Your OC Catches The OC Above!

It was the night of the last quarter of the moon. Preston was halfway changed, he was struggling to keep himself together. He sat alone in his room, the window slightly ajar so that he could let the cold night air cool off his body. Out of boredom, he was gnawing on a chicken bone that he had licked clean long ago. 

Then out of nowhere a small presence nagged at him, a small fairy-like creature sat in his window. Out of instinct, he closed the window so the creature couldn't get away. The creature was trapped with him in his room. Preston examined Jacob and failed to catch him for quite a while, the fairy wasn't stupid. Preston got angrier, and eventually gave up and sat on his bed, talking to the small fluttering fairy. Asking them questions about what they were, and if they would help him.

Jacob was kind of annoyed that Preston trapped him, but paid no mind to his ramblings. Understanding that he was in pain. Jacob offered him the gift of sleep with a small spell, and Preston was knocked out cold. Jacob was able to easily escape the room and leave Preston to sleep.

Lumani was just walking around at night, probably a bit suspicious given her present form but she didn't really care. Most of the houses were dark, but one was lit up. Something...big was inside. Lumani, curious, walked up to the house and knocked on the door. "Everyone okay in there?" she yelled, to no answer other than a low growl from the back of the house. She thought it was a bear or something, and that the person inside needed to be protected. So, good Samaritan as she was, she teleported in in a flash of light...

...directly in front of the werewolf.

She screamed and jumped back. The wolf, surprised by this sudden appearance and reaction, hesitated, giving Lumani time to fire a beam of light at them. The wolf groaned as they were hit by the attack. Lumani then proceeded to teleport away, scared out of her wits, leaving the werewolf confused as to what the hell just happened.

Roswell's deals where simple. You want something you can't obtain, Ros offers you your most desired wish and asks for a few "years" of service in return, you strike a deal, that he seals with esotericism (also known as magic) and you basically, sell a part of your soul to the devil. That's how it always went. That's how Roswell's gang grew, with docile but not loyal subjects. But something, or maybe even someone, was breaking these unbreakable, magical deals Roswell made with his Rats. Freeing them from his grasp. And he was going to find it.

One of his Rats, an orphan boy of the age of 7, skipped the free lunch Roswell's soup kitchen provided to it's 'crew' and the old crooked man, had a hunch. On his toes, Roswell sneaked through the long cold corridors of the old church. He saw the boy, and he saw how the small lad opened one of the few windows in the ancient building. An even smaller kid, with blond untamed hair, made her way through the window. Grabbed the lad by his arms and, simply shook it. 

Roswell stared, as the connection, the mental bond, he forced with esotericism,  with his former employer just... Disappeared. Gone, poof. As if you peeled a scab of a small wound. All his hard work, all his planning, and the carefully executed ritual, erased with the blink of an eye.

"Oi yer there!" Roswell shouted, "filthy lil thief-stealer! Give me back me employers yer lil witch!" 

a deep growl resonated from the Half-orc while he was cornering the low-life of a Thief, holding his Great ax threatening in only one of his Hands. "you. stole. something. of mine!" it was clear that what ever Roswell took from the Half-orc it made him mad. for a second the thought of just cleaving the other into half flew through his mind, but he quickly decided to go against it as it would not get him any closer to reaching his goal.

he threw away his great ax and within the blink of an eye caught the Human by his throat with both his hands pressing him against the closest wall. barring his teeth Jukhan came closer to Roswells face, his lifeless eyes starring into the other males. "you like life? give back what you stole!" he snapped at the Human, only barely missing his face.

The goat demon growled at the half-orc, who was growling back at him upon discovering the collection of wolf pelts on the cave wall.  "You dare challenge me?" Krampus questioned the intruder.  "No human can defeat me in combat and being half-orc won't increase your chances of victory over me.  I will give you a chance to leave my humble home.  If I don't see you gone soon, I will have to hang your skin over my door to remind potential intruders on how much I hate the company."

Neyula narrowed her slit eyes as her mouth slowly stretched out in a narrow, toothy grin, her spiked teeth glistering with a lust for blood. 

"THERE you are..." She spoke calmly as she drug Krampus along the ground in a giant fish net. "I've been keeping a close eye on you. You've escaped my opportunities far too many times, but at long last, I have you right where I want you." She circled around the faun, slowly swaying her snake-like tail behind her, and observed his body very carefully. 

"You seem to enjoy inflicting pain on others." She said with a frown. "Those poor, innocent souls... did they even stand a chance against a beast like you? I couldn't bare to watch you tear them to bloody pieces." She grinned, leaning over his body. "No, I couldn't bare to watch at all. I wanted to BE there! I wanted to FEEL that power you feel when you tore into their delicate skin! How amazing it must feel, having all that power and strength..." She pulled out a scaling knife and held it over the beast.

"I'll tell you what, beasty. It makes me so depressed to see something as powerful as you so immobilized.  I can let you free." She tapped her finger against her cheek. "On one condition... come with me when I set you free. I'll give you all the meat you'll want and you can help me kill off my pathetic foes! It'll be a win-win for both of us!" She showed off her clawed and and ended with "Or... I'll just have to deal with you myself if you'd be unwilling to play nice. I simply can't stand to be out shined by someone so fierce."

Rai'nukah was just flying around, carrying a big bag. This bag was full of food; she tended to get hungry while flying so when she went out on one of these long ones she always brought food with her. When suddenly, something screeched above her. Rai'nukah looked up just in time to see the big half-snake thing falling on top of her, knocking her out of the sky. They both fell onto the earth. Rai'nukah got up quickly and turned toward the naga.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" she yelled.
The naga scoffed. "Look, I wasn't trying to be in your way. Last I checked, I was suddenly teleported off my ship and into the air. You wanna care to explain that?"
Rai'nukah had no good explanation; there could have been several reasons for this. Most likely was her old friend Lazuli bending reality to prank Rai'nukah. It wasn't funny. "Look, I don't know, but something tells me you're far away from there. So, it looks like you're stuck."
The naga, very angry at this fact, slithered away angrily. Bugs weren't appetizing to her, else she would've done more than that. Rai'nukah just continued walking, as if nothing had happened.

