taguelbunnyboy

[taguelbunnyboy]

[ TEA ] - Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Some students, having anticipated a small selection, bought their own tea. Socializing and standing around is all fine and good but to be honest, Panette is itching to be a bit more useful. Sure, the mood is getting better, her mood is getting better, and the party is still alive, but it’s not like there ain’t any issues.

She personally can’t help but feel a bit cold, for one. Maybe she’s just used to the Solmic deserts, but something to warm her up more would be well appreciated. And there’s bound to be someone else who feels the same.

That is how she found herself holding two cups of tea. One for her, and one for another. Just need to figure out who that another is.

Eventually, walking around, she found someone who might appreciate a warming drink. A man whose outfit seems to be a combination of clothing and swimming wear. Honestly, it’d be quite a genius idea, if not for the downpour outside.

Moving towards him and looking closer, she’s momentarily surprised by what seems like massive, floppy ears, almost reminding her of a bunny. That’s pretty neat! Briefly she ponders if she would have been more shocked at this if she wasn’t acquainted with three fell dragons and one divine dragon. She also considers it a blessing for this man’s sanity that she’s the Boss’ retainer attending the party, lest he be accosted by questions about life as a rare critter. She can’t help but smile fondly at the thought, before shaking her head and getting back into focus. She finishes the trek over to the not-bunny man and offers him a cup of tea, still on its plate, sharing it with her anchor charm.

“Greetings! I had noticed you whilst wandering this estate and could not help but worry as to whether or not you were feeling cold. I most certainly am myself. I figured a nice, warming cup of tea could help the both of us with that. It is Sweet-Apple Blend; I am not the fondest of how bitter some tea can be, so I brewed what sounded to be the sweetest one. I hope it is to your liking! And, additionally, a charm is included in case you would want to continue the trading game.” She gives a polite smile.

"Y-yeah! Sure!"

Yarne was losing it.

Where was Forde?

Did he make it unharmed?

He was planning on having a night with him when the storm came in and he didn't see Forde get into cover where was he where where where where where-

"Let me..."

But tonight was not a night he could risk losing. This wasn't the monastery, where he could run and hide when things went as they were now - oh so wrong.

This was a place of a noble, and very, very far from either of his homes.

He may as well be doomed if he lost his head. So, he tried to play along with the normal behavior he had.

As if his truest of confidantes wasn't blown away from whatever he knew.

Wouldn't be the first time Naga ripped away the few Yarne felt safe with.

"Here."

Shaky hands pull the pin off of his ear, placing it in the orange-haired woman's hands.

"Sorry, just... kinda unprepared for how tonight went..."

He knew that this would happen.

Why does this always happen.

"And thanks for the..."

He takes a small sip of the tea, sighing quietly as he does. It's good.

Not good enough to calm the storm outside, or inside himself...

But still good.

"Tea. I like it."

[taguelbunnyboy]

Yarne's fur is tucked back into his outfit - a mix of taguel wear and swimwear.

This was an opportunity Yarne had never had before.

His ball experience before was far more... traditional.

The sand is light on his paws, the Turtle charm pinned to his ear gleaming by the torchlight.

And while Yarne didn't have much experience... he was hear to make it enjoyable.

For him and for his friends.

Tracker:

Yarne has Turtle:

Seashell -

Starfish -

Anchor -

Turtle -

Pearl -

[taguelbunnyboy]

kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss

[taguelbunnyboy]

"..."

She speaks of impossibilities, events that never occurred, events no one would ever let occur.

She says his name like it belongs on her lips.

But it doesn't.

"Quit it. Now."

His hand clenches at his side as he tries to stay calm, in his place, in anything close to a proper state.

But the time of that has long passed.

He came down here knowing he wasn't good in the head, to try and clear it.

And he lost that window.

"Quit... acting like you witnessed stories that never happened."

The Shepherds were tight-knit. They had to be. They only survived with one another's aid - and Yarne knew his place. Rescue. Secure those who were harmed, and return them to the healers. He could fight, but his speed when transformed was his role. That, and protection, cocoons of stone when ambushes draw any sleep hours away, holding against the horde as his allies restored themselves.

"Stop acting like you're one of them. I know my family."

There isn't room to transform without ruining everything.

Without cutting off worship for all who live down here, shorn of worship of Fodlan's goddess.

This was a place for all.

And this imposter sought to... ruin it.

"This isn't a shrine to Naga. It's a shrine to all who aren't the goddess worshipped in the cathedral."

