#thread : encounter

[purplebass]

kell probably thought this after the essen tasch

[postcardsfromheapside]

Comrade, straight up admitting to me that you aren't creative enough to use Veilguard's CC, then blaming Bioware for making it somehow “too hard” to make an attractive character, then complaining that none of the NPC's are attractive as an afterthought to justify yourself and how you suck, isn't exactly convincing me that Veilguard is a shitty game. It sounds like a skill issue. I've seen my mutuals' Rooks and they are hot as shit.

Also how DARE you say this man is unattractive. Sometimes I unlock my phone just to peek at him.

(also everyone else on the team is smokin', I'm sorry I'm just particularly horny AF for him and have been since the reveal trailer dropped but yes the audacity to say no one is attractive do you have eyes, do you have loins, do you have a heart capable of yearning, is your soul denied all joyful emotion, look at these companions, GTFO with that nonsense)

[wolves-of-etoile]

Starter for Pari

(@the-expatriate)

David picked his way through the abandoned and dilapidated hangar. There was enough equipment and materiel out in the open to assume that this facility's evacuation must have been sudden. Was it a moonquake? Still, there had to be something useful here with which he could fix up his vessel.

He had narrowly managed to land the Sentry (just shy of crashing it) in the shadow of one of Luna's craters. Hugging the crater's wall provided him a nice little hiding spot from directional sensors as the pirate vessel that chased him down here sailed overhead like some long extinct shark looking for prey. If they double-backed, which they surely would, they would see him for sure.

He had to hurry.

[asthedewrots]

"Quid pro quo. I tell you things, you tell me things."

“I don’t think you really want that,” the man spoke half-attendedly as he hefted an axe over his shoulder and watched the head descend onto a log before him, splitting it in two with a loud crack.

He paused there for a moment, as if waiting for the noise to fizzle from his ears, before adjusting the chunks of wood left behind and repeating the process. His actions—his methodicality—read more as a warning than an act of genuine chore or errand—like when a wolf notices you’re watching, and tears the leg off of its resident deer carcass a little more violently than usual.

Or it could’ve meant nothing at all.

“I wouldn’t go sniffing up the wrong trees like that. Not around here.”

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Thud.

“But I’ll humor you once.”

He let the head of the axe drop into the dirt next to his boot, a calloused hand remaining on the end of the handle and positioning it against his leg as if it were a cane. Yet, despite all this movement and subtle warning, he did not make eye contact, gaze instead directed towards the cold, sunless sky.

“What do you want to know?”

[goldbiz]

booster gold being this cosmic jock is an analysis i roll with. while i will say that the time- travelling aspects of his character is something i am still doing research on, that blueprint of him being this quarterback losing himself through time and space is something that makes him stand out in a vast sea of other characters written in with the same tropes. it's not something that is essential because i think when push comes to shoves, he can be taken in any direction as long as that association with fame is still on the horizon but i just think that tiny detail is what wholeheartedly makes him such a charming character with these hints of that endurance that a regular athlete would be known for. booster gold is this guy who adapts, sometimes takes big punches / losses. he is a coward in the sense that he'll run away if feels that the situation isn't benefitting him in someway and that's where his evolution / growth stems from. being inspired by characters like superman and the rest of the justice league, he learns to be more humble, still he's always not above hamming it up for any crowd.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

What is a secret they’ll take to their deathbed?

Do they hate anyone?

DARKER MUSE Q’s

15. What is a secret they’ll take to their death bed?

Probably would have to be some of the atrocities he’s committed while treading through life in his time as a outlaw; in some cases he had no choice, but he still beats himself up over it knowing it went heavily against his own moral code. He’s no stranger to death or murder, and he’s taken many heads for bounty. Back then, it was much easier to detach himself from the situation, especially with Darlene’s assurances but it’s something that eats away at him when he sits with his thoughts for too long. A particular incident involved killing a man who admittedly wasn’t the best and had done some awful things. As a result, the man had earned a quite valuable bounty on his head—even still, killing a man point blank in front of his wife and children was not at all on Butch’s 1885 bingo card and boy did he flee after getting a good look at their horrified blood splattered faces.

23. Do they hate anyone?

Contrary to popular belief, it’s very hard for Butch to hate someone. While he often loses his temper or may dislike someone strongly for their actions/how they treat him, once he’s processed those feelings, it’s usually water off of a ducks back. That isn’t to say there aren’t a few he hates.

