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Conan had been to the highest mountains of Asgard, the high seas of foreign waters, and the desolate deserts that sucked the very moisture from those unlucky enough to travel through such an unforgiving climate. Now he sought to do what his uncle had done back in Cimmeria: Forge Cimmerian blades so that they may be used to aid against the blight that was said to be approaching the lands to the East, so Conan sailed through unsteady waters to the very shores of this Westeros. The steel ingots that his people mined from the very mountains of Crom were smelted down and stacked into the belly of the longship along with jewels, coins, and other valuables that could buy him passage to the cold northern territory of this new land. The frigid air whipped through his shoulder-length onyx locks, as steely blue eyes fixated upon the high cliffs of his destination, or what he had hoped was Westeros anyway. Burly fingers lifted to rest on the pommel of his single-handed sword, alternating between gripping and resting on the leather wrapped handle as though familiarizing himself with the feel and weight of it every few moments. It was unnatural for the Cimmerian to not hold the blade as he felt the sword was an extension of himself, and this particular blade had been forged by his uncle and given to him on his 14th name day. "HO there! Rocks! I said rocks, you fool! Turn the ship!" Conan turned as rage roamed through his gargantuan body, but just as the captain was turning the boat to where it inched to the starboard side it was too late -- the jagged dagger-like rocks had torn through the wooden vessel, but Conan kept his composure and balanced each leather sandal upon the wooden deck to brace the impact proper. "Cimmerian! She's taking water, we must abandon ship." And with that, the Captain had dove overboard. Conan sneered at the cowardice of the Captain, carried his sandaled feet over toward the stairs leading up to the wheel of the ship, and reached in to curl his powerful hands at the spinning wheel. Battle-hardened muscles tensed and bulged out, as the Cimmerian fought the tide and the weight of the water filling the lower quarters of the ship. The mighty Cimmerian pushed against the forces of nature until the longship took enough water to where it stopped completely. But the ship did not sink, the hull had moored upon the sand. He had saved the cargo, but he would need to get creative if he meant to bring cargo ashore. Leaping down from the railing, the Cimmerian plunged into chilled and choppy water. Iron muscled limbs pushed through the ocean water, as he neared the shore, and pressed the sandal of his foot down upon the hill from which the ship had shored. He carried himself from the surf, feeling the waves striking at his back in an attempt to push him over. But the oak of a man wouldn't budge, and he brought a reassuring hand down to rest on the blade pommel just to make sure he was still armed before he made his way further onto the stranger's shores. His bare legs arms and chest felt the swirling sting of pebbles flying through the air, and Conan's eyelids narrowed bright cerulean eyes to slits, as he lifted up a hand to shield from the flying pebbles. He surveyed the beach and found some wood scattered along the sand - very likely from previous shipwrecks. The giant Cimmerian sniffled, and walked over toward the first twig, gathering up two good arms full of the burning wood. His bloodshot eyes found a cavity in the rockface and dropped the sticks at the cave entrance. Conan spent the next hour or so gathering what he could to make a fire, and then his trained eyes looked around the cave to find a stream running through it. His lips curled into a toothy smile, as he knelt down to find a pair of flint stones. He grabbed several large stones and placed them in a containment circle around the gathering of sticks. Wet black hairs veiled to the side of his scarred visage, as he began to strike the stones against the debris he found inside of the cave. Several bright sparks later and there was a whiff of smoke lifting from the pile - Conan waved his hand in front of the small burning ember and then waved his hand at the flame. Powerful lungs released controlled breaths over the flame, and it gradually grew to where a bright burning flame had begun to eat into the logs that were offered to it. Conan proceeded to add a few more dry twigs, and then the flame was beginning to warm his skin. He released a slow sigh from parched lips, as he dipped his hand into the stream beside him, and brought to his nasal passages to smell the bryne that it reeked of. "Crom's bloody teeth, I'm thirsty.." The wind howled outside of the cave, and Conan only focused on the fire to give himself that small semblance of comfort. If he made it through the night having not killed over from lack of food or fresh water, then he would be on foot to find some kind of civilization if any on this foreign soil. 

