hyrded
/ jinx.
hyrded
&&. absolutely not, we shall plot tonight if i dont fall asleep now and wake up later. but i’ll always meet your hope in the middle so its not stranded in an island or something. :D
noble-rogue
flaneurose
why're you starin' ? by the gods , did i forget to oil my horns / again / ?
flaneurose
* ╱╱ hello hi i joined dnd / bg3 rp ,, im vv excited
hntingrxunds
" you know there is a bounty on your head and that— I'm literally a bounty hunter , the hell you doing here ? "
** dropping for free RAAAH
hntingrxunds
@noble-rogue He just nods at their comment. a sight leaves his lips as he puts the food away " A monster if you wanna call it like that — the country is full of them you just don't have the terrible luck of running into them " he explained , moving his hands here and there. His eyes slowly changed , looking like normal eyes, and his skin took a warmer tone , one of the tieflings many skills was to alter their physical appearance temporaly , of course it doesn't change much when you have a tail and horns. His horns were not big , black with a white ashy tone at the end and with what looks like a gold decoration on them. Something that might catch the eyes is the way he didn't have a tail either , something most tieflings ( if not all ) have. He finally takes off his gloves and let's them fall next to the rest of his stuff. " that's what I do — I hunt monsters ... people find it weird when you are a monster yourself — " he continued , looking up from his hands to the person he invited , the sound of the fire relaxes him. It's not a great idea because it can attract all kind of creatures in the wild and he knows it better than everyone but sometimes he can't help but give up to the comfort of the fire on the lonely nights of the hunt , it has its own charm to be away from the city doing what he is best at , even if he shares the camp with a stranger who could be considered the stupidest of the moves someone can make , share dinner with a wanted criminal but today that was not his prey , maybe next week he will meet them again and the circumstances change and he will try to take the bounty but sometimes for one night he enjoys the warm of company that doesn't reject him for being this cold hunter with tiefling features. " if it helps you relax , I also have a bounty on me — different reasons , not official either ... it sucks "
noble-rogue
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@hntingrxunds ... it took a few more moments before they took their own seat, eyes falling closed momentarily at the crackling fire. of course they had made their own camps while on the run, but after their last encounter —– they really didn 't want to risk anyone closing in on them. it had been a while since they rested last, or so their muscles seemingly told them.. they had honestly lost track nowadays. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀their eyes open again at his voice, following where he pointed and perhaps for a split secone their expression could have softened before the wall was back up. a sharp huff of air, but they had mumbled out a small thanks for the offering when they had taken some of the supplies he had.⠀ blue tresses rest on their shoulder, fingers idly pulling at the strands from their long plaits. perhaps one would call it a nervous habit, though they 'd never outright admit it. they just... were never truly good at this whole " socialising " stuff . it wasn 't something you did when you grew up the way they did —– or when you tried to keep contact minimal with everyone in case you were betrayed again. if not many people saw you for anything other than the money... what was the point .ᐣ ⠀⠀⠀⠀their thoughts are broken by their own voice, still skeptical of the tefling, at the least,⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ a beast, huh .ᐣ haven 't heard anything about such a thing 'round 'ere... ❞
hntingrxunds
@noble-rogue Syg keeps silence , he sees them approach the camp , and simply turns around and walls to the fireplace , sitting down next to it and picking up on the food he was eating before. As he ate , he pointed with his finger to a little bag with some of his supplies " Eat something if you have to ... " he offers , finishing his own food and taking off the sword with its sheath and putting it on the ground next to him. He lets go of the cape that hugs around his neck and covers his shoulder . His clothes are a bunch of pieces of armor with leather , straps, and some metal. Leather gloves with gold details and what seems like spike nuckles made of some kind of iron. " I'm here on my own , yeah , my profession is not exactly for everyone and let alone partners ... I have a contract on a beast that terrorizes some locals ... good money, and you stop people from dying painful deaths "
hntingrxunds
** it's been done
zaunbats
** RAAAAH DND RP IS ALIVE?? This is gorgeous
noble-rogue
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀╱ hi arcane fandom, since 've seen a lot of moots talking about it on this acc...
i offer @loosecannonisms ﹠﹠ @zaunsalchemist to the arcanerpc ...
