#rawnderer

         “--Mo loves Rawn too!”

 “You...who are you boy?” Valyx does look like a bear as well and your free to say that. 

her  new  home  provides  little  reprieve  from  her  own  mind  ,   though  bright  hues  of  white  and  red  catch  her  eye  from  the  gaps  between  rawn’s  fingers  as  he  wanders  in  her  direction  ,   beaming  bright  enough  to  outshine  the  sun  --   a  distraction  ,   right  about  now  ,   would  be  more  than  welcome  .    “    oh  ,   rawn  --   is  that  a  papier - mâché ornament  ?   i  take  it  you  enjoyed  the  event  ,   then  ?    “   

                                                          ✧✧✧

                 “---and so that is why I’ve decided to seek you out.”

                 "All the clues I can find seem to point to the nest of fiends being right in the heart of the woodlands skirting the surrounding territory. If we could eliminate it, the village of Limebury can be rid of the blight plaguing their croplands once and for all. Cartographers have failed to fully map the forest, however, and Curran is better experienced in combat than he is in navigating the wilderness...”

                 Rawn would understand what it was he was getting at, right? It was by a simple stroke of good fortune that Euden had gone and managed to bring so many people with such a varied set of talents to the halidom, and another stroke further that the halidom was located so close to the library obscura. Otherwise finding someone like Rawn would have been a hunt in and of itself.

Like?? You’re super nice and I love your style of writing?? You convey your ideas so amazingly well and it’s always a treat when I see you on my dash 🙏🙏

it’s always a surprise to hear someone say that i’m ‘nice’, but it’s certainly a pleasant one! i fret that i tend to come across as uh.. prickly, perhaps shdkf

but anyway! thank you very much! 

seerxxtaiko replied to your post: 

//while we’re both social recluses in regards yup regular chats (or often just don’t have much to say), I’ve always felt comfortable with you! And you have fun to talk with, especially when you share pet stories as well as videos you’d think I’d get a kick out of! And of course, I love your character interpretations and the drabbles you’d make for them!

oh, i’m really glad to hear that you feel comfortable with me! i never want anyone to feel uncomfortable and i sometimes worry i cross that unsaid boundary when i do stuff like send videos and talk for 2398423984234 years about my animals. i’ve never been particularly good at ooc talk ahaha..

urumisu replied to your post: 

fantastic ways with conveying emotion and describing sensation and show-not-tell and!! >:O !! Good

aah thank you! the conveying of emotion is something i’m especially uh. underconfident? in how i write (as i fear my views on anger/sorrow/etc are skewered and don’t let me do it well as a result), so it’s actually Really Nice to hear that i’m decent at it ;;

rawnderer replied to your post: 

i luv u hari <3

ur smelly kris and u will forever be the rat to my hog <3

Anonymous said:

I wanted to comment on the 🌟post but I don't have a rp blog, I just like reading interactions (also I'm afraid 😅) but I really want to tell you that your blog is amazing 😍 I love all your interpretation of the different muses, especially Porunga (honestly he's so slept on). Whenever I'm having a bad day I come here bc I know no matter what you write it's going to make me smile. Stay great mun!!

i totally understand being afraid, but at the same time, rest assured that i’m not going to bite your head off or anything for talking to me, and you don’t have to have a rp blog to do it! 

Sunlight filters down from the trees, inadvertently revealing a doe. Now all he’d have to do was figure out a good route to sneak attack it from and he’d have caught dinner for himself and his new dad.

Something he’s been building up to as a way to measure his own progress with learning the art of swordsmanship.

Before he could take off on his hunt, though, Lance hears a rustling from behind.

Blue eyes slide off the well-lit scenery before him and into the shadows that currently housed the rustling sound, hands tightening on the sword’s hilt in case the source was in the mood of trying to eat him instead of the local wildlife.