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[gerudospiriit]

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" Yeah? "

Gripping a limb herself, Nabooru yanked herself up into the tree, surprised the it held when she straddled it and rested her back against the gnarled trunk. The trees here hardly passed as such anymore, the shadows not only killing but warping them into the stuff of a child's imagination when roving through a darkened wood. The bark felt ice cold to the touch, and it sent a shiver racing down her spine.

" What does the familiarity feel like? " the Gerudo asked, eyes drifting toward the tower jutting upward into an ever-dark sky. A monument the shadows did not fully obscure, and a source of her own discomfort for different reasons. " Does it feel familiar in a good way? A bad way? Something in between? "

[accultant]

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Iago knows without a doubt, as they have for as long as they can remember, that they should be dead. Their wretched urges aren't the exact same as those that plague their siblings. Theirs are a more specifically catered type, more befitting of a lamb for the slaughter: the constant nagging desire to lay down their pitiful life, an overwhelming sense of wrongness that worsens every second their heart beats on past its time, an overly vivid imagination that colors their head with visions of their kin squeezing their neck until they turn blue. Gouging out their eyes and digging through their battered skull for anything worthwhile. Running them through with a dagger and delighting in how long it takes them to bleed out. These things flit behind Iago's eyes in an instant while they hover in the doorway, barely registered among the constant barrage this particular breed of Bhaalspawn endures. 

And still, they drag their reluctant feet and terrified heart after Nan. They wonder vaguely, while they step into the dark, unsafe space of the barn, if it's still Them in control at the moment, or another instance of their own Urge waltzing them to their deathbed. They're fairly certain they still have their faculties about them, but they can never be entirely confident in that. For all their cold composure, Iago will be the first to admit they are not one ounce any more sane than the rest of their more bloodlusted brethren. 

Their mouth is dry, their hands shaky and picking at the loose thread on their sleeve, and they eye her unhidden tail for sudden movements while they find the courage (or stupidity) to keep talking, "I came to tell you that I plan to do just that."

A pause, then a stumbling correction, “Not the- the guts part. You spilling my guts, I mean. Not that. That's not why I'm-” 

A daydream of Nan's teeth sinking into their throat dances behind Iago's eyelids when they squeeze their eyes shut and try again, “I came to promise the same to you as I promised to Puck. Honesty, for as little as you may trust my word on that. Answers, for what questions you feel inclined to ask." 

[inevitableking]

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Alistair frowned in return, though there was more of a pout in his expression than the look Nan had been giving him. "It was worth a shot," he mumbled, just barely resisting the urge to cross his arms. Perhaps he should have tried harder, especially considering he'd been trying to make a point.

Of course, that point wasn't exactly that he was cruel and selfish and unreasonable. But it had seemed the best way to try to create at least a little bit of space between them - not because he'd wanted to, but because he needed her to know that he was going to mess up.

Because he always messed something up, but to simply say he could be an idiot would be laughed off. "I wasn't going for scary," he continued. "I was… I don't know. Clearly it didn't work."

[pressedpetalsinpages]

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Things had taken such a strange turn.

In all of her life she'd never imagined that she would end up in a camp with such a colorful array of characters. Most of whom - including herself - had mindflayer tadpoles stuck in their heads. The threat of becoming monsters loomed over them all.

Currently, though, she was being used a guinea pig for a new soup that Niamh had wanted to make.

At least she wasn't the only one. Niamh had pulled Nan over to the campfire as well and had the tiefling plop down right by Chloe. Then she went off to, presumably, pull Ruby into her shenanigans as well. At least that's what Chloe assumed, watching the selkie go towards Ruby's tent.

She hadn't talked with Nan much. Trying to shift into a comfortable sitting position, she asked, "What do you think Niamh is making this time?"

[calamitism]

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Contrary to whatever Nan may think, Kore isn't trying to escape. But the grip on her wrist is definitely too tight for her liking, and worse yet is how much longer of strides the taller tiefling takes compared to Kore's own shorter legs that are struggling to keep up.

"Dear gods, pleeeease! You can do that without snapping my wrist in half! Ow, ow, ow!"

She almost trips over herself before finally letting out a shrill huff. And then her tail shoots out, wrapping itself around Nan's ankle and yanking hard.

She may go down, but at least it won't be alone. And nor will she lose her hand!

[thefantasyzonemuses]

-- @sanguinisa

Tajiri’s days couldn’t stay quiet forever, and he was fooling himself if he thought they could. They’d been nice and peaceful for a while, feeling like something was finally at peace with the world. But the world isn’t united by peace - the only things that unite anything are blood and war. So this bubble, this fragile, peaceful little life he’d found, was shattered unceremoniously by the sound of war drums and shouting.

He rolled his eyes so hard he felt the muscles spasm in his left, then got to his hooves and went to check it out, surveying the scene from a nice vantage point he’d found.

Blood everywhere. Bodies everywhere too, probably goblins. What else did he expect? And then, in the middle of the madness, a strange woman. A two-legs. Covered in blood and acting like a cornered animal that had been caged for years. Rabid eyes darting about. Even from up here, Tajiri could tell something was wrong.

Had they hurt her? Blasted things.

Well, back at it.

He rolled his shoulders back, picked up his batons, ran back through his hideaway, and then joined the fray - hitting the goblins where it would hurt, but wouldn’t kill. A few bones broke under the blows, though nothing would leave lasting damage, instead just being an inconvenience for a short while and hopefully reminding them of what not to do.

For the last one, taunting the strange woman, he just lifted one of his legs and kicked them in the back, watching them fall forward with a satisfying ‘plosh’ sound into the blood. His tail flicked from side to side, and he looked up at the woman.

“Are you alright?” he asked. He couldn’t hide the wrinkle in his nose at the smell, or the fact she was a two-legs - clumsy, hopeless things, they usually were - but he could try and be civil, at least. “The look in your eyes, did they hurt you?”

[intothewildsea]

Nan seeing Niamh in a sunddres like BARK BARK BARK AWOOOOGA WOLF WHISTLE WOLF WHISTLE BARK // @sanguinisa

me at nan

[bloodtwin]

Nan is sooooo sweet and soooo niceys and soooooooooooooo sweet and she puts just the ugliest fucking hat on puck's head like holy shit where did this thing come from it has jingle bells and sequins what. oh no. Unclear whether she recognises how ugly it is. Oh dear. // @sanguinisa

❝  Wow, this  is  the  most  beautiful  hat  I've  ever  worn.  Thank  you,  Nan.  ❞  It  is  unclear  whether  Puck  genuinely  believes  that  or  not.

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