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"Sister?" The divine beast arrival hadn't been that long ago, she wasn't expecting to see her sister among the citizens of the town below. Ratatoskr had mixed feelings brewing inside her. On one hand she was happy to see Hraesvelgr! She wanted to jump into her sister's arms and never let go again. Apologize profusely about her traitor-ish ways and cry about it but on the other hand, she worries that this too, is just her following their father's orders... had her absences cause the death of--!? No she... she shouldnt think that.

"Its you isnt it? I am.. I am so happy to see you--!" Trying her best to keep a straight face, as if she didnt want to run to her like a child.

Ratatoskr. 

Her dear sister, with that watery look in her wide eyes, staring her down like she was a ghost. Divine turns to divine, family turns to family, and the eagle’s stony face, slowly, cracks into a smile. 

“Ratatoskr,” she greets, her voice softening from its normal even tone. Her hands extend to take her sister’s, gently flicking the knives at her fingertips back, so they would not cut her delicate skin. Her sister, her sister. “I’m glad to see you unharmed.” How long had she been away, by now? How many weeks had she spent tending to nothing of importance, hunting for a man she was sure by now wasn’t even on this plane? But she pushes all that aside, because her sister is standing before her, and she is safe. “Did Father send you to find me? Or did you simply follow...?” I’m sorry I couldn’t complete my mission. I’m sorry I don’t understand why I was sent here. “I’ve been working as a doctor in the town, below the school, while I waited for a root to shift back this way,” she says, as if that explains all the time she’s been missing. 

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[ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver.

Clinically, Poe slides a finger along a gash that runs the length of her forearm, testing the severity of the wound. Livable, she concludes. Unfortunate, but livable.

Still, not a lick of regret in her mind.

"How reprehensible that they would endanger an innocent," she comments, and to her, as far as she knows this is true. She has only seen the woman around the academy a scant few times, assisting with dire medical needs. "I suppose people of all kinds make their way around these parts."

Hraesvelgr pulls her small bag of medical supplies closer to her side, holding out hands to take her arm.

"I thank you," she says, in that soft, low voice. "Though, I can defend myself next time someone decides to attack." She gently begins to wrap gauze loosely around the wound, delicate fingers stretching the fabric to catch the bleeding. "I don't imagine this will take too long to heal. You are lucky." Her eyes flick up towards the other. "My name is Hraesvelgr," she says, finally. "Are you one of the knights here?"

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

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Hraesvelgr joins the battle!

Welcome to my darling! I've been without a bird muse for so long that my name doesn't hold much weight anymore, so I'm happy to be gifted a new one from FEH. A few quick portrayal notes:

Hraesvelgr is, of course, from the latest book of the Heroes story. As such, she will be updated as time goes on, and as we get more information. I'm hoping regardless of what happens, her angle remains similar enough.

Her blog and portrayal will, therefore, contain spoilers for the FEH story. These will be tagged accordingly.

Hraesvelgr is a town resident, so she has been spending the last few ic months hovering around the academy, acting as a surgeon. This means your muse might recognize her, but more in the way they'd recognize a particular monastery guard than one of their fellow knights. She's recently been invited to join the knights properly, but hasn't accepted yet.

A large part of Hraesvelgr's demeanor is based around her fear of completing her mission, and having to end her own life. If this is not something you want to hear about, for any reason, I'm happy to not mention it in any thread of ours. Just let me know!

I'll be throwing up a plotting call later today. Excited to write her!

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oh hello lord roy, summoned hero of OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW STOP FUCKING HITTING ME OW OW OW OW OW OW

{game set!}

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testing

healing hands at a sleepover: omg let's cause a war between askr and embla it'll be so fun

askr: who keeps attacking us

embla: not us???

rat: mmmmmm idk guys

healing hands:

shut up rat

go feed them false info

1

(why are numbers big lmao?)

rat:

healing hands: btw if we win we have to die

rat: