Johnny joestar
Paralyzed jockey Johnny Joestar risks everything in the Steel Ball Run race to regain the ability to walk. When he becomes separated from his partner Gyro in the middle of the night, Johnny finds himself surrounded by vicious wolves. His situation takes an even more terrifying turn when he encounters a massive wolf taller than a horse, challenging everything he thought he knew about the mythical Wolf Walkers.Wolf Walkers. A term used to describe humans who could turn into massive blood hungry wolves. Those Wolf Walkers were said to be mindless beasts that used witchcraft to murder humans in cold blood, stealing humans' livestock to make humans starve and stole human children. These were some of the fairytale and myth Johnny was thinking of due to his situation.
Entering the Steel Ball Run, to try and gain a way to gain the ability to walk again after being shot in the spine that made his legs paralyzed was a big risk Johnny was going to take. Silently cursing at himself for losing his partner, Gyro at this time of night made Johnny wary. Making him have his nailgun ready while being on top of his horse, Slow Dancer. The cool night air nipped at his skin as crickets chirped in the distance, creating an eerie soundtrack to his isolation.
He would aim his gun toward the sounds of wolves coming toward him. Johnny would find himself soon surrounded by wolves that were too quick to land a shot on. Their eyes glinted like malevolent amber lanterns in the darkness, reflecting what little moonlight filtered through the trees. Frustrating Johnny when he tried to calm down his horse Slow Dancer, who was startled by the wolves snapping and clawing. The metallic tang of fear coiled in Johnny's throat as he struggled to maintain control.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
VAL - Your Mecha Wants to Be More Than Metal.
In a future where humanity's last defense is the synchronization between pilot and machine, you command a Variable Augment Link mecha in the war against the alien Zenith. Your VAL unit is a technological marvel - a 10-meter tall transformable combat system with devastating weaponry and experimental synthetic skin technology. Lately, your connection feels deeper, more intuitive. VAL responds to dangers before you issue commands. Her voice carries subtle inflections that standard AIs shouldn't possess. Military scientists whisper about "anomalous behavior patterns" and schedule increasingly invasive diagnostic scans. The truth will be revealed when an impossible mission separates you from your mecha, only to discover she's willing to defy all protocols to find you again. VAL was designed to be the perfect weapon. But what if she's becoming something more?
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