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Lily remembered coming across the tower of Leon Karnak. She hadn’t been looking for it specifically  — well, she hadn’t known what she was looking for. She was simply following cryptic instructions from an old book, expecting maybe to find an old relic or treasure. But Leon Karnak was one of the most amazing structures she had ever seen. Unfortunately, she’d only been able to spend a short amount of time in there exploring before she was overwhelmed by monsters, but she had thought about going back someday when she was more skilled in combat.

But since then, she had moved on and made other discoveries, and Leon Karnak slipped to the back of her mind. Until one day, on Arcadia of all places, that she’d heard whispers of the priest of Leon Karnak appearing on the islands. And she knew immediately that she had to seek him out. 

Having followed some tips from the history-intrigued people who knew about the priest, she found herself at the Dragon King Shrine. Her eyes were immediately drawn to an unusually dressed man with turquoise hair and matching eyes.

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On the lookout for anything particularly odd that day, Forte’s patrol felt rather slow. Nothing out of the ordinary, despite little reports here and there of odd occurrences from several citizens. Maybe it was the weather; though warm, any rain usually kept people inside. It might have even been deterring the mysterious culprit terrorizing some of the townspeople.

Something did catch her attention though: a peculiar man. Out of the rain, but mostly peculiar because she had never seen him before. The island was home to many, so it stood to reason she might not know everyone, but she was trying. 

The closer she came, the more peculiar was to her though. Were those dog ears? And a rather fluffy tail? Certainly not what she expected on the island. Had she not been watching him closely enough, Forte might have thought they were fake. Whoever he was, he was totally engrossed in whatever he was doing, though she couldn’t see what that was.

@karnakt;

[ ♛ ] — She never saw it coming.

The day had been a normal, and quite depressingly, uneventful one. With her not having to go into the tailor’s or cosmetics shop for work that day, Julia had all the time she needed to focus on her true pride and joy: the Minera Hot Springs. Business had been regrettably lacking as of late, (with most of her income coming from her silver tongued fox of a regular) and she had been working on a few ideas to reinvent the bathhouse’s image.

But just as she had been strutting down the halls, humming and jotting down her plans for herbal-infused milk baths, she smells... smoke. Of all the things she would have expected in her bathhouse, smoke was the absolute last on the list, and the mere presence of it spurs her to go and investigate.

And once she sees what it leads her to, Julia can feel her heart physically sink. 

The entire front wall of her main lobby was engulfed in flames. Not only the door (which she couldn’t even see for all the smoke and flame), but the walls and furniture around it, all burning and withering away under the fire’s merciless might.

Though her heart ached for her beautiful bathhouse -- the bathhouse she’d put all of her hopes, efforts, blood, tears and sweat into -- her first concern actually isn’t the tragic loss of revenue, or expensive affects and decorations. But rather, the customers still inside, whose well-being she was responsible for. Or rather... customer.

“Crap!” She curses, swiveling on her heel and pulling out her phone to put in a call to the police department as she rushes down the hall, towards the male baths. Not only was she going to drag Leon out, but also try and grab a few bucketfuls of water to try and contain the blaze before it spread anymore.

Without care or abandon, Julia rushes inside of the male baths and winces against the onslaught of steam that hits her in that moment. Except. It wasn’t just steam... there was only a hint, but she could smell it. The scent of smoke.

Had it spread to the baths already!?

“Hey, Leon! Get out, we’ve gotta---” She runs deeper into the room only to stop in her tracks when she sees the man in question, unconscious and leaning against the side of the baths. Julia couldn’t believe it. Had he seriously fainted? Now, of all times!?

The light-haired man strolled down the Leudan beach, letting the spring sunshine soak into his skin. He breathed in deeply the salty sea air.

It feels so nice. He thought to himself, continuing towards the water and simply standing and letting the cool tide brush over his feet. It was spring now, but he couldn’t help but think about how the days were only getting warmer and warmer; it wouldn’t be long until the summer solstice bore down on him once again with its burning rays. He knew enjoying the nice weather while he could was ideal.

He stood there for several minutes, simply watching the sparkling sea before twitching his ears at the feeling of eyes on him. He thought he was alone but he was clearly mistaken.

