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At first Lothric looks completely surprised and caught off guard. For a moment, it’s not clear if he’s going to take such a curt statement as threatening. But Morrigan is clearly suffering, and his aspect softens considerably as she backtracks and rallies. He suddenly smiles mischievously and flops into the grass from his sitting position, falling as Morrigan rises. The motion is considerably more slow and careful than a true flop, to spare his joints, but his irreverence is unmistakable, and calling attention to pain is part of the statement. He puts one leg over the other, carefully, and plucks a feather from the grass. “But of course,” he tells Morrigan, addressing the feather. “If I keep the secret of your frailty, might you also keep the secret of mine?” He looks back at Morrigan, gray eyes bright with quiet amusement.

Lorian was also raised to hide weakness at all costs. He’s still considerably uncomfortable with showing it, but he’s had a lot to adjust to ever since he lost his voice and struggled to stand, and he’s not where he was. That, and Lothric has been giving him a hard time and challenging his outlook from the day they teamed up. He watches like a dog with a bleeding nose might watch another dog try to bother the same cat.

Lothric has spent enough time in Lorian’s headspace to be satisfied that shyness around personal weakness is theoretically compatible with good faith and respect towards him. And he’s spent enough time in Lorian’s company to be confident that any time bad faith or disrespect does arise, he has a protector. He has no interest in causing more grief than it takes to make a point. Really, he’s less invested in causing grief at all than he is in inviting Morrigan to the party and letting her know that it’s okay… really, it’s okay. He absently tosses the feather loose and leaves it to flutter downward, where it lands in his long hair fanned around him in the grass. He feels anything but weak.

☽. “Pray tell, what secret do you speak of?”

The witch frowned at the peculiar statement. What could it possibly be that he would immediate trust it upon her? A complete stranger? Despite developing experience socializing with others, there were still situations that left her blubbering like a lost child.

“Are you sure that is wise? You know nothing of me after all...” she blurted.

Even so, there was something about him that forced her to bite her tongue. Morrigan watched as he played with the feather, absentmindedly biting her bottom lip. There was a sense of tranquility emanating from him, such that is temporarily soothed her nerves. She nearly envied him for being so calm while she struggled for breath.

Nevertheless, they would serve as a temporary distraction from her turmoil--She would push the thoughts of her son into the back of her mind until she found a private space to grieve. Morrigan straightened her attire to seem more presentable, now that she had collected herself, and dipped her head in a slight.

“I believe it is considered polite to introduce ourselves before engaging in such private matters. You may call me Morrigan.”

#☽. Fly Home Little Crow [ic]#☽. A Friend or Foe? [Lothric 01]#ashes-of-omelas #{oof sorry for the delay! got a little too caught up with work}#{honestly it seems they might share a little more in common}#{which is good since morrigan is too much of a loner lol}

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@brujerxa

“How do I leave.”

And hello to you too, Alex. He’s approached the first not-busy person who isn’t flinching away from him as he comes walking up. There’s just something about this guy that comes off as shady. It can’t possibly be the outfit, can it?

“There has to be a way out of here, right? I’m not sticking around for longer than I need to.” The news that there is no escape is gonna suck.

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☽. The witch clicked her tongue in annoyance at the sudden interruption. She had forgotten some were not well-versed in basic social skills.

“Do not think such a brutish introduction will get you what you need. At the very least you can offer your name.”

“....Consider your self lucky that I am willing to excuse that,” she gave the stranger a hard stare, “Unfortunately that is wishful thinking. No one leaves here by their own will.”

#☽. Fly Home Little Crow [ic]#☽. A Friend or Foe? [Alex 01]#swissarmysickness #{pfft already theyre off to a good start}

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Even if trepidation were plaguing her heart, she’d certainly not admit it. Both due to not wishing to inadvertently affront the other and due to a burning need to maintain a veneer of unflappable valiance. ❝ Inheriting something from someone doesn’t necessarily make it unfortunate. Your eyes don’t frighten me. ❞ There’s no deception to be discerned ‘neath her answer. ❝ They’re just UNUSUAL. In a pretty way. I’ve never seen a demon, but your eyes remind me a bit of sunlight. ❞

☽. Initially, the woman’s compliments were met with a stunned silence. Such innocent kindness was not something the witch expected, as someone who’s only experienced insults and threats.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear.”

