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Code of Dishonor: New Horizons Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Cidius

Isna Deo Mystos, the island of the mists, sat in the northern waters of the Igladian territory. While the rest of the islands had been forged from the steady bubbling heat of the planet into an ever lengthening chain, the island of the mists jutted up from the waters with crags and sharp edges as if it had been deposited by some unseen force... But there were some experts that said it wasn't from the planet at all, that it had come from somewhere else. Regardless of its origins, the treacherous island was always surrounded by fogs and mists and sea spray, the black rock glistening in the light... obscuring the academy at the island's summit.

Unlike most Igldian structures, the academy was forged out of brick and mortar, creating a miniature castle with turrets and gargoyles. It was an unseen fortress. While unseen, it was one of the two best known schools for magic in the kingdom. While the Clerics of the Inubreh focused on healing and increasing the yield of crops, the students of the mists focused on a much broader range of magic.

The great lecture hall of the academy was full to the brim with students, seated in graduated rows rising up into the back. They wore robes of all colors and were all colors themselves, hailing from countless territories the world over. There were those with pale skin and dark hair like those in Dunbrune, the fair blond headed youth of Igladia, the exotic handsomeness of the men of Lau and quite many more.

The enchanted wall across from the great many seats seemed to sizzle and sparkle as everything that was written down on a parchment below became larger than life, all at the hand of the professor. Arch Mage Darian had been born in Dunbrune himself, looking quite the part. His skin was the shade of candle wax, his hair as dark and sleek as the knight. It framed his head and pooled on his shoulders, managing somehow to be a darker black than the robes he wore.

Darian's accoutrements were simple. There were faint white embellishments to his robes, kept together by a brown belt and strap and a small gold ring pendant above his collar bone. His face was serious and well experienced in disapproving scowls directed at the students, his face framed by the outline of a narrow goatee. Darian was in the middle of what he considered to be one of his better lectures, discussing the origins of fire magic and how it had been perfected throughout the ages. The fire runes he'd drawn were blazing away on the wall, but more than that, there was a blazing passion in his soul as he shared his information... but as he turned to face his students, his scowl returned. It seemed they did not share his enthusiasm.

Dark eyes scanned the room. They were doodling, chatting, even passing messages back and forth with enchanted quills. They had no idea he could see the magic behind it all, watching the messages float back and forth before appearing. Darian used a quick flick of his hand, the blue letters turning red. The parchments the students held glimmered with the message to focus and pay attention before they ignited.

"This magic is not to be trifled with, nor is any magic." Darian stated clearly, "All magic has a price. When harnessed and used well, that price is responsibility and focus. Used carelessly, it could mean your life, the lives of those you care about or even greater catastrophe." Darian said, shaking his head before he pointed, "Grandon, will you come practice the gesticulation method for fire?" Darian asked.

"M... Me sir?" A six foot two, cinnamon skinned young man with red hair asked. Darian nodded. The student swallowed a bit before he rose to his large feed and maneuvered out from behind his desk, coming to the front. His fingernails were painted black, but as he began to move his hands around the paint seemed to shimmer and turn red. A few sparks and embers formed between his hands before the air itself ignited, turning into a broiling, swirling ball of fire. Darian hesitated. None of his students had expressed enough focus to control the fire like that, let alone to ignite it so soon.

"Very good Grandon, very impressive. Thank you. You may sit." Darian said, looking around. His eyes settled on the shaggy blond mane of an eighteen year old from the Igladian capitol, "Jahin, now you." he added.

"Yes professor." Jahin said, moving to the front as Grandon passed. Jahin was five foot eight, short in some circles but his body was sculpted by years of surfing, swimming and sun bathing. He had a healthy glow about him, usually from his tan which had refused to fade even in months at the academy.

"The spoken method please." " Darian said. Jahin hesitated before nodding, knowing he had nearly no chance for success. Gesticulation channeled the magic one had though the body and into the world. Speaking magic into existence required that effort to be entirely mental. if it had been a water spell, Jahin would have been confident, but Igladians had a much harder time with the fire magic.

"Pyros deo soulna, tanno utra bis!" Jahin said. There was a startling pop on the other side of the room as the wood molding holding the glass window panes together burst into fire. Jahin's jaw dropped and Darian's eyes widened. He moved his hand around, extinguishing the flames.

The professor turned, looking at Jahin and the others. They had not been paying enough attention. The movements and words had been covered in their assigned reading, and yet they were succeeding... and succeeding on their first tries. Darian reached out and patted Jahin on the shoulder, smiling a bit before he gestured for the student to return to his seat.

