#cygnimonos

[xarakaas]

@cygnimonos​

"there is nothing 'soft' about that tail"

   “...be quiet bard..”

[jadethornguild-archive]

The thing with the hammer, is that it is an extension of the human who holds it. From the sinew of tissue to the sparking of gleeful neurons, they become a temporary machine. With every inhale of eager lungs and hammer strike, their vision is born. Nothing was more true than this for Dalton. Slaving away in his prized, smoldering smithy. 

Upstairs, he could hear the foot traffic through the ceiling. A clear indication that Angelica had her hands full with patrons looking for a meal and a drink. Soon he’d be booked with orders to fill. A list that never grew any shorter. Not that he minded. Some days though, when the armor or weapons came down to him, he’d sigh at the wanton abuse. Little care invested in the majority of what he received. Sometimes having to outright refuse service because of the damage done, barely fit for scrap at that point.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, his hammer then rang out with renewed purpose. Attempting to buff out a particularly banged up chest plate, he missed the sound of the door as grinding open, the base dragging against the stone floor. Only to pause mid-swing when he caught movement in the corner of his eye. “Piece o’ shit really fucked this one up.” He grunted, tossing the massive hammer down on the adjacent workbench. Letting clang aggressively against the the other waiting tools. Clearly fed up as he swiped his hands over his trousers. “I told ‘im not to mess with those gods damned go..lems.” The words faltered on his tongue as he beheld who actually came down the stone steps. Someone not Angelica, or any of the other members. He chewed on the end of his cigarette for a tick, eventually sketching a brow at them.

“...Need somethin’, lil miss?” Patrons never came down to the smithy. All orders came through Angelica so to find a stranger in his space, braving heatstroke, put the halfbred giant slightly on edge.

[rathfel]

[ starter - plotted   /   @cygnimonos​ ]

     a  quiet  day  had  settled  itself  over  the  tavern,  currently  only  three  patrons  were  making  use  of  the  tables  scattered  through  out  the  room.  sticking  a  hand  down  inside  a  just  cleaned  glass,  it  made  a  squeegee  noise  as  he  rubbed  it  down  with  a  wash  cloth.  which  was  thrown  over  his  shoulder  once  he’d  finished,  and  the  glass  was  placed  alongside  others  on  a  shelf  beneath  the  bar.

     the  door  creaked  and  groaned  as  it  was  opened,  the  sudden  sight  of  bright  pink  hair  had  him  stumbling  for  a  word.  until  realizing  it  wasn’t  who  he  thought  it  was,  a  bright  smile  came  across  his  face  as  he  greeted  the  traveler.   “  yo !  welcome  to  the  boar  hat,  we  have  some  of  the  best  ale  and  mead  around.  at  least,  i  think  so.  we  have  your  soft  stuff,  although  that’s  kinda  what  the  kiddies  drink.  ”   he  said  while  gesturing  to  a  sign  that  said  they  served  apple  juice,  grape  juice  and  orange  juice  alongside  the  adult  beverages.   “  but !  we  also  have  your  tough  guy  brews,  my  personal  favorite,  the  devil’s  damnnation  ale !  ”

     “  we  also  serve  home-cooked  food !  although  i  must  warn  you,  i  make  it  with  quite  a  kick  to  it.  ”   now  leaning  an  elbow  onto  the  bar  counter  with  a  bright  sparkle  in  his  eyes,   “  pick  your  poison !  ”

[mcnstros]

their heart races and his blood thunders in his ears. how long has he been running? he can’t recall, though the sun is higher in the sky than it was when the chase began. assassins had picked off their guards one by one (the ones that survived ran off) and finally lunged for the prince. they barely dodged the dagger when they ran off as fast as they could. sorun knows they’re still following. just when they think they can rest, they can hear whispers and footsteps coming closer. just moments earlier, one of them snuck up behind the prince and attempted to hamstring them, but only sliced the side of their calf. the cut still stings and their blood has soaked into their clothes, the fabric clinging to their skin.

their lungs burn and somewhere in the back of their frantic mind, they wonder, how long can i keep running? how long can they? sorun doesn’t know how much longer they can do this. their lungs burn with each harsh and ragged breath they take in and let out. they ran off the main road and into the woods. the farther in they ran, the closer together the trees grew. they hoped this would throw their assassins off their trail, but apparently not as sorun continues to hear them behind them. damn it. is this the end?

sunlight glinting off of a blade catches their eye, and just when they think their assassins have caught up to them, someone cuts in and slashes them down. all sorun can see of her is a head of beautiful pink hair and her blade now covered in blood. is this their savior? gods, they hope so.

“ well. thank you for saving me. “    they pant in response. sorun’s glad they don’t have to run anymore. now they can relax, hoping that their savior won’t just turn around and finish them off herself.    “ i believe i owe you my life now. “

@cygnimonos​

[orderofvirility]

@cygnimonos // cont. from | x |

His robes weren't exactly on him, tied at the waist is how he often showed off trained. Shiro hoped he wasn't being too sudden with his vague suggestion, as he couldn't help but feel charged and a little daring from all the polearm swinging and exercises that he's done. The prince lays down his weapon, sauntering over to Cygnus so his hands could settle upon the dancer's hips; something more soft and smoother to the touch.

"Hey, what's a few kisses gonna do to anyone? Seeing as it's just us here, anyway..." Shiro talked as if helping Cygnus to try and buy the situation intent to lower his head and take the initiative himself. Just a little closer, a little lower, and he'd get right to making out with is dancer lady friend...

...or is she really a friend? Probably something more along the lines of a crush is more like it..

[fallendom]

▶ @cygnimonos  REQUESTED  A  STARTER.

AWARE by the aroma that filled his surroundings, immediate dislike was painted around those firm features. A brow narrowed in DISGUST for what memories continue to nerve the PRIDEFUL demon even after centuries have passed. The unforgiving shadow that cast around him has been foretold to humanity for being at fault, the one who laid about the foundations of BETRAYAL and DISLOYALTY. Such bitter sentiments would resurface over the lies ... the lies that are masked by the prophets proclaiming his reasons behind the rebellion. Who would imagine such a scent was enough to ignite these emotions LUCIFER would rather stomp upon  ------  even dare to punish whoever was approaching him. The avatar refrained from doing such a thing, only awaiting for the figure to take its entrance after his footsteps ceased. Vermilion hues are greeted by the innocent appearance and could figure out what she truly was. He scoffed though not directly at her but knowing precisely what he used to be, what was taken away by him from behind.  ❛ What a familiar scent ... it certainly brings back unpleasant memories about FATHER and his kingdom. Then again, you don’t seem to carry the mark of a sinner. ❜

[the-final-peace]

@cygnimonos​

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“Is...there any chance I’d be able to take you up on that ‘spa day’ offer..? If you were serious..of course. I’m not exactly sure what it all entails but..I could use anything.” 

Needless to say, especially with the tired look upon the Rider’s face, it was..extremely needed.

[holyxvi]

@cygnimonos​ || starter call.

[ ♛ ] –  “Its not often a lamb can cross the desert unscathed.” Sprawled across the throne, lavenders look down upon the female, unmoving and cold. “Much less manage to have an audience with God on their arrival.”

Many a person, non-natives or outsiders, were always greeted rather poorly by his people, the generations of discrimination having been the fuel for their anger and the reason why very few foreigners ever successfully made their way into the mountainous city. A girl coming by her lonesome was a new surprise, however, and the imperial was absolutely interested in hearing whatever story she had to tell --- she braved her way here for a reason, after-all.

“Pray tell the reason why you’ve come to visit me, milady.”