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Can I just say I love the fact that the rough stoic mc is almost as savage as his father when it comes to comebacks, the line when he says "Good you aren't as ignorant as you as you appear Father" made me laugh out loud
How does Elezar feel about an MC that attacks him with the sword during the execution?
Glad you enjoyed the reactions depending on how the MC is. And if I were to say how many things went through Eleazar's mind, it would be a long little text 😅 But to sum it up, he might have had some paranoid thoughts about Fion poisoning the MC against him, or that Fion drove them apart to the point where the MC attacked him and things like that, even though deep down he knows it's not quite like that, or it's not just that.
⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️
Round 4
Fion (Wolf Moon)
Flower (Moschops)
I know Both/Neither.
Baal has begrudgingly made a lover in my save of Cult of the lamb. IM SO PROUD. Its funny tho cuz you have this moody black cat being tailed by an orange tabby. like sir. Well, Introducing Fion the orange tabby. she wasn't gonna be an OC bUT I GUESS NOW THIS IS A THING
My dnd group had a Secret Strahd swap, and this is my gift for @whumpr! Promise is my character, and Fion is his!
Promise sits on her bedroll next to the spectral, glowing figure of Saint Markovia, the guardian she summoned to watch over them. She hopes it’s enough to shield them from all that hunts them in the night.
Her eyes keep drifting to Fion. She knows there are fangs now beneath the mask that he so rarely takes off. Distantly, she wonders if he is having nightmares. She resolves to wake him if that is the case.
Her companion deserves better. He doesn’t know who he is, despite her best efforts. Rictavio, Rudolph, whatever his name is, Fion’s former mentor hasn’t been helpful.
She tried so many times over the last several days. Detect Thoughts wasn’t made to be used in this way. It was meant to probe, to question, not to excavate. Not to retrieve, not to steal. She could only cast it so many times in a day, but it felt so important. It is so important.
Fion is like her, in a way. They’re both outsiders, going through life amidst a chorus of whispers and stares, or, more often, silence and solitude. But Fion is a stranger to himself. His solitude extends inward.
She understands why he so staunchly holds firm to his pacifism, now. If she didn’t know who she was, she would cling to any semblance of a tenet she could claw from the fog.
It was two days ago when she nearly died, when Ismark saved her life. And even in that fight, Fion held tight to his morals. She remembers Garret wielding his weapon, looking near feral as he swiped at Volenta, at the spiders. She remembers her vision blurring as Volenta’s teeth sank into her neck. She remembers Fion doing anything he could other than harming another being. She remembers his guilt, after. His profession that he would never have forgiven himself. And yet, when she thinks back, all she can focus on is Fion commanding the beast of fire and magma that had looked so dangerous, and how he single-handedly saved Davian Martikov from certain death.
It was yesterday when she cast Detect Thoughts for the eighth time and finally, finally got through. It was yesterday when she warped a spell meant to read thoughts and used it to delve deep into her companion’s psyche and search for pieces of himself that were snatched away.
No, not pieces. Pieces are what were left behind. Her companion that she’s come to know, respect, and care for is cobbled together from fragments that were left behind when he was hollowed out and scraped clean.
It was yesterday when she was finally able to pierce through the fog and snatch a stolen memory. It was yesterday when she saw what had happened to Fion, the ritual that had stripped him of himself.
She will never forget how small he was, after that.
It was today when Fion was killed, when she was forbidden to heal him. She should have healed him anyway, Strahd be damned. As she looks over at her companion, she can’t stop guilt from coiling low in the pit of her stomach.
It was today when Fion was forced to betray his values, forced to kill. Forced to feed.
Her purpose is to prevent people from dying before their time. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not to Fion, not to Viktor.
A clawed purple hand drifts to the pouch of diamonds at her side, no longer stored in her bag. She won’t chance the precious gems being stolen again. These diamonds are the most important items she’s ever had in her possession. These diamonds are her only chance to reverse the most horrific thing that has ever happened to her companion. To her friend, she amends to herself. She can allow herself to call him that privately.
She has to hope that Luvash will get her more diamonds.
Promise takes a deep breath, looking out into the woods where Rudolph van Richten disappeared, where a celestial, powerful being searches the woods for them. In the gentle golden light cast from Saint Markovia’s shield, her hand wraps around the amulet that they had stolen from the Abbey. It feels like sunshine. It’s… strange.
They stole that amulet because of what it could do to Fion in the wrong hands. Even with an unhinged deva scouring the forest, she can’t regret it.
Slowly, silently, she leans over and pulls Fion’s blanket further up to cover his shoulders. He doesn’t stir. She’s not surprised.
Promise sits back down and begins to attune to the Holy Symbol of Ravenloft. Warmth fills her chest as she slips it over her head and settles the pendent against her holy symbol. She can’t help Fion now, not like this.
More power, more diamonds, more time, and then she can help her friend.
Until then, she can only prepare for tomorrow.
me? finally drawing witness fion again?
"Esper crew! Reporting for duty!"
I love them all so much 🥰
My very first character sheet!! This is Fable!! He's my second ever fursona and the cute aggression is hitting SO GOOD!!! <3
I don't think any fandom has ever motivated me this much to get creative and stay creative!!! This took me about 3 days on and off and I just genuinely enjoyed every. Second.
Gods look at my booooy!!!