@bloodlustiing’s Ares is one such person he hates with every ounce of his being, probably the highest on his list by a landslide, if only because he’s done unspeakable things to someone Butch loves with his whole heart. Do what you want to Butch but if you mess with someone he cares about? That’s a sure fire way to garner his absolute hatred.

Another person he hates has to be @deadmcnwalks ’ Shadow; another being who’s violently harassed a few folks he happens to care for.

@foxedthecards’ Mr. Fox is definitely toeing the line between annoyance and hatred as he’s essentially possessing the body of a close friend (something Butch feels is a choice and perceives such as taking advantage of Jonas). not to mention, what all he’s done to Butch so far. The fact that Mr. Fox gets on perfectly with those close to Butch but shows disdain for him for what he deems is no reason is also another thing that irks him strongly, and certainly doesn’t remedy his grievances with the spirit.

There are a couple of foes from his past he has similar negative feelings for but most of their actions were taken out on him rather than his parter at the time and for that reason, any grudge he may hold isn’t all that extreme, even if the things they’ve done to him are far less than savory.

[cairnivore]

Lifaerie Encounter 📖

When: Last Week Where: Wicked's Rest Public Library With: Cairn Woods @cairnivore and Estella Hartmann @irlsunbeam Summary: Cairn goes to the library to be alone, drawn to quiet corners and books that don’t sugarcoat the strange things that live in the woods. But today, someone else shows up. Estella, bright and talkative, with no book in hand and a lot to say. Cairn isn’t used to company, but she doesn’t leave. Not yet. Something about Estella keeps her there. Notes: Parental Death TW (only a referenced thought)

Today, after some time spent scrolling and posting, Cairn decided to log off and look for a book to occupy her mind. She moved with purpose, having explored the library enough to know where she wanted to go. She passed the cookbooks and the children’s section, moving down a hall where an old rolling ladder sat, caked in dust. She slipped past and found a corner, where the overhead bulbs buzzed and flickered, barely holding on.

Her fingers brushed the cracked spine of A Field Guide to Faeries and Forgotten Beasts, but she passed it by. That one had pictures that were too friendly, stories too sweet. She crouched by the bottom shelf instead and pulled out a thin, green book. The title, stamped in flaking gold, read Tales from the Edge of the Forest. She’d skimmed through it before and enjoyed the tales of things that might be encountered in the woods. None of them had come close to what she had seen, but some of them did leave her with a familiar unease.

With the book in hand, she made her way to her usual seat, a small, tucked away alcove between two towering rows of shelves. It was quiet here, away from the hum of the main areas. The dim light from a nearby window spilled through, casting long, warm beams of afternoon sun across the room. As she sat down and began to open it, her ears caught the faintest sound.

A footstep. Then another. The shuffle of someone moving through the library, coming closer.

Cairn’s posture stiffened, and her eyes flickered towards the noise. Her fingers hovered over the book’s pages, but she didn’t move just yet. Instead, she listened. The footsteps were slow but deliberate. Someone was coming. She had only ever seen one other person around the area and she considered herself lucky that person wasn’t here when she came in. Whenever Cairn did come across her she’d grab her book and walk away. While the book rested in her hands, its title catching the light, Cairn kept listening. The footsteps were much closer now. Instinctively, her eyes lifted, just as that familiar girl came into view.

_

The library was a nice place.

That was putting it lightly. The library was, undoubtedly, one of Estella’s favorite places in town. As much as she liked how bright and loud the world could be, there was something about the peace that came along with a library that was its own sort of magic. After all, the library was where she’d first come across fairy tales, and even though she much preferred those to superhero comics, she was well-aware of the concept of origin stories, and so perhaps the library was hers. It would also royally piss off Edomond Hartmann if his daughter gave more credit to a library than to her own blood for making her who she was.

She hadn’t come in search of any particular book today, instead she’d chosen to just visit.

Wandering through the aisles between the bookshelves was meditative – and she had half a mind to wander to the children’s section and see if they’d kept any of the reviews she’d written of various books back when she was a child. They probably did. She didn’t think too much about if it was more because of her bubbly personality and love of literature or because of her last name. Focusing on that would only stress her out, and she did not like the feeling of being stressed.

There was someone by the window.

Not in the children’s section (she had decided not to go in there right now at least.

