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          Harry Whitehorse of Tales of Vesperia                         ❝ —To be like Altosk is something every guild should strive for. ❞

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   ✔︎ post to pre-game ability for muse

   ✔︎ semi-selective but will rp with all fandoms & characters

   ✔︎ multi!ships for chemistry

   ✔︎ nsfw friendly —gore, death & self harm

   ✔︎ 5+ years of roleplaying experience

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          Harry Whitehorse of Tales of Vesperia                         ❝ —To be like Altosk is something every guild should strive for. ❞

                      Semi-Private RP Blog

   ✔︎ post to pre-game ability for muse

   ✔︎ semi-selective but will rp with all fandoms & characters

   ✔︎ multi!ships for chemistry

   ✔︎ nsfw friendly —gore, death & self harm

   ✔︎ 5+ years of roleplaying experience

                                                     ► home ‣ letter ‣ rules ‣ art ◀︎

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|| So if I flipped blogs ......... would people follow me there?

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♗ ☢

♗ : Child!Character my muse would adopt.

Harry being his age oooh, this is a difficult question to answer correctly hahaha;;

Don Whitehorse????

☢ : Character my muse is afraid of.

Harry isn’t really scared of people. He’s more-so afraid of his actions towards people. In case most haven’t noticed, he’s not exactly the most … forgiving nor eased of the Whitehorse and can be seen as a rather rude individual if people look at what he says the wrong way?

The questions you asked are like; seriously, the things I can’t think of omg, I’m so sorry. q Aq

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         Harry watched the other's expression after what he said, the cloth stopping him from speaking at first as he took a sharp inhale of air before relaxing. His hand uplifting to catch Raven's sleeve, giving him a serious look. No room for jokes here or even if it were to be attempted. "I ain't underestimating, I don't want anythin' going wrong when yer involved too." Because Raven was important. Raven was probably one of --if not the-- strongest member in Altosk at the moment. And if something stupid happened that got this member in trouble, then Harry didn't know what he would do.

         Letting his hand fall to let the other continue his work, his head lowered and eyes closed. Reciting information he'd already put into his mind from his attackers. Certain times flinching over a specific bruise during his recital of the mens looks before continuing on.

         It was probably a bit of a surprise how much information about what they looked like Harry had reported as he finished with it. His eyes lowering afterwards. He was not an idiot, as soon as it had begun and he'd gotten from his confused stupor, he'd began trying to glare up through his bangs, get the information he could grab despite the blurry looks. He had at least provided a mostly accurate description of the groups clothes and hair. Though the eyes ... He'd only remembered one of their eyes and that was because of how close that man's face had gotten to his own.

         Brown eyes, deep in color, almost so deep you could mistake them for black, but they were brown. His breath was rancid, not as if he'd just been drinking, rancid, but as if his teeth had rotted and he'd been trying to keep them all in his mouth despite the fact.

         No descriptions of faces otherwise then, because through golden strands it was difficult enough to see, let alone get good face-views on them. He hoped however it would work for what Raven was going to do --whatever that was-- because from this point on, he couldn't be of help. Which just tugged at his stomach in all sorts of ways that Harry didn't like. Helpless...

         ...Again...

         Something he had promised himself to never be again. And he'd just up and given himself away like that. So easily, all because Raven had pressed a little. Why did he give in? He could have just delt with it in private. Thoughts of not caring if someone beat him up or otherwise. He'd expected worse since day one. Raven hadn't even noticed him after Don died until coming back to Dhangrest after no words of warning or goodwill or anything.

         Pushing those thoughts from his mind, Harry closed his eyes once Rave was done, brushing off his hands to up-do his own tassels. Just because he had been hurt didn't mean that he couldn't dress himself. "There..." He mumbled, "that's all fer today; there's a few papers left I can finish up here." His eyes stayed on the floor silently, sifting back and forth before the final words passed his lips.

                   "Don't ya do anythin' that'd get cause for punishment."

         Just find them, and who they worked for. If they weren't Guild Members, then there was nothing other than Altosk's moral code to stop Raven from hurting them as much as he wanted. Though there was one more thing-- maybe ... not just find them. "Make sure after they're found though, that they can't leave Dhangrest." His hair was over his eyes, the calculating look, thinking carefully over all of this. "Af'er all, they're gonna be Altosks guests. Them an' whoever they worked for."

         Meaning he needed them as well. Needed them to find the others who did this, wanted this for him, and then to offer proof to the man guild or whoever had done this to him.

Raven winced in sympathy at the sight of the other’s wounds, though they were about as bad as he’d imagined. Hits intended to hurt and injury but not in a way that would draw too much attention. They wanted Harry to be able to stand back up and continue to live with what they had done. Maybe they wanted to see if Harry would hide what happened for them.

That would be letting them win.

His arms were worse, likely having been used to protect his more vulnerable areas. Though Raven worked calmly, hands gentle but firm there was a growing knot of rage inside him, fueled further by Harry’s request and words. The images that it brought up twisted at his guts.

"Don’t underestimate me, I’m not just here ta look pretty ya know. I’ll find out who they are, I promise." It was one of those rare times that he could say something with certainty, with no doubt that he had both the will and ability to see this through. The intensity showed in both his words and eyes.

The laws had been broken, his family had been hurt, and someone will pay. It had to be done properly, a play with Dahngrest’s politics of respect and honour or else Raven would have definitely taken it upon himself to see this through. for now though, all he needed to do was to find out who had ordered and participated.

Clean linen and alcohol wiped blood and dirt from Harry’s skin and wounds, a sting followed by cool relief as Raven continued to treat the other’s injuries without pause.

"Tell me what ya can. No one will hear a word of this until I give ya names."