#redwingwarrior

[mandysxmuses]

@redwingwarrior 

“Hm. And to think back then I assumed you would be a neat little project of mine... now I see you only stand in my way. And those who stand in the way of vengeance... must die.”

[mandysxmuses]

☭ (redwingwarrior)

Battle theme: Queen of Rose

Battle intro: “’Friendly spar’, eh, sis? Bit of a warning, I fight dirty...”

Victory: “For the record, I went easy on you.”

Defeat: “Did I seriously just get my ass handed to me by my little sister-?!”

Assist: “-- I’ve got dibs on this one!”

Taunt: “Teleportin’ around like a little baby, huh?”

Reacting to Taunt: “Alright, I’ll step up my game!”

Flee: “I can’t believe this-!!”

Reacting to Flee: “Hahaha.. haha!! And to think I was holding back~”

Tie: “You’re getting better at this.”

Perfect Victory: “Oh no -- did I go too far?!”

Finishing Move: “Here’s a present, sis!!”

[thefallenapprentice]

Sage Words (redwingwarrior)

Send me “Sage Words“ and my muse will give yours life advice.

“Obedience through loyalty is more valuable than one borne of fear.”

One would think such ‘advice’ would be obvious. But there was a time millennia ago when Sparda had to beat the notion into his and his brother’s heads. It sounded ridiculous back then. Demons at their core only cared for their own self interests. Their own individual advancement and survival. And devils even more so. 

Loyalties could be broken if the threat was great enough.

Modeus did not understand back then just how strong of a leash loyalty could be. How detrimental, yet sweet. Observing true fealty was like watching someone under a compulsion or spell. A trained dog defending their master even under threat of a horrific death. He saw the ragtag group of outcasts Sparda gathered grow into a full scale rebellion as it happened. And though they were still grossly outnumbered by the legions under Mundus’ command, these loyalists each had the power and tenacity of a legion on their own.

It was on that day, when the Demon King was overthrown and the humans’ freedom won, that Modeus understood the power of true loyalty.

And as the centuries afterwards ticked on, and he and his brother waited for Sparda to return, Modeus learned how ironclad of a chain it could be.

[sxitiswritten]

🐧 (from redwingwarrior)

@redwingwarrior

first one to put a 🐧 will be married to my muse for 4 days

“I’ve suffered worse i suppose.”

[mandysxmuses]

@redwingwarrior cont.

“Sparda’s... your... grandpa...?”

Don’t mind her, she’s just standing there gawking and frozen. Oops, her phone was just dropped on the floor. And she’s not even picking it up, she’s just staring.

“You’re.. related to...”

[mandysxmuses]

NO! Reversed (-from redwingwarrior)

Send “NO! reversed” for my muse to find your dying muse

The van came to a screeching stop, as did Nero’s beating heart. Was that ... was that ...?!

Alright, there was no need to lose his head. She was probably fine. Granted, it was definitely pretty strange to see her just lying there in the road, but -- Narri was tough enough at this point in her life to get through anything.

-- God, that was a lot of blood.

What the hell happened ...?

The hunter threw the door open, jumping out and running to her side. “Narri? Hey! Look at me --” He patted the side of his sister’s face, trying to see if some part of her was still aware. “Who did this? I’ll kill ‘em for ya. ... Narri?”

A metal hand began to trail its thumb over her cheek. “C’mon, you little shit, this isn’t funny. ... You better say something ...!”

It was when her blood began to stain his boots that he grew more anxious. “.. A name. What did they look like? Give me something. Anything. Please. I can’t let them live. Not if they take you from me.”