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Muses are fickle. Reblog if you understand that your partner’s muse can sometimes wonder off for a while, but that you will still be willing to write with them when they come back.

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He wants cake

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Rhea nodded. "Sure... I'll make a call like this." she said before letting out a sweet sounding whistle, like a bird call. She did it one or two times more so it was clear in Aeon's head. After which she turned looking at the top of the campment. "and now to just..." she took a deep breath before running, bounding onto the side of the wall. Much like a deer prancing uphill she managed to get up to the top before kneeling down, preparing for her task. Till then she kept an eye out glancing around and using her senses to keep an eye out for the ogre. She had faith in Aeon, and she was thankful he had faith in her.

Rhea nodded. "I can be light sometimes" she said tapping her hoof to the ground as if charging a small thing before leaping off. A good couple feet ahead before bounding, it seems much like a deer her method of running was a mix of galloping and leaping. Still she seem to be as fast as a normal deer bounding over small things with her hair flowing freely behind her. Oddly graceful if one could discount what she was.

Though the run was relatively smooth with Rhea dodging a few branches and stones she slowly came to a halt on the edge of a small outing. Up ahead was a small hill in the middle of the forest with the air of rotted meat hanging on the breeze. Due to mostly the half cooked animal carcasses around and a large campfire that seemed to be recently extinguish. As Rhea theorized on the far side was a medium sized running stream snaking it's way around. And around various stolen supplies from a waylaying gig.

"I think this is where Mr. Brute lives" Rhea said in a low tone keeping herself towards a tree trying to hide slightly, keeping an eye out for any movement. While she didn't see any traps or a possible ogre moving around... she did know she actually had no idea what a trap would look like. She glanced at Aeon. "You lead I'll follow"

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Rhea nodded. "That sounds good to me. If he has any weak points I might be able to target them, depends on where to..." she looked around before her eyes focused on the entrance of the ogre's abode, just above it. A flat enough place she could comfortably get up to and wait. "Up there I think... I might be able to get the..." she paused before looking at Aeon. " 'drop' on him." she let out a small playful giggle at her own joke. "But a good enough leap and velocity could prove wonders... or enough to cause sufficient bleeding if I can get to a brachial or femoral artery..." She paused deep in thought. "If I'm able to server one of them that'll either take out Mr. Brute's arm or his legs. Crippled in a way that even if he doesn't hemorrhage from the trauma he would be put at a sufficient disadvantage against the two of us. I could go for a tap on the spine... but I'm not exactly sure if I could server that." It seemed Rhea had a small knowledge of medical anatomy... and a complete nonchalance of applying it for harm in this case.

Rhea nodded. "I can be light sometimes" she said tapping her hoof to the ground as if charging a small thing before leaping off. A good couple feet ahead before bounding, it seems much like a deer her method of running was a mix of galloping and leaping. Still she seem to be as fast as a normal deer bounding over small things with her hair flowing freely behind her. Oddly graceful if one could discount what she was.

Though the run was relatively smooth with Rhea dodging a few branches and stones she slowly came to a halt on the edge of a small outing. Up ahead was a small hill in the middle of the forest with the air of rotted meat hanging on the breeze. Due to mostly the half cooked animal carcasses around and a large campfire that seemed to be recently extinguish. As Rhea theorized on the far side was a medium sized running stream snaking it's way around. And around various stolen supplies from a waylaying gig.

"I think this is where Mr. Brute lives" Rhea said in a low tone keeping herself towards a tree trying to hide slightly, keeping an eye out for any movement. While she didn't see any traps or a possible ogre moving around... she did know she actually had no idea what a trap would look like. She glanced at Aeon. "You lead I'll follow"

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Soon as Aeon said he would leave to check out the area, Rhea gave a firm nod before looking out. Keeping her ears perked and eyes keen to watch for any movements that could suggest anyone coming in, or out for that matter. Happily for her it seems the forest was still quiet and no movements made, though she was tapping her hoof slightly. The thought of what might come was starting to excite her.

Though the second she saw Aeon come back she stilled her leg and smiled at him cheerfully. "really, well after we deal with Mr. Brute we might be able to return some of the stuff back to those stolen from. Though uh... I don't think Mr. Brute stole any spices judging by how plain that game meat looks" She glanced over to the cooking fire. "that said though Aeon... what's the game plan? You mentioned something about schemes, you got an idea?" she asked encouragingly at him.

Rhea nodded. "I can be light sometimes" she said tapping her hoof to the ground as if charging a small thing before leaping off. A good couple feet ahead before bounding, it seems much like a deer her method of running was a mix of galloping and leaping. Still she seem to be as fast as a normal deer bounding over small things with her hair flowing freely behind her. Oddly graceful if one could discount what she was.