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✧ Vishnal still can’t quite place a finger on what the perfume has done to his emotions. Really, he feels sort of scattered, his stomach doing flips whenever he so much as looks at someone, heart rate rising whenever they meet his eyes and he hurriedly looks away. (He hopes it doesn’t seem too rude!)

✧ If he’s being honest to himself, it feels a whole lot like love. But that’s not something so easily captured in one scent, is it? Then again, the man selling said scent looked capable of... pretty much everything...

✧ He pats his cheeks lightly when he feels heat rise up again. Just calm down, Vishnal. Let’s just check out another booth, see if you can find something else fantastic. That’ll be easy, right?

✧ Not one bit! Unless you mean easy on the eyes. Defined collarbones, indeed, creating a defined feeling of ten million butterflies raging in his stomach. 

✧ When he’s chastised, back comes the blush, and Vishnal has half a mind to curse the perfume. “Uhm, hi, Leon.” He smiles, something smaller than what he usually dishes out as he meets the booth-owner’s gaze. Almost nervous. “I’m sorry, they always say to save the best view for last, right?” He’s hopeless.

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[✿] — Since Raguna knew that Violet liked to tend to the flowers up at the Dragon King Shrine, he figured he would stop by for a visit and drop off some extra seeds he’d been storing up from his own garden. But when he walks up the steps to the shrine, instead of being greeted by the back of the small nurse who was always either watering the plants or praying at the altar, he sees...

...the flick of a tail?

Squinting, Raguna takes a few steps forward to get a closer look at the figure who stood at the head of the shrine, eyes immediately catching onto the twitching fox ears on the man’s head. Who...?

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Although Lily’s childhood dream of being a treasure hunter had long since been given up on, the interest and adventurous spark inside of her could never quite be stifled. Anything unusual, valuable or ancient could usually pique her interest. So when she’d overheard Evelyn speaking of a dragon priest that had recently woken from thousands of years of slumber working at the Arcadian Historical Society with her, she’d had to press for more details. Upon further reading, she’d found him mentioned in various books and texts. And here he was, just a short boat ride away, living on Arcadia. A living relic. 

Of course, she had to investigate. Her burning curiosity would not allow her to just sit on such facts without going to see it for herself. She stepped off the boat on Arcadia and headed to the Dragon Priest Shrine, where she’d heard he was also working. Not much of a surprising job, for a priest. 

It was quite a difficult place to locate, but after a couple of directions from some of the locals, she found the shrine that overlooked the sea on the most northern point of the island. She ducked inside. 

There was a couple of people milling around as she scanned the room, but her eyes were drawn immediately to a tall man with teal-coloured hair and exotic clothing. This had to be the man she was looking for.

@leaxn

[★] ---- Melody twists her face in frustration as she stands on her toes, trying (and failing) to reach a book that sat on the highest shelf of her bookshelf. After spending what felt like several minutes in that position, Melody begins to hop in place in hopes of grabbing the book that way. While her fingers manage to brush lightly against its spine, that’s as far as she can get, and the girl eventually falls back on her heels with an indignant huff. “Ugh... why do bookcases have to be so stupidly tall!?” Or rather, why did she have to be so ridiculously short? She huffs again, rustling the bangs on her forehead. “Looks like I’m gonna need a chair for this...”

Just as she starts to turn away from the bookcase in search of a chair, a knock sounds out from her front door. Not expecting to have any visitors so early in the morning (if at all), Melody ends up starting in alarm at the suddenness of the noise. This in turn leads to the witch tripping over her own feet and stumbling forward awkwardly, her heel landing right on the toes of the Wooly that had been sleeping at the foot of her bed.

The Wooly lets out a loud yelp of pain then, and Melody immediately kneels down and picks him up in a panic. “O-oh no... I’m so sorry, Pippy...!” She stammers out, frantically petting at his leg as she rushes to the door. “I-I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I? Shhh, shhh... it’s gonna be alright, sweetie. I’ll make it all better soon, okay?” Pippy bleats pathetically in response, and Melody holds him close with one arm while she uses the other to pull the door open. 

“Yes?” She says, looking up at the person who -- for some reason -- decided to visit her so early in the morning, “How can I he--”