Strangely enough, those words ignited a shred of warmth within her. No one had bother comparing her eyes to sunlight...

“Would that change your mind if I told you I was a mage?”

#☽. Fly Home Little Crow [ic]#☽. A Friend or Foe? [Rey 01]#dawnarose #{sorry for the delay! wasn't prepared for a bunch of deadlines to hit }#{honestly yesss! morrigan's aesthetic is pratically to die for}

{Hello lovelies~ Sorry for the lack of activity, I had to be away for a work conference. I will definitely get to replies later tonight once I get home.

In the meantime, A2 was accepted into Isola! If you’d like to check out or follow her blog, go HERE.

Have a nice day y’all!}

#ooc #tbd

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The twins are on their way home with groceries. It still astonishes Lothric that the two of them can walk about in public without being noticed and hunted. Surely that’s an artifact of this crowd not facing the same pressures as crowds from their world, rather than any greater inherent friendliness? Is the crowd’s disinterest truly safety if their wrath could just as easily be engineered with scarcity and a finger pointing at a target? Sometimes he discretely takes a closer look at individuals in the crowd, as if trying to spot the hidden lever or switch that can be flipped to make an ordinary person agree that breeding a human sacrifice could be a reasonable price to pay for anything.

By the time their journey takes them past Morrigan, she catches Lothric’s attention because the area is more isolated and she’s the only one there. She looks distraught on top of that. He freezes with concern when she falls to her knees. Lorian looks over too, thoughtfully. They don’t have to feel responsible for the well-being of this world any more than they had to for their old one, Lorian thinks. If even going outside and bringing home groceries is hard, it’s enough to only do that. Lorian sometimes worries that Lothric will feel compelled to show kindness to others out of a subconscious need to ‘make up’ for refusing to die for their world, a burden he never should have been given in the first place.

Lothric pats Lorian’s arm sympathetically (it must be hard to be so insensitive to the suffering of others), then teleports over to Morrigan to see if she’s alright.

“H-hello!” he offers, as feathers fall gently around him. “Is something the matter?”

Lorian isn’t so proud he can’t accept when he’s lost. Looks like they’re sensitive to the suffering of others today. He digs around in their grocery bags for the package of bottled water they bought.

☽. A voice. Soft and kind.....and feathers?

The sound nearly seized her body in panic. Someone was here. Someone was watching. The witched squeezed her eyes and began counting, desperate to return to her former self. 1.....2.....3.....As she continued, she forced her breathing to follow along. Slowly, she could feel her surroundings stabilizing and the ground felt firm again.

Having bowed her head to shield her face behind a curtain of black hair, it would be several minutes before the witch could compose herself. Her breathing still staggered, she eyed the stranger with a pained glare.

“Do not tell anyone what you saw.”

Realizing the bitterness in her tone, she reluctantly uttered a mumbled plea. The words sounds as meek as she felt, a fact she greatly despised. Despite the years developing social skills and studying human civilizations, her fear of expressing weakness continued to cripple her.

“Please.”

Clumsy and slow, Morrigan managed to lift herself onto her feet again. She used the nearest wall for support as she straightened her attire, though the shame kept her gaze away from them.

“That...normally doesn’t happen,” she awkwardly cleared her throat, “It must be due to fatigue. I had expended more energy than I am accustomed to.”

#☽. Fly Home Little Crow [ic]#☽. A Friend or Foe? [Lothric 01]#ashes-of-omelas #{that would be nice. she needs someone to talk to and they can definitely relate}

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Fortuitously, glistering pools of amber enthrall the lionheart. They seem to bear neither boiling ire nor gelid malice, luckily. Belatedly realizing that she’s been rather overt in surveying bewitching eyes, she promptly offers a succinct explanation. ❝ People around here seem to be talking about COSTUMES. Did you do something to your eyes to make them a part of your costume? ❞

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☽. “Do I frighten you?”

A faint smirk managed to form on her lips out of amusement. She found the girl’s innocent words somewhat refreshing from the usual accusations.

“Unfortunately dear, ‘tis a gift from my mother. Why she was given demonic-like eyes, I do not know”, she gave a dismissive shrug, “But I can assure you, I am not a demon nor possessed by one.”

