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Champion and the Mutt (Rp with valkosandproud)
Pyrrha nodded, staring at the faunus’ back.
“Thank you again…” she muttered.
San brought her the small weapon, and gently handed it to her.
“I’m sorry you had to wake up in a stranger’s home.” At least it looked warm and inviting...
Champion and the Mutt (Rp with valkosandproud)
Pyrrha sent him a small smile. “Yes, I would, thank you. No offense meant to you, I just feel safer with it.”
“Of course,” San smiled, going and getting the knife before handing it to her, “I didn’t mean to scare you earlier. Sorry…”
Pyrrha shook her head, sending the faunus an apologetic smile as she sat up.
“It’s alright…”
She had to admit, whether he was benign or not, she felt better with cold steel in her palm.
“…May I ask your name, miss?” San’s gaze met her own.
Pyrrha was a bit taken aback, but managed to nod. “I’m Pyrrha. Thank you for saving me.”
San bowed his head low,
“My pleasure, Pyrrha. I’ll go make some food, so whenever you want to get up...” he stood, his back turned to Pyrrha.
Champion and the Mutt (Rp with valkosandproud)
Pyrrha sent him a small smile. “Yes, I would, thank you. No offense meant to you, I just feel safer with it.”
“Of course,” San smiled, going and getting the knife before handing it to her, “I didn’t mean to scare you earlier. Sorry…”
Pyrrha shook her head, sending the faunus an apologetic smile as she sat up.
“It’s alright…”
She had to admit, whether he was benign or not, she felt better with cold steel in her palm.
“...May I ask your name, miss?” San’s gaze met her own.
Champion and the Mutt (Rp with valkosandproud)
Pyrrha sent him a small smile. “Yes, I would, thank you. No offense meant to you, I just feel safer with it.”
“Of course,” San smiled, going and getting the knife before handing it to her, “I didn’t mean to scare you earlier. Sorry...”
Champion and the Mutt (Rp with valkosandproud)
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San watched the girl shivering outside in the middle of the snow. She looked both lost and cold, with lines under her eyes. He approached her as she collapsed into his arms, before he carried her back to his small home in the mountains to warm up.
When she woke up, he was sitting beside her bed reading something.
“Hi there.” He threw her a sweet smile, “Easy, you still haven’t quite healed yet.”
Pyrrha fumbled under the covers for the knife she usually kept strapped under her armor.
No luck…
“Where am I? And who are you?”
“Relax, okay? I found you out in the snow freezing to death, so i brought you here. This is my home. I’m San.” He looked like an angel, and sounded a little like one too, honestly.
“It’s nice to meet you… and thank you.”
She pushed herself to sit up.
Well, first things first…
“Where are my weapons?”
“In the other room, in their sheathes, beside your armor. It was cold metal, if you’d kept wearing it, it would’ve only hurt you. Do you want your knife? I saw it, but didn’t touch.” San asked, trying his best to seem as friendly as possible.
Champion and the Mutt (Rp with valkosandproud)
@valkosandproud
San watched the girl shivering outside in the middle of the snow. She looked both lost and cold, with lines under her eyes. He approached her as she collapsed into his arms, before he carried her back to his small home in the mountains to warm up.
When she woke up, he was sitting beside her bed reading something.
“Hi there.” He threw her a sweet smile, “Easy, you still haven’t quite healed yet.”
Pyrrha fumbled under the covers for the knife she usually kept strapped under her armor.
No luck…
“Where am I? And who are you?”
“Relax, okay? I found you out in the snow freezing to death, so i brought you here. This is my home. I’m San.” He looked like an angel, and sounded a little like one too, honestly.
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Champion and the Mutt (Rp with valkosandproud)
@valkosandproud
San watched the girl shivering outside in the middle of the snow. She looked both lost and cold, with lines under her eyes. He approached her as she collapsed into his arms, before he carried her back to his small home in the mountains to warm up.
When she woke up, he was sitting beside her bed reading something.
“Hi there.” He threw her a sweet smile, “Easy, you still haven’t quite healed yet.”
send me a ♥ if you have a romantic crush on me
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Send me a 👊 if you want to fight
✞ (idk where I'm going with this, I'm just sending it in to break the ice)
✞ - Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse AU (hey whatever works right?)