noble-rogue
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀╱ 'll delete this later but 've seen so many people talk about arcane while lurking... so hi, welcome my contributions /lh
cpidsolder
blood stains pale hands as crimson red eyes stare down at the blood that stains her hands. she was.. a monster. she had killed so many innocent people. had eaten so many people. so why was the blood so disgusting to see on her hands? why did it make her feel so awful?
she wasn’t sure. she was nothing more than some monster; nothing more than a horrible killer that couldn’t do anything other than be some killing machine to some army that definitely didn’t care if she lived or died.
she was a traitor. she had fallen in love with a king of the enemy kingdom; the rejection she had gotten was seemingly one of the main reasons the war had even started. was haruki really that pathetic?
the answer was yes. she absolutely was that pathetic.
blood slowly drips down her face, her missing left eye felt awful. the pain was too much for her to even handle. was she going to get some infection from it? how had even it even happen? she couldn’t even remember.
but she deserved. she is a traitor. she deserved it. she is a traitor. she deserved it. she is a traitor. she deserved–
a gasp comes from haruki as she jolts awake; her face was wet with sweat as she struggles to catch her breath. another nightmare. the / same / one she always has. ever since that day, it’s been.. non stop.
and she hated it!
haruki knew she was a monster; knew she was a traitor. she didn’t / need / her brain to continue to remind her of the fact that she was this / awful / person that should’ve died instead of people she loved. she should’ve been the one to die.
it was what she deserved.
maybe it was just the survivor's guilt talking. she wasn’t completely sure; not that it mattered in the first place. her life was going downhill now anyways. the only sense of / normal / she has left is emera cadel.
the only person she has left in her life.
/. [ 1 / 2 ]
cpidsolder
it was really pathetic in her eyes. pathetic that her / entire / life was now centered around this random rogue she had become friends with one day.
she couldn’t seem to make decisions by herself anymore; it was / sad /.
but it seemed that they never seemed to mind.
well.. they never seemed to comment on it so she just / assumed / they didn’t care. she was really hoping they didn’t know; it was better for her to live her life this way.
especially after losing so many / important / people in her life.
a pale hand reaches upwards and lightly grazes over the fabric of her eye-patch, feeling the way it was nothing more than a cruel reminder of the fact that she had been careless and failed to be on guard.
there was nothing she could do / now /. the war was over and done with. both kingdoms were struggling heavily.
it was why she had left. why she decided that being in fullcrest was too much for her to handle. emera had came with her; the only friend she had left in her life. the only person that was still alive in her life.
haruki lets out a sigh and runs a hand through her messy black hair; the short strands now tangled at the end as she tries her best to calm herself down. she couldn’t allow the nightmares to affect her again; not when she knew it / shouldn’t / matter anymore.
yet, she never seemed to escape these haunting thoughts. no matter how hard she tried, every night she would suffer with those damn nightmares. it was so / annoying /.
“hey.. hey, ‘mera? you awake?” haruki whispers, poking the other in the side slightly. she wasn’t sure what day it was or how long they had been traveling. all she knew was that they were traveling through different places and sleeping in the woods until they decided to leave again.
it was the most / ideal / situation. but oddly enough it was enough.
to her, it was enough. just for a little while.
/. [ 2 / 2 ]
noble-rogue
⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀i love matching with my boyfriend in some way, actually.... : heart_hands :
cpidsolder
in a world like this, normalcy wasn’t very / common /. the world was cruel in that way; cruel to / force / innocent people to do such horrible things. haruki knew that more than anyone. she suffered from this / disgusting / need to constantly relinquish her hunger in the most disgusting ways.
the way flesh tasted on her tongue was / disgusting / but she couldn’t stop. she had been so far gone. she had gotten so used to the taste of flesh of people she didn’t even / know / that it had become almost second nature for her to do it.
to eat people.
it had started off as a way to show the king of shadebrooke that she was in love with him. but as time went on she seemed to get addicted to the taste. the feeling of skin rubbing against her teeth sent this / sickening / shiver up her spine; one that she seemed to relish as much as she possibly could.
she was a freak.
though, there were only very few people that seemed to accept her despite her disgusting urges or weird behavior. the two best friends she has ever had in her life!
though, she hadn’t really known how they became friends in the first place; she was glad they did though. she never seemed to complain about their friendship.
sometimes though, there were nights where she lay awake next to her friend; the thoughts in her mind seemingly consumed her the most at night. it would fester inside of her and eat her insides at a rapid pace; it was like some sort of infection. those thoughts haunted her constantly, forcing sleep to just never come to her.
