If I Am One, Three, And Two Twice Over, Who Am I?

@iammosias

Answer me this, and I will answer you

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Honestly, Rick Rolling is the best practical joke ever. Like, there’s nothing offensive or mean spirited about it. It’s just like “Oops you thought there would be something else here but it’s ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’.” which isn’t even a bad song. It’s fairly enjoyable to listen to. There’s no jumpscares, no screaming, no ill will. Just Rick Astley telling you he’s never going to give you up. I think that’s great. “You fell into my trap! Here, listen to this completely benign song that will have no negative effect on you.”

I wish this were true. There’s a really good article about the problems inherent with rickrolling here.

#I clicked on it #goshdarnnit

I am not mouse

You're all little mice to me, but I only have one mouse, and her name is Emma.@immortalpoptart

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti woke up a little while after the memoriws had been placed within his mind. He blinked a few times, a yawn leaving him as his ears twitched. He stretched a little, his tails beginning to sway before he shook himself. The fake memories of the day before began to play in his mind and he shifted back to his human appearance, glancing over to see Mosias there…

In terrible shape.

“M-Mosias?” Anti murmured, concern evident in his tone. He reached over to gently shake him. The energy that was usually radiating in waves from his Guardian was now very dim, almost like a candle on the verge of being blown out. It was incredible the amount of power that drained from him in one night.

Anti glanced down at the ring on his finger and determination settled. He was going to find a way to fix this.

“I’m gonna fix this, I promise,” he said, carefully lifting the other into his arms so he could carry him, not even knowing where to begin his search.

Mosias had retreated into the far corners of his mind after he collapsed, he could barely concentrate on anything, even in his mind space. He could hear faint whispers around him, some chittering, yelling, or sobbing. Memories he had shoved out of his head so far that apparently, they ended up here.

He curled in on himself and tried to block out the voices, but they only seemed to get louder. Bit by bit, wisp by wisp, Mosias started falling apart. Not mentally, at least not yet.

More like falling apart at the seams in the literal sense.

The voices were getting more insistent now, swirling around him and trying to get his attention

He didn’t want to get up, he didn’t want to open his eyes, he didn’t want to listen and reflect on his life choices.

He. Just. Wanted. To. Sleep.

There was one voice that stood out above the rest, loud yet also soft...

M-Mosias?

Was that Anti? Had he woken up already? Mosias had rested long enough, he had to wake up, for Anti.

Mosias struggled into an upright position, he felt shaky and tired. Fog was starting to spill in around him, which was odd because he most certainly did not do that himself.

I’m gonna fix this, I promise,

Fix what? What was... Is Anti trying to touch him? Wait, no... he was carrying him.... How though? Why was the fog.....

Mosias crumpled back down as the fog grew heavier. He wasn’t sure if it was the fog that was holding him close or Anti, but either way, he felt warm.

Please just let me sleep.

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

rp-starters-ask-box-fillers

What do you think about my portrayal?

👎 - it’s not good

👇 - not that bad, but definitelly could use some improvement

👌 - it’s ok, but there’s some space to improve

✋ - your character’s personality is too bland

🤞- your character’s appearance is too simple (not unique/they have very common traits)

✍ - I’d love to know more about your muse’s backstory

✌ - your character has engaging personality

🤘 - your character has unique, interesting appearance

👊 - I like the way you portray your muse

👍- your portrayal is great

👏 - others should learn from you

🤙 - can you teach me how to portray my muse that well?

#anybody?#ask away!

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti was a bit hesitant but eventually caved into the firm tone Mosias held. He sighed, slouching. “Alright, fine,” he murmured before letting his body shift back to that of a massive wolf, which was much easier to see now that he was by the light of the fire.

He stood up, shook himself, then replaced himself to his back was to the fire, keeping him warm. He curled up, resting his head on his forepaws as his tails curled around him, bright green eyes drooping a bit.

Mosias hummed as he watched Anti shift back into his Beast form and snatched a blanket for Anti to lay down on so that he could sleep comfortably. Once Anti was settled, Mosias sank to the ground next to him and closed his eyes, relaxing against the Beast’s warm fur.

