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I love romance, and I don't know why. Please don't hate on my work, but constructive criticism/critiques/other comments (like my alliteration?) are all welcome. Enjoy. Or don't. I'm also really bad at spelling, and I try to catch everything, but if you see a typo let me know.

-Everest, the ever delightful

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Directory:

-The Introduction of Midnight (and Sphinx) [Complete]

-Night Shade [Complete]

-Riven: Part 1 [Complete]

-Escarletta [Incomplete]

Other Stuff

The Introduction of Midnight (and Sphinx) [Complete]

It was awfully quiet when the streetlights flickered out for the fouth time that night. The cat sprang down from the brick wall, landing soundlessly, body rippling to absorb the shock. Its fur was the color of starry nights, it's eyes deep pools of blue. It was rather small, though light on its paws, dancing easily through the maze of houses, soundless, almost as though it was a phantom, never here.

Stopping at the end of the street, it tilted its head, as though listening to some wordless melody. It's whiskers were ruffled by a soft breeze, then it spun, as light on its feet as ever to face the approaching figure. It gave the feline version of a smirk, lips ticking upwards, eyes narrowing.

"Hello Sphinx." Purred the cat.

Sphinx paced the edge of the alleyway, though the darkened lighting did nothing to help with any onlookers view of them. At first glance their fur appeared to be bone white, though hints of unnatural pink were sprinkled throughout.

"Where did my wings go?" Sphinx was clearly agitated, though it only furthered Midnight's amusement. It was a vicious cycle.

Midnight gave a lofty shrug, their attention already piqued on the storm clouds that had begun to blanket the quaint neighborhood. "How should I know?"

"You always know you little demon-" Sphinx was cut off by a cold glare from Midnight.

"Watch your tongue." Strange for such a little cat to be giving orders to such a large wolf, yet there were hints of unnaturalness, perhaps super naturalness in Midnight. Sphinx understood that the cat wasn't to be trifled with. And Midnight understood the same.

Sphinx might not be as powerful as Midnight, and he was without his wings, yet the broad-chested wolf excluded an aura of dominance and power. These two were an odd couple for sure, but together they were damn near unstoppable. Apart too. Unless Everest showed up.

"Alright Sphinxy, let's go find your wings." Muttered Midnight, sauntering off into the shadows.

"Wait! Midnight, wait up!" Shouted Sphinx, sprinting after them, and vanishing, just as silent and souless as they arrived.

Night Shade [Complete]

The wind was howling, sending snow directly into the young males face. He narrowed his eyes and pushed through, aware of the complete emptiness surrounding him on either side. He was totally alone, and hopelessly lost. The sharp sting of the frost bit into his skin, and he shook himself out, fluffing up his fur again. Winter time was cold. He didn't like it.

No duh winter is cold.

"Enough, Hemlock." He growled out loud. The annoying ghost of a wolf was always following him around, peppering his thoughts with his own opinions. Night Shade hadn't had any luck in blocking him out, so he was forced to deal with the endless torture of someone constantly judging him. And reading his thoughts.

I don't constantly judge you.

In truth there was more than one reason Night Shade didn't like Hemlock in his head. But he wasn't going to think about those.

And why would that be, Night Shade?

"Hemlock." He said, frustrated. The ghost faded in briefly out of the corner of his eye, then vanished again. Night Shade focused his thoughts solely on what he was going to catch. Maybe a rabbit, or a rat. The pack was running low on food, and Escarletta hadn't been any help as of late.

I like rabbit.

"You're dead." Snapped Night Shade. He knew he could logically just think something, and Hemlock would immedeatly know, but it felt weird to be having a thought-battle with a ghost wolf. Although that was what ended up happening because Hemlock couldn't actually talk to him.

Yes I can.

"No you can't. You can only say weird things inside my head and drive me crazy." Ranted Night Shade, ducking under a nearby rock outcropping to escape the howling wind, giving himself a vigorous shade to warm up, and sending flurries of snowflakes everywhere. Several were brushed aside by an imaginary wind as Hemlock faded in again.

You can't keep denying your feelings for me.

Yes I can. Snipped Night Shade back. See, I can do the weird creepy mind communication thing to. You're not that special Hemlock.

Yes. But I would rather you didn't try to prove your point by dying.