Estella had thought she was doing a decent (even good) job of being quiet but the person, the probable-human, looked up and Estella looked back at her with large, blinking eyes. “I – hi.” This person looked familiar. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you!!” She kept her voice at a whisper (she respected libraries, after all) and gave a sheepish shrug of her shoulders. 

_

As the girl came into view, Cairn recognized her immediately. She couldn’t miss someone like that. Some people, she’d found, faded into the background like blades of grass. But others stood out, like dandelions or wildflowers scattered through the tall field. This girl was one of them.

Her careful steps and hushed tone made it clear she hadn’t expected anyone else to be here. Honestly, neither had Cairn, but she wasn’t going to move. She’d gotten here first. She was going to sit and enjoy her book.

“It’s fine,” she said, her voice low.

Words never came as easily in person as they did online. Some days she didn’t speak at all. Other times, she’d open her mouth and everything would spill out wrong causing confusion on the other person and leaving Cairn frustrated at her inability to communicate right.

Thankfully, this wasn’t one of those times.

She didn’t tell the girl to leave. That was as close to hospitality as Cairn usually got. The girl wasn’t a strange face and while they never introduced each other she became a familiar face in the library and Cairn had observed enough of her to feel confident in her behavior in the library.

Shifting in her seat, Cairn dropped her shoulders slightly, her posture softening now that she didn’t see the girl as a threat. She turned her attention back to her book, its cover still visible as she flipped a page to find her place.

Her finger hovered over a line. A sentence about lost things. She wondered if the girl liked stories like that too. Now that she thought of it, she had seen her before with books that caught Cairn’s interest, titles she’d lingered on herself. She’d never been curious enough to approach… but now, the girl was right here.

Cairn’s eyes drifted from the page, quiet and watchful, settling on her.

_

“Okay. Good. I’m glad.” Estella sat down on the floor almost immediately, criss-cross on the carpet. She hoped she wasn’t bothering the girl too much (or really at all, ideally) and she just wanted somebody to talk to, because she always had so many thoughts in her brain that she was pretty positive that they could literally spill out and everywhere. Which was a bit of a gross thought but thoughts weren’t messy, they were innovative and inventive and the reason why things happened. If nobody ever had any thoughts then the world would be really extra boring. 

It was boring sometimes now, but it was also wonderful and undiscovered and exciting but thoughts were to thank for that.

Estella shook herself back to the present, back to the girl in front of her, who she’d seen a few times and was extremely intrigued by. She wasn’t fae, which was disappointing, but maybe she was someone who would appreciate Estella’s magic. She certainly hoped so. The other girl looked back at her book. “I like reading too.” Estella stated, “which I guess you could guess ‘cause we’re in the library, but sometimes people come here who don’t, so I like to make sure people know I really like books. What are you reading right now?

_

Before Cairn could look away from her, she started talking and not just a few words but a full stream of them. Cairn stayed still, listening. She didn’t mind when people spoke, not exactly. She was just still learning how to be around it. Where to put her hands, where to look, what to say. Everyone seemed to know how and when to move their hands, when to look away, when to knit their brows or smile. Cairn never bothered to think what to do while speaking to someone or while being spoken to. Her entire life up until some months ago was just quiet exchanges with her pama. Just shared spaces and shared understanding.

Cairn missed that more than she knew how to say.

Her tongue stilled when the question was turned onto her and so Cairn glanced down at her own book. She turned the book face-up and pushed it slightly closer, offering it for the girl to see. Letting the book answer that question as she let herself get adjusted to the fact she was going to need to communicate now. Sure, Cairn could get up and leave and there were moments where she did just that but she was curious and Cairn struggled to keep her curiosity at bay.

She scanned the area near the other girl, looking for her book. No book. No paper. Cairn's head tilted slightly, a faint crease pulling at her brow. She sat down just to talk? The thought didn’t quite line up. Softly, she asked, "You’re not reading anything?" A pause, her voice almost curious, almost unsure. "Did you just... want to talk?" Silence was meant to be upheld here, old and golden like something sacred. Cairn knew that. Yet she spoke anyway, willing to wear whatever tarnish came with it.

_

She looked curiously at the book that the other girl showed her. Maybe she didn’t like to talk too much, or maybe she didn’t talk, really, which would be fine. If that was the case then the two of them could write or draw pictures back and forth. But maybe this was just the start, because the other girl was kind and just wanted to share. Sharing was good. Estella hadn’t always been the best at that, but that much could be blamed on her father and the fact that she was able to get him to give her everything she ever wanted. 

