I was interrupted the other day when writing. It has been an eventful last few day for sure.
We were attacked by a group of netherans who were female it turns out. Their armor glows an orangey yellow like how males are red and orange.
They came out of nowhere and captured us wondering what we are. I tried to fight but they threatened the kids we just rescued. We went with them to the nether. There we met a netheran named pythus. The female were basically a specialized group of scouts. They told him we were shape shifters but we stayed in a human or felina form and they couldn't tell. That is until this monstrous creature with wings and a back skeleton body and two swords attacked the kids. Snow jumped in front of them and plucked with her own netheran form. All was revealed. She then took a new form that was apparently the what I now know as the angel of death before he was that undead form. She was simply an angle, radiant and powerful. It turns out the form is too strong to be passed to others so it is just her (lucky). We were thinking of making our escape right there but they held a knife to the two kids and threatened to kill them if we dont obey. We are now working in the mines to help them build and get magic from these ores of quartz.
We are under heavy guard and put in this small cell with no windows. It is not too bad, atleast I'm not alone. We just simply talk about all different things and try to keep ourselves sane. I'm worried about ash however, he is very old and may not be able to handle this much longer.
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The Formless
Fantasythe life of a mysterious species and his life in ardonia Also the art is by cloudless who is of course the best
