#tainted exalted

[whimisicaldelights-blog]

@tainted-exalted

—≪💮≫”You’d do well to watch your belongings better.”

    She tapped his shoulder, then held out his coin purse.

[strategiia-archived-blog]

@tainted-exalted

Though her hastily-bandaged wound at her side shouted its protests as she made her usual post-battle rounds through the camp, she ignored it the best she could in order to search for the last Shepherd she had yet to see. 

As Inigo’s familiar head of blue hair came into view, she let out a sigh of relief, now knowing for certain that everyone was accounted for. “You all right?”

[radiantfarfalla-blog]

tainted exalted liked for a starter

{ ༺༒༻ } ❝Inigo?! You’re alive...but...why are you here?❞ The retainer’s gaze flitted to his hair, and then scanned his face. There was no mistaking the intense gaze that was like her father’s, minus the warmth, and the blue hair that ran in her bloodline. The brand he possessed rid her mind of any doubt. ❝And why do you...have that brand?❞

[zimmercalla-archive]

“You know, you’re always such a fucking thorn on my side. But laying on the ground, beaten and helpless, you ain’t lookin’ half bad…”

     With an unamused look in her maroon eyes, the young woman paid not even a second’s worth of a glance at the male lying on the floor. Although well accustomed to his habits and those little antics of his that never failed to make her question why he was allowed into this sort of world, there came times when her patience just couldn’t be spared. With manner that felt almost routine, she pulled down the rolled up sleeves of her beige button down and picked up a discarded black blazer, dusting it off before slipping into it.

     “Isn’t that something to hear? I should be the one calling you a thorn considering how you’ve been nothing but a worthless pain yourself. If you have such a problem being on the ground where you belong then I suggest changing that nature of yours. Last I knew, you weren’t the femme fatale here.”

[futurus-pretium-blog]

Holding On || closed RP with tainted-exalted

tainted-exalted

≪εïз≫  Run. That’s all she knew to do. Just run until her legs gave out. Which unfortunately she feared was soon from all the blood she had lost. She had lost count of how many gashes, cuts, and bruises she had gained from that fight. All she knew was she might just be drawing her last breath soon.

     Tumbling. That was the next thing she felt. Due to the heavy rain just hours before, the hillside was still slick with mud. Wrong move. Falling. Her body cried out more as she rolled, feeling every rock and root as they hit her. 

     Then it all stopped. So tired. So tired of the pain and the running... and she just....

     Drifted off.