Another Dead End:

Death is the child of beings and beings are children of life life is a child of existence, existence has siblings, entropy and Negentropy, destruction and creation. Order and chaos. Men and Women. Death is a journary, as it is a reaction, not a state or element. Death I believe, or 'dying' per say is the split moment between living and dead. Life is the reverse, I don't mean to argue against or for abortion but to me, it's just how it all works. The beginning and end of one's life are more widely connected than might start to believe.

You might be wondering why I'm rambering on like this… well I've recently found myself in.. another place? What mean is that one moment I was walking back home from school, done with my track running that day and the next I know weeell, I tripped on a rock. I assure you that was not my intention. My nose is very annoyed at my dumbassery. Personally, I thought I was going to end up on the death end of the spectrum in a quick minute. Ya see, when I tripped I only fell a feet, maybe 4 at most. I luckily didn't die or break anything important, I think at least… Might have gotten a minor concussion, or a bruise. After I fell like a damn brick and rubbed my poor face, I raised myself by my elbows to see a pair of furry? feathery? brown legs. Me spidey sense be a tingling.

I raise my head a bit to see those legs lead to a more feathery than furry chest and head. A tilted head with a beak and beady blue eyes looking down quite confused at me.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I shout, scrambling backward before feeling my back hit a tree. I clam up with terror as I stare up at the creature. I turn my body away from it and protect my head with my arms.

I expected to be eaten or at least brutally mauled by the damn thing. However instead of feeling a beak or claw going through me, I felt something rummaging through my backpack.

"WaH!" I shriek out, being picked by my backpack and swinging me side to side. "Why the fuck?!"

I'm suddenly dropped and poked and prodded by the creature's beak and squaked at repeatedly. It's acting like a dog!

"Alright, alright. Just have it!" I take off my pack and leave for the bird thing. It squeaks happily before vigorously moving things around in the sack, looking. It lets out a final definitively happy squeak. "Uhhh.."

It yanks out an open granola bar and chomps down on it.

"...Really?" I ask, incredulous of this damn big bird looking ass critter. "Ha hahha ha ha… oh good God, I thank your nonexistent ass this one time."

I let myself slump against the tree in relief over the life saving discovery. This is the point where I would find myself to no longer have rest, the moment that I would unknowingly be sealing a lifelong pact. Of taking care of this prideful, ungrateful creature.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with you now?" As it continues to rummage for more snacks, an explosion occurs to my left.

"Why?!" I mutter, and rise to look in the direction of the sound. The bird, horse, thing also turns and lets out an irritated chirp. "That's bad, that sounded real bad..."

I grab and zip out my backpack to start heading towards the sound. Before I can the head off, the beast grabs me by my collar and sets me down on its back.

"Wahh!.. what?" I flail around before being set facing backwards. It starts to move again but keeps a trotting pace.

I grab onto some of its fur, while I figure out how to go from back to front and not fall off embarrassing so. I move my left hand to hold onto its left flank than move my right to do the same. In one smooth motion I swing my legs around, first my left down to my right while pushing myself up as to not fall. I give an extra push to thrust me back locking right leg to its right flank and wrap my arms around its neck as to hopefully not fall off horribly. I hold for a few seconds as my body almost falls, but I manage to push myself back in place.

"Why, why me?" I plead out to the world, all the while the bloody creature speed up. It changes into a gallop and extends its wings in preparation. "I don't know if you can understand me, and you probably can't but I don't think we're taking off and time soooon!"

It leaps. Oh dear lord it leaped.

It also began to flap its wings and fly, like anyone even cares if that's probable to ever happen. It feels too heavy to ever realistically fly even in the best of situations, but hell, this isn't a very standard day is it? All in all, I haven't screamed yet, I'm proud of myself and I'm still alive, another plus and one I've rightfully earned. I do think so myself.

So down to my left is a stream that curves up ahead to cut off travel, its nice, pretty wide from where I see it and has two bridges on it. It comes from the left mountain behind. One's been burnt, I can tell from the smoke floating up, and the other has a load of people on it. I think I can see a carriage?

To my right is a small but thick forest before leading into the sea or a least a big lake. Most importantly though, there's a town… it's small? Not like 10 houses small thats like a village but like maybe 50 houses, probably more since I few seem, well, kinda burnt.

Another fireball erupts taking out the side of a building.

Oookay, so maybe quite a bit burnt.

"Uh, hello bird horse fellow sir, would you so kindly not throw me off but instead take us down to see all that is, quite literally, 'hitting the fan'. Thank you."

"Hmm, I do now realize I'm going insane but I still don't know how to get down. I don't want to say he's a horse and be wrong but it's the only thing I can do."

