#15-44

what they have in common is being the sole two people in her life that she's astonished to find she doesn't have transactional relationships with. i've talked about it before how that's how she views life — everyone wants something. xianne probably will never be able to fully express what their friendships mean to her

TRACKING , HUNTING , AND CAPTURING IS NOW NATURAL TO HER . yet laying in wait for for whatever creature had been massacring the unsuspecting town was as uncomfortable as ever . bianca would have almost preferred setting up endless amounts of traps than watching and waiting . though , she knows that would defeat the purpose of putting any up at all ; too many would surely be noticed and do the exact opposite of what lady artemis had sent her to do .

the most frustrating part is not being able to really do  anything while waiting . even with her senses blessed with keen awareness , bianca knows she has to keep an eye on her defenses . the trap itself is made of two components : carefully placed crossbows to shoot arrows and a covered up net that would catch her target after being pushed the way from the arrows . she would have to act FAST once caught . OF COURSE , it is not meant to hold forever . even with enchanted netting surely wouldn’t hold a beast of the alleged brutality she’s seen -- it would at least do until she could get some answers .

the huntress herself lays in waiting quite literally , pressed down to the forest floor beneath the brush of a wildberry bush . keen eyes are trained ardently on where the net lays hidden . she wishes at least she could read a book , braid her hair , or listen to some music . but she’s all too aware she can’t risk it . it’s been maybe two hours . just before she can grumble out another irritated string of curses , THERE’S A RUSH OF WIND . 

EXCEPT -- it isn’t  wind . sounds of the crossbow’s trips being triggered and the swoop of her net ring out through the forest like ALARM BELLS , soon followed by a string of angry curses . not quite  what she expected . but she sure as hell isn’t going to wait in astonishment . bianca springs forward from her spot and deftly approaches the being she’s caught . to her surprise once more , it looks like JUST A MAN ( well , a rather rugged one that seems to be the picture of every man her mother once warned her about ) . a wolf in stray dog’s clothing , maybe .

SILVER , ENCHANTED BOW GLINTS IN THE MOONLIGHT WITH ARROW AT THE READY . brows furrowed into what she hopes is an unreadable look of seriousness , she blazes a look up at him . ❝ kicking around like that won’t help . it’ll just keep getting tighter around you , ❞ bianca states with all the confidence she can muster , ❝ WHAT are you and WHY are you killing these girls ?  your answers’ll decide what happens next , so i’d choose my words pretty carefully . ❞ 

@15-44​ asked: Are there any myths or legends that citizens still remember?  /  fanregion development (accepting!)

For the most part, the myths and legends told in Adreffe are recycled stories from the students’ or staff’s native regions. Galarian students will often talk about the Darkest Day and the iconic hero of old, and will be met with Johto students recalling the burning of the Brass Tower and the birth of the Legendary Beasts. It’s all a bit of a melting pot at this point, with the region still too young to develop a unique lore of its own.

However, that doesn’t mean there aren’t little superstitions here and there!

One example of this is the Lunar Pool, a popular habitat for Lunatone and Umbreon. It’s surrounded on all sides by a thick forest canopy, often giving the illusion of an eternal night, with the only opening being a hole in the trees just big enough for moonlight to shine through. It’s a popular spot with those who worship Cresselia, and the pokemon has been said to make the occasional appearance.

            ❛  Why  is  it  that  your  kind  lurks  around  every  damn  corner  ?  I  just  saw  one  of  your  pals  in  the  previous  block,  what  happened  to  we  stay  hidden  till  it’s  biting  time  ?  ❜  Not  even  vampires  held  ideals  anymore.

@15-44​ ASKED:  💬 !!

Clark wrinkled his nose in distaste, exhaled a long and tired sigh. ❝ He couldn’t have died at a worse time. ❞ it sounded far too annoyed to be a statement of genuine distress. ❝ They always go before you can get the information you actually need. It’s all frantic death mumbling for the most part. ❞ another long look at the now corpse and the well-dressed man turned his attention to the other. 

❝ You yourself seem to have quite poor timing as well. I really would prefer this not become a whole situation. I’m a firm believer in pretending nothing was seen. It makes it much easier for all parties involved. ❞

she has a lot to teach him

time was a funny, substantial but  small  thing. both  inarguably  impassable to most   and  easily weathered by that which really matters —-- like friendship. when out on an eve with twilight set in, solar runs into an old friend. and they're so happily surprised they  can hardly contain it !!

never one to stay the same, their current physicality wasn’t the one he’d known. she was young. a child really, with brown skin and glasses, blue hair.  of course,  solar approaches this as delicately as they would anything else.

—-- arms out wide  solar runs excitedly towards the man, their pigtails bouncing. when they latch onto one of his arms their large oval glasses go  completely  askew.

“ gavner !!  a million to one, yet here we are  ! —-- take that, you !! ” with a laugh, solar strikes out and points up at nothing that could be seen by the naked eye, but something all the same.  a thread bespoke to probability.