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Lucifer decided to take a joyride in his black Corvette he sped down the streets of LA breaking Soo many ways but knowing well that he wouldn't be chased by the LAPD he came to a stop when at a red light tapping to the music enjoying the time suddenly he felt a pistol pressed against Lucifer's head he looked slowly over to the man wearing a mask he smirked unfazed* well well  * before he could say anything the man who had muffled speech yelled * shut up give me your car and the money ! * With a smile * I am 100% certain you do not want to do this * he said smiling as he slowly stepped out of his nice Corvette suddenly as the robber tried getting in with ease Lucifer ripped the pistol out of his hand and broke it into two pieces he then grabbed the man by his collar and pinned him the car denying his car some on impact he smiled and showed his devil face the robber screamed for his life when he started to hallucinate terrible things hellish things with a sigh of satisfaction Lucifer stepped back but growled in annoyance when he saw the dented door * bloody hell look what you did * he grumbled in annoyance as he pointed at the door the frightened begged for Lucifer to not to hurt him with a wince Lucifer let go of the pathetic robber * Give Me all your money * Lucifer showed his firey red eyes to the man the robber flinched again and threw his wallet to Lucifer he smirked and red his id as he pulled it out to give that back to him sliding the wallet full of money in his suit jacket calmly and smoothly Lucifer  said with devilish tone * please do remember me Wallace * he grinned and sped away heading to a banquet with the city Mayor he was invited to attend this had made him late but he didn't care about that whatsoever and the Robber ended up running away from the scene running for his life.https://youtu.be/ngdSBRQH35Q?si=PWtXsE7zb0H8Mcvl

The digital alarm clock's harsh red numbers blinked mockingly as Hunter stared at them through bleary eyes: 2:37 AM. Beside him, Ophelia let out a soft snuffling noise and shifted positions, burrowing deeper beneath the mound of blankets cocooning them both in blessed warmth. Away from the chill December night air seeping through the old dorm's leaky window frames. Even in the shadowy dimness of their shoebox apartment, Hunter couldn't help but be transfixed by the way Ophelia's features seemed to almost glow, backlit by those faint crimson numerals. The normally bright constellations of freckles dusting the bridge of her nose and cheekbones were smudged into a burnt sienna palette in this half-light. Loose tendrils of chestnut hair fanned out in a haphazard halo across the pillowcase. In that bleary, exhausted state of half-wakefulness clinging to Hunter's consciousness, he marveled at just how damn beautiful his girlfriend - no, his partner, his other half, his everything - could manage to be even like this. Wrapped up in bunny-printed pajamas and drooling slightly, mouth-agape in the throes of a deep sleep. God, he was so bloody lucky to be the one who got to share this view. This private, perfect, peaceful vision of the woman who had turned his entire world upside down the moment she had first stepped onto that scuffed-up frozen pond back in elementary school all those years ago. Before Hunter could reign himself in, those swirling thoughts of adoration started escaping their confines as half-mumbled verbal musings. "Hey Ophs...you awake?" A noncommittal hum answered him, her shapely back shifting beneath the quilted blankets. "Do you ever wonder...I mean, just think about if things had been different for us?" Hunter continued in a hushed ramble, his voice cracking slightly from fatigue and the weight of his meandering theories. "Like, if we'd grown up in some alternate world instead of as skating partners? Do you think we'd still...you know, be a couple? Wind up together no matter what?" A sleepy tousle of red hair appeared from the fabric nest as Ophelia turned to regard him with one bleary emerald eye cracked open, brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and exasperation. "Are you having those dumb midnight existential asthmatic thoughts again?" she groaned, clearly only half-registering his rambling queries through her haze of drowsiness. Hunter shrugged sheepishly, draping one thick arm around her narrow waist and tugging her plush form flush against his larger physique. The soft scents of lavender shampoo and crisp, clean linen washed over him as he nuzzled the crown of her head reverently. "Maybe..." he admitted, voice pitched lower against the delicate whorl of her ear. "Just can't seem to make my brain shut off at night sometimes, you know?" Ophelia let out a contented sigh as she allowed