Though the run was relatively smooth with Rhea dodging a few branches and stones she slowly came to a halt on the edge of a small outing. Up ahead was a small hill in the middle of the forest with the air of rotted meat hanging on the breeze. Due to mostly the half cooked animal carcasses around and a large campfire that seemed to be recently extinguish. As Rhea theorized on the far side was a medium sized running stream snaking it's way around. And around various stolen supplies from a waylaying gig.

"I think this is where Mr. Brute lives" Rhea said in a low tone keeping herself towards a tree trying to hide slightly, keeping an eye out for any movement. While she didn't see any traps or a possible ogre moving around... she did know she actually had no idea what a trap would look like. She glanced at Aeon. "You lead I'll follow"

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Rhea nodded. "I can be light sometimes" she said tapping her hoof to the ground as if charging a small thing before leaping off. A good couple feet ahead before bounding, it seems much like a deer her method of running was a mix of galloping and leaping. Still she seem to be as fast as a normal deer bounding over small things with her hair flowing freely behind her. Oddly graceful if one could discount what she was.

Though the run was relatively smooth with Rhea dodging a few branches and stones she slowly came to a halt on the edge of a small outing. Up ahead was a small hill in the middle of the forest with the air of rotted meat hanging on the breeze. Due to mostly the half cooked animal carcasses around and a large campfire that seemed to be recently extinguish. As Rhea theorized on the far side was a medium sized running stream snaking it's way around. And around various stolen supplies from a waylaying gig.

"I think this is where Mr. Brute lives" Rhea said in a low tone keeping herself towards a tree trying to hide slightly, keeping an eye out for any movement. While she didn't see any traps or a possible ogre moving around... she did know she actually had no idea what a trap would look like. She glanced at Aeon. "You lead I'll follow"

"I'm a very special girl" Rhea admitted turning her arm over to examine her bone blade, as if checking to make sure it was to her sharpness. After a moment she slowly moved her arm towards Aeon holding it out. Using her other hand she spread the fur out of the arm with the blade back out so Aeon could get a better view of the bone blade slowly sinking in. It wasn't so much vanishing into the fur as it was sinking into her actual arm. "I am a faun, though not a normal one yes. I was made with lots of love and necromancy." she cheerfully admitted as her bone blade retracted. "It's a long story that I can share freely after we deal with Mr. Brute. But" she brought up her right hand over her chest making a quick crossing motion. "I swear on my heart I mean you no harm, if you mean me no harm. If we do kill Mr. Brute..." she eyed him for a moment focusing in on his features, as if doing a quick examination of her own before breaking into an easy going smile. "...how bout you and me go get a couple of drinks? I'll buy the first round, and I'll tell you a bit more about my stitches."

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Rhea paused for a moment starting to laugh. "Ha ha ha ha ha" she suddenly stopped looking rather deadpanned. "No. I'm the only faun. Papa was..." She paused as if trying to figure out how to best word it. "Papa was a very eccentric necromancer, and if there is one thing you can count on anyone with a lot of magic and free time... it is that being bored leads to odd things. Papa did a different method to make each of his eight kids. If my older brother Faust was here, or my younger one Yao for that matter, they could better explain it." As they walked on she looked around keeping an eye out but paused. "wait... do you smell that..." she took a small breath in. "it's almost.... smells like smoke. But kinda... metally? Irony? It's something with the smoke... it's a bit further south of here... I think we are on the right track... how fast can you run?" she asked in a slight daze tone as if trying to focus on locating the source of the scent and still keeping a polite conversation going

"I'm a very special girl" Rhea admitted turning her arm over to examine her bone blade, as if checking to make sure it was to her sharpness. After a moment she slowly moved her arm towards Aeon holding it out. Using her other hand she spread the fur out of the arm with the blade back out so Aeon could get a better view of the bone blade slowly sinking in. It wasn't so much vanishing into the fur as it was sinking into her actual arm. "I am a faun, though not a normal one yes. I was made with lots of love and necromancy." she cheerfully admitted as her bone blade retracted. "It's a long story that I can share freely after we deal with Mr. Brute. But" she brought up her right hand over her chest making a quick crossing motion. "I swear on my heart I mean you no harm, if you mean me no harm. If we do kill Mr. Brute..." she eyed him for a moment focusing in on his features, as if doing a quick examination of her own before breaking into an easy going smile. "...how bout you and me go get a couple of drinks? I'll buy the first round, and I'll tell you a bit more about my stitches."

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New art of Aeon and the new design of him I made, with help from Mimifluff.

