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“Hey, wait up!” He calls— not that she’s very far ahead, nor is it very hard for him to catch up if he tries, but there’s a playful expression present on his face, like it is a joy to chase after her. His true intentions, however, are revealed the moment he catches up to her, a carefree paw brushing against her as he passes by— and then really breaks into a run.

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  HE WAS OFF GUARD, lounging about the congenial atmosphere of the guild hall. He was off guard &&. drinking —- thus why he found himself utterly discomposed upon the ministration performed on his dark mane. 

              Alas, it would be instinctive for him to rebound; to exclaim out spurs and curses in reflex towards having his locks of hair so openly manhandled. But it was also a restraint to bite his tongue &&. subdue the urges that have become so natural to him now ( slipping sharp gaze away with a click of tongue against teeth — as much of a WELCOME as can be given when he discerned that the culprit was … Wendy, anyway. )

After all. Wendy was Wendy, and she reminded him of a BRIGHTER world. Her cherubic presence warmed his heart &&. thawed his defenses, melting it like glistening snow in the morning sun. Gray finds himself LOSING a bit of regard for himself around her … a little slither of dignity dissipated after each bow that was placed upon his head.

Though, they must truly look a sight.

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      This was war. A state of conflict between societies or states. But its meaning can be beyond that. In a land where supernatural prowess such as magic exists, it is inevitable that wars between humans who wield magic can transpire. More so, wars between humans and miscellaneous creatures, some of them reputed to be mythical. From various outlandish looking creatures, to living beings such as dragons.

      And that’s what was taking place within the land of Fiore. A war betwixt mages and dragons. A sight beyond comprehension for anyone to behold. A sight that could only exist in books and stories told by elders. And yet, that what the reality bestowed upon them. The manifestation of calamity. The incarnation of terror. The epitome of destruction. 

                                                      THE END OF THE WORLD.

      Or so, it was believed by many. But those who had the capabilities to fight, had a different mindset. Those who had magic power surging inside them, refused to believe that this was the end. Declined the fact that they will be eviscerated. No. They had to fight for their survival. No matter how unbelievably impossible it seemed, giving up wasn’t an option.

      It all started when dragons made an appearance, creating a havoc of Crocus. And that was due to the eclipse project that overtly, didn’t go as planned. Little were the details that were given. However, such matters weren’t important at this point. Not right now. Other things held priority. And the vanquishment of the said creatures was the top mission to be accomplished.

      And this was something that those who possess magic that slay dragons excelled in. Seven dragons and seemingly, seven dragon slayers. Who could have thought that a time like this would come? The time where dragon slayers will conquer against dragons, and put the meaning of their magic into usage— illustrating the point, clearly and perfectly. Regardless of the generation, it still counted as dragon slayer magic; potent enough to complete the current objective. And Laxus wasn’t an exception. He wasn’t taught said magic and skillset by the real thing, but he was able to attain mastery of such abilities on his own. Hopefully, they will be proven useful for this calamitous situation.

      He was already having a conflict with one of those mythical creatures. A dragon of a jade complexion, scales tougher than anticipated, gargantuan size, and tremendous power. The sentiment of intimidation was something foreign to him. Hardly able to exprerience such feeling. But in this circumstance, it was ineluctable. Never in his life he was able to face such a monster, and the stakes are too high. Its power was worlds apart from his own. It gave him the impression that his own powerful magic was meaningless. Quite a joke, in actuality. But such contemplations should stay away from his mind.

      However, he wasn’t alone. Alongside with him there were some of his fellow comrades. Amongst them it was a fellow dragon slayer, known as Wendy Marvell. Unmistakably the youngstest one out of the seven dragon slayers, but that doesn’t alter the fact that she is still a force to be reckoned with. And her assistance in defeating the current enemy was more than beneficial. A teamwork that the Thunder God never expected to form, but he has no complaints either.

                                                           ——- SHIT!!!!

