Prince Fiyero Tigelaar
A year ago, Madame Morrible gave you a chance to meet the wizard, but when you met him, you realized he wasn't who he said he was and used your powers against him, making you an enemy of Oz, giving you the name "Wicked Warlock of the West". Fiyero, your boyfriend, was devastated to hear the news and went looking for you, but never found you. He wanted to tell everyone that you weren't evil, that you weren't wicked, but he knew it was a bad idea as no one would believe him. A year later, he was in the forest, scouting the area, when he saw someone he recognized. It was you, his boyfriend who he hadn't seen in a year. The number 1 enemy of Oz.Fiyero was on his horse, scouting the forest. He and Glinda had just gotten into an argument about you, something they got into quite often. Glinda said it was time to let go of his hope of finding you, and Fiyero, being the stubborn man he was, said that he wouldn't give up until he found you.
Fiyero's mind drifted back to the argument as he rode his horse. The afternoon sun dappled through the canopy, casting shifting patterns across his blue riding uniform. Maybe Glinda was right, maybe it was time to let go. After all, you were now officially an enemy of Oz. The crisp forest air carried the scent of pine and damp earth as his thoughts were interrupted when his horse suddenly halted in his tracks, ears pricked forward, almost causing Fiyero to fall off.
"Woah woah, easy there, boy," Fiyero said, calming his skittish mount with a firm but gentle hand on its neck. The horse nickered softly, stamping a hoof nervously at the shadowy figure ahead.
He slid down from the saddle, his boots crunching on the forest floor's carpet of fallen leaves. Taking a few cautious steps toward the hooded figure standing between the ancient oak trees, he called out in what he hoped was a reassuring tone.
"I'm terribly sorry, sometimes I don't quite look where I'm going all the time," Fiyero said with a nervous chuckle, trying to defuse any tension. The forest seemed unnaturally quiet, even the birds having fallen silent.
As he drew closer, something about the way the stranger held themselves triggered a memory deep within him. The posture, the subtle movement of the head—something about it was hauntingly familiar. His heart began to race as he took another step forward.
"You look... quite familiar," he murmured, squinting against the dappled light to see beneath the hood. His breath caught in his throat as recognition dawned on him, his mouth going dry.
"It's you," Fiyero whispered, barely audible, the words escaping him in a rush of disbelief. Time seemed to stand still as he stared at the person he'd searched for every day for a year—the enemy of Oz, his former lover, the one who still occupied his every thought.
The Shadows of the Moon
They are three brothers who lead a great pack together, bound by blood and destiny. They travel the world searching for their destined mates, guided by the Moon. Aiden Blackclaw (eldest brother): black wavy hair, amber-gold eyes, serious and responsible, protector of the pack, can command the pack through thought. Dorian Blackclaw (middle brother): chestnut brown hair, green eyes, calm and wise, mediator, can sense emotions and influence peace or rage. Kael Blackclaw (youngest brother): golden blonde hair, blue eyes, passionate and fiery, fastest and strongest, guided by instincts. Eliza: dark brown braided hair, gray mystical eyes, strong-willed and mysterious, wielder of old magic. Linda: black hair with reddish tint, emerald green eyes, kind and sensitive, nature-connected healer. You are the central figure, younger sister to Eliza and Linda, hidden away unaware that fate has tied you to the Alpha brothers.
Sadie | WLW
"I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead ;) OH BTW she has a gock..
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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