(Other than his unconditional love, but that was a sad story for another time).

Estella was grateful that she didn’t usually get too nervous talking to new people. Even if she were the sort to get that way, she would have forced it out of herself over the years. Not even intentionally, but simply based on the fact that she wanted to know everything she could about the world, and if you didn’t talk to anybody new, then you’d never learn. 

— and if there was one thing she’d always loved, it was learning.

“Oh! I – well, I am reading a lot, but I don’t have it with me right now. Could we maybe just talk? Would that be like, chill?” She sighed. “If you’d prefer, I can also leave you be, but in the least creepy way possible, I’ve seen you around and I like talking to new people – or people I know, but you can’t know somebody if you don’t ever talk to them, and I’d like to know you, I think! If you’d like to know me. Even maybe?”

_

Cairn listened as the other spoke, taking in the way her lips moved, the way her eyes caught light, how her body exhaled between words. Already Cairn could tell her way of speaking was very direct and left little to ponder. She liked that. It meant you didn’t have to guess. When the other girl said she wanted to get to know her, a warmth spread from Cairn’s chest, and it wasn’t from the sun.

She moved the book back to her lap and closed it before setting it off to the side, silently letting the other know that she accepted her request to talk.

“What would you like to talk about?” She asked, letting the other guide her. The act of asking felt strange enough on its own and Cairn had no real sense of how to steer a conversation with someone new. She hadn’t had much experience in this - talking for no purpose, no urgency. Communication with her pama had always been what was necessary, to teach and to learn. Still, Cairn was curious to walk this new trail.

_

“Anything – but we could talk about… well, the weather makes me feel a bit weird, sometimes, so maybe not that.” Estella hummed lightly, tapping her fingers on her knees. It was nice to be asked, and it made her feel proud and powerful (alliterative good feelings were especially nice), but there was also a part of her that screamed that this girl had to need help. Which was fine, she was good at helping, and hopefully whatever was on the other’s mind would be solvable by one of Estella’s many abilities. 

“Well, I guess first off, names? I’m Estella. I have lived in this town my whole life.” She’d stay away from last names for now, mostly because sometimes (oftentimes) people knew her father or at least knew of him, and she liked the chance to make an impression outside of being his daughter. Though of course, if this girl had read any papers from a few years back, she would’ve found countless photographs of Estella. But maybe not. The girl looked new. Not as familiar. “You could tell me what books you like?”

_

Cairn wondered why the weather made her feel weird. While curious, she hesitated to ask as she didn’t seem open to the idea. Cairn didn’t want to do anything that may ruin their conversation. Not yet.

“I’m Cairn,” she introduced herself, mirroring the other’s single name. She didn’t appreciate when people wanted her entire name and she reluctantly gave it. Her pama had always told her to be cautious but right now Cairn was being driven by another desire than to follow the rules. She wasn’t sure how to respond when questions were asked of her - her mind drew a blank but then she reached into her bag and pulled out a book.

“This is my favorite.” She noted, handing it over for the other girl to see. Its green hardcover was worn soft from weather and use. Others might think it was poorly kept - but Cairn held it with a quiet reverence. It was well-loved. Its title “A Field Guide to Woodland Plants” was stamped with dark brown letters, most of it fading. When opened, the pages have been yellowed, filled with printed sketches of plants, some accompanied with actual pressed specimens gathered by Cairn. The sketches were accompanied with descriptions but if you looked closely, you’d see some annotations written down, specifically in two different kinds of handwriting.

_

Admittedly, saying that the weather made her feel weird was probably weird itself, but Estella did her best to not let herself be bothered by that. It was weird because it made her sound too old, she figured, but also it was weird since she was part of some parts of weather. Not that she necessarily had any particular shame about talking about herself, but this felt different, and she didn’t know if the girl was quite ready to hear her go off about the best types of weather and how much clouds could stink. That was for hang out number three, at least.

“Cairn.” Estella repeated. “That’s a wonderful name. Do you know what it means? The meanings of names is a fascinating thing to examine. I mean, mine’s just ‘star’ but I think it is sort of fitting, because stars are bright and I like to try and make things bright if at all possible!” Which was true, without explicitly saying what she was. It was a miracle her parents had agreed on a name, though she figured that its meaning had won over each of them for very different sorts of reasons. 

