"you little prick," methe hisses as he quints up at the cat threateningly. "get down here before i knock you down."
where he stands beneath the tree, a plump grey cat is watching him from a branch above with a smug look. behind methe on the green bench he'd been seated at, the wrapper of a half eaten kimbap roll is maimed. pieces of salmon kimbap is smeared and smashed against the plastic, a mixture of rice and red paw prints staining the bench and sidewalk. the proof of the sudden thievery that had occurred is apparent, alongside the small pawprints on methe's white shirt.
a small puddle of lemonade gathers beneath the bench with the aluminum can that had housed it laying on its side, the last drops of lemonade dripping from its mouth. on the side of the bench sat methe's wearing backpack, flap closed securing his meager possessions.
everything lay abandoned as methe waited beneath the tree, confronting the creature that had not only ruined his lunch but stole right from his hands as he was eating. after a minute of glaring down the cat, methe walked up to the tree and began shaking it forcefully.
months on the road had taught methe nothing but the struggle of scarcity. but never in the past six months, had he experienced an animal targeting him so viciously. so disrespectfully.
methe squinted in frustration as he observed the cat again. there was no collar, but it looked well-fed. "you're pretty fat for a stray." he says it out loud as if to insult the small animal before he begins shaking the tree again. this time with a little more energy as he's filled with a new sense of vengeance over the idea that the cat likely wasn't hungry. that it simply targeted him for its own amusement.
he remembers the day when their lives changed for the worst. whenever the air grew heavy with the weight of humidity and anticipation of rain, hanshou recalled the day the bonding ceremony was initiated.
his father had accompanied him where his mother was supposed to be, murmuring a quiet prayer. he'd had a dream that morning, one he refused to voice aloud to hanshou. everything is okay, he'd whispered to hanshou as they left the courtyard adjoining their residence to the cheng household where they had been summoned.
but he'd seen the expression his mother wore as she made breakfast that morning. the firmness of her embrace before she let him go.
hanshou didn't know if it was the worry or anticipation that made him feel jittery that morning. since he could remember, his parents had taught him the ways of the xun lineage. what it meant to be a familiar. how to be a good familiar. how to bring honor to the cheng-xun alliance by performing his duties well.
after his form had manifested at the mere age of four, it didn't take long for him to understand that it was the color of his coat that influenced the intensity of his teachings. where his cousins and relatives all dawned colors that shimmered like sunlight, hanshou's animal form had revealed itself in a coat of midnight. his treatment had always been different because of this one difference. the only thing shared was the looks between the cheng and xun households, each watchful gaze on him holding an unbearable pressure of expectation. of what, hanshou had yet to discover.
it was that morning that would peel back the first layer of the unknown.
the second youngest of the cheng household had finally manifested her abilities. ronglian.
she was four years younger than him. though she was still quite young, the cheng family's known history of early manifesters marked this as another success meeting the expected timeline.
but there was something different about the ceremony hanshou had been summoned to. he'd witnessed a few under the cheng household and they had all been open and public affairs of celebration. this one had been quiet. as if, hidden.
hanshou would come to find out that his father and madam cheng had shared similar dreams. enough to shake
he would also come to find out that ronglian was the witch he would be bonded to. not because it was true. but because the alliance demanded it be so. against his will. against ronglian's. they were tied to each other through a blood ritual to manufacture the bond that was expected. it was this ritual, that would allow them to present ronglian and hanshou as bonded witch and familiar to the public.
that once again, the cheng and xun households had produced another powerful bond pair.
it would only be on ronglian's twenty-fourth birthday that hanshou would truly understand the sharp weight that everyone watched him with.
— hello everyone ! i'm red ( she/her, gmt-5 ) . it's been a hot minute since i was last in rp , i have a busy and inconsistent schedule but really missed writing and finally found the time to put a little muse together to have fun with you all here :> methe is a new muse to me so we will all be learning about him together . i have his short intro below and his pages ready — profile / backstory / connections — everything is pretty watered down as i'd like to explore him through natural interactions ( and wanting to just jump in ) .
a hundred times sorry to be that person , but for time sake and preserving everyone's efforts and energy , please feel free to drop a like if you have an idea in mind you’d like to discuss or dynamic you want to explore and think methe would fit and i will slide into your dms ! otherwise , i will slowly make my way around after perusing pages and be posting an open starter soon . if you're interested in a wanted connection , please feel free to send me a dm first ! ( 1 additional wanted connection and 3 other starter plots below cut )
and if you have an open starter you're still open to replies on feel free to drop a comment and i'll sift for it in the tags :)
a quick 101 on methe — he’s a brat , easily irritable , and he’ll say no ten times while doing what’s asked of him with absolute perfection ( a preview for his witch bond , if he doesn't like you he will say no and likely mean it ) . he’s haughty , arrogant , and he walks as if the world could burn and he would give zero fucks . but he’s quite sensible , and his sensitivity is buried beneath it . he says more things than he should , and says it in tones the suggest all sorts of meanings but that’s how he likes it — keeping you guessing .
other facts , metheus is the only black stallion in the past century of all the familiars originating from his family line. the xun family is well-known for the white, ivory, or pearl coats seen through the family's history . black coats were rare and came to be known on far ends of the spectrum as producing either the best or worst familiars to a bond pair within the cheng-xun alliance . not in the same magical sense as witches , methe does have some light spiritual abilities that makes him very in tune to spiritual stuff in relation to his family history !
* tw — murder * methe was disowned by his family about six months ago for murdering the witch recognized as his bond ( by the cheng-xun alliance ) . he’s been drifting ever since , following the pull that brought him to seoul , likely to meet his true bond . he’s fluent enough in korean to get by but has yet to find somewhere to settle down .
aka , he’s new to town !
wanted connection ( to be added to official page )
the roof eaves ( any ) . dynamics look like someone offering methe a place to sleep and temporary roof over his head . a backpack of clothes , documents , and odd trinkets that don’t piece much of his past together . he doesn’t take up much space but earns his keep , finds his own food , leaves a handful of bills on the table , and won’t bother the person who’s offered him sanctuary . his silence and efforts to minimize his presence is out of respect for the kindness that’s been shown to him .
open starter plots available ( one per plot , please comment if claiming ! )
1-800-bad-luck . scenario looks like methe seeing a mischievous spirit , not essentially harmful or malicious , attached to you . have you had bad luck recently ? methe can help , for a small price of course !
part time worker , part time asshole . scenario looks like methe working multiple odd jobs . when a customer gets too rowdy at the bar house , or a manager looks for a scape goat , methe doesn’t hesitate to snap back . audacity is his middle name .
neigh-gative five stars . looks like methe wandering the forest in horse form . he usually chills in a small clearing and lays beneath the sun . and if anyone intrudes on his alone time , he’s kind of a nuisance . prancing around , dramatic huffs , watching behind trees . a refusal to interact in human form .
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