*+° S ᴛ ᴀ ʀ ʟ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ *+°

✦   ─ ━ Ѕһɩɴоβɩ   He was only scouting out the area so far, since missions requires a good sense of what everyone is doing and of the layout of the area but ah….it seems he is caught in the act by the Saber there. Honestly he was surprised that he’s been caught…. ❝Pardon for the intrusion, although can say you have very good perception to be able to sense me there in a way. Class; Assassin. True Name; Fuuma Kotaro. I mean no harm.❞ 

     Even  if  ---at  the  moment--  Saber  was  solely  training,  his  most  recent  Master  has  left  him  know  that  he  wouldn't  be  alone.  Some  companions  would  show  up  in  the  meantime,  all  of  them  belonging  at  different  classes.  

  His  wary  has  eased  once  his  new  partner  stated  both  True  Name  &  Class  besides  his  purposes.  The  Prince  has  crossed  few  words  with  his  Master,  though  he  was  sure  they  would  have  left  their  other  Servants  know  about  him  as  well,  such  like  they've  done  with  him,  this  including  generic  descriptions  of  each  one  of  his  future  companions.

  And  most  probably,  that  should  be  the  Assassin  they  spoke  about.  It  couldn’t  be  any  other.

                     ——❝Assassin...❞

    ——❝My  respects  at  you,  and  my  apologies  for  my  insolence.  I  assume  we  have  the  same  Master,  is  that  so ?  They  have  told  me  about  an  Assassin  accompanying  their  path,  so. . .  it  must  be  you.  It  can  be  no  other.

   It's  a  pleasure  to  meet  you.  I'm  Saber-Class  Servant,  Prince  of  Lan  Ling  is  my  true  name.❞  

                                                   the eyes

      You are always looking. ahead, back, up, down. you can see all the possibilities, all the consequences, all the stars. your power is steady, squinting, taking everything in. your power is glaring, shining. your strength is in tears of happiness, sorrow, anger, fear. your strength is in your ability to dream, to understand. and you are never the first to blink.

{ Hello everybody !! Hope you're doing excellent. My apologies for the absence--- it's certainly a long since I don't get in here.

   Personal reasons have had me apart from this blog, besides the work I had pending because of that as well. It’s particularly not been easy for me to communicate with people due to trust issues I’ve kept byproduct of disgusting circumstances I had to experience with people I trusted in the most ---and this includes roleplay as well since that was the activity I used to do the most with them. Anyways, I'm embracing this new blog once again & hopefully giving myself into RP, if you are still interesting in the matter. If you're not, I'll perfectly understand since it's been a long time after my last log into here.  I'll be shooting messages to everyone I've plotted or ever had threads with anyways, if that's not a bother at all. I'd be pleased to keep threads going--- yet again, only if you please. This is a thing of two parts and I respect if you decide to decline continuing any threads we've had or plotted at all.

   At  the  moment  a  Servant  &  their  horse  have  crossed  paths  with  ---who  appeared  to  be--  their  Master,  it  wouldn’t  hard  to  deduct  their  Class.  He  held  a  firm  posture,  yet  there  was  something  off  with  him  besides  his  peculiar  appearance  which  could  only  resemble  a  knight...

      Although,  the  existence  of  the  Mask  concealing  the  rider's  face  could  hint  secrets,  distrust---  or  better  put  into  words,  discomfort  with  what  existed  underneath.

  A  marked  despite  proximate  distance  could  even  force  that  statement,  at  least  in  this  Servant's  mind.  Nonetheless,  all  such  concerns  had  to  put  aside  before  introducing  himself.

——❝I’m  here  to  respond  at  your  summons. Saber-Classed  Servant,  Prince  of  Lanling.  

   Master,  please   accept  my  services.❞

  Their  movements  were  graceful,  agile,  precise.  Such  a  formidable  warrior.  It  could  easily  be  a  Servant,  although  something  was  ( off )  with  them.  Simply  approaching  &  politely  asking  for  a  spar  would  be  not  only  unwise  but  dangerous.  He  continued  swinging  his  blade  and  working  out  himself,  until  the  voice  was  close  enough  to  be  ignored.  Literally  in  front  of  him,  there  was  a  girl,  swords  in  hand.  The  doubt  resided  in  who  approached  who.  Or  if  they,  through  training,  have  crossed  paths  accidentally.

——❝Oh--- m-my  apologies !  I  was  not  willing  to  intrude  in  your  way !❞  

      His  voice  was  subtly  shivery,  indicating  a  tint  of  nervousness  upon  such  unexpected  encounter,  though  it  could  also  be  caused  by  the  slight  tiredness  crawling  through  his  backs  ---if  that  was  ever  possible.  

THE FOREST GOD

The shrouded entity guarding the woods. whether you can be killed is up for debate. either you picked the answers that sounded cool to you or i honestly have no clue how you got here. how's it feel to be the mystery. 

  A  brief  gasp  sufficed  to  stop  his  movements  in  a  sudden.  The  only  thing  moving  now  was  his  chest,  marking  a  deep  breathe.  His  eyes  darted  everywhere,  SURE  of  what  his  hearing  senses  have  just  perceived.  He  wasn't  alone.  

   Despite  having  lowered  his  weapon  in  order  to  demonstrate  a  pacifist  attitude,  his  guard  has  kept  up  &  sharp.

——❝Manifest  yourself,  please !  Ally...  or  foe ?❞

    His  attires  were  loosened,  tied  by  purple  ropes,  hinting  his  origins  in  the  Orient  during  ancient  times.  Although  his  intense  lavender  sight  was  deep,  there  was  a  tint  of  timidity  on  it.  Despite  the  possiblity  of  existing  insecurity  nesting  in  the  innermost  of  his  soul,  he  had  in  front  no  other  else  than  his  Master  ---someone  whose  loyalty  &  trust  should  be  given  devotedly,  something  that  had  to  be  demonstrated  since  the  begin  nonetheless.  Thenceforth  he  addressed  her  with  a  firm  attitude  &  a  gentle  voice  tone.

——❝Servant,  Saber.  Prince  of  Lanling  has  responded  at  your  summons.  Please,  apologize  my  insolence  for  I  have  come  to  you  wearing  a  mask.❞