Angel, Descended

#adaroaunga #thanks for being patient #muse was in hibernation for a while.

Once safely below deck, Solomon showed Knox to a comfortable living area, and flipped the light on. “Keep the covers down over the portholes,” he said, moving into the bedroom that sat off to one side. “They’re sealed good and tight right now, but even a crack of light could alert others out on the water. As he redressed, he continued talking. “You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen. I know some need to… refuel after something like that.”

Finally redressed in another set of dark clothes, Solomon moved back out into the living area. “Once you’re feeling better you’re welcome to come back up… or you can rest and wait until I’ve got the boat back to port.” The adaro moved back towards the door and the stairs that would take him up to the deck, then hesitated. “I am… interested to hear your story, Knox… but you shouldn’t feel obligated to tell me. When the time comes, the choice is yours.” Then, with an understanding smile and a brief nod, Solomon headed back up to man the camera and make certain they still managed to get what they came for tonight

Knox nodded slightly before slumping a bit against the wall. “Thank you so much” he replied. “I just need to sit down for a bit.” he replied. He had never attempted what he did to lift out of the water. This feeling was more than tired, it was a more drained feeling. But coming down here and resting, it was helping. “I just need a few minutes.” he replied “I will, thank you” Knox made a mental note to wash and return whatever clothes he borrowed tonight. This man, he was going out of his way, above and beyond the scope of their objective tonight. Perhaps he could trust him with a version of his truth. “As am I. And I am the same. You don’t have to tell me more than you wish to.”

When he was left alone, he slowly pulled his pants and shirt off. He was going to hear about this when he got home tonight. Sighing, he found a shirt and some pants that relatively fit. Finally sitting on the bed, he slumped, rubbing the back of his neck, tracing the lines of his tattoo, the minuscule glyphs patterned into the feather design. “What a night” he muttered to no one. Helping himself to a bottle of water and a granola bar, he made his way back up to where the other man was. “Thank you” he whispered.

faithfulhound

In a New York Minute ~ Knox & Gelert

Central Park had always been one of Gelert's favorite places...almost since its opening in 1857. To him it was a fascinating place to simply walk and watch things happen. And it was large - something which worked well for him when he wanted to slip quickly or easily into his canine form - like now. During the busier times of the day it was easy to simply become "someone else's dog". He'd play it so that the humans all thought he was with someone else - less likely that anyone would call animal control that way.

Although his large size always intimidated at first, it was never long before people saw how friendly and harmless he was - wanting to pet and play with him. Gelert enjoyed times like that, especially when he was without a Master. He could pretend that all of these people belonged to him...and that he belonged to them, too. In an odd way, everyone in the park became his to protect, to keep happy - when a child was lost, he became their guide; if he saw someone in danger, he did his best to help.

On this particular day, the canine was enjoying a game of frisbee with a family who'd just finished up a park picnic. The father would send it whooshing through the air and both Gelert and their young children would go chasing after it. At one point, as they raced, the girl tripped, falling hard. He immediately stopped to see to her, not considering that her brother was still chasing the frisbee until he heard the frantic cries of their parents. Looking up, Gelert saw the child headed for the street, where the toy had come to rest, as a truck barreled down on him. Instantly he was running as fast as his long, gangly legs would carry him, bounding out into the street just in time to push the boy out of the way.

Although the vehicle tried to stop, brakes squealing, it still sent the dog rolling across the pavement. Coming to a halt, Gelert immediately looked to the boy - making sure he was alright. He tried to rise and go to the child, but collapsed in unexpected pain. With a soft whine, the canine watched, his vision blurring, as the driver got out to check on the child, parents arriving soon after. The pain was getting worse, but he couldn't transform here, he needed to find an alley or a copse of trees. The humans were moving towards him now, and his eyelids felt so heavy. They slipped closed as a hand ran carefully through his coat, and Gelert could only hope they would take him somewhere...safe.

#faithfulhound #its been so loooong

“I’m not sure my legs need any more stretching,” the blond teased, standing up on his tiptoes and allowing a branch to brush the top of his head. “But walking through the woods with you sounds great.”

Gelert nodded in agreement at his friend’s words, smiling softly. “All of my memories of you are nice,” he couldn’t help saying. “And I’m excited to make even more of them. We’re going to make this a weekend to remember.”

