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An extremely private and lazy multi-muse rp side-blog tended to by luri. RULES UNDER READMORE l CARRD
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"WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE?" Said as if the dragon could answer him with words, even though their surroundings are enough. Hurried steps are taken—once, twice, towards the rubble of stone that buried the beta's wing. Nata leans forwards slightly, easily spying the particularly large rock that sat atop the rest, the main perpetrator for Cloudjumper's entrapment.
At first, Nata cycled through the possibilities. "Was it hunters . . . ?" His gaze trailed from the rocks to the cliff side up above where they had dislodged from, showing telltale signs of a collision rather than intentional sabotage. No, a landslide. Even if he couldn't completely rule out the threat of hunters, it was far more likely that this had all been on accident.
" . . . It was the storm then . . ."
Still too afraid to draw too close, Nata tries to peer past Cloudjumper, a tiny gasp leaving him as sickening realization darkens on his expression. "Where's Valka?!" Perhaps somewhat dangerously of him, Nata jogs closer to the rubble pile, taking a closer look to see if he could find any sign of the dragon's rider. "Miss Valka?"
He calls her name, unknowing that Cloudjumper had done so a hundred times before over the course of the night. It echoes against the trees, carrying into the air with nary a response but the faint sound of the wind billowing through pine needles.
Slowly, his gaze treads back to the rubble, and Cloudjumper. By now, his little hobgobbler friend had settled next to the beta, clearly unable to help, but just wanting to be present. It licked its eyeball with its sticky tongue, head twitching about subtly.
. . . In that moment, Nata doesn't know if he can help, either. But . . . maybe he should try. Swallowing down fear with a big gulp of air, he timidly begins to step closer to Cloudjumper, uncertain. Behind them, the sound of a loud snap among the bracken catches their ears. He hesitates.
Nata glances over his shoulder towards the sound. Nothing. He stares a few moments longer, before continuing to proceed towards the rubble. As hands finally reach to budge the first rock, the boy grunts with growing effort, ignoring how his arms trembled.
. . . Yet the bracken continues to shift, and Cloudjumper would be able to hear the deep, yet stalking footsteps of another dragon.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 in return at the human whelp’s exclamation. No, he can’t quite comprehend what sounds he’s making, but he’s been around his other half long enough to understand worry. The large dragon tries to shift gently again, showing him how impossible it is to even budge from his entrapment. He can withstand broken bones. Those will heal, but if the boy thinks he can pull his wings free somehow, he’d have no choice but to lay a warning snap in the air to make him back off.
Luckily, though, the boy is maintaining his distance for now. The Beta would again try to warble at the whelp, yet… Upon hearing his other half’s name, he perks up with the softest of whines. Where is she—
Remembering she’s out there, he almost tries to fight against the rubble, but… the restful Hobgobbler settles close to him. Cloudjumper arches his head back, slit pupils dilating as he looks the fellow beast up and down for a moment. Well, if it doesn’t plan on assisting Nata, then perhaps it’ll calm him when the inevitable happens. Cloudjumper snorts, shaking his frills a little before looking back towards the approaching boy.
His gaze narrows—frills quivering with quiet observation. A low growl begins to stir, but the sound and scent of another approaching whips his now-slitted gaze towards the forest. It could only be an ally, as the flock reigns over this isle, and yet Cloudjumper can’t help but remain alert at such a vulnerable state.
"What makes you think I'd want your help?" She's close to the boiling point, all over the man being a flighty, wicked asshole. All of this could have been solved minutes ago, but the prophet just had to be annoying and pretentious.
Robin could feel the veins in her forehead bulging, her body on the verge of breaking down into a more feral, untamed form. Her nails had elongated along with her canine fangs, nostrils flaring to reveal the reddened tissue beneath.
Those eyes of sunset red glowered, with just one more go at being civil before this inevitably exploded.
"What say you then, o' wonderful prophet-sama? Hm? You gonna tell me some riddle to make me too confused to chase you and whip your skinny ass?"
