beastintheforest

[beastintheforest]

For some absolutely ridiculous reason, I've decided your opinion matters.

So tell me, if you had to pick.

Purple or blue? Assume a soft shade.

I would choose blue, but if we're talking about the soft shade, then purple is better. It reminds me if the late evenings in the open. The sky turn a beautiful shade of lilac before switching to blue. It's a pretty step in-between. The time when the sky completely switches from the dreamy and peaceful sun to a cold and beautiful night.

[beastintheforest]

Have you ever under-estimated an opponent and ended up in a bad spot?

I did. But I won't tell I disliked this turn of events. A fight with an interesting opponent is not just entertaining. It's educational.

I used to underestimate people a lot back in my days. Now it becomes a treat. After all, if there's still someone who can trick me in this world, then I haven't reached a true top just yet.

Only when you survived every possible outcome you can call yourself worthy.

[beastintheforest]

Is there anyone you wont fight?

People who are not worth it. There can be someone too confident in himself, but having no strength behind them. I don't want to fight knowing that i'll win, excluding the times where I do it for justice.

I already know what you want to ask me. No. Corvus fight wasn't a predetermined victory for me. When he told me straight faced that he's god damn Heracles I knew that it won't be that easy. His morals are uneasy to sustain, but if he'd believed in them hard enough then he would actually manage to bring me down the moment he decided to stab me in the eye.

My brother has a lot of potential. But he places everyone after himself. He can't even see how much power he has. Or maybe he fears it.

A shame. He could've gotten even stronger than me

[beastintheforest]

🐝

Has your muse ever helped someone in a tough situation? Do they enjoy helping others?

Kogane no kounotori are known for their assistance. When there was something going on we were usually present somewhere in the shadow. So yeah. I did help some people in need.

Usually my assistance contained beating someone up, but I also could work as a bodyguard or escort. There were different types of people coming, but everyone seeked vengeance or were just afraid. I happily took the deal, because it was in my powers to complete it.

For me help means - defending someone. It silence my sense of justice so I definitely feel satisfied when I complete my task

[beastintheforest]

🐞

Do they believe in love at first sight? If not, what's the reason?

I never fell in love from the first sight, but I definitely experienced it trough fight. When you become stronger the number of equal opponents drops down. Then it just becomes too boring to fight at all. And this boredom falters when you finally find someone who matches or surpasses you in strength. A trully ecstatic feeling indeed.

You may say I experienced love at first punch

[beastintheforest]

Hey, babygi-

slicks back hair and leans against wall but wall I'd not present, so I just fall over and faceplant instead.

eughhhh.....

The beast just stands there, clearly five times bigger than your average "baby girl" size and for the first time contemplates some of its major choices in life

[beastintheforest]

🐾🙀😻 --- Animal themed headcanon prompts; Send one or more for headcanons about my muse!

🐱---- Is your muse graceful? Do they possess a skill that they're quite precise and never sloppy with? 🐶 ---- Does your muse get excited easily? Is there someone (or particular people) that make them excited? 🐎 ---- How strong is your muse? Could they fight someone with a stronger skillset than them? 🦒 ---- How does your muse feel about height? Do they like their height or are they ashamed of it? 🦝 ---- What things have your muse gotten away with? Do they get sneak away often? 🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all? 🐲 ---- Is your muse hot-headed? Do they have a short-temper? If so, what are some signs that they're getting to the boiling point. 🦘 ---- If they have kids, what type of parent is your muse? If not, what type of parent would your muse be? 🐍 ---- Has your muse ever been two faced? Do they talk badly of others behind their back? And how often are they this way? 🐬 ---- Is your muse considered smart by their peers? If so, what do other people think of their intelligence? 🐙 ---- Is your muse a hugger? Do they enjoy physical affection whether it's platonic or romantic? 🦉 ---- What's the wisest thing your muse has ever said? Are they often that way? 🐞 ---- Do they believe in love at first sight? If not, what's the reason? 🦋 ---- How sociable is your muse? Do they make friends easily? If not, is there a reason why they aren't / don't? 🦂 ---- How deadly is your muse? Do they have the capabilities to kill someone? Would they if given the opportunity? 🐝 ---- Has your muse ever helped someone in a tough situation? Do they enjoy helping others? 🐌 ---- Does your muse take their time on things that are important? Are they the patient type of person?

[beastintheforest]

My guilty pleasure. Mythological one's especially. A shame there wasn't any good ones so far.

I've heard about the production of some musical about the Homer's Odyssey... but it was just rumors from third parties... dunno if they were true. A shame. I would've totally watched it if it actually turned out to be real. Guess there won't any musicals for a long time...

The beast seems upset. More than when it's find out it's sister fate

does your oc like musicals?

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[beastintheforest]

On anon or not, tell me what YOUR headcanons for my muse are.

[beastintheforest]

Leave an 'Am I the Asshole (AITA)' situation in the ask and my muse will decide if you are, in fact, the asshole!

[beastintheforest]

🎨

Dark green. The color of natural coverage. A primal state of life.

As a bonus I say that I dislike color grey. The cities usually full of this lifeless color as the sign of the human superiority over the world that created them. Heh. It's foolish really. The way a man thinks that he somehow greater than nature. And every time the said nature finds clever ways to proof them wrong

[beastintheforest]

✧*｡Symbol-based headcanons ✧*｡

🎨 – What’s your muse’s favorite color?