He waited until he could hear light huffs coming from his Beast before he reopened his eyes. After checking that Anti was definitely asleep, he placed a shadowy hand over the Beasts eyes and concentrated on the memories of what just happened.

“Forget” Mosias whispered. Slowly, he retracted his hand, pulling a small sphere of light with it.

Mosias contemplated simply obliterating the memory, it would make things easier.

And yet…..

It wouldn’t be fair to Anti if he did that, even if Anti wouldn’t remember, Mosias felt it’d be wrong to take the memory away completely.

With a sigh, Mosias directed the light into Anti’s ring, sealing it away inside one of the fragments. The stones shone brightly for a moment before settling back to a more subtle glow.

Mosias fell back in pain, removing the memories had used up a lot of his power. It’d come back soon, being a simpler spell, but he was weak enough as it is…

With a groan, Mosias sat up and leaned against Anti. He didn’t have the time to rest, he needed to replace the memories before Anti woke up, energy be damned.

It was going to be a very long night.

Anti slept relatively peacefully, completely unaware of what was going on or the fact that Mosias was messing with his memories at all. He remained asleep through the whole process, curled up by the fire as though nothing was going on at all. And he remained so for the entire night, only moving slightly here and there to change positions a little bit.

It was almost dawn by the time Mosias finished fabricating a new memory to give to Anti, and he was shaking like a leaf.

That is not to say that the memory would be terrifying, far from it in fact.

It started with Anti looking around Mosias office, and almost breaking the Stone when Mosias caught him….

Anti was wandering around the house when he noticed that Mosias’s study had been left unlocked today. He knew he should just keep walking, but Mosias had been working a lot in there, Anti just had to know what secret project his Guardian was working on this time.

After opening a few drawers, Anti found a small black box that was just barely larger than his palm. He curiously looked inside it and found a rather pretty gem inside.

The gem was mostly green, but faded to dark blues and browns in some areas, and was on a thin gold chain. Anti swung it around carefully, admiring the way the stone would glint when it caught the light, when suddenly…

“What are you doing in here?!” he heard Mosias shout, Anti jumped and let go of the chain.

The stone flew through the air, straight towards the far wall, Anti dove to catch it but he fell short.

Luckily, Mosias caught it before the stone met the wall.

“What are you doing in here, Anti?!” Mosias demanded again, swiftly gliding closer to Anti.

“I… I’m so sorry Mosias, I…” Anti bowed his head in shame, he knew he had no good reason to have gone in his Guardian’s study. He went too far this time.

“Get. Out.” Mosias seethed, glaring at Anti.

Anti obliged, and quickly ran out of the house to the woods. Shifting into his wolf form, Anti sought out an empty cave and huddled inside. Hours passed and it got really cold, but no matter how much Anti wanted to go home…

He was afraid that he wouldn’t be allowed to.

Eventually, he heard faint calls of his name, slowly growing closer until...

“Anti? Anti are you in here? Please come out, I’m so sorry for telling you to leave. I didn’t mean for you to leave the house, just my study... You are in here, aren’t you?”

Anti buried his snout beneath his paws, seriously considering staying in the cave until Mosias left.

But it was cold, and it would only be getting colder.... Plus Mosias did sound pretty upset...

Anti stood up and shook some of the dirt from his fur before padding out of the cave and closer to Mosias. His Guardian looked down at him, not surprised in the least that Anti had come out on his own.

“There you are, pup.” Mosias murmured, stretching a smoky hand down to pet the beast. “Let’s go home now, alright?”

And so they did, Mosias was doing his very best to make sure that the new memories were as close to the truth as possible, going offtrack would waste more energy than he could afford to lose right now.

After seating himself close to the fire to warm up, he looked up to see Mosias sitting across from him holding a small red pouch.

“I’m sorry, again, for yelling at you, Anti.” Mosias admitted quietly. “I know you get curious sometimes about my projects, but this one was especially important and I didn’t want you to spoil it for yourself.”

Anti scrunched up his face in confusion, what did his guardian mean by... spoiling it?

Mosias laughed when he saw Anti’s face before tossing him the red pouch.

