#generalzelgius

     𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒, long tendrils of fire reach upwards into the darkness that has swallowed Wolfhaim. The fire crackles softly, accompanied by the rhythmic shink of stone upon steel. Though the hour is late, the hunter has yet to follow sleep’s lure. Instead, he’s preparing his tools for the day ahead. The moon, a pale bruise stamped into the black, star-dotted sky, offers its ghostly embrace to all it gazes down upon, from pines to the camp that sits in their midst. An unforgiving, monster-ridden woodland has surrendered this patch of territory, a pinprick of temporary domesticity. 

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 | STATUS: ACCEPTING

────── The sound of voice cuts through the panic that had been expanding it's hold on her mind. Silver hues hazed through a sea of blood that threatened to choke her into nothingness, a shiver running up her spine at the inevitability of being forced back into the familiar shining halls of her most sacred shrine. At least, that is what could have happened if it wasn't for the fact that she had Zelgius at her side now.

An ambush of acolytes turns into a would be plan. She could still feel the malicious intent as they tried to attack as if it would never leave her skin, no matter how many times she washed it away. She hated the way that their eyes gleamed at her like she was a prize. To bring back the wayward Goddess would have been establishing themselves as the hero of the cult that claims her as it's icon. It was clear what the intent was but she'd not noticed it until it was too late, unlike the general.

Now here she is, barely remembering him protecting her until she could hear no more of the sounds of shouting. Until she could no more feel the dark intent of those who'd come to claim her.

She's still shivering when she remembers where she is and silver starlight immediately alights upon her savior. "Zelgius, I-" How does she thank someone who had really risked his life for her? Someone whose only barely shown him who she is? Then, as sudden as she thinks that she should thank her savior reverently, she thinks of injuries and it is enough to spur her into action.

She immediately moves to her feet and comes to him, quicker than one might think she is capable, and she immediately reaches out to place her hands on his arms. "Did they hurt you...?" She asks, scrutinizing him as much as she can. His immediate physique looks....okay...but there is still so much of him and much of it is not within her reach. At least, not unless he leans down for her. "Lean down, let me look at you." She demands, her voice trembling with worry. She certainly couldn't repay him for saving her with injuries from her enemies. Not with this fragile, worried heart.

“  you have a beautiful soul.  ” @generalzelgius

HEAVEN IS BEQUEATHED UPON HER under the guise of stars and holy delights. a mosaic masterpiece is forged from iridescence and translucent fervor, as life dwells upon her through the throbbing of aortic pulses. she breathes life and she is radiant. porcelain surmises the milkiness of flesh and beaming complexion. she harkens the color gold, matches it to the sacrosanct medley of her chest, and celebrates it like midnight's constellation. the youngest to a family of prophecies, she is dubbed her kingdom's most brightest and dearest star. she is holy, because she has to be holy. yet under the glistening and brilliant deception, she too harbors a soul tainted in rot and undoing. calamity slumbers beneath her magnetic smile : pure, pure, it is always pure. gentle and unknowing, she ignores blasphemy like second nature, until she forces herself to forget it all together.

❝ — why general, you flatter me. ❞ humble upbringing wields itself to the sonnet of her lips. a charming celestial smile. a kind violet gaze. hand place softly onto the ivory fabric resting upon her chest, and she lowers herself for a brief moment to curtesy. ❝ my soul is the same as any other, i am sure. ❞ she laughs kindly, and unbothered. rumors of the princess fascination of demise continues to be proven true, and stella does not shy away from the light that seeks out her eyes. ❝ and should judgement day arises i can only hope the gate above welcomes us all. ❞ her tone is lighthearted / teasing in nature. she speaks not like a prophet awaiting her sermon, but rather a whimsical maiden with too much time on her hands.

　　𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. it was a great comfort to robin that so many had grown to care for her wellbeing, even knowing where she came from and the potential danger she possessed. but hearing it stated aloud and so directly made the tactician's face heat up.

