#scrxll

[scalysacrilege]

"How dare the anonymousss sssuggessst I underssstand measuring! It issss human concept!! I will eat anything whole and there isss nothing they can do to ssstop me!"

“Uh...okay, buddy.” Snoot pat.

[waywardcollective]

contd [x] @scrxll

Just as he was beginning to believe that Synths were his greatest threat, there was something unexpected to come from this. Ultimately, Eli decided long before this individual started hissing their words, that he was certainly in the wrong place. He knew every domain and street, as he stressed the importance of knowing where monitoring Synths walked, but even he slipped up every now and again; the docks weren’t as well explored as he initially thought. He’d missed a section, a claimed one at that, and Eli had met its inhabitant. 

One might find the gentle hush of water hitting the side of the quay soothing, but not when he was being uncomfortably investigated -- and certainly not when he spotted the flash of a forked tongue. How peculiar, but not so much as being expected to emit a certain smell. Whatever this individual was, they had interrogated enough humans to know what smell they carried, and the synthetic wondered what befell them. The urge to reach for his handgun, tucked inside his overcoat, was strong -- but something warned him against doing so. He couldn’t be so sure that the outcome would be a successful one.   

“You’ve mistaken me for being...human,” Eli spoke the last word with some despondency, knowing that he wasn’t fully human. He was only half, and that fact dampened his spirits. His father wanted what’s best for him, but never once did the man take into account how it would affect Eli later on -- or whether he would even want to be a Synthetic-Human Organism. “I’m only part. The rest of me is entirely synthetic.” Curiosity begged him to find out what he smelled of, exactly, but there were more pressing matters, “Am I right to assume that you’re...reptilian?” Even that sounded strange coming out, but nothing surprised Eli any more. 

[abditoryx-archive-blog]

@scrxll | starter call

“can i stick around? i don't usually mind the rain but today i'm not really in the mood for being soaked.."

[drakonfrancais]

☕ // From Ayumu!

“Quoi? Oh. Bonjour. What is this for? You startled me, mon ami, I could have clawed you.”

[vesrever]

@scrxll /cont’d from here

“How affectionate,” he commented. “I don’t know what you want me to do. Is it attention you want?” He stroked Ayumu under the chin. “You’re a good snake, right?”

[eldtunga]

@scrxll

Feykir had been struggling to adapt to this new way of life. Attending balls? Dressing up? Meeting other royals? What an odd thing to be doing. It was something he had to get used to and was very unavoidable. Being extra polite seemed to just come naturally, but the rest was harder for him to deal with. A new prince meant something new for people to see, and along with that came another person to marry. While flirting was minimal, it still occurred at every ball. How annoying.

Still, Feykir was having a hard time with this whole “Prince thing”. Just recently, his mother had come forward to tell him that when he was only three, she moved away from his father, a King. This meant he was of royal blood and in fact had siblings. To prevent too much attention, he was sent to live with someone else. This person would then teach him the ways of being a prince. Every ‘rule’ or common thing people followed was taught to him, no matter how annoying it was to deal with.

The balls started from being very small to this huge elaborate one that he had to travel quite a long time to get to. So many people were around him. Many would ask for him to dance, one or two had already flirted, and it was a little obvious that some people were curious to find out who he was, after all, it isn’t any day you see a random boy from Iceland appear and claim to be a prince. It maybe wasn’t the smartest idea though to talk to this random stranger, but he was his age so why not. As soon as he heard that this boy’s father was throwing the ball, Feykir’s face turned to an even paler color. 'Shit’. Trying to act normal after probably screwing up, Feykir shook the other boy’s hand. “My name is F….Prince Feykir Agnarsson. Sorry.” Saying 'Prince’ before his name would be a bit hard to get used to. “Do you uh…what sort of things do you even do at a ball of this size? What does your father want you to be doing?”

[landforces-archived]

@scrxll continued from here (x)

It’s been one of those days: weird, uncommon, and he happened to have stumbled no one else but Ayumu. Mischief had been a characteristic of his, acting  upon it without a proper reason, not so much.

“Think about the thing that would a big no inside your head, that’s what we should do.”

Except killing people, that’s not on the choice chart.

[scalysacrilege]

[Snake wraps itself round Snide's leg. Snake smells snake and wishes to greet.] //bc snek bros

This is a big snake.

Wait, he recognizes this snake.

“Hey, bud. Gonna go back on that promise of not eating me?”