This time, Anti wasn’t saved from his clumsiness and dropped it as he tried to catch it. A small ring tumbled out of the opening and laid on the ground, the stone glinted in the fire light, was it...?

“That stone you found?” Mosias said, nodding at the ring that Anti had yet to pick up, “It was for a gift, for you. I spent a lot of time searching for that stone, it’s one for channeling power. I put a bit of my own in it, you can use it to find me whenever you need to.”

Anti quickly picked up the ring and slid it onto his finger, the green and blue stones glowed faintly at him.

“It can do other things too,” Mosias mused, eyeing Anti as he lifted his hand and pointed the ring at a nearby couch cushion. Almost immediately, said cushion burst into flames.

Mosias laughed as Anti jumped back, “You’ll figure out how to use it properly in time, I’ll add it to your training. How about we get to bed now, okay? It’s been a long day for the both of us.”

“Thank you, Mosias. This ring is...... amazing, I hardly feel worthy enough to-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, pup. You’re worth it to me, now let’s go to bed, okay?”

Anti grinned and followed Mosias upstairs, ducking into his room after thanking his guardian again.

Today had been a good day.

Mosias hissed as he dragged himself away from the memory he had just finished molding. Anti would wake up soon, he had to put the memory in quickly before he ran out of strength.

Speaking of.... How the heck would he explain to Anti exactly why he was so weak?

He could of course, lie and say that he just felt like being pocket-sized today. But if he had to do this again....

Mosias swayed as his vision started swimming, if he kept deliberating for much longer....

Well, there wouldn’t be much to deliberate anymore, would there? Hurriedly, Mosias stuffed some more information into the memory. He didn’t have time to create an entire scene for it, hopefully Anti would accept it the vague details without question and be ready to help in the morning...

Mosias slumped completely onto the ground after he transferred the memory back to Anti, watching as the light faded away.

Mosias too, began to fade ever so slightly. He was smaller than he was when he Anti fell asleep, and now he was a few shades lighter than usual.

Hopefully, Anti would wake up soon.

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti was a bit hesitant but eventually caved into the firm tone Mosias held. He sighed, slouching. “Alright, fine,” he murmured before letting his body shift back to that of a massive wolf, which was much easier to see now that he was by the light of the fire.

He stood up, shook himself, then replaced himself to his back was to the fire, keeping him warm. He curled up, resting his head on his forepaws as his tails curled around him, bright green eyes drooping a bit.

Mosias hummed as he watched Anti shift back into his Beast form and snatched a blanket for Anti to lay down on so that he could sleep comfortably. Once Anti was settled, Mosias sank to the ground next to him and closed his eyes, relaxing against the Beast’s warm fur.

He waited until he could hear light huffs coming from his Beast before he reopened his eyes. After checking that Anti was definitely asleep, he placed a shadowy hand over the Beasts eyes and concentrated on the memories of what just happened.

“Forget” Mosias whispered. Slowly, he retracted his hand, pulling a small sphere of light with it.

Mosias contemplated simply obliterating the memory, it would make things easier.

And yet…..

It wouldn’t be fair to Anti if he did that, even if Anti wouldn’t remember, Mosias felt it’d be wrong to take the memory away completely.

With a sigh, Mosias directed the light into Anti’s ring, sealing it away inside one of the fragments. The stones shone brightly for a moment before settling back to a more subtle glow.

Mosias fell back in pain, removing the memories had used up a lot of his power. It’d come back soon, being a simpler spell, but he was weak enough as it is…

With a groan, Mosias sat up and leaned against Anti. He didn’t have the time to rest, he needed to replace the memories before Anti woke up, energy be damned.

It was going to be a very long night.

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti listened intently, genuinely interested in what Mosias was explaining. He was fascinated by it, to be completely honest, though the final comment left a pang in his chest once more. His gaze lowered to the ring on his finger, which he then traced with the thumb of the opposite hand before covering it up.

Yeah, he definitely fucked up bit time.

“So… You were gonna leave…” Anti then murmured, gnawing on his lower lip gently. He suddenly had the urge to just run again. To shift and let himself run for miles without turning back, knowing nature was the only thing in his life that wouldn’t leave.

