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[etrefurieuse]

          ❝ Why would you care if I am hungry anyway? ❞      @albamagus /  ♡

[aquaius]

@albamagus

Mikleo was sore all over, he could barely moved an inch and he just started regaining his consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, searching for his companions but even one of them was nowhere in sight.  ❛ Ugh... Where am I? ❜ he tried to move but it only worsen the pain he was feeling.  Mikleo looked around, carefully observing his surrounding. He seem to be in a rather unfamiliar location, he wondered where the others had gone off after the fight with the powerful hellions. After the explosion, the ruin crumbled and the ground was destroyed thus separating him from the group and fell deep underground. How fortunate of him that no hellions appeared during the time that he was unconscious.

[namefcrgotten]

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“Misteeerrrr...” The boy whimpers quietly. Standing on one leg. The other one raised slightly above the ground. 

“I got glass in my foot---” He complains. 

He was told to not run outside without shoes. He didn’t listen.

[absqxatulate-blog]

@albamagus || Continued from X. 

     “No, I suppose you don’t.” He carefully tuns onto his side to face the stranger, but in the dim light of the looming stars, and with vision that is beginning to falter, it’s difficult for him to make out anything but the blurry lines that compose the other’s figure. It’s been a long while since he’s been to a bustling city, and he would rather avoid such populated areas; he’s always preferred the quiet and solitude to rushed chaos anyway (with his health, navigating larger cities was an impossible task for him, and he couldn’t afford to be away from home for too long; something would come searching for him). On a night like this, though, not being secluded to the crowded, bleak air of a city was a blessing; he would still struggle to make out the shapes of the stars overhead, and hear the gentle flutter of the breeze as it licked at grass and nearby plants.

         “I’m glad then, it’s very beautiful,” his voice is hoarse and strained as it vibrates in the depths of his throat; quiet enough that it might have been swallowed by the noise of a more lively area. His lips twist into an amused smile at the stranger’s questions; pressing his palm to his chest, he tangles his fingers into the grass to keep himself steady as he slowly sits up. Forcing himself to swallow down the tepid, metallic liquid that rises from his lungs at the pained motion back down, and using the pressure of his knuckles against his skin to keep his chest from heaving too visibly. “I was resting.” He was still a long way from the mountains he considered home, and he couldn’t make the trip back easily. “I don’t, but I should leave soon.” A strangled caught rattles his chest as the words leave his lips, and he’s quick to duck his head; droplets of blood speckling his hand as he takes a moment to quell it before pulling his hand away to bury it in the grass. “Forgive me. You would be correct, I’m not from around here. I’m a doctor, I came to visit a client.” He struggles for a moment to get the words out, but he finds his bearings easily enough; as if he’s used to the dull ache in his chest, and how his lungs throb with every breath he takes.     

[churchkept]

   WITH THE BLOOD OF FAE running through the course of her bloodline, it is only natural that rosemary IS IN PAR with the supernatural. whether it be fellow neighbours, mages, alchemists and such. HOWEVER, the creature currently right in her line of visage munching on their leftover soup for lunch was something she had not expected to see at ALL.

SITTING DOWN on the wooden table was a dragon, bursting ORANGE and was rather short in stature. rosemary had presumed that it was probably a child but she was no dragon expert and her limit of knowledge is as to those dragons described in folk tales. when she had found it earlier that afternoon hiding the church garden, the unfortunate dragon was covered in dirt and scratches which made the girl take him in immediately. she concluded that there must have been hunters chasing it nearby, thus its awful appearance. however as she SCANNED its current state, rosemary was relieved that its condition got better.

her thoughts were soon interrupted by the sudden knock on the apartment door, her feet treading towards its direction quickly to open it not before before placing the recovering dragon hidden behind a bush in the living room. the wooden door creaks, revealing the face of yet again another stranger— an ACQUAINTANCE of her father, perhaps?

❝ good day sir ! is there anything i can do to help you ? ❞ 

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