#alionroars

[paralianprince]

you know when an rp partner uses That One Really Great Line of dialogue or prose and it  1. immediately alters the way you think of your character, even if it’s just a tiny bit and  2. haunts you for literally the rest of your life? 

that’s me with “god doesn’t want evil to prevail in the world if it can be helped”

[haknam]

@a-lion-roars

(Guess who’s here! At your house, Arthur! It’s Shihong! And he... doesn’t look terribly pleased. There’s a duffel bag under his arm and the shadows under his eyes look darker, for sure.) 

Flight got cancelled, lemme stay here.

(What should have been a question is definitely more of an order! Way to be personable!) 

[preussischekrahen]

Under the Influence

@a-lion-roars

The last thing he could recall was sitting around drinking alone as he often did when he was getting ready to attempt a full night’s sleep. For a moment he had seemingly nodded off. When he next came to though, he was standing in front of a very familiar door. Wait a moment. Glancing from one side to another, he abruptly realized where he was. He was in front of Arthur’s flat. It had been ages since he had blacked out while drunk and so for a few seconds he merely blinked as he attempted to remember when he had got there. Something was nagging at the back of his mind however. What was the real issue with this? Oh, right. His wings were fully out in the open. It was a good thing that it was night. 

Actually it might have been rude to show up unannounced like this. Still, it would be nice to see Arthur. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too annoyed. It was difficult to tell just how late it was. Hm, he was also damp as well. Glancing up he finally also noticed that it was raining. Well, not really raining, sort of misting. “Hope you’re home” He mumbled before knocking on the door.

[islndhrta]

“which is better?” eser glances at the older nation, gesturing between the two teas, “plain black or citrus?”

@a-lion-roars

[gebrochener-adler]

[new leaf, sanguine, & cool grey?]

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

“Do not lose yourself and what you know to be true. It is easier than you think to forget.”

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

It used to be strictly pessimistic, but lately he has reason to hop for his own country’s place in the world yet again and is cautiously hopeful about a few things.

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

Out of anything, he would like to ensure that his people will retain that sense of pride in their own heritage and culture and what it means to be Austrian rather than clinging to anyone else. 

[kiwioverlord]

Send ✎ and I’ll draw our muses together. /NOT Accepting @a-lion-roars @irish-emerald

[haknam]

(shihong vc) ill give you my haunted wifi router but i want u to pay out the nose for it. its a fucking Heirloom

[preussischekrahen]

Forgotten

@a-lion-roars

A shiver wracked the child’s frame as he clutched more tightly at his cloak and winced at the sharp sting coming from his shoulder. An arrow was embedded deep within it. During one of the skirmishes between his knights and the heathens that threatened the walls of the town they’d been told to protect, he had gotten much too eager to help and had rushed into the fray in spite of his small size. At some point an arrow had been fired at him and the blood spilling down his arm was sending small bolts of panic down his spine. Dying was, frightening. It always took him a while to come back with only so many knights connected to him. The dark always seemed like it stretched on for years. Nervous, he had staggered off to the side into a grove of trees to try and pull it out. After a fruitless attempt however, when he had looked up the world had looked as though it were cloaked in fog. Everything was silent, and as he stepped out of the grove he paused. The hills were all the same, but the town was not there. Nothing was there. Had he fallen asleep? Feeling a sense of dread begin to creep up on him ,he stepped forward into the field and looked down. It might have been due to blood loss. Such things could cause visions if he remembered correctly. Looking down at the ground, he felt a new wave of fear hit him as the ground itself shifted.  When he looked up again, he was no longer in a field but in a forest. At least, from what he could immediately see. Feeling a sharp jolt of nausea from an uncertain source, he staggered forwards and fell. Small grey downy wings spattered in blood, he curled his fingers into the grass as he tried to breathe. It had to be witchcraft, or a terrible dream. There was no way this was all possible. Being on his own with the form of a mere five year old was dangerous, this he knew, and that was if he didn’t bleed out first. The arrow shifting in muscle and tissue caused him to give a little croak.