Mosias winced and tried to reassure his Beast, “Well, I would have needed more than just the stone, things here aren’t as powerful as what I’m used to.”

“Anti, please… You must understand, I haven’t been home in a very long time. I may not have many that I care for anymore there but… It’s still home.”

“Besides,” Mosias sighed, “I need to go home, if only for a short visit. The longer I’m here, the weaker I get. Eventually, I may never be able to return to my world ever again.”

Anti blinked before nodding. “S'okay, I understand,” he assured, looking up and giving Mosias the smallest of smiles. Sure, it hurt to think that he was going to leave, but he understood. After all, it’s not like Anti wasn’t used to being alone for long periods of time.

“So… If its broken… Then how do ya get back?” He questioned, feeling more worried now than anything. If being in this world made Mosias weaker, then what would happen if he stayed too long?

Would something happen to him? If so, then Anti would essentially be the one to blame.

Mosias deflated, a lot. He made himself as small as he felt at that moment, almost child-sized.

“I…. I don’t know Anti,” he said, voice cracking. “I don’t know…”

Anti watched Mosias deflate and felt the weight of everything beginning to crush him. This was his fault. Entirely his fault. Mosias couldn’t get back home and it was his fault. Mosias could be getting weaker and it was his fault. Mosias was genuinely upset and it was his fault.

Anti’s hands came up and he rubbed his hands over his face then brought them into his hair, gripping it. He stared at the floor in silence, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I get why people say I’m a fuck up now,” Anti muttered bitterly before sucking in a breath. “I’m gonna find a way to get ya back home. When mornin’ comes, I’m not sleepin’ ‘till I do. I don’t care what it takes,” he stated firmly.

“Anti, this isn’t your fault, alright? You aren’t a fuck up, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Mosias said softly, drifting closer to the Beast.

“We’ve both had a long day, we can discuss this further in the morning, okay? I promise I’ll let you help, right now I just want to you to sleep.” He said tiredly, but firmly.

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti listened intently, genuinely interested in what Mosias was explaining. He was fascinated by it, to be completely honest, though the final comment left a pang in his chest once more. His gaze lowered to the ring on his finger, which he then traced with the thumb of the opposite hand before covering it up.

Yeah, he definitely fucked up bit time.

“So… You were gonna leave…” Anti then murmured, gnawing on his lower lip gently. He suddenly had the urge to just run again. To shift and let himself run for miles without turning back, knowing nature was the only thing in his life that wouldn’t leave.

Mosias winced and tried to reassure his Beast, “Well, I would have needed more than just the stone, things here aren’t as powerful as what I’m used to.”

“Anti, please… You must understand, I haven’t been home in a very long time. I may not have many that I care for anymore there but… It’s still home.”

“Besides,” Mosias sighed, “I need to go home, if only for a short visit. The longer I’m here, the weaker I get. Eventually, I may never be able to return to my world ever again.”

Anti blinked before nodding. “S'okay, I understand,” he assured, looking up and giving Mosias the smallest of smiles. Sure, it hurt to think that he was going to leave, but he understood. After all, it’s not like Anti wasn’t used to being alone for long periods of time.

“So… If its broken… Then how do ya get back?” He questioned, feeling more worried now than anything. If being in this world made Mosias weaker, then what would happen if he stayed too long?

Would something happen to him? If so, then Anti would essentially be the one to blame.

Mosias deflated, a lot. He made himself as small as he felt at that moment, almost child-sized.

“I.... I don’t know Anti,” he said, voice cracking. “I don’t know...”

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti listened intently, genuinely interested in what Mosias was explaining. He was fascinated by it, to be completely honest, though the final comment left a pang in his chest once more. His gaze lowered to the ring on his finger, which he then traced with the thumb of the opposite hand before covering it up.

Yeah, he definitely fucked up bit time.

“So… You were gonna leave…” Anti then murmured, gnawing on his lower lip gently. He suddenly had the urge to just run again. To shift and let himself run for miles without turning back, knowing nature was the only thing in his life that wouldn’t leave.

