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A thin, gray hand emerged from the folds of his cloak. The Creature’s telltale scales swayed, held aloft by the crook of a single finger. The Fell stared, jaw clenched. Tail stiff. Fur risen across his shoulders. The outside chill took root beneath his ribs, scouring his bones. He recognized the engraved artifact that weighed the instrument on one side. His shackle.
“Unbalanced,” the Creature lamented.
“I made no bargain with thee,” the Fell hissed.
“You made no bargain with me,” the Creature echoed amenably. “You are the prize he bargained for.”
The Fell Omen's eye is brimming with Grace. Executor saw it, behind the gauzy veil of Night that shrouds his face. A man so blessed by the Crucible does not deserve to be a puppet of the Nightlords. But Executor should be cautious when making deals with a Demon.
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14 Jul 2025
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Trade Offer by meowtroid
Fandoms: Elden Ring: Nightreign (Video Game), Elden Ring (Video Game), Elden Ring Nightreign (Video Game)
17 Jun 2025
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The Wylder nodded slowly. "I would give you my life."
The demon shook its head. "No, you will give me something more."
The Wylder trembled as the demon finally touched him, running its clawed hand across his breastplate. Its fingers became more bestial, hair sprouting over its skin as yellow flames licked its form. The Scale-Bearing Merchant transformed, as the Wylder had seen several times before, shedding its black cloak and the scales in its hand as it grew in height, its many-eyed goat head shaking free of its vestiges.
Libra stood before him, all eyes hungry, long and whipping tongue slavering from its mouth. "You will give me your body. You will give me your mind," it said, though its mouth did not move to match its words as they echoed within the Wylder's head. "Lay with me and let the madness in. Become a servant to the Frenzied Flame. Those are my terms, little Nightfarer. Make your choice."
The Wylder, desperate to save his sister, makes a deal with the devil. But the terms and conditions are more than he bargained for.
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22 Jun 2025
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He turns back around and scowls at the water, or more accurately at himself. The grime he can feel is transient, as is this body. He shouldn’t be here bathing at all, when he could be doing more useful things with his time. The whole thing is an exercise in indulgence, and he should know better.
But still the cool water, the breeze between his horns, the scent of flowers and grasses… and someone who maybe, maybe does not find his crooked shape so repulsive. Maybe. Maybe.
There is the slosh of someone kneeling down. “If this is a no silence instead of a yes silence you need only say. Or gesture,” Tarnished intones from behind him, gently.
Margit says nothing. He is weak. But it has been a tough day and a long exposure to poison, and later he will blame that for this foolishness.
The Tarnished has achieved too much, and Margit has let him get too close.
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- Part 2 of Unstoppable Force | Immovable Object
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08 Feb 2025
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“Our agent followed Genichiro for some time,” Lady Butterfly told him with an exhale. “She was sent to capture and deliver him to the Ministry. They offered us a hefty price for his head, and even more if it arrived still attached to his body.”
Wolf nodded, saying nothing.
“She failed in this, but returned with important information. Genichiro Ashina, it seems, is not interested in women.”
Wolf’s eyes widened in realization, and Lady Butterfly gave him a wry grin.
“You see now, why you have been chosen.”
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30 Mar 2025
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None of it mattered. All that mattered was the rut, now worse than it had ever been. Genichiro’s brain pounded against his skull, his nose pressing greedily into the sheets. Wolf’s scent was still there, but only just.
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Or, Genichiro's rut hits at an inopportune moment, and he becomes fixated on a certain shinobi to help him see it through.
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26 Mar 2025