#centori

[hmratking]

For Centori & Karidak

A small package arrived via a well-dressed undead man. The contents within were accompanied by a note, elegantly written. 

It has been a while. I have enclosed two gifts, one for each of you. These are items that are known to my Ratz now and you will be recognized as someone who is protected by the Kingdom. Whatever you may need, you let us know, and it shall be done. You are family. There is a small piece of onyx within each skull and if you need the Flea, he will come to you upon summoning him. We shall meet again. - Melaeth

Beneath the letter, there were a necklace and a ring with a rat skull each.

@centoridellanir @karidakdellanir

[lydianah]

What are your plans for your muse in the future?

To be honest?  I am not exactly sure. Lydianah has been a sore spot for me lately, and I’ve been thinking about taking her back out in public again--she is one of the more well-developed characters that I have--but there were circumstances that caused me to distance myself from the character. I have no doubt that I will bring her back, but it’s a question of when at this point. She’s always been one of my favorite characters, and I’ve been tentatively talking about easing her into a story with a friend, so maybe it’ll happen soon.

[caelendras]

Any ships for your OC?

That would be a big... giant... nope. Not unless you count friendships. He’s got a few of those. But no romantic interests (or others romantically interested in him) for this lonely nerd dad!

Thanks for the ask, @centoridellanir!

[hmratking]

Centori didn’t often think about the aloof blonde, with the large mark carved into his chest. Every now and then, something caught her eye that instantly brought her back to their unusual moments together. This time it was a tie with tiny rats on it. Cen still never quite knew if she was offending the man, but something told her that it would be made clear if she was. There was no card attached, no words spoken to the courier. What could she say? It seemed their link now was between themselves and not in the beautiful flower that had brought their worlds together.

Sarinna walked out of the room as Mora entered. She looked at the King and skipped her way to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. It was then that she noticed the tacky red tie in his hands.The King was silent as he stared at the little rats decorating the tie. A soft smile spread across his lips and he seemed to sigh.

“Where did you get that?” Mora sneered, but the King didn’t say a word. He continued to stare at it with a sense of adoration, which triggered the small redhead. “WHO gave that to you?”

Without any change in his demeanor, the King simply said, “A friend.” Mora wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like the answer, but pressing on would be dangerous. She forced a sigh out, pressing herself against his skin. “Do you even like ties?”

The King laughed softly and turned to see her. No, he didn’t wear ties, but this was more than just a tie. This was a reminder from the past; a welcomed reminder of better times. He missed those times. Life was easier even when she complicated things for him. He liked that complication. And now, here was the residue of that past life, still haunting him. He had to meet with Centori. He had to feel that past come to life, if only for a day. And he would. That was a silent promise he made to himself, To her. To Centori.

Grabbing the tie with both hands, he pulled it and smiled at Mora. “Oh, yes, I like ties...” He pressed the tie into her mouth, pulling it across to make speaking difficult and he spun her around, one hand pulling her skirt up. “You’re going to love ties too, my precious Doll.”

@centoridellanir, mention: @loveherdekay

(thank you! He will send her a letter soon :) )

[livironheart]

being a nervous wreck is tough

[centoridellanir]

Reflections.

War makes you forget much. You live in the now, holding onto the moment like your very life depends on it. In most cases, it does. Let your mind wander and you could be taking your place in the halls of Valhalla.

In the down times though, the quiet becomes deafening. An overwhelming force, reminding you of what you’ve lost. A tapping on your shoulder of what once was. How does one deal with past loss when it’s so ever present around you now?

The truthful answer for most, is to bury it deep. Much like the knife that was buried in the heart the day the news came in. Do you remember that moment? Of course you do. You remember the smells, the feel, the sounds; All playing a powerful melody.

War doesn’t discriminate though. It takes young and old. A hungry beast waiting to devour those who cannot bear the weight of battle. Yet you survive, carrying on. Perhaps through sheer will. Perhaps through stubbornness. Perhaps through simple spite, refusing to make death your master.

Like an old friend, pain comes calling once more. Another soul taken, one more to knock at the great door, yet another returned to home of their ancestors. Another, Another, Another. It does not stop.

War is the great conqueror of souls. One day it will reunite me with those I’ve lost. For now, I carry on.

[ Loosely based on this prompt : What’s one thing you lost that you want back?  Write a story about your character reflecting on this thing. It can be a person, a thing, a place, a time, etc. ]

[naivaria]

5. Which one of your muses was short-lived?

I’ve had many muses in my life, but the one that I dropped the quickest was Quintaric. He was a human warrior, who had a storyline going on with someone, until that person told me OOC that RPing with me was like filling out a survey. I quickly benched him and stopped RPing for a while, and never picked him back up.

[[ Thanks for the ask, @centoridellanir ! ]]

[lyandiel]

If given a million dollars, what would your OC do?

Considering Lyandiel has a sizeable amount of money already, she would probably do something to give back with that million dollars. She loves to donate to charities and historical preservation societies.