Mosias winced and tried to reassure his Beast, “Well, I would have needed more than just the stone, things here aren’t as powerful as what I’m used to.”

“Anti, please... You must understand, I haven’t been home in a very long time. I may not have many that I care for anymore there but... It’s still home.”

“Besides,” Mosias sighed, “I need to go home, if only for a short visit. The longer I’m here, the weaker I get. Eventually, I may never be able to return to my world ever again.”

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

“O-Oh…” Anti murmured, his gaze slowly trailing back down to watch the fur on his tails. His ears were still pressed down, a dead giveaway of his current mood.

The demon remained silent after that, just sitting cross-legged with the shadows cast by the flames dancing over his hunched figure. His fingers resumed their combing of the dark fur, guilt rising in his chest and making his heart feel like it was sinking.

He wasn’t surprised that he had majorly fucked up. When did he not?

Mosias carried on, despite noticing the change in the Anti’s aura.

“When you shattered the stone, the power split into each fragment. It’s virtually unusable now. Most turned to dust and infused themselves into the floor board, but others….”

Mosias picked up the small pouch and tossed it to Anti.

“Consider this a promise that you can always trust me, alright? Now it’s your turn, ask me anything you’d like and I’ll answer honestly.”

Anti jumped a little as the pouch was tossed his way, reflexes bouncing into action as he caught it. His brows furrowed gently as he felt something inside the pouch, his curiosity once again getting the best of him. With a small tug, Anti opened the pouch and spilled its contents into his hand, eyes widening as the little ring came out.

“What….?” He breathed out in awe, setting the empty pouch in his lap as he lifted the ring to inspect it closely. It was beautiful and Anti was instantly in love with it. He recognized the small fragment of the stone. “That’s amazing… Thank you…”

His attention was then pulled away from the ring at Mosias’ next words and he slipped the ring onto his finger, admiring it as he thought.

However, he was entirely unaware of another presence lurking around their home, eavesdropping.

“Where are ye really from? Why did ya keep the stone? Were ya plannin’ something?” Anti asked with a tilt of his head.

Mosias chuckled, “I suppose you weren’t invited to the Knighting Ceremony, were you? All you know about me is that I simply appeared one day, yes?”

Mosias stood and turned to look out the window, watching as clouds were pushed in front of the moon by the howling winds outside.

“Tell me Anti, have you ever considered parallel universes? Ever wondered if yours was the parallel to another’s rather than the other way around?”

“Pretty much,” Anti muttered under his breath, eyes following Mosias’ form as he stood and walked to the window. His ears began to rise from his hair, twitching gently. “Parallel universes? Well… It probably crossed my mind at some point in my life, but it’s not somethin’ I’ve really thought about in depth… Or recently,” he admitted, brows furrowing gently.

“Is that where yer from? A parallel universe?” He then inquired.

Mosias scoffed. “Far from it, pup. It’s your world that’s a parallel, not mine. They say that parallel universes are infinite, always spreading outwards every time someone is faced with a choice. And while this is very true, to expand means that it must have a core. ”

He turned back to look at Anti, the heart’s fire reflecting in his glassy white eyes. “I am what is called an Original, I come from the very heart of all world’s. Where you can see the very magic of the world all around you.”

Mosias nodded at the ring Anti now wore, “And that Stone was supposed to be my ticket home.”

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

“O-Oh…” Anti murmured, his gaze slowly trailing back down to watch the fur on his tails. His ears were still pressed down, a dead giveaway of his current mood.

The demon remained silent after that, just sitting cross-legged with the shadows cast by the flames dancing over his hunched figure. His fingers resumed their combing of the dark fur, guilt rising in his chest and making his heart feel like it was sinking.

He wasn’t surprised that he had majorly fucked up. When did he not?

Mosias carried on, despite noticing the change in the Anti’s aura.

“When you shattered the stone, the power split into each fragment. It’s virtually unusable now. Most turned to dust and infused themselves into the floor board, but others….”

Mosias picked up the small pouch and tossed it to Anti.

“Consider this a promise that you can always trust me, alright? Now it’s your turn, ask me anything you’d like and I’ll answer honestly.”

