The Forest Holds Many Dangers

Mythology AU. Main muse is the purple naga, Vincent, but questions and rps are open for other characters (especially if they've got a bio) Banner and icon by @ridashippu M!A: None (Please read the Rules page)

[fioletowyfacet]

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The fierce criminal was halfway up a tree, clinging to a branch like a jaguar trying to nap. There were tools on the ground, in his sleeves, in his pockets, and tucked into the waist of his pants.

If it wasn't clear by now that he wasn't exactly sober, there was also an empty bottle of cheap vodka down there on the ground

He didn't seem to notice the other guy and was humming instead.

[mythologyvincent]

Vincent just stared up at the weirdo, wondering if he should keep watching or just walk off. Or maybe point out the hornet nest that was hanging on a nearby branch...

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

...Porfirio... didn’t do that. He managed to stand, stumbled sideways a single step, then stood tense in place -- neither leaving nor approaching -- and made an odd wheezing sound.

[mythologyvincent]

Several minutes passed, the only noise being the ever growing storm that was beginning to really pick up right outside.

Vincent's thin patience was gone now though and he suddenly half dragged himself out from under his blanket mound, either about to force Porfirio out or follow up on his earlier threat, when a loud boom of thunder forced a somewhat hasty reatreat back under the pile.

Several muffled curses followed as Vincent held his now ringing head. He hated thunder...

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

He shivered and inched back. It made him look prepared to disintegrate, or like he expected not to have ribs within the next five seconds, and it took him too long to avert his eyes. “N...no, I-- Th-they can be fixed, right? If you can’t going to do it, tell me what I can to do.”

[mythologyvincent]

"Wait it out," he snapped, retreating again, "Or maybe if you're feeling brave you kiss whoever you fell in love with and hope that snaps you out of being a lovesick puppy..."

[fioletowyfacet]

“I’m not in love,” he mumbled. “That’s why I had the blanket. I had it so I wouldn’t look at anyone.”

He fell very quiet after saying that and wrung his hands. Being invisible made his actual facial expression ambiguous.

[mythologyvincent]

The blanket mound was just as blank, especially since Vincent wasn't peering out anymore, but his voice was heavy with annoyance, "I'm not kissing you."

[fioletowyfacet]

"And I'm not kissing you!" he spat. "I don't want to and I don't need to!"

However, he stayed where he was, hiding under his own muddy invisible hoodie, digging his hands into the ground, thinking...

[mythologyvincent]

"Then GET. OUT. Of my cave."

[mythologyvincent]

He'd been staying at his father's old cabin, since no one really went out that far, to try to just. Hide and try to wait these accursed things out. Well...

Sometimes he was outside of the cabin. Mostly to stretch out, those tails were making everything such. A disaster inside. He could only really stay in and still those things for so long.

Today of all days was the most pleasant this week, though it had somewhat of a slight chill in the air there was warmth from the sun against the stones. Deciding to make his way to the lake to at least get a better sunning spot, the water would still be chilly for awhile.

He didn't take into account the chance he'd see the naga that had his heart.

Didn't really expect what he shouted at him either.

"JEG ER FORELSKET I DEG!!!"

Feeling his face rapidly burn hot as he moved to cover his mouth at those.... That confession. (("I'm in love with you")) Gods... He could die.

The naga jolted up from where he was sunning himself on a rocky outcropping, grumbling about noisy fae as he rubbed his head and looked around for the source only to pause and tilt his head as he spotted Aster at the shore.

He just stared at the blushing prince for the longest time, expression hard to read, but his gaze seemed to scrutinize Aster like a wizard did with his spellbooks.

Finally, "Love potion?"

[alien-witch-fangs-rp]

With his free hand, he'd waver it in a 'sorta' answer. Worsening his own blush at being. Well...

Honest.

The foxed prince was between his usual shut down of his own feelings and the love potion's effect of making him want to fawn lovingly over Vincent. Really hard to tell if the hammering in his chest was his actual feelings or the potion. He could only really hear the rawr of it in his ears. Legs stiff in the place he'd stopped to shout his declaration of love to the naga.

Keeping his hand secure over his mouth in anticipation of the next set of words to fall free. He hardly trusted them to be any less.

Loving.

The god in his head was quiet so far, probably overwhelmed by the noise of his beating heart.

[mythologyvincent]

Vincent's expression remained hard to read, but he suddenly waved for Aster to come closer, partially propped up on his tail.

He... didn't seem put off by the sudden declaration, even if it startled him from his nap. If the fact he could tell it was from a love potion was any indication, he must've felt some form of pity for the Prince's current misfortune.

[mythologyvincent]

gives the peep a bacon cheeseburher?

He immediately starts to tear into the meat patty. He doesn't appear satisfied just yet.

[mythologyvincent]

*Gives the nightmare peep an offering of seeds in the hopes of appeasing him*

The pink and bown puffball glares at the anon and hisses flapping his wings aggressively. The seeds are not enough.

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

He shivered and inched back. It made him look prepared to disintegrate, or like he expected not to have ribs within the next five seconds, and it took him too long to avert his eyes. “N...no, I-- Th-they can be fixed, right? If you can’t going to do it, tell me what I can to do.”