Night Shade stopped short, realizing he was about to walk onto a recently frozen lake where the ice was thin enough you could see into the water. Admittedly enough, he did like Hemlock, and the obnoxious ghost could be quite helpful sometimes.

See

Night Shade finally accepted he wasn't going to be able to catch anything, and the storm was getting worse, the bite of the wind had fangs now, and they were driving into his skin. Keeping his head down, he rushed through the increasing whiteout, following the path he knew by heart. Left here, ten paw-steps forward, right here.

"Alright, now shut up Hemlock." He ordered. There was only an indignant huff from the ghost, which was a relief. Usually he tried to argue his point.

Night Shade scrambled up to the hunters den, and flopped down dramatically into his nest, burying his nose in the moss and curling up tight. A breath brushed his ear. Escarletta, another hunter.

"Flirting with your ghost boyfriend again?" Muttered Escarletta in his ear, not without a touch of humor.

"He's not my ghost boyfriend."

"The definition of a ghost is a dead spirit that wanders this mortal plane."

"I meant he isn't-" Night Shade attempted to clarify.

"Don't even try Nie. I've seen him, he's quite handsome."

You let Escarletta see you?

Only special wolves can see me.

"Shut up Hemlock."

Wildthorn said:

Zamn, this writing is pretty dope! keep the good stuff up.

So Night Shade isn't complete, but I'm an inconsistent writer who acts on the thoughts in their head.

Riven: Part 1 [Complete]

Riven paced the edge of the platform. It stood on the shores of the lake, along with six others that ringed it. His amber eyes took in the magnificent scenery, but his brain was far elsewhere. He was thinking about someone who he definitly shouldn't be thinking about right now. Who he most certainly shouldn't be thinking about right now.

Frustrted, he gripped the hilt of one of his knives and ran his hand along the edge of the hilt. Eversor. Destroyer.

River tilted his head back and pressed his thumb deeper into the groove, closing his eyes and forcing every distracting thought to the back of his head. Including the thought about-

No. Stop it Riven, what's wrong with you?

This had never happened to him before, this frustrating, irritating, perplexing feeling where there was only one person he could think about. And Riven wasn't allowed to love this person, to want this person, to have this person.

Fuck.

He turned his head away, fixing his gaze solely on the glassy surface of the lake. No, this wasn't happening. This definitly wasn't happening. Riven was just dreaming. He was fine, and any second now he would wake up, and he wouldn't be in this nightmare of a situation.

A hand rested lightly on his shoulder. "Riven?"

No.

He pasted a smile on his face, and turned around, dropping into a deep bow. "Your Highness." He didn't dare look up, didn't want to show all the feelings that were thundering through his eyes.

Please don't be at this platform. Please, Gods, have mercy on me.

"Swan said I was training here."

To be continued

Escarletta [Incomplete]

Maybe in some ways she was jealous of Night Shade. He had Hemlock, and it was obvious how much they loved each other, as much as the vexing wolf tried to deny it. She had no one. She'd made it her life long mission to have no one. Loving someone made you weak. Each of her family members had fallen at her paws.

And maybe in someways, she didn't believe she was worthy of anyone's love. She had commuted horrendous crimes. She didn't deserve anything more than she had clawed her way to. She wasn't pious, or perfect, or sweet, or even naive. She was ruthless and deadly. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

But maybe she did want someone, someone nice and sweet, someone who could counter her. Maybe she did want someone to comfort her, and someone to tease, and someone to laugh with. Maybe she did want that.

Love makes you weak.

"Not necessarily." Hemlock. The ghost wolf had strayed away from his near permanent spot by Night Shade, and padded over to her. She wasn't particularly surprised he had managed to sneak up on her, despite her excellent hearing capabilities. He was a ghost after all.

"Shouldn't you be over there flirting with Night Shade?"

"He keeps ignoring me." Hemlock sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws. "Something's up with you Scarlet." His nickname for her drove her absolutely wild, and he knew it. She forced her fur to lay flat, though she was seriously considering throttling him. The little brat.

"Just staring at your relationship at trying to hold in all the contents of my lunch." A flat lie and she knew Hemlock could see right throught it. It was simply a reminder to him to watch himself.

He shrugged his shoulders, the weird transparency of it all causing a flicker of unease in Escarletta's gut. She really hated Hemlock sometimes. The ghost wolf was very good at piercing her delicatly crafted shells of bitterness and anger straight to her admittedly soft heart. She hated him for it.