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マギ鳥まとめ【フリーアイコン】 | なぎ@曼荼羅 [pixiv]

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HEY GUYS IM STILL ACTIVE IVE JUST HAD TO FOCUS ON SCHOOL. AFTER THIS CON ILL BE ACTIVE AGAIN. I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE

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Morgiana * 3 * su We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/92319435

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    She knew crying as a slave was a sin. It was something that got you severely punished, but as a small child she couldnt help it your instinct was too cry out in pain, to cry out for your loved ones despite knowing the hopelessness it was what being a child was all about, but then again as property you were nothing. The warmth from the other fanalis's body comforted her to know end, but only made the choked sobs worse at how horrible life could truly be. The world was so beautiful yet so cruel. His husky whispers caused red hues to pry open peering up at the females mentor. 

" Its so sad mr. masrur.. you dont deserve that, to have so much weight pushed on you at a young age.. its... "

                                                                                 The young fanalis couldnt even finish her face burying further into the crook of his neck. though she had experienced something similar seeing someone she truly cared for in pain was unbearable. However the harsh shove made all feelings go void. The pounding of her heart soon turned painful, it was unbearable.

                                   The red head lost her footing falling to the floor her sobs wrecking her body as shoulders rose and fell painfully. What had she done. Shake hands moved forward to reach out before his tone caused a quick pullback, hands clawing into the fabric over ones heart.

" you are.. what you id back then doesnt define you. It was kill or be killed. you chose life and choosing life isnt wrong mr. masrur. I knew someone who was just like you. he gave up his life because he thought he was the worst person in the world, but i know.. i know more then anyone he wasnt. Im the only one who can honestly say your not a monster, so... so dont be like that.......please. "

A hushed tone stopped the sentence her eyes unable to look at the male. Despite his acceptence of her help, she couldnt move, she lost all strength and filled her very being with those words.

Masrur-general RP: The things you cant see speak the loudest

Masrur had not cried. He had cried so much as a small child that he became indifferent to his pain and through the need to survive he learned to not cry. Crying would get you whipped. Even through the pain of reliving all of it and telling Morgiana, who he cares so much about, he didn’t cry.

That’s why he was shocked why Morgiana cried…and she cried so hard. Why? She had not gone through the same things he had. He didn’t understand it, but when Sinbad did it, he said it was because he cared about him so he feels pain and sadness, when Masrur does. Masrur had learned the same skill with them, but he only knew Morgiana for a short time. He still wasn’t sure what their relationship was.

He pulls Morgiana into his arms and holds her as she cries on his clothes. “I trust you won’t talk…shhh…Morgiana…why are you crying? Do…are you sad for me?” He was hoping she would say yes because he really cared for her more than he even realizes. However, his face becomes serious and he pushes her away and looks her in the face, “Don’t call me brave. I’m not a hero or a good person. Morgiana I have killed hundreds of innocent people, and I still do not care or feel anything, when I kill. Nothing. So don’t see me for something I’m not. I’m a killer…if you still don’t hate me, then you can now clean my wounds, if not…I won’t hate or care for you any less after you hate me.”  

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Masrur

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Hey guys. i want you all to know i havent forgotten about you. School just started back for me and its the final 5 weeks so i got to focus. Most of my replies will be done on the weekends, but if you ever hit me up in my ask my characters will reply pretty fast and if youd like my skype or kik so we can talk id love that. thanks everyone for understanding and im sorry

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ And here it is! Although I am not the best at doing edits I managed to makes something from the little skills I have.

This Follow Forever done to celebrate reaching 400 followers and also it is a thanks to all of you for being such great people. You guys make me laugh when I’m stressed out and wanting to just take a break from the real world. It’s nice to have you all around to have a laugh once in a while and be a dumb alongside you all. It’s almost been a year since I’ve had this blog (not quite sure if a year or two? I think I lost count, haha) but however much time, I have met some great people through this blog, people I wouldn’t have met in a life time and it makes me happy to call some of you my friends. I love you all.

Most of you I see on my dash on a daily basis and enjoy your posts and rps, or we even rp. All of you are listed bellow!

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Put "Morning, Sleeping Beauty" in my askbox for my character's reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no recollection of the night prior.

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    Though she ran from her own past on a constant basis she feared that the generals would be far worse. though the world was not a competition of despair she just couldnt help thinking about it. How he grew up , how he lived the young fanalis wanted to learn more about him the good and the bad inorder to show him someone did care. his hug had startled her for a moment before small hands touched his back as gingerly as possible , hoping for no further damage to be done. The parting filled the air with a certain loneliness something that was rather distasteful, but not so much so that any protest would be held up. everything was tuned into the general all emotions all thoughts all life was doing what it could to protect him.

         It was evident that fear was on his features eating at him slowly and it concerned her.  Without any signs of hesitation cool hands enclosed his in a shield assuring him that no matter where his memories may go she'd be right there. each word that left the males lips stung her worse and worse. She felt like that all rights to complain had left. Under her masters rule she had beaten and nearly killed but the blood of one death over another never touched her hands. She was used for horrible things at times. things that haunted her to this day, but ones life the feeling of something visibly slipping through your fingers had to be the most excruciating feeling a human could experience...

                 So she was right. those small things were back from his slave days. Stoic gazes melted in those of sadness. the fanalis's petite form reached forward enveloping him into the best hug she could muster tears spilling from red hues and soft hiccups wringing out. It was just too terrible for words. his emotions mixed with her own creating a mess she couldnt control. the utter hopelessness of being a fanalis was too painful..

