{ "submission_id": "608042", "keywords": [ { "keyword_id": "21", "keyword_name": "dragon", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "149800" }, { "keyword_id": "2193", "keyword_name": "fantasy", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "26971" }, { "keyword_id": "123", "keyword_name": "female", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1092431" }, { "keyword_id": "165", "keyword_name": "male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1200509" }, { "keyword_id": "164", "keyword_name": "wolf", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "194097" } ], "hidden": "f", "scraps": "f", "favorite": "f", "favorites_count": "1", "create_datetime": "2014-05-02 14:57:23.640575+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "02 May 2014 16:57 CEST", "last_file_update_datetime": "2014-05-02 14:55:31.743581+00", "last_file_update_datetime_usertime": "02 May 2014 16:55 CEST", "username": "LupusDaemon", "user_id": "143264", "user_icon_file_name": "209582_LupusDaemon_32386bc2-c669-4d81-9eaa-e24b1ceee6b0.jpg", "user_icon_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/209/209582_LupusDaemon_32386bc2-c669-4d81-9eaa-e24b1ceee6b0.jpg", "user_icon_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/209/209582_LupusDaemon_32386bc2-c669-4d81-9eaa-e24b1ceee6b0.jpg", "user_icon_url_small": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/209/209582_LupusDaemon_32386bc2-c669-4d81-9eaa-e24b1ceee6b0.jpg", "file_name": "799046_LupusDaemon_an_outcasts_war.doc", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/799/799046_LupusDaemon_an_outcasts_war.doc", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/799/799046_LupusDaemon_an_outcasts_war.doc", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/799/799046_LupusDaemon_an_outcasts_war.doc", "files": [ { "file_id": "799046", "file_name": "799046_LupusDaemon_an_outcasts_war.doc", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/799/799046_LupusDaemon_an_outcasts_war.doc", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/799/799046_LupusDaemon_an_outcasts_war.doc", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/799/799046_LupusDaemon_an_outcasts_war.doc", "mimetype": "application/msword", "submission_id": "608042", "user_id": "143264", "submission_file_order": "0", "full_size_x": null, "full_size_y": null, "screen_size_x": null, "screen_size_y": null, "preview_size_x": null, "preview_size_y": null, "initial_file_md5": "9ca17f58f647554219cad1e1c181b854", "full_file_md5": "9ca17f58f647554219cad1e1c181b854", "large_file_md5": "", "small_file_md5": "", "thumbnail_md5": "", "deleted": "f", "create_datetime": "2014-05-02 14:55:31.743581+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "02 May 2014 16:55 CEST" } ], "pools": [], "description": "Wyko Fletzer owned by [iconname]NemoTVChampion[/iconname]\nAll other characters owned by me.\n\nFirst story ft Izarius Oathwin. Enjoy. Comment if you want.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Wyko Fletzer owned by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tNemoTVChampion\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t		\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tNemoTVChampion\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

All other characters owned by me.