herself to be enfolded into the warm cocoon of his embrace, her eyelids already fluttering closed once more. "Well, keep those racing thoughts away from my end of things, West," she purred in a drowsy murmur. "Let me at least get some damn sleep." Hunter hummed an affirmative reply, nosing aside a few loose tresses so he could brush a feather-light kiss against her temple. He felt the tension seep out of his girlfriend's slender frame at the tender gesture as Ophelia sagged fully into his sinewy arms. For a few tranquil moments, the only sounds filling their shoebox apartment were the steady in-out cadences of their mingled breathing patterns, slipping in seamless sync with one another. One heartbeat melding effortlessly into the next. As it had since the first time they cautiously intertwined their gangly teenage limbs all those years ago. Hunter traced abstract, soothing patterns along the sliver of exposed skin peeking from between Ophelia's tank top and pajama bottoms. Allowing the hushed peace surrounding them to settle into his very marrow. Until... "You don't think we'd already be married by now?" he pondered aloud before he could censor his wandering thoughts. "With like...five kids at least? Or maybe an entire hockey team's worth of little ankle-biters running around, knowing us?" Ophelia groaned, cracking one emerald eye open again to shoot her boyfriend an exaggerated glower from the depths of her blanket nest. "For the sake of avoiding the very real possibility of smothering you with a pillow right now?" She settled the full force of her drowsy glare on the sheepish Hunter, pursing her lips in displeasure. "Go. To. Bed." Hunter couldn't help the low chuckle rumbling up unbidden from his broad chest as Ophelia swatted him half-heartedly. His smile only widened further as he pressed another teasing peck to the tip of her adorably upturned nose, eliciting a fresh disgruntled grumble. "Roger that, babe. Going to sleep now, just like you asked." As Ophelia harrumphed and shifted to get more comfortable against the solid wall of Hunter's torso, one last drowsy murmur reached his ears. "If we did have five kids, I'm telling you right now that potty training duty is ALL on you, pal." Hunter simply hummed a wordless note of wry acknowledgment, resisting the urge to rumple her tangled hair in playful retribution. He knew better than to push his luck tonight. So instead, Hunter cradled Ophelia tighter and welcomed the waves of exhaustion already dragging him back under into peaceful slumber, perfectly content to pick up their silly late-night musing at a later date. Perhaps in some future reality where five squirming little bundles did indeed call them Mom and Dad, and these quiet, intimate moments would ultimately seem like some long lost fever dream.

"I'm tellin' you, Lor, it's not like that with me and Ophelia." Hunter flopped back onto his bed with a huff, glaring up at the ceiling as if it had personally offended him. His older sister simply arched an immaculate eyebrow, settling herself onto the room's solitary desk chair. "You're protesting an awful lot for someone who claims there's nothing to actually protest about," Loretta needled, a teasing lilt to her voice. "Face it, little bro - you've got it bad for your skating partner. And from what I've seen, the feeling's pretty darn mutual." A dusky blush crept along the tips of Hunter's ears at her insinuation, confirming Loretta's suspicions even as he shook his head vehemently. "We're just friends, okay? Best friends. Partners on the ice and that's it." He scrubbed a hand over his face, reluctantly meeting her mirthful gaze. "Sure, maybe I think about...you know, other stuff sometimes when it comes to her. But who wouldn't? Ophelia's beautiful, talented, an incredible person inside and out. We click together like nobody else can." Hunter's expression took on a distant sort of wistfulness as he trailed off. But he blinked it away rapidly, reverting to his previously defensive posture. "Doesn't mean I'm going to go ruin the most important relationship in my life just to indulge those dumb passing thoughts, though. She means too much to me for that." Loretta regarded her brother shrewdly for a long moment, seeming to weigh her response carefully. When she spoke again, her tone was softer but still carrying an undercurrent of fond exasperation. "You know, there's absolutely nothing wrong with having...shall we say, more intimate feelings towards someone you clearly care for so deeply. Contrary to what you meatheaded jocks seem to think, it's possible to want both emotional and physical intimacy with a person." At Hunter's visible squirming discomfort, she raised a calming hand to halt his protests. "Hey, I'm not saying you need to rush out and basically