"You have both done very well... but I think the class has earned a break. I want you to all go read the next chapter of your scrolls and let the information sink in before trying any. We'll conduct more tests tomorrow. Dismissed." Darian said. The students whooped and grinned with excitement, gathering their items before spilling out of the room.

Darian watched them go, hoping none of them would be foolish enough to try on their own. That being said, he'd still alert the other teachers to be wary and ready to fight fires anywhere they might find them. Darian turned and began to clean up his things. He gathered his scrolls, his quills, his books and his potions. He'd done it so many times it was easy for him to close his eyes and do it without sight. With that sense deprived, Darian let his mind wander.

He felt himself float out through the darkened hall of stone, past the courtyard and dormitories, through the small gap and down the ancient stairs. He spiraled down, down, down like descending the mountain. He wasn't sure why his mind had chosen to come this way, but something was off. Magic was becoming too easy here... and then his wandering mind stopped, seeing a boat moored to the rocks... and a figure standing at the base of the island.

The figure was quite like Darian. He was pale skinned and dark haired, shrouded in black. The only dash of color came from the turquoise bracers with a sea foam pattern hugging the man's arms. Darian was stunned that anyone had survived the mists without being a professor themselves... but even more startling was that the figure looked wherever his wandering mind moved, like it could see him... just as he had seen the magic following the notes. Darian's eyes opened wide. A magic user had arrived on the island, and a powerful one at that.

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While the island was shrouded in protective mists, the courtyard was quite pleasant for most. The sun shone through, the grass was thick, ivy spiraled up the stone columns. It was a beautiful glade... Darian found it a bit too bright for his tastes, but he passed through the courtyard before turning to take the steps. He moved down, his shoes having excellent traction. The sounds of studying students fell behind him, replaced with the steady roar of the ocean. He spiraled down for several minutes, stopping half way. He lifted his head and looked out to the sea, feeling something tug at the edge of his senses, as if there was a magic at work so powerful even he couldn't see what it hid. It was an ominous feeling, but despite the power of it, it wasn't a very large area of effect. Darian would learn the secrets, and it all started with the traveler.

Darian continued his descent, finding the stranger right where he had before. Darian looked the man over curiously. There were no swords or knives, nothing concerning... which was concerning in itself. It meant the man had no fear and was capable of taking care of himself without any exterior tools. Darian crossed his arms slowly, still appraising the stranger.

"And who are you?" Darian asked.

"You can call me Adama if you like. I have traveled from the kingdom of Dunbrune to learn of your academy." The stranger said. Darian shook his head.

"None of those statements is true..." Darian said. The man grinned gently, faint fangs visible.

"Then perhaps the truth. I am the beast lord, traveled from the planet's distant past and I already knew about your school." the stranger replied. Darian moved his hands to cast out the demon, but the magic hit an aurora like shell around the man. As Darian watched, his black hair began to turn ginger, growing thicker and wilder. Horns pressed out of his head, rising up into a crown while more curled around his lengthening ears.

The beast lord's mouth pushed forward, rounding into a faint human like muzzle as fur sprouted across his throat, neck, shoulders and chest. His robes sizzled and burst into flame, burning away until furry flesh was revealed beneath. The bracers disappeared, as did the rest of his clothes until it seemed he was only protected by his fur and scales. His arms and legs were scaled and the talons sharp, looking like the world's deadliest set of gauntlets and boots. Even a long, swaying tail grew out from his spine, maneuvering around behind him.

Darian knew he could not face such a powerful magic user alone. He had to make a call to arms, to warn the others. He opened his mouth to cast the spell but the beast lord lunged, his clawed paw coming down on the man's head, pushing at it. To Darian's surprise, he began to sink into the very stone itself. He struggled and grunted, but the stone swept up around him until he was fully immersed. The beast lord followed, diving through the solid object as if it was water. The two moved through solid darkness for some time before the air around them opened up. Darian landed on a smooth, curved wall, sliding down tot he bottom of the bubble. The beast lord clicked his claws together and blazing fire runes began to crawl up the walls, illuminating the spherical room of stone.

"It was a good lesson you were teaching professor, one that was very useful." The beast lord grinned.

"Who are you, what do you want?" Darian asked, looking around, realizing they were in an enclosed space. If the fires burnt long enough, they would consume the oxygen and this strange being would die. The beast lord stretched a bit, feeling glad to be back in his real body.

"I am the origin of sin, the source of corruption, the bringer of lust and pleasure. I am the first black as tour book might say. As for why I came here? Well, I must say I am drawn to men who can take command., to those who can lead and teach and bring out the best in others. You've been teaching for what, thirty years now?" The beast lord asked.

