Nor Stories

A soldier has been awakened by one he once considered a teacher, Alma Cortez. Ae'milu was part of TAP 2, the ARMADA proyect, created by Mercer, directed by Harding and taught by Adrew Samuel Gendricks. His ideas of freedom had been taken away long time ago, but the desire to see his sister and his old friends is still there; unfortunately RDA is near and his war mentor is never far away. He must protect the ones he love and care for, and to do this, he can't follow the old ways, its time to carve his own, even if not everybody likes it. Writers note: these are the longs texts of this arc, the complete story is posted on my instagram.

After you and the other Sarentu escaped TAP with the help of So'lek. Nor decided it was time to make good on a promise he made long ago.

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@DARKppoem

No one ever listens, to Abigor. Generally, you should probably listen to the demon that literally guards you solely because you own him. Buuuut, sometimes, ya don't. And then shit gets weird, and it's slightly alarming but also... intrusively enticing. Enter Nor, the doubtless and care free witch who can't control her habits and has a terrible problem with accidently bringing back the dead... and often falling in love with them. Until, you know... they eventually die again. Pretty bad hobby really, already, not looking too great there for Nor. But at the same time, Wolf was different. She didn't even know who he was. He was from her head... right? Then, enter one Mr. Wolfgang Shanks. However, it appears that in some sort of experiment or mathematic equation gone, well. Clearly, that most certainly went very wrong... he certainly was not a 450+ year old man anymore. Apparently, certainly somehow, Nor found a way to break the divide. Remember. Remember everything. But so much time had passed and the young man standing in front of her, was not the Wolfgang that she was forced to forget. Now, he was the man that her soul was telling her meant a lot more to her than she recalled. A LOT, more. Welcome to a land of smut. It's dark, twisted, and NOT FOR MINORS... you know who you are.... so. You've been warned. Abandon all hope ye who enter here...

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"The sea we swim can be for survival or fun But it depends on how far from shore we come. The sea we swim is filled with beauty and terror Both equally magnificent even with errors. The sea we swim is what we call life The sea we swim only turbulates with strife. The waves are only ever caused by other's tiny splash but ripples bigger as the time begins to pass. But eventually, it's calm in our own little world and eventually, you see the wonder unfurl." Through joy or pain, my goal is to write one a day.