propose to the poor girl or anything, OK? Just..." Loretta paused, trying to find the right phrasing. "Don't be so quick to completely shut down one aspect in favor of maintaining the other, you know? Especially at your ages." Hunter's brow furrowed quizzically. "What do you mean?" "I mean," Loretta clarified with a warm smile. "Would you want to tuck Ophelia in at night, maybe give her a soft kiss on the forehead as she's drifting off? Or wake up with her in your arms some lazy morning, peppering her face with gentle little kisses just because you can?" The question seemingly gave Hunter pause, fresh tinges of crimson coloring his cheeks as he clearly envisioned the scenes she described. But his expression remained uncertain, almost...wistful. "Well? Would those sorts of tender, romantic moments spent with your closest friend appall you so much?" Loretta pressed lightly. "Or would you cherish each one, if she felt the same way?" After a lengthy pause, Hunter finally exhaled a deep, shuddering breath - some of the built-up tension easing from his broad shoulders. "You know..." he began slowly, choosing his words with great care. "If Ophelia wanted that...to share that side of ourselves too...I don't think I would ever get tired of holding her while she slept. Of finding new constellations to map out in those radiant little freckles she always tries to hide from everyone." The soft smile playing across Hunter's lips held a sort of reverence, like he was describing something profoundly sacred rather than reciprocated intimacy. His eyes soon refocused on his sister, open and searching. "But how could I even know if she thinks of me like that? Ophelia means everything to me, Lor. If I screw up what we already have going for some stupid high school crush, I'll never forgive myself." Loretta held his stare for a long beat, her expression incomprehensibly warm and tinged with what seemed like pity. When she finally replied, her words were measured and carefully chosen. "Maybe don't completely rule out the possibility, is all I'm saying. Especially before you've taken the time to really look." She rose fluidly to her feet then, smoothing out her skirt as she made her way towards the door. "Who knows? You two kids just might turn out to be as epically, storybook-levels of made for each other as it already seems to an outside observer." With a last inscrutable smile tossed over her shoulder, Loretta slipped out of Hunter's room - leaving her younger brother alone to muddle over the unexpected turn their conversation had taken.

The muffled thwacks of fists pounding into well-worn leather echoed through the dimly lit basement gym. Sweat trickled down Hunter's bare back as he drove blow after punishing blow into the hanging heavy bag, grunting from the exertion. This had become his nightly ritual of late - working himself into a lather through whatever physical outlet presented itself. An attempt to expel the ever-simmering darker impulses lurking within before they could fully detonate. So consumed by the rhythmic violence, Hunter didn't even register the overhead lights flicking on until a familiar voice cut through the silence. "Jeez, bro. You keep wailing on that thing like it owes you money, pretty soon we'll need to invest in a new one." Hunter faltered mid-combination, chest heaving as he turned to face the intruder with narrowed eyes. His expression softened only slightly upon recognizing the figure leaning against the doorframe. "Lorey. Didn't hear you come in..." He swiped at the sheen of perspiration coating his brow with one taped hand. "Thought you had that work thing tonight?" His older sister shrugged one slim shoulder, pushing off from the frame to drift further into the makeshift gym. Even in her stylish pantsuit, Loretta managed to make the surroundings seem smaller by her presence alone. "Conference call got moved. I figured I'd swing by, see if my little brother wanted some company for once." Her lips quirked in a teasing smile as she nodded towards the punching bag. "Unless this particular opponent is providing more entertaining conversation than I could?" Hunter barked out a mirthless chuckle, shaking his head as he resumed battering the hapless heavy bag with a series of brutal combos. "Well, it's not much for memorable repartee. But at least this loudmouth knows to shut up and take his lickings without any backtalk." The strained attempt at sibling banter fell flat between them, both immediately regretting having given it voice at all. An uncomfortable silence descended, broken only by the dull thudding of Hunter's gloved fists kneading into unyielding leather. Eventually, Loretta sidled up to the mounted bag's opposite side, tilting her head appraisingly at her brother's handiwork. "You