#☽. Fly Home Little Crow [ic]#☽. A Friend or Foe? [Rey 01]#{no worries!}#{omg right? she scares almost everyone but is like ask mother}

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☽. A hound covered in black fur was seen trotting quickly through the streets, clenching a grocery bag between its teeth. Yet it was clearly evident this was not a normal animal as it moved with strange determination and focus. Though this city was already adjusted to unusual phenomenons, this still garnered some reaction from passersby.

Some hoped to pet and admire it, though the animal navigated with such swiftness that it did not allow anyone the opportunity. It had a destination in mind and, paired with a desire for solitude, wanted to be out of the public eye as soon as possible. Reaching the end of the crosswalk, it waited patiently at the edge while concentrating on the weird box to display the green light.

Technology...What a confounding, ridiculous contraption.

Ridiculing the thought, the hound made a snorting sound and attracted the attention of a bystander. It briefly raised its snout to gaze at the man before diverting its attention away, thought it unconsciously revealed its disguise.

Unlike a typical dog, it had bright yellow eyes.

#☽. The Writer behind the Crow [mun intro]#☽. A Friend or Foe? [Lui 01]#flyingspinkicks #{hope this works! but let me know otherwise!}#{another thread mentions her eyes and i realize she probably still has yellow eyes in her animal form...which is kinda creepy}

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He had seen the ocean before and felt the water on his feet before. Though this place, this…island prison of sorts, and this ocean view seemed to bring his heart at ease. The endless murderous intent was put on hold simply standing at the edge towards the beach, watching the waves go back and forth. The endeavor to escape the fog proved to bring only pain, and even if he jumped as far as he could it was no end in sight and only more pain.

So now he stood, contemplating what actions and life to have here….noticing a bit later than usual of a woman nearby as he turned his head to catch eyes with her, looking up to her.

“…..? If you are perhaps thinking I am a lost child, I am not. The ocean’s the only soothing thing I can somewhat relate to.”

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☽. Supposedly the ocean shore was considered meditative, as its calm waves allowed one to sort whatever troubled them. However for Morrigan, she could only grimace at the saltwater aroma invading her nostrils.

She had a mind to retreat to a more suitable area when she spot a child staring into the horizon with a fierce expression. An introduction (much to her relief) wouldn’t be required as he already waved away any presumed doubts. Her lips lifted into a faintly amused smile at his words.

She chuckled, “If you presume me to be that kind of person, then you are sorely disappointed. Though why people find the ocean soothing is well beyond me.”

#☽. Fly Home Little Crow [ic]#☽. A Friend or Foe? [Zeno 01]#godlightning #{thank you for the starter!}

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SLAMS into the bookshelf with no other particular reason other than tripping over thin air & everything would have been ‘ okay ’ if he hadn’t done it twice that is. Stepping on his own shoelace seconds later and colliding into the bookshelf once again, this time however hard enough to dislodged books from his side and the other—- was there other people in the library ? He hoped not, gingerly picking up fallen novels and returning them in place, his face growing grim when he had popped his head to inspect the other aisle. There is someone. “ Hey uh, I.” A pause, words struggling to leave his throat.

“ I didn’t mean to do that. I was just—” Tripping like a new born deer but he doesn’t say, instead clear his throat and saunters over to pick up his mess.

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☽. Seated cross-legged on the ground, the witch had struggled to consume herself into the weathered tome before she was struck with a sudden, heavy pain. Whatever book that fell on her was of considerable weight--She nearly thought her neck would snap from the pressure.

“Blast!” she cursed angrily.

She wouldn’t have wholeheartedly minded the brief annoyance, if not for a young face poking around the shelf. Despite his stuttering words, it did little to quell her irritated expression.

“You know, I could easily turn into a bear and eat you alive.”

Her golden eyes sharpened in disdain, yet despite the obviously menacing tone, a somewhat tired voice was buried underneath. As the witch rose to her feet, brushing away whatever dust particles clung to her clothes, she gave the young man another scrutinizing glare.

“May I ask what you were doing? ‘Tis not a place to be bumbling about.”

#☽. Fly Home Little Crow [ic]#brujerxa #☽. A Friend or Foe? [Shoichi 01]#betrayou #{this works perfectly! thank you!!}#{and sorry to respond so late!}

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☽. Was this divine punishment? A retaliation of the unspeakable acts she willfully committed?

