#soulthieved

[hexennxcht]

whistle hunting. // soulthieved.

event starter for @soulthieved

          {♠} —; Banding together with a group to go out hunting was an exciting prospect. She’s always taken aback from the kinds of people she meets in Eidolon. Today was not going to be any different at all. She’s being briefed on where they should be going, before she finds her eye wandering. Was that boy...upside down?

          {♠} —; She goes from being distracted to being curious. Great, now she’s gonna wander the tundra with someone strange. Oh well, she figures she might as well have fun while outside. Sonya soon approaches after, smiling at the boy. What a strong....tail?

          {♠} —; “What’s a silly boy like you doing here, hm? You think you’re ready to hunt down some monsters?”

[unwaveringradiance-blog]

@soulthieved liked for a starter!!

Ever since the spiky haired boy found himself in Eidolon, he can’t help the nagging feeling that he’s missing out, that he should be doing something to help out the people here. Not that there’s any immediate danger, but still, it’d be nice to put the one thing he’s really good at to use, and that’s lending a hand to those in need. One place in particular that catches his eye, Lelantos’ Grip. From what he’s heard, it’s a hunting guild that appears dedicated to keeping the village safe, and fed too. While Sora has never particularly “hunted” anything in his life, he’s certainly no stranger to fighting monsters. His curiosity now peaked, he quickly runs over to the place, trying to get there as quickly as possible to beat the freezing cold.

Upon entering the guild, he’s in awe of all the stuff on display.  All sorts of weapons he’s never seen before, not to mention a bunch of strangers duking it out in which he can only assume is battle practice. The sight of sparring gives him an idea, maybe he should find a sparring partner as well. After all, it feels like it’s been forever since he last used his keyblade, the rust is probably starting to build on quite a bit.

Cupping his chin in his hand, he can’t help but think out loud. “I mean... I am getting a little rusty, so maybe a bit of sparring would be nice. But...it looks like everyone already has a partner. It’d be wrong to butt it in on other people’s training...Hmm, what should I do...?”

[holypath-blog]

An awful lot of the people of Eidolon thought of themselves as heroes, it seems. Therion had not been the first person to show up at the warmhouse with a wound from a whistle -- and he would be far from the last. This boy, though, was perhaps the youngest she had seen so far. It wasn’t as if Ophilia would want to look down upon him for his age -- goodness knows Tressa had shown her what a foolish idea that was -- and yet...

She examines his leg, frowning slightly. “This is a whistle wound, isn’t it? Forgive me, but... you didn’t happen to go out there alone, did you?” She longs to suggest other ways to help, but with the large variety of experiences that people arrived here with, she stops herself. At the very least... “If you want to help, there are plenty of others who want to hunt the whistles as well. If you go together, one is less likely to get hurt -- the both of you.”

@soulthieved

[eidolonpath]

without prior reserve, here is zidane tribal from final fantasy ix! app is on the sidebar (or can be found under /a)

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #3.

Your Orichalcum sits upon your mattress…

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.