"And I've mastered a few things in that time. " Darian replied, moving his hands. The air in the room began to swirl and increase, the flames growing brighter as they were fed. The beast lord chuckled.

"You are that good with fire, but it isn't your natural element. You are n air type?" The beast lord grinned, "This gets more and more delicious."

"I am not some morsel for you to eat... Even if you are a beast." Darian replied.

"A beast lord, I'll thank you, and it is not I that will do the tasting." he replied, holding out his hand. Above it a sphere appeared of air congealing into colors. Faces began to appear, those of students that Darian taught, "Thirty years and it only seems that they get younger every year. Innocent, naive, open. They are like books without all the pages filled in. You take them in during the most formative years of their life, turning boys into men and equipping them with what they need for the rest of their lives. Its rather profound to say the least. Have you tasted any of them, professor?" The beast lord asked.

"You are disgusting!" Darian replied, looking away. The beast lord grinned wider at that.

"You have... Oh you dirty old man... But you liked the feeling, didn't you?" he asked, watching Darian fight back the memories. The beast lord began to pace, "And that is why you wound up all the way out here... A fresh start, though a bit more difficult." He added.

"All of those men from all of those kingdoms." He murmured, closing his eyes. The professor tried to fight his instincts off, but by the moment it seemed that the beast lord was gaining purchase into his soul.

"What is it that you like the most? The innocent, tiny ones that could be protected by you? The big and brave ones that can prove you to be the best instructor? Those on the cusp of true maturity, just needing your push?" The beast lord asked.

"None of it.... ALL of it! You are a heathen!" Darian roared, pulling the burning glyphs off the wall, throwing them at the beast lord. The fire hit his shell and fizzled away again, leaving them in pitch blackness for a long moment.

Darian shifted as he felt something against him, rubbing. He opened his hand and a ball of flame appeared, lighting up just enough to see an eighteen year old crawling up onto his lap, his puffy lips glistening with saliva, his brown hair messy and his chin touched by a bit of scruff. It was no one he knew specifically, but he never forgot a student and knew enough of the features to tell that this mirage had been made up from aspects of several of them.

Darian moved his hands and the image dissolved, leaving nothing. It had been a conjured illusion, a trick. Darian's eyes swept around the room. He couldn't see the beast lord anymore, but he was sure he was there. Darian's lips began to murmur a forgotten tongue and the shadow in the spherical room began to whip around, congealing and broiling before the pocket the beast lord hid in was revealed. Darian took his opportunity.

"Truvis Ono blaya, Natura bis!" Darian shouted. The air went still, then felt very, very hot. The beast lord's back had arched and his wings went stiff. His eyes hazed over for a moment, his mind fleeing elsewhere. There were memories of him as a human boy being teased and bullied, taking his first lover, being ostracized for it and rising to power... His first converts, his first army, being defeated and sealed away in a mountain... in a spherical cell just as he was now. He had been a trapped beast, an animal, locked away and forgotten until he didn't matter anymore. The memory of it all filled the beast lord with great rage and fury, his instincts taking over. His claws seemed to grow longer, his tail shipping around more fiercely. He bore his fangs and saliva dropped from them as his eyes settled on the mage once more.

Darian grew concerned. The spell had been intended to force the beast lord into his own memory and trap him there, but it seemed that the baser instincts were outside of the demon. The beast lord dropped down onto all fours and advanced. Darian rose to his feet and looked around, trying what earth moving spells he knew... but nothing came to him. Everything he tried was met with no reaction and then a large paw had him by the shoulder, throwing him down. Darian grunted, leaning on his shoulder, rolling onto his back. He was an old man, or at least advancing into such a thing.

While Darian was still recovering from being thrown, he hissed out in pain as he felt needle sharp claws pressing into his abdomen. His robes had offered no resistance to the paw that now pinned him in place. Like a feral beast, the beast lord pressed in tighter and tighter before he pulled his claw down, raking through the cloth, cutting it up. The shirt fell away in tatters, the belt popped and the pants were cut open. Darian forced himself not to move as the animalistic paw grazed over his precious groin. Thankfully there were no injuries sustained but the professor's pride.

"You don't have to do this, we can find another way to get you what you want..." Darian whispered. The lion faced beast lifted his head up and snarled, his breath hot and musky. Darian froze, realizing what he had done... That this was his fault. He had sent the beast lord into his own memory... leaving the beast with no ruler. Darian tried to remember the counter spell, closing his eyes, struggling with memory... and then he felt the sandpapery tongue slide across his phallus.

