#hisknghts

[shadowsceptered]

@hisknghts / starter call!

...oh, that's a dimension too far. Reptilian eyes dart back to the speaker in surprise, finding himself stood in the center of the court. Dimension is too generous -- it's the space of being stared down by an unfamiliar (yet eerily recognisable) group of people, and a stranger at the throne at foot of it all. Mephiles doesn't say anything, something akin to caught in headlights as he's trying to analyse just WHERE this is.

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high pain tolerance. / @hisknghts asked: “I know you can manage it, you simply don’t have to.”

Fresh lacerations littered her body. She could not see herself, but she knew, regardless — that the very sight of her was uncouth. The wounds were small, but numerous; they bled, and stained her purple robes.

It was the result of her foolish moves during battle, and it was a consequence she was willing to bear; so she will continue manage it. Those paltry words did nothing but strengthen her defenses. Blaze turned her head away and gritted her teeth. ❝ I need to. ❞ Her anger, though only a small fickle flame on the tip of her tail, was visible in more ways than one — on her countenance and in her tone. ❝ You, of all people must understand that. ❞

Flames encased her body, before dispersing as quickly as they appeared. In her attempt to cauterize her wounds, she instead worsened them.

She would just have to work swiftly.

Blaze, despite her unsteadiness, began to walk. ❝ I must handle the threat. ❞ It was her interdimensional responsibility, she alone must shoulder the burden.

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🫟 !!!

❝ I pray it won't be my hand that severs your head; it would be a much more fitting end to fall to something made to match you. But if the circumstances are right, and I am under his watchful gaze, then I will fight without hesitation in my actions; nor remorse on my countenance. I wish for you to do the same; I want to believe we have both never changed in that regard, and you'd understand what must be done. We are no longer children playing in the forest.

... Yes, that's quite unfortunate, isn't it? I want to dance like we did back then; but I doubt I'd see a grin now. Your armor conceals you.

It matters not. In the aftermath, I will heal your wounds, and ensure your flight.

A place among your kingdom is something I have never once desired, but I also wish... I could have a presence during your funeral.

It would never be fulfilled, I would not allow it. For we've never once needed many words; everything left unsaid wouldn't be when our gazes lock. Yes, that idea would satisfy my selfish desire. ❞

[narrated]

arthur who's 3'11 w/ marya & aphelion

miss mawya and her aminals

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continued. / @hisknghts

Bushy tail swung back and forth, whilst an uneasy expression kept trained on the king. She did not reply — trust was meant to be held with care; handing it so carelessly to one who could dare to misuse it... that was a danger she was not willing to step into.

Guessing was no challenge. She saw him; expression, body language, intonation — a playfulness that vaguely reminded her of his counterpart. Though it was likely due to the two sharing a similar visage — Blaze would not be so foolish as to fall into a sense of security given a flimsy connection. ❝ A gift, of sorts. ❞ But not one of simple affection. They were both of royalty; there was an underlying motive, a thoughtful step into a desired direction.

Her arms crossed. ❝ Am I correct? ❞

[thresholds]

🚩 !!

unpopular rpc opinions conversation pit.

i feel like every time i dip out of the tumblr rpc for a bit and come back, it's become even more antisocial than the last time. like tell me why it's now en vogue for people to just be like "i don't follow anyone first" or "i probably won't follow back" like do you follow anyone. actually. like atp just stick to 1x1s because what's the point of having an indie rp blog if you have no interest in actually interacting outside of like your three friends. like. rp is at its core a social hobby. you gotta be. like. at least a little bit social..................idk

[shadowpaw-shiba]

❛ Are you a wayfarer , masked one .ᐣ Have you strayed from your purposed path .ᐣ ❜

   —Strayed from his purposed path?

He'd never strayed from the ShadowPaw lifestyle a day in his life. What on Borba could the hedgehog possibly be referring to?

❝ I'll have you know there ain't nobody more ShadowPaw ninja than I am. ❞

Jingo sounded slighted, disrespected and above all personally attacked.

❝ Nobody alive anyways. ❞ ⸻Jingo suddenly didn't want to talk about this any further. As two blue-furred animals that aren't usually blue, he hopes Arthur will respect Jingo's personal boundaries here and not probe him further on his loyalties towards keeping ShadowPaw alive.

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assorted dialogue prompts 2. / @hisknghts asked: “ Then why are you following me? ”

His eyes widened.

Tails stood there, frozen in time. The silence that followed the hedgehog's question would've been deafening — if the wind hadn't picked up, and shook the branches in their wake. It was only until the wind calmed did he turn his head away.

That question struck Tails harder than it should've. The king — which he assumed from the crown — didn't mean it like that, but it still hurt a part of him to hear it from such a familiar face.

Focus. He didn't know how long the other knew, but it might've been immediate; his fur did no favours hiding him from unwelcomed eyes. ( He was also just sloppy for some reason, stumbling around like he hadn't done anything similar before. Stupid. )

Tails looked back, his composure returning as his heartbeat slowed. ❝ Because... ❞ He was scared. ❝ I didn't know if you meant harm or not, ❞ he said.