[mythologyvincent]

"Wait it out," he snapped, retreating again, "Or maybe if you're feeling brave you kiss whoever you fell in love with and hope that snaps you out of being a lovesick puppy..."

[fioletowyfacet]

“I’m not in love,” he mumbled. “That’s why I had the blanket. I had it so I wouldn’t look at anyone.”

He fell very quiet after saying that and wrung his hands. Being invisible made his actual facial expression ambiguous.

[mythologyvincent]

The blanket mound was just as blank, especially since Vincent wasn't peering out anymore, but his voice was heavy with annoyance, "I'm not kissing you."

[mythologyvincent]

He'd been staying at his father's old cabin, since no one really went out that far, to try to just. Hide and try to wait these accursed things out. Well...

Sometimes he was outside of the cabin. Mostly to stretch out, those tails were making everything such. A disaster inside. He could only really stay in and still those things for so long.

Today of all days was the most pleasant this week, though it had somewhat of a slight chill in the air there was warmth from the sun against the stones. Deciding to make his way to the lake to at least get a better sunning spot, the water would still be chilly for awhile.

He didn't take into account the chance he'd see the naga that had his heart.

Didn't really expect what he shouted at him either.

"JEG ER FORELSKET I DEG!!!"

Feeling his face rapidly burn hot as he moved to cover his mouth at those.... That confession. (("I'm in love with you")) Gods... He could die.

The naga jolted up from where he was sunning himself on a rocky outcropping, grumbling about noisy fae as he rubbed his head and looked around for the source only to pause and tilt his head as he spotted Aster at the shore.

He just stared at the blushing prince for the longest time, expression hard to read, but his gaze seemed to scrutinize Aster like a wizard did with his spellbooks.

Finally, "Love potion?"

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

He shivered and inched back. It made him look prepared to disintegrate, or like he expected not to have ribs within the next five seconds, and it took him too long to avert his eyes. “N...no, I-- Th-they can be fixed, right? If you can’t going to do it, tell me what I can to do.”

[mythologyvincent]

"Wait it out," he snapped, retreating again, "Or maybe if you're feeling brave you kiss whoever you fell in love with and hope that snaps you out of being a lovesick puppy..."

[mythologyvincent]

Your little kitty prince has had a love potion tossed at him

Would kinda suck if he saw anyone before seeing you, right?

The naga tilted his head, "You say that like potions don't wear off... plus, there's the fact that I know how Aster is with feelings..."

@alien-witch-fangs-rp

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

Porfirio stayed in the rain for longer than necessary, but then he swayed to his feet and trudged back like a zombie.

At the entrance to the cave, he stopped and stared at the naga... then flopped back onto the floor.

“I’m not scared of you, you know,” he muttered, huddled up in his equally-invisible hoodie. His face was smudged in a way that suggested tears. "You're not special."

[mythologyvincent]

"You aren't worth my attention," he spat back, glaring out from under the blankets again, "Go home and sulk, you aren't getting pitty from me."

[fioletowyfacet]

He snarled back, “I don’t want your pity! I have dignity! I want respect! Just because you’re so special doesn’t mean I’ll let you treat me like garbage! You and your...”

He dissolved into furious muttering and huddled up some more.

[mythologyvincent]

"I'm no more special than anyone else, same as you, Porfirio..." he half growled, "I'm not telling you again, either shut up and let me sleep or I will gut you like a skinny fish and hang you on a tree."

[fioletowyfacet]

Porfirio wrung his hands, then said in a low voice, “I can’t do anything to change your mind?”

[mythologyvincent]

There was a teeth grating screech as the naga presumably dragged his claws across the rocky floor, "What, exactly, do you expect me to do, Porfirio?"

Two pinpricks glared back at him from beneath the blankets again, Vincent's voice barely above a growl, "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better, hmm? Snap my fingers and magically make the effects go away? Curses and potions don't work like that!"

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

Porfirio stayed in the rain for longer than necessary, but then he swayed to his feet and trudged back like a zombie.

At the entrance to the cave, he stopped and stared at the naga... then flopped back onto the floor.

“I’m not scared of you, you know,” he muttered, huddled up in his equally-invisible hoodie. His face was smudged in a way that suggested tears. "You're not special."

[mythologyvincent]

"You aren't worth my attention," he spat back, glaring out from under the blankets again, "Go home and sulk, you aren't getting pitty from me."

[fioletowyfacet]

He snarled back, “I don’t want your pity! I have dignity! I want respect! Just because you’re so special doesn’t mean I’ll let you treat me like garbage! You and your...”

He dissolved into furious muttering and huddled up some more.

[mythologyvincent]

"I'm no more special than anyone else, same as you, Porfirio..." he half growled, "I'm not telling you again, either shut up and let me sleep or I will gut you like a skinny fish and hang you on a tree."

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

Porfirio stayed in the rain for longer than necessary, but then he swayed to his feet and trudged back like a zombie.

At the entrance to the cave, he stopped and stared at the naga... then flopped back onto the floor.

