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I want to be her friend so bad. Lizards are badass. She is badass. With magic?? And chaos??? With each new character being introduced from CLH I am getting more and more excited

Pat, the teen werelizard

Moonboard:

[Image description: a moodboard consisting out of six photos. The top right one is a close-up photo of a lizard’s eye. The one under it is a square photo full of flames. The one under it is a full moon. The top right one is a photo of a dark, short-haired silhouette in front of a sunset with the words “rebel, rebel” written on top of it in neon red. The two photos under is are a green lizard posing on a leaf to the left and a silhouette of a biker jumping in front of a sunset. /end ID]

[Image description: a bust drawing of a girl with light-brown skin, brown eyes with vertical pupils, and a Mohawk-like hairstyle with the long part dyed red. There are strands of longer hair on her shoulders, also dyed red. She’s wearing black lipstick, a short black ribbon-necklace, and a black hoodie over a redshirt. She’s also wearing two earrings in each ear, black hoops. /end ID]

Name: Patricia

Nicknames: Pat, Liz (short for Lizard, for close family and friends only)

Age: around 15

Occupation: Academy student

Species: unkown, presumably werelizard

Sexuality: lesbian

Ethnicity: unkown

Other information:

Pat was found by a family of werewolves as a child and raised as one of their own. There were attempts to find her biological family, but they were all fruitless. She appeared near the town limits of Quiet, which isn’t that uncommon. Sometimes magic-folk that don’t have anywhere else to go just appear there.

Because she’s quite an unusual type of were-creature - a lizard, more specifically a monitor lizard, - Pat had to learn to fend for herself, growing up in a pack of young competitive wolves. That caused her to develop a reserved personality and thick sarcasm armor. She’s spiky and very free-willed, quite a headache for her parents and older siblings. 

She’s also the only known were-creature to have magical abilities: not the instinctive tricks some types of werefoxes and weretigers have, but actual magic abilities, such as some humans possess. That caused her to eventually enroll in the Academy ran by Evgeny and Lev. That makes her, an unruly, chaotic, and deeply irresponsible person the only one in Quiet to know more than one of its secrets. This, in turn, means she’s also Beth’s headache, considering that Beth is supposed to keep this town functioning.

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I love reading about characters getting into mischief and causing chaos. This was so nice to read!!

Flash Fiction #93 Prompt: Broken Windows

Another bout of self-indulgent TSS writing thanks to @flashfictionfridayofficial​!

Bar Fight

Word Count: 882

TW/CW: violence, alcohol mention, cursing

Synopsis: The post-book 1 Karics have chosen violence tonight. (Mentions a book 1 climax spoiler).

It was one of Emry’s favorite nights in Senne- which was to say, it was as cold as hell.

Snowflakes drifted lazily downward, melting on his shoulders and on Marley’s gloves as she walked with him along the frozen canal. The frigid air, thankfully undisturbed by any sharp wind, refreshed him with every breath. Between the snow, the chill, and the stars above, he had half a mind to take another lap around the canal before heading home.

If only his legs were up to the task.

 “How are you feeling?” Marley frowned up at him as he winced and grabbed the snow-dusted stone barrier that ran along the canal. His grip tightened on the cane he had borrowed from Nana.

 “Fine.” The word came out automatically. Marley sighed.

 “No, come on, we’ve talked about this. How are you actually feeling?”

He leaned against the stone to take some weight off the ache in his legs.

 “It all still hurts,” he muttered. “Thought I would’ve recovered by now. S’been, what, a month?”

 “Well, you were asleep for the first quarter of that.” Marley hugged his arm. “And no one else has been possessed by a spirit and lived. Cut yourself some slack.”

 “Hm.” He pushed himself back up onto the support of the cane. He hadn’t cut himself any slack in three years. “Think we can head back? I’m sure Georgie and Aspen have beat us home from the tavern, with how slowly I’ve been walking.”

Marley was about to turn him around when a frenzy of shouts, glass, and cracking wood careened out of the building ahead of them.

 “Out!” someone boomed. Both Emry and Marley flinched when an empty glass bottle crashed through the window and shattered on the cobblestones, glittering shards skidding along the ice.

 “Yeah, out!” A vine of thorns whipped another bottle through the hole in the window.

Emry and Marley looked each other in horror.

 “I don’t think they beat us home.”

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