I take a handful of its neck and yank enough to pull him to slow. I push it's head down with my upper body and have my right foot tap it's belly to have speed up a bit.

"I really hope I remember correctly how the ever living fuck to do this again."

He? She? I'll go he for now for simplicity's sake and hope he doesn't throw me off now, we're still about a few hundred feet up. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it all he does is squawk in irritation than reorientated himself.

I still haven't died. And I don't feel like that's a good thing.

I take another look at the town and notice a few things. One, it's a lot bigger up close. Two, there seems to by a lot of people setting fire to places. Three, people are fighting down there… let my rephrase people are dying down there. There barely any resistance, any defenders at all. The attacking force, while dangerous, are just bandits if anything. Still a bunch of murderous cunts if you ask me. There's one closer to me than the rest, some axe wielding one chasing a red haired women? I don't mean a ginger like bright red, like feminist red hair, but better styled to actually look al natural.

The woman? Girl? Lady? She sees me, and quickly dives to the ground off at the side, and the bandit man? Well, whatever exact creature I'm riding on is called, it has claws and teeth. The look of surprise on his face when he saw me. It's a look to remember, plenty of shock, confusion and fear in one split second. Before death, quite a horrific death, my horse eagle of death got him a fast quick end. Tore his head off with his beak, snapped his neck in two and crushed his chest with a paw. We left a mangled corpse and a crushed head, nothing more.

I want to say I did the noble thing, that I picked the girl up and sent her on her way, but I think she was more scared of me right then than the bandits. She ran off as soon as she could but I believe she lived, looked like the survivalist type to me.

After, I headed on to find more of them, I'll be honest, the blades their using we're odd. I picked up a sword off the third one and pilfered a scabbard for it. I grabbed a knife off the fifth… look I have a thing for knives okay and it had a gold trim. I parried and ran my blade through seven while my partner clawed the hell out of eight. The bastards where going around in pairs till now, came across a group of three, so while we're handling two. The third was sneaking up behind me, I at the time didn't notice him and should probably work on keeping on top of my bloodlust.

Good news though, I didn't die. Gooder news, I made a friend, he's the one who saved me. He truly is a monster of a man. Like think one the tallest person you know and then imagine them next to someone who's a whole foot tall. He's like seven feet tall and had the most serious face known to man. His name… well, okay I did make a discovery too and this is the bad news, whatever he's saying sounds like gibberish. Sound like japanese? Am I racist or just crazy. I'll go with racist, I'd rather not be insane this early into this. Any how, he's 'buff' like not crazy over the top but better than me and most people. Dammit McDonald's. He's got an axe too, iron I think, good make and nice detailing.

We've found another group, an archer and swordsman, helped them out finishing off a group of six-ish. My tall axe friend seems to take charge, he looks good at it.

We found the main group I think. Three swordsmen, four axe men, two spearmen, an archer and a priest robe wearing fellow with a book. Their all surrounding one, quite more well armored dude on a horse. I fly over them one last time before coming back to my group. I just hold up my hands with ten fingers, then another two. Leader axe man points at me than at the sky. Than at the sword and himself down the main road, he points at the archer to do down an alley. They give him a nod, I give a mock salute and we take off.

I fly up and climb onto the two story house we were hiding behind and watch for a good time to strike. Our glorious leader started it off with embedding his axe into a swordsman's head and our swordsman slices the neck of an axe men. My mount tenses up and we pounce on a swordsman before he can try to avenge his fallen brothers. The archer gets lucky and headshots the last swordsman, making him crumple to the ground. One of their axe men engages our leader, he parries and pushes him toward our swordsman who stabs him in the back. Their archer attacks ours with help from a spearman keeping him for letting an arrow fly, and is promptly cut down by the spearman. I'm fighting the priest, he's raising his book and speaking something under his breath.

"AGHHHHH!" OH GOD WHAT IN THE EVERLIVING FUCK.

Lighting really, how?! Just how, how I am I supposed to fight a damn mage… How am I still alive? By the look on his face he's surprised by this too. Should've cast your damn thunder bullshit magic but now I've sliced your face, ha, take that.

Oh god, spear! Back, back, back. Okay do the stand on you hind legs and roar like a lion thing. Good, and now stab. Got him in the neck! Shit I lost my sword, I'll take your lance, thank you my good sir. Oh that's not good, our sword dude injured, he's holding his wounded side. Their fighting against an archer, spearman and two axes… make that one axe, sword man still hanging in there. We take flight again and impale the archer with my lance.

"Whoa, that's too close!" I lean back into my dodge from a sword swipe from the mounted swordsman, new to the fight. My new lance slides out of the dead archer accompanied by a sickening gasping sound from the archer. Must've missed his vital organs, ugh, sorry.

