#v; protector

[puerlupum-moved]

"I will look for powerdered donuts in the wilderness!" Kaleb put his fists oon his hips in triumph as if his idea was actually a good on. In reality it was much too late for him to be up, and the artist was basically running off what little creative high he had left.

◆ ◆   (   AN  ASSORTED  SENTENCE  STARTER  PACK. {x}

@puerartem

“Kaleb, if you want donuts so bad, we drive into town and find a coffee place...” Robin let her voice die in her throat. What was the point of arguing with the artist anyway? If he wanted donuts, they would find them. 

“Then again, what place is open at almost 2 AM?” The wolf girl sighed, getting up from the couch and stretching. So much for staying in tonight. 

“You really wanna hike through the woods into town at this time of night? I’m all for a walk, but, for gods’ sake..”

[puerlupum-moved]

@topmornin

Out of arrows, she lowered her bow, breathing heavily. She waited for another moment if one of the monsters still twitched, but there was nothing. The bow was hastily placed on her shoulders, hands focused on checking her body for wounds. Her mind was already elsewhere.

She crawled over to where the man was lying on the floor. There was a lot of blood. Panic was rising in her chest. “You stupid idiot,” she muttered, maintaining a steady press to the person’s leg, where one of the damn Bokoblins had cleaved him.

 Luckily, she noticed, he wasn’t too badly injured. A vein was probably nicked, causing the bleeding along with his scuffle to get away. Sighing quietly, she pressed some gauze to the wound, using the last of her fairy elixir to partially heal him.

“It’s alright. You can move now. Just don’t get up too fast, you’ll get a head rush.”

[liiibervset-blog]

{ Starter for @truesthope }

A guardian. That’s what he needed.

“Please, god-- What do you want me to do?” A foreign voice on his own tongue, the taste of lead in his mouth, an unfamiliar, coarse surface mashed horribly against hist cheek; uneven, sharp, gritty texture carving tiny scratches into his flesh. “Help me!”

He could never escape on his own, and he knew it, he was being held down with superior strength, being shouted to. Something about: Learn not to take what’s yours in the next life!

There was something thin and cold pressing right up against his throat, and after a long period of being closed, his eyes shot open; frantically moving from side to side to find something he could use-- anything--

A rusty nail would be the turning point, as he grabbed it in his small grasp, and rammed it deep into the man’s thigh, he used the surprise to get loose of the rough weight holding him down. The man thrashed and reached for him, but he scrambled away, barely managing to scuff his way to his feet and run.

Run. Run. Run.

“Please-- Help me, someone. Anyone!”

[zeph-yranthes]

Let me heal you||Luna/Seraphiel & Chuck

@fadedprophet After the failed apocalypse Luna had been trying to keep an eye on the world, which was easier said than done. With one Winchester in Hell with two of her brothers, the other had left the hunting business, a civil war in heaven and then a soulless Sam. It was hard to keep track of all of those that had helped Team Free Will. It was when Luna had made a trip to Earth and she caught a glimpse of the Supernatural book series did she vanish to the Chuck's house and gasped at the sight. Furniture was broken and strewn everywhere. There were traces of blood that was slightly brown with age. It looked like there had been a fight and the stench of sulphur was thick in the air. Luna vanished, after recruiting Seraphiel, and appeared in Hell, interrogating demons to find out where they had taken Chuck. She had finally found out and smote the demon she had been speaking to in anger before flying to the location. They broke open one of the doors as soon as they landed and drew their daggers and swords.

"Where is he?!" Luna bellowed, some of her aura bleeding through, with Seraphiel hanging back slightly and waiting for the fight to begin.

[serkonaan]

( kaldwiin )

         "Soup," he announces as he perches himself on the side of her bed. She has servants for this, but Corvo insisted. "For the sick Empress." 

[serkonaan]

( valkxrja )

             "I'm not sure there's anything that               I wouldn't do for a drink right now." 

[serkonaan]

( kaldwiin )

        "You have cream on your nose.                         Empress." 

[serkonaan]

[ ambitiouskaldwin ]

                "I hope you know that it's only a game of                  hide and seek if other people know about it."

He can't look too annoyed, of course.   Corvo even smiles to let her know that he isn't irritated. He never can be with her, after all.

                "Your mother is looking for you."