IMPORTANT SCIENTIFIC QUESTION FOR EVERY PRINXE would you win in a fight against an ostrich. this is the most important question of the century. the fate of the universe depends on this
Adulationis doesn't even try to fight, he just runs away.
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Leviath also runs away, but dignified.
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Sakareth says he can. He can't.
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Brolkoron just wants a nap, why would you set an ostrich on him??
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Azodos would sooner cry than fight an ostrich.
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Nammon would win.
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Asmarath succeeds in luring the ostrich away from people, and then running away from it themself.
for everyone who has siblings what do you think of them? (that includes half siblings)
Adulationis raises a brow, looking baffled. "I don't have any siblings."
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Sakareth's face twists. He says nothing, gets up, and leaves the room.
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Brolkoron purrs softly, a smile appearing on their face.
"I have three half siblings," he answers slowly, humming his words. "Identical triplets, very rowdy, but I love them. Their names are Inchrokel, Illmunar, 'n Korkaz. Chro's deaf, so Mun 'n Kor made everyone who works in the castle learn CSL."
Giving a soft sigh, he snuggles his face into his pillow.
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Asmarath sighs wistfully, leaning their cheek on their hand.
"I wish I had siblings," they lament, a sad smile on their face. "That'd be so much fun. To be honest, I'm kind of surprised my dad only had... me, given he was, you know."
Adulationis blinks, fidgeting where he sits. Unconsciously, his hand reaches up to rest against his chest, clutching the fabric there.
"Um... Well," the Prince of Pride laughs, forcing a smile. "Probably when Prince Lucixiur forced all his power onto me. And then died. In front of me. Not fun."
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Leviath doesn't move from his spot on the throne, a hand absent-mindedly running through the black fur of the sleeping fox on his lap.
"I did not have a childhood," the Prince of Envy says, his tone clipped and still. "But my most abhorred memories are of Prince Lucixiur. I will spare you the details."
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"Where do I fucking start?" Sakareth cackles, leaning back on the ripped, battered couch that looked as though, once upon a time, it had been rather expensive. "My fucking mother is a bad memory all together. My challenge and my father was pretty fucked up too. Actually, I don't think I ever had a good moment in my childhood."
The Prince of Wrath sobers up at that, the manic grin fading from his face. He looks away and crosses his arms over his chest, scoffing. "Life fucking sucks."
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"Mmrp?" Brolkoron blinks awake, squinting against the light. Their eyes drift shut, and they hum. "Leas' favorite childhood memory..."
The Prince of Sloth rolls over on the giant, fluffy, plush bed, stretching out with a satisfied sound. "Bein' locked 'n a room for thirty years, prob'ly. Wasn't fun."
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Azodos doesn't look up from the cat on his lap, cooing to them under his breath and petting them. After a long moment, he speaks, still not looking up from his cat.
"Getting bullied by the other greedlings. Getting my scales ripped out." The Prinxe of Greed pauses, before giving a shrug. "When my mother gave me up. She didn't even name me."
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Nammon leans against the wall outside the war room, sighing to themself. "I am unsure if it counts, because it happened when I was 0.19 years old. But..."
The Prinxe of Gluttony looks away, crossing their arms. "Watching my mom get eaten."
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Asmarath's happy smile freezes. For a long moment, she's still, the smile fading off her face as her eyes go distant, lost in a memory.
"Coming home to nobody there," the Princette of Lust says softly, still lost in her thoughts.
How about a 5 for everyone? Including Jangle, Fluffy, and the fox trio, for they are very important answers
ask meme
5. What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?
A grin spreads across Adulationis' freckled face.
"Read!" The Prince of Pride answers cheerfully, swaying side to side on the window-seat cushion. "I didn't get to before I came to the castle. General Lexiuth had to teach me."
He pauses, and then looks down at his lap, seemingly embarrassed. "There's just... so much stuff I didn't know. And so many stories!"
Suddenly flustered, Adulationis ducks his head. "I just want to hear as many as I can."
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"I do not have much free time," Leviath says slowly. The black fox in his lap sits up, stretching out, turning once, and laying down again. The Prince of Envy smiles, resting a hand on the little fox's head.
"When I do, however, have some time to myself, I like to spend time with my partner or my foxes," he answers easily. "And my foxes like to spend their free time getting up to mischief. Mocheh here is quite mellow, however. He's practically amicable compared to Chuvoh and Miavari."
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"Pfft."
Sakareth gives a loud snort, and lounges back on the ripped couch. He relaxes his wings and leans his head over the back of the couch, and doesn't move when he speaks next.
"Now that," the Prince of Wrath sneers, sounding particularly nasty, "is none of your fucking business."
He refuses to say anything else.
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"Nap," Brolkoron says, his voice slow and dripping with sleep. "Also like hangin' out with my sibs."
He rolls over and yawns, and an offended meow is heard, muffled under the blanket. A disgruntled persian cat pokes their head above the blanket, and upon locating Brolkoron, makes their way over to him and curls up on his back.
"Fluffy likes napping too," the Prinxe of Sloth murmurs, closing his eyes. "Likes cuddling."
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"Going through my hoard!" Azodos doesn't look up from his lap, where a very contented Jangle is batting lazily at his hands. "Like to see what I do have and what I don't and what I can get in the future. Jangle likes tripping me, but it's okay because I love them."
Azodos doesn't say anything for a long moment, simply playing with Jangle.
"... I also like studying miasma. There's a lot of things you can do with it, but there's not very many resources on it. At least, that I've found. Did you know we cirixites can teleport if we refine our skill in Summon enough? It's hard to do, but we can do it if we want to learn how."
