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[cyansovereign]

@ex-mercenary​

Ah, so it spoke. Grimmjow wasn’t impressed. But what was this shit about ‘hunting grounds’? And if he has the time to make sense of it, will he care? There were more than enough souls to chow down on here, and he’s pretty sure his claim was staked first.

He could speak back, but...no, he’ll just let his tail flick back and forth. His spiritual pressure inches out slowly, bit by bit. He’ll stay, actually.

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Every time Casca looks at him, his tail thumps against the floor, only stopping when she looks back toward the black box with the tiny humans inside. When she looks at him again, Puck peers quickly at the wall--conveniently where his leash hangs--then back at her. Another thump. He gives her a whistle and a whine as he stretches out and rubs his muzzle against the floor. He may be a massive hound but he's never forgotten how to use the eyes of a puppy to get what he wants.

Nothing surpassed the comfort of lounging enclosed by the four walls of her home while the elements went to war. The rain of a picture-perfect early autumn day drummed against the windows, sharp wind whistling and joining in on its song, and it had Casca bound to the couch since noon. A situation tremendously downgraded by the absence of her mate, whose co-worker’s drinking habits left Guts no choice but to help out at the Mine instead of spending it tangled between the sheets with her. To make a point of her steadily increasing boredom, Casca folded a leg over the back of the sofa and caved to a hearty sigh. Only her fingers kept busy as they zapped through every existing channel, a frequent repeat of the same old procedure whilst hoping for a higher force to hear her plea and change the program. So much for ‘Netflix and Chill’. 

Little did she know that an angel with a personal mission was long assigned to her, trotting his way into her life on a total of four paws, and all four of them at least the size of her fists. With the occasional allowance for privacy whenever she went to the loo, Puck didn’t leave Casca’s side if it could be avoided. Today, Casca couldn’t help but feel sorry for him (and herself, too). His muzzle didn’t leave the cushion of his furry forelegs since she had first stolen a peek. But, Puck was a dog - and dogs found delight in the little blessings life offered. And because he was a large hound, too, bred for hunting prey in challenging climates, it didn’t take much for him to grow utterly fed up of sharing Casca’s attention with a bunch of box-trapped puppies when so much fun could be had outside. 

Ten minutes into ‘The wonderful world of puppies’ and he gave her that look. 

Granted, Casca didn’t initially see much of that look. All paired with persuasive, ‘please look at me because you didn’t pay attention to me in the last minute’-eyes, Puck kept his intentions well concealed - after all, it was part of his new game. The first time she separated from the on-screen pups, Puck still looked like he hadn’t moved an inch in the last hour. Thud, thud, thud. His tail drummed rhythmically, swished across dull carpet floor. Forth, back, up and down until his human mum went back to the show. Blissfully ignorant, just as he had hoped. For now. 

Five minutes later, and thanks to the irritation of feeling closely observed, Puck enjoyed Casca’s undivided gaze once more. She eyes him suspiciously, but his attempts to keep up the oblivious act were award-winning nonetheless. “Don’t act like you can’t see me”; her melodic cooing results in another excited tail-thumping. Dogs loved to play games, yes they did, but trying to feign control when hearing their favourite humans voice? Impossible! His delight was far too great.

Casca followed his gaze until it met - oh, what a surprise - the corridor with his leash dangling from a coat hanger. Seems like Puck and her had shared the very same idea of passing some time together, even if it still rained like mad. This dog didn’t care about the weather. Casca cared, but she was bored out of her own skin - enough to think about donning a rain coat and go for a quick run with Guts’ best buddy. When Puck whined very much in the manner of the television puppies, his persuasive eyes were but a final means to an already won point. Just in case Casca changed her mind. Not that anyone would, face to face with the deepest, brownest, most loyal pair of dog eyes they had ever seen. Only a very cruel and heartless, perhaps even sociopathic monster would reject the plead of a dog in need; a dog who loved this human just as much as he loved his master. And Casca was neither a monster, nor was she a sociopath. She loved this four-legged angel as much as she would love her closest family.

When she sat up, the hound jumped to his enormous paws too. His plan had worked, yes? It must have done so, because the next thing he saw was the leash in Casca’s hands! Lucky for his colour-blind eyes, he didn’t have to see the ridiculous pink of her coat; but, even if he did, his love was unconditional. Her fingers felt so nice in his coat. Casca loved the softness of it, despite its brittle look. Well, what time was there left to waste? 

Pink or not, rain or not, the two of em were going on an adventure. 

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@ex-mercenary

“-- you.”

She’s gotten older. A little taller, much thinner-- the baby fat didn’t stand much of a chance against the stress. Dressed in plain, albeit fine clothes, the kind a noblewoman might wear while hunting. She’s still got those big grey eyes, just as furious at the sight of him as the last time he saw her.

Heedless of her guard’s warning, Theresia pulls her knife from her belt and charges. He’s twice her size, but it doesn’t matter. The refugees around them in the crowded little camp cry out, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters, all that’s mattered in years, is the promise she made over her father’s mangled corpse.

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Today the world ended sooner than expected, and what new life lay ahead for one little boy remained uncertain and terrifying. It had started with reluctant journey to retrieve medicine his parents sorely needed. The boy worried over everything, even his own shadow at times. So, when his father had requested something of the boy, bigger than anything he had ever done, there was hesitation and doubt. He had never gone off of the farm, not even to follow his father into the nearest keep to sell off some of the arduous work that was placed into farming. 

