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@faithcomeseasy
"Digusting. That's what we all are."
A semi-selective, canon-divergent and (sorta) multi-muse COTL RP/Ask Blog for a group of idiots just trying to make their way in the world.
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Huh...? Jumping back, The Wanderers hood fell off as he did, revealing the strangely colored white and black cat underneath. This was unlike anything he had anything he had seen before. Even just holding their blades together for a moment took a fraction of his strength. No. "Fiesty, aren't you?" He retorted with a smirk strewn across his face. This was better than he thought.
Even so, the feline didn't back down, he held his ax out towards The Lamb whilst still keeping his distance. He was clearly experienced, more so than most the caprine had come across at least.
But that sword too.. They didn't have that before, did they? Where did it- Wait...
Nor was he stupid. He could tell this sheep had been trembling as much as he had. Maybe that's why he- "You hesitate." She just had to chime in, didn't she? Now really wasn't the time for this.
This isn't like him though. Usually, he'd never think twice in a situation like this. He just... "I don't think we should-"
Nonsense. "You see it, don't you?"
"Yes..." Was he talking to himself? Yes, yes he was. He didn't actually say any of that out loud, did he? Anyhow-
Steadying both himself and his grip on his weapon, the wanderers faintly red eyes stared back at this ewe with the same gaze mixed in with his own passion.
Respect? Please. "Oh I do..." His ax followed his stance... "Just not for the likes of you!" Before he dashed at the Lamb once more, this time aiming for their lower area instead of their head. A bold move. Maybe a bit too bold. Because even with his supposed "experience" he left himself wide open.
The Lamb barely has the opportunity to throw a slash in when all their sword finds is empty air in the cat’s place. Their ears fall flat against their head, displeasure being quick to flash across their brunette cheeks, but with the strong force of adrenaline with their crown still constraining to flow through startled veins, they try to keep their weapon steady in the tuxedo feline’s direction. They could feel the hammering beat of their many hearts flutter in their chest, the still fresh reminder of their inexperience in dealing with their mortal panic. Although they’ve long since grown familiar with the lingering rots of death and its intimate pain of dying holding no true hold over them now, where their godly benefactor shall always just stitch them back together every time they fell apart, the vessel still couldn’t shake off the pain of their many deaths being their constant torture; with being kicked back to suffer in pain in the underworld for only a few minutes time as their body went to pull itself back together once more. Death came with a cost after all, and their soul couldn’t escape it as long their God needed them alive.
Meanwhile Beleth knew nothing of The Lambs struggle beyond his very own observations, nor did he mean to offend them, somehow but he liked their spirit, it's almost close to his! Although- "I don't need you to repeat what I already know-!"
Wait they dodged...? Then how about this! The wanderer could have dodged himself or attempted to follow up with another attack, yet with that one pummeled strike the feline fell down to the ground alongside his weapon.
She'd most likely agree with the other sheep if she could read thoughts. Hmph. A disgrace this child was indeed.
Hey, shut it! The last thing he needed was her spewing mountains of curses at him. Beleth was trying his absolute best, even if it was a bit wrong for him to hesitate back there mayhaps, he just didn't want to...
Of course it was wrong, look where it got him: The boy turned up to the lamb, smirk still on his face despite the fact he was likely bleeding from his head. "Now what, sheep...?" Well, he knew what was coming next most likely: a blade to the head, that is if they really had the courage to go through with it.
Do go on, death was never something he feared, in fact he would overjoyed all the same.
The simliar looking black ram bites The Goat on the nose. - Lael
"What the fuck?"
Ram immediately gets pushed off in irritation
Ha! "Serves you right, vile copycat." But they'd be a fool to think she'd give up that easily, Lael then retaliates with a string of jabs!
Which all do nothing against the Goats likely taller frame. Wha- What was she even doing...?
((I wonder how Neith feels about her god father being high off the rockers
((The term "magic" doesn't exist in the cotl universe at least not in the traditional sense. Instead, what most call the "arcane" or "mystical" is based off of faith, the stronger ones devotion to a god, the stronger ones abilities will be. And then even then, those who can actively use them are far and in-between. Hence why someone like Neith for example mostly uses more passive stuff, despite possibly dedicating half of her life to her research.
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For @godsmoth (Idate)
Idate could've been minding his own business, harassing Shirogane, whatever. That is until he gets interrupted by a soft- Click. The sound of the barrel of a gun, pointed right at his head no less. "Don't move, buckroo. That is if you know what's good for ya." Furfur didn't know how he even ended up here in this world.
