuries. The claw marks have five nails these wyverns only have three on their talons and the wings have none. Different species, deal with the thing in front first then worry about the other after. I start to unload the pistols, I get five of them off while baking up to a wall. It can’t trample me here, I fail to full dodge a bite and lose a piece of my armor. My chest stings but the injury is minor.
I start to run sideways to keep out of the creature’s bite only to be tripped after getting a few more bullets into it. I don’t have enough to take this thing down. I drop the pistol in my left hand, and pull a box of ammo from my pack back in the bank. This is going to hurt.
I stop running and the wyvern bites at me, I move my left hand into its mouth. As it bites down almost severing my forearm I release a shower of sparks and fire within its mouth. A series of explosions fill the creatures head. I scream as my hand is torn to bits, a few of the bullets break through its teeth but miss me.
The wyvern falls revealing my mangled hand, little more than scraps of flesh hanging on broken bones. I’ll bleed out if this continues, I ignite an uncontrolled flame over the mangled flesh. The pain of the seared nerves less than the mangled flesh. I leave the pistol where it lies and move to the bank. I shouldn’t have brought everybody here, Talia was right on that.
I continue to move to the bank, though slower than before. I turn the final corner before the bank only to see Bryan getting struck by the tail of another wyvern. Abagail is on the ground next to where Bryan was standing. Dammit I wasn’t fast enough. I yell as I loose the last of the pistol's ammunition at it.
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The creature turns to me, I want it to die. I’m out of guns, I draw the knife my non-mangled hand can reach. Black flame erupts from the blade. I throw it at the wyvern, it bounces off of the creature’s hide. Shit I have nothing else. The creature charges me, I have nothing I can do.
There is a howl to my right, then a silver blur tackles the creature. That must be what injured the other. Their distracted, I look for Bryan’s gun. I see it and teleport the pistol to my hand, I don’t know how many bullets there are. I need to end this quickly, the silver blur is some sort of over ten-foot-tall humanoid wolf beast. I point the pistol at it as I sidestep towards Bryan.
Abagail is doing something there but I can’t pay enough attention for that. The wolf beast tares the throat out of the wyvern after grabbing it out of the air. I hope the beast will be content with that wyvern. She turns from the dying creature and faces me.
Shit, I am in no condition to fight this. I need to get to Bryan. Where is the trio? The she wolf beast doesn’t charge me instead it just waggs its tail. What is going on? Is it going to attack when I drop my guard? Or is it not hostile?
I lower the gun as I move closer to Bryan, I can’t afford to start a fight now. The wolf beast didn’t move, I arrive unimpeded. I break eye contact with the wolf beast to check on his injuries.
He is barely breathing, compound fracture on his left arm. Abagail has been trying to stem the bleeding. I’m not sure how much blood he has lost. I remove my belt; the arm needs a tourniquet we can’t stop the bleeding anyway else.
I need to fix his ribs somehow, there are several nasty bruises forming. There is probably internal bleeding. What can I do? I hear the wolf beast move closer, but it still does not attack. I need to do something, I don’t know how to directly heal. Abagail is crying, no time to worry about that; save my friend’s life then worry about emotions.
Indirect methods, what can I do? I can’t alter his body so regeneration won’t do. Flesh crafting can’t be applied either. Life tapping? Maybe it’s worth a try, but I need a dying thing. The wyvern might still work.
I attempt to pull fragments of the dying wyvern, but fail to get them to transfer to my friend. The wyvern is too far gone already. I glance around, the wolf beast is sniffing but does nothing. I hear footsteps approaching. Maybe whoever approaches can help.
I turn to the sound, it is the elf sisters. Will Lysan help or is she like her sister? Where is K? She should have been here. Talia speaks though I would rather she not have.
“Just wave your hands and fix it worldshaper, or are you done with your toy.”
Lysan slaps her sister, somebody needed to. “How can you say that? He has only been kind to us.”
“Either help me or leave, I don’t have time for this.” I say interrupting their interaction.
Talia stands there shocked by her sister’s actions. Lysan instead runs to Bryan’s side as she draws out the necklace she used in a spell before.
“I can’t heal him, but I can keep him alive.”
“Please do it.”
Lysan nods, and a blue glow envelopes Bryan’s body as she chants in another language I do not speak, or at least I cannot understand it. His breathing is still labored but easier. I wipe a tear from my eyes, I have not lost this friend tonight.
Abagail, Lyasn and me pick up Bryan and move him into the bank. I notice a large hole on the east side of the building, something broke out of the bank. I don’t have time to think about that, I need to find a way to heal Bryan, Lysan said she could keep him alive but for how long?
I’m not strong enough to heal him myself. Harrold had potions but they are not labeled. I need K, Blood Bridge or Life Transference is the only viable option.
“Do you know where Kythia is?”
Lysan looks at me funny.
“The wolf behind you is Kythia.”
What? Is that why it did not attack me? Dire werewolf, but in control of her actions while transformed; so a natural. She is still conscious then, I need to talk to her. I walk over to the wolf beast, and she just looks at me. There is a spark of intelligence in her eyes, but not the same spark that I’ve seen in K.
“I need you Kythia come back.”
The wolf beast fur trembles for a bit and then it just looks at the full moon and back to me. She can’t shift back. The moonlight is holding her transformed, dammit. Wait, if I can block the moonlight then maybe.
Light and Darkness are related concepts, the basis of one can be inverted into the other. Opposite of creating light is to destroy it. I don’t know how to create raw light yet. I draw a fire into being around my hand, light is being created. But so is heat through burning.
Wait heat is how much molecules are vibrating but is also infrared light. Fire and Light are related but Light is more restricting. I can just restrict what the fire is doing until it is just light. I dismiss and recreate the fire dozens if not hundreds of times over the next hour until I have a ball of light in my hand.
I dismiss it, now the opposite of what I am doing to create light. A ball of blackness appears in my hands after a few minutes of trying. A much easier jump, it spreads and expands until it covers both me and K.
I hear the wolf beast tremble and then a hand grabs mine. I walk the two of us to where Bryan is, “Do you know how to transfer injuries?”
“Yes why?”
“Move his to me.” I set her hand on Bryan’s chest. I’ll not see my friend die.
“No, you’ll die.”
“I can heal myself, but I can’t heal him nor can you nor can Lysan.”
I feel a hand touch my chest and the start of a word before all I can feel is pain. I collapse to the ground, no doubt worsening the injuries. My spell of darkness dissipates as I can no longer hold it. All I see before passing out is concern on the faces of Lysan and Kythia.