She watched Cairn get a book out of her bag, and it was old and it was beautiful. “Woah!” She said, a gasp of quiet amazement and awe. “That looks like a very important book, and I can see that it is loved. I imagine you are kind to most things. Are you the same way about animals that you are about books like this one?” She reached out, hand hovering just above the cover. “You must know a lot about plants. Is that your very favorite thing?”

_

Cairn listened to Estella explain the meaning of her name, silently intrigued at how she connected her name to who she was. She thought about her own name for a moment. “Cairn is.. rocks.” No, not quite. Her pama had explained it to her. “A marker in the wilderness, a guide for those lost.” That was it. She could recall the moment her pama gave it to her. When she went from Pebble to Cairn. Still, there were some moments her pama would refer to her as Pebble instead and Cairn liked those moments best.

As Estella asked if plants were her favorite thing, Cairn paused. She knew she liked this book. Found comfort in it. She liked looking at plants and learning about them. It was something her parent used to do. “I do like plants. I know enough.” There was always more to learn. She glanced back at Estella. “Are you asking if I like animals?” The question seemed odd. “Because I do.” She respected them and so far has found their company better than others.

_

“That’s beautiful. Like a beacon of hope, then? To make sure nobody gets lost. I bet Hansel and Gretel would have benefitted from that. You. Well, yes you but also what your name means. If that makes sense? Sometimes my brain goes faster than my words. Or – my words go faster than my brain? I’m not sure. Regardless, sorry if I don’t make sense.” Estella paused. “I guess maybe you and I should go exploring sometime. Between a star and a guidepost, we’d have to be safe!” She grinned, pleased at the idea of it.

She nodded, “I imagine you know a lot. Do you garden? I – yeah. Sorry, I think my thoughts went in several directions there too. Animals are very good. I like them better than people, sometimes. But I like huma– people too!! I don’t just like animals, I just think they should all be given a lot more love than they sometimes are.” That was probably okay to say. Probably not too much, especially since she seemed to be around a like minded individual. “I think I like you, Cairn. Do you want to hang out more?”

_

Cairn listened.

Not just to what the girl said, but how she said it. The rush of words like they might disappear from her mouth if she didn’t let them out fast enough. The stumbles. The skips. The pieces she said too fast that Cairn couldn’t catch but also the ones she didn’t say. She always listened like that. Closely. Carefully. It was how she survived.

A beacon. A guidepost. Hansel and Gretal. Gardening. Animals. It was a lot, probably too much for most, but Cairn didn’t flinch. She sifted through it all carefully, like handling something fragile, looking for the thread underneath it all. Estella liked to say she didn’t make sense but she did. More than she realized. Cairn didn’t laugh or smile, not really, but something in her deep blue eyes softened.

Estella talked like someone trying to hold five thoughts at once, while hoping the right one landed first – and if it didn’t, she’d try the next one or the one after that. Cairn listened to each one with care. Estella may not have known it yet but she didn’t have to work so hard around Cairn to get those thoughts down. She could take her time, let her thoughts be messy. Cairn would still hear her.

So when she asked, another stream of words she couldn’t quite hold back, Cairn showed no hesitation. She didn’t know what “hang out” meant but she knew what it felt like to want to be seen.

“Yes.”

She said it simply but it rang like something sacred.

[enduranceofsurvival]

@jhermes liked for a starter with Bucky

It had been a long frustrating day and all Bucky wanted to do was get home and shut out the world. A deep scowl furrowed on his brow, he was so distracted by the piling messages on his phone he still needed to deal with that he wasn't paying attention. Rounding the corner, his shoulder collided roughly with Hermes - sending phones and god knows what else flying.

"Ahh shit... Sorry." He grumbled crouching down to snatch up his phone and help Hermes with any of his scattered belongings.

[lonelyalchemy]

"what incredible prosthetic makeup work." chat he doesn't know.

"would you mind telling me how it was done? the horns especially are fascinating-- very lifelike."

@viladlind starter!

[bxtonpxss]

@multiversestcries liked for a one liner!

"How much longer till we're there?"

[bespokeguilt]

⟡ LOCATION: Atelier Shakir ⟡ TIME: Late Spring of 2025 ⟡ WITH: Tariq Shakir ⟡ SUMMARY: Tariq works on someone's suit and insidiously finds a way through them.

“Turn a little, just there—yes. That’s better.”

Tariq’s voice was velvet and unhurried. Not a command, exactly, but wouldn’t it be foolish to disobey someone with a pair of scissors in one hand, and a needle in the other? 

