Protogonist: Lioness Water Mage Astartion
Deuteragonist: Wolf Crossbowman Creolwulf
Antagonist: Skeleton Lion Lich Mordgrim
On a high cliff amid sharp peaks, the ancient Gothic castle "Falcon's Creek" rises up with its predatory towers. Many tyrants, dictators and lovers of power, spitting saliva and clinging to the throne to the bone, tried to conquer that castle and impose taxes on it. Yes, only the dynasty of Darkshade lionesses, lascivious and rebellious, ruled in this castle from time immemorial, that all the mercenaries and villains that tried to seize by force at the behest of the power-lovers "Scream of the Falcon" edifying others. Good travelers, on the other hand, they always subdued with honey and meat, and put them to sleep comfortably, it happened, though, with them under a blanket, giggling, asking for it.

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There lived in this castle an ordinary and graceful lioness named Astartion. But she had one secret feature that no one knew about. She could command the water and make the water go back from an ordinary river, or create a whirlpool there where the sailors for centuries have seen only a quiet-and-a-smooth surface. But since her gift was clearly from dark forces, the lioness Astari (as his friends and friends called him in abbreviated form) never showed him in front of honest lions.

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🐾🐾 Once Astartion was walking past a well in a deserted place, but I heard groans of help. She began to look at the bottom of the well, and there the wyvern with a broken wing floundered, could not get out. And the predatory fish at the bottom were already beginning to bite him. There was no one around. The lioness took pity on the poison-toothed wyvern and ordered the water in the well of the wyvern to spit it out at its paws, boil the fish and throw it to them. Once at the paws of the lioness and after eating boiled fish, the wyvern began to shine to the lioness in every possible way and promise to serve. Yes, only the lionesses did not need anything from the funny winged gila-toothed snake and she let her go in peace. And the wyvern for a long time from heaven waved to her kindly to everyone.

Most of all she loved the young top Creolwulf, whom she worked as a crossbow guard on the watchtower at the castle gates, so that mercenaries and villains, that announcers and power-lovers were often sent to the castle, to scare it off with a crossbow and even shoot it if necessary. And in the evenings Creolwulf went to the tavern to finally see Astartion. Seeing Creolwulf Astartion, all blushed and whispered in his ear: "Oh my Kevulfi, you are a hero from ancient legends when you stand in full armor and hold your deadly crossbow at the ready. I love you, even though you are quick to fire."

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Hearing this in your ear, the young top Creolwulf in the best feelings tore at his chain mail, beat his forehead with his fist and kept repeating: "I won't regret anything for you Astartion, you are the only one for me!" Having said this briskly, Creolwulf gave Astartion a brass halberd bought from a master craftsman, since he knew that Astarti had long had an eye on such halberds. Wow, Astarti gasped, having got such an unexpected, but desirable curiosity in all her paws. She began to playfully bite the Creolwulf and thank him in every possible way. So merrily and unbridledly, accompanied by the humming of other visitors to the pub, that wonderful evening was going on.

Yes, neither the visitors, nor Astartion with her spinning top on halberds were generous, and in the meantime, power-hungry and tyrants began to execute their plan to capture the "Scream of the Falcon" long ago and carefully planned in the middle of the evening. Suddenly the black-winged dragon broke the roof of the tavern, scorched everything with fire, so that the honest lionarod, and our heroes-lovers ate their tails, managed to grab hold of the glaives and flambergs. And on that dragon sat Mordgrim himself, the sovereign of those power-hungry and tyrants who wanted a free castle in the chain of taxes and quitrent cabals. There were a dozen fathoms of lion fathoms in Mordgrim, so he was so tall. In his hands he held a seven-tailed whip, koya many lionesses brought death. And he himself was not a lion, he was not a wolf, but only magic bones he was, who were brought into the likeness of life by an evil will and his sinful greed.