First story ft Izarius Oathwin. Enjoy. Comment if you want.", "writing": "Chapter 1: An Outcast’s Story\n\nThe radiated sand shifted as Izarius Oathwin trudged along through the Deceased Plains toward the sandstone city of Kah, his homeland. He sunk in the mound facing the city that had abandoned him. Iz didn’t mind though, he found being on this side of the wall more enjoyable. His ebony-scaled skin, warmed by the sun, provided heat to his cold-blooded body. His eyes, slits against the coming storm, searched the wall for any sign of his ex-family. They weren’t there, as Iz knew. His mother would be in the market for salted meat, his brother training for the Litch Guard, the guard sworn to protect the Wasteland, his sister whoring herself out to whomever paid the most. Izarius’ mind went back to the day that started it all.\n\nThe marketplace was lined with stalls providing shade for those who would trade meats and cloth for the various gems produced by the town’s mine. Iz’s father was in that mine all day, every day.\n\n“Izarius! What are you doing out here?!”\n\n“I’m sorry ma. I know you said I should stay inside, but sis said you may need help.”\n\n“Oh, did she? We’ll talk about this later. Get back to the house before anyone catches you.”\n\n“But ma, I want to-“\n\n“No buts! Now get back to the house!”\n\n“Yes ma.” The six-year-old hatchling spun, dragging his taloned feet through the sand. As he passed tan child after tan child, he heard their whispers. \n\n“Look, it’s the freak,” said one boy.\n\n“My dad says he’ll be thrown out of this town as soon as his mother isn’t watching,” said another.\n\nThe white-washed stone walls of Iz’s family’s hut kept it cool inside. His clawed hand pushed the door open, eliciting a squeak from the hollow door. Iz closed the oaken door after slipping in. His yellow cat-like eyes surveyed the den. His sister laid on the rug of her bed.\n\n“Stavia, why’d you lie?”\n\n“Cause Izzy, I was hoping you’d get caught.”\n\n“B…But why? You know what they do to my kind.”\n\n“Yeah. It’d give Ma, Da, Glish and I more money and food. I keep telling them we should turn you in for a reward. We could live like royalty.”\n\n“What’d I ever do to you?”\n\n“Your scaled ass makes me stay home instead of out finding a proper suitor. You know how many guys never notice me because I’m stuck in here all day?”\n\n“I’m sorry.”\n\n“Oh yeah, you’re sorry.” Iz’s fourteen year old sister pulled his arm, opening the door.\n\n“Sis, what are you doing?!”\n\n“Turning you in! I’ve had enough of your shit Iz!”\n\nStavia pulled the boy along. Iz pushed against her arm, trying to pull his scaled arm free.\n\n“Let go!”\n\n“No, you’re not running off again.”\n\nStavia marched alongside Iz through the sand-coated town toward the local Guardhouse. As they arrived, two armed men came up to meet them.\n\n“May I help you ma’am?”\n\n“Yes. This boy is one of the accursed.”\n\n“That’s a hell of a charge. Can you prove it?”\n\nStavia caught Iz’s tunic and yanked upward, ripping it from his chest. His crimson underbelly rose in terror as his hood was removed by the man to his left.\n\n“Sverius be damned.”\n\nThe guards took hold of the boy’s arms quickly. Ebony wings extended as a third of the Lich Guard marched up. In his hand was the white-hot Brand of the Outcast. As the sizzle of the brand pressed to flesh and the wailing of the boy were heard, the scent of cooking meat filled the air.\n\nThe dragon-male came back to reality as sand drifted past like waves crashing on the coast of the stallion, Côte de l'étalon. Iz sighed to himself, his kind, the few who bore the same curse, worshiped The Dragon Mother, Myrriolth Saphira. Her raven-colored-hair, skin the color of an apricot and eyes the color of blue topaz, until the day she bed The Almighty Father, Sverius Hjrolmar. This angered The Almighty One, Myrra Vlaekth, Sverius’ wife. Myrriolth was to exile herself and bare Proklyatiye Drakona, the curse of the dragons, or suffer an eternity in Hjrosh.\n\nMyrriolth created the Throne of Embers from her follower’s enemies. It’s said that if an accursed were to sit upon the throne, he would become a god like Sverius himself. The accursed had a prophecy that one day, the last dragon, a male around fourteen would join their cause and take his rightful place as a god. He’d deliver justice to those who wronged him and the accursed would be cured. Sverius, hearing this prophecy and to spite Myrra, created animal/human hybrids called anthros, who would help this god to be fight his way to the Throne.\n\n*****\n\nAfter a four week walk, Izarius arrived at the city of Neo. Neo, a city famous for limitless food and water, friendly hologram creatures called AIs, self-driving vehicles, cybernetic bodies, and carbonfiber skyscrapers, was a non-monitarial society. As Iz strolled past the children of the well-off, he came upon a chocolate-color-furred wolf wearing an olive green hooded sweatshirt and a cerulean collar. The wolf-boy stared up at Iz.\n\n“Excuse me sir. Can you help me find my way home? I just moved here a week ago and I don’t remember which way I came here from,” the wolf explained.\n\n“I guess so, boy. Where do you live,” Iz asked rather impatiently. The sooner he could get to the Throne of Embers, the better.\n\n“My name’s Wyko Fletzer. I live on 1818 Saphira Drive.”\n\n“Alright, I remember passing Saphira Drive on my way here. Follow me.”\n\nIzarius led the nine-year-old wolf pup down the road toward the boy’s house. After backtracking for close to thirty minutes, Izarius came to the address.\n\n“Here we are Wyko. Take care now.”\n\n“You too, sir.”\n\nIzarius turned, not knowing his path would cross with the wolf’s later.\n\nSandifer PAGE \\* MERGEFORMAT 1 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter 1: An Outcast’s Story

The radiated sand shifted as Izarius Oathwin trudged along through the Deceased Plains toward the sandstone city of Kah, his homeland. He sunk in the mound facing the city that had abandoned him. Iz didn’t mind though, he found being on this side of the wall more enjoyable. His ebony-scaled skin, warmed by the sun, provided heat to his cold-blooded body. His eyes, slits against the coming storm, searched the wall for any sign of his ex-family. They weren’t there, as Iz knew. His mother would be in the market for salted meat, his brother training for the Litch Guard, the guard sworn to protect the Wasteland, his sister whoring herself out to whomever paid the most. Izarius’ mind went back to the day that started it all.

