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The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.

As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.

Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.

But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...

“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”

Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.

“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”

He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.

“Let us see who will see the gods today”

In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.

Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.

Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.

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This is making feel some type of way-

Me hiding from whatever dis this:

Guess what time it is… 

It’s Horny on Main day folks.

Keyframes by my lovely talented and constantly thirsty for some Deltarune No Suit brother @thelostmoongazer . He did a fabulous job crafting the initial concept for this animation and really should consider animating more.

Inbetweens by me.

The Knight loomed over the kingdom it watched over. Wishing to be apart of that world again. To be just that as their namesake…a Knight.

Dedicated to protecting the people of this realm, of this kingdom of green and white. How the trees give shade to the people, how the white ivory roads could be seen when the Knight tilted their head just right, where the run shined on the surface. Up above in this lonely castle, all the Knight could ever do was watch. And wait…wait, then wait some more…until time ran out of sand.

The Knight hated just being in the castle, the castle was fine on its own, a beautiful, big structure which dares almost touch the heavens if they dare exist, it’s a beautiful home…just not their home. Their world, not something they were made for, not something they ever wanted. They wanted to be down and there and protect, to be connected to the nature and to its people. Yet here the Knight was. Looming, like a guard dog.

The more they watched the people the less alone the Knight felt. No one else was here but them. No maids or staff, no butlers or ladies in waiting, not even another guard or even royalty…the Knight was all alone in the abandoned spire that reached to the clouds above. All alone. Protecting what? They sighed as they moved from the balcony to the throne room. Protecting their friends last wish.

“I know this is too much to ask of you, please protect the castle…protect it until I return. I can’t explain it all my dear Knight. Just please. I beg of you, protect it with all your might and will.”

Damn them and their loyalty as the Knight would’ve been gone long ago without it, they’re bored out of their mind and sad at being away from what they love so much, which was life itself. Yet, they know that protecting this place would protect what they truly love. Though this friend was quite a handful, they spoke no lies before.

Yet as the Knight waited. The Knight felt more alone, yet also comfortable here, but there was always a want, a need to go home.

“Just a bit longer.” The Knight said, waiting and waiting as they sat at the stairs leading up to the ivory throne. Waiting, waiting…waiting.

“So I know how this looks but hear me out I- wait wtf…WTF-“

Me: holding my neon blue wolf suit.

“Okay….so….I know how this looks bUT HEAR ME OUT-“

You’re secretly a werewolf, with so much control over your were-form you’re basically just yourself. You’ve grown so close to your roommate that you decide it’s safe to transform in front of them. You expect shock, horror. Instead, they whip out a fursuit.

Reposting this so I don’t forget.

I remember when my child was young they would say “Some day father, I will see the world!” I always told them they would if their heart so desired and if they had the drive, they really could.

What I couldn’t bare was my child leaving. I begged them to stay, that it wasn’t their fight. They said to me they were but eighteen-

“Some day father, I will return and when I do I would’ve seen the world…someday father, I will come back to you.”

They got on Buttercup, their favourite mare…and rode off with their solider friend to fight the monster that started this unholy war.

I cried like I have never cried before then..I waited. I hoped each day since then that my child would return, I dressed my best clothes and worked like I haven’t worked before to make the farm spotless for them to come home…

It was three years. Three years since I’ve seen them. No word on from their end but from what I heard it’s very much the same for many others…I hoped my child wasn’t killed…I prayed I wouldn’t loose another. I just wanted something, anything.

I didn’t receive word until a letter came.

The letter said that the war with the king was over…he was proclaimed dead. The war was done and my child would finally return home in three days time.

So I prepared, I made up their room, a room I haven’t stepped in for at least a year. I washed everything down, I prepared everything I can on the farm of animals and apple trees and on the final day…made my child apple pie.

Then…over the horizon of my farm where the sun peaked over each morning…I saw a dark knight ride on a nightmarish horse at the crack of dawn.

The armour the knight wore was dark as night that shimmered purple everytime they moved, the horse they rode was nothing I have never seen, a horse from hell with red bleeding eyes and a mane that was of hell fire.

The knight rode until they stopped in front of me and spoke with a deep voice…

“Branton Noor? Farmer of Evrin Acres?”

“Y-Yes?…That is me.”

The figure jumped off their horse and towered over me, they were as tall or even more tall as my solider child…

Their helmet hid their face. They said no words until they finally spoke with power-

“Branton Noor, I am Cosima, the son of Queen Ofara and Royal Ezlis Noor. I am your grandson here to bring you back to the Netherworld where the rulers await you…at your new home.”

My eyes popped out of my sockets in that moment. All I could muster to say to the tall figure was-

“Apple pie? …You must be tired…come on in, we can talk more inside.”

I waddle to my house and see in the corner of my eye that the knight follows closely behind me…

Oh my goodness…what just happened? Is this real? Am I hallucinating? One moment I was waiting word that they have died or worse…became another person but this? I HAVE A GRANDSON AND DAUGHTER-IN-LAW?!

This…This was definitely not what I expected.