When the nephilim started listing off fishing needs, Gelert grinned. “Well… we could. But you don’t need a rod to fish, and I usually don’t carry one around with me. Even the collapsible ones are a bit of a handful. So I’m gonna show you the ‘roughing it’ way.” He paused, a slightly worried look crossing his features. “Uh… if that’s okay? Promise we’re not using ‘mad ninja skills’ to catch them with our hands or anything. I usually just make a hand line, but if I’m going to be in an area for awhile, there’s this cool trap you can make with some bait, string and a water bottle. I figured we’d just use hand lines for now, if that’s alright?”

Knox couldn’t help but flush at the comment. Alone in the woods with Leo. Smiling back he truly turned red. All the memories. Oh boy, that charm. It was hard to resist, especially out here in the woods. “Oh...yes...me too.” he managed to say “Wow, I never thought of it that way.” It made sense, not being unencumbered by possessions. “Its okay. I guess I was channeling the outdoors channel or something. Bucket hat, vest and things.” he chuckled. “But yes, its okay. I am ready to learn.” Glancing at the supplies. “So what do we need?” he asked.

roleplayers-ink

A quick and easy plotting guide

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

scribbly-blue-hearts

Blue’s Feathers and Wings Compendium: Standard Wing Shapes

Part 1 [Standard ]| Part 2 [Atypical] | Feather Markings | Tail Feathers

I have expanded the traditional 4 types; Highspeed, Elliptical, Low Aspect and High Aspect ratio, because they were very narrow and vague categories for the most part, adding High Energy, Thermal Soaring, Night Glider, and Passerine wings. I feel that these extra types make it easier to understand and visualize the differences and similarities between wing shapes.

I’ve renamed Low Aspect to Powered Soaring, and High Aspect to Dynamic Soaring for the purposes of the fact that names made it hard to understand purpose and were easily confusable.

A lot of these wing types are also affected by tailfeather shape and size, and that will change their agility and energy expenditure as the tail also generates lift.

Disclaimer: This is in no way intended to be an academic dissertation or proposal, do not treat it as such. It is purely for art and writing references for others, to aid description and inspiration.

#wings #feathers #angelic mode #angel #angelkin #Knox's wings #power soaring #angel wings #wings of fire #wingspan

deactivated-blog

Send “👋” if you want to RP with me but have been too shy to approach.

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Wave”)

notsocommonnow

Hell of a Town ~ Knox & Carradoc

#notsocommonnow #sorry it took so long #my muse has been quiet lately

The dragon couldn’t deny the swell of pride he felt as he watched the expressions shift across Knox’s face. His clutch truly was magnificent. Admittedly, his stomach clenched when Knox questioned the number… and then quickly relaxed again when he said he sensed more. “I… more?!” That sent his heart fluttering for entirely different reasons. Twins were rare beyond rare among dragon-kin. Some clans even shunned them as bad omens, but if it was true, Carradoc couldn’t be happier. “That’s wonderful news!” Even better than hearing that Knox did, indeed, sense life inside each one.

One by one, he very gently lifted each egg out of its heated nest, turning them gently in his hands, giving the nephilim time to look each one over. “I… have been waiting for so very long…” he murmured softly to the other man. “Long enough that I’d begun to worry it would never happen… that they’d been damaged somehow…” His voice cracked and the dragon stopped talking to collect himself. “Thank you for doing this… I’ve asked so much of you already…”

“One more, six faint inklings” he said with a bit more certainty. He was unsure how dragon hereditary and breeding functioned. Was this an uncommon occurrence? Either way, his dragon companion seemed pleased. His words were true. He felt a spark of life in each egg. Faint, but already complex. As each egg was lifted out, he took an extended look at each one’s facet. Focusing on that complex and faint energy, he concluded his examination. He heard the man murmur, trying not to get lost in the whiff of emotions that emanated from him. “You don’t need to thank me. We are friends and I always help my friends.” Turning back to the eggs, he smiled. “Each one is alive. Each one is already so dynamic, I am not sure how long it will take for them to hatch but from what I am sensing, you will have your hands full with little ones.”

itsallaboutthepentiums

Baying of the Hounds || Knox & Ronnie

#itsallaboutthepentiums #SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER #agh!

He dipped his head. He knew about hiding in a crowd. Best way to ditch the cops. “Heh, yea.” he blushed. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Running, turning the corner and meshing into a crowd before making sure his lifted items were still stowed away in his pockets. “Who knows, if he doesn’t pan out, we may find something else or another lead all together.” he continued. He nodded again. “Yea, we have to leave just enough breadcrumbs that they can figure out where we are leading them to. We can’t use any seemingly unlawful or supernatural methods to confirm our findings.” The spring rolls came and he thanked the server before turning back to Ronnie. “Drones would definitely be noticeable. Cops tend to fine people who use them.” he replied. “I would like to look at the neighborhood again just in case I missed something.” He thought for a moment. “House could be risky, neighbors may notice something. A base would be nice. I don’t want to put you in any situation or place you feel uncomfortable. A neutral place would be good. Somewhere mundane, not out of the ordinary for either of us. “

A Strange Mage || Geralt X Knox

#whitehairedbutcher #its okay #sorry it took so long #been going through some stuff

My, he was an dour man. That and trite. He had already answered the question. What more did he want? More coin? He would get paid plenty when the job was done. This ifrit was a rare being on the Continent. The raw materials he could extract would enhance his spellcraft and potionwork immensely. The witcher wouldn’t understand. He didn’t need to know. “And currently the money is with me.” he replied “And the name is Knox,Geralt.” Smiling a bit at the joke, he continued to walk, taking in the forest trail. Quiet, sans for the rustling of the wind and small sounds of the wildlife. “Love, no, business, no. The ale, oh no no no.” he laughed. “Study, skill development, and the pursuit of magecraft. Life at court is predictable, once this rumor surfaced, it was a fine chance to expand my knowledge.”

“Now, has that satisfied your persistent curiosity?

awitcheveryotherday

Life is Accidental || Knox and Gail

#sounds good to me #he would have gone home to visit his mum #awitcheveryotherday

She seemed so strange, but not strange. Gail. He wondered what made her so distant, not fully engaged with him. Yet, she didn’t push him away outright. That was good right? This wasn’t some long game deception right? “Thanks Gail, for understanding.” he replied. She always respected his space. When he needed a break from people or when his glow was particularly bad. She was a true friend, in every sense of the word. He noticed her flush. Had he overshared? Oh dear, he just didn’t know how much was too much information at times. “One day, maybe.” N.E.W.T.S The mere mention of the word made his stomach quiver. These exams would help guide his future. He needed to do well in Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Charms, Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts. A long list. Best get to it. “Potions, okay. He had done alright in Potions, passing his O.W.L barely making an O. Jeez how would he get this all mastered.

A Strange Mage || Geralt X Knox

Geralt followed the mage, leading Roach behind him. He gave a small nod at the introduction. Though he made note of the name provided, a not-so-small part of him wondered if it was the mage’s real name or simply an alias given to avoid revealing too much personal information.

“It seems my reputation has preceded me.” The witcher wasn’t surprised the mage already knew his name. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Knox had referred to him as the Butcher of Blaviken, either. Though, he was glad the moniker hadn’t come up. “Either is fine. You’ll find I’m not one to easily take offense.”

“Tell me, mage. How did you learn about this ifrit? And why are you not capable of handling it with your magic alone?”

It was his real name. Not that it meant much. A bastard son of a mage he was,he had taken his mother’s name as his father’s was a mystery. It had not stopped Knox though, he was a full fledged mage. He had been for decades. His life was his own and he was to live it. “Indeed.” he replied calmly. This man, pale white hair, gruff demeanor of course, he had a reputation. Blood, death, he was a butcher, a murderer a hunter. Knox could not judge. Magecraft was not without its darker intentions. “Knox.” he corrected then sighed. For one who didn’t ask questions, he was asking far too many for his liking. “Rumors mostly.” he replied. He couldn’t tip his hand so quickly. He had seen this monster through the flames. “But I found them to be true and here we are.” he chuckled. “As I have mentioned before, I have dealt with beings from the Plane of Fire but nothing this mature or this strong. My elemental magics are strong but this being requires more might than I am able to provide.” “Does that answer your question Witcher? Perhaps I can ask why are you in this region of the Continent? The pickings are slim.”