Anti jumped a little as the pouch was tossed his way, reflexes bouncing into action as he caught it. His brows furrowed gently as he felt something inside the pouch, his curiosity once again getting the best of him. With a small tug, Anti opened the pouch and spilled its contents into his hand, eyes widening as the little ring came out.

“What….?” He breathed out in awe, setting the empty pouch in his lap as he lifted the ring to inspect it closely. It was beautiful and Anti was instantly in love with it. He recognized the small fragment of the stone. “That’s amazing… Thank you…”

His attention was then pulled away from the ring at Mosias’ next words and he slipped the ring onto his finger, admiring it as he thought.

However, he was entirely unaware of another presence lurking around their home, eavesdropping.

“Where are ye really from? Why did ya keep the stone? Were ya plannin’ something?” Anti asked with a tilt of his head.

Mosias chuckled, “I suppose you weren’t invited to the Knighting Ceremony, were you? All you know about me is that I simply appeared one day, yes?”

Mosias stood and turned to look out the window, watching as clouds were pushed in front of the moon by the howling winds outside.

“Tell me Anti, have you ever considered parallel universes? Ever wondered if yours was the parallel to another’s rather than the other way around?”

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

“O-Oh…” Anti murmured, his gaze slowly trailing back down to watch the fur on his tails. His ears were still pressed down, a dead giveaway of his current mood.

The demon remained silent after that, just sitting cross-legged with the shadows cast by the flames dancing over his hunched figure. His fingers resumed their combing of the dark fur, guilt rising in his chest and making his heart feel like it was sinking.

He wasn’t surprised that he had majorly fucked up. When did he not?

Mosias carried on, despite noticing the change in the Anti’s aura.

“When you shattered the stone, the power split into each fragment. It’s virtually unusable now. Most turned to dust and infused themselves into the floor board, but others....”

Mosias picked up the small pouch and tossed it to Anti.

“Consider this a promise that you can always trust me, alright? Now it’s your turn, ask me anything you’d like and I’ll answer honestly.”

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti removed his forepaws from his eyes, seemijg indecisive for a moment before he finally caved in. He stood slowly, shaking the dirt from his fur before slowly stepping forward to the opening of the cave. With the natural light now hitting him, three prominent scars could be seen going over Anti’s face. His ears were still flat against his head and his tails tucked between his hind legs.

No matter how much a part of him wanted to run for it, he remained still, eyes locked on Mosias.

Mosias sank down to Anti’s eye level, not blinking once. He carefully stretched out an arm to touch the beast’s neck, marveling at how soft his fur was, and yet…

“You’re cold… Do you want to come home with me tonight, or would you rather that we camp out here? I’m not leaving you Anti, not until you hear me out. Alright?”

Anti’s ears only moved enough to twitch here and there, mostly the torn one that was more sensitive to the cold winds. As Mosias reached out to pet him, he relaxed just the slightest bit, releasing a small sigh. He definitely was cold and didn’t really want to stay out any more than necessary at this point.

’Home,’ Anti used the mental connection to convey the single word.

Mosias hummed and tentatively ruffled the fur on Anti’s head before pulling him close. The cave and the forest faded away and was soon replaced with the entrance to a large house.

The doors swung open and Mosias hurried Anti inside, leading him over to the fireplace.

“Alright Anti, you know I’m not angry with you, but first I want you to tell me what you were doing in my study. You know it’s off limits unless I’m in there with you.”

Anti walked in, sitting by the fireplace and letting the warmth of the flames dance over his fur. His tails laid beside him, flickering gently as the warmth latched onto his body.

He listened to Mosias, his body then shifting back to its regular appearance though keeping the appendages.

“Was bored… Lonely… ’M always curious ‘bout what ya keep in there because its off limits. Was jus’ lookin’ ‘round ‘till I saw the pretty gem…” He mumbled, grabbing his tails and beginning to comb the fur out.

Mosias nodded slowly.

“Curiosity killed the cat you know,” he teased. “I suppose it’s a good thing you aren’t a cat.”