Seized by lions, which are bolder than their flambergs and their glaives. Yes, they began to repulse Mordgrim and the wurm-destroyer. Yes, only Mordgrim was strong, he cut everyone to death, whom to a pulp. But Creolwulf was not at a loss, he took his self-shot and quickly dipped a rusty bolt in the restroom, to the destruction of an alien evil. Yes, right to the place where the stomach whistled into Mordgrim and filled the arrow. Mordgrim squealed, but the drenched arrow did not strike him. But his strength knocked him down. Then Mordgrim said menacingly: "I see that I cannot cope with all the defenders of the castle, even together with the vur-dragon and my unclean sorcery. Moreover, such a spinning top guards that castle. I’ll still stumble, and in order to create an army of lychee-devourers, I need the original creature, Something will form the basis of the army. It must be strong, courageous and daring. Here you are a top-shooter just come up. " Having said this, Mordgrim imposed an unnatural dream on Creolwulf, tied him fighting off the lioness Astartiona, who was trying to prevent this with all her paws, sat on the dragon-wurm and flew into the sky thunderous on a black dragon, Creolwulf tied with a needle poking.

After this defeat, horror seized the lions. They realized that soon a whole army of lychee-devourers would fall on the castle from the sky, from where the castle was not defended at all. The "Scream of the Falcon" may not be able to withstand this time against such an insidious and powerful enemy. But Astartion grieved most of all. She began to cry bitterly and remember her Creolwulf. Her tears, bitter-salty, poured down on the brass halberd presented to them. Now all that is left of the hero-defender of "Cry of the Falcon" is left to her. Began to her other tavern lions, flambergs and their glaives licked, beer and dope-weeds offered to weaken her grief. But no matter how much the lioness swallowed and didn’t take it with her breast, tears over Creolwulf only started to flow more than ever.

And then the lioness realized that her tears were also made of water, like all the beer in the tavern. And there is one way, nevertheless, to free the lover of your top from the claws of the clawed Mordgrim. She remembered Astartion about her secret gift, but if she had nothing to lose, she stood on the last table that Mordgrim forgot to break, and shouted loudly, commanding the waters: "I command you water-containing tears and liquid beer turn into the form of a flying water dragon." Immediately, the water, over which the lioness had a special power, splashed out of her eye sockets with slacks and from the mugs of visitors in foaming streams and turned into a beautiful water dragon. A lioness saddled him and in pursuit of the cold gloomy trail that Mordgrim spilled out from the dragon's gut with an aura of darkness behind him, rushed on her water dragon. Yes, since the wurm-dragon of lions had eaten, and the water-beer-tearful dragon of the lioness was frisky and restive, she caught up with him.
Having seen the reckless pursuit, Mordgrim grabbed the bound and foul cursing Creolwulf, got down from the dragon-wurm and fled into his crystal palace, which cannot be destroyed by anything. And so as not to waste time, I decided from Creolwulf to start a horde of lychee-eaters to create. And the entrance ordered the dragon, who had gorged on lions in the tavern, to guard and drive away and destroy the lion cub.

Fiercely rushed at the guards of the crystal palace of Astartion, astride a water dragon. Yes, only the water dragon was fast, but much weaker than the wurm dragon. And she is even more so than any dragon, even a wurm, even a non-wurm is weaker, like any lioness. The black dragon-wurm stood proudly over the lion cub, decided to feast on it. Already the lioness said goodbye to her belly, looking at his teeth. Yes, out of nowhere appeared soaring up the very same Wyvern, the ghost-toothed. Yes, how he snatched the dragon-wurm by the tail. He became furious, and when he saw that his gila-toothed bit, he flew away briskly for the antidote, as if he had delayed he would have died from poisoning. The wyvern lioness wanted to thank for the salvation, but he just laughed and said that he himself would never forget his salvation from the well. And source from the feeling of a paid debt, he flew up.

