#VillainVibeVember
Post in the voice of one of your antagonists (Published or WIP)
Nov
2. Introduce your villain (antagonist)
4. Describe your first meeting a protagonist in the story
6. What motivates you?
8. They say you're the villain, why are they wrong?
10. Excerpt from one of your scenes
12. What makes you exceptional?
14. When you are not confronting the protagonist, what do you do to relax?
16. Post sized snippet (optional word: bad/worse/worst)
18. How are you misunderstood?
20. What do you think of the protagonist(s)?
22. Scene excerpt (optional word: Fear)
24. What are you scared of?
26. What are you thankful for?
28. Post sized snippet (optional word: when)
30. villain's choice - final words to win us over?
All authors welcome to participate: Seasoned, debut, working on it
Just use the #villainVibeVember
Remember to have fun and check out others' posts
I see a large pink dragon above me, and the hum coming from it – them, we said – is very loud.
The dragon descends. From close up, I can tell they’re truly enormous, and their hum is almost deafening. They land a little ways from our camp, but they may as well be right next to it. As I stand there, frozen in fear, the dragon shrinks into a feminine figure, almost instantaneously. It had taken Aimetor minutes. The magical hum is so loud in that instant that I instinctively plug my ears, but I’m too slow. On top of that, it does nothing to quiet the figure’s passive resonance. The hum, it seems, is not truly a sound and has nothing to do with my ears.
The person in front of me has pink hair and is wearing a gold dress with a pink dragon on the front. Their eyes are like Aimetor’s: greenish yellow slits.
“I hear you drank from the dragons’ wastewater,” the figure says, walking toward me.
Their wastewater? Yuck!
“I –” I start, but can’t come up with an excuse. I should’ve known better, even if I didn’t know the water was magical. I don’t have a chance to finish, anyway, because I start retching again.
I think I know who this is. They addressed me in English, and they have Aimetor’s eyes, only their powers and magical aura are much stronger than Aimetor’s.
“You’re Missadeiuos, aren’t you?” I guess.
“I am indeed she,” the goddess replies. “You’re Felix. Gnaramater has taken quite an interest in you, hasn’t she?”
“I suppose,” I answer. “Why, though?”
“That, I can’t say,” Missadeiuos replies. “You will have to ask her. Now, my grandchild here prayed for me to help you. If you’ll allow.”
The goddess reaches for me, and I let her touch me. With a hum of magic, the nausea and pain in my stomach instantly goes away.
#VillainVibeVember 22: Just realised I forgot to keep my snippets post-sized last time (on day 16), but this one's full-sized.
#TheDragonblood
Author: Laannig, what do you think of this snippet? Felix is the point of view, again.
Laannig: Missadeiuos. Another one of the pesky Nemorian gods. (1/7)
