#radcgast

(ง •̀_•́)ง

What would your muse put into a flower crown for mine?

Lavender: DistrustRhododendron: Beware

all he wants to do is bury himself in some work, keep himself distracted so he doesn’t drift off into that strange trance of his where he simply stops. it’s going well -- after all, not many people come into the bigger study and he’s actually getting work done. at least, until he...steps into something weird. steps, being the unusual keyword. he just wants a data-scroll, damn it.

a cold spot smack in the middle of the study room. a chill that spreads throughout his body, a chill so vastly different from the void he isn’t sure what to make of it. it’s gone as fast as he walks but he takes pause -- this isn’t coming from the mountain, the natural cold of it does not bother him in the slightest -- and he turns back, facing where he presumes the spot to be. and sticks his arm out into it.

This man isn't usually a type Ricochet would pursue. Rugged, older, handsome in his own way -- but probably not the kind of guy that would go for a promiscuous, cheesy hunter.

So it was a challenge, of course. One that Ricochet dared to try to conquer.

He slides up next to Radegast, leaning on his elbows as casually as he can against the railing behind him. Shit, he was even bigger up close! Ricochet swallowed, trying to keep his cool.

  Rasputin watched the small human walk into his vault. His voice had rung out gently, so not to startle him. A warning in russian that it was dangerous inside. Unaware to most of the world, Rasputin did not hate everyone who wandered into his halls. That and he could actually be gentle with some, mainly children.

[ I’m warrior cat trash but also just cat trash in general ]

[ is that Warriors?? ]

[ i had to infuse some of my stuff into the gear i was using for IB so i could be at my highest light level possible ]