Now that I've got a better idea of the
history, I can take more free-ranging prompts. Plus I've got some surprises tucked away that I want a chance to spring on people.
Two requests, four to
suzukiblu,
dark_puck,
spyridona,
gigabomb, and
floranna. I reserve the right to fill one and call it done. If I don't like a prompt, I'm just going to skip it entirely.
Have at.
MEME IS CLOSED.
He rolled silently to his feet and reached for his swords. He'd never felt anything this powerful - even Aang hadn't felt like this. Though, a few times, in the far distance, he felt gouts of celestial power rising up in a flare, only to snuff moments later.
This, though, was steady, powerful, and vile.
He listened to instincts he could not name, slipping silent and soft as he sought the demon.
He found it at the prow of the boat, wings folded around someone smaller and vulnerable. Jet shuddered and prepared to charge; he had to save whoever-
Wings shifted and clouds peeled back from the moon. Lee was curled against the demon's chest, expression empty-
Tiger-stripes like shadows on both their skins.
Bile rose in Jet's throat.
"Home will always be open to you," the demon said, the sound carrying on the breeze.
"Hell ... my home." Some of Lee's words were lost, but Jet could make a good guess as to what the filthy half-breed had said.
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