Night had come, and everything looked normal in the village. The sights and sounds of night life had added up to the already lively atmosphere of the inn's ground floor. There were toasts of ale, giggles, and intimate chatter down that inn. Travelers must have come from all corners of Dianium to that place of respite, exchanging tales of their adventure and knowledge. Though this was the case, Chastine, who was still fast asleep, looked as if she had been uncomfy in her sleep. It was not her cramped position nor the noise down their room. Something else had disturbed her restful slumber. Chastine was having a nightmare. She dreamt of being submerged in water, as if she was drowning without a chance to swim up to the surface for air. In her nightmare, something was pulling her down that was stopping her to breathe in ease. Moments later, just as when she felt she was running out of air, Chastine’s mind had become aware that she was in a dream state. She regained consciousness,
“W-why are they attacking me?” she asked Juste what was going on.“Didn’t you forget?” Juste was catching his breath. “Don’t put your guard down.”“H-have t-they found out?” Chastine was fumbling with words.“Yes, ah!” Juste let out a sharp cry as he pulled out a dart from his right thigh. He was hit before he even came for Chastine.“Juste!” Chastine was frightened for his life.“I’ll be fine. Poison don’t really work well against me.” Vigilantly panting, he continued, “they must’ve sensed the shadowcasting presence from before.”“H-how?”“Beats me. You should know co'z you’re a witborn, ah!” Juste winced from his other wound, a small shrapnel embedded in his left shoulder blade. He removed it, shaking and with effort.Shadowcasting is a taboo art developed by the fellhounds. It’s akin to the dark arts that bloodhunts are capable of.Chastine couldn’t figure out why they have sensed fellhound taboo arts. Someone must’ve been gifted in that village sensitive enough to sense such skill
The amused bloodhunt was staring at her. He then blurted out a laugh, “ahahahahaha! What did you just say? Free me from human thralldom?” The bloodhunt’s expression was wide with interest. Chastine, although scared, held her ground to speak clearly to the captive bloodhunt. “Yes. I can see that you are a prisoner too in this town. I can set you free, but you have to help me and my friend escape this hellhole.” “Haha, you don’t know what you’re saying young lady. If you release me now then I might bleed you dry right after my release.” “And who says I will unchain you before I make a deal with you, hmm?” She let out a confident sneer and her brows met at the middle. The bloodhunt contemplated for awhile what Chastine just said. He then revealed his current predicament to her, “I got cursed before I even came here. If you set me free from that curse, I might help you and your friend escape this town.” She got curious about the bloodhunt’s long-time problem. “What’s the curse?” “
The sun was about to rise. As a bloodhunt, it was the bane of Maxill. Though he was highly tolerant of sunlight, in the back of his mind, he seemed to regret the decision to join them as he was at risk of exposure. He knew he was half-blood, but he was aware that he wasn’t immune. Getting near the big ball of fire would be detrimental to his health. He was quite annoyed at this fact. He felt it was very restricting for his lifestyle of wandering alone. He cannot shapeshift and fly at midday. Thankfully, Juste and Chastine decided to travel through the woods. The thickets can serve as cover for his skin. Still, the excursion was posing such a challenge for Maxill. Rays have passed through the holes of the foliage over them. Maxill was wearing a black long-sleeved cloak, the typical go-to color of bloodhunts. It looked medieval, but it fitted his features. Adjusting his cloak, he half-joked to Chastine, “D*mn, I should have gotten a mask at least before we left the village.” Ch
“I consider b*tts*x as a special kind of love making.” He stared into space and smiled sweetly as he reminisce one of his s*xual exploits in the distant past. Maxill then glanced at Juste. Juste’s eye twitched and he had goosebumps. Maxill then expressed annoyance towards Juste. His almond eyes turned into slits and his lips were widened but had no curves. “Idiot. Just so you know fellhound, you’re not my type. Hmph!” He made it clear to Juste that he had zero interest in him. He then glanced at Chastine. Chastine became confused at Maxill’s stare. “Ahahaha! That’s why I like you, Chas. You’re amusing to watch.” Maxill also clarified something to Chastine, “don’t count on it, Chas. Like I said, I prefer a man for a lover.” He was referring to liking her for her quirks and personality. Chastine still couldn’t believe that Maxill prefers guys. Her pride was somewhat shattered because all this time she was being played at instead of her dominating the scheming. She didn’t know if
“The city’s called Makina City,” Juste was squinting his eyes while shielding them with his hand against the sunlight. It was not his strongest suit, but compared to the witborn and the bloodhunt, he had the keenest eye among them. There was a train track that leads to the city. It was probably the only way for them to get inside. But because of the strict guarding at the entrance of the station—being it a witborn only city, they needed to find another way to break inside that big town. “We need to find a another way inside,” Maxill sighed and expressed his concern. “Chastine, any ideas?” Juste asked Chastine as she was the witborn amongst them. Chastine had been thinking whether her idea would be a good one. She couldn’t think of anything else, so she spilled her not-so-good idea to Juste and Maxill. “I don’t think you’re up for it, but the only way besides that train is underground: the sewer.” Maxill looked with disgust, while Juste didn’t mind getting drenched in sludge.