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"Ah it's Rhea, Rhea Roseblood" The fawn said with a smile before heading over to the area. As she walked on she seemed to nearly skip, her hair bouncing with each step almost. Frolicking one may say. "I love nature myself, though well I guess that's obvious since I am part deer." she laughed a bit. "I got a good head for plants and nature. And sewing... but well I'm kinda... what's the word my brother used" she paused putting a finger to her chin as if deep in thought. "I think Wern said 'A plate short of a feast?'" She snickered a bit. "But is from my younger brother he's always saying stuff like that. I know I'm good at some stuff, bad at others but like who isn't, know what i mean?" she asked as she continue making her way keeping an eye out for signs or tracks.

"I'm a very special girl" Rhea admitted turning her arm over to examine her bone blade, as if checking to make sure it was to her sharpness. After a moment she slowly moved her arm towards Aeon holding it out. Using her other hand she spread the fur out of the arm with the blade back out so Aeon could get a better view of the bone blade slowly sinking in. It wasn't so much vanishing into the fur as it was sinking into her actual arm. "I am a faun, though not a normal one yes. I was made with lots of love and necromancy." she cheerfully admitted as her bone blade retracted. "It's a long story that I can share freely after we deal with Mr. Brute. But" she brought up her right hand over her chest making a quick crossing motion. "I swear on my heart I mean you no harm, if you mean me no harm. If we do kill Mr. Brute..." she eyed him for a moment focusing in on his features, as if doing a quick examination of her own before breaking into an easy going smile. "...how bout you and me go get a couple of drinks? I'll buy the first round, and I'll tell you a bit more about my stitches."

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Reblog to let your mutuals know. . .

that they are appreciated. that they are important. that they are amazing. that they are creative. that they are loved.

No matter how long you take to reply, what mood you are in, how insecure you are feeling about your writing, or how active you are — your presence is still very much enjoyed. You never have to apologize or feel bad for taking a while with a reply, or not answering an ask right away. Life can get busy, energy can fluctuate, interest can shift, and emotions can change. You are human and these things do not make you a bad person/partner.

We write together because it is fun and enjoyable, not because it is expected of you to answer every little thing at the snap of fingers.

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"Well I know Mr. Brute lives in a hill somewhere in this forest" Rhea said looking around. "Judging by a few things I would wager a guess he's somewhere south east of here. Considering the nearest trade route where one could set up an ambush of his size..." she looked towards that direction.

"The vegetation is the highest and densest there. Which also means there should be some form of water moving, a stream or small river. Even ogres need to drink water sometime. So that would be my first guess where he may set up camp, especially as that might be around a hill area. Good vantage point, and if there big rocks plenty to smash to use to smash a caravan or set up a blockade to force a detour into a more dangerous territory. I also notice there isn't a lot of prancing bunnies or deer or other animals there... so he may been hunting as well. Or they been really good at keeping quite." She blinked before smiling. "I am kinda good about nature stuff. But uh traps... I don't know too much on it. Still that's just a hunch, I could be totally wrong and we could be going around in circles." She earnestly admitted

"I'm a very special girl" Rhea admitted turning her arm over to examine her bone blade, as if checking to make sure it was to her sharpness. After a moment she slowly moved her arm towards Aeon holding it out. Using her other hand she spread the fur out of the arm with the blade back out so Aeon could get a better view of the bone blade slowly sinking in. It wasn't so much vanishing into the fur as it was sinking into her actual arm. "I am a faun, though not a normal one yes. I was made with lots of love and necromancy." she cheerfully admitted as her bone blade retracted. "It's a long story that I can share freely after we deal with Mr. Brute. But" she brought up her right hand over her chest making a quick crossing motion. "I swear on my heart I mean you no harm, if you mean me no harm. If we do kill Mr. Brute..." she eyed him for a moment focusing in on his features, as if doing a quick examination of her own before breaking into an easy going smile. "...how bout you and me go get a couple of drinks? I'll buy the first round, and I'll tell you a bit more about my stitches."

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"I'm a very special girl" Rhea admitted turning her arm over to examine her bone blade, as if checking to make sure it was to her sharpness. After a moment she slowly moved her arm towards Aeon holding it out. Using her other hand she spread the fur out of the arm with the blade back out so Aeon could get a better view of the bone blade slowly sinking in. It wasn't so much vanishing into the fur as it was sinking into her actual arm. "I am a faun, though not a normal one yes. I was made with lots of love and necromancy." she cheerfully admitted as her bone blade retracted. "It's a long story that I can share freely after we deal with Mr. Brute. But" she brought up her right hand over her chest making a quick crossing motion. "I swear on my heart I mean you no harm, if you mean me no harm. If we do kill Mr. Brute..." she eyed him for a moment focusing in on his features, as if doing a quick examination of her own before breaking into an easy going smile. "...how bout you and me go get a couple of drinks? I'll buy the first round, and I'll tell you a bit more about my stitches."