“I’m not scared of you, you know,” he muttered, huddled up in his equally-invisible hoodie. His face was smudged in a way that suggested tears. "You're not special."

[mythologyvincent]

"You aren't worth my attention," he spat back, glaring out from under the blankets again, "Go home and sulk, you aren't getting pitty from me."

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

Porfirio fumed in silence a moment longer, then shouted, “They gave me a love potion, you idiot! You understand, smart guy? You forgot what magic is?”

[mythologyvincent]

After a long period of silence, Vincent stuck his head out, looking very agitated and with quite the bedhead, "You're under the effects of a Love Potion, and you come to me of all people... Get out of my cave, Porfirio, before I make you."

[fioletowyfacet]

The way Porfirio jerked suggested he turned his head away and looked down. His voice cracked as he yelled, "And what? You expect me to tell a doctor? I'm supposed to tell him I was forced by voices to take magic juice that makes me invisible and stupid? I walked for hours! I fell into water!

"And you, you--" He stopped flailing to point, then let his arm slowly fall to his side. "You don't care."

[mythologyvincent]

"No I don't," he agreed, glaring at the muddy shape, "And just because I know how magic works, doesn't mean I can just snap my fingers and fix every little thing, especially when it comes to those grey faced gremlins. Now get out of my cave and let me sleep!"

Whatever limited patience Vincent could have for Porfirio was currently non existent. It was still cold and wet outside, and after stuffing himself with as much warm food as he could after hibernating, he just wanted to go back to sleep...

[fioletowyfacet]

Porfirio glared back. "You can't tell me what to do," he spat.

Then, shaking, he turned around and stepped outside, and shrieked.

He kicked a rock, flung the ashy remains of his cloak aside, and yelled. He hit a tree so hard that something cracked, then collapsed sideways on the dirt and made no effort to stand back up.

[mythologyvincent]

Of course, things could always get worse.

Moments after Porfirio finished his tantrum and threw himself onto the already damp ground, the overcast sky began to pour cold rain once more.

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

Porfirio fumed in silence a moment longer, then shouted, “They gave me a love potion, you idiot! You understand, smart guy? You forgot what magic is?”

[mythologyvincent]

After a long period of silence, Vincent stuck his head out, looking very agitated and with quite the bedhead, "You're under the effects of a Love Potion, and you come to me of all people... Get out of my cave, Porfirio, before I make you."

[fioletowyfacet]

The way Porfirio jerked suggested he turned his head away and looked down. His voice cracked as he yelled, "And what? You expect me to tell a doctor? I'm supposed to tell him I was forced by voices to take magic juice that makes me invisible and stupid? I walked for hours! I fell into water!

"And you, you--" He stopped flailing to point, then let his arm slowly fall to his side. "You don't care."

[mythologyvincent]

"No I don't," he agreed, glaring at the muddy shape, "And just because I know how magic works, doesn't mean I can just snap my fingers and fix every little thing, especially when it comes to those grey faced gremlins. Now get out of my cave and let me sleep!"

Whatever limited patience Vincent could have for Porfirio was currently non existent. It was still cold and wet outside, and after stuffing himself with as much warm food as he could after hibernating, he just wanted to go back to sleep...

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

Porfirio fumed in silence a moment longer, then shouted, “They gave me a love potion, you idiot! You understand, smart guy? You forgot what magic is?”

[mythologyvincent]

After a long period of silence, Vincent stuck his head out, looking very agitated and with quite the bedhead, "You're under the effects of a Love Potion, and you come to me of all people... Get out of my cave, Porfirio, before I make you."

[mythologyvincent]

Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.

"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."

The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.

Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.

[fioletowyfacet]

The ghost cosplayer adjusted his position slightly at the sound. “You! You, I know you’re here!” He waved the stick aggressively in front of him like he was trying to hit a piñata and took a step forward. “Get up! You need to fix this!”

[mythologyvincent]

A low grunt and grumble breifly interrupted the odd snore Vincent was making, but then it simply continued. The naga was in a heavy slumber, unconcerned about anything else, and more than likely couldn't care less about what Porfirio wanted him to 'fix'.

[fioletowyfacet]

He stood there a little longer, shaking, before throwing the stick as hard as he could and stomping closer (hopefully). “You can’t ignore me!” he shouted. “Listen, snake boy, I have better things to do than talk to you! Fix these ‘potions’ or I’ll make you into a purse!”

[mythologyvincent]

There was a dull thunk and clatter which was quickly followed by a very loud and violent hiss.

Two pinpricks of white glared out from under the mound, fixating on the sheet covered shape in front of him. Growling, Vincent didn't even deign Porfirio with a verbal response, he just set the sheet on fire and retreated under his blanket hoard again.

[fioletowyfacet]

Porfirio tried shielding his face with his hands before tearing off the flaming cloth. Unfortunately, even if he was covered in enough dirt to make it obvious where he was, he was still invisible.

After several long seconds, he wailed and kicked dirt in his direction. "You ruined it! You ruined it like you always ruin everything! This isn't fair!"

[mythologyvincent]

A rock was soon thrown at him as well, "I am trying to sleep! Go jump in the river, you smell like you haven't bathed in a week and were rolling in mud puddles."