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 when offered his divine help! She’s just one chuckle away from becoming a beast. Which is totally not cool, or even lady-like—but he’ll keep that little comment to himself… for now.
" You’re itching for a fight, aren’t you, doll? " His expression becomes sly—fox-like—and he shifts his grip on his blade and Pillow Talk. " I fear fighting me won’t bless you with any clarity or the relief you seek. A different tussle might be better for that, but who am I to deny such a pretty thing a fight? "
He doesn’t wait for her reply. Ushiwaka dives forward in a blink—his eyes serious, his smile wicked—his blades are poised to land a blow on the hot-headed daughter.
cutest adorable horangi and kkachi
THE SILHOUETTE OF THE STORMCUTTER IS CLEAR, yet Nata had not anticipated that he would be the one to stumble upon it. The boy froze like a deer, and equally as wide-eyed. Fear was instinctual, though he did his damnest to try and swallow it down. Fresh in the mind are the memories of tall beasts, setting fire to homes and razing his village to the ground . . . but even fresher were similar beasts, at least of scale and wings, nuzzling up to him, and demanding fish in exchange for pets.
At least, the Hobgobblers were certainly that way. It was one of them that led Nata here. Search parties had been dispatched in search of Valka and her beast when they did not return home as planned the evening before, and the riders had suspected the storm to be the culprit of their disappearance. While more capable vikings trekked isle to isle, Nata had come across Cloudjumper by chance.
The hobgobbler that had followed the cry of the injured dragon continued to waddle its way towards Cloudjumper, unfazed by the boy who had froze in his tracks.
Only when he began to recognize the red and grey hue of those scales, and the faint blue tint of Cloudjumper's jaw, did Nata felt a small inkling of relief. "Cloudjumper?"
𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩, 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐨. Even if he recognizes them as non-threatening, the Stormcutter is still vulnerable. His pain is numbed—throbbing periodically as blood still tries to flow into his entrapped wing—and for that reason, he rattles his nose scales in low warning. At least, he doesn’t try to pull away; he may be a literal sitting duck, but he wasn’t daft either.
His attention shifts from the approaching Hobgobbler to the frozen human whelp behind it. He knows this boy from the village… He’s a newer addition to the flock, and fear scent lingers on each breath. Because, unlike most humans who show adoration, courage, or even aggression in the face of a dragon, he hesitates. Which the Beta will not fault him for, there’s pain behind his eyes.
Cloudjumper soothes his flaring threat display and turns his head to nod at his entrapped wing. A low warble emits alongside the rattling of his nose scales. It’ll take a lot more than a fearful child and Hobgobbler to dislodge this, but at least he isn’t alone anymore.
𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 to @porpomuses. How could the benevolent kami explain to him that the wars waged amongst his fellow gods have restrictions in the heavens? He has known much about this demi-god’s struggle since the day Shiranui’s warmth graced his tender flesh, and yet Tsukiyomi had requested he not interfere.
Shiranui had watched as humans suffered, as this boy suffered, and yet he abided by his cousin’s request. And now that Tsukiyomi has deemed this senseless war amongst his kin over… the God of the Sun may finally offer his condolences. And perhaps, in time, support if the child wishes to receive it.
" The ways of the kami are cruel and fickle… " The god begins, his voice almost radiating the very warmth of the sun. " Your grandfather was a mere fraction of the entire Kingdom of the Moon, where my jurisdiction has very little sway ."
Shiranui lowers his head, bowing to the child. The ethereal wisps rolling off his limbs and body simmer to barely a thread. " And for that I am sorry. "
After going over everything with Nata, Kaiden made her way over to the research tent. A curt nod to the wyverians fluttering away about their excitement and curiosity with the little arkveld now in their grasp. A sigh escaped when she knelt down next to the cage.
"What a little mess we're in." she muttered, tentatively offering her hand out for the little one to sniff. Trying to debate the next steps that should be taken.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬. Her tongue laps over it periodically, as she also likes its odd taste. It’s much different from the little slabs of meat the researchers have been giving her—which isn’t enough either. That strange clawing ache in her stomach hasn’t quite gone away yet… They’re still figuring out how much she should eat, unfortunately.