                                     " I-i promise i wont tell anyone mr.masrur."

           Soft hiccups rang out as she held him closer not wanting to let the general go. Cheeks flushed and red locks sloppily stuck to her face as she did her best to pull herself together. Fingers laced into his cloth showing that someone was going to be here he wasnt alone.

" Your so brave mr. masrur.Your amazing"

                                                   " To go through all that and to still be so kind and loving...."

Masrur-general RP: The things you cant see speak the loudest

This was why they had a special connection. No one else could have related such a story to calm the other. No one but a slave could understand what it was like to be taken away from family. They had a special bond that made them closer than any other. The bond of their past lives as slaves. Masrur’s fears of rejection was subdued by her story. They were so similar that she should not be…too horrified or disgusted with his past. He nods and squeezes her tight in a hug for a second. “Thank you…yes. I can continue.” He lets her go and sighs, taking a deep breath.

“We differ in the auction category. I was…not sold at a public auction. I was taken directly to the Riem Colosseum. The traders’ specialized in capturing strong men for the arena. I was sold to my master…” Masrur’s eyes become clouded with an emotion the Fanalis had never shown so strongly about anything: fear. “…He was some authority in the blackmarkets and ran his business from inside the Colosseum. I was immediately trained for a year and then I was put into the arena at four for my first fight….” By now he was lost, looking at a past that will never go away. He didn’t see Morgiana anymore, but the walls of the Colosseum and the roaring of the crowd, calling for blood and death from a four year old.

  “I was given my current large sword, with ball chains on my feet, I walked into the arena. My opponent was a twelve year old slave…who was just like me except he was not a fanalis………I remember the fear of first seeing the crowd. I wanted to run, but there was no where to run to. The slave attacked me and I fought back. It was a hard fight for a four year old and I broke many bones…but I defeated him.” His eyes become sad and full of regret and self hatred. “I learned my most valuable lesson that day. In the arena, in a battle, in life, there are no winners and losers, but to kill or be killed. The crowd screamed for the other’s death and after my hesitation, my master started flogging me…out in the stage. The crowd cheered louder…I gave in. I stabbed the other through the heart, ending the terrified and innocent slave’s life. I’ll never forget him…my first kill. From then on I stayed under the Colosseum, where all the slaves are kept. They were cage like cells with nothing in them but a bench and chains on ceiling, floor and walls, for punishment. I trained everyday with other slaves, trainers, and my master. My master was the most sadistic out of the others and whipped me constantly…almost daily. Something inside me broke…and has still not been fixed. It never will. I was conditioned to believe that I was lower than an animal. I was born to be owned and to serve. I was worthless…I…I…I…I still have remnants of that mentality today…despite how much everyone has tried…and I have improved…I still cannot escape that mindset…I remember the rules everyday. ‘Do not talk unless spoken to, never let any emotion show, always keep your head bowed, always have your hands clasped behind your back, always stand away from others in the room, obey every order no matter what without question, and do not resist punishment.’ It’s been engraved into my soul. I become hollow inside. I didn’t care about anything. I only wished for death. I hade no hope for what hope was their for an animal with an abusive master, who refused to sell him? I…I have no much innocent blood on my hands…I can’t count how many slaves, competitors, or exotic animals I had killed in that arena…some deserved it as criminals, but the rest…I lived next to slave’s who I had to kill later one. We all lived and trained together knowing we would be forced to kill each other later. Soon I felt nothing about killing. I didn’t enjoy it, nor did I hate it. I simply didn’t care. It was a fact of life. I still, today, feel nothing when I kill an enemy or animal…nothing…It remained like that until I was around fifteen, when Sinbad went to Riem to train with the magoi manipulation tribe. Because of fate he was my opponent…I never lost to anyone…until him. I lost, I should have died, I expected to die, I wanted to die, but he didn’t kill me, even with the crowd screaming at him to, he didn’t. It was the first time I saw such an extreme look of disgust and hate on anyones face about it all. He hated it. He stole me that day. I was confused and wounded. All I knew was I had lost so he had the right to own me and I’d take anymaster to get out of there…Even after Sinbad told me I was free, I didn’t understand. I couldn’t live without a master because I didn’t know what any other life was like. So, I…I stayed by his side, secretly believing he was my master and I was his slave…It took a couple years for me to fully understand that I was free. When I did, I asked for Sinbad’s financial help to go home…I traveled to our homeland, finding not one Fanalis left. I had no where to go. I broke down. What was my life? To be owned then freed to be alone again? I needed a purpose…I needed someone to serve. I realized I cared deeply for Sinbad, Ja’far, the others and Sindira. I went back and pledged my allegece to Sinbad and in turn Sindria. This…haven of no slavery and kindess, became my home, the generals my family, Sinbad my brother…however…and you cannot tell anyone this, Morgiana…no one must know…because I still am conditioned and have similar mindset of a slave…even after being free for so long…I don’t feel free. I don’t want to bed free as long as Sinbad is my master. He gave me a life, so shouldn’t he own it? Sindbad is my king, but…secretly…extremely secretly…I see him as my master. Only Sinbad and Ja’far know all of what I have told you and it is classified information. Morgiana if you told anyone, Aladdin or Alibaba or Hakryuu, Sindria will prosecute you and jailed. It is illegal to know personal records of generals because…we all have dark secrets. I am serious, you cannot tell anyone, ever.” He finishes out of breath. He hardly ever talked so much and his throat hurt. He just sits breathing with his eyes closed, afraid of her response to knowing all the innocent people he had killed. He couldn’t deny it. He was a murderer, a monster, and he knew it.

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