Me and the enemy cavalry cycle each other while our swordsman manages to kill their axe man, not before long being cut down by their spearman. Our leader axes him in the side after successfully calling his feint. My combatant charges me and I hold my lance low hidden from his view at the ready. He slashes me, it digs into the flesh of my shoulder to my upper arm, and leaves a searing pain in its wake. The pain overwhelmed me for a second and I nearly dropped my only weapon. To counter attack, lifting and turning my lance to curve and pierce his unprotected armpit. He raises his blade to block my efforts, my lance slides across his arm, causing a lengthy cut on contact. He drops his sword from the harm, it falls to the ground. The tip of the lance slides past the armor, severing leather straps along the way, sliding past the ribs and ruptures the heart and left lung almost instantaneously.

His horse neighs fiercely and quite frightened as its rider falls off, I pat my own steed for a job well done. My lead shouts something at me, could hear him even if I could understand em. I turn and wave, smalling a small smile while at. I think my left arms fallen asleep, and I fall off my mount, fortunately landing on my right arm for the most part. I can feel water or something pooling around the area of my left shoulder. My mount and lead both lean down to check on me, both watching me with an odd look. My mount with a guilty look. Can a creature like this feel guilty, huh, I guess he is more like a cat or dog after all. Lead is barking at me, holding my shoulder before moving my right arm to hold my shoulder. Silly man, pouring water all over me, heh.

"Oh, hhey so is there something else you need from nme." Lead take out a vial of something and pours some down my throat, a third maybe before I can talk again. My friendly neighborhood magical mount come over to give licks my face after he's done. "Rascal."

"Waait, I chust realized, youra Griffen aren't you? Huh… funny hows that is." I mumble out before passing out from the blood loss and letting my head fall to the floor.

Okay look

I'm writing this cus i got a few ideas I want to expand on, work on my writing, and I wanted to write an actual romancey and sad and grey fic. Really I just want to write at my own pace and in my own manner. Work on interactions and such. Yes, I do know that this will be a self insert, but I wont have me be overpowered. No super fast weapon mastery, probably better observational skills and any real life skills I remember I have and skill I would choose to develop in a new world. I'll have to work out how old I'd be to not die to easily in the new world. Like being too young and weak or to old and tired. (Basic time line stuff. Note: I'd be 16 in this exact chapter)

I would if I was a better writer, personally I want this to be around 60 chapter by the end of it. Other than it being a self insert, it will me being unable to do magic (another chapter will explain this) but make me have a larger than normal or huge magic resistance.(again I will explain this at a later date, ps is there a word for characters having large magic resistances like writers putting themselves into stories being called self inserts and other acronyms)

Robins, ohhhhkay first i'll have female than male than female.(Dont question, plot things or do, I dont control you) I like twin robins tho. If i choose that, fem robin will keep the Robin name, unlike most fic will have her take a new name, i do know why they do tho. Male robin, i'll call Jay like 'Blue Jay' and 'Red Robin'. Cool, calm, 'collected in face of danger' male and passionate 'magic the shit out you' dragon mom. Oh oh almost forgot, fem Morgan will be 'Morgan' and male Morgan will be 'Marc' or 'Mark'... hmm I'll work on it. (Better name will be found) Look I love both of them, their great and dont want to fuck up their speech or anything so I'll work on it.

Time travel, I'll give you the chance to figure out how I'm treating it working out on your own. I've learned from my notes and advice not to treat you all like idiots. But damn I ama throw y'all in a loop cus… sniff, fuck I'm not goina like right that bit, but i will I'll do it to put my thoughts to rest. The HP fandom have some tips I can take so I'll check it out.

I didn't mean to have this take so long…. But i got distracted. By distracted i mean i had homework and finals and unmotivated ideas, aslo college summer classes. I do want to continue my rwby fic and I will, its just that well, season 5 and 6 fucked me up real bad. I have an idea of what to right for season 2 and 3, 4 is just an intermission anyway. I can easily work around Destiny's plot to make, its just that rwby has mucked up dust, semblances, aura and magic. I've started work on unstringing the warn ball mess that is it. Al give you a tid bit tho, I'll clarify that you cant manipulate dust like Weiss if you run out or don't have any aura but you can if you have some sort of levitation ability. I did want to write any rwby fic but I got real stuck on how I would do story after some character interactions. (It was not at all balanced, if you cant tell im a big fan of Thanos and his plan. I also don't like starting projects i know i cant finish, i so I'll find a way to manage it)

(Side note: politics is getting fucking wack, Trump is going to win by the biggest damn landside by anyone will ever seen. Trump will have to strangle the Dems to get any work done after the election.)

PS, I do actually love wyverns and Griffins leave a comment if you know were to get pushies of mythical creatures like them.