#darklingdragon

          they say that, centuries ago, this ground had been watered with historic blood. forced to march alongside the rest of the camp ( but are they soldiers or prisoners? or sacrifices? what is their place in this strange war they’d been thrust into without context or the chance to regain their bearings? ), she’s given just enough time to mull over what might await them and take in the daunting unknown that lay as interminable and inevitable as the endless stretch of deceptively picturesque fields. since they’d woken up on this foreign ground, it’s been nothing but struggle after struggle — first the inexplicable illness that had gripped half their lot and vanished with equally little explanation, then to be rounded up and walked into the encampment as ‘ guests ’, though she knew better than that. the skirmish that had suddenly broken out, the lives that had been taken — and restored?

          now this: the solemn line of demoralized yellow marching in grim silence; she’s been in an army before, but it wasn’t anything like this. ( she’d been among comrades, at least friendly faces. ) why are they here to fight an empire none of them have a quarrel with? if, as the shared dreams imply, they had been sent here for a reason, then why isn’t anything coming together at all?

                                maybe her biggest fear in all of this,                        is that they’ll just die here, for a cause none of them agreed to,                                                  and everything— it’ll all be for nothing.

          now this: a disturbance in the ranks near the front; she grabs her naginata on instinct, anticipating an ambush. already? men shout; shouts turn to screams; the formation dismantles and soldiers start to break away; she catches one’s panicked face as he shoves her aside to escape. are they so weak-willed—

          now this: no, not weak-willed, because the sight that greets them isn’t the sea of adrestian and armor-clad red that they’d expected to be waiting for them, but something grotesque: a swelling mass that gurgles and snarls as it rapidly grows. one of their own? she spots the last tatters of gold and black before they are swallowed into a pattern of camouflage hide as would be found on the coat of a hind. it’s familiar dark curls, then, that twist and harden and elongate into ten, twelve, twenty point antlers of branching, macabre black, when she realizes the chilling truth;

                                       now this: ❝ ... claude? ❞

          it takes shape before all of their eyes: a monstrously large stag ( just like the visions! ) that would be only that if not for when it turns its face towards them to reveal a nightmarish chimera of human and cervid and rows of demonic teeth. but it’s the gleeful malice frozen in bloodshot eyes that she thinks she’ll never forget.

          teeth chattering, she wills herself to push past the shock, to pull her weapon from her back and into her hands. don’t shake. shigure and a few others she knows are nearby; they'd faced horror together before. and they’d made it out then. ❝ if the others won’t fight— ❞ palms cinch firm around polished wood, ❝ —then we’ll have to. ❞ more and more of the so-called alliance army scatters around them; is this what that prophetic voice had been leading them to? are they the only ones willing to stand their ground in the end?

          the stag rears — ❝ don’t let it escape! ❞ — and she charges;

caeldori misses! ( 4 )

          blade raised and legs crouched, ready to leap and bring a first shattering blow down on the distortion’s broad shoulders and give her allies an opening. but she never gets off the ground, doesn’t expect magic,

cervid husk attacks! ( 14 )

          for forelegs to gash at the air and a burst of wind to knock her solidly backwards, eyes squeezed shut and tumbling painfully through the grass, only years of training keeping her from losing her weapon in the process. when she slows, a sharp twinge from her torso suggests she’d bruised or torn something, maybe, in that poorly timed attempt. ugh, embarrassing. she’s supposed to be better than this. butt of the pole to the ground, she pushes to her feet, steadies herself. a monster that big would be tough to fight on foot. just her luck, to end up in a clash like this for her life without a pegasus.

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  - NOT ACCEPTING. 

🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?   (also asked by @jehannanmage ) 

as boisterous as ferdinand is, i do believe ferdinand ultimately keeps his companions at an arm’s distance, preferring not have himself be emotionally intimate. this roots itself in the fact that, again, ferdinand strives to become the model nobility, being the ideal leader both among the common folk and among his fellow nobles as well. there’s a level of face he forces himself to uphold, vulnerability that he refuses to surface to another, if only because he refuses to showcase weakness and potentially break whatever image he’s meticulously crafted.

that’s not to say ferdinand doesn’t love company though. everyone knows he loves being the center of attention and also loves a good party. he adores all the positivity of friendship and the benefits of amazing companionship, he just can’t afford indulging in deeper levels of intimacy that comes with it. that’s not to say ferdinand refuses to be a shoulder to lean on to his peers (in fact, he does enjoy the idea of being a pillar of support), he can’t bring himself to be vulnerable.

ferdinand networks like a madman. he’ll introduce himself to literally anyone and everyone, down to the point a majority of individuals at the monastery have probably spoken to ferdinand at least once by the time the first month of school passes.  he’ll take any opportunity to foster good relations and be of aid, again, since he believes that’s a noble’s duty.

