Oh, what fun little toys..

Roleplay blog of OC, Selena Sakamoto / Puerignis [Affiliated with Wishful Crossing | Open to outside RP]

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      She personally couldn’t care less about the events the gods were putting into place. They were more often than not annoying to deal with, and ended in her being irritated or humiliated in one way or another. Aside from that, she was still angry about being drowned, and how it still affected her around certain bodies of water. She’d planned to stay inside with Leo and not bother with the festivities, but..upon finding an egg after returning from a hunt.. She realized it was most likely impossible. They were going to involve her in this, one way or another.

      She could sense even before it hatched that something was going to be different about this egg--sure, it held life just like any other egg..but inside wasn’t going to be the standard chick or duckling. Inside, she could sense something that was..almost like her, in some respects. Now interested, she remained by the egg as often as she could, looking for any signs that it may hatch, soon..

      Finally hearing scratching, cracking, and small..noises--which, undoubtedly, were a far cry from any sounds a creature from the Aves family would make--she first leaned away from the creature that emerged..before becoming rather captivated by it. This creature was some form of spirit..of which kind, she had no idea, but in a way, she felt a sort of kinship with it. If that weren’t enough, she was even able to hear a tiny voice through her demon telepathy..it seemed as though this creature, upon seeing her, believed her to be its mother.

“--?! Hah?!”

      Her cheeks flushed at the idea, and at a thought that quickly passed through her mind--the idea that maybe she could fill in for such a role? Her only experience with parenthood came from the example her father had set for her--which was, to say the least, terrible. Sighing to herself, she decided in that moment that if she were to act as this creature’s...mother...she would have to do a much better job than her father had ever hoped to. Step one was to make sure her new..child..didn’t go hungry.

“...Come, then. Though it does not taste as good as freshly hunted meat, we must feed you something..and there is packaged meat in the fridge.. We can go hunting, tomorrow.”

      Carefully scooping up her tiny, infant wendigo, she carried them into the kitchen, and was surprised how much she had to feed them before they slowed their consumption..but never quite seemed full, despite how tiny they were in comparison to the intake.. Truly, this was going to be difficult.

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           Leo was surprised to find that she was crying, considering Selena was one to hide her true feelings, much alike himself, it sent a jolt of guilt to the pit of his stomach. It was his fault she was crying; he had caused it, one of the only people he desperately didn’t want to see cry, to be hurt by him. He had done this before, scared her when he should be making her happy instead. 

          He wants to comfort her somehow, to tell her that it’s okay and he won’t scare her ever again. But he stumbles over his own words as soon as he starts; he’s awkward with words and even more awkward with actions, having only really had to comfort Elise when she was a young child, and he knew that if he comforted Selena how he did his little baby sister, she would feel more patronised that reassured. So instead he settles for patting her hand instead, running his thumb gently over her hand as he kept his eyes locked on his lap until she moved to sit beside him instead. 

          The mage lets her keep talking until she’s finished, and only then does he raise his gaze to look steadily back at her, meeting her eyes and trying to crack a small smile. It makes him happy that she cares for him so much, that she’s willing to protect him. He’s never really had someone like this before, other than his siblings, but it feels much more special than that. It makes heart beat that little bit quicker. But he doesn’t want to be protected, he wants to be the one to protect her, to keep her safe from danger ( as much as he could protect an actual hellhound, that is ). But to do that he needs to fix himself first, needs to stop scaring her when he disappears or doesn’t eat. So instead he looks back at her with a gentle smile, stands up to go and wait in front of her. 

               “ Thank you, Selena. I’m sorry, I really am.. I keep scaring you and I don’t mean to. I- I don’t want to. It’s far from what I want to do, quite the opposite really. I m-mean, I don’t like seeing you sad is all.. I really care about you as well. ”

          Having stumbled through his sentences, he was able to say the last part clearly, firmly, and he lets out a small, nervous laugh as his hand raises to pet Selena gently on the head. 

      Her eyes follow him when he stands, brow creasing slightly in confusion. Staring up at him, she takes her turn to listen to what he says, a dusty pink lighting her cheeks as what he says sinks in. She was glad that..at least some of her feelings for him were confirmed to be mutual, but her heart pounded as others begged to be proclaimed.