Perhaps his life had be spared because he had left, but what now? Death might as well be more kind compared to this. Orphaned, alone and afraid. The mutilated bodies of his parents are fresh on his mind at the moment. His father, butchered in the field, his mother ravaged before her death. Their son? Tied up behind a bandit ridden horse to an uncertain fate.

Each step feels heavy and by now the cold, hard ground had left his small feet numb and tingly. It takes him quite a bit to remain upright because of the distance walked, the tug on his bound wrists remind him to keep up. Looking down at his wrists, it appears as though the skin had been rubbed raw and blistered, his chapped lips draw into a tight line as a whimper escaped him.  

The look of one of the bandits causes his breath to catch in his throat, his face to become pale as he is reminded of the hard kick to the side he had received earlier.  Oh no... oh god no. The group of bandits comes to a halt once they hear of a commotion at the rear.  “Hey! What’s going on back there!?” One of the members shouted, the reins of his horse is tightened to turn the beast of burden towards the back to investigate.

“Nothin’, just this kid whining again. Unf!” He struck the boy across the face, causing the child to topple over and curl up with his hands on the right side of his cheek. Because his hands are guarding his face, the boot of the bandit plants itself right in the boys gut, forcing most of the air out of him.  The bandit soon sneers in disgust. “Aw, shit. Kid’s gone and pissed himself!” Another kick. Again, and again.  By now it appears that the bandits have decided to settle for the night, ignoring the brutality of one man towards the little boy.

“Alright, knock it off. He’s no good to us if ya kill him.” A voice spoke, sounding much more superior to the abuser who spat upon the boy and stormed off huffing. “Dirty little...” Grumble grumble. The rope is untied from the horse and dropped onto the ground before the horse is lead off to the rest of its kind. Untacked and left to feed and drink. Nikolai is given a bit of relief for the time being, retching momentarily, shifty so that he is settled on his rear and holding his arms close to his stomach. He is hurting, keeping sobs as quiet as he can from the ears of the bandits.

A little bit passes by and Nikolai finds himself away from the warm glow of the campfire. The stake in the ground connected to the rope deters him from any hope of running off coupled with the beating he received earlier, his cheek now hot and bruised. He is curled up on the cold ground, shivering silently as tears well in his eyes.  His thoughts drown out the laughter of the bandits, who share tales of the women they bed and the future that lay ahead. 

Nikolai merely stares at the darkness of the woods, sniffling and carefully curling up a bit more as he hides his face in his hands. “Mama... papa...” He whimpered, pining for the loved ones he knows are gone.

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ex-mercenary replied to your post: ��

// I’m not the most familiar with the series Ozen is from but put it this way, your portrayal of her is makin me pretty damn curious to check it out lmao

((asjdakjfaskdj that’s such high praise I’m not worthy! ;;____;; Thanks so much for your kind words! Hearing this means a lot, especially today.

((I definitely recommend checking out the series. Gruesome tragedies aside, it has a beautiful world with a storytelling style I absolutely love. It has a bit of everything too in that it’s hard to pin down a specific genre, which just means there’s a great mix where everyone can find something they love.

((AND THE FEELS! THE FEEEELS! ;;////____////;;

((10000% would recommend <3))

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ex-mercenary replied to your post: lets see here: eye gouged out giant sword daddy...

this settles it. Guts must adopt

“As if I need another grown up to hold me back. You’re just gonna slow me down, old man.”

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ex-mercenary

  Just wanna say your art is amazing.

seconded!

IM GONNA KICK ALL YOUR BUTTS

[cyansovereign]

ex-mercenary What a blessing.

GET BACK HERE, YOU--

[bladeofthehawk-blog]

Thinks about how much she loves Guts. 

[roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers]

Shout-out to @ex-mercenary for giving me the best roleplaying experience I have ever had in my almost ten years of writing.

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@ex-mercenary

Being eyed for a reason she can guess is one thing, but this has been absolutely fucking ridiculous. She scowls and whips around to face him, features tight.

“Got a fucking problem, asshole? What, think I did shit to some of your buddies or some shit?”

[hatsugiku]

I have no idea how to explain this to people outside the RP community.

@draconicmatriarch​ | @ex-mercenary​: Here’s your adopted son who likes festivals and dressing like a princess >//w//<

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[unmovable-sovereign]

@ex-mercenary

“Ahh...were you here this whole time?” Ozen looked toward a shoulder, a wide, crescent grin stretched taut over blood-soaked cheeks. In her hand was a severed arm, one that had once belonged to the twitching fiend by her feet. She cast it a glance, and stomped its head to a splatter. Tossed the arm behind her, she turned, and peered at the newcomer with a slow tilt of head.

“They were not your friends, were they? Forgive me - they reminded me of beasts of the Abyss, and when they attacked, I got excited...”

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@ex-mercenary

She resists the urge to squint at the... large man. Riel doesn’t spare a thought to who he might be; instead she wonders how someone could wield such a huge chunk of metal without any apparent stress.

“You... needing something, sir? Looking for something?”

[cyansovereign]

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Incoming asskicking for one (1) Tristian

[draconicmatriarch]

Guts: I am going to call you monster lady because I have no respect for your kind.

*later*

Guts: I am going to call you monster lady because it makes you mad...not because I like you or anything.

*even later*

Guts: I am a monster fucker.