#farlandoutcasts

              𝓘𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮 , but bathing is rarely indulged in by the faerie past practicality . A few minutes at varied times through the day , scattered between work and other , more preferred , uses of her time , make for what is and has been typical for some decades . And here in the wilds , she feels no incentive to do otherwise .              That mind for efficiency fits his decision to join her (   so to speak , as there is not much of a boundary to draw or cross over the entire river running beside their temporary camp   ) , and consequently that alone draws no reaction . It is when she notices that Murdo has settled against a natural protrusion of rocks , simply lounging in the lighter currents of shallower water , that her incredulity is sparked .              Toothiana’s approach is , as often the case , defiant against all logic in its subtlety . Contrast , her regard for the fact that he might appreciate a little more privacy than what is afforded by her suddenly appearing on top of the rocks he’s resting against is , perhaps , a consideration set aside only temporarily .

Send a symbol and my muse will respond to yours…: Accepting

Time was fickle in this dying land. As its end drew closer the sky was often more a stagnant, oppressing grey but there were times the flicker of an old cycle would show itself and the sky would grow dark, dazzled with spots of stars and cosmic clouds. At least, that was what she heard during or after the fact. She did not envy them for a thing she could no longer gaze upon, memory of times she could and had sometimes alluding her, but with all the talk sometimes it made her wonder.

It was on such an occasion she heard their newest resident rise and step out for a time. Some minutes passed as the Firekeeper mulled over her thoughts before she quietly rose and for the first time in quite a while she climbed the steps and walked outside near the Giant tree to feel the cool air of the night upon her skin. In a way she could not quite place, it felt refreshing, but even still it seemed to have little impact of note upon her.

Rose at first jumped a little,but relaxed as she heard thesomewhat rough voice of theamber gem. 

The homeworld gems hadretreated a few hours ago,but the tension in the airwas still quite obvious. Any sudden attacks hada high chance of happening.

So, Rose understood whyWulfuenite hands felt shakyand why he said what he did.

“It’s fine, we’re allstill tense, I think this is needed duringthis time.”

the-old-crossroads

In the middle of this dark forest surrounded by nothing but dreaded atmosphere, trees filled with no life, and dangerous beasts, Proto didn't expect to came across a small sign of civilization: a house.

As skilled as he may be as a cyborg ninja with an impressive and advanced arsenal, it was still tiring of having to defend yourself for a long duration, not to mention that a part of his clothes is damaged again and he himself is wounded, as evidenced by a large claw mark running across his chest. Fresh wounds were still bleeding, and his left metal forearm has a tooth mark imprinted on it.