But this...? Just this alone made everything all the more better. "I've never seen a creature like you before. How much do you reckon that fin of yours will go for?"
THE SOUND OF A CLICKING OF A GUN PRESSED AGAINST the back of his head caused a chuckle out of the predator. Assuming this was his good buddy Rock at first, until the voice of an unfamiliar being causes a brow to rise. This was someone new, that's for sure. Placing cigarette between lips to take a drag and blow out fumes into the sky as he does the opposite of what they said and turns to face the unfamiliar being, the gun's front pressed up into his forehead. There's a smile that doesn't leave his face.
❝ My fin ain't up for sale, buddy, ❞ he replies as cigarette flicks and grey ashes fall into the snow they stand on. Idate didn't seem really threatened, remaining composed. Free hand rises to grab the gun and move it away from his head. ❝ But if ya' really wanna know, not fer' much. ❞
Furfur unwillingly lowered the dated blunderbuss at the same time Idate places his hand on it because unfortunately for this slightly more anthro elk, this orca dwarves him in both size and strength. Even if Furfur was considered relatively tall by his realms standards.
Wait, how was he staying fine in this cold weather too-? Uh- He has more fur and decently thick clothes...? Anyway, there's more important things to worry about here!
"Oh-" Shit. He really should've thought this though more. "Maybe we can talk this out instead...?" Definitely, but Furfur kept his chill attitude all the same. Just ignore the fact he definitely wasn't backing away now, or the fact he was obviously nervous.
((I honestly don't like Narilamb, that much. I've always been more of a Narinder & Forneus person
((Just remembered I had this in my docs, so here's a Lael x Narinder thing I suppose.
@toyfulbox || The Goat
It was yet another day of Lael doing absolutely nothing in The Lambs cult as per usual, or more importantly it had been a day since she saw that vile thing go out yet another crusade only to bring someone else back with them.
What were they supposed to be? Some kind of goat? Well, they certainly didn't look like it. Not that they even looked like a sheep either. In fact, they resembled her more than anything. How strange...
Alas, they piqued her curiosity nonetheless. That's exactly why the moment she had the chance she cornered The Goat into a conversation, albeit a bit awkwardly. "Just who do you think you are...?" But honestly what else would you expect from someone like her?
It was another day of a successful crusade between The Goat and their companion. Alas, to be truthful, they both did have their close calls within the Silk Cradle, it was one of the more challenging areas. At least in the eye of The Goat. However, they both made it out alive, and that's what counts. A cult still had their leader, and the leader still had their trustworthy companion by their side.
After a quick post-crusade conversation with The Lamb, The Goat was about to leave to tend to some personal business. Though, not before being approached by what seemed to be a follower of the cult. It hadn't seen anything like the species that she seemingly reflected among the followers.
"You can call me The Goat." It responds, a fanged smirk appearing upon their face as it spoke. "Pray tell, what do you seek upon approaching me in such a brash manner? Don't you know I have business to attend to?"
The violet clad black ram offers them nothing more than a cold dead glare not exactly out of the ordinary for her either, aside from the extra malice traced in it of course. "I'm sure the vile creature can wait." And a follower-? Sure, let's go with that you really want to reduce her to the rest of the refuse, just don't say that to her directly.
Besides. "Shouldn't I be the one asking that? You are wearing my face after all." I mean, Lael wasn't exactly wrong. They did both look almost exactly like each other, despite the minor differences, but to be frank, that didn't make it any less disturbing for her.
For @godsmoth (Idate)
Idate could've been minding his own business, harassing Shirogane, whatever. That is until he gets interrupted by a soft- Click. The sound of the barrel of a gun, pointed right at his head no less. "Don't move, buckroo. That is if you know what's good for ya." Furfur didn't know how he even ended up here in this world.
But this...? Just this alone made everything all the more better. "I've never seen a creature like you before. How much do you reckon that fin of yours will go for?"
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((I CANNOT wait for the update to come out so half my canon can be instantly destroyed by it
((decided to make a sorta multi muse blog so I don't have to keep weirdly hinting at Beleths character development lol. Plus, it gives an excuse to make bios for these idiots.
Muse List
Wanderers Trio, a group of travelers trying to make their way in the world despite everything.
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Beleth & Lael, a naive wanderer survivalist with tenacity as thick as his own faith and a Saintess of death who ended up being forsaken by him all the same.
Furfur, a retired thief who's changed the for "better" to chase after dreams way bigger than himself.
