#dustedinsanity

[azurechemist]

dustedinsanity replied to your post “Number of canon Draco deaths on this blog: 1. Cause: Third degree...”

{It started reasonable at first and then the last like five words were just 'wait what'}

Just imagine it, Zele.

A little wolf like Draco. Knocked clean out with a blast of pyromancy directly on top of him, engulfing his entire body.

Then stuffed into a bag like he's just some catch to be toted around. Immediately after failing to use him as bait, he's stuffed into yet another bag on top of that, and left to slowly, but surely suffocate.

Just imagine that.

[ladyxblacksmith]

Dust actually jumped when the rabbit moved and replied. He actually didn't expect her to be alive! It took the warrior a moment to calm himself down from the shock of her moving, and a moment still to process her request-Help? She expected him to help? Dust could barely help himself as it was, how could he care for another?! But.. he wouldn't leave her there. Leaning over her again, the warrior fidgeted as he tried to figure out what to do. "U-Uh,do you want me to put you somewhere comfortable?"

Haley rolled onto her back. It was a miracle that she wasn't in a sobbing mess right now. The amount of pain she was in warranted that. She looked up at the fox standing above her. "Dust... I need you to get me to the forge. We keep some medical supplies there. Hopefully my brother is still there and he can patch me up."

[mimibunu]

dustedinsanity replied to your post:entertaining-merchant replied to your post:MEGAN...

{*peeks in* i might be just stupid but zele doesnt see herself there either iFITSNOTTOOMUCHTROUBLEFORYA}

THIS IS WEIRD WHY ARE PEOPLE MISSING

[ladyxblacksmith]

Dust had come upon Haley by pure chance and luck. The maddened warrior barely came out as far as Archer's Pass, let alone explore it--but today, something made him go. And that might've saved Haley--for that idea made him fall down a random hole in the pass, which led to the blacksmith workshop. He had landed with a loud yelp, lay stunned for a moment, and then get up--only to see the limp rabbit. He jumped at first--before curiosity taking him over. Was she dead? He wasn't sure. "Are you ok..?"

The only thing Haley could do was lie there. The damage that damned General did to her made her incapable of moving. She was pretty sure her leg was broken too. She could only hope someone would come for her...

And someone did. She heard someone ask if she was ok. Was that.. Dust? Well whomever it was it was someone. If she could just. Get him to help, then he could get her to the forge, where they kept the medical supplies.

Her voice was weak, but hopefully he would hear her. "Please... Help me."

[mimibunu]

oh look I drew Zele's insane Dust

[that-little-moo]

dustedinsanity has found the moo!

"Uhm... Can I... Help you?.."

*The moo asked the fox swordsman. Darren felt a bit uneasy for some reason, he just couldn't quite put his finger.. err.. claw on it. It's just somthing about this guy that... dosn't seem right...*

[a-soft-fluffy-girl]

((And I shall not let this hugging m!a go to waste. THEREFORE)) And then Zele abruptly throws a rather confused and, of course, frightened Insane!Dust in Dust's path. The reason is unknown, maybe she just enjoys hugs and thinks her muses should too. Thetyrant.

Blinking blankly at the abrupt tossing of the confused and terrified alternate of Dust, he immediately knew which one they were. Giving them a wave-down, he spoke. "Hey." Walking over after he had been announced to prevent him panicking, the fox gripped the other in an embrace, giving them a nuzzle and a squeeze before letting go. "Doing alright?"

[senmithrarin]

The more ill-fated looking fox winced, but not at the counterpart's words. It was a simple result of his dark anxiety, also displayed through his clear signs of fatigue and starvation, the constant, feverish twitching of his ears and the uneased lashing of his tail. He looked down, his own blade, blood-stained and silent, was held in one hand. "I-I gues...I-I'll be honest, I-It was hard for me to believe to...I-I thought it was a mind-game of their--...s-sorts."

♘- Dust’s senses were all attentive, and he could tell the other was agitated. “Mind games…it seems they play tricks.” He brought down his own head, the hat covering his eyes, falling against his hair even more, his lips creasing into a frown.

♘- Downcast eyes finally caught the other’s blade, stained and was that rust? “Your…Ahrah…why does he not talk?” He inquired of the down fated version of himself, his sword. Holding his own blade close, he felt the weapon want to be silent at that moment, holding his tongue.