The Lone Wolf of Dagda

Indie Shamir RP blog, penned by Rhory

[tanghuluwa]

Can’t believe I forgot to post this commission lol

[dagdanwolf]

bcrnitdown​:

“Well then I guess that makes two ‘a us.” Now that the alcohol is wearing off ━ Ashe’s prior meltdown felt ridiculous. A wave of numbness starting to wash over her as she shoots a tired gaze to Shamir. She hadn’t meant to get some LOUD and angst driven ━ sometimes it just felt like the only way to express herself. Not like she’d admit it though. A sad smile rests on her lips.

“… Sorry fer what I said, yer good people. I like havin’ you around ━ m’just a bitch sometimes. Most times. Only ta’ people I care about though.” Was it a confession? It was as close as she was gonna’ get right now.

"Ashe." The other woman's name was spoken... much softer than it usually was, far different from the normal harsh tone from their day to day life as criminals. A step forward was taken, and then another, until there was only a few inches separating them. For a long moment, Shamir simply said nothing, instead just silently studying Ashe's face as her thoughts remained a frazzled mess.

"Look— I know I'm not good with... words, or emotions really. But..." There's a brief pause, as a gloved hand hesitantly lifts enough so fingertips could gently caress the side of Ashe's cheek. "...Other people might think you're some kind of bitch, even yourself— but I've never once thought that way about you. We've both had our... struggles in life, dealing with all kinds of shit, but you don't need to go it alone anymore. You're my partner, remember? I've got your back, no matter what."

[kiora06]

Y’all know this reference.

[dagdanwolf]

bcrnitdown·:

“Ain’t I told y’before not ta’ light yer dynamite for the road~?” Ashe can’t help herself ━ and an obnoxious snort falls from her lips at her own joke. Still she’s already feeling better, popping up at the suggestion. “Dozen seems steep, I’ll settle fer a little arson and public disturbance… Come to think of it I DO know a few places that look awful in need of exploding.”

“Well then, it sounds like we better get to it then, shouldn’t we?” A smirk played on her lips as she spoke, glad to see the other woman having finally perked up a bit. “They won’t explode themselves, after all, now will they?” Cue a small huff of of amusement as she gestures for Ashe to lead the way.

[dagdanwolf]

bcrnitdown·:

It takes a moment, but she perks up at the suggestion ━ a curiously devious brow rose though. “I like yer enthusiasm, but clock’s a tickin’. What kinda’ CHAOS y’got rattlin’ around in that brain ‘a your’s~?”

“Oh, nothing that you can’t handle.” A pause, letting the suspense build up, if only to help rile up the other woman a bit. “Let’s just say... I might have a few explosives that are burning a hole in my pocket, so to speak. Could easily break a dozen or so laws with em.”

[dagdanwolf]

bcrnitdown·:

@dagdanwolf· <3′d for a one liner

“I only broke 2 laws this week…” She’s depressed.

“Well, the week isn’t over yet.” Arms fold across her chest, as she just stares at Ashe intently. “If you get up now, there’s still time to break more— or should I go cause a scene without you?”

[dagdanwolf]

I swear I’m not dead guys, P5:Strikers is just all consuming since I’m trying to plat it.

[jasmineby65]

Ladies night at the Abyss Inn 🍻

I love how this game included awesome characters that are not just young girls

[dagdanwolf]

yunhuntress​:

The sound of it made her feel disgust and anger. Having been around a few dragons in her time, Fang held no respect for those wanting to warp things beyond proper means. Bahamut would have words no doubt and Fang understood that well enough. Her eyes shifted upon the scale Shamir produced. It was unnatural in all rights. Her hand reached out to pick it up where she intended to examine it more closely.

It was like somethings she had seen what felt like centuries ago. Something not natural and yet freakishly similiar to life. A warped sense of magic indeed and it was something that sparked her desire to just burn it. Refraining from it, she handed it back to Shamir and shook her head. It made her angry in a way and concerned. If that was what one band of Cultists was up to, what were others doing?

“Seems like a scourge is growing on the lands again that needs thinned out at the roots. Bahamut isn’t too pleased with this.” she grumbled only to drink a bit of her drink before working on her meal with what appetite was still apparent. A good meal would mean she could fight efficiently to start taking out such diseased roots from the realms.