“Wh--hey..!”

      At first, feeling him pet her on the head caused her blush to darken significantly, and she almost pulled away. A hound as she was, she was used to associating the petting to something much smaller and weaker than she was. Not only that, but experience lead her to know that she secretly enjoyed it, and her actions following were..embarrassing, in a way..around certain people. It was why she so often refused to allow the Seer to pet her.

      This was, however, not him. This was someone she trusted, and cared about. This was someone she could be comfortable enough with that she could allow them to see and know how she really felt about things. Sucking up her pride, and with her blush now covering most of her face, she bites her lip and..leans up and into his hand.

“.........Only you.”

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      She stares at the mixture of sweet and disgusting gift the gods had given to celebrate a holiday she particularly hated. Though she was tempted to offer them to someone else, the fact that there was a possibility that she could give him a disgusting flavor...left her to instead leave it where it sat. It wasn’t like she could eat something with so much sugar in it anyway--not unless she wanted to make herself seriously sick..

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

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’ I MET A PUPPY ONCE THAT WAS HALF GERMAN SHEPHERD, HALF TEACUP CHIHUAHUA. AND ALL I COULD THINK WAS…HOW DID YOU HAPPEN? ’

“Eh? I was aware that humans sometimes breed dogs with highly different genetics, but..that is, by far, the most extreme case I have heard. Do you have a picture of it? I am curious...”

      Unless the teacup chihuahua was the father of the puppy, she could only feel bad for the tiny dog. It certainly didn’t seem like it would have been a fun time.

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"I just got here. I haven't had a chance to screw anything up yet." (Pi-chan)

“You have been here before, have you not? Or are your memories not intact?”

“Regardless, refrain from acting the same as certain superpowered idiots on these islands, and perhaps you will continue not screwing anything up.”

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magiavode :

          His memories had fully come back now; he remembers everything about her, their time together, and his feelings towards the certain hell-hound. But, instead of feeling happy about it, all he feels is an overwhelming sense of guilt. He had left her behind on that mountain when he went to find Corrin; left her alone with nothing but his cape, even though he knew something dangerous was to befall them at any time. 

         So he hadn’t attempted to find where she was yet, in case she felt nothing but anger at him for leaving her behind like that. He’s spent every moment of his time on this island with his books, trying to drown his guilt and homesickness away with every word. It almost worked, until he feels arms around him from behind and a face pressed into his neck. 

          It surprises him at first, and he almost jumps up and out of her grasp, tempted to pull away and flinch back. But he feels the heat from her and sees the flash of red hair and instantly relaxes. He lets out a sigh of relief - she’s not mad at him, she doesn’t hate him. She’s here with him now. 

         Leo’s never been one for words, but even still, he gently places his own hands over the ones wrapped around him and closes his eyes. 

          “ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for leaving you. I… I missed you. ” 

      There were few people that she would let see her true emotions--even fewer who she would let see these particular ones. Feeling his hands resting on hers, she struggled to hold back the quickly overflowing wetness in her eyes, body and breathing somewhat shaky as she hid away her face, her usual mask no longer being enough to keep the world from seeing her express her feelings.

“Moron.. Do you realize how terrifying it was to wake up, and not find you there? I could not track you--I never found you.. You were the one person I wanted to save from that nightmare, and yet you..I..”

      She takes a moment to swallow and try to compose herself, one hand pulling away to wipe at her face, before she pulls away completely and moves to sit at his side.

“I..I am afraid.. I am afraid of losing you, again. You are very important to me, Leo..I.. I...”

      This wasn’t the right place or time. Still, she found herself desperately searching for the right words. This was as far as she’d gotten before with sharing her true feelings with him, but..a much deeper fear kept her from surfacing the rest of them.

“I...care very much about you, and your well being.. I..pray that we never find ourselves in a situation like that, again, but.. Should it happen, please..let me come with you. Let me protect you, when you are in danger, or if you plan to go somewhere that could be dangerous..”

      It wasn’t what she wanted to tell him, but it was all she’d say unless something changed to provoke the truth.