A Strange Mage || Geralt X Knox

Geralt gave a small nod to the mage’s greeting before starting off towards the area in which he had left Roach. Travel wasn’t a problem, the witcher had traversed the world many times over in his lifetime. Traveling by magic was another matter, however. Witchers possessed the capabilities to utilize a few simple spells. Oftentimes Geralt had this combat magic to thank for saving his life during a hunt. But allowing a mage he’d only just met to portal him closer to something as powerful as ifrit? That was definitely going to take some convincing.

“Let’s just take it a few hours at a time.” Geralt gave the mage a sidelong smile from beneath his hood. With Roach’s reins in hand, the witcher waited for the mage to lead the way.

Suspicious. It was plain to see. Of course he wouldn’t want to portal. Knox was no fool, the famous White Wolf would not go down without a fight. He didn’t have a deathwish. This would be most amusing. Almost fun. Even with the possible death factored in.

“As you wish Witcher.” he replied with a small, crooked smile. Knox took a few steps out from the town, hoping the witcher and his steed would follow. “Oh my manners, I have yet to give you my name. Knox. Knox Caulfield.” he said over his shoulder. “Should I call you Witcher? Or Geralt? I don’t want to offend.”

New year, new love

Shirt unbuttoned and strewn on the floor, he embraced her tightly, taking in her warmth. He kissed her neck, taking in her sweet scent.

#rosedespleurs

everythingisevident

please reblog or like this if its cool to make friends with you

nctinmotion

Source: This

A Strange Mage || Geralt X Knox

Geralt leaned back, satisfied that this mage would be able to contribute to the fight now that he had some hint of his power. Now, the only question that remained was why this stranger was hunting an Ifrit. But, the Witcher wasn’t the type to question those soliciting his services. With a decisive grunt, Geralt finished his grunt with one long gulp. “Tomorrow.” As the next day donned, the Witcher stood by the town gates in the morning fog. The hood of his shawl cast a shadow upon his face and his unnaturally slow breath fogged in the chill air as he waited for the mage to arrive.

A slight nod. Excellent. He did notice a bit of suspicion from the witcher about their prey. No matter, as long as he did as agreed to, he would be paid. Knox finished his drink. The next morning came as most mornings did. The mage dressed calmly, in sturdier fare than he had the previous night, trousers, a shirt made of rough looking yet soft fabric and hooded coat. His simple breakfast mostly finished, he gathered his things then made his way to the gates. “Good Morning Witcher.” he called approaching the man. “Pardon for my tardiness. According to my information, it was last sighted no more than a day’s travel from here. Once we are closer, I can portal us to its proximity. Does that sound acceptable?” he asked adjusting his pack slung about his shoulder.

adaroaunga

~ Salvage What We Can ~

As soon as they were back on board, Solomon shifted back into his human form. “Mm… I wouldn’t wonder. Come… let’s get you to a couch below deck. You can lean on me… or I can carry you. Your choice. Once you’re settled, I’ll go back to check on the camera.” After he’d grabbed another set of clothes, of course.

The adaro knew they needed to talk… but the job the two of them had promised to do came first. Other people were counting on the footage they managed to get tonight. “After we’re finished here, we should… discuss some things.” He tried not to make the words sound ominous. “Just so we’re on the same page?” That’s it - keep his tone light… amiable. He knew his form alone could be an intimidating thing, and Solomon didn’t want Knox to think he intended him any harm now that their knowledge of each other had changed.

“Yes...please” he said a bit winded. “I can walk.” He grunted a bit as they walked towards the lower decks. “Yes, the camera.” They couldn’t forget why they were here. This has to go well. “Yes.” he muttered, trying to sound better than he felt. “That would be a good idea.” He smiled weakly, trying to but the other at ease. This was very very odd and he needed some context. Now how to explain the whole my father is an angel thing.

#adaroaunga

A Strange Mage || Geralt X Knox

Seems he finally gained the witcher’s full attention. “Nothing you say? Its like impossible, but many things that have happened were impossible. Negates the word.” he explained going a bit off tangent. Finally taking a sip of his drink, he listened as the white haired butcher leaned in. “Nothing this large, but yes.” he replied calmly.

His eyes glowered a bit, hinting at red, white, green, and blue. “I will not be an inconvenience. So do we have a deal?”

Before the other could answer, he nodded. “Tomorrow. At the town gates?”