He glares down, fingers hovering centimeters over the center of his beaststone. One press, one little bit of pressure... and he could lay this imposter to rest.

Secure Morgan's legacy, bereft of the fraudulent menace ahead.

But... he hesitates. Some distant, unplaceable part of him tells him to hold. Just for a bit.

He doesn't know why he does.

But he does.

"Explain... yourself. All of this."

His height was a tool for survival - let him keep vigil when trees blocked the fliers, or when they were incapacitated.

She wasn't a Risen.

But the size difference could intimidate all the same.

"And... why..."

He breathes in slowly, running his hand along the scar beneath his uniform, wincing. He took it recovering everyone following an assault no one was prepared for.

And... whoever this was wasn't one of the ones he carried on his back as he stumbled through the river, blood matting his transformed fur.

"Why you thought I wouldn't recall a Shepherd with your voice. Because I don't."

Pour le Monde, Pas Por la Guerre

[taguelbunnyboy]

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[taguelbunnyboy]

"O-off me!"

They don't know him.

They can't know him.

He forgets names, forgets faces.

Forgets the look of the father who betrayed him, left him hollow and alone.

But Yarne never, never forgets a voice.

And this wasn't a voice he knew.

He pushes whoever clings to him off, scurrying away, hands clinging his beaststone, red eyes, bloodshot from tears, glaring down at...

The person dressed in his tactician's garb.

But it wasn't Morgan.

Not his Morgan.

The voice was different, the actions were different.

This wasn't his.

This could never be his.

"Don't call me that. Don't."

The walls are closing in, close, closer, yet closer. His breaths grow ragged, cutting deeply into him as he tries to stand his ground.

This had happened before.

Ambushes when he was emotionally compromised.

When he was grieving fallen allies, preparing the next mass grave.

Witnessing an ally rotten inside out from an infection that Brady couldn't fix, or any of his herbal fixes.

He had fought when he wasn't supposed to be able to.

He would have to again, it seemed.

"Don't get close. Don't you... don't you dare."

He tries to work his way to the entrance of the room, clinging to the wall as he does.

This was not Morgan.

Was it a body double, trying to put what little scraps of his Shepherds made it overseas to work their way into his good graces? He doubted someone who could copy someone else's look existed in Fodlan, but... he couldn't be too sure.

Not when she made his fur stand on end like this.

Pour le Monde, Pas Por la Guerre

[taguelbunnyboy]

It is never a good sign when Yarne finds himsel praying.

Not that he didn't properly believe in Naga, mind. She was the reason he was allowed back into the past, the reason an apocalypse was survived, if only barely.

But every night he spent clutching at himself on the field, away from everyone he cared for, or deep underground, in a shrine meant for all, wasting away...

They were never good nights.

And this one began similarly, with paws racing down to meet dark stones, torch in hand, each cavernous path ahead an unknown, one he didn't understand, and didn't trust.

Whatever, whoever lived down here, apart from a select few he knew (well. Libra, mostly) did not matter in this moment.

All that did was another fervent night of... whatever could be called worship, to him.

"...Hey, Naga..."

Eventually, he makes his way to the shrine, tucked away in a lightless corner below the monastery.

He had been a couple occasions - thank everything there was a place for it, without being a 'heretic' in the church's eyes.

But... the murk and grime that still remained only added to his wallowing.

"I... you know why I'm here tonight. I won't even try to act like it's ok."

He brings himself down, pulling his knees tight. He doesn't care that his uniform is speckled with the filth. It's what he deserves.

"Just... more of the same."

"Just... let the taguel survive, once, please."

With... or without him in his current state.

Or at all.

"Just... let us have a chance. Any chance. Please."

And then, as he curls up tight, trying not to cry more than he needs to... he feels someone's gaze on him.

He can't see them. Let them see him.

It's not like they can view the taguel any worse, anyways.

@displaced-tactician

Pour le Monde, Pas Por la Guerre

[taguelbunnyboy]

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[taguelbunnyboy]

"I hope my words will reach her down here."

He softly sighs, going down onto his knees, uniform pants beginning to get coated, but he doesn't care.

"I was using the night sky to try and make sure they would reach her. You can stay, I don't mind. I'm... usually pretty quiet when praying, anyhow."

It muffles the tears.

"And I could use some familiar religious company. All of my new friends here are from so distant lands, most of them don't even have a uniform figure of worship, and if they did... it would probably be the one being showed off by the church here, right?"

