#cruelsimper

I would like to confess off of anon, how much I adore etherealsummoner, espersheart, and divinumequiti. I couldn't ask for better friends and partners. All of them are so dedicated to their characters. Our long sob fests over canon feels have never brought me closer to anyone else. Kuja/Kefka-Mun loves all three of you. The world needs to know how amazing all of you are. Started from the bottom now we here girls~ Cruelsimper

cruelsimper is a truly fantastic writer, and I am really happy to have met them this year, honestly. They roleplay with everyone, and it's so amusing to see what they will say as Kuja. - Anonymous

cruelsimper said: //whispers i’d rp lust or mustang *O*

      -⊰❀⊱-       There were few times a day Kiba didn't wonder how he continued to attract attention. He couldn't imagine there were that many who could glimpse through the illusion which settled like a mist over their minds, and the very fact that he glared at most whom he caught staring wasn't anything unnatural in shady towns such as this.

Perhaps there were numerous factors which made the wolf in human's guise stand out, but none he had caught yet. Not to say he particularly relished the idea of becoming any more like the two-legged race than he already had.

Even now there were eyes on him, eyes which he rose his own gaze to steadily meet, making it a point to inform the stranger he was aware of their gaze.

"--Kuja."

Well gee, there was a face he hadn't been expecting to see-- but then there was very little about Kuja that was predictable, something of which he'd quickly learnt during his time fighting in the war.

But the war was over now, right? And while he still couldn't remember much about his life at all, Kuja was one mark he could never seem to forget.

Except-- he wasn't quite sure how he felt about that. Kuja wasn't all too bad, really; and while they'd fought on numerous occasions (both having lost their fair share of said battles on eventually equal groundings) Zidane couldn't say he hated him. Couldn't say he disliked him either-- he was just... wary. For good reasons.

If there was one thing he did know, however, it was that he didn't want to fight. Not any more. The war was over, so what would be the point of it?

//raises a shy hand

      -⊰❀⊱-      The dregs of humankind gather in this town; the low-lives, the hunters, the murderers. Such a place may as well have been famous for the kind of company it attracted. All in all it should have been a place Kiba avoided -- in fact it may as well have been the poster-child for the kind of situations he actively steered clear of. But upon catching the scent of what he was certain to be one of his packmates, he ventured forth regardless.

Wrong or not, he owed it at least to himself to check and make sure. There was no scent of blood in the air -- at least not that belonged to one of them -- but that didn't necessarily mean they couldn't be in distress. There was a chance they could be in need of help, a help Kiba was more than willing and capable to provide once he'd located them.

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     ° -- OPEN {claireverie}

     ° -- OPEN {dernierefleur}

     ° -- Starter {from cruelsimper}

     ° -- The Summoner and Her Nobody {lighthearted-nobody}

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