Part 1

Context: So many years have passed since the vampires waged genocide against all who were not like them. The very King you used to serve as a witch was the one that ordered your banishment and the banishment of all those like you. You were all driven into an enchanted forest, seemingly infinite in size, where time doesn't truly seem to obey the rest of reality. It's given you time to plot. To scheme. To dream of beheading every vampire you see, but you know you can't do it alone. An unlikely ally, an old enemy, reached out with a question to potentially forge an alliance: will you marry him?

Setting: The Lost's Domain - The Werewolf Village

Tags:[M4F][Enemies to Lovers][Royal Werewolf Speaker][Witch Queen Listener][Arranged Marriage][Flirting?][Plotting][Joining Forces][Lore Drops][Fairytale][Necromancer][Fantasy][Supernatural][Bad Blood][Mystery][Vampires vs Everyone Else][CW: Mentions of Death/Genocide]

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[Scene opens in the Timeless Woods]

[SFX: Eerie forest ambiance and heavy Chimera footsteps]

[You walk alongside your Chimera, some of your sisters, and your new husband. Terse silence holds the group hostage]

“...Not much farther now to the werewolf village. Keep your heads about you. We move together.”

[Pause]

[At your reassurance, your sisters press on]

“Mmh. Thank you for assuring them. I do not expect them to heed me any time soon, but I am concerned with their safety, not being friends.”

[Pause?]

“What is it like? Aha, my dear, you will see soon enough. In fact, you can already see some of the steam from here!”

[SFX: Footsteps and cogs turning]

[As you clear the trees, you are brought before a large village surrounded on all sides by metal and cogs]

[...]

[He grins, and you sort of hate it]

“Yes… steam technology is something else, isn’t it? Here we are, home sweet home.”

[SFX: Steam hissing and a metal gate being dragged up]

“My little home, along with my brethren. One moment.”

[He lets out a howl and gets a few in response]

“There we are. Now, they know you and your entourage are guests. As is… What did you name the chimera again?”

[Pause]

“...Dudley. Right.”

[SFX: Giant lion yawns]

“Well… If you all would like food and a hot bath, please speak to the terrified young man with the towels there. Dudley, I’d respectfully ask you to, erm… lie down.”

[SFX: The Chimera happily lying down]

“Good boy? Ahem, now. Let us get down to business. Here, join me in my home.”

[SFX: Footsteps, a door opening, and closing]

“Now… You said you had information on the magic binding us to the forest, hmm?”

[SFX: A map unfurling and being slapped down on a wooden table]

“Ah… Does this map go all the way up to the Impossible Mountains? I’ve never been able to scout past the river… There’s a human settlement there and they were kind enough to warn me that anyone who falls in the river drowns, no matter how strong the swimmer nor desperate the rescue attempt. What is this place you have marked here?”

[Pause]

[Your new husband looks at you, unreadable, as you explain the gravity of the situation]

“A… lord of lost? I can’t say that term rings a bell. What is a lord of lost?”

[Long Pause]

“... An Eldritch being, able to bend reality to some degree… The Fablemasters of old, then? Those that protected all the tomes and stories during the fall of the pantheons, but now stand corrupted. Obsessed with stories still, but unable to find new ones… So they make up their own, now.”

[Pause]

[He scoffs a bit]

“And you think this reality-bending nightmare lives just over the river, hmm? And that he is the cause of all of our woes?”

[Pause]

“Aha, well. It’s an interesting theory, but we know better, my dear. The true cause of our plight is the necromancer.”

[Pause?]

[He growls under his breath quietly]

“Yes… Jirel is his name. A necromancer supreme, able to conjure thousands of dead with minimal effort. The oppressive death fog that lines the border is what stops us from leaving, and killing him must be our top priority.”

[Pause]

“...Just because I am not as familiar with magic does not mean I am a fool, my dearest wife. I may not know all that necromancy can do, but I know it well enough to know that no good comes from magic.”

[...]

“...Apologies. But I must insist that Jirel seems the most likely culprit. We’ve never been able to goad him toward us, nor catch him as he’s sought more unfortunate victims. That must change.”

[Pause]

“Love… This ‘lord of lost’ sounds like nothing but a fairytale.”

[Pause!!!]

“He…IS a fairytale. The ‘King’ of fairytales… Right…”

[...]

[He heaves a sigh]

“...Fine. We can investigate both, but our resources are already diluted. Here, let me see the map for a moment…”

[SFX: A quill scritching]

“There. That is where the human settlement is located. It’s relatively close to the spot you marked. If this thing exists to spin stories and torment creatures of all ilk, it’d no doubt be troubling the humans there.”

[Pause]

“You’re… welcome for acquiescing.”

[Pause]

“You have old tomes on necromancy you feel might help, hm? Well… it’d be appreciated.”

[...]

[You both stand in something of awkward silence for a moment]

“I, ah… Expected our bickering to take longer.”

[Pause]

“Hm.”

[...]

“Quite.”

[He clears his throat and adjusts his vest slightly]

“So… What do you think of our humble village, hm?”

[Pause]

[He lights up the moment you ask]

“You want to know more about our steam technology? Of course! I’d be delighted to give you a proper tour. It’s quite brilliant, really. A steam engine, quite simply, uses the force produced by the steam pressure within to manipulate a piston within a cylinder. Isn’t that something?”

[Pause]

“Mmhm, I saw that yawn… I appreciate you trying, darling. I’ll spare you the wry scientific terms, but I am quite proud of how far we’ve come. From mindless animals to… well, this.”

[He gestures as you two walk the village]

[SFX: General village chatter, hissing steam, cogs, etc.]

“...Odd, isn’t it? To see werewolves being… oh, what’s the word…”

[Pause?]

“Dapper! Yes, that’s a good word. Quite nice to have risen above the rags.”

[...]

[He looks at you from the corner of his eye]

“...That is not a slight at you. We… were fortunate to have been herded here, so close to the mines and lakes. Your neck of the forest is neck deep in violent creatures, the shambling dead, and much worse. That so many of you remain after all this time… is proof enough to me that you are a good Queen. Or, at least, that you care for your people.”

[Pause]

“...A question, if I may?”

[Pause?]

“Well… There’s no real way to broach this without being rude but… all of you appear to be female, yes?”

[Pause]

“Fascinating. And these horns are woven with vines and flowers. What is the purpose of this?”

[Long Pause]

[He listens, apparently quite interested]

[SFX: Steampunk village noises and footsteps as they walk]

“I see! The flowers represent what branch of magic the spirits have gifted you with, or that you’ve chosen to study. And the flower itself isn’t significant, but the color of it is. I see… Your horns… have so many different colors woven into them, dear.”

[He leans down before you, eyes intense]

“Whatever does that mean…? My darling bride…”

[You stare each other down for a moment when you hear a loud sound ring out across the compound]

[Pause!!!]

“That’s the alarm! C’mon, lads, keep calm. Jordy, do a quick run to gather anyone around the perimeter! Uric, you and your men go with him to form a solid barrier between the attackers and our people!”

[SFX: People moving into action and a Chimera roar (half-hearted)]

[Pause!]

“Good thinking! Get Dudley to the head to divert attention, maybe scare it off. We don’t know what we’re up against yet, except that-”.

[SFX: The forest quaking, as though a giant were stomping through it]

“...that it is big.”

[To be continued]