🍰 – What dessert does your muse love the most?

🌧 – What kind of weather makes your muse feel calm or nostalgic?

📖 – What book would your muse read over and over again?

🕰 – Does your muse prefer mornings or nights?

🌙 – What helps your muse fall asleep?

🐾 – If your muse had a pet, what would it be?

💐 – What kind of flowers would your muse keep in their room?

🗺 – Where does your muse want to travel someday?

📻 – What kind of music does your muse secretly enjoy?

💭 – What does your muse daydream about most often?

🥀 – What’s a small thing that always makes your muse sad?

✉️ – What kind of text or letter would make your muse smile instantly?

🍂 – What season suits your muse best, and why?

🧸 – What’s something from their childhood your muse still keeps?

[beastintheforest]

Figured you'd like the bear.

It's left for him where he can find it, a figure of a white bear, tied to a string. It can be a necklace, or just carried in a pocket if he wishes. What he does with it is up to him, but it's given with good intentions.

The beast attached the bear to its belt so that it won't get in the way of work. That way it still on him, and at the same time isn't affecting his work. Crane has the feeling that it will come in handy later...

[beastintheforest]

If someone were to leave something for you as a token of good will...

Would you accept it, and what animal would you want it to be?

A bear. The symbol of might and strong spirit. The bear does not care about others. He roams his territory freely and unbothered.

In some communes it is stated that you carve the piece of your soul into your work. You implement the intention with which you create something. Be it evil or good. That's how talismans are created.

I'm just saying... on their place I wouldn't waste my time creating something good if i mean them harm.

Very well. I accept your token.

[beastintheforest]

Heh. Bearing the weight of the world together. That what our family once did.

It can end either horribly or good. Who knows? Probably only norns may see the outcome. And i'll be ready to meet him there.

The beast hears someone. Probably Percy trying to find Aurora. He stands up on his feet and looks into the distance

The judgment will happen once more. If the path he took is right, then so be it. If not i'll, just end his suffering without looking at what the future will bring him.

Corvus is right. Death is the most merciful thing a beast can do.

And with that the beast was gone. Only a wooden rosaries were left on the tree. A small raven feather was attached to it. The color seemed familiar...

The quiet of the trees was nice. There was little more than the sounds of wildlife and the breeze to keep her company as she walked. She probably shouldn't be out this late, nor this far, with everything going on, but out she wandered anyway.

A fallen tree catches her eye. It was covered with moss, and looked a good enough place to settle down for a while. She sits on the ground, leaning back against the log, and digs her cigarettes from her pocket. Striking a match, she lights one and takes a long inhale.

She sighs, letting her head press back against the wood, and she closes her eyes, just letting herself exist, and listen to the world around her- just like Coyote taught her to do.

[beastintheforest]

What makes man's will strong? Is it how loud he talks about it? Or how stubborn he is? No. The will is the truth.

Corvus is changeable because he lies. His ideals are weak, because he does the impossible. He fears the truth and that's why he stubbornly tries to make one from a lie.

"All people can be saved" - That's what he believes. I showed him that he's wrong. But he probably continue to shape the reality into something that he can digest in order to never feel the pain of failure ever again. He will continue to bend the iron until it become the low quality amalgamation that won't be suitable for anything good.

He either become a soulles being, deciding who is fitting his standards of a human worth saving, or turn into amalgam mush not being able to shape himself into something useful.

Both choices are doomed for unhappy ending.

The quiet of the trees was nice. There was little more than the sounds of wildlife and the breeze to keep her company as she walked. She probably shouldn't be out this late, nor this far, with everything going on, but out she wandered anyway.

A fallen tree catches her eye. It was covered with moss, and looked a good enough place to settle down for a while. She sits on the ground, leaning back against the log, and digs her cigarettes from her pocket. Striking a match, she lights one and takes a long inhale.

She sighs, letting her head press back against the wood, and she closes her eyes, just letting herself exist, and listen to the world around her- just like Coyote taught her to do.

[beastintheforest]

He was like a father to me. Only Rook was close to that title before that. Now look what happened...

Our family fell apart when he left. The only adult capable of keeping us afloat. And my worrisome brother decided to throw everything away just to pay some non-existent dept. How pathetic of him...

He could've been geologist or a producer, you know? Corvus been intrested in creating his own slasher. Also different kinds of shiny rooks. And before that everything that laid on the ground nor moving and infested with bugs.

Does he even talk about this stuff? About rocks? Or writing something of his own? Something that aren't medicine?

You see the problem?

The quiet of the trees was nice. There was little more than the sounds of wildlife and the breeze to keep her company as she walked. She probably shouldn't be out this late, nor this far, with everything going on, but out she wandered anyway.

A fallen tree catches her eye. It was covered with moss, and looked a good enough place to settle down for a while. She sits on the ground, leaning back against the log, and digs her cigarettes from her pocket. Striking a match, she lights one and takes a long inhale.

She sighs, letting her head press back against the wood, and she closes her eyes, just letting herself exist, and listen to the world around her- just like Coyote taught her to do.