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[vallablooded]

FOR A HEROES PARADE | Accepting.  

✥ | “Mm, you really think so?” She smiles at Orochi, clasping both of her hands together over her chest. Megan’s managed to be able to get a fortune told by Orochi after the fierce battle, she was worried that the other would be too exhausted to tell a fortune, but perhaps the First Dragons had smiled upon them today! “This is a first for me, to have my fortune told like this.” And a Hoshidan Fortune, too!

[legendwills]

@serpentiique ! ( a ; draw ur muse . )

[allisallies-arch-blog]

Her brow furrows as she puts the finishing touches on the gift. She was never good at gift wrapping- her mother usually did that. When she's far from home, the mess of ribbons on the thin box will have to do. Inside was a rare scroll- the Phoenix. A strong spell of fire and light, the anthesis of Odin himself. Finally satisfied, she goes off to find the mage, offering with gift box with a deep bow. "Spirits whispered to me this morning and mentioned it was your birthday. I wish you happiness."

The sight of her bowing and the (adorable) mess of a gift immediately put a huge (and sunny) smile on the mage’s face. He was delighted at such attention coming from the other.

“Your friends spirits spoke the truth to you and am I ever so thankful for your wish and gift! Am I allowed to open it now?” And opening it he did, carefully trying his best not to tear the wrapping paper apart in one go, it really looked like she put her best effort into doing it! His eyes weidened in surprise and amazement when he finally discovered what was inside.

“How… This is amazing Orochi! I have been looking for such a magic spell for ages, how did you know?! Thank you so very much, my friend!” And if he cheerfully hugged her as thanks, in his excitement, well, he really didn’t think about it much, he couldn’t wait but to test his new spell right here, right now!

[moon--wake-blog]

laughter for Kamuy~

One word prompts || Accepting || @serpentiique

 laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

I lied,  I’m just going to pick which muse is doing what based on the ask/itself. So, I’m reading this one as Orochi laughing and Kamuy hearing her as vice versa wouldn’t work! 

      Scaled palms rested idly upon the soft, fresh grass covering the meadow they had pitched camp in. For once, the sun was blistering overhead, and the army had been blessed with the incredibly rare chance to rest, if only to allow those who were wounded to recover properly and for those involved in the planning phase to gather their thoughts after their last confrontation. Kamuy belonged to neither party currently, though he imagined Ryoma would seek him out after the meeting to get his opinion on what was spoken about (for it was too long and too grueling a process to force the others to sit through and wait for him to write everything down for them), but as of now, he had a moment of freedom and he thought it would be best spent out of everyone’s way. That, and it was rare for him to have the chance to enjoy the weather, as well as the scent of newly bloomed flowers and the distant sound of his comrades speaking about this and that. 

       Inhaling the sweet aroma, he allowed his eyes to slip shut; his wings tucked neatly behind his back and his tail wrapped about his legs; unmoving to prevent it from crushing the flowers gathered about his person. If his talons and claws weren’t so clumsy, he would have offered to help prepare the meals (they’d used him for a living knife last time - Ryoma was dangerously upset afterwords), or assist in attending to the wounded and sick (his claws had shred through the bandages he tried to wrap), or even care for the animals (they fled from him because he reeked of blood and was something strange and frightening to them), but his last attempts hadn’t gone over well and he’s rather not cause more harm than good.   

         Feeling something tickle his cheeks, he wrinkled his nose and slowly pried his bright, crimson eyes open. Remaining perfectly still, his gaze lowered until he could see the fuzzy outline of a pair of delicate, white wings fluttering gently against the bridge of his nose where a butterfly had decided to perch. A smile stretched along his lips; crinkling the scales twisted into the skin beneath his eyes and beside his mouth in the process. However, it didn’t linger long before booming laughter echoed across the field and sent it fleeing far away. For a moment, Kamuy’s lips twisted into a frown as he watched it leave before his brows eventually knitted together in concern and he craned his neck to look behind him. 

          He could see Orochi’s trembling form amongst the colorful flowers, and he quickly rose to his feet. He hadn’t thought she had been injured, but, seeing her now, he couldn’t be too sure. Stumbling over to her; his entire face contorted in concern, he forgot to be careful and ended up kicking up a handful of purple and pinks flowers. It’s only when he reaches her that he realizes she’s laughing - not crying. A silent sigh leaves his mouth as he kneels down beside her, waving his hand in front of her eyes in an attempt to get her attention before pointing at her and tilting his head. Perhaps he had missed something?  

[nessblessed-moved]

"You did look foolish today, but clown tryouts are next week." (for Nyx?)

Milk Milk Lemonade: Accepting || @serpentiique

“FOOLISH?“

Nyx clutched the tome that was in her hand. Glaring up at the smug looking diviner. Not daring to mask her expression of utter distaste as she and the other woman faced each other in a short lived staring contest. Just who did Orochi think she was? Some harlot that fancied herself a fortune teller, no doubt. And she dare call Nyx a CLOWN?

“Your own form is sloppy and had Prince Ryoma not been in the vicinity, you would have found an arrow lodged into your back. Who is the real clown here, child?“

[convxction]

💪 (she's small, he'll be okay)

Send me 💪 for my muse to be training and yours comes to sit on top of them/on their back/stomach, etc. || @serpentiique

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The training ground at this time is empty because almost all heroes will be out on missions and who remain use their time to rest. Chrom decided to train for a bit instead of not doing anything.

He had started doing some push up to help him with his vertical slashing training later on when something weighted on top of him. “Ngh?! H-he–Orochi?!” He lowered himself slowly. She is not heavy by any means but it is not something he is used to do when he is training. She could get hurt if he slipped up. 

“Huh? Continue? Are you…sure? N-no, I’m not saying you are–fine. Just try not to move around or you will fall.” she is one of the people he should not argue with. He feels she is related to Anna or something.

[dragonicspawn-blog]

serpentiique replied to your post:

all fates kids are orochis kids, regardless of parentage

(Even though this one already has a mother??)

[yumispelled]

the spirits say that therion smells (idk why I'm sending this but please enable me fkgkkxlslld)

{THERION} ---- “The spirits are wrong.”