#(andromeda.)

There is your handle, there is your spout!

When you get all steamed up, heat you shout!

Tip you over and pour you out!

- Andromeda (@vapor-web)

[ooc: OKAY LOOK I HAD A SHOWER AND THOUGHT THIS WOULDVE BEEN FUNNY]

Yadriel prided himself on his expertise in the woods, in all the years he’d spent foraging on his own for survival in the numerous forests throughout Astralis---he’d rarely encountered any issues, not after the first little while of being barely thirteen and completely alone. He’d lived like a lone wolf in solitude, hunting with his bare hands until he figured out how to craft weapons and traps, even now with the Resistance, with their assigned gatherers and woodsmen, he still greatly preferred to do all of his tracking on his own. He’d always had a hard time trusting people, as much as he might have respected Santiago and Noa ... it was hard to reign back the only true instincts he’d ever really known. That was why, in the wee hours of the morning, he’d taken to the woods in search of a stag whose scent he’d been trailing for the last few days. A buck like that would be enough to feed the entirety of the Rebellion for a good week, if not longer, and Yadriel eagerly welcomed the opportunity to clear his head. 

He hadn’t been the same since the wedding. Not really.

He was about three hours into stalking the buck when he’d felt the ground give way beneath him. Molten dark eyes widened in uncharacteristic shock, it was with a choked grunt that he felt a set of sharp spikes shoot upwards and dig in firmly to his midsection. “Jesus fuck,” he spat, angry and in pain as he realized that the unrelenting metal had pierced through his clothing and into his skin, he was bleeding from several jagged puncture wounds, and as he instinctively attempted to twist his way out of the iron teeth, he only succeeded in injuring himself further. This was a trap, obviously---one that was similar to those made for bears but much, much bigger---and with a low, furious growl, Yadriel shouted out into the clearing for the creator of said trap to hear, “Face me like a man and get your cowardly ass out here right fucking now. Who the fuck do you think you are, pislik?” 

name.   ronan eastes. age.   twenty-two. gender / pronouns.   cis male, he / him. faceclaim.   froy gutierrez. curse id.   #0237632. classification.   monster. danger level.   high. status.   closed to applications.

wear your downfall over your body. as some rotten birthright, your family’s arrogance creates the fate that dooms you ; once they claimed to outshine the divine, and so the divine listened. mortality may be a shallow thing and yet they say you are an ocean, a depth to challenge their sanctity. such arrogance cannot go unpunished.

there is no calm in this stillness. you know what hides beneath it. there are only teeth in the water, a creature below the surface that waits for you to cower. there may be a death for you that crests in the waves, but you see the gods’ fear for what it is. your bloodline has boasted themselves equal, and perhaps their claims can hold weight.

SCENE I.

andromeda.  have you come to save me ? perseus.   if you’ll let me. andromeda.  try if you must. i intend to face death as a monster of my own.

SCENE II.

          "I think I might have left my textbook here,” Raielyn said, as she walked up to Andromeda. “Did you happen to see it? Some of the younger students were being loud and I had to chase them off.” 

- Andromeda (I’m so fucking tired.) (@vapor-web)

((The first bracket before the @ is in character btw

Yeah- felt a bit burned out, but i'm back now!! :) Hope nothing went wrong?

Oh. Oh god okay- thank you for blocking him out. uh. dear god that's going to be stuck in my head everytime i try to go to sleep now-

[He gently pats the monitor.]