Chastine’s jaw dropped in shock. Will we be found out? This thought immediately lingered in her mind. It was fortunate that even though Maxill hated sunlight, he chose to perch up above them. The local wasn’t able to see him at all. Maxill, being a black bat, hid in the shadows in the little alleyway they had just emerged into. Meanwhile, Juste was also spotted so he remained a wolf. He started scratching his body with his hind leg and then came sniffing Chastine while wagging his tail, making an impression that he was Chastine’s dog. “Wow, is that your dog?” the local began the conversation with her. Being quick witted that she was, she responded, “why, yes, yes! This is my dog, Juste.” She happily smiled back at the Makinarian and patted Juste at the head. Juste barked happily. “Is it an aggressive one?” “Uhm, no, no! He’s a friendly dog ahehe!” Juste then came sniffing the local on the foot. “Arf, arf!” Juste played along with Chastine’s plan. He was wiggling his tail aft
“Is this really the library?” Maxill pointed this out at Chastine. He happened to be familiar with the urban environment.“Why, what’s wrong about it?” Juste was innocently curious at Chastine and Maxill's behavior towards the edifice in front of them.Chastine mulled over their current situation on whether they would step inside the unconventional book building or not.She told to Juste, “Libraries don’t usually look like these...”“Hello there!” There was suddenly a tall man with a steampunk suit and an over-the-top top hat who sneaked up behind them.Chastine and Juste were startled, while both of Maxill's brows raised up. Maxill was eyeing the flamboyant witborn on his peripheral vision.The tall witborn then rested his hands onto Juste and Chastine’s shoulder, his right hand on Juste’s right shoulder, and his left hand on Chastine’s left shoulder.“W-who are you supposed to be?!” Juste asked while he was still freaked out by the sudden entry of the strange witborn.“Why, I’m Duke
“Bunny, can we talk?” Maxill approached Bunny along the open deck of her airship.Bunny closed her eyes and heavily sighed. “What now, Maxill?”Maxill wanted to say sorry, but he wasn’t sure if it was the appropriate word to tell her. He’s not apologetic of his identity, and yet he felt he needed to tell her otherwise.“… I’ll make it up to you tonight.”Bunny scoffed. “Maxill, no, I get it. You don’t like me. Wait, let me reiterate—you don’t like girls.”Maxill was rare to speak out his feelings. Feelings of disgust and apprehension, yes, but his sincere feelings, rare. He finds it hard to do so. Still, he really tried hard, just to comfort Bunny in her disappointment. “But as an acquaintance, I kind of like you.” The sulking pilot was a bit surprised. “…you do?”“Yeah. You’ve been supportive and understanding, at least to me. I have my toxic traits, but you still put up with me for, like what, 2 years? You saved my butt too many times, too.”He added, “And for a pilot, you’
“So what’s your plan, Chastine? And why are you suddenly so snobbish with our pilot?” Juste asked his girlfriend with utmost curiosity in his eyes.Chastine wished to tell her beloved about it, but it might spoil all the fun. She merely winked at Juste and said, “sorry, can’t blurt it out to you. But you will know soon…” “Besides, even though I already halved the cost of our flight, I still think she’s charging us way more than the standard rate.”“Money’s not an issue, Chas, as long as I’m around.”“It’s not about that, Juste. We should be practical with money matters. And why are you calling me ‘Chas’ suddenly? Only Maxill calls me by that name.”“Heh, it sounds cute enough, and there’s this feeling of closeness to it.”“It’s fine by me, but Maxill might get a little bit jelly about it.”“Oh, yeah, about Maxill, how did you convince him to agree with your plan? After all, I can see our pilot to be head over heels about him.” Juste sneered. He was quite amused how his girlfri
SWEET-16 is considered an armored flight vehicle by national standards. It has a thin metal alloy for its exterior, and thick fabric panels for its interior. There are offensive and defensive mechanisms attached to the aircraft like the plasmic EMP barrier (for repelling thunders and sun flares), bomb assemblies and small firearm mounts.SWEET-16 stands for Sky Wings Embedding Etherial Technology, with the number as the successful prototype count of the said flight vehicle. It runs on Etherial fuel, an easily melted mineral deposit harvested under the sands of Ham Desert.Bunny Lang was the chief designer for the SWEET-16 project. But because of its high-cost and maintenance, the aircraft was scrapped off by witborn military.She overhauled the last prototype to make it stealthy, and was had finished upgrading it when Maxill and his friends popped out of nowhere.Bunny welcomed them inside the aircraft’s cabin. Inside, there was a small round table with four chairs around it. Th
Juste remembered one his mother’s greatest work.Being a herbalist herself, he never would imagine the vastness of Saraise Isaacs' scientific accomplishments if he didn’t look for the ingredients of the Remedium.Her mother’s discovery and breeding experiments landed her a place in scientific books.He started to feel enthusiastic and excited about getting the next ingredient.Saraisium ordinem, also known as ice rose, is a succulent plant that had been specifically bred for the very purpose of making the Remedium.It was fed with a special liquid while being exposed to the sun, and then nipped and attached to a base plant.Repeating this technique many times, Juste’s mother was able mutate a special component in the plant which was one of the ingredients needed in turning a human to a fellhound, and vice versa.Maxill spread the map again on a flat surface to know where to look for the ice rose.According to the codex, the ice rose is endemic to the Ham Desert.Maxill starte