Mosias carefully pulled out the red pouch and held it on his lap, “That gem was far more than pretty, it was a relic. One of a kind in fact, have you ever heard of the Cintamani Stone, Anti?”

Anti let out a small huff of a laugh at the other’s comment. His eyes remained on the fire for a few moments before looking up st Mosias with apologetic eyes.

“No, never heaed of it,” he shook his head gently. “’M…. Sorry I broke it…” He then murmured, guilt eating away at him now.

Mosias sighed and placed the pouch on the side table beside him. “Alright, how about the Philosopher’s Stone, hmm? Both of these stones represent similar things, power. Power to live forever, in the case of the Philosopher’s Stone, but The Cintamani can.... grant wishes in a way.”

“The point is that it holds an ancient magic tied to this world, it fell from the heavens and was supposedly lost forever. I needed that Stone, Anti. I know you didn’t mean to break it, I startled you and this is on me. But if you had just asked first...”

He sighed again and glanced at the pouch, “I suppose it couldn’t have been helped...”

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I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti removed his forepaws from his eyes, seemijg indecisive for a moment before he finally caved in. He stood slowly, shaking the dirt from his fur before slowly stepping forward to the opening of the cave. With the natural light now hitting him, three prominent scars could be seen going over Anti’s face. His ears were still flat against his head and his tails tucked between his hind legs.

No matter how much a part of him wanted to run for it, he remained still, eyes locked on Mosias.

Mosias sank down to Anti’s eye level, not blinking once. He carefully stretched out an arm to touch the beast’s neck, marveling at how soft his fur was, and yet…

“You’re cold… Do you want to come home with me tonight, or would you rather that we camp out here? I’m not leaving you Anti, not until you hear me out. Alright?”

Anti’s ears only moved enough to twitch here and there, mostly the torn one that was more sensitive to the cold winds. As Mosias reached out to pet him, he relaxed just the slightest bit, releasing a small sigh. He definitely was cold and didn’t really want to stay out any more than necessary at this point.

’Home,’ Anti used the mental connection to convey the single word.

Mosias hummed and tentatively ruffled the fur on Anti’s head before pulling him close. The cave and the forest faded away and was soon replaced with the entrance to a large house.

The doors swung open and Mosias hurried Anti inside, leading him over to the fireplace.

“Alright Anti, you know I’m not angry with you, but first I want you to tell me what you were doing in my study. You know it’s off limits unless I’m in there with you.”

Anti walked in, sitting by the fireplace and letting the warmth of the flames dance over his fur. His tails laid beside him, flickering gently as the warmth latched onto his body.

He listened to Mosias, his body then shifting back to its regular appearance though keeping the appendages.

“Was bored… Lonely… ’M always curious ‘bout what ya keep in there because its off limits. Was jus’ lookin’ 'round 'till I saw the pretty gem…” He mumbled, grabbing his tails and beginning to comb the fur out.

Mosias nodded slowly.

“Curiosity killed the cat you know,” he teased. “I suppose it’s a good thing you aren’t a cat.”

Mosias carefully pulled out the red pouch and held it on his lap, “That gem was far more than pretty, it was a relic. One of a kind in fact, have you ever heard of the Cintamani Stone, Anti?”

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I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti removed his forepaws from his eyes, seemijg indecisive for a moment before he finally caved in. He stood slowly, shaking the dirt from his fur before slowly stepping forward to the opening of the cave. With the natural light now hitting him, three prominent scars could be seen going over Anti’s face. His ears were still flat against his head and his tails tucked between his hind legs.

No matter how much a part of him wanted to run for it, he remained still, eyes locked on Mosias.

Mosias sank down to Anti’s eye level, not blinking once. He carefully stretched out an arm to touch the beast’s neck, marveling at how soft his fur was, and yet…

“You’re cold… Do you want to come home with me tonight, or would you rather that we camp out here? I’m not leaving you Anti, not until you hear me out. Alright?”

Anti’s ears only moved enough to twitch here and there, mostly the torn one that was more sensitive to the cold winds. As Mosias reached out to pet him, he relaxed just the slightest bit, releasing a small sigh. He definitely was cold and didn’t really want to stay out any more than necessary at this point.