“...I missed you, too.”

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      She prayed this would be the last time she’d ever have to get on a boat and travel across the water. Though she was grateful that it meant she was able to travel and live with the person she wanted to, and it wasn’t like water would hurt her.. She wasn’t fond of getting wet..and if the gods decided they wanted to drown her, again, there wasn’t anything or anyone to stop them.

      Moving quickly off of the boat the second it reached the docks, she made her way to the house she’d be sharing with two others. As it is technically now also her home, she doesn’t bother to knock--and instead simply walks in before following her senses to make her way to one other resident in particular..

      ...She stands silently outside the room where he currently resides, thinking of what she should greet him with--or if she’ll say anything at all. Her memories had returned with the full extent of her powers, but..within those memories was something painful.. She’d forgotten her last memory of him--constantly moving to safer areas as they delayed the inevitable, until she woke one morning with his cape draped over her, and he was gone.

      Debating with herself for what felt like hours, she finally enters the room--silent. Quieter than the dead, she makes her way to where he sits, leaning over the back of his seat to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his neck. She’d decided to let actions rather than words tell how much she’d missed him.

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      She’d done her best to find them a temporary shelter. With how quickly the world was falling apart, she knew they’d have to be moving soon, but.. If they could stay somewhere and rest even temporarily, she would be grateful. Doing her best to stay awake and keep watch, the combination of colder weather and lack of recent hunting left her feeling more fatigued than usual, and she quickly fell asleep--for a longer period of time.

      Eventually waking, she was a little confused to find Leo’s cape draped over her. Smiling, she sits up, a soft chuckle escaping her.

“Were you perhaps worried this weather and its temperatures would begin to take a toll on me, Leo? Or were you simply being--”

      Looking over her shoulder, she stopped mid-sentence at the realization that he was no longer there. Where had he gone? Even his scent seemed to have faded slightly, as though he had been gone for some time, now..

“...Leo?”

      Quickly standing and scanning the surrounding area for any sign of his presence, a feeling of dread began to rise from the pit of her stomach, and wasted no time running off, attempting to follow his lingering scent or pick up the sense of his soul. It was dangerous for him to be out here--the brats had taken to destroying everything in sight, Corrin had lost himself to some unknown power, and others were steadily joining in the chaos and destruction. She wanted to protect him, to shield him from the chaos for as long as she could. Leaving the temporary safety of their shelter would leave him vulnerable, especially without her there to protect him.

“Leo! Where have you gone? Answer me!”

      She hadn’t felt this frightened since the day he’d nearly stopped breathing due to prolonged neglect of sleep, food, and water. Panic slowly setting in, she picks up speed--breaking into a sprint as she clutches his cape and searches for him in every way she knows how.

“Dammit--LEO! Where are you..?”

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      Those fucking brats.. She’d worked hard to get herself that castle, and of course, one of the Rowdyruff brothers just had to add it onto his list of things to destroy..

      Looking around at the immense amounts of damage and chaos that had taken place on the island, however... It was starting to look more and more like Hell. That being true, there was one person she didn’t want to experience this, if at all possible..

“Leo..we need to find somewhere to get away from this. The more other residents join in the case, the less safe it will be for y..” she clears her throat--that was close. “The less safe it will be.”

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“Of all the things...”

      Were they really bringing back this stupid tradition? If she had to be caught under one of these plants with someone, there was only one person she wanted it to be. Giving a sigh and leaning down slightly, she prepared for what was to come.

“Shall we get this over with?”

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Unlike the last time he saw Selena in the community center, Seven is now back to his usual self, save for dark circles beneath his eyes. Aside from this, it’s almost like the conversation never happened when he smiles and waves her over. 

“Hey, Puerignis! Or, Selena…which one do you prefer? I’ll commit it to memory.” 

      It had been a while since she’d last seen Seven--the first time being during one of the goats’ simulation games. At that time, she’d comforted him after things went downhill in the game. Seeing him now, he seemed to be in a much brighter mood--though she did notice the dark circles under his eyes. Had he not been sleeping well?

“Oh? Hello again, Seven. It has been a while..how have you been? Are you adjusting well to island life?”