Your son/daughter has been gone for 3 years, fighting the campaign against the demon king as the head of the royal knights. You a humble farmer now have received a letter that the war has ended and now they are coming back to visit you.

Used only for carpentry.

Practicing writing fight scenes. The Gem of Creation calls to me.

The sun beamed down on me on this autumns day, it was unusually hot, which made me and many others uncomfortable.

We knew the day would come that those soldiers from the west would come and take what they think is theirs.

For centuries, we’ve protected this abandoned kingdom of the east. It’s ruins is our home, it has been for so long…I grew up here and so many others. Like my friends.

But we’ve been told that the soldiers of the west would come back…I didn’t believe it until I saw a scout wearing armour that was the colour of sliver, glistening in the sun.

I knew then we would be in danger.

I’ve told my fellow dwellers that our home was to be attacked soon and to be ready, they were coming for something priceless.

Something dangerous that shouldn’t fall into their hands.

One hundred years ago, when the kingdom of the east was only slowly being accepted by nature again, a shining light was coming from the ruined castle.

When we investigated, it was beautiful.

The heart of the Sea.

We swore to protect the precious gem, not many of us questioning why it was in the kingdom of the east’s clutches before it the fall but I believe they wanted it because it connected them to our long forgotten creators.

Where we hoped one day, they would return to us.

If we held onto the gems of creations, like the heart of the Sea we could possibly summon them, but this precious gem in the hands of the west? It would be catastrophic.

The sun still beams brightly…I’m not used to all this sun. Non of us are.

We’re used to the shadows.

I await at the gate. The entrance to the centre of the castle where lies the heart of the Sea. I must be on my guard or those who came to claim it will cut me into nothing but pieces.

So I await at my post until I see them.

A solider? No, a knight.

Whose armour shines a luminous blue and whose helmet is adorned with horns the colour of gold.

And whose sword is sharper then any sword I’ve ever seen.

I pull out my own sword. I throw my cloak aside.

Thus my fate maybe sealed…or theirs.

I charged towards them my sword aiming for their abdomen, they dodge to my right and I swing the sword to my right.

Somehow they dash away from my strike and try to aim for my head, if I was only a few more seconds late I would’ve had a sword in my head but I was able to lunge forward and catch myself before turning quickly.

I throw my sword at them and they dodge, looking at the sword and I’m able to strike them with my dagger. Piercing their chainmail, it caught them off guard and they stagger, I try aim for the eye holes of their helmet but I end up collapsing on top of them.

We fumble for but a moment but I grip onto my dagger as I’m able to stab their eye.

They scream and immediately push me off, I’m without my dagger and I try and catch myself but I fall onto my whole being, it leaves me winded and I look to them.

They get up, they tower over me, I expect them to remove the dagger, it jutting out of their helm but no, they only walk to my direction with a thousand yard stare.

I shuffle back, trying to get some distance but no, their walking is my running speed.

Their sword is by their side as they get to my feet and I feel fear.

This is my end.

Their sword pointed at me, right where my heart is. “Your last words, Dweller?” That last word was filled with disgust at my mere name. At my people’s name.

“!niw reven lliw uoy!” I throw my last bit of dust at the solider and I hear a blood curdling scream.

Their sword clatters onto the cobble stone as I hear their cries, clawing at their eyes, they get on their knees and I see sizzling.

They’re screaming is empty, nothing comes out anymore, they must’ve inhaled the dust. They hold their throat and almost collapse on me but I was able to scurry away before a loud clatter.

I see minor twitching…then nothing,

Dead.

I get up, I’m shaking at what I’ve done.

But I knew it had to be done.

I try to ignore the smell of sizzling flesh and head into the ruined castle, picking up my sword and my cloak, wrapping it around me once more.

Hoping that it can cover me from what I have done.

I open the large metal doors and close them quickly before rushing to the center of the castle.

The Princess’s chambers.

Centuries ago, a war happened between all three kingdoms, North, South and West to try and get the heart of the Sea from the East.

But the princess hid the gem in her room, where she invoked an ancient spell.

A spell that simply made them all disappear.

The kings and queens, the generals and soldiers, anyone who was at the territory of the kingdom of the east were gone. Just like that.

No one dared investigated what happened, a spell that simply made everyone disappear like they never existed scared the other kingdoms into backing off, believing the heart of the Sea was gone with the princess that invoked the ancient spell.

But no, one hundred years ago, the gem shone a brilliant light and came back to life.

I make my way past the halls, the walls covered in moss and vines, tapestries strewn around the place, some old and worn, others torn and shredded from all the time that has passed, I make my way through the long hall and open the doors to the princess’s chamber.

Where in the middle, glows the light of the heart of the Sea. Spinning in mid air, it’s making these beautiful noises reminding me of crashing waves.

I’m unsure what to do, the others must have defeated the other soldiers by now…I should go get them and see what is going on but when I turn to leave I feel this pull…like it’s calling me.

I turn and it’s shining this light that can counter the sun in beauty, I can’t help but step closer.

Before I knew it I was holding it in my hand, I feel the energy surge through my entire body. I feel lighter then air, I hear the ocean waves and I can hear it singing to me.

Telling me…

To find them.

Thus…my journey begins.