Guardian of Souls

Please, be not afraid of me my friend. I mean you no harm. M!A: None [OC-RP Blog]

[deaths-guardian]

ooc: Sorry for my absence.

My health has been in the gutter once more and I had to take a few days off. I will work on replies as soon as possible.

[charmingcrescent]

Reblog if you actually feel emotions during Rps

[super-fun-fantasy-lover]

[positivedoodles]

[thepiscesactor-deactivated20121]

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

[minotaursauce]

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

[xaldien]

"You’d be surprised", said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely "men can’t be raped" anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.

[minotaursauce]

Yowch, disgusting.

[thespectacularspider-girl]

I’m glad my followers are infinitely more classy than that.  Depraved and perverted, sure, but classy none the less.

[jimfear138]

[winona-the-lovesick-blog]

The air chilled a little and not a moment later the elk like creature had appeared out of thin air, watching Winona intensely.

"Wahhh!" Winona cried, not expecting to see elk here. There were elk back home in Tennessee, that much she knew! But not here on the island. No Loa appeared as elk as far as she was aware…after all, elk were more of mountain creatures, weren’t they? They spread over into the east of Tennessee a long long time ago, when the earth was young.

"H-hello there friend," she said nervously. "You’re a good little elkie?" She backed up a bit.

[deaths-guardian]

"Still this brought you so much pain and that was the last thing I wanted." It replied, turning to look at Winona.

"While you talked with your parents, Life approached me and warned me that your living soul was in danger. Slowly the realm of Death sucks out the life of a soul that is not meant to be in the realm of the dead. To make things right." It explained.

"You… may have lost an hour of life back there…"

[winona-the-lovesick-blog]

An hour of life? She didn’t exactly understand what he meant—so to try to diffuse the sadness, she simply said: “it’s okay. I come back when I die, here.”

[deaths-guardian]

Frost smiled weakly. "Yes you will." It replied softly and then lowered down. "Death's gaze has moved on and calls me elsewhere."

[the-wayward-huntress-blog-blog]

A reminder: Just because our introduction thread died/got lost/was awkward/or boring doesn't mean I don't want to RP with you. It just means that some things don't need to be tied up all pretty at the end, and I'm okay with that. So please go ahead and jump back in any time you want with starters/reblogs/or asks. Thanks!

[deaths-guardian]

(bows respectfully) Can I brush your fur?

"I have seen pet owners do this to their furry companions." Frost said musing. "Is it good?"

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Yeah, he looked after an orphan and drank a river and killed a troll. Normal stuff.

But ANYWAY, yeah, I’d be worried if my invisibility cloak was on the fritz! How do you even fix an organic invisibility cloak? (lies on the ground, looking up at Frost) Does that make the soul-eaters visible too?

[deaths-guardian]

Frost smiled at that.

"No it’s just me. Though… if they land a hit on my while fighting they briefly can be seen as some of my clients told me."

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Man, that’s gotta be spooky! You’re just puttering around bein’ an old person and then suddenly (aggressively pantomimes) GIANT EVIL MONSTER THING GRAPPLING TO THE DEATH WITH A WHITE STAG and then it’s gone!

[deaths-guardian]

"Shocking may be a better word. The living mind is not able to comprehend these creatures. I'm sure if someone would look at them long enough that they would go insane." The Beast replied.

"Speaking of the devil..." Frost stared off into a corner and snarled. Flashing it's unusual predator like fang at what Bumblebee could not see.

[deaths-guardian]

(bows respectfully) Can I brush your fur?

"I have seen pet owners do this to their furry companions." Frost said musing. "Is it good?"

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Wow…

(bows) You do good work, sir! Lord. Thingy-who’s-important. Hircine? Frost? (continues to bow out of embarrassment) I’m not worthy!

[deaths-guardian]

"Please Bumblebee, stop. I’m nothing special." Frost replied. "Until a few days ago no one even knew that I existed."

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(pops back up) Which is weird, right? I mean, the multiverse is a weird place full of magic and junk, and I’ve still never run across a somebody like you!

Although I do know a story about a magic lion!

[deaths-guardian]

"It is weird indeed. And so far I’m also the only one of my kind who can bee seen." Frost said. "Occasionally and with me not in control of it." It added. "I worry a little about that."