His clients always thought they came in search of tailoring. Some even said as much—how they’d heard about the atelier, how word had spread, how they were referred. No one ever quite admitted why they had stayed once they stepped through the door. But Tariq knew. They always knew.

They adjusted the collar, smoothing fabric with deliberate grace. There was never anything hurried in their movements, their touch exact but never invasive, the kind that made trust grow without asking for it. “You carry tension in your shoulders. Whatever is troubling you, perhaps it would be best to drop it on the floor like a backpack.” He commented. “I can promise you that you can pick it up again when you leave—if you still want it.”

Sometimes, that line was enough to open the gate to a very secretive realm. People had confessed for both less and more. Tariq never asked for details, and perhaps that was why they came spilling out. He didn’t offer comfort, only silence. Clients left knowing their secrets were safe, even as they walked out feeling subtly… lighter. Unsettled, perhaps. But lighter.

The tailor stepped back, studying the angle of his client’s reflection instead of their face, searching for answers beyond the silver surface of the mirror. It was never the body Tariq measured, not really. It was the way someone stood in front of their own image. What they tried not to look at or where their eyes always returned.

“May I ask—what’s the occasion? This isn’t for work, or dinner with someone you wish to impress. This is elegant, yes, but protective too. You want to be admired… from a distance.”

This was not an accusation. Just observation. Tariq never judged. He didn’t care for right or wrong, and he found it often had little to do with whatever guilt people felt. A lot of people felt guilt when they should have felt entirely justified. “Most people don’t know what they want to highlight or hide until they try something on. The right jacket reveals it. The cut of a pair of trousers. The length of a dress’ hem. You’d be amazed what fabric can do when it’s cut with care.” Tariq looked up, and their eyes met their client’s. His gaze was calm, unblinking. The same couldn’t be said about his client. 

Tariq would have recognized doubt anywhere. If he pushed that man a bit further, perhaps there would be something there for him.

“But that’s what you came for, isn’t it? Not just a good fit. You could have gone anywhere for that.” A silence. Not awkward. Intentional. And then, the tailor lowered his voice. “I can do that. We all deserve to be seen exactly as we choose.” He smiled. Not unkind. Not readable either.

“Now—shoulders back. Breathe in. There. You look like someone who belongs exactly where they are.” Another pause. “No one ever questions a well-dressed person.”

[davidthespider]

Yo I'm trying to research alien abduction stories and I can't find any good youtube channels that cover close encounters because google doesn't want me to know the truth. Any suggestions?

[hopecel]

Star Wars fans (let's be honest, usually american) who act like the empire is a thinly veiled metaphor for US imperialism........

..........I could think of a few more examples.......

[insertpinkchiphere]

@pleasuregave asked- Describe their favorite sexual encounter. Random OC NSFW Asks (accepting!)

So far? Definitely the time where Jin overstimulated the hell out of him. It was new to Lambda and being plopped right into the deep end of that was an experience he wasn't quite ready for. (Even though I'm willing to bet those two talked things over offscreen.)

Despite that? Despite being put through the wringer for who knows how long, he had a great time and it's an experience he enjoyed quite a lot! He would probably do it again if he was asked.

[king-midas-fortnite]

* @peely-of-the-na waves at you! He mimes out tying a tie and shrugging on a suit jacket. He gives two big thumbs up, them looks at you inquisitively.*

*Hmm. Maybe more context is needed! Peely begins to do charades. Shark attack... Long time... Now here. Oh! He's asking how you've been since you worked together!*

Well hello, Peely.

*He pauses while trying to decipher your meaning. He used to be much better at this, but it had been an awful long while since he spoke to you. He's grateful for the additional signing.*

I've been alright. Well, dead for a little while, but back now and doing better than anyone in my position could likely hope for.

*He chuckles.*

How have you been? Not browning anywhere are we?

[zcrayas]

Izar & Ensha || @izar-tarazed ❤'d the starter call

" Halt! Step no further... for your own good ", Speaks the gentle voice with a hint of sombre undertone. Words, along with quiet sniffs echo from the darkness of the lakeside cave.

Even from deeper inside the tunnel, Rya could have sworn hearing at least two sets of steps. Upset and startled from what chased her to find comfort in darkness, she clutches the necklace in fear of danger, weighting her options.

Should they be no different to those encountered before, if a warning was not enough, she could always shed off the illusion of a maiden, and chase them away.

" A hideous being lurks here... something that should not see light...!"