The witch had stepped through the glowing mirror bound for home, her heart full of expectation and hope. Yet as quickly as those positive thoughts formed, they swiftly dissipated once her expectant gaze fell upon the domineering metal towers. This was not home, but a familiar nightmare that continued to terrorize her time and time again.

Spirale City.

A deep sense of dread slithered underneath her skin as her slender frame began to quiver. Why were they doing this to her?! What reason did they have to separate a mother and her child, while dangling a false freedom before her? She was so close... So close to finally embracing her son and escape from this tortuous world once and for all. As these thoughts sunk deeper into despair, she began to notice a strange tightening in her chest and throat.

Panic attacks were rather rare for Morrigan--A weakness she kept to herself since she was a young girl. Her mother had been determined to remove such a useless trait by all means necessary, and even Morrigan found herself shocked at its sudden return.

Unable to support her weight, her legs gave way and down she fell with a soft thump. Her manicured nails clawed desperately at the gravel as she attempted to force the air into her lungs. She could no longer maintain her eyes open as the space around her began to swirl into a nauseous blur. Amidst her silent pleadings, Morrigan thought of her son and his soft smile. Would she truly never see him again?

My Kieran....My little one...

Distracted by the unbearable fear paralyzing her senses, she had yet to realize there was a witness. Not that it would have mattered.

She just wanted it to stop.

#☽. Fly Home Little Crow [ic]#☽. A Friend or Foe? [Lothric 01]#ashes-of-omelas #{i hope this works for you!}#{and per our other convo..morrigan will definitely want to learn from him! she'll be nice lol}#tw: panic attack

Alright alright alright alright!

You guys know the drill, hit that like for a starter with Morrigan. A quick note: she may be in a bad mood since she’s once again separated from her son. But she’ll at least try to be cordial. She’ll be nice to kids but still, don’t test her patience.

You can check out the about page, but I will be updating that soon! But a brief summary: she is a mage with a bit of a sarcastic bite. She’s fascinated with magic, regardless of what it is, and believes magic to be a natural element of the universe that must be preserved.

Putting down a cap of 3 to ease myself back into this. Happy to be back...again!

#isola rp ad

☽. Mun Intro: Mari

In terms of NSFW-rp, I am of age but that stuff makes me blush real hard so...yeah

I’ve been on and off with [REDACTED], and then with Isola for a few years now, and have churned through quite a few muses. Some might have remembered me as Morrigan (Dragon Age) and Namine (Kingdom Hearts).

Currently slaving my life away at a law firm, while also studying for my AA in Paralegal Studies.

If I’m not crying from work or class, I’m usually watching anime or gaming. Right now I just finished Nier: Automata and have started on Borderlands 3.

Coffee is what’s keeping me alive. God I REALLY love coffee a lot

I have 3 furbabies, but my No.1 is my chunky rottweiler, Rocky

Music ranges from several different genres, but I would say that rock, rap, and indie are my main three?

I cry at action movies. Yep.

Not so great with my own intro, but I definitely missed being here!

#☽. The Writer behind the Crow [mun intro]#isola mun intro #tosses this out before doing actual rp stuff

☽. Character Intro: Morrigan

R E S T I N G B I T C H F A C E

Loves the gothic witch look, but it also gives some people bad impressions of her. She can’t turn you into a toad and doesn’t eat children. She just has a sarcastic streak and can be a little shit sometimes.

Train in various forms of magic, but her specialty is shapeshifting. She can transform her body into different animal forms (including “corrupted” versions).

A “collector” of magical knowledge. Morrigan seeks to preserve ancient magic that has been forgotten.

That being said, please be nice to crows. One of them might be her, and she’s fond of pecking out eyes.

Underneath that sarcastic little smirk is a soft, fidgety mother. Yeah, even she wasn’t expecting to have a child in her future.

Chaotic Neutral. Neither friend nor foe, she has lived her life prioritizing her own desires above all else (let’s just say she initially had other intentions for her child).

However she genuinely cherishes those in her inner circle. Much of her sharp tone stems from an isolated and difficult childhood, and she is shown to be much warmer (if slightly awkward) to her friends.

I write this all the time but...she will one day transform into a badass DRAGON. Someday.

#☽. Witch of the Woods [muse intro]#isola intro #last time i make this i promise...