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reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you
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// Continuation of x for @freedomwisp
Cyno was currently grateful for the cloak he wore, as it kept most of the moisture off his skin, as well as the feeling of all the individual blades of grass- they'd probably drive him insane. "Dry air feels natural. All the moisture makes me incredibly uncomfortable." He said with a sigh.
"And yes, it's an absolute nightmare. I usually can't wait to get somewhere inside. Not to mention that walking on sand and having to only really watch for snakes is a lot easier than tripping over all the roots and feeling the actual grass." He said.
“Get behind me.”
Ah- Cyno must've been more distracted than usual, to not see the danger lurking behind him, which was most likely how he found himself on the sandy ground, bloodied and just incredibly dizzy. Most likely from a hit on the head, he thought. And it was probably harder than he imagined, because now there was a weird ringing in his ears and he couldn't quite feel his body, nor remember how exactly he ended up here, on the ground in the middle of the desert, surrounded by Eremites, in the first place.
At least he couldn't feel the pain his body was most likely going through, considering the sheer amount of blood on him, but, then again, that would probably lend itself to him breaking something if he tried to move too much.
The traveler's voice barely pierced through the haze surrounding him, everything feeling as if it was going in slow motion, looking like it was surrounded by fog, as he forced his body to follow Aether's instruction, getting behind him rather quickly for someone so dazed, but remaining close to the ground, in case he lost consciousness.
@risingsol
Protective prompts:
“Get behind me.”
“Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.”
“Close your eyes for me love.”
“When I say run, I need you to do as I say without looking back and don’t wait for me.”
“It’s all going to okay, they would never hurt you again.”
“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”
“Listen to me. . . take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. There’s no need to panic, I’m right here now, aren’t I? You’re safe.”
“When you love something, you protect it with your entire life at stake, and right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”
“I’ll be back very soon, but don’t come out. Stay there hidden until I come back and try not to make a noise, hmm?” *forehead kisses being a must here*
“I’m so so sorry! I wish I would’ve never left you alone! If I knew this would happen, I would never leave you alone.”
DRAMATIC & PROTECTIVE RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS * for the ones who want to keep you safe from harm
get behind me.
go inside and lock the door and don't come out until i say so.
are you all right? where are you hurt?
over my dead body.
i promised them i'd keep you safe.
i sleep better when you're next to me.
are you serious? i'm not letting you risk your life.
don't go. it's safer here.
i should have been here. this is my fault.
here. take this gun. don't pull the trigger unless it's absolutely necessary.
they told me to watch you.
i won't let anyone lay a hand on you.
stay close to me.
i'm not worth saving. please.
can you stay? just for a little while? it would help.
it's too dangerous out there.
i thought i'd lost you.
can you hear me? hello? where are you?
they're all afraid of me.
they told me you'd be trouble. clearly that was an understatement.
one of us has to make it out of here.
is that a bruise?
get back. get back right now.
did they touch you?
i already lost you once. i'm not going to lose you again.
a few more steps. we're nearly there. i've got you.
where does it hurt? let me see.
oh my god, you're covered in blood.
i love you, but you have to go.
climb on my back. i'll carry you.
i wish you'd stay.
i slept here all night. i couldn't leave you.
stay with me. i can keep you safe.
no. i've made my decision. you're staying here.
holy shit. are you okay? what the hell happened?
we have to get inside right now.
quick! hide! in here!
if they know you're with me, they'll leave you alone.
if they attack again, we'll be ready.
this never should have happened.
i want you to run, okay? run and don't look back.
you're all right. you're safe. it's over.
i'll feel better once you're out of this.
i don't have nightmares when you're here.
where have you been? i've been calling you all night.
your phone went straight to voicemail. what's going on?
i don't want anything to happen to you.
i can't stand the thought of losing you.
i won't let them touch you.
when we met, i promised myself i'd keep you safe.
where'd they go? i'll give them a piece of my mind.
here. squeeze my hand if it hurts.
i'll lay beside you.
no. it's non-negotiable. you're staying here.
i don't want you to die, okay?
listen to me! i know what i'm doing!
i can't lose you again!
do you hear me? i love you! i've always loved you.
i've got you. i'm right here.
can i stay? i'll take the couch.
tell them you're with me.
you can make it. i believe in you.
are you kidding me? who decided this?
here, i'll pick you up.
get back in the car. i'll handle this.
if anyone can do it, it's you.
let me carry you to safety.
i don't do well when you're away.
//Continued from here with @fcreststridcr!
Cyno had been in the area, luckily, tracking a different group of Eremites, but seeing Tighnari struggle from the corner of his eye sent him into this fight instead. And now, his spear was blocking enemy swords, before pushing the Eremites away.
He only glared at the group as he took a proper fighting stance, electro surging across his body. "You want him? You'll have to get through me first," was almost snarled out as he launched himself at the enemies, taking them down, albeit with some difficulty, getting a bit scratched up in the process. The final blow, for now, was a perfectly timed surge from his electro-clawed arms that sent the enemies to the ground, before he turned to focus on Tighnari, already ripping pieces from the protective black cape he wore at the moment to use them as temporary bandage.