’Home,’ Anti used the mental connection to convey the single word.

Mosias hummed and tentatively ruffled the fur on Anti’s head before pulling him close. The cave and the forest faded away and was soon replaced with the entrance to a large house.

The doors swung open and Mosias hurried Anti inside, leading him over to the fireplace.

“Alright Anti, you know I’m not angry with you, but first I want you to tell me what you were doing in my study. You know it’s off limits unless I’m in there with you.”

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I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

Anti removed his forepaws from his eyes, seemijg indecisive for a moment before he finally caved in. He stood slowly, shaking the dirt from his fur before slowly stepping forward to the opening of the cave. With the natural light now hitting him, three prominent scars could be seen going over Anti’s face. His ears were still flat against his head and his tails tucked between his hind legs.

No matter how much a part of him wanted to run for it, he remained still, eyes locked on Mosias.

Mosias sank down to Anti’s eye level, not blinking once. He carefully stretched out an arm to touch the beast’s neck, marveling at how soft his fur was, and yet...

“You’re cold... Do you want to come home with me tonight, or would you rather that we camp out here? I’m not leaving you Anti, not until you hear me out. Alright?”

#rp #http-anti #anti #mosias

I wish that I'd never met you in my life!

Anti stood frozen, everything slowing down as the words bounced off the walls of his mind. His eyes lost any spark, any light, and his expression fell completely. It took a few moments for him to remember to breathe and when he did, it was a big and slow intake, fill in his lungs.

“Then forget me,” was all he said before glitching away, leaving them behind in silence.

It was pretty late when Mosias finished his apology gift, the stone had just enough pieces to be fused into a smaller stone that would fit in on a ring. The band of the ring was made mostly from the old chain itself, thin and weaved intricately around with small blue stones to add accents to it.

Mosias carefully deposited the ring into a small red pouch before pushing out of his office. He was tired, emotional days like these were truly draining, but he wouldn’t go home yet, not until he found Anti.

He closed his eyes and focused on Anti’s aura, having become accustomed over the past few years. He could never hate Anti, the beast was young and curious, he wasn’t to blame for snooping.

Slowly, Mosias faded from view and reappeared at the edge of a cliff not too far from a forest. Hopefully Anti was alright and hadn’t gotten too far yet.

Anti had shifted into his wolf form, finding that it dealt with the cold much better than the more human form. His massive body was curled up in a ball at the back of the cave, his tails coming around him and head resting on his forepaws. His scars stuck out against his pitch black fur, glowing green hues being the only thing visible to the human eye. Two ears were flat against his head, one pointed and the other one half ripped.

The wind was strong, whistling past the entrance of the cave and Anti whimpered softly, watching the leaves rustle outside.

Mosias sighed as he glided through the forest unheard. He still hadn’t found Anti and it was starting to get really late, and even if he couldn’t feel the wind, he knew it would only get stronger tonight, and Anti would most definitely be feeling it if he stayed out here any longer.

He was afraid to call his name though, Anti may try to run off if he heard him.

So Mosias stayed silent, surveying the forest as he hurried along, eventually he came across a cave. It was large enough for someone to take shelter in, and probably looked inviting enough to anyone stuck out in this weather.

Mosias took a moment to make himself as large as possible, blocking out the exit to the cave. If Anti was in here…… He didn’t want him to try and leave before he could explain himself.

“Anti?” He called out quietly, “Anti, are you in here?”

Anti watched Mosias’ figure approach the cave. He remained where be was, not making any sounds as the cave was darkenes further with the other’s form taking up most of the space at the entrance. Anti just curled up further, another whimper leaving him as he then placed his forepaws over his eyes.

He was not happy at all at the moment. Not in the slightest.

Mosias sighed when he didn’t hear anything, perhaps Anti had was somewhere’s else after all...

Just before he turned to leave the cave, he heard a whimper coming from the back end of the cave. His hopes risen once more, Mosias moved a few paces closer.

“Anti? Please, I can hear you in here. I just want to talk, I promise you I’m not angry.... Please come out Anti... Please....”

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