The Prince of Greed doesn't look up, but Jangle bats his hand, and he smiles.
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"Free time...?"
The tactician looks lost, furrowing their brow. The shouts from the war room die down a bit, and Nammon looks over their shoulder at the door. Their eyes narrow.
"I am fighting a war. I have no time for free time." The Prinxe of Gluttony straightens up, leaning back against the wall again.
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"I'll let you guess," the Prince of Lust says, winking and sticking his tongue out. He lets out a laugh, waving his hands a little. "Luckily for you, that's not the only thing I like to do."
Asmarath shifts, stretching his arms above his head. His feathered wings tense up behind him, and he takes a moment to stretch them out too, the brilliant purple plumage rustling gently over itself.
"I enjoy helping others whenever I can," he finally says, his tone contented and happy. "I like spending time with others, talking, catching up, a little bit of all of the above, really."
6. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?
Sakareth's mouth twists, and for a moment, he looks as though he may cry. But then, he scoffs, and crosses his arms.
"Fine. The hardest thing I've ever had to do was face my father alone. Face my challenge alone. Face... the throne alone."
The Prince of Wrath looks away, huffing out another, shaky breath. He doesn't say anything else.
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Brolkoron doesn't look up. Their cat dozes on their between their wings, looking content. When the Prinxe of Sloth speaks, they sound surprisingly lucid.
"Hardest thing I've ever done was step outside this room."
1. Who makes up your family? How close are you to them?
The Prince of Wrath snorts so hard he starts coughing, alternating between wheezing for breath and laughing it all away.
"By Eos, that-" Sakareth wheezes, gasping for breath. "That is the WORST thing you could have asked me."
Once he's recovered from his fit, he manages to speak, still snickering. "My fucking mother is- no, no she was General Madranok Wrathdottir, the Hybrid Hunter, Wrath's top general. I murdered her."
He's on a roll now, manic grin returning. "My fucking father was Prince Almaran Rethson, the fourth Prince of Wrath, the Charismatic, piece of shit bastard. Tricked a 16 year old into agreeing to a fight to the death. Me. The only reason I'm alive here and now is because he got too full of himself and broke the rules."
He pauses, and shrugs, leaning back against the couch and tapping his foot on the floor. His wings twitch. "I don't have any other family."
13. You’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build and where do you build it?
16. Describe your perfect day.
20. Describe your biggest pet peeve.
Sakareth pauses where he's picking out a piece of fluff from the tattered couch. When the question properly registers, he lets out a snort.
"A perfectly normal house, nowhere near the fucking Wrath Circle or this stupid fucking castle," he sneers, vehemently ripping the piece of fluff out of the couch. "Somewhere I can be myself and not the Prince of Wrath."
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"M' perfect day..." Koro murmurs, snuggling deeper into the blanket that's wrapped around them. They keep their eyes closed, taking a slow, deep breath and staying silent for several minutes.
When they speak again, they sound on the verge of sleep. "... Day where I don' have to worry abou' responsibilities. Jus' wanna hang out with my sibs all day. 'n maybe we end the day building a pillowfort 'n we go to sleep all snuggled up..."
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Nammon rubs circles into their temples as another shout from inside the war room rings loud enough to be heard.
"My current pet peeve," they mutter under their breath, giving a long, suffering sigh. "Is when people do not listen when they are being spoken to. I do not like having to repeat myself, most especially when the subject matter is important."
okay a question for everyone!! if you had to describe your gender without using any trinary descriptions (ex: fem, masc, gender-neutral, etc), how would you describe it?
Adulationis taps his cheek, furrowing his brows.
"That's a hard one," he finally says, diamond tipped tail swishing idly. "I didn't realize I was male until after I was 18. I was just kinda content to go by she/her because my mother was really the only person I knew?"
Suddenly flustered by his little tangent, he clears his throat and speaks again. "Um, I'd have to say like... geodes. With orange crystals in them."
He ducks his head and fiddles with his fingers, a soft orange flush coloring his freckled cheeks.
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"No trinary descriptions?" Leviath contemplates for a moment.
"Then, velvet and silk," he answers smoothly, gloved fingers combing through the fur of the pitch fox sitting in his lap. He seems content enough with his answer.
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"Uh..."
Sakareth fidgets where he sits, brow wrinkled in thought.
"Blood," he finally answers, sounding lost in thought. "But not like, blood. I mean when it's like... when you can feel your chest pounding? When it rushes through you and you just feel like you could fight the world? I don't..."
Cheeks flushing red, he huffs out a growl. "Ugh, whatever. Red works."
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Brolkoron rolls over, and for a moment, it seems as though they've fallen back asleep.
"Sofmt..." he murmurs, so soft it can barely be heard. "Blankets 'n furs 'n warm."
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Azodos doesn't look up from his lap, the jewelry on his wings clinking as he lets the cat in his lap play with the chain jewelry covering his hands.
"Clinky," he says after a moment, wiggling his fingers so the chains clank together. "Clink clink clink. That's my gender."
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"Snakeskin and scales." Nammon cracks a brief smile, though it quickly vanishes at another shout from the closed doors of the war room behind them.
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Asmarath taps their mouth thoughtfully.
"That's a tough one!" They clap their hands together with a smile. "I'm genderfluid, so I get a bit of everything depending on the day. Right now... Hm."
They think for another moment. "If glowbuds were made of crystal. Crystal, glowing flowers. That's what I feel like right now, I'd have to say."
