#nightslain

@nightslain​​ said: ❝  are you the last of your family too?  ❞ god of war (2018) starters

          The question catches him off-guard, makes him pause in his footsteps -- a pause too subtle and brief to be noticed as he continues his stride soon after. He slips that easy smile on his lips, though his eyes remained hidden beneath the veil of his bangs, strands of silver whispering over his lashes as he steps and hops over overgrown roots.

“As far as I know, yeah. You’re lookin’ at the one and only.” He answers eventually, turning around to face the blonde, waits for him to catch up. Once he does, he brings up a hand to ruffle through those curly waves of gold, only to smooth them back in place. “And got me all to yourself for this little road trip of ours. Lucky you, huh? Or lucky me...”

“S-sorry, Leon! He’s a bit of a snuggler.” Soma couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sight of his skeletal and very noodly White Dragon curling gently around the poor Belmont’s body. It’s jawbone clicked ominously, despite Soma’s words.

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Way back at Pokemon XY when I was discovering the Masuda Method for breeding shiny pokemon, a friend of mine ( @tinypigeonlord ) lent me a Japanese male eevee to try hatching a shiny for the first time through that method. I’m not lying, the very first egg that came out turned out to be a SHINY FEMALE EEVEE. THE VERY FIRST EGG. 

Back when I was learning the breeding mechanics, I didn’t pay much attention to the abilities and she ended up having Run Away which is why I rarely used or evolved her. Now I’ve moved her along with other pokemon to my Sword game and since I still don’t want to evolve her, I gave her the G-MAX factor!

“Don’t worry about a thing, Leon. I know a thing or two about what’s fashionable these days. I’ll get you looking good in no time.” Not that Yoko was going to take complete control of the reigns here. This was going to ultimately be Leon’s new look, so he ought to have at least a little bit of input!

Bloodlust Scenarios 5 - Leon applying pressure to Julius’ bleeding wound

Julius didn’t need help with a wound like this. It was something he could deal with-- and has dealt with-- alone. 

Leon wasn’t about to take that, though.

Though Leon had never known Julius before now, and Julius had only heard tales of his ancestor when growing up, Leon fret over him like a mother hen. 

   “Leon, I can do this, go--aaAUGh!” 

STRANGE RELICS ARE KEPT FROM CURIOUS EYES, dust veiling some ancient secrets. He looks around, as if his eyes were deceiving him : another maze welcomes him, too similar to the one he just left. BUT BEFORE HE CAN EVEN REALISE WHERE FATE HAS GUIDED HIM, a noise makes him jump. Bearer of bad news, the prophetic song that annonces the presence of a living soul, this sound turns a deserter into an animal ( the most basic instincts become a weapon against the outside world ). STEALING A SWORD FROM AN HOLLOW ARMOR,, he creeps in a corner, holding the iron of his blade steal, ready to pierce whoever will come from the shadows. —— Who's there ?! Show yourself ! “ Blue eyes try to see through this terible night, only guessing the outline of a silhouette.

Kairi may or may not be eying a certain possession of Leon’s. His fluffy head tilts to the side as he observes the cold metal of the Vampire Killer and smells the potent spiritual magic that leeches off of it. Being a magical creature himself—though not one aligned with the night—Kairi can immediately tell what kind of devastating effect it would have on those who have sworn to do the night’s bidding.

He had seen weapons like this before. Did not the swords of Masamune also seek to vanquish only those who sought to do harm? The yōkai had never encountered the man because he’d been born after he’d passed, but he had encountered some of his swords enough times that he could recognize a blessed weapon.

THE FLOWERS IN HER HANDS ARE STILL PATIENTLY WEAVED, crowns that can never surpass those of gold waiting to adorn his and Mathias' heads ( thornless, but still fitting for martyrs ) —— He was alone, walking upon a pile of snakes - but they did not bit him. He was simply walking over them, I don't know where to... And you were lost in the woods, wearing an old armor with not even a coat of arms painted over it, until the sea washed to your feet, and all that was around you were trees, water, and the Night. “ SILENCE FALLS UPON THEIR CONVERSATION, and she makes it seems as if it was bearable for her, as if the approaching storm could distract her from those cryptic fears that such visions had impleted within her mind. —— It does not make much sense, I know, even for me. “ SHE FORCES LAUGHTER TO DEPART FROM HER LIPS, ringing so wrong within her chest, her eyes still escaping from his ( as much as she wished to have shared a glance of sympathy between the two of them, she did not know if she would find what she hoped for in those sea blue puppils ). —— Maybe dreams are just dreams, maybe we shouldn't wonder too much about those things. “ FREED FROM HER STRANGE TRANCE, she finally feels her fingers again, working on nothing but the wind, her craft accomplished, hues of violet swallowed up by vines and bouquets of blue flowers. —— Here, it's done. “ she places this gift in the palm of his hands, hoping for it to be a blessing or some kind of pagan charm - anything that could protect him from silly dreams.