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Grim was many things. An assassin, a time traveler, an amateur demon hunter, and even a chemist. She was fortunate she had not gotten a big name. At least, she assumed she had not. It did not seem that many people knew about her in the places and times she went to.

This seemed to be no different. The small woman had been wandering the city streets at the dead of night. It was a routine for her, at that point. Figure out what was where, possibly find someone in her target’s gang, then return to wherever she was staying. She was not expecting to find anything supernatural that night.

{🔥}—; Spyro padded happily through the green meadow of the Artisan home, near the large main castle of the place. “Uh huh, Hunter couldn’t believe I beat ‘em by that much. Remember the look on his face pal?” He laughed along with his best friend Sparx, who could be heard buzzing and giggling.

They were just coming back from having fun with Hunter in a game earlier, and while he was heading to just go rest on the beach for the rest of the day he thought he saw someone. Spyro raised a scaly brow, then fearlessly trotted towards them.

Despite Sparx telling him to be careful just in case, being the ever more cautious of the duo. “Huh, y’know I don’t think I’ve seen ya around here before who are ya?” Spyro thought he’d met pretty much all the dragons that live across the five homeworlds but unless this was a visitor, apparently he’d missed him.

James was... exhausted, his eyes remaining locked on his child in complete silence. It was nearly christmas and they were spending their time in a hospital ward. This wasn’t what James had in mind.

Maw opened wide just before clamping down on a haunch of human flesh and ripping a chunk away. The beast had just completed a rather fruitful hunt of some campers, a total of five all strewn about in various states of dismembered as he filled his belly and prepared to take the rest back to his nest for storage. 

The scent of something new came to his nostrils and he would turn and begin growling, blood dripping from his claws and fangs. This was his hunt, his kill, who dared to intrude?

Questions for Magical or Elemental Muses | Accepting | @darksideaskblog

  🔥 - What kind of magical powers or abilities do you have?

“I have a magic known as the gist. It is a manifestation of all my hate, anger, and other negative feelings.” 🎤 - Is there something you have to do to get your magic to work? (Like singing, casting spells, etc.)

“Not really, no. I only use the gist when I and those I care about are in danger.”

🍼 - Were you born with magic or did you have to do something to get it?

“I was born with the capability for magic. I did not discover my ability to use the gist until later in life. My family was attacked, I needed to protect them. I do not wish to speak further on the matter.” 🏆 - Is there something you can do that no one else can?

“Wield the gist at all. Most who have it do not last more than half a century before dying or succumbing to it.” 😟 - What is the worst thing about having your magic?

Such a sight was not uncommon for the world these days, a lone figure surrounded by the horde of lurkers. This would mean death to any outside the protective walls of civilization, but it was this man’s lucky day. A loud bellow overhead sounded before a jet of flames shot from the massive flare’s maw.