Both the twins thought their roles felt…reversed.
After all, it was the white horse that brought peace and the red that brought war, and yet when it came to the two of them it was the other way around. Although, to be fair, it was Miltiades who had the arms suited to waving a huge sword around.
But it was hard for them to believe they were to be the first two horsemen of the Apocalypse, given that neither could even ride a horse. When were they supposed to bring the Apocalypse about? After they’d learned…?
Miltia smiled a bit. “That’s pretty helpful. If only you could protect yourself from the water, somehow, huh?”
San chuckled to himself,
“If only. Not like it matters, what I lack in waterproofing I make up for in ground damage.”
“Well, that’s something, right?” Miltia asked with a grin.
“Yup,” San grinned at the red-dressed twin, “With my speed, I don’t have to deal with people or lines whenever I want something. I just take it, leave the lien on the counter, and go. It’s amazing.“
"Hey Melanie, I need your help with something."
“Yeah?” answers the twin in white. “What do you need?”
“Help finding someone. They used to be White Fang, but they’re trying to skip town, and I need to go give ‘em a goodbye present.”
Louder than Thunder (Open)
“I will tell anyone if I please. You are a child,nothing more.” She stood up,her first aid kit under her arm. “And do not threaten me. I do not take those lightly.”
“I do not threaten, miss. I simply request; it would make my life easier if nobody was told.”
✞ (idk where I'm going with this, I'm just sending it in to break the ice)
✞ - Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse AU (hey whatever works right?)
Both the twins thought their roles felt…reversed.
After all, it was the white horse that brought peace and the red that brought war, and yet when it came to the two of them it was the other way around. Although, to be fair, it was Miltiades who had the arms suited to waving a huge sword around.
But it was hard for them to believe they were to be the first two horsemen of the Apocalypse, given that neither could even ride a horse. When were they supposed to bring the Apocalypse about? After they’d learned…?
Miltia smiled a bit. “That’s pretty helpful. If only you could protect yourself from the water, somehow, huh?”
San chuckled to himself,
“If only. Not like it matters, what I lack in waterproofing I make up for in ground damage.”
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Louder than Thunder (Open)
“It is not. You just need to learn to control it an know your limit. Your wings were to the point of pulling a muscle. For bird faunas that is very bad. That would mean LOTS of rest.”She spoke as she continued to work.
“Well, I am part bird. And goat. And lizard.” he pointed out, shuddering (though trying to make her avoid noticing.).
“That doesn’t mean anything. What I said still counts. Understand? Just because you have lots of faunas parts doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know how to take care of yourself.”
“Lady, if I’ve survived for 17 years, I would think I know how to care for my own damn wings.” San sighed, “Yes, I understand.”
“Really? Because apparently YOU don’t.” She rubbed a bit harder ,to show give emphasis. She then moved her hands away.”There all done.”
“Thanks. Now then...I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave...and not tell anyone about where you found me.”
✞ (idk where I'm going with this, I'm just sending it in to break the ice)
✞ - Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse AU (hey whatever works right?)
Both the twins thought their roles felt…reversed.
After all, it was the white horse that brought peace and the red that brought war, and yet when it came to the two of them it was the other way around. Although, to be fair, it was Miltiades who had the arms suited to waving a huge sword around.
But it was hard for them to believe they were to be the first two horsemen of the Apocalypse, given that neither could even ride a horse. When were they supposed to bring the Apocalypse about? After they’d learned…?
She smiled. “And that’s worth everything else, huh?”
“You have no idea,” he looked up, “When you’re up there, you feel like the sky is your domain, and yours only. Nobody can touch you up there, nobody can chase you, no one can kill you.”
Miltiades looked to the sky herself, remembering the times in her youth when she’d wished she could be up there, away from the world. How good it must have felt to actually have that power, to get away from everything. She saw Melanie looking up too, knowing she was thinking the same thing.
“Of course, it also helps that I can fly in a lightning storm.”
“That sounds useful,” Miltia commented, looking back at San. “Kinda surprising though, that as delicate as those things are they can hold up in a lightning storm.”
“Electrical dust, remember?” San smiled, “My wings get one hell of a charge out of the bolts. It’s just the rain that’s the problem.”
