#warrior whumpee

[new-deerslayer]

Prompt: royal guard

Riot broke into the palace. The king—killed. The queen and the infant heir escape through the secret passage.

The last surviving royal guard shoves them in, hides the entrance, rushes to the other side of the corridor and stands at the completely insignificant door. As he hears footsteps approach, he slams it loudly and shouts: "Run, your Majesty! I'll hold them!“

Then he defends this door like he means it, till his hand can't even grip the weapon. He falls, wounded, bleeding, exhausted. The rebels step over and open the door...

Only to find a mop closet.

They almost beat the life out of him. He doesn't resist. He spits blood and laughs—he won.

The leader of the rebellion stops the beating and orders to get him medical help. They still need him—he knows where the royals are.

[boxboysandotherwhump]

First sketch of my Viking whumpee :D

[leafywritingwhump]

Whumpee has a reputation for being a ruthless warrior, but in actuality, has a heart of gold and full of compassion. Their circumstances simply forced them into their position, and their team-turned-family is well aware of it.

Whumper and their crew, however, weren't quite expecting it. But they're not going to pass up a chance get back at the infamous Whumpee, holding Teammate at weapon-point, and cornering Whumpee. Whumpee now has to make a decision. They're powerful enough to get out of their situation, but in doing so, Whumper promises harm to Teammate. But if they surrender, then their team will be captured by Whumper.

Whumpee's weapon drops to the ground.

[raven-fucks-around-and-writes]

As whumpee was being dragged to the big building, arms securely being held by guards, he knew one thing: He was not prepared for this. He barely even knew how to fight. He didn't want to be forced into this war, there was no way out. Their previous escape attempts ended in broken bones and whipped backs.

The guards dragged whumpee into the building while he grimaced. "Sit there, say nothing." They growled, while tying his wrist to a wooden chair.

He was left alone in the dark silence for five minutes before a tall woman with dark hair came in carrying scissors and smiling.

"Hello, whumpee, It's very nice to finally meet you." She seemed genuinely delighted to be in their presence, but whumpee said nothing, they showed no emotion except for dread. Wasting no time, the woman let out a dissapointed sigh and introduced herself.

"My names Aaliyah, I'll be preparing you for the war you'll be fighting in." "Let's get started, shall we?"

She walked over to whumpee and firmly grabbed them by the chin. "Hold still."

"Wait-- what're you-"

Snip. Whumpee panicked. "Why are you cutting my hair? I don't understand-"

"Oh shut up, hon. It'll be over soon."

Another snip, then another, and another. Then his wrist were untied and he was handed a mirror.

"Now you're perfect."

As whumpee stood up, they heard one thing. "Are you ready to fight for this kingdoms honor, darling?"

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