It was a full moon that night, Rai'nukah was busy carrying food back to her place of hiding, the food was fresh, and it let a savory smell fill the air. The small creature turned their back, pausing to enjoy a light snack.

Then, without warning, a giant beast toppled over the smaller creature, attracted by the scent of food. Rai'nukah could not outrun the monster, which turned out to be a giant werewolf. So, they pacified the creature with small amounts of food before they could stun them and get away.

Null was walking through the forest, wandering about as usual. She was under the cover of night - it was uncomfortable to absorb the sunlight. She then proceeded to trip on something. She fell face first onto the ground. I wish I could float... Then she heard a growl.

She had woken the dog she had tripped over.

Oh no.

Null had to think quickly. She decided it would be a good idea to throw some slime directly at the dog's face, blinding it. But she missed. The dog tried to bite her leg, unfortunately, said leg was crystalline so that didn't work very well. The dog whimpered, hurt by trying to bite rock. Null sighed. "Just leave me alone." She threw a bunch of slime at the dog's legs, covering them. This trapped the dog, but the slime would go away soon enough. She walked away, yawning as she left.

Carn's head whipped around looking for the thief of his small, but precious, coin purse. A child was walking away not too far from his left so he walked over and grabbed their hand. Turns out she wasn't a child and definitley was not the thief. 

"Oh!"

They both were surprised though he was incredibly embarassed.

"I'm so sorry, my lady. I thought you were a child but you seem to be a dwarf! A-and that was not what I meant to say at all." His hand covered his forehead as he peered at the ground, beating himself up.

"I meant- I thought you had taken my coins but it seems you havee not, I apolagize."

(hhh sorry if this is bad or ooc; if you want i can rewrite this)

Arsenic was wandering around the mansion's first floor with her umbrella; well, not really wandering if you're inspecting everything and cleaning everything that was deemed as dirty. She was getting tired of the menial drudgery, but she didn't think about quitting it; she would have continued on with her work if she had not walked into a slightly taller, relatively ordinary looking man. She was shocked to even find him in the mansion; even though she was panicking, she tried to seem confident as she said "Explain yourself or I'll attack!"

The man was not visibly taken aback by her threatening, or least wasn't taken aback much; he simply explained that he ended up here via a spell gone wrong. Arsenic was relieved with this explanation and loosened her grip on her umbrella. There was a silence that followed. "If you want, I could try to help you, at least a little..." Arsenic said quietly. The man declined politely, and walked out the mansion as (presumably) quietly as he entered. Arsenic couldn't help but muse about the strange man...

Charlotte wandered into the bakery, flashlight in her dainty hand and her heartdoll floating by her shoulder for moral support. She hated the dark, but she knew her makeshift family's business would be ruined if she didn't catch the thief. The girl heard a rustling in the back, and she turned her flashlight towards the sound. It was a person! An odd looking person, but they were probably the thief. 

"Its you!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"Do I know you?" the girl said, confused.

"No, but people say that in all the action movies so I wanted to say it. Wait... why are you in the bakery? It isn't nice to steal."

The girl blinked, and suddenly she was gone. The bakery was never robbed again after that night.

Fresa was walking around looking for someone. They had just dropped a stuffed animal, but now had disappeared from sight! She sighed and looked around her. "How could someone disappear like tha-" Something pulled on her tail. Fresa promptly yowled in response and looked toward the source - a little girl with a unicorn horn and brown hair.

"Why are you stealing my plushie?" the little girl said. She had her hand out and her face in a pout. She had to be no older than eight years old.

"Uhh...I was looking for you!" Fresa stuttered. "I needed to find you."

"Uhhhhh...f-for what?" The little girl was clearly becoming more nervous.

"I just found this plushie and was trying to give it back!" She handed the plushie back to the girl, who promptly took it and ran away, probably to stash it somewhere safe. Fresa sighed. "Alright, see ya later I guess..." She continued on her way.

It had been snowing for days now. Not that, that was anything new in Drakenburg, it always snowed there. But still, it was late spring and the snow should stop at some point. Right?

The flakes were unusually thick for this time of year and Salvador had to plow through the thick layer of trampled, brown coloured snow on the pavement. With every step he took the blizzard seemed to grow. The wind howled around his ears pulled on his jacket and scarf, but Salvador kept on walking. There was a coffee shop in the center of town, with a warm cup of coffee, with his name on it. And no wind, nor blizzard would stop him from getting that bitter and delicious coffee. Well.. Actually, something managed to stop Salvador dead in his tracks. Or eh, actually, someone. A young girl was standing in the heart of the blizzard and she was wearing no snow-jacked! Let alone a scarf or hat to protect her from the freezing cold. And,  she had... A tail!? Salvador squeezed his eyes, that couldn't be right.

The tailed lady just stood there, enjoying the unforgiving blizzard that rained down on them both. She even lifted up her hands, grabbing some of the flakes that fell. "

Madam!?" Salvador shouted, "you have to go inside, otherwise you will freeze! To death that is! Freeze to death!" that's not cool you know! Eh.. Actually, its super duper freezing cool if you get my drift!" 

The mysterious lady blinked her pink with red eyes when she turned at Salvador. She laughed, well snowflakes, formed the tips of her finger. 

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"Not getting murdered sounds great... Great. Thank you eh.. big fellow," he awkwardly laughed.