At the very least, the lioness made her way into the crystal palace, although it turned out to be a difficult task. She saw there Mordgrim, who was already ritualizing the dark and vampiric over Creolwulf, starting to create an army in his image and likeness-devouring lychees. Astartion rushed to Mordgrim with all her lion's strength. Yes, only they were not enough for her. And the skeleton-lich Mordgrem, from a sudden lion's somersault, recovered his seven-tailed and began to whip the lioness to her, not fancy. And she could not do anything against Mordgrim, in which seven fathoms were already lions.

Yes, only the crystal palace was not built by Mordgrim at all, but by his enemy, the fierce Darkshade the First, whom Mordgrim later destroyed. But knowing his enemy, he inscribed in his then palace an inscription that was visible, indelible in place, which is difficult to obscure. And while Mordgrim was beating the lion cub with the seven-tailed one, she threw back her head and accidentally read the inscription "Mordgrim is protected from everything, damned by charms and his armor, but not protected from brass!" Then the lioness remembered about the gift from her top, which she always carried with her in her heart. With the last of her strength, the lioness twisted, covered with bruises and abrasions, and patted Mordgrim with all the lion's foolishness with a brass halberd to the very crown of her head. Mordgrim thundered, spun like a top, and at the same hour the spell slept from him that sustained life in his bones. For for the enchantment of those greedy ones, gold was enchanting, but brass was destructive. So Mordgrim crumbled, shouting a couple of curses to the perverted before that. That Darkshade, whose crystal hall he occupied, was certainly glad to the tail.

Oh, and Creolwulf was delighted with his savior and lover. He began to hug her fiercely and pardon her in every possible way. And looking into the lion's clear eyes, he offered to marry her, so that at last she would stop running around in girls. The lioness agreed, cheerfully squealing at the interspecific incest, which many lions and tops had scratched. Yes, she whistled right there, a grateful wyvern from heaven, plunged her brass halberd onto him, Creolwulf with his crossbow and sat down on the gila-toothed herself. Yes, she flew quickly to the castle "Scream of the Falcon" rather to the lions to carry the news that Mordgrim had been defeated and the army of lychee-eaters had been prevented. And arriving at her usual tavern with Creolwulf, who was going to carry her down the aisle, she hurried to tell all her misadventures.

But she forgot because of everything that had happened so sharply that, with all the honest lions, she had created a water dragon. And when they saw the lioness with Creolwulf, both were immediately tied up and given to the lioness-executioner, as they thought that the magician was exactly at the same time with Mordgrim. The Creolwulf tortured the executioner a little, but saw that that honorable and prosperous lion had shackled him for a couple of weeks in the square, and then allowed him to let go. But the executioner did not like Astartion and she did not believe her story. And she sentenced the lion cub, after she had tortured, to public torture on the block in broad daylight.

They led the lion cub to the chopping block. And those tavern l'vans, which were petty and petty bourgeois, even remembered the beer dragged out of the mugs. I watched the execution of my beloved lioness Creolwulf from the Canadles, and cried bitterly. And they cut off the lion's tail first, then the legs, then the other legs and then the half of the head. So the lioness died, in front of Creolwulf's eyes, pulling towards him, in the shackles shackled with a stump of a leg bleeding. Since then, Creolwulf did not like the castle "Creek of the Falcon", which did not even know that only thanks to the sacrifice of the lioness Astartiona is still intact. And he decided to go to the taverns and to retell this tale to everyone he meets, and to drink at his own expense so generously that the happy lion, having drunk this tale, undertook to retell it further. And he walked everywhere in taverns with that brass halberd, and he hammered that story into people's memory. Only in this way was he able to repay Astartion for his salvation. And after a couple of years, he put poison from the gila-toothed's tooth on the executioner-vertuik and she died. And he told this story a hundred times a thousand times in his life. And he did not take another lioness as a wife, because he was loyal to Astartion, the lioness, until he himself did not grow old sinfully, and did not die of a lion. But the history of Astartion has not died out until now.

TEH END (bad end 3)