The Wolf and the Fawn (Closed rp with @mysticjourneys)

The air was tranquil in the late summer afternoon. In the small forest outside of the local town traveled an rather unusal person who was merrily humming to herself in. Dressed in a simple leather cuirass with a gorget for protection was a dark skin woman with a long flowing mane of bright orange hair. Though what was more striking at a glance what seemed to be a pair of antlers poking out of her hair and the fact her legs ended in stag like hooves, coated by bright orange fur around her legs and arms.

She was out into the forest this day on a small quest to go slay the 'Hill Brute', an ogre that been causing issues for the town as of late. Attacking trade caravans and eating local livestock, the ogre was rumored to be living on the hill located somewhere in the forest. Though where the strange girl hadn't the foggiest idea. But hey, to her any chance to take a long stroll in the forest with the chance of bloodshed was a good day spent.

(for @mysticjourneys)

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When Aeon got closer he could see more detail of the women in front of him. Notably she had stitches around her mouth in a typical Glasgow Grin. More so that her arms had bright orange fur, but just near the base of the wrist and around the fur seemed to have flecks of dried blood matted into the fur. Perhaps most disturbingly the upper arm area on both of her arms had a series of stitches as if they were connecting the fur and arm together, sewn limbs and the like. And if one would glance down toward her shapely legs, much the same. As if she were more sewn together like a patchwork doll. Rhea however just smiled cheerfully. "With my amazing can-do spirit, powerful legs... oh and this." she held one of her arms up to the side away from Aeon. After a mili-second a 'swik' sound could be heard as sliding out of the fur was a blade made of bone, sharp spiked with smaller outstretch blades near the base like a crossguard. The bone was faintly died red of blood, but it was not dripping blood. It also had a spiraling pattern carve into it, almost like a corkscrew. Something like that would most likely hurt a great deal, seemingly unnaturally sharpen as it was.

The Wolf and the Fawn (Closed rp with @mysticjourneys)

The air was tranquil in the late summer afternoon. In the small forest outside of the local town traveled an rather unusal person who was merrily humming to herself in. Dressed in a simple leather cuirass with a gorget for protection was a dark skin woman with a long flowing mane of bright orange hair. Though what was more striking at a glance what seemed to be a pair of antlers poking out of her hair and the fact her legs ended in stag like hooves, coated by bright orange fur around her legs and arms.

She was out into the forest this day on a small quest to go slay the 'Hill Brute', an ogre that been causing issues for the town as of late. Attacking trade caravans and eating local livestock, the ogre was rumored to be living on the hill located somewhere in the forest. Though where the strange girl hadn't the foggiest idea. But hey, to her any chance to take a long stroll in the forest with the chance of bloodshed was a good day spent.

(for @mysticjourneys)

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The fawn paused perking up hearing someone called out to her. She looked around for a brief moment before her bright green eyes landed on a new face to her, a youth with blonde hair. She tilted her head before waving back. "Hello there! I'm Rhea!" she called out in a cheerfully jubilant tone, waving excitedly. "I haven't see an ogre, but I am looking for one. Are you looking for Mr. Brute as well?" She asked. "I'm on a job to gut him!" She paused before blinking. "I mean I am on a job to stop him from terrorizing the trade routes but they didn't say how I should stop him. So going with something a bit bloody this time, change it up. It's nice to meet you!" her tone was one of warmth and joviality, but the ease she speak of bloodshed of all made her stand out. Still she seemed unarmed at the moment, no weapons on her person one could clearly see, and the way she bounced on her hooves made her hair sway as well. A rather cheerful sort for being out on a monster hunting mission.

The Wolf and the Fawn (Closed rp with @mysticjourneys)

The air was tranquil in the late summer afternoon. In the small forest outside of the local town traveled an rather unusal person who was merrily humming to herself in. Dressed in a simple leather cuirass with a gorget for protection was a dark skin woman with a long flowing mane of bright orange hair. Though what was more striking at a glance what seemed to be a pair of antlers poking out of her hair and the fact her legs ended in stag like hooves, coated by bright orange fur around her legs and arms.

She was out into the forest this day on a small quest to go slay the 'Hill Brute', an ogre that been causing issues for the town as of late. Attacking trade caravans and eating local livestock, the ogre was rumored to be living on the hill located somewhere in the forest. Though where the strange girl hadn't the foggiest idea. But hey, to her any chance to take a long stroll in the forest with the chance of bloodshed was a good day spent.

