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She nodded her head,”Today is rather delightful.”
The words just spoken hurt Panne more than she would’ve ever expected. As much as she reminds herself repetitively of why she does not favor the man-spawns so much, she dislikes the memory since she was merely an infant when her warren was slaughtered. She let out a quiet sigh to herself and tried to shake away the memory. Panne gathered herself and her emotions before replying. "You are not mistaken, man-spawn. in fact, you are now conversing with the last Taguel. Indeed we are a strange race of shape shifters, but the day you man-spawns caused my people to go extinct is nothing I will never forget."
"Y-you're the...last? The Taguels were still a thriving race in my time!"
The Prince could feel the beat of his heart cease. It was devastating to hear of a race nearing extinction. He could not even begin to comprehend the burden. "I'm sorry. I truly am. When war struck, I can't say that I've seen their presence on the battlefield. Though, it was not their war to fight. I'm not sure when the genocide struck, but it surely wasn't something I stained my hands with." He placed a hand across his heart. Marth saw a vision of his parents flash before his eyes. He too had to bare with being one of the last members of his royal family, along with the chance of the great Falchion never having a wielder again if he was to die.
pierce your falchion through my heart lucina. just do it now.
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"If you believe by your actions of helping my travels around the city would prove that pure hearted man-spawns exist, then so be it."
"Well then. Let's be on our way, shall we? This day is far too lovely for us to just be standing here of all places."
"I know this is unethical to say to someone before proper introduction, but you remind me of someone I've seen only few times. When I was younger, there were many different faces that gathered to greet my father. One of them were a group of...hmm, what was that name? Taguel? No...perhaps I am mistaken? Oh well. It's nothing you should fret over. They were a strong race of shape shifters. I was never graced to see them in action, but I have heard many stories of them."
overexertion! [ca open]
How long had it been since Chrom had been out for some good old fashioned training? Ever since he had been here, he couldn’t help but notice a considerable lack of exercise in his daily routine. Which was off putting for him, seeing as he had drills to run every morning back in Ylisse. But now? He felt he was getting sluggish.. old age could not possibly sneak up behind him like this! No.. he needed some exercise. Sword swings, runs, stretches, the entire package! No more resting like this, now would be the time to train!
Taking his Falchion outside to a nearby park with little to no bystanders, at least with none too close to him, Chrom would start to his daily exercises, which involved a few swings and twirls of the blade. His precision was still right on key, and he hadn’t slowed down as much as he thought.
" Not bad considering how long it’s been.. but I should probably exercise more properly..! "
With his swings getting more intense in motion, you could practically hear the wind being sliced in two by the cold steel. It was no wonder how this man had managed to lead an entire army henceforth. It was good getting the adrenaline rush going, but fate would have other plans for his training. Due to either sheer bad luck or misfortune, someone decided to be a lazy litter bug and place a banana peel that happened to be in Chrom’s movement path.
Losing footing, Chrom began to tumble, and with the weight of the Falchion practically launching him forward, the poor crown prince found his head stuck in the hollow trunk of a nearby tree.
Ylisse’s Might, ladies and gentlemen.
The lack of productivity in the air must have been spreading like wildfire. Ever since the Prince arrived in the large city, he quickly identified the differences between the foreign land and his kingdom. There were no wars, nor kingdoms in which Kings and Queens hailed. Training did cross his mind, but the lack of reason to even lift a dagger practically devoured his interest.
Marth approached the almost deserted park on his daily stroll. The presence of the trees and flowers put him at ease on lonesome days such as those. He didn't expect to see anything else in particular besides the occasional oddly dressed individual, but boy, was he in for a surprise. The sight of the Falchion wielded by the stranger left Marth with a gaping mouth.
He longed for his weapon ever since it was first confiscated, and now it was in the hands of another skillful wielder. But how could this be? He only knew of one other person within the city with a Falchion identical to his, unless...
"H-huh? Hey! Are you alright, sir!!?"
The Prince hurried to the stranger, knowing that he probably had a mouth full of dirt. He had his own fair share of topples from a conveniently placed banana peel.
"My curiosity is getting the best of me and I desire to explore the city, but the man-spawn here kill the curiosity I hold."
"Pardon me, but I couldn't help but to have overheard you. Maybe I could serve as some usefulness towards your exploration? Hopefully, I could properly represent some of the pure hearted "man-spawns" in this large city."
FE詰め込み#3 by sk
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Hi! Marth-mun here! Just posting this as both a reminder to myself and as an inquiry for those of you I've tagged. I currently have one on-going thread and I'm looking forward to doing more on Marth now that I've been freed slightly from work and exams. I want to have the opportunity to thread with other FE roleplayers in Citta since so far I've only done about four. If any of you want to thread, please don't hesitate to send me an ask! I was originally planning on making a mini for you all, but either is fine. ;)
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wow marth u work those heels and dress and dance moves.
i kno gurl do u kno how long it took me to lern that?