Stay a while. You’ve got nowhere to be. 

Cloud pondered what those words had actually meant, and even more so, who had spoken them. But this wasn’t the time to dwell. After all, serious work was at hand. One of the kids from the school had given Cloud the dangerous job of finding his pet turtle. 

He rose from the bed. The cold ground beneath his toes sent enough of a chill to wake him from his haze. He looked to the door with scrunched bows. A second knock. Then a third. He inhaled, made it over to the door, squinting from the morning light through the blinds.

Cloud exhaled, and opened the door. 

Seo Kyung-seok, Male, Thirty-Five (35)

Kyung-seok grew up in a rural fishing village. Instilled with a strong sense of duty and responsibility, he started working at a young age to support his family. At seventeen, his parents went into early retirement, but had limited funds. Realizing he could make more money elsewhere, Kyung-seok decided to join the military. 

And there was only one army worth fighting for . . .

This is a duo-muse blog mainly geared for Final Fantasy RP. Both characters are fairly easy to meet and converse with. If you have a request to write with a specific one, please let me know. These characters are a couple, living together. They are very much apart of each others lives and I’ll try my best to reflect that in their personal stories in the [ about the characters ] section.

The crowd was certainly large today; Luna was already getting a bit overwhelmed. Suffering and desperation rolled off the throng in a palpable wave. Some wanting blessings, others, autographs or photos, most however, were the sick in need of healing or the family members of the sick. Sometimes, though, the afflicted were too weak to fight their way through the crush and had no loved ones to speak up for them. For that reason, Umbra and Pryna always acted as ushers for her, seemingly able to sniff out the sick and the fearful from the avaricious and lustful. Those who needed healing-=—or whose loved ones needed healing and were too ill to travel—the godly Messengers in pooch-form would gently herd forward into Luna’s presence. This morning they trotted out into the throng and returned leading a small lame boy, his face mottled with Scourge lesions, and nudging forward a tall, willowy woman with gray skin, pointed ears, and eyes like glowing embers. Lunafreya moved forward to greet them both, accepting warmly the hug the boy offered before bowing her head and intoning softly,

“ ‘Blessed Stars of life and Light, deliver us from darkness’ blight,’“

Her hands could be seen to glow brilliantly-white as she cuddled the child close, light seeping into the boy and the painful lesions fading away until they were barely bruises. Slowly she sat up and smiled at the boy’s awed parents who had come forward to collect him.

“Make sure he eats well and gets plenty of rest, and he will recover swiftly.”

Then she turned her attention to the woman. A…Dunmer, she believed they were called. Vanishingly-rare in Leide anymore, though legend stated that they’d been common once. She didn’t appear to be ill, despite her skin tone, but there was worry in those ruby eyes.

“Hello, dear friend. How may I help?”

She watched with gleeful enchantment as the two hounds sorted the crowd. A sickly boy. A soft embrace. A warm smile. Such loving grace. And, before she knew it, Naryu was face to face with the Oracle. 

    “I-”, she snapped out of her trans. Where to start? What to say? How could she word everything concisely? Nayru hadn’t thought it through. And the odd stares from the public made it even harder. She could only smile sweetly in response. 

Was that her? The fabled oracle? Just paces away? Naryu’s eyes grew wide with excitement. She had found her healer. Eager legs propelled her body forward, causing the hood to fall back, revealing her pointed ears and grayish skin. She didn’t care. This discovery marked the end of her journey. Of course there was the journey back, but no one writes books about that. Just a few more strides. But the moment she drew close, crowds of people flooded the area surrounding her. 

Everyone knew the stories. A race of pointy-eared, long bodied and thin-jawed creatures far off to the north. On a secluded island where the red sky looms. A fairytale to many, but not to a King.

Naryu’s figure easily fit in the rough chitin armor. She bore a scarf, pauldron, and a pair of daggers etched with old writings. Her goggles and helmet remained in a pouch and slung over the shoulder.

The boat rocked against the pier.     “Welcome to Solstheim. Strange happenings lately with these murders. People getting worried they’re next. Keep your wits about you.”     “Oh no! How could a poor woman survive in this place?” Naryu word’s dripped with playful sarcasm. She smirked and tossed a pouch on the boat.    “For the service.”