/. [ 1 / 2 ] cus wp wants to be lame
noble-rogue
eyelids flutter close for the few moments they breathe a deep sigh, maybe there wasn 't anywhere haruki could go that they wouldn 't follow after all. and a change of scenery... maybe it would help them grasp what the hell they were feeling after all.
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ well, it 's not the worst idea you 've had, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀the words are meant in a playful manner, a slight curve of their lips following them.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ ... why not. i could get out of this damn kingdom anyhow. travelling doesn 't sound half bad right now, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀they mumbled, standing up and pulling their arms above their head to stretch. maybe it was a stupid idea to leave, to see if they could run,
but when it was with their best friend, what more could they ask for .ᐣ it seemed like the best idea for the time being. what more could the two of them lose .ᐣ it didn 't seem like a lot.. so, yeah, travelling it is.
[3.5/3.5]
noble-rogue
it was easier this way, to pretend like nothing bothered them inside, when they were sure haruki already knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. but they were a good actor, or at least good at making sure their emotions weren 't worn openly on their sleeve, not unless you knew them and where to look. which she did, which they didn't hate anymore.
em hums at the admittance, biting the inside of their cheek while their gaze swept through the world before them. travelling... wasn 't really something they thought about, not that way, anyhow. sure, they had thought about packing their bags and leaving without a word, attempting to outrun everything that happened... but it was haruki who kept them in fullcrest for the times being. they didn 't want to leave her, they couldn 't bring themselves to lose their best friend.⠀⠀⠀( that was new... normally they would have left without a second thought. maybe grief did change people. )
a small moment of silence, contemplation overrunning their mind for the time being, as if for the first time they were thinking thoughtfully about it an turning it over in their hands. there was a slight weight of guilt that laid on their chest at the thought of leaving, would they be leaving their memories of beau here too .ᐣ
⠀⠀⠀⠀would they be running like they had been for so many years of their life already .ᐣ why did they suddenly care if they were, when they hadn 't cared about anything for so long .ᐣ what if they couldn 't outrun it this time .ᐣ they always did say you couldn 't run from grief, that it would catch you even if you tried to hide.
and yet, somehow, staying in this kingdom didn 't seem all too appealing to them either. there was too much here, yet not enough here all the same. how could someone have so much to lose, while having nothing left too .ᐣ
[3/3.5 , cockblock is CRAZY... ]
noble-rogue
guilt, rage, blame, disgust, back to guilt. it followed them, a constant cycle, one that seemingly got worse and more self destructive as time went on, they couldn 't stop, couldn 't stop thinking or instigating. but /nothing/ helped... /why/ .ᐣ
⠀⠀⠀⠀and the kingdom around them wasn 't much help with those constant reminders, the state of fullcrest was seemingly a wreck. they couldn 't change that, no matter how many fights they threw themselves into in those damn underground fighting pits, no matter how many tankards of gin they downed, no matter how many times their fist would connect with the wall. nothing would fix it, nothing would fix /them/.⠀⠀⠀( they wondered... how could beau look at them now .ᐣ disgusted .ᐣ with the same look in his eye he had when they 'd do something else stupid out of anger .ᐣ would he look at them at all .ᐣ what would he say about them .ᐣ to them .ᐣ what would he think of them now .ᐣ )
every word left an almost bitter taste in their mouth, more than they had before, that was. but it was hard to taste anything else when they viewed the world as they did⨾ nowadays it felt like the world was out to get them. had She not taken enough from them, was all this loss truly needed .ᐣ they didn 't think so... not when emera hadn 't had much to lose in the first place, then they lost what they /did/ have. how much more could they lose .ᐣ that was a question they didn 't even want to dwell on.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the rogue looked up to the other when her shadow came and covered them, and for a moment, they took the time to look at her, /really/ look at her. so much had changed, between them both, or individually, or in their life without having beau with them anymore. it was all such drastic changes... but was it for better or for worse .ᐣ emera didn 't really know themselves.
they looked away soon after, dark gaze drifting to the floor, it was hard to look anyone in the eyes for too long anymore. as if they were afraid of being read, of being seen.
[2/3.5]