The marketplace was lined with stalls providing shade for those who would trade meats and cloth for the various gems produced by the town’s mine. Iz’s father was in that mine all day, every day.

“Izarius! What are you doing out here?!”

“I’m sorry ma. I know you said I should stay inside, but sis said you may need help.”

“Oh, did she? We’ll talk about this later. Get back to the house before anyone catches you.”

“But ma, I want to-“

“No buts! Now get back to the house!”

“Yes ma.” The six-year-old hatchling spun, dragging his taloned feet through the sand. As he passed tan child after tan child, he heard their whispers.

“Look, it’s the freak,” said one boy.

“My dad says he’ll be thrown out of this town as soon as his mother isn’t watching,” said another.

The white-washed stone walls of Iz’s family’s hut kept it cool inside. His clawed hand pushed the door open, eliciting a squeak from the hollow door. Iz closed the oaken door after slipping in. His yellow cat-like eyes surveyed the den. His sister laid on the rug of her bed.

“Stavia, why’d you lie?”

“Cause Izzy, I was hoping you’d get caught.”

“B…But why? You know what they do to my kind.”

“Yeah. It’d give Ma, Da, Glish and I more money and food. I keep telling them we should turn you in for a reward. We could live like royalty.”

“What’d I ever do to you?”

“Your scaled ass makes me stay home instead of out finding a proper suitor. You know how many guys never notice me because I’m stuck in here all day?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh yeah, you’re sorry.” Iz’s fourteen year old sister pulled his arm, opening the door.

“Sis, what are you doing?!”

“Turning you in! I’ve had enough of your shit Iz!”

Stavia pulled the boy along. Iz pushed against her arm, trying to pull his scaled arm free.

“Let go!”

“No, you’re not running off again.”

Stavia marched alongside Iz through the sand-coated town toward the local Guardhouse. As they arrived, two armed men came up to meet them.

“May I help you ma’am?”

“Yes. This boy is one of the accursed.”

“That’s a hell of a charge. Can you prove it?”

Stavia caught Iz’s tunic and yanked upward, ripping it from his chest. His crimson underbelly rose in terror as his hood was removed by the man to his left.

“Sverius be damned.”

The guards took hold of the boy’s arms quickly. Ebony wings extended as a third of the Lich Guard marched up. In his hand was the white-hot Brand of the Outcast. As the sizzle of the brand pressed to flesh and the wailing of the boy were heard, the scent of cooking meat filled the air.

The dragon-male came back to reality as sand drifted past like waves crashing on the coast of the stallion, Côte de l'étalon. Iz sighed to himself, his kind, the few who bore the same curse, worshiped The Dragon Mother, Myrriolth Saphira. Her raven-colored-hair, skin the color of an apricot and eyes the color of blue topaz, until the day she bed The Almighty Father, Sverius Hjrolmar. This angered The Almighty One, Myrra Vlaekth, Sverius’ wife. Myrriolth was to exile herself and bare Proklyatiye Drakona, the curse of the dragons, or suffer an eternity in Hjrosh.

Myrriolth created the Throne of Embers from her follower’s enemies. It’s said that if an accursed were to sit upon the throne, he would become a god like Sverius himself. The accursed had a prophecy that one day, the last dragon, a male around fourteen would join their cause and take his rightful place as a god. He’d deliver justice to those who wronged him and the accursed would be cured. Sverius, hearing this prophecy and to spite Myrra, created animal/human hybrids called anthros, who would help this god to be fight his way to the Throne.

*****

After a four week walk, Izarius arrived at the city of Neo. Neo, a city famous for limitless food and water, friendly hologram creatures called AIs, self-driving vehicles, cybernetic bodies, and carbonfiber skyscrapers, was a non-monitarial society. As Iz strolled past the children of the well-off, he came upon a chocolate-color-furred wolf wearing an olive green hooded sweatshirt and a cerulean collar. The wolf-boy stared up at Iz.

“Excuse me sir. Can you help me find my way home? I just moved here a week ago and I don’t remember which way I came here from,” the wolf explained.

“I guess so, boy. Where do you live,” Iz asked rather impatiently. The sooner he could get to the Throne of Embers, the better.

“My name’s Wyko Fletzer. I live on 1818 Saphira Drive.”

“Alright, I remember passing Saphira Drive on my way here. Follow me.”

Izarius led the nine-year-old wolf pup down the road toward the boy’s house. After backtracking for close to thirty minutes, Izarius came to the address.

“Here we are Wyko. Take care now.”

“You too, sir.”

Izarius turned, not knowing his path would cross with the wolf’s later.

Sandifer   PAGE   \\* MERGEFORMAT  1

", "pools_count": 0, "title": "An Outcast's War Ch. 1", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "1", "rating_name": "Mature", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "5", "views": "46" }