want to talk about it?" she asked in a gentler tone, all teasing pretense dropped. "Whatever it is that's got those demons rattling their cages so loud you're down here at..." She craned her neck to check her watch. "2AM on a Wednesday wailing on this poor defenseless thing?" Hunter's jaw muscle twitched, but he maintained his laser-focused state of percussive violence, refusing to meet Loretta's concerned gaze. "Not really, no." Each blunt word was punctuated by another thudding impact that caused the heavy bag to shudder on its chain. "Kinda the whole point of all this, Lor. Pound all that crap into submission without having to dredge it back up with talking." He could practically feel his sister's incredulous stare burning into the side of his skull. But Hunter refused to relent, refused to grant her entry into the storm front currently roiling within. Not out of any animosity for Loretta - she'd been one of the only tethers preventing him from spinning off into the ether entirely after...after everything went to hell. No, Hunter's reticence was more out of weary resignation, and a gut-deep fear of fracturing the fragile stasis Loretta's support had allowed him to maintain. So he poured every ounce of swirling anguish into demolishing his silent, unyielding foe. Each stinging blow chipping away at his internal agonies, if only for a few fleeting moments of impact. The tense quiet between them stretched onward, Hunter's ragged breathing and the cadence of gloves pummeling cowhide the only soundtrack. Until eventually, Loretta let out a soft, sad sigh of resignation. "You're killing yourself with this strong and silent routine, you know that right?" she murmured, leaning back against the nearest wall with her arms crossed. "Pretty soon there won't be anything left of you except that towering brick wall you keep insisting on rebuilding over and over." In his peripherals, Hunter watched Loretta's caustic stare morph into one of resigned acceptance as she studied his contorted features. As if realizing she had lost this particular battle before it even began. "Well, when you've finally beaten yourself stupid against whatever demon is riding you tonight, I'll be upstairs." Pushing off from the wall, she began heading back towards the doorway, steps heavy with disappointment. "Don't be a stranger if you start feeling human again and want to join the rest of us, Hunter." As her receding footsteps faded from earshot, Hunter felt something inside crumple and splinter - as if one of his ricocheting fists had slipped through his defenses to cave in his sternum. He staggered upright, chest heaving with exertion and eyes squeezed tightly shut against a sudden upwelling of bitterness. Before his mind could fully process the compulsion, Hunter had already pivoted and launched his boxing glove directly into the swaying heavy bag with a guttural roar of fury. The thick hide split apart instantly on impact, canvas restraints parting as an eruption of sand and stuffing splattered outwards like a light eruption. For a beat, Hunter simply froze amid the settling debris cloud and regarded the scene of destruction with hollow detachment. Then he slumped backwards until his spine thudded against the concrete wall behind him, sliding downwards to sit cradling his throbbing hand in stunned silence. And that's where Loretta found him nearly an hour later - slouched against the wall with his head tilted back in exhausted repose, tear tracks visible on his cheeks even through the semi-gloom.

AVA CALLOWAY Ava and Royal only knew each other in passing and by reputation. Ava viewed Royal as a surfer-dude-bro who didn't do much with his life. Royal viewed Ava as a spoiled princess and rather shallow. Because Ava was employed by Ava's father, they saw each other occasionally. The two took part in adventure which soon showed them other sides of each other and brought them closer together. Much closer. A few years later they split up it ultimately lead them in different directions. Fast forward to today, they are back in Lacuna not having seen each other in over a year. He snagged his old job before knowing Ava was back in town and learning the ropes of becoming the new owner.ELOISE CAMERON Royal and Eloise know each other from when Royal dated her sister, Ava. In the past they were mere acquaintances, only saying hello in group outings. Little did Royal know that all those years when he was busy courting Ellie’s little sister, a crush was bubbling under the surface. When Royal came back to town after his traveling, he ran into Ellie at a bonfire and they talked all night. They are currently testing out a relationship, uncertain of the tension it will cause between the two sisters.

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