(for @mysticjourneys)

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The Wolf and the Fawn (Closed rp with @mysticjourneys)

The air was tranquil in the late summer afternoon. In the small forest outside of the local town traveled an rather unusal person who was merrily humming to herself in. Dressed in a simple leather cuirass with a gorget for protection was a dark skin woman with a long flowing mane of bright orange hair. Though what was more striking at a glance what seemed to be a pair of antlers poking out of her hair and the fact her legs ended in stag like hooves, coated by bright orange fur around her legs and arms.

She was out into the forest this day on a small quest to go slay the 'Hill Brute', an ogre that been causing issues for the town as of late. Attacking trade caravans and eating local livestock, the ogre was rumored to be living on the hill located somewhere in the forest. Though where the strange girl hadn't the foggiest idea. But hey, to her any chance to take a long stroll in the forest with the chance of bloodshed was a good day spent.

(for @mysticjourneys)

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Charon A. Goodchild

Of course I'm good, it's in my bloody name!

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Hagspawn

Blood Type: O-

Height: 6'2

Weight: 719 lbs

Birthday: October 17th

Personality: Irritable, spunky, quick tempered, lonely

Likes: Apples, any dish with apples, a good fight

Dislikes: His mother, electric stuff, 'snooty' people, thunder storms

Background

Charon was born as Charon Applecheeks, the son of a mountain hag and a very unlucky mortal mountain man. Growing up he was routinely beaten down and insulted by his mother as he worked on their small apple orchard in the mountains and having to deal with her cruelty. Till one night he managed to sneak into the orchard and set it ablaze, planting a blade of a local townsfolk to trick his mother into attacking the wrong person so he could make his great escape. Now on the run from his mother and naming himself 'Goodchild' he is on a search for his own freedom, revenge, and something he calls 'his missing heart'.

Personality

Charon is easily irritable and snappish, though this is mostly due to his stunted emotional growth having to deal with his mother on his own. He's quick to tell others he's 'fine' when he really isn't due to having little capacity to understand others may actually care for him. And while he has little sympathy for those he beats down when pressed or fight, he doesn't take particular pleasure in the deed.

In the truth of things he's very lonely and does desire companionship. But he is plagued with self esteem issues believing he's not worthy of friends due to his mother's cruelty or no one will be there for him, which leads him to be slightly standoffish and determined to be 'strong' even if he has no real idea what that means. And when someone does offer him friendship he's unsure and keeps thinking there's another angle, though he recognizes it is an effect of his upbringing and has to remind himself sometimes a kindness is just a kindness.

Charon calls himself 'Goodchild' due to a desire to actually be good and help out others. Though he has little knowledge on what that actually means in the grand scheme of things, due to how Hags in general see things in the inverse. Pretty is ugly, ugly is beautiful, and wickedness is holiness to most Hags, and Charon spends his time trying to unlearn this mindset so he can actually be good. While he can take most insults at him, with various degrees of muttering and grumbling, one thing that will make him snap is seeing someone else being brutalized as he was. It triggers bad memories to him.

Powers

Hagspawn - Due to his mother being a mountain hag, his bones, teeth, and nails are actually iron. As such he's extremely heavy and his physical strength is great, and his blows can be felt as getting battered by a sledgehammer. His iron nails and teeth are always growing, so he'll routinely lose some of them only for them to regrow back a few days later.

Mountain Magic- Though he doesn't have the magic of his mother which is a sore spot for him, he has picked up two tricks. Namely able to generate a thick billowing mountain fog that is very hard for others to see through. A trick he uses to blindside others, or to make a hasty escape. The other is the ability to grow apple trees relatively quickly.

Apple knowledge - He has weirdly specific knowledge on apples, their uses in medicine and agriculture, and how to make meals out of them. Which he claims comes from the fact he lived on an enchanted apple orchard for all his life and therefore subsisted on nothing but apples basically.

Strengths

His iron boned body makes him extremely heavy and very hard to move, and lets him take a hell of a beating.

The fact his teeth and claws are made of iron makes him great at fighting against others who are weak to Iron, like other fey creatures.

He is a fantastic cook as long as it involves apples.

Loyal to those he cares about, and caring in his own odder ways.

Weaknesses

Due to his body being of iron bone, electrical attacks are very effective on him. He's also basically a massive lightning rod. And if he's on a fragile surface like thin ice, he will break it and sink.

A tad clumsy due to his awkward height and weight make him ungainly and hard to keep his balance

Is plagued by self esteem issues and somewhat gullible about the wider world around him

Stubborn as a mule and twice as hostile when his hackles are raised