"A magic lion?"

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Yeah, he looked after an orphan and drank a river and killed a troll. Normal stuff.

But ANYWAY, yeah, I’d be worried if my invisibility cloak was on the fritz! How do you even fix an organic invisibility cloak? (lies on the ground, looking up at Frost) Does that make the soul-eaters visible too?

[deaths-guardian]

Frost smiled at that.

"No it's just me. Though... if they land a hit on my while fighting they briefly can be seen as some of my clients told me."

[deaths-guardian]

(bows respectfully) Can I brush your fur?

"I have seen pet owners do this to their furry companions." Frost said musing. "Is it good?"

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Wow…

(bows) You do good work, sir! Lord. Thingy-who’s-important. Hircine? Frost? (continues to bow out of embarrassment) I’m not worthy!

[deaths-guardian]

"Please Bumblebee, stop. I’m nothing special." Frost replied. "Until a few days ago no one even knew that I existed."

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(pops back up) Which is weird, right? I mean, the multiverse is a weird place full of magic and junk, and I’ve still never run across a somebody like you!

Although I do know a story about a magic lion!

[deaths-guardian]

"It is weird indeed. And so far I'm also the only one of my kind who can bee seen." Frost said. "Occasionally and with me not in control of it." It added. "I worry a little about that."

"A magic lion?"

[deaths-guardian]

(bows respectfully) Can I brush your fur?

"I have seen pet owners do this to their furry companions." Frost said musing. "Is it good?"

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(Comb comb, Bee’s hands are mostly on autopilot now while he listens in, leaning forward in rapt attention.) What did you guard him from? Did you guard him FROM death? Or did you watch after him to, like, make sure he died, but the right way?

[deaths-guardian]

The Beast shook it’s head softly. “No and no. I do not protect anyone from Death, there is no reason for that and I am not part of the dying process.” It replied and turned around to look at the Transformer. “Death checks on the Living and whenever their gaze is upon a soul it attracts the attention of a lot of creatures. Most are harmless and can not reach the sould, but there are some that can.” It explained.

"They are vile creatures, scavenging scum that attack the soul and drag it where nothing, not even Death, can reach them. A fate far worse than anything else."

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(The combing stops, and Bee shudders in dread at the thought of the terrible creatures.) 

And you fight them off?

[deaths-guardian]

"Exactly:" The Beast replied with a nod. "It’s my and the other Guardian’s duty to protect the souls of the living while our master’s gaze is upon them."

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Wow…

(bows) You do good work, sir! Lord. Thingy-who’s-important. Hircine? Frost? (continues to bow out of embarrassment) I’m not worthy!

[deaths-guardian]

"Please Bumblebee, stop. I'm nothing special." Frost replied. "Until a few days ago no one even knew that I existed."

[winona-the-lovesick-blog]

The air chilled a little and not a moment later the elk like creature had appeared out of thin air, watching Winona intensely.

"Wahhh!" Winona cried, not expecting to see elk here. There were elk back home in Tennessee, that much she knew! But not here on the island. No Loa appeared as elk as far as she was aware…after all, elk were more of mountain creatures, weren’t they? They spread over into the east of Tennessee a long long time ago, when the earth was young.

"H-hello there friend," she said nervously. "You’re a good little elkie?" She backed up a bit.

[winona-the-lovesick-blog]

"D-don’t be sorry," she whispered back, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. "I wanted to see them again—to make sure that they knew I loved them. And to make sure that they’re okay."

She smelled the lumpy pines in the air. She was home.

"Wh-what happened back there?" She sniffled.

[deaths-guardian]

"Still this brought you so much pain and that was the last thing I wanted." It replied, turning to look at Winona.

"While you talked with your parents, Life approached me and warned me that your living soul was in danger. Slowly the realm of Death sucks out the life of a soul that is not meant to be in the realm of the dead. To make things right." It explained.

"You... may have lost an hour of life back there..."

[deaths-guardian]

(bows respectfully) Can I brush your fur?

"I have seen pet owners do this to their furry companions." Frost said musing. "Is it good?"