@darklingdragon & @lethalbeautyofetruria

His thoughts refuse to let to of the weird dream that seems to have brought him into this odd place as he flies. Everything is weird, and bad, and wrong. Granted, he isn’t sure if whatever this is beats the petrified world after Ashera’s jugdment, but if it doesn’t, it’s a very close second. That event was also weird and bizarre, but at least they one, did not get warped into a random unfamiliar place, and two, got explanations almost immediately. Doesn’t look like that’s going to be the case here.

He flies in his hawk form, partially because he has a sharper eyesight that way, and partially because maybe, just maybe, he should try to look like a regular animal and possibly avoid some suspicions if he gets spotted?

He doesn’t even know what they’re supposed to be on the lookout for.

The main thing of note he has seen so far would be that town that the Nohrian princess, mage kid and thief girl had already gone to check out, so he pays little attention to that. They’ll probably bring more information.

Far in the horizon to the east, there are army banners. Something’s going down, that is for sure. He would have to get closer to try and figure out what exactly, though. That place and the town seem to be the only information sources currently available and Lady Camilla’s group already has the latter covered, but Tibarn has a feeling that just going to an army camp for a chat m”ight not be the best of ideas.

Maybe his companions have better ones.

He knows next to nothing of them, but what better way to meet new people than a bizarre dream-like adventure, right? Actually, he could probably think of about a hundred better ways to meet new people, but this’ll have to do for now.

He picks up the pace to rejoin with the dragon girl that was observing the area to the west. “There seems to be some sort of armed force to the east”, he informs Myrrh. “Have you seen anything of note over there?”

Fruit HCs!

I wouldn’t say there’s anything about Leonie’s hobbies/habits that are particularly unusual. Other than how stingy she is with buying items and reusing things until they really are broken in the full sense of the word none of her habits are noteworthy of being labeled as strange. 

Even then, her stinginess is to be expected when she has a mountain load of debt to pay off. I would attribute it to being like Fire Emblem’s version of student loans-she lives miserly in order to pay off the money she owes back to her village.

verses meme! (accepting) | @darklingdragon

myrrh has entered the battle!

battle theme: Pretty Apricot

battle intro: “Here we go... Let’s both do our best, okay?” 

victory: “Don’t worry, you’ll get better at it with a little practice.”

defeat: "Wait a minute, you’re a...?” 

taunt: “Don’t drop your dragonstone!” 

reacting to taunt: “Eh? W-Who even told you that?!”  

tie: “Good match, Myrrh! Shall we have a snack break?” 

perfect victory: “Oh... Oh! I’m so sorry! You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?” 

final finisher: “You won’t get away from me!” 

⚔ tag-team quotes ⚔

assist: “I’m here now! Don’t let up on them!”

myrrh down during assist: “H-How could you?!” 

using item on myrrh: “Do you need this? I got extra!” 

healing/buffing myrrh: “Just take a deep breath... this’ll help.” 

(So like, I kind of had an idea for this that was more angsty like an actual battle, but let me know if you want it to be a sparring session instead.)

Battle Theme: Glacial Solitude

Battle Intro: “Go home to darkling wood Myrrh. As much as I’d rather not, I won’t hesitate to strike you if you stand in my way.”

Victory: "Be still...”

Defeat: “It looks like this is the end, I will say hello to Morva for you my friend...”

Taunt: “I’ve read of the legendary power of the manaketes, surely this isn’t all you’re capable of.”

Reacting to Taunt: “Nothing you say can make me slip up here, the stakes are too high.”

Tie: “I’ve made some mistake, you’re stronger than I foresaw.”

Perfect Victory:  “God, Prince Lyon, what have I done?”

Final Finisher: “I hope you find peace Myrrh, I really do.”

⚔ TAG-TEAM QUOTES ⚔

Assist: “Let me help with that.”

Your Muse Down During Assist: “I’ll take care of you.”

Using Item on Your Muse:  “Alright Myrrh, let’s patch you up.”

Healing/Buffing Your Muse: "This is the least I can do.”

Fruity Headcanons | Accepting | Also asked by @unbalancing-act & @celestialbloom

Hm... I would probably say a little bit of both for all the questions. So, I would say she is about average in terms of overall intelligence. There’s nothing that really stands out to me as overly intelligent or less than, but in her supports she definitely has her moments. 

Nat and I HC that the Frelia sibs had private tutors growing up and on top of that, she did train to be a pegasus knight. However, despite having this knowledge, she starts out, presumably, not having much experience outside of the castle. She’s really written off by like three people in her supports as naive or someone who needs to be protected. At first glance, it is for good reason, they’re looking out for a friend/sister and she does have a little bit of a temper/tendency to rush into things, like someone who wouldn’t have the experience to know that you can’t just throw a tantrum and storm in on anger alone. 

Byleth knew her life had been a little removed from society, but that her father forgot to mention that some people simply had wings seemed like a large oversight on his part.