The scale was taken back silently, and for a time Shamir herself studied it for a long moment. It had been such a bizarre encounter, facing the young mutated dragon back in that village. Sure, she'd fought many a creature and monster in her days, and yet... even if most dragons were feared, they were still living creatures who didn't deserve to be twisted in such unnatural ways.

Eventually the white scale was tucked back into the side pouch for now, as full attention was once again on the huntress sitting across from her. "I have someone investigating around the village further, to see if any leads or the like can be found. They’ll contact me when they can." Shamir began, pausing only long enough to take a hefty swig of her drink. 

As the mug was set back down on the table, a more... serious look settled on her face. "Listen— this wasn't a normal dragon, Fang. Whatever foul means they'd used to create it stripped it of whatever natural intelligence it should have had. The person who did this, they're powerful and know what they're doing— though I don’t have the faintest idea what they'd gain from unsealing Tiamat..."

[dagdanwolf]

lamedeflammes·:

Shamir had always been hard to read, it boggled Leonie’s mind how someone could be so blunt, yet also withhold the truth. She had offered Shamir a place in her company, the new ‘Jeralt’s Mercenaries’, and though the Huntress’ demeanor suggested she was interested in Leonie’s offer, Leonie had yet to hear an actual confirmation. Despite this, she was just enjoying the company of one of her old mentors, and friends from the war.

“I can’t wait to show you how much I’ve improved, but I know there’s always more to learn. I learned that at the academy, and from the war.” Leonie took a seat at the table, pensively tapping fingers against the hardwood surface. “So… do you keep in contact with anyone from Garreg Mach? Catherine? The Professor?”

Hearing the enthusiasm in the other woman's voice, a faint smile found it's way onto Shamir's face— though it was simply hidden by the fact her back was turned, due to preparing a pot of coffee for them to share. Still, she was reminded of years ago when a younger Leonie had been so excited to be taught by her, and she was... glad to see her once pupil still held a desire and love for improving her techniques.

"I've spoken with the Professor a handful times in passing. But you know how it is, they're incredibly busy these days, as is everyone else. Catherine though—" There's a momentary pause, a slight and unusual hesitation in the mercenary as she lets out a heavy sigh. At this point Shamir stays quiet, opting to focus on pouring the cups of coffee and bringing them to the table. "—We haven't talked since I left." She finally said, after returning once more with a small container of milk and sugar should Leonie require it, and taking the seat across from her.

[dagdanwolf]

lamedeflammes​:

There was a slight bit of hesitation before entering the tavern, though not on account of Shamir. Since leaving the Monastery, Leonie had developed something of a taste for alcohol, too much of a taste in fact. To say the second Blade Breaker’s bar tabs were the stuff of legends would be an understatement. Thankfully, Leonie reminded herself that she’d never visited this one before, so it was impossible for her to have a tab here as well.

“There’s never any shortage of work, and we could use a veteran like you.” If Shamir agreed to join, she’d be greeted by a few familiar faces, Alois being among them, though that might give Shamir reason to reject the offer…

“If I’m being honest, I miss our archery sessions together, I learned a lot from you.”

"You did learn a lot from me— and it shows, honestly." Shamir replied with a nod, sounding as if she was actually proud with how Leonie had improved over the years— and in all honesty, she was. Hence the partial smile on her face as she ushered the other woman up the stairs, into the hallway lined with a couple rented out rooms.

A key was quickly pulled out of a pocket, and the door to her room unlocked before being shoved open. "I suppose if we're going to be working together... It wouldn't hurt to get back into the routine of practicing together, wouldn't you agree?" She casually said then, with a smirk flashed towards Leonie as she motioned with a gloved hand for her companion to take a seat at the small table while she started to prepare the coffee— as if playing off how she'd already made up her mind about joining as not a big deal, even if it was.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: “H-How many fucking knives do have in there?!”

Person B: *Still pulling knives out of their bag and pockets* “I don’t know actually… I have two in my bra and one in my boot as well I think. You know… just in case.”

Person A: “In case of what?!?!!”

[dagdanwolf]

sleepymajesticmanakete​:

“I’ve travelled to many different places before coming to Fodland. I can’t say Dagda was my favorite place to be though. Far too cold for my tastes.”