A long and uncertain journey lay before them, but their cause was plainly noble. Zelgius’ presence had quickened his plan to pursue Seo-yeon, all in hopes of finding valid clues about what had truly befell her. Considering what they were going to contend with, they would need all of the aid they could muster. Not that Jae-hyo would refuse the other’s company, in his opinion, the decision wasn’t up to him- The sellsword was going whether Zelgius chose to accompany him, or not.

The seasoned warrior had already gone above and beyond merely aiding him for an unspecified amount of time, though he was certain that the other male would earnestly state there was ‘no need to thank him’ with kind gestures and other acts of appreciation. 

Luckily, there were clear skies and less powerful winds gusting along the landmarks of the plains, which made traveling far less of a daunting endeavor. They were leaving much of the landscape behind them in a smaller amount of time. As the grasslands began to recede, more hilly terrain and hiking became involved. When they could, they paid to hitch a ride on a merchant caravan, which removed the burden of walking solely by foot and conserved their strength, but they still had to make camp and feed themselves. Building up a sweat took little by the way of labor, searching for kindling and setting traps for game.

They’d caught and skinned a few rabbits, making a pleasant tasting (if lean) stew from the reserves of their supplies. Yoon had to sneak in a few sprinkles of crushed red pepper flakes into his own bowl to make it more to his taste, but all in all- it had been a good day of scouting and hunting.

“We should be nearing the forest soon,” he observed, gesturing his spoon at the massive canopy of dense woodlands in the distance. The rogue had been more subdued throughout their trek, his normally witty banter and gusto having waned considerably. Now little more than a dim glow of his former self, there had been more awkward silences than he could count on his hands. Zelgius usually ate, took watch over the fire, then traded shifts with Jae as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon- But he really thought he might lose it if they didn’t start talking a bit more.

“So… Knighthood and whatnot,” he reflected, drumming his thin fingers against the lean muscle of his right thigh.

So there were unfamiliar faces around now... Eren couldn't say he left his house enough to really see if it was a frequent thing, but he doubted many people would willingly visit Paradis. Even if things were less tense now by force, at the very least, Marleyans didn't really visit and the rest of the world that still existed probably wasn't keen on it either. Some exceptions were around here and there, but those were mainly he and Historia's old friends. They would stop by every now and then, unintentionally always reminding Eren of the distance between them and how much things had changed.

Being surrounded by walls usually meant strangers didn't show up. Usually, in the case of people like his father bending the idea that nobody should have. Eren's whole life though there had been walls. Strangers from outside hadn't been a thing for most of his life. Even when the titan shifters infiltrated, he hadn't known for so long that outsiders had gotten in - that there were outsiders. This man here though - Eren would have recognized him if he had ever seen him before, surely. He was probably not from within the former walls.

@generalzelgius​​ ; thread continued

        Why   ?   Why was this woman so insistent on getting him to open up about himself and speak   ?   It was a tad bit irritating, if Zelgius was being honest with himself, but another part of him did appreciate the sentiment. It was nice to be heard, to be understood, but that opened up a whole world of vulnerability, one he wasn't sure he was ready to acknowledge now or ever. Besides, the two of them have yet to become personable enough for divulging the inner workings of his heart. That would take some time if it were to happen in the future.

      ❛   Now, now, Rafiel will be getting jealous with how much interest you are taking in me as of late, Queen Nailah.  ❜   It was meant to be a joke, but a slight tone of annoyance did drip itself into his words. He was just a bit tired, is all, of the same speech by now. There was only so many times he wanted to repeat himself.

Nailah knew she had been pestering the man for quite some time now and it was clear he didn’t appreciate it. There were no words needed to figure that out but she had her own reasons for letting him know that she was there for him. A lot of changes were going to happen in the near future — ones that might not benefit him in the long run. It was better to get rid of that troublesome past sooner or later. 

“Don’t worry about my relationship with Rafiel. There is far too much trust between us for him to question my actions.“ She knew he wasn’t worried about him at all but the hint was clear. “There is a reason I mention it this time because I have been in a lot of discussions about the future of Hatari.“