#wildmansoul

An icy wind ruffled the collar of Valko’s unbuttoned shirt, the same one he had been wearing all of yesterday and the evening before that as well. The morning sun did little to warm the air. His sister liked to enchant all of her clothing to block out the chill, but he had more important things that needed his energy now. He couldn’t go around throwing magic at every stupid inconvenience when pulling on a coat would do.

He stared at the bag. Near his right foot, Nostradamus stood on his hind legs, leaning forward to sniff at the unexpected parcel. Valko didn’t like surprises. Not anymore. Especially not surprises that came with cryptic notes. Bending down to read the strange phrase about love and lizards was as close as he got to the thing. He exchanged a wary look with the creature by his side. He wasn’t about to open it himself.

“Go see what it is,” he said. The raccoon immediately pulled his head back. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Then the creature turned around, and waddled back inside the farmhouse.

“Bitch.”

Jerk. The word popped into Valko’s mind so suddenly he might almost have mistaken it for his own private thoughts. Nostradamus usually preferred action to mindless chatter. Fucking hell, what was he even supposed to do with this.

“Odie!” he called up the stairs. His sister didn’t answer.

Fine. He would take care of the damn thing himself, whatever it was. Valko raised one hand in the air, his palm facing outward. He bent his ring and pinky fingers, and began to mutter. A flash of light brightened the doorway. Flames engulfed the bag. He watched the brown paper turn to ash, leaving a black, smoldering pile on the doorstep. Grimacing, he brought his raised hand protectively to his chest and shut the door.

Pim didn’t exactly have the correct material needed for what she intended, but that didn’t let it stop her.  Instead she had corroborated with a material shop in the village and found what was close enough to create the traditional Thai fan.  She wasn’t sure whether the mechanic would appreciate it or not but she thought it might be a nice token gesture either way.  Attaching a small note she sent it off with the guards to be delivered.

                                There were too many aspects here in Russia that got Leo bored. Like for instance, not being allowed to go further than the village. That was a total blow to him venturing out into Russia. Or that there were too many royals and rules that he needs to be careful not to over-step in things.

Hell, even the kitchen was off-limits to royals. Everything in this place was such a bummer.

Bored out of his mind, Leo tried to find the next most entertaining thing he could do. He entered the medical bay, eyes scanning the area so that he could find his target.

And that’s when Leo saw him.

He looked like such a well-mannered, strict, and law-abiding citizen that the raven knew it would be fun to poke at him. Swiftly, Leo made a move to sit directly in front of this man. Oddly enough, he feels as though he had seen or heard of this man before; something like a deja vu type of feeling.

Oh well, here goes nothing. Carpe Diem as they say.

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answered over yonder~

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Titania has never gotten seriously ill, the worst thing she’s had to deal with was one case of the chicken pox when she was younger, but she’s fortunate enough to have a very strong immune system; her dad attributes this to all the oranges and clementines she has as snacks. She’s not even very prone to the common cold either, having to tend to everyone else in the house during flu season, as she’s the only one not running a high fever.

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Titania is the happiest in her room. She can say that she was lucky enough to be given the attic, and she loves it; she’s given just the right amount of sunlight, it’s spacious, and she finds that can hide away from those responsibilities that tail her every minute of the day. Although the walls are a pearl white, her room is decorated with posters and sticky notes, bits of art here and there and a corkboard filled to the brim with her ideas. She’s happiest where she can create; happiest where she is left to her own devices without the need for airs. Happiest in the comfort of a home that all at once gives her comfort and unrest.

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Pigtails. They were very much a staple for Titania, as she ran around the house and they bounced around in sync. And she was always doing something around the house ― just not her chores. She helped her father with the cooking, and always left the kitchen with dirty cheeks and dirty overalls. She chased her father’s familiar around the house, tiring out the olde doberman and then spending hours cuddling with the large animal. 

Although most of her clothes were hand-me-downs from Tempest, her father often sat her down on his lap, allowing her to pick out fabrics here and there so that they can add frills to her jeans, or patches to her shirts; the man was an enabler, and his daughter was a rambunctious young thing whose curiosity he wanted to nurture. She was more invested in creating than taking her of her chores, but he knew she was brilliant.

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★ - Valko doesn’t sleep well because of reoccurring nightmares about the war.

☮ - Valko’s favorite pastime is setting up the chess board for a rousing game with Nostradamus. His familiar’s favorite pastime is knocking over the board, and chewing on the chess pieces while Valko yells at him to play the right way or leave

☾ - Tempest has never slept in a real bed. She’s slept on a mattress on the floor in the loft of her family’s home since she was a child, and still does because it seems like an extraneous task to get an actual bed up there.

♡ - Tempest had a huge crush on one of her teachers at the Academy when she was still in school.