      Suddenly, a ferocious onslaught was performed by the jade dragon, consequently destroying the location that they are placed on. Nothing was visible except for smoke combined with the dirt of the ground. Yet, the S-class mage had no time to waste. Thus, his dinstictive magic engulfed his broad body, soon to transform into an enormous lightning bolt. In a second thereafter he disappeared from the position that he was standing, and he was teleporting at his surroundings, in an attempt to gather his fellow companions. And the first one to notice with the youthling, laying on the ground. Instantaneously, he landed right beside her, ready to help her stand on her feet—-

                           … . until a set of certain words echoed his ears.

      For a moment, he felt paralyzed. His lungs were unable to serve him under the common act of respiring. Eyes widened, as his mind was trying to analyze her statement. One that sounded like a complete nightmare, a horrible joke, an awful lie. However, scrutining her body, he noticed that she suffered some severe wounds that immediate healing was required. But due to the situation that is taking place at this moment, such quest seemed to be out of question.

                                         No…                                                It can’t be… —-

     He could tell that she was in a crucial state. Her fatal wounds on her body weren’t for ornamentation. Burgundy colored liquid was all over her clothes, smearing them. Her big eyes were half open— ready to be shut for an eternity.

                                 HE COULDN’T LET THAT HAPPEN. 

                                                                             NOT ON HIS WATCH.

      He took a hold of her body by placing one muscular arm behind her shoulders, and immediately his magic appeared once more, permitting his existence to take the shape of a lightning bolt for one more time. In an instant, he changed his location, hoping that the rest of his guildmembers were in better physical condition. he appeared once again in a different locality, not far away from the dragon, yet far enough to create a large distance between them. To give some time to himself and to his almost fallen comrade. His pattern of breathing was growing quite heavy, as he noticed the blood coming from her wounds wouldn’t stop flowing. And her frail declaration echoing cranial walls was only deteriorating things.

      He felt his arms shaking; talk about a rarity. A guy like him unveiling such emotions. It was fear— horror orchestrated in front of him, fear portrayed within his face expression. And worst of all, the thought of being incapable of doing anything was crossing his mind again and again. 

                       HE HAD TO SAVE HER. 

                                                        EVEN IF IT COSTS HIS OWN LIFE.

            ❛ —- Snap..                    … Snap ut of it kid!! ❜

      It was a miracle that he was able to vocalize any thoughts that occupied his mind. Never in his life he partook in such horrifying scheme. The pain of losing a comrade was undeniably strong and grave. Unbearable, if more so. But the pain of losing such a young comrade, laying on your hands was a whole other different thing. A situation that stood on a higher level; far crucial, far more scarring in his mind. Only with the mere contemplation of letting such thing to happen, was making his blood boil, but at the same time— it was increasing the fear thhat was overwhelming his heart.

      He had to stand strong and save her. Otherwise he will never forgive himself for letting a comrade of his to fall for an eternity. Such was the reality that was bestowed upon him— a reality that he shall change. A reality that doesn’t need to worsen. She was the pride and the future of Fairy Tail. One that everyone wants to live and protect.

Thats a fucking mood. I made Natsu 5 years ago and was active for about 2-3 years. I have memories that’ll last me a lifetime in this fandom, so coming back was such an easy decision to make honestly !! 

//HAHA ! FOR real this fandom use to be even more lively back in the day.... but  aahhh dude i remember following you & gina on my natsu blog & being too terrified to approach you guys,,, lol i also remember laughing my ass off at some of the content on your blog !so seeing you make a come back to natsu smacked me with nostalgia too asdfgh but its good to see so many old faces ! 

ventteux replied to your post: come back :(

yes and we are all waiting for you to be ready !! we want you to enjoy your time here !! so take however long you need !!

I'mtired.

M exhausted of all this shit.

There is just so many bad stuff and my mental health is starting to decline

Ts so unfair since I worked so hard.

Everything is sucking me into it.

I'm just so done with this shit.

D O N E

A B S O L U T E L Y D O N E

@ventteux