#seherensi

[taletricks]

"My champion." The king grins, a head resting on a gold decked hand. "Attend me~" Oh, that smirk was teasing, nothing but playfulness in Udul-Kalama's demeanor.

Caw Caw prides himself in many things and not being taken off guard was one of them but, Udul-Kalama, King of Uruk, had studied that guard and found it’s tiny little faults. First it’s the name, “my champion”; although a normal name, it’s the way the pronoun rolled off the tongue, claiming the Corvid as his own. The name alone made Caw Caw turn around and raise an eyebrow, slightly intrigued but also wary; the King is a cunning one.

Second, it’s Udul’s demeanour, the grin melting into a smirk and his leaning position, effortlessly inviting the Corvid to come forth. Caw Caw knew the royal had nothing but playful intentions and his bait was ever the success; thirdly, the simple command from a King with no manners but with authority. 

Approaching the dais, he knelt on one knee, head bowed, Caw Caw pulling all the manners he could muster and remember before effortlessly picking up Uduls spare hand with his own. Bringing knuckles to lips, he looked up at the seated royal.

“ Of course, my King. ”  //  @seherensi

[taletricks]

"Gold looks nice on you, dear heart." It was a soft spoken observation, as Udul traced fingers over the bird's back, careful not to ruffle the feathers too much with his touch.

Gold had been a gift, a ribbon on his leg to let him come and go as he pleased, a gift of freedom. Although he hardly ever left the palace grounds, finding the gardens very comfortable, filled with everything a crow could need, the thought that he could simply leave and return whenever was comforting. He would be hesitant to say it, Uruk felt more like home than anywhere he had been.

Caw Caw half crowed, nodding at Udul, agreeing with the royals statement. His body tensed as he was touched, the feeling still odd and unfamiliar but, not completely unwelcome. He relaxed before his head turned towards the man, trying to butt his head into Uduls fingers; human nails can scratch where talons and beak can not. // @seherensi

[taletricks]

                                  THE FLAW IN HIS ARMOUR 

                                                 @seherensi

[aifeala]

"You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that does not change its purpose."

    “ Perhaps that does not change it’s purpose but that spear may ne’er again have to wound where it does not wish too.  I see no reason why it can’t be so... “  For was he not a weapon who wished he never needed to hurt again?  No, that he could take back all the pain he ever caused.  An impossibility, but a wish. 

[miracrule-blog]

seherensi replied to your post: “… must we really return to the topic of modest...

and yet,… More of me is covered than certain effigies present in your church.

“... jesus christ could not think about such a thing while nailed to a cross. don’t be foolish.”

[miracrule-blog]

                                                cont  -----  @seherensi.

the edo period, a time that was once so cherished by amakusa shirou tokisada... the time where he had been living as a human, learning from his teachers, helping others, believing in the word of god that had been delivered unto him. shirou knew that some day, somehow, there would be a reason for chaldea to get involved in this era due to its influence over what was now modern japan but--

well, he didn’t think it would be himself to be sent here. perhaps it was intentional, perhaps the mast felt he had some unfinished business in the depths of his heart, but personally... shirou felt nothing in coming here. he had found his resolve moments before his death, so any ill will he could have bore towards those of this era was long gone.

do you want to end up like that fool, amakusa shirou tokisada?!  a soldier had been yelling upon their arrival to the nearest village, seeming to be weeding out believers of a religion they did not condone. of course shirou hears it, of course udul-kalama hears it, but shirou wishes that the lancer in his company hadn’t.

the grip on shirou’s sword tightens as he turns to udul, lifting a hand to press it against his chest, all the while offering an apologetic smile.

“really, it’s alright, lancer.”  he says, attempting to sound as soothing as possible.  “what they say is true, and i will not deny it. i was a fool. people followed me, believed in me, but i allowed them to die in vain because of my own arrogance... so really, you needn’t be angry at the words they say. i knew this much would be the case after my death.”