The whelp’s tiny nose plate wriggles. She presses her head against the bars of the cage, yet even before her little sniff of the stranger is over, she snaps her jaws at the hand. Luckily, her head is too blocky even for a whelp to get through, so Kaiden’s fingers are safe.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 is to hopefully touch on my drafts that i owe on my sideblogs—yall have waited longgg enough
realized i've never shared my small collection of my baby girl...
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤. In fact, the infant Arkveld had found great comfort in gnawing at it. The flavor is strange, yet she doesn’t quite know what a good flavor is. She’d been given some meat repeatedly by the humans who ogle at her—which is super tasty—but was it good? Hmm…
She begins chewing the bars again absentmindedly, but stumbles back with a startled yelp when @demon-slayer-kaiden approaches. Food? Will they give her more food??
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝—not of fear nor paint—but of concern. He and his other half knew a storm would muddy their trek home. Which would never be a concern for a Stormcutter, but one good clash with sudden lightning knocked her from his back. And worse, his collision into the side of a low mountain dislodged stone.
Cloudjumper tumbled horrendously to the mountain’s base, and once there, one of his wings became trapped beneath a pile of rubble. He knew better than to try to force himself from his entrapment. Bone and tendon will heal, but a ripped wing could mean he’ll be useless in locating his other half.
So, throughout the night, he called for her—a low, concerning call that resonated with his worry for her.
What he didn’t expect, by the time he rose from a much-needed nap, was a human whelp looking at him from afar. Cloudjumper blinks away his sharp pupils, and his crest shifts when he rumbles curiously towards @porpomuses. It may not be her, but perhaps this whelp could find him aid.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 — you can ask for more than one muse! I'm happy to make more than one starter for folks here 💜
"I’m so proud of you."
Those words warmed her soul, face darkening as a youthful smile comes upon the wolf's face. The weary warrior's mask falls away, leaving only the softness of a girl that still believed in love and the kami, despite it all.
Rao's question causes her to pause, brows furrowing in thought. Her head tilts to the side, not unlike her canine form, brush end pressed to the spot between her lower lip and chin.
"Hmm... Well... I suppose I should offer Praise to my Mother," Voice soft, reminiscent. "Amaterasu's light and benevolence continues to guide me, even though we are worlds apart. It is her guidance that allows me to get as far as I have in my journey."
All of this was for her Mother's sake. To slay the Dark One, to bring warmth and Light back to Nippon and the world. Even if that meant missing that dear wolf kami terribly.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞—and is quite charmed by the more… canine qualities of the fellow woman’s actions. She’s aware of whose presence she’s in. Robin is a very admirable warrior whose stories of her valor have reached deep into the heart of the city. And yet Rao feels no unease around her. She’s had many weary warriors come and take refuge in the peace of her temple.
They all tend to have the same reflection. Their masks lift once they realize they can lay down all their weapons here.
" Honoring Mother Amaterasu will serve you well, " Rao hums. She continues crafting her prayers, a gentle look on her features. " Maybe one day she’ll return the favor to you and offer you guidance when you need it the most. "
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 to the game that defined my childhood, how i approach storytelling, how i view and treat nature, and bonded me to some of the most amazing people in my life.
i'll never forget the countless hours and replays i poured into this game as a kid. little me even printed out all the brush gods at my school's little library and then hung them over my bed so they could look out for me— i even prayed to them too at times.
when the sequel was announced i literally flew out of my chair so hard that it nearly knocked down my nerd shelf. i scared my family with my scream of WHAT and then how hard i was crying, but me and my friends were having a blast in vc because something so precious is returning to us.
if i'm having a bad day i remind myself the sequel is coming to us eventually, so cheers!! thank you so much okami to the love and light you've given me all these years!!
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# 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬 — is a lazy, private multimuse by luri ( who finally remembered to promo this side-blog ). where my biggest rule is you must have interacted with my main blog @airxn before interacting with me here. thank you , thank you mwah mwah!
