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He’d only been working with the Sultansworn and Raubahn for a couple months, but of course, he had had small meetings that involved Thancred as well. Whatever business he had, Ryce didn’t seem to be involved in, but for what it was worth, he knew Thancred had quite the reputation.

So when a familiar white-haired Hyur entered the room, Ryce looked up from where he was seated. “Ah, fashionably late as per the usual, Than-”

His features immediately dropped.

     It was genuine curiosity , that that Elidibus felt upon observing Thancred and his walk , almost initially believing that he did so to attract attention . If that was the purpose , Elidibus could confirm that it worked . And he would even reveal — which he just did — that he had been mimicking the way he walked for a couple of days . G’raha and the twins were witnesses . Only that he made a fool of himself and tripped on his own feet . Up to today his face has not met the floor yet , but if he continued to fail , it would soon .

     When Thancred gave away his secret , Elidibus felt more determined than ever ! He jumped off his seat , landing on his feet , and looked upon the white-haired man with a certain spark in his mismatched eyes . But enough with admiration . Elidibus was ready to follow any teaching and finally succeed !

     Just as Thancred pointed out , the youth obliged ; he raised his shoulders and , automatically , puffed his chest . He held on his face the expression of someone who seemed to be holding their breath .

I love cutscenes because I’m never prepared for how tall Ryce really is

The Witcher 3 prompts || Accepting

Lahabrea chuckled, and it carried the same air of cruel amusement as his usual laughter. 

“Good.” He said. “I had missed your fear.”

The Ascian takes a step towards Thancred, then reappears behind him. He is not one to toy with his enemies so, most of the time: as much as he enjoys the fear of mortals, he simply no longer has the patience for games. But this one mortal, he wants to suffer. How dare Hydaelyn arm Her chosen to rid him of his host? It had never happened, and for that Lahabrea will always remember Thancred. 

The Ascian’s pride is hurt, and that is a wound that still festers. What are years to an immortal, after all? 

And in a moment of sheer, unbridled, cruelty, Lahabrea shapes the features of his current host into those of Thancred, then removes his mask and hood. 

don’t remember the meme prompt. | @tankcred​

             white winged beasts surrounded them, the eaters were out by the packs in search of sweet, sweet aether to gorge themselves on. though, being nighttime in this region of norvrandt, somehow the darkness did not deter them in the search of their next meal. the others were a few yalms away, facing a similar situation as the two hyurs; gloved digits tightened on the hilt of her katana, her hands begin to shake, but she ignores it. an eater decides to take a swipe at her with its talons, easily, she dodges it, counterattacking with KASHA, the beast now laid still on the ground, destined to fade away.

              “ thancred, I think it’d be best if you go find minfilia, I can handle this here.. “ there were many, way too many that she’d like to face. some were gifted with the touch, && some were lower forms. regardless, they had to be put down. she beckons thancred to escape, although, she cannot be turned into a sin eater, he very well can, && twelve forfend if sometime were to happen to him on her watch.

                a smile graces her lips at his words, crimson eyes looking back at the gunbreaker, if they weren’t in such a dire situation, she would have found it comical. “ ..’tis nothing I cannot handle..! you wound me to think I’d fall to the like of creatures of based instinct! “ a jape, not quite the best time to spew jokes. facing toward the horde of sin eaters, she ushers him again.