#steppesarcher

[tsukiakaeru]

Closed to @steppesarcher — Artemis

Mao’s day felt like it couldn’t have been more jam-packed. One day, he was cozying up on the streets of Tokyo, waiting on orders from the CIA (he was in debt to them after they reconnected his mind to his server), and the next, he was in a world that didn’t make sense. He didn’t even know where he was, since the nice lady who picked him assumed he didn’t understand her. Though the supernatural wasn’t anything new to him, he felt this place was on a whole other level. People who seemed like they had powers weren’t treated like lesser beings, or expendable tools for governments to use, like he was. They were equals, to everyone. But that didn’t really matter to Mao right now. What he wanted was to know where he was. He noticed someone walking by, and decided to walk on over. “Mao,” Mao meows, hoping to get the wolf looking human’s attention.

[isolaradiale]

dropping temujin from tokyo afterschool summoner series was housed 373. see ya next week!

Dropped for you!

--Mod Lyra

[boundlesshsentity]

@steppesarcher

“Temujin, I think I get what you said when I first came here.” He found himself laying on a bench with his arm covering his eyes, a pained expression across his face. Even though closing the App healed his physical wounds, the mental pain was still there and not healing. From the torture and all the fighting without rest, it was taking a toll on Mumei.

[amourfleurissant]

@steppesarcher

      Francis was an old soul. He liked nothing more than to relax and live a calm life, occasionally holding a human job for the fun of it to see what being a human was like. He didn’t have that glamour as a nation-- but. Years back, he had been one to join the battlefield. By choice, yes. Currently, Francis didn’t want to think about fighting anyone. He was tired of this. But the scene before him spoke of something else. Spoke of the fighting spirit he had.

      He was younger-- though it was hard to tell, his hair tied up tight and dressed in fitted clothing with a sword strapped to his waist. It was hard to say what year it was, but it was clear he was training. For what, it was also hard to say. But one needed to keep themselves from getting rusty, and as he thrust his blade out, attacking a wooden dummy, it was clear he was hear to train, and he had been all day.

      “My stamina was better several hundred years ago.” The blonde made an offhanded remark as he watched his younger self at work, letting a pause rest in the air after he spoke before sighing, “I wish I could recall when this was, but I have lived too long to say. Clearly before my kingdom became too controlling with me.” Another pause, he looked around. perhaps, another soul from his past might show in this odd display of his memories. They had to if this was to be a good dream. “Watching this just makes me feel old.”

[boundlesshsentity]

slaps you with his tail.

“Ow hey! What was that for? I mean it’s fluffy, but still-” 

[boundlesshsentity]

steppesarcher replied to your post: steppesarcher replied to your post: ...

show off your furry by joining my harem

[Temujin, NO.]

[boundlesshsentity]

steppesarcher replied to your post: The Wanderer/Mumei Norahito|Tokyo Afterschool...

ahem

[Does this look like the face of a man who’s not a furry?]

[beastboy-archived]

@steppesarcher

sniffing out other canines was a form of greeting amongst the community. if not that, than just for the sake of possible familiarity. getting to know the scent of other individuals was one of many crucial keys in making companions. or if not that, than... rivals-- enemies, perhaps. legosi would have a definitive answer soon enough.

out of curiosity his nose twitches, the young wolf vaguely leaning in so he could take in the scent of the elder before him. 

nope. definitely didn’t know this guy. not one bit.