“Indebted to Rhea. Well I suppose we both have that in common. Although I imagine the debt I have is different from yours … she can be an exceedingly persuasive woman.” 

“Forgive me for assuming, but you do not exactly come off as the religious type. Do they pray to a different god or goddess in Dagda?”

"That's one way to describe her." The mercenary replied, stifling a slight chuckle then by taking another few generous sips of her tea. "But I'd imagine our debts are different— she saved my life, and I've been working as a knight to repay her since."

A shrug is given then, as Shamir carefully placed her cup back onto the table. Only then was she refocusing her gaze onto the other woman, in an almost amused way. "I'm not religious, no— and I know that fact alone bothers several people around here. Not that I really care though. I never really paid much attention to such things back in Dagda either, as I was more focused on simply surviving than praying to some god."

[dagdanwolf]

lamedeflammes​:

True, ever since the war ended, a lot of people went their separate ways. Sure, those of the Golden Deer House occasionally reconnected at Garreg Mach, but now, now that they each had their own lives to live, getting together wasn’t always possible. Leonie had her own work to do as a mercenary, sometimes a job interfered with school reunions.

“You’ll be happy to know I’ve been keeping up with my target practice, using those drawings of spiders you told me to draw.” Although, they still didn’t look like actual spiders, but no one tell Leonie that… “I’ve also taken over Captain Jeralt’s old mercenary company, so if you’re ever looking for work, I’d be more than willing to bring you aboard.”

"Good— keeping up with your training can be the difference between life and death, war or not." Shamir replied with a small nod, sounding almost... proud of Leonie for having kept it up, even though it had been several years.  As they neared the entrance to the tavern, the mercenary shoved open and held the door so that her companion could head inside.

In the process however, the expression on Shamir's face seemed to shift while listening to Leonie. "Is that so? That's rather impressive. I'm sure he'd be proud of you." A long moment of silence fell between them then, as she guided the other woman towards the set of stairs in the back corner. "Just like you, I'm a mercenary by trade— so when am I not looking for work?" She finally said with a soft huff. "But, I did just finish a contract a few days ago... So, with nothing else to currently do, I might be willing to hear your offer out on joining you."

[skywalkerresources]

[dagdanwolf]

yunhuntress​:

The woman downed her ale in no time at all while listening to Shamir’s story. Fang had been fine with it up until the mention of children and Tiamat. Considering her strengths, she was no one to enjoy the sound of insane cultists and their desires to injure the innocent. Setting her mug down, she leaned back in her chair and nodded as it was brought up Shamir handled them all for more coin. Fang knew she wouldn’t be one to be involved in such atrocity.

“I’m glad you were able to help out people there on that one. I think I would have lost my entire demeanor and gone off the deep end.” she admitted honestly. Fang was truthful that way at least to close friends. “I don’t take kindly to those that would harm children or babes.” History had been burned into her about that, having seen what war and chaos could do to people. It made monsters out of them and demons too. Memories of her own background to being an orphan and losing so many people.

Another few tankards were brought over by one of the other girls. Fang made certain to toss some gold coin to her in thanks while downing another drink in a fell swoop after speaking. The drinks would keep coming before food was brought out to their table to enjoy in another few minutes.

“They deserved to pay you more for that mess honestly.”

An appreciative nod was given towards the young woman who brought over more tankards filled to the brim with ale, before shaking her head and downing the last bits of her current one. Once done, Shamir let out an exasperated sigh, because really... cultist kidnapping children had been the lighter part of her tale by far.

"That's an understatement, trust me." She replied, using a gloved hand to nudge her empty mug to the side before reaching and grabbing up another. There probably wasn't even enough gold and platinum coin in this very village itself that would have been decent compensation.

"Look— that group of cultists, their leader... They were messing with shit no one rightfully ever should." The mercenary continued. "Not only were they kidnapping children... This batshit-crazy leader was growing mutated dragons in that temple, trying to make some sort of ideal vessel for Tiamat."

As she said that, Shamir quickly produced a plate sized scale from her bag. It was an off-white color, and clearly belonged to some soft of young adult dragon. But to the discerning eye, it was clear there was something off about the scale itself; the texture and sheen to it weren't natural, not in the least.

[yagaminoue]

The Church of Seiros