A nervous chuckle leaves him as he assumes his knelt pose, hands clasped in his lap, head bowed low, red eyes shut tight. He had never known if this was the proper one to take, but... no one in the future ever corrected him, so it stuck.

"..."

It was almost routine at this point to get the first part of it out of the way.

"Hey... Naga. I... know you probably aren't listening, or if you are, you have someone else closer to home to answer the prayers of..."

This song and dance was one Yarne had sung and danced far too often.

It was the place he ended up on his darkest nights - far too frequent a place, at times.

Which... was part of why he was down here.

"But... could you please, just... please... take the burdens off me and Mother's shoulders. I..."

He sucks in a breath, trying his damnedest not to quiver, to fall and curl up and cry, like he had so many times.

This was a place of establishment religion, even if it wasn't as pristine as aboveground.

Not some training field where no one would be disrupted.

Where no one would be missing him.

"Make... someone else taguel, at least. I don't care who anymore. Someone. Just one. Just one. Just... please. Make the pain stop. Make it stop."

Tears are torn from his eyes, landing on his conjoined hands as he tries to hold himself together, just for a little bit longer.

"I... I've tried to seek out a way to handle it, I've tried it all. I just..."

He sighs, pushing his head down onto his hands.

"Is... is extinction all I have in my species future, even after all of this?" @in--nagas--name

Will Your Angels Hold Us 'Till We See The Light?

Contd from here.

[taguelbunnyboy]

"I... wouldn't say 'no matter the cost'..."

He rubs his neck, looking down and away.

"I live with a... pretty large group of friends. We split rent on an old place, out on the fringes of Ylisstol. It saves rent, since most of us came from..."

Rough home situations.

"Not the best paths. Plus, some of us can't work, for one reason or another. I'm one of the ones who consistently can, even if the pay isn't the best, so... my budget is usually on the more enclosed side. Sorry if that means I can't exactly splurge on it..."

...Why did he feel so bad in letting her down in that way, even if it was probably so minor?

"Oh, and as for my work, I'm just helping do carts at the nearby Walmarth in the evenings after classes some days. Thankfully, today's one of the days off, at any rate."

He smiles, gaze returning to Serra as she got so into it.

She almost reminded him of one of the people he was living with.

In a good way.

"Yeah, don't think apples come in any more colors, anyhow..."

"Orange, I guess? I remember reading something about a species of apple that is orange... not that I'd call you orange, definitely not your color scheme right now..."

She was definitely moreso pink.

In... more than one way.

Was she blushing?

"A-and not to say you couldn't pull it off either, mind! I think you could probably rock something orange."

And this, Yarne, is why most of your only friends are the people you grew up with and used together to escape shitty lives.

Minutes to Midnight

Modern AU

[taguelbunnyboy]

∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger .

Yarne barrels through the fray, blood's acrid twinge splayed over the dead grass.

There had to be an ambush now of all times...

Yarne's eyes bolt from person to person. He can see them all trying, trying their absolute best to push them back, Risen shambling after the group.

There.

A fallen form. Yarne can't see who.

Still, he dashes through to them, weaving through blows and skewering blows alike.

"Let's get you up-"

Yarne's nose nuzzles into the fallen form, pulling them onto his back.

He couldn't tell if they were dead or not.

Brady would have the last say if they were savable or not.

But then, lightning flashes as a Risen shambles to him, fist raised high, Yarne frozen in place, and just before it slams down onto him-

"Out of the way!"

"!"

Yarne falls to his side with horror in his gaze as Inigo throws his arms wide, taking the blow that would've certainly brought Yarne down, plus his passenger, if they were even still alive.

"N..."

And... Inigo falls to the ground in a crumpled slump.

"No.... nonono..."

Yarne pulls him onto his back, warbled voice strained as he bolts back to behind the ally lines.

"We've got two injured, badly! Someone get Brady!"

Yarne couldn't even tell who this was first on his back. It likely was one of the few survivors who wasn't prepped for combat - a chef, a weaponsmith, something like that. Those would... hurt to lose, but they would find a way. They could ration their stuff better, they could skip more meals...

They couldn't lose Inigo.

He couldn't lose Inigo.

[taguelbunnyboy]

∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night .

(Modern AU!)

Yarne hadn't expected much when the group first set the establishment up.

Sure, it made things a lot easier.

Rent was so much less of a nightmare than Mother always talked about, and there was never worries about someone being home to make sure Taguel was fed.