The sensation instantly chased all memory out of his head. It had been years since Darian had felt the warmth of a tongue on his cock. His blunt human fingernails scraped along the stone. He grunted softly but the beast paid him no regard. Again the demonic creature licked and slurped and nuzzled before the soft cock slipped into the dangerous fang filled maw. Darian's back arched more as he panted and murmured.

The cock that had been limp from fear began to stiffen and stretch. Blood flowed in, letting it lengthen inch by inch. His balls tingled and soon drops of precum leaked into the beast's mouth. The demon sucked harder, bobbing his head up and down. Darian tried not to get turned on too much, but the fact remained he was getting sucked off by a demon. He growled and groaned and the demon got into it more, but somehow... it wasn't enough.

The beast lord's sheath parted and his long, thick spined cock emerged, glistening with bodily fluids and goo. The beast was in heat, in need of a mate but he didn't want to give up the pleasure filling his mouth. The wings fluttered, the tail flipped and soon the beast began to turn his body, maneuvering around. Darian was so caught up in being sucked off that he didn't realized what was going on at first until the first hind leg stepped over him. A wet, hot aura pervaded the professor's face as he opened his eyes and saw the cock coming in.

Despite the pleasure, Darian resisted. He tried to roll away, to squeeze past, to escape. Sharp talons grabbed his skull, holding it in place. Darian grunted with fear and began to scream out, but the demonic phallus pushed between his lips rudely, sliding all the way to the back of his throat. As the head hit the fleshy wall, the professor nearly gagged. The beast pulled the cock almost all the way out and jammed it back in again.

Darian's mouth was stretched and filled. He tried to bite the cock but it was too resilient and he gave up, knowing the same might be done to him. He tried to pull back but the hind leg kept him in place. He had been forced into an inverted oral love making position and the demon was going to town. In and out, in and out, leaking fluids... and the fluids were full of their own magic.

Darian's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he started to be force fed the cum. He let it drizzle down his throat and into his stomach and soon his throat relaxed enough to take the cock in deeper. The mage's neck bulged out as the cock filled his throat, pouring right down his gullet. The two kept going at it, faces stuffed full of phallus, but all was not as it had been.

The change started to blossom across Darian's chest. Soft downy white fur began to sprout from his aged skin, covering his weary muscles. The hair that was there turned white and then grew soft to match the rest. It covered his pectorals and abdomen, growing into the hair around his groin. The hair changed color and texture and then advanced even faster, as if spurned on by the new territory. Soon Darian's balls were covered, then his thighs and legs.

Laying on his back, Darian began to become aware that something was terribly wrong. His back twitched and itched and shifted. The muscles were tight almost to the point of pain, but the cum dripping down his throat soothed that. Still,, Darian lurched to one side for a moment as his back bulged. Then the other side grew and he was even again. The flesh warped as new bones unfolded beneath it like great sails being made ready. The skin was stretched out like canvas between the bones and a fuzz began to cover the new flesh as well, but this fuzz was different. It was like the down of a baby bird.

The professor was finding it harder and harder to fight the pleasure and the beast that sucked him off certainly wasn't resisting. Darian opened his jaw wider, his tongue starting to massage the bottom of the rigid shaft. He was rewarded with thicker gushes of cum flowing down his throat. His stomach tingled and warmed and the fuzz covering his chest and stomach spread out to cover his shoulders, his arms and even his hands. His fingernails ached and throbbed, disappearing into his fingers before pushing from the tips as claws. The fur on his thighs swirled around his legs and descended, covering his ankles and feet. His toes began to stretch and warp, becoming much longer.

Just as his hands had changed, his toenails were absorbed and changed into talons as well, but the changes rippled back through his feet as a whole. Bones changed, ligaments shifted and soon his feet warped completely, looking no longer human. They stretched out, becoming bird like in every regard. They seemed out of place on the fuzz covered professor, at least until it was clear that most of the fuzz was baby down... and this bird was maturing.

The fur covering Darian's shoulders darkened, taking on a number of earthen colors. He became grey and brown and tan and sand. The fuzz pushed out as natural oils soaked it, gaining quills and spines, turning into feathers. The feathers layered over his shoulders like the thick shoulder caps of generals, coating the sides of his neck and his powerful arms. Every trace of fat was melting away, leaving the old man strong beyond his years.

