Oi oi oi!

Oi oi oi lets get some character info in 

Howl von Vale is the name. 30 years young and a published author

A mess of a man with maybe the cleanest soul, very big on friendship and forgiveness 

Loves to drink, loves to drink socially, loves making and eating chili (yes with beans)

Taught martial arts by his landlord, a tiny woman with enough power in her fist to demolish buildings

A middle child and thus prone to middle child syndromes. Category 1: Over achieving

Loves gossip, a true chismis

Carries food in his jacket pockets, from jerky to chicken wings. Just...brush the lint off you’ll be okay.

Knows how to work a sailing vessel. “Im almost a pirate you know?!”

Wise but like nonsense wise.

He likes the words besties and amigo and pal 

Forest Chicken ~ @kickingastral​

She was traveling through the woods, as she was naturally prone to be doing. If you ever needed to find her, just walk through the forest for a bit, it’s hard to miss the sun gleaming off of the rosy colored scales.

On such a occasion, she had a pillow in her arms as she was making her way to her special cave. She found it a long time ago, and had begun steadily moving things from her residence to this place instead. the cold made it difficult to do it quickly, but she was diligent enough. 

Something caught her attention very quickly. A certain smell that she hadn’t smelled in the forest before. She became distracted and followed the scent. She found a human in the woods, he seemed to be minding his own business, but it was undeniable that the scent was coming from him.

Chicken wings. Her absolute most favorite food of all time. 

She didn’t want to approach at first, unsure of who the stranger was or what he was doing here. So she watched him from a distance, pillow in hand as her stomach growled ever so lightly. 

Suddenly, she sneezed.

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This city was still a mess to you, a grey slab of futuristic arcana that confused your senses. Praise the lords that there are still areas that reminded you of home. Verdant forests away from the towering lamps and droning of those horseless carriages. It was good for you to step back and take a breath. Just like Althealand. You feel your lungs fill with the fresh air, the cold air and dew replaced with the warming beacon of the sun above. 

Lunch time, you thought as you looked up to seen the noon sky. The venture into the woods had brought a hunger to you but luckily you were prepared for moments like. Finding a small clearing you stick your hand into your left breast pocket and pull out a small wing, a remnant of a party you attended the night before. The skin no longer crispy, and now a memory of itself at peak taste rubbery and cold. 

Which was fine by you. 

As you begin to start your meal you felt an odd feeling in your gut. 

Perception roll 1d20+3=14 

Head turning behind you as the crack of a sneeze jolts you to attention. 

chaotically evil

Oh, the small child of wonder part of her wants to ask more. If she wasn’t so guarded and disconnected from who she was before everything, she would have asked him about his adventures. She’d probably want to hear all those stories. She does, somewhere deep down but the child doesn’t ask about it.

something does spark her curiosity though at the mention of daughter. So he was a father and read his daughter bedtime stories. Much like her father had.

“did she like the story? Where is she now? Your daughter?”

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”She loved the stories, as much as she could. I remember tucking her into bed when it was my turn, cuddled in her blanket, hugging her little teddy owlbear.” 

You smile a bit to hide a frown and maybe push your tear back in. 

💛 💜 ❤️ || if she was OFFENDED that he called her a little girl, satori shows no expression to indicate such. eyes so blank, unblinking, yet very wide.

❝are you … USUALLY in danger of being ambushed?❞ she remarks wryly, fishing through the machine’s maw for her now purchased iced coffee. ❝so jumpy, my goodness –❞

– and kind of rude. but she’ll chalk it up as a BYPRODUCT of his fish out of water nature. no need to poke at a man already vulnerable.

❝here, do you want me to SHOW you? you certainly won’t get anywhere by just talking to it.❞ well, there goes being antisocial.

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“You’ll be surprised how many time I walk into a new room or trail or corridor and suddenly groups of attackers come my way. The fact I’m still here alive shows you my skills. “ 

And how cooperative your teammates are Howl. It wasn’t just you its a team effort. You take her offer however, and hand the coin to her. Now turning to the machine as your finger press againt the glass. The number underneath the bottle reading G5

“ oho !! my lad , tuck yourself in because it’s storytime . you see , i’ve been here and back not once , not twice , not even thrice ; i actually can’t keep track . the point is this place is like prison . once they throw you in you just keep coming back, baby !! every time things are a bit different though . a new bush in that corner , a new shop on that street , and one day you’re here with the love of your life , and the next – ”

they’re not here .

“ – you catch my drift now , don’t you ?? welcome to hell , pal . honeymoon over . ”

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“My compadre, you’re telling me this trip is not temporary? But I got plants that need to be watered, adventures to be had. A child to raise!!” 

You frown at this realization, brows furrowed. 

“ ew , i don’t want to be here again . ew . “

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Is that a look of judgement as he lists stories he’s written? He lost her at the fight for good and kings and mistakes of empires. He’s definitely lost her in the stories of love and….a blue dog.

There’s a look of judgement and confusion ALL in one.

“And you enjoy writing or talking about these stories? Do you believe them?”

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“Believe them? I’ve lived them lassie! Howl von Vale, adventurer and author. All me stories ‘re based off me travels with the Troupe of Dawn! No doubt about that. I’ve sailed seas, trekked through forests, saw the abyss in the space above us. Played the game of political conquests, saved a village ‘r five. Though....” 

You give the young girl a gentle smile but big enough to clench your eyes shut. 

“Soooo…I suppose the divorce wasn’t amicable? A shame, but you mustn’t dwell on it. Your human life is fleeting after all and it would be pointless. Have all the rebounds you’d like, I say! Oh, but you do get afflicted with sentimental feelings when it comes to relationships, don’t you?”

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“I do.” She answers nearly guarded. She’s watching him like a hawk. Man, with how hard she’s looking at him, she might just cut right through the guy.

“But I also wouldn’t have known you were a story writer. I do not know you, mister.”

Be nicer.

It wasn’t exactly what Eiden had said, but it’s something that she keeps in mind. Something she’s watched Eiden be: Kind.

“What kind of stories?”

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“Fair enough.”

The way she glares at you, reminds you of the way Cordelia would stare at you, or maybe it’s the way Tempie does too. She is her aunt’s niece so it would make sense. It was nostalgic to be fair even if it is a stare of full toxicity. 

“Why wouldn’t you be able to say anything? You’ve experienced love once! And will likely experience it again if given the chance!”

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“Remember friends. Celibate is only two syllables from mast-”