Neith, a kind soul (maybe a bit too much for own good.) who hasn't lost her way, even in the tempered lands of Anura.
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Starter for @faithful-church-mouse
One second you're blabbering on about how "blasphemous" everything here is, another you're being forced into some weird fishing tourney because "you need to relax more!" or "you should take your mind off things!"
Oh please, she'd show them just how "relaxed" she was. She didn't need to hear prattling from a vile creature like that Lamb.
Looking over to the white mouse beside her, she was quaint sure but she could best any like her lowly creature tenfold. "Just know I don't intend to lose." Which definitely somehow included stooping to that level... Was she really taking things this very seriously even? Yes, yes she was.
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It was a quiet morning with barely a sound to be heard as a certain wanderer made his way through Darkwoods shadows.
This never got old, didn't it? Running away like this. Really though, what choice did Beleth have? He knew very well by now he couldn't stay somewhere forever. (As if he actually had anywhere to go for the matter...)
But still... "Those blasphemous..."
It'd be best if he kept his frustrated grumbles to himself. For now he had to focus.
That was until someone or something else draped in red caught his eye. Another one of those vile heretics? No, they couldn't be, not with the way they were dressed. A monster?
Either way, it didn't matter. They would felled all the same.
Breaking the silence, the feline jumped out of the bushes and dashed towards the stranger, ax in hand.
But of course... "Missed..."
In the cat’s swift effort to make his killing quick, to subdue the creature who would’ve become his next meal, it would seem he’d be too hasty to catch the other by surprise. Under the cloak of darkness, where in the night very few mortals would roam about to hunt for the scarce chest of food, not many of the very heretic would’ve realized they had been in pursuit by their silent predatory. Felines always moved in silent tailing, where nature often seemed to shift with them to their advantage. Very few would’ve been able to catch the quiet shudder of the Wanderer’s hiding place, where the papery leafs shivered at being shoved apart. Darkness will always be a hunter’s strength, but in hiding prey had only but sounds to awaken the memory of pain in their heart.
In darkness, their ears perk up to the swish of metal slicing through air. Their bell rings out their incoming tension. The next, where blood would already go to spill from their wounds…
CLANG!!
Orange sparks are sent flying when the mighty sharpness of the cat’s ax clashes against the opposing force of the taller stranger’s dark blade. The color of scarlet red cloak takes form as the first to draw another’s eyes in, then the swirls of autumn flashes behind the crimson gaze of the familiar stare with the red eyed blade. The Lamb’s hands shake with their struggling hold on their blight sword, the silent tremble in their arms showing the wounded strength they’ve been clinging to after their previous battles to stay alive, with keeping the cat from slicing into their already scarred form. Through a grimace, through the shadows of their curly orange bangs, two eyes clear as gold stare down upon the other with a fiery young gaze. The ewe bares their teeth, a lowsome growl thunders out from the depth of their chest.
Their hooves dug into the ground, having been pushed some by the other’s sudden charge. “I will make you regret for missing!” The ram hisses out. “Do you have no respect for the likes of death?”
Huh...? Jumping back, The Wanderers hood fell off as he did, revealing the strangely colored white and black cat underneath. This was unlike anything he had anything he had seen before. Even just holding their blades together for a moment took a fraction of his strength. No. "Fiesty, aren't you?" He retorted with a smirk strewn across his face. This was better than he thought.
Even so, the feline didn't back down, he held his ax out towards The Lamb whilst still keeping his distance. He was clearly experienced, more so than most the caprine had come across at least.
But that sword too.. They didn't have that before, did they? Where did it- Wait...
Nor was he stupid. He could tell this sheep had been trembling as much as he had. Maybe that's why he- "You hesitate." She just had to chime in, didn't she? Now really wasn't the time for this.
This isn't like him though. Usually, he'd never think twice in a situation like this. He just... "I don't think we should-"
Nonsense. "You see it, don't you?"
"Yes..." Was he talking to himself? Yes, yes he was. He didn't actually say any of that out loud, did he? Anyhow-
Steadying both himself and his grip on his weapon, the wanderers faintly red eyes stared back at this ewe with the same gaze mixed in with his own passion.
Respect? Please. "Oh I do..." His ax followed his stance... "Just not for the likes of you!" Before he dashed at the Lamb once more, this time aiming for their lower area instead of their head. A bold move. Maybe a bit too bold. Because even with his supposed "experience" he left himself wide open.
Goat story