“I do not necessarily hold preference to which name you call me by, but.. In the event an exorcist were to arrive on the island, again, it may be safer for you to not call me by my real name.. I trust you will keep it a safe secret, as well, should one ever arrive?”

      Of course, she knew Seven was a follower of the Lord on high, but she doubted he had any exorcist training--he certainly wasn’t an Aria. Even if he knew her name, should he start tossing around verses from the Bible, it would be only luck if he were to find her fatal verse. Even then, it wasn’t like she’d given him a reason to attempt an exorcism--she planned on being nothing but kind to him.

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confectixnery :

          Gaius listens carefully to each and every word she says, because Brick is important to him and he wants to know whatever she has to say, and if he’s able to defend him for whatever he’s done this time. But the more she speaks, the more his gaze drops and his features visibly slouch, he lets out a sigh once she’s done and folds lean arms across his chest as his brows furrow in he’s not sure what anymore. 

          He doesn’t even know what to feel; a mix of anger, hurt, disappointment, but there’s no surprise there. It’s happened before, why wouldn’t it happen again? The fact that he was bragging hurt him the most, and that he did it again. The reason was petty at it only served to boil the anger in him further. He simply nods for a few seconds, before looking back at Selena. 

               “ I see. Thank you for telling me, ‘m sorry he did that. Dunno what will happen but… Thank you anyway. ”

      It’s a shame that this hurts him so visibly, but it’s for his own good. He deserved something better than what he got from Brick, and if she didn’t tell him about this, she doubted anyone would. Giving nothing more than a nod in answer to his thanks, she walks away, stopping as she remembered one last thing Brick had done.

“My apologies, but there is one last thing. He also paid an angel in candy in order to watch her have a ‘three-way’ with two other girls. From what I understand, it originally belonged to you.”

      Her information shared, she continues on her way.

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confectixnery :

          With the approaching of the stranger ( or, not really stranger, he had seen her around sometimes, though they had never really spoken much before ), Gaius could only look up with a raised brow, and at the mention of Brick he immediately tenses up. At this point, he shouldn’t really be surprised at people coming to him about the Ruff anymore.

               “ Yeah? What is it? He blow something up again, or was it punchin’ someone in the face this time? Not surprised at either. Go ahead an’ tell me. ”

“Not quite.. In the last simulation game, he decided to announce just how often he has cheated on you with other people, counting higher with his brother as though it were some sort of contest. He revealed four people, one of which I was unfortunately present to have to listen to.”

“He also disguised himself by taking my form, and while in said form, cheated once more with his brother.”

      The fur along her tail bristles with her rage at the memory.

“The reason he gave for such actions? ‘Gaius has not banged me in a week, these are desperate times.’ I just figured you should know what has been going on behind your back.“

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soft hellhound 

warm hellhound 

little ball of fur

happy hellhound 

sleepy hellhound 

burn burn burn

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      This was the kind of game the brat wanted to play? Fine. It had only been a nasty little idea, at first, but disguising himself as her and taking part in such unholy acts with his brother? She was happy to make him suffer, now.

“Gaius, was it? I believe I have some rather interesting information about your ‘boyfriend..’ It holds the potential of greatly affecting your relationship..so I believe it to be in your best interesting to listen.”

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      The amount of times you’ve cheated on someone is never something you should boast about.. She figured the brat was stupid, but never did she expect all of this...

      Just imagine how Gaius would feel, if he found out...

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My muse is currently in a maids dress. Send ۵ for your muse to walk in on them and they have to explain themselves.

      Why was it always her that somehow wound up in enchanted outfits that couldn’t be torn or burned? Electing to attempt hiding away until she found a way to remove such embarrassing attire, she’s horrified when the door behind her opens, and she’s discovered--of course, by none other than Leo.

“Ah--N-no! This is--I--”

      He wanted an explanation? This wasn’t her doing! Didn’t he understand by now that she hated wearing things like these? And to be discovered wearing them..it was always so embarrassing...

“Th-this is not my doing! I do not want to wear things like this! I-I have tried to get out of it but--but it is more difficult than I had imagined...”

“S-Stop looking at me like that! Help me get out of this stupid thing!”