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She is still alive and still looking for her brother and still very very very gay for Serrana.
@thatredsaiyan cont. from here
Kawa smiles at the polite behavior from the tall stranger, her vibrant red hair bringing a warmth to the Hera's chest. She bows, a polite greeting before she gets down to asking the other questions. "Thank you."
She at least hopes she can get a better lead here- lady she heard their most recent stop had been here on Earth. "I am looking for my brother," her accent is thick, rolling the r's so roughly. "He has a similar appearance, with a purple headband. A swordsman. He is traveling with a fearsome man named Bojack, he is well known in these galaxies. Their last stop was this planet."
@ncne cont. from here
“Don’t you lie to me!” They always responded the same- they didn’t know, but more likely than not they did, she always had this strong intuition about things, could feel when they were lying. A strong gut instinct, perhaps. It was what usually got both her and Karu out of trouble.
The grip on her sword tightens, her patience running very thin at this point.
“You last saw Karu, did you not?”
what am i going to do?
i’m going to do what i HAVE TO DO.
swcrdswcman:
AT LEAST I’M MY OWN PERSON
…least I get free donuts.
do u have a cool sword huh
swcrdswcman:
JUST BC U HAVE HIS BLOOD DON’T MEAN SHIT
AT LEAST I’M HERE
AT LEAST I’M MY OWN PERSON
JOKE’S ON YOU, NOBODY LIKES ME ANYWAY!
JUST BC U HAVE HIS BLOOD DON’T MEAN SHIT
Does my brother have some sort of weird clone feti- wait..
IS HE TRYING TO REPLACE ME?!
Bad Touch reverse
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13. holding a knife to my muse’s throat
What the hell was she thinking? She knew she was out of her damn mind if she thought she could just leave with him without being caught or with no repercussions, it was too perfect. Despite the risk, despite the factors that almost EVERYTHING could go wrong, she had gone and attempted to do it anyways.
Kawa was so close, so agonizingly close to him and her fears, in the blink of an eye, were becoming reality as she felt the cold, sting of the blade up against her throat. Her body freezes completely save for the rapid breathing of her chest, eyes locked onto the larger Hera in front of her. Her throat is raspy and dry, fingers trembling as they try to find their way to the hilt of her sword.
She would not die here trembling in fear, if she was going to be slaughtered by Bojack of all people, she would rather go on her own terms and perish getting HER brother back. “Make your move, I am certain he’d love to see my blood on your hands.” She hisses under her breath, voice quiet and filled with fear despite the confidence she was attempting to put on.
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1) Slapping your muse across the face 2) Punching your muse in the face 3) Punching your muse in the shoulder/arm 4) Kicking your muse off of their feet 5) Stepping on your muse’s foot 6) Biting your muse 7) Grabbing your muse’s face 8) Wrapping hands around your muse’s neck 9) Pushing your muse into a wall 10) Pushing your muse to the ground 11) Holding a gun to your muse’s head 12) Shooting your muse in the arm/leg 13) Holding a knife to your muse’s throat 14) Using a knife to slash your muse across the arm 15) Hitting your muse in the head with a blunt object 16) Scratching your muse with their nails 17) Throwing something at your muse 18) Stabbing your muse with a sharp weapon 19) Breaking one of your muse’s bones 20) Twisting your muse’s arm
She remains passive and still, not wanting to aggravate him any further. He was clearly distressed from nearly losing his child, and that was something she deeply empathized with.
“I promise you, I found the egg and was trying to return it. I don’t eat eggs, and I would never endanger a child’s life.”
His quills lowered slightly, having been raised in agitation. Just like a cat’s fur standing up when something bothered them. He still looked down right nasty, but his body language had gone from being ready to throttle her into the next world, to caring about the egg.
Like how he held it close so his heat could at least attempt to warm up the egg…it was too cool for his liking.
“ Don’t do it again.”
She frowns for the most part, mostly because this was too much trouble for something so inconvenient and something she had nothing to do with. Brushing hair out from her face, she simply sighs and turns to go on her way.
“You’re welcome.”
@thatredsaiyan
She remains passive and still, not wanting to aggravate him any further. He was clearly distressed from nearly losing his child, and that was something she deeply empathized with.
“I promise you, I found the egg and was trying to return it. I don’t eat eggs, and I would never endanger a child’s life.”
@tuffletruffleking cont. from here
“I honestly didn’t know they were yours! I don’t eat eggs, I was trying to return them to their parents!”
“ If they’re large and striped with a leathery shell, they’re Tuffle eggs. And you’re holding my daughter. You can explain to my queen why a strange girl is busy holding onto our unborn child.”
A cold smirk spread across his face.
“ And she isn’t very nice.”
While being as careful as possible, she stretches out her arms in an attempt to hand over the egg to it’s father.
“I swear, I mean no harm.”
@tuffletruffleking cont. from here
“I honestly didn’t know they were yours! I don’t eat eggs, I was trying to return them to their parents!”