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(Comb comb, Bee’s hands are mostly on autopilot now while he listens in, leaning forward in rapt attention.) What did you guard him from? Did you guard him FROM death? Or did you watch after him to, like, make sure he died, but the right way?

[deaths-guardian]

The Beast shook it’s head softly. “No and no. I do not protect anyone from Death, there is no reason for that and I am not part of the dying process.” It replied and turned around to look at the Transformer. “Death checks on the Living and whenever their gaze is upon a soul it attracts the attention of a lot of creatures. Most are harmless and can not reach the sould, but there are some that can.” It explained.

"They are vile creatures, scavenging scum that attack the soul and drag it where nothing, not even Death, can reach them. A fate far worse than anything else."

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(The combing stops, and Bee shudders in dread at the thought of the terrible creatures.) 

And you fight them off?

[deaths-guardian]

"Exactly:" The Beast replied with a nod. "It's my and the other Guardian's duty to protect the souls of the living while our master's gaze is upon them."

[deaths-guardian]

(bows respectfully) Can I brush your fur?

"I have seen pet owners do this to their furry companions." Frost said musing. "Is it good?"

[the-scrappy-stinger]

I’m just not used to it. (He adjusts the brush to hold it by its sides and finds it a lot easier than trying to work the tiny little handle.) You know, maybe it’s just me and my super-big species, but I always thought that Death would be, like, taller.

[deaths-guardian]

The beast had guessed that much. It chuckled at Bee’s comment about Death’s height. “I am not Death. And actually we are pretty form and sizeless.” It said and closed it’s eyes. Without a further indicator it grew in size until it was just as big as Bee. “Which is why we can adjust to any size with ease.”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

WOAH! Neat! Wish my brush could do that, though…

(Bee forgoes the brush and combs through his fur with his fingers, instead.) 

If you’re basically formless, then why a stag?

[deaths-guardian]

"It was the first being I ever guarded. Well it looked a little different colorwise, but mos of me resembles the creature back then." Frost replied with a sentimental smile.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(Comb comb, Bee’s hands are mostly on autopilot now while he listens in, leaning forward in rapt attention.) What did you guard him from? Did you guard him FROM death? Or did you watch after him to, like, make sure he died, but the right way?

[deaths-guardian]

The Beast shook it's head softly. "No and no. I do not protect anyone from Death, there is no reason for that and I am not part of the dying process." It replied and turned around to look at the Transformer. "Death checks on the Living and whenever their gaze is upon a soul it attracts the attention of a lot of creatures. Most are harmless and can not reach the sould, but there are some that can." It explained.

"They are vile creatures, scavenging scum that attack the soul and drag it where nothing, not even Death, can reach them. A fate far worse than anything else."

[winona-the-lovesick-blog]

The air chilled a little and not a moment later the elk like creature had appeared out of thin air, watching Winona intensely.

"Wahhh!" Winona cried, not expecting to see elk here. There were elk back home in Tennessee, that much she knew! But not here on the island. No Loa appeared as elk as far as she was aware…after all, elk were more of mountain creatures, weren’t they? They spread over into the east of Tennessee a long long time ago, when the earth was young.

"H-hello there friend," she said nervously. "You’re a good little elkie?" She backed up a bit.

[winona-the-lovesick-blog]

Winona looked disheartened. She didn’t want to leave. Not so soon! Not while her family was there around her! She never wanted to leave.  Winona gave a pained look to her parents. Winona’s bother smiled bravely and but a hand on her shoulder—her skin was surprisingly warm for a dead woman. “Go, sweetheart,” she said gently. “It’s good to see you, but you have so much to live for. Besides, you don’t belong here. You’ve got so much ahead of you.”

At the comforting sound of her mother’s voice—something that Winona hadn’t heard in person for over a decade, tears began to roll. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to leave. "I just want to make you proud," Winona said, her voice choked with tears.

"Sweetheart we are proud of you,” her father replied, casting a warm smile of his own. “Every day. We’re always proud of you. Always have been, always will be. But your mother is right. You belong with the living.”

"But I’ll miss you!" Winona cried.

"And we’ll miss you too, darling," Winona’s mother replied, planting a warm kiss on her forehead, "but we’ll see each other again some day."