But even then... there was times that came at a change.

Tonight was one of those nights.

"GAH!"

Yarne freezes like an animal stumbling onto the highway, full head of lettuce in hand as the lights go on, red eyes instantly darting to blue hair, adjusting to the light as he gives a timid smile, long hair unkempt, pajamas clinging to his figure as tries to patch together something resembling presentable in his current state.

"Oh! Heya, Lucina. Couldn't sleep, either? Had another nightmare myself..."

Yarne had had... long nights. Far too many. Sleep was elusive for him, which usually meant roaming home while Mother slept.

But now, with everyone else around, it checked out that someone would eventually overlap his path.

At least it usually meant a nightmare was a conquerable issue, and not as it was back with just Mother and Taguel.

"Was just getting myself a snack before I headed back to my area. Want me to make you anything?"

Yarne mostly snacked, sure, most of his meals were extremely light, but that also came from some internalized rationing, and... well, sharing most of his favorite treats with his rabbit.

But he was pretty sure he could make something Lucina would like.

Probably.

[taguelbunnyboy]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[taguelbunnyboy]

Yarne knows traditions differ between cultures.

That's never been a mystery to him.

What little he can recall from what little his mother could recall painted taguel and manspawn culture around things such as family, nature, and the needs of the many compared to the few as very different structures.

And then, his time at Garreg Mach had taught him that manspawn culture varies even more than he had expected prior.

This, though...

This, though...

"What."

His hand instantly reaches for his beaststone as the festivities hit their fever pitch, eyes wide as chaos unfolds around him.

His first thought is its an ambush. That there was someone who wanted the two separated. Permanently.

But then, he recalls what he was told about their practices with weddings, and...

This hurts.

This hurts so much.

Marriage doesn't need to be everything and a bundle of carrots.

To him, marriage is just a proof of connection, that close to nothing could separate them.

Which, in a way, makes this make sense.

But that isn't something that needs to be tested!

"..."

He can see his classmates chuckling as they try to take one of the partners away from the area, and he can feel his face twitch.

But... he can't move, despite his legs begging him to rescue, his beaststone urging in his mind to become the one-rabbit army needed to bring them together.

He could probably secure it in a heartbeat.

But...

But was he right to? This was another culture, and Yarne was already poor enough at social cues.

He could end up ruining everything.

He...

He can feel the gaze of one of the members of their motley group burning into him. He knows he needs to act.

So why can't he?

@contempenitent

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding

[taguelbunnyboy]

"Hey, I've been thinking, Yarne. Don't you think that..." Cynthia sighs. "It seems today, that all we see, is violence in movies?"

"Sex on TV, too."

He sighs, running a hand along his side.

"I wish I knew where all those old-fashioned values went. They were good. I relied on them, somewhat."

He's lucky he has Forde.

[taguelbunnyboy]

Hey Yarne, remember that time I fell in the fish pond?

"Yes, I do Forde."

Yarne sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, rolling his eyes.

"You don't have to do every sentence with that - it isn't like I'd forget something important."

"Like you did when I had to finish your art piece when you went drinking at the Drunken Monastery and suddenly wanted to be a… what was it this time? Right! A surgeon. You napped during your first job."

[taguelbunnyboy]

"NO HARM?!"

His eyes narrow, pawing at the ground as he circles.

In what world is a dragon that looks like that altruistic? He knew not all dragons were inherently bad. Tiki, Nowi, Nah, Naga, but...

Those black scales spoke for themselves.

And they spoke of armageddon.

"You look like a snap of your claws would darken the skies with blood."

He stares onward, up the giant dragon, and makes eye contact, narrow red eyes glistening with tears left unshed, as he tries to will his body to stop quivering. To seem strong, to scare away the threat.

"You... smell of death. Of a death I've had to witness an entire timeline die to."

He continues to spiral around Dheginsea, as his own mentality spirals deeper, deeper, deeper.

"I've lost too many. I don't know if any of my new allies are lost either."

He defiantly glares up at the black-covered reptile. He knows he's being hasty on judgment. He knows he's holding a bias.

"So give me ONE REASON why I shouldn't assume you're here to kill? To render my kind extinct, once and for all? To finish what the Fell Dragon started on my home?"

Breaths rapidly flow from his nose, eyes focused, or at least, attempting to, as he tries to make himself bigger than he feels.

To be strong.

To survive.

This is How I Dissapear