"Are you alright? How bad is it?"
"Let's focus on getting you out of here first. And don't worry about it at all, I'm glad I was able to protect you." Cyno replied, shaking his head as he stood up himself, shuffling around for a moment, before pulling out his waterskin and offering it to Tighnari.
"Here, drink some. It'll help with the heat. I can carry you out of the desert if you have trouble standing or walking, too. It wouldn't be good to strain yourself." The general stated easily, knowing from experience how nasty injuries like this could be.
MY MUSE IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT
Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed. Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding.
//Continued from here with @fcreststridcr!
Cyno had been in the area, luckily, tracking a different group of Eremites, but seeing Tighnari struggle from the corner of his eye sent him into this fight instead. And now, his spear was blocking enemy swords, before pushing the Eremites away.
He only glared at the group as he took a proper fighting stance, electro surging across his body. "You want him? You'll have to get through me first," was almost snarled out as he launched himself at the enemies, taking them down, albeit with some difficulty, getting a bit scratched up in the process. The final blow, for now, was a perfectly timed surge from his electro-clawed arms that sent the enemies to the ground, before he turned to focus on Tighnari, already ripping pieces from the protective black cape he wore at the moment to use them as temporary bandage.
"Are you alright? How bad is it?"
Tighnari watched as his friend was making quick work of the advancing enemies as he tries to deal with his wound, gritting his teeth as his vision blurred.
He then watched as the General Mahamantra was approaching him as he shook his head, trying to reassure Cyno that it wasn't fatal.
"Thank you for your assistance Cyno but I'll be alright, it's not fatal as it missed my vital organs. It's *argh* skin deep so it will heal, I appreciate your concern.
Tell me, are y-you out here on patrol?"
He manages to speak out, looking at his friend.
"Just because it's not lethal, doesn't mean it doesn't need care and assistance. These things can be real nasty in the desert, especially if sand gets into them." Cyno retorted as he continued wrapping him up. He'd had his fair share of experience, after all, of coarse sand in deep wounds, and it had never been a pleasant feeling. "Besides, my cape is already torn up from the fight, it's got more use as temporary bandages then it does at protecting me." He added.
The question had him nodding in response as he momentarily raised his eyes from the wounds to the other's face. "Yes. There's been an increase in Eremite activity, so I was sent to deal with it."
“This place is massive. I could spend decades exploring and still not find everything.”
“You’ll get lost.”
“You say that like it would be a bad thing.”
//Continued from here with @fcreststridcr!
Cyno had been in the area, luckily, tracking a different group of Eremites, but seeing Tighnari struggle from the corner of his eye sent him into this fight instead. And now, his spear was blocking enemy swords, before pushing the Eremites away.
He only glared at the group as he took a proper fighting stance, electro surging across his body. "You want him? You'll have to get through me first," was almost snarled out as he launched himself at the enemies, taking them down, albeit with some difficulty, getting a bit scratched up in the process. The final blow, for now, was a perfectly timed surge from his electro-clawed arms that sent the enemies to the ground, before he turned to focus on Tighnari, already ripping pieces from the protective black cape he wore at the moment to use them as temporary bandage.
"Are you alright? How bad is it?"
GENERAL
“Can you walk?”
“How did this happen?”
“What the hell happened?”
“I hit my head.”
“Did you hit your head?”
“Can you hear me?”
“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”
“Come on, stay with me!”
“No no no no no!”
“You shot me!”
“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
“You stabbed me!”
“I didn’t mean to stab you!”
“Take the knife out!”
“Don’t take the knife out!”
“It was an accident!”
“That/this wasn’t an accident!”
“That looks broken.”
“I think my leg/arm is broken.”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Am I going to die?”
“You’re not going to die!”
“Calm down!”
“Don’t panic!”
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”
BLOOD
“Are you bleeding?”
“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
“Is that blood?”
“Whose blood is that?”
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”
“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”
“I won’t let you bleed out!”
“You have blood on your face.”
“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”
“What’s your blood type?”
“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”
WOUNDS
“That cut is nasty.”
“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’
“Don’t touch it!”
“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”
“I’ll get some bandages.”
“You’re going to need stitches.”
“That looks infected…”
“Did you get bit by something?”
“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”
“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”
AFTERCARE
“How are you feeling?”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I just want to go home.”
“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”
“We need to change your bandages soon.”
“Get some sleep, okay?”
“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”
“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
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HC:
Cyno is a reincarnation of King Deshret's twin that had died while they were young. The twin was the god of justice, hence why Cyno has such a strong connection to it, and such strong powers pertaining to keeping justice.
Along with Anubis, there is a part of Deshret's own soul within him that seems to only come out when Cyno is in mortal danger.
His own past also allows him to activate necessary mechanisms without the use of a slate, and the throne reacts strongly to him without taking him with it, instead awakening these old memories.
There is but a few eremites and desert folk who have seen murals of King Deshret, and they seem to be quite fond of Cyno too, part sensing his power, and in part because he simply reminds them of their god.
TRUTH SERUM TIME !
SEND ‘ TRUTH ‘ + A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER. NO LYING ALLOWED.