#liionessofcintra

[wonderhevrts]

closed rp with @liionessofcintra​

♕ — Otto had been staying in the town for a matter of months. It was quiet, his house was close to the woods, so he was able to go there and run around in his bear form as much as he liked. Although some time ago, a couple men had seen him and tried to kill him, but he’d gotten away. Since then, he had been careful. 

But now, he was fucked. He had heard that a witcher had arrived into town, so knowing what they were like, Otto decided to run away. But while he was running through the woods, his foot was caught in a bear trap. As much as he tried, he couldn’t get off of it. And he couldn’t exactly yank his foot off, without hurting himself further. So he was fucked. 

He groaned in pain and sat there, thinking of his options. While he was contemplating on if he should just gnaw his whole leg off, he heard rustling and foot steps coming closer. Shit. He hoped it wouldn’t be the Witcher or a hunter. 

Seeing the young blonde girl walk over, Otto saw the weapon she had and was wary of her. But maybe if he’d show her that he wasn’t dangerous, she might help him? He let out a soft growl to get her attention and lowered his head. 

[krxkor]

@liionessofcintra​ plotted s.

a burst of energy heralded her arrival, trees quivering as the make-shift portal collapsed, spitting her into the dirt of this world. A world that was not unlike her own and yet so very different. Once her kin had walked here, the Aen Seidhe, now humans build palaces atop their bones. Hulda scoffed at that thought, rising on shaky legs to take her first steps on new soil.  At first she had been angry that the new king’s attention lay on things so far from their court and its troubles, but in this moment with leaves sticking in her hair and mud upon her dress the former lady was more than thankful for the absence of spectators. Her insights were still churning and her meak attempt at a stable portal would have made even Caranthir, that dreadful golden child, crack a smile.  She might not have been as talented as the Red Rider’s trusted general, but she was just as determined, so as soon as her bones felt like they were cut from marble again, instead of being made out of sand, she closed her eyes, spread her thoughts and her mind into this new world, this new magic, and the thousands upon thousands of mortal dreams that floated around her.  After all she was as much a ghost as she was a woman and even if she could not step through time and place with the simple shrug of her shoulders, her mind wandered upon mist and snowdrift easily. “Cirilla”, she whispered into the minds of many, hoping to find just the one, “Cirilla”, a name that had been whispered in the halls of the Aen Elle for many a day, “Answer me, child, I beg of you. For I came far and wide to speak to you”