"I love you all. So much." Winona blubbered, before finding her way into her father’s strong arms, which held her tightly—as tightly as he was able to when he was alive.

"We love you too," he said, before taking the baby from his wife to allow her arms freedom for goodbye embraces.

"I love you, Mama," Winona whispered into her mother’s hair—it even smelled the same as it used to.

"I love you too, darling," her mother replied. "You really have grown into such a beautiful young woman."

"And you," Winona said, turning to look into the bundled face of her little brother, as warm and pink as babies are, "I’m so excited to get to know you, Ichabod."

"You will," Winona’s father assured, "but for now, you have to go."

With one final group hug, Winona stepped back over the threshold of her house, the cracks in the wood identical to those back home. It gave her a great sadness to leave her family so soon after reunion, after they had been ripped from her so cruelly in life. With a sad wave of her pale hand, Winona sat back down on Frost’s gently curved back, the tears still rolling. She let herself recline along the animal’s back, lying down as if it was more of a sofa than a creature. But the grief that she thought had been so long expressed was washing over her again. She missed them. She missed them so. Because not only was she robbed of any further happy experiences, they were gone, and she was completely, utterly alone.

The tears fell softly into Frost’s soft fur, Winona tried to force herself not to think about the nausea in her stomach. It was like she was nine again when she first lost her mother. She felt so alone, so lost in the world. But she had Frost to cling to. He would guide her, now. She just had to trust him and let him take over. That was all.

The door closed on her house, concealing the familiar faces of her family once again. At least they were safe inside.

[deaths-guardian]

Frost could not watch them say their goodbyes. It felt terrible that he had brought Winona into this situation in the first place. It had imagined that this would go very different, that they would have more time to spend and that it would no relight so much pain in Winona. It just wanted to help, bring a smile on her sad face, but now it felt like it failed.

Apart from the feeling of failure it also felt a terrible regret. It had endangered the one it swore to protect. It should have known that a living soul in the realm of Death it not safe. Had Life not stepped up to it and told it to leave then.... it didn't want to think about what could have happened. Not so much to itself, but to Winona.

A ping of relief briefly rushed over the Beast when it felt the extra weight of Winona on it's back. It did not wait too long to get up and hurry off. It didn't walk like before, it trotted and after a moment even galloped like something was chasing them.

They didn't have to make the journey back through the Afterlives this time. With a simple leap Frost with Winona on it's back crossed back into the realm of the living again. Landing there it slowed down again until it stopped.

"I'm sorry..." It whispered.

[sehrazet]

Froststag appeared out of nowhere in the corner of Siri's eye. It was watching the Migma with interest.

[Sorry this is late! Your character looks really interesting btw.]*Shivers, wraps her arms around herself because suddenly cold- wait what…?Blink…Turns to look at a… very unusual elk?With some sort of mental signature that was simultaneously indicating it to be there and… not. Like one second it definitely exists and the next she may as well be staring at air.Also, whatever that is, it’s not an animal.Juuust going to ping them and see if she gets a response.*::: Hello…? :::

[deaths-guardian]

Frost gave no response to the ping, but Siri's change of behaviour let it know that it was probably visible again. It flashed the female a friendly smile . "Hello." It said and started to come closer.

[divination]

[deaths-guardian]

(bows respectfully) Can I brush your fur?

"I have seen pet owners do this to their furry companions." Frost said musing. "Is it good?"

[the-scrappy-stinger]

I’m just not used to it. (He adjusts the brush to hold it by its sides and finds it a lot easier than trying to work the tiny little handle.) You know, maybe it’s just me and my super-big species, but I always thought that Death would be, like, taller.

[deaths-guardian]

The beast had guessed that much. It chuckled at Bee’s comment about Death’s height. “I am not Death. And actually we are pretty form and sizeless.” It said and closed it’s eyes. Without a further indicator it grew in size until it was just as big as Bee. “Which is why we can adjust to any size with ease.”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

WOAH! Neat! Wish my brush could do that, though…

(Bee forgoes the brush and combs through his fur with his fingers, instead.) 

If you’re basically formless, then why a stag?

[deaths-guardian]

"It was the first being I ever guarded. Well it looked a little different colorwise, but mos of me resembles the creature back then." Frost replied with a sentimental smile.