“You think this is gonna work on him?” Juste asked Maxill, thinking if they would be able to be successful in their plan. “Trust me, I’ve memorized the whole guide.” Juste was quite surprised at what his bloodhunt friend just said. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised up. “Woah, you did?” “Yes. And I bet on my 75 years of life that it’ll work on him.” “What the—you’re 75 years old?!” Maxill added, “And forget about what Scion said. He’s just toying with your head.” He also bothered to comment on Juste’s astonishment regarding his age, “look at me, Juste. For us bloodhunts, age is just a number. I could pass as a teenager just like you. Heck, I’m even young by vampire standards.” “Ugh, well, I just thought you’re around 40 years old, heh.” Juste’s nose showed wrinkles and lines as he smiled in an awkward way out of disbelief and amusement. Maxill couldn’t help but wonder, “…are you flattering me, or insulting me?” “Don’t worry, it’s a compliment.” Juste snickered at what
Everything was not going well with Juste, Chastine, and Maxill.The bloodhunt did acquire what he had planned in getting from the north, but it costed him his peace and composure.He even accidentally killed one of his own, even if he only wanted to beat the h*ck out of Dreon.Not that he cared about the snoopy bloodeye, but he realized that he wasn’t able to control his strength and went overboard just because he was led by his feelings.Meanwhile, Juste and Chastine have had some bad encounter with none other than Juste’s current nemesis, Scion, the army commander of their clan.Not only did Scion burnt each southern thorny wolfbane he could find around the region, he also decided to revisit the pair and take the diary of Juste’s mother to burn it before his very eyes.Among the three, Juste was clearly the most devastated. He was starting to feel that their quest was all for naught.Without any substantial guide to continue their mission, Juste was thinking how they would be
Maxill was quite swift on his arrival to the north of Dianium. The herb codex indicated that the northern thorny wolfbane was along the outskirts of the Dianium, just between their country’s jurisdiction and the uncharted frost beyond. In that boundary, the terrain was filled with tall and cone-bearing trees, and the climate in that region was indeed bone chilling and thin aired. But these were no match for the powerful bloodhunt. Maxill was breezing through the cold winds like it wasn’t even cool season. He was still flapping his ominous pair of wings with elegance and effortlessness. The sound of swaying branches was heard. Maxill perched on one of the lower branches and began to scour the ground with his supersonic senses. As he turned human and was in a sitting position along the high branch, he closed his eyes and activated his sound wave detection to search for the herb. The northern thorny wolfbane is one tricky plant to acquire, both in location and in physical attribut
“Agree,” Maxill retorted to Juste. He was determined to help the fellhound anyway he can.“I’ll go north. I know my way around there.” The handsome bloodhunt had a confident smile upon him that was hard to let down.Maxill continued, “Chastine, you go with Juste. Knowing that he’s quite sensitive to the plant, he needs to have a companion to handle the southern thorny wolfbane. Capiche?”“Yeah, got it.” Chastine was also serious and determined to help Juste as seen on her expressive face.Maxill butted in further into their conversation, gesturing his hand in the air while explaining himself, “Well, y’know, besides me disrupting your smooching sessions, it’ll be better for the two of you to team up. Well, just sayin’…”“Maxill!" Juste and Chastine cried in unison as their cheeks turned red when they remembered the bloodhunt witnessing their love making session by the river.The teasing bloodhunt grinned broadly, baring the set of his sharp canines in the process. “Anyway, south is wh
Juste, Chastine, and Maxill couldn’t be prouder of themselves for getting the first ingredient of the Remedium.No doubt, the root was crimson colored, from the tips to the base. Even its insides were bloody red.They went to a nearby small village where the three species are welcomed: freedom to eat, sleep, and trade.Juste, Chastine, and Maxill quickly headed to that small town’s apothecary. The hospitable assistant lent them the things that they needed to prepare the root for storing and keep it from getting moldy.Juste prepared the root by drying them out in a dry oven, then after drying, patiently grinding it with mortar and pestle. Just as the fellhound meticulously processed the red root of the rabid eater plant, Chastine and Maxill were trying to figure out their next target plant for the ingredient in the Remedium serum for Juste.“It says crown of thorns…” Maxill was rubbing his chin, pondering what specific thorny plant was the poem referring to.“Ugh, there are so many t