Darian's resistance shrank away and as he gave in, the demonic paw holding his head in place released. Without being trapped, Darian still sucked away, bobbing his head up and down eagerly, lost in the moment. There was so much demon juice that the precum leaked out of the professor's mouth, soaking his black goatee... a goatee that was starting to turn tan and brown like the rest of his body.

The thick flesh behind his back had likewise gained feathers, unfolding slowly into massive wings. The new joints hardened, the muscles strengthened and the feathers thickened. The wings stretched from his shoulders down to his ass, then his thighs, then his knees. They fluttered a bit, rounding and stretching out, making him more comfortable. The beast sucking him off seemed pleased. While he had the face of a lion and the tail of a snake, he had the black and white wings and feet of a great bird... and the two seemed very well matched.

The white fur on the professor's chest and stomach remained light but still took on a sandy brown color while his feathers darkened to deeper shades of brown and black. Feathers started to push out around his hips and ass, covering his sensitive regions but leaving his thick shaft exposed to the maw that slurped it down. The professor couldn't fight the change. He welcomed it.

The changes had dominated most of his body, leaving his bird like legs fuzzy while giving his body a coating of feathers that would protect him from any element, but so far the changes had not yet affected his head much... but that time had come. His naturally black hair began to lighten, taking on brown streaks as it stiffened. The hair stuck out a bit, almost like a bad case of bed head or spikes, but the spikes had a new purpose. The quills formed, the feathers developed and the layers wove into one another.

The professor's wild mane of hair was gone and his head was soon coated in interlocking glistening feathers. His eyebrows tingled and throbbed before they bleached white, growing bushier and thicker, angling upwards and spreading. The hair turned into tiny feathers as it expanded, pushing up into a v like crest that dominated his forehead. The feathers twitched, but they were far from the last

While the beast lord had torn through the professor's robes and left them nothing but shreds, Darian's cape had been left tied loosely around his neck. The fabric was growing tighter, not because the mage's neck was thickening, but the coating of feathers on it was. The feathers pushed out in one layer, then another and another, creating a puffy collar. The cape stretched and the clasp broke, the fabric sliding off like the rest of the clothes. The collar grew out rather wide, ringing the professor's bird like head.

With each slurp and gulp, the professor's changes were solidifying. His features hardened into those of an aerial assassin, able to see and hunt from great heights. His feathers developed a water proof sheen to allow for diving... It all seemed to fit quite well, except for the fact that his face remained somewhat human. In the midst of the feathers and the down, there was still a dark ring around his mouth, a fuzzy human like nose and his eyes. His humanity remained, broadcasting to anyone that saw him that he had once been Darian.

A powerful wave of pleasure ripped through the professor as his change completed. His back arched, his wings flared and his cock unleashed its flow of pleasure. The salty, musky seed sprayed down the beast lord's gullet, feeding him the last of Darian's human sperm before it changed to thick owl spooge. The taste overwhelmed the beast and his own shaft pulsed. Soon Darian had more demon seed than he knew what to do with, gulping it down, filling his belly.

The beast lord's seed nourished him, feeding him nutrients... but it also contained magic. Darian felt his mind widen as he learned more spells, including the one to pass through stone. He caught glimpses of where the demon's mind had fled, including another prison. He knew he couldn't leave the beast lord to suffer another fate. With great reluctance, he pulled his cock out of the beast lord's mouth, then dislodged his own face. The beast lord snarled but the owl man grabbed him and moved. They tumbled through the rock face, out of the spherical bubble before they were in open air.

The cold, salty winds of the sea hit them as Darian opened his wings wide. The beast lord was assaulted by all the senses of being free again. He blinked once, twice, three times... and then awoke. The prison of his mind had been lifted. He snarled and grunted before his wings spread. The owl and the demon were knocked from each other, but the air currents filled their wings and they were gliding out across the waters. The beast lord turned, looking at the owl he had created even in his vulnerable state.

"You serve me?" The beast lord asked. The owl nodded, flapping his wings a bit.

"Yes my beast lord." he replied.

"Then... You are now Darnel, my shadow owl." The beast lord instructed.

"Yes my master." Darnel replied, happy to do as he was told. The two continued to fly forward, passing through a veil of magic. The light shimmered before three massive vessels were revealed full of demonic creatures working the sails, preparing for an invasion. There were lizards and dragons and tigers and bats, creatures of all sorts.... and strangely Darnel felt at home. He followed the beast lord down, the two landing on the deck, their talons gripping the wood. As Darnel turned, he could see the island of the mists before them... The first target to be invaded. With Igladia's magical school taken down, they would lose one of their key defenses... and the thought of corrupting all those students filled Darnel with a perverse pleasure he had never known the likes of before.