#maskedchrysalis

[lodestarspectre]

Marth, I command you to kiss your Masters' daughter.

“… Is this a human custom? I presume it to be so.”

“Very well. But I should enlighten you to the fact that I am not human. This may or may not have the effect you intend, grey face.”

[freeasflight-blog]

shepherds-tactician started following you

maskedchrysalis started following you

Had something happened? Why would both of them approach him at once?

"yes?"

[sprightlycleric-blog]

"Oh hello there , Lucina! Do you have some time? Heehee." A sly grin can be seen on the princess's face.

[ylisseanfarmer-blog]

Oh, hey there, Donnel! I didn't expect to see you here.

"Huh? Oh, hey Lucina! I can say the same thing to you too. Been quite some time since I last seen ya 'round. Have you been holdin' up well?"

[contractsouls]

Soulful Lights :: maskedchrysalis & contractsouls

The threads of fate; what an invaluable thing, twisting and turning and connecting singular beings into one. Like the soundless flutter of a butterfly and the cacophonous gusts of storm, fate intertwined, lives affecting other lives in the subtlest and strongest of ways.

If one wished, they may distort reality to suit their desires, empowered by the strings that bound them to others. This Karmic Destiny, he called, determined the potential of a Magical Girl.

Silently, the Incubator sauntered through the forest thicket, verdant leaves vibrant against his white hue. An anomaly among the native creatures, the decaying logs and hunting predators deterred him not, his ambling paws undetected by the organisms resting beneath the green shade. However, he paid no mind to the natural scenery, keen senses tantalized by another, more intriguing phenomena.

Sorrow and indignation lured the alien to a secluded clearing, the only entity standing within a woman of azure hair. She donned an outfit of similar color to her long strands of blue, as well as a weapon sheathed against her slender figure. A swordswoman, the telepathic extraterrestrial believed, drawn to the suppressed feelings raging in the depths of her soul. Willpower, a quite noble quality, somehow resonated especially to the tailed contractor.

Thus, the Incubator closed the distance between the empathetic female and his pragmatic little self, relinquishing his protective invisibility in order to speak with her. Though he already sensed formidable abilities in her combat assemblage, the sheer, magnificent potential the warrior possessed would doubtlessly overshadow her current powers, though only if she consented to the burdens of a wish.

"Good morning, Lucina," Kyubey abruptly greeted, his airy voice dissonant to the previous silence, "I've been looking to ask a favor from you."

[distant-swordmaster-blog]

Evening

 Lon'qu observed the never ending crowd of people streaming in and out of the town's center. The summer heat was finally dissolving into an evening warmth, the amount of people swelling in the square. Turning his back to the sight of jovial laughter and lights, Lon'qu peered back into the opened window of the blacksmith.  His sword was still in the process for being repaired, the steel blade breaking from a mock duel. Even though Lon'qu felt guilty for not taking care of the sword better, he remembered the first time he received the blade from King Basilio. He didn't name it, like many other myrmidons did to their swords, but he was fond of its crisp sheen and comfortable leather grip.

 Looking back at the growing crowd of people, the symphony of clangs behind him blocking out any other sound as he grew lost in his thoughts.