#aamaranthiine

It was, as always, a gloomy day on Route 17. A soft but ceaseless rain pelted the road and surrounding tangle of greenery. Between the weather and his inept but marginally determined Grunts, it wasn't the sort of path any normal person chose to tread. If someone did make it this far, then the washed-up cop who lurked around the edges would turn them back.

Surprising, then, that today someone had made her way here. Someone who absolutely looked like she should be holed up in one of Akkala's fanciest hotels instead of braving the mud and elements here. He arches a brow, rising from his chosen lurking spot.

"You lost, lady? Dis no place for a tea party, in case ya no noticed." Thrusting his hands into his pockets, he sizes her up. Probably had some rare Pokemon, though he couldn't imagine they'd be the sort to battle. Still, could be worth something. But the woman's fancy clothing, it reminded him of Lusamine, and gave him pause.

🎀 – ties a ribbon around your muse’s wrist. "for good luck!"

luck. something he needed more than anything right now. his heart was breaking and with the ribbon upon his wrist..he looked at it and tears brimmed in his eyes.

@aamaranthiine

His is bleeding, scarlet rivulets streaming to those rumpled ferns underfoot. A stab wound, a gouge at his side, just beneath his ribs, and Roland is near feral in his protective stance.

His great body heaves to prevent a yipe of purest pain; for each inhale hast his wound to flex, to stream more lifeblood past his clutching, staunching grip, and his handsome face is marred by his permanent wince.

Littered with bruises and broken fingers, knuckles purpled and doubled in size, and a sprained foot is this broken doll of a gangling Mummer, trying to hide himself within the brush.

ʚïɞ      . . .      @aamaranthiine  tapped  the  heart  for  a  starter  !

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒  𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒     —     each  hand  and  sleeve  soon  defiled  after  picking  up  the  lethal  Nichirin  steel,  sullied  by  the  demonic  crimson  that  tainted  not  just  their  skin,  but  the  world  at  large.  Missions  were  usually  accompanied  by  an  aftermath  unpleasant  even  to  those  with  strong  stomachs  and  steeled  nerves:  the  aftermath  of  a  battle  seldom  offered  beauty,  except  to  the  exceptionally  sadistic  beholder.  

He awoke from his deep slumber. A feeling of familiarity among the sea of apathy && constant exhaustion turned his attention to the shore of the deep sea that'd become his dwelling. Not someone he knew, not a mortal come to beg him for a blessing upon their life, but a being not unlike himself. They were not godly, but their presence still carried the air of undying, unaging, && strength that mortals did not possess.

Whispers from the god to the creatures of the sea, a question of who the being was passed from where he resided in the deep darkness, to the shore where sea turtles could peek out of the water && back down again, a squid excitedly pulling on one of his many tentacles to urge him to the surface. Something had come to the sea's edge, an unearthly beauty unlike anything his companions had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Four legged, shiny white fur that gleamed in the pale moonlight, a single horn sprouting from their head. Most of the beast's kin were skittish, startling at the smallest of movements, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Lovecraft had heard stories of them from humans, thought to be nothing more than an animal from a storybook about knights && princesses. But he knew of their existence && the truth of it.

Even as a god, Lovecraft was not immune to the pull of such a captivating creature, a rare eagerness rising within him as he moved towards the surface. He would present himself as human, or at least as human as he could manage, as to not scare the unicorn away. Masses of tentacles became arms && legs. Slick, mucus-covered flesh became skin. He could not hide all his features in the guise of a mortal. Dark grey eyes were like that of an octopus && his ears sprouted into three points like a fin, but it was presentable enough to pass as an Ability user.

When he rose from the water, he was nearly nose to snout with the unicorn. Slowly, carefully, he moved his arms to cross atop an outcropping of rocks so he looks up at the unicorn, the rest of his body still enveloped by the sea. He regarded her curiously, eyes wide with mild wonder. In the couple millenia he'd been alive, he'd yet to see a unicorn && already he found he was captivated by how...adorable they were.

Starter for @aamaranthiine

The miko was simply walking down from the mountain after taking some time to gather some herbs for the village a few miles away from an illness outbreak, when she heard the demons not far. Kikyo's eyes glanced down from the tiny rocky cliffside as she saw the open field, another female facing off against five demons. Placing the small handbasket on the ground, she reached from her quiver three nichirin arrows. The ravenette lined up her marks and imbued the weapons with some spiritual purification.

The human released the bowstring, letting them fly like lavender shooting stars. She started to put away her bow and would slowly make her way towards the clearing to collect the arrows. The miko knew that the demon would be vanished by the time she arrived, and at least give the slayer a fighting chance, taking out three. It helped that from the distance she was out, the demon did not pick up her scent or care enough, focusing on the slayer right in front of them.

The three arrows landed on their marks, decapitating the demons that were surrounding the female. The arrows were all embedded deep into the ground from the force of the impact after the demons' heads were blown clean off. The purification was slowly simmering away, and a few minutes later, she arrived at the scene with all the demons gone.

Standing at the treeline, she spoke in a calm tone, "Are you alright?" Kikyo stepped closer as she could smell the blood that lingered in the air, but something that confused her was the spiritual aura this stranger was giving off.

"Can you move?"

he could taste copper in his mouth, genya knew it was only a matter of time before he bled out anyway. with the demon taken care of before he could take some of it's nutrients to help his healing, he could only curse himself for not thinking ahead of time.

whipping his head around to the voice asking him if he could move about, his breath was already heavy before doing his best to stand.

Munday Meme [Accepting]

This is going to make me emotional, isn't it?

There’s something rare and precious about a friend who stays when you’re at your lowest, who sees you in the moments you’re not proud of and chooses to stay. @dreamawoken has been that friend to me for the past ten years, through the hardest parts of my life; she's been here giving me love and support in ways that genuinely changed me as a person. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being grateful for that.

She's been the friend I could depend on through every high and low of grief, while I was losing people I thought were friends, while I was doing the hard work of healing, she saw who I was [and who I’m still trying to become] and she's never given up on me. She inspires me to continue to strive to be the best version of myself and to be a source of love and support in the rpc and in my day to day life.