“ Dude.... You seriously didn’t do all your work ? It was easy as hell, you HAVE to stop partying all night or whatever. ” // @zimmercalla

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“ Dude.... You seriously didn’t do all your work ? It was easy as hell, you HAVE to stop partying all night or whatever. ” // @zimmercalla
Shadows of a past future (closed with zimmercalla)
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Shadow peeked out from around the wall of the ruined house, peeking outside at a group of Risen who had been prowling the area. It didn’t seem they had found anything and they appeared to be moving onwards.
Shadow sighed softly. The years after Grima’s revival had not been kind to him, as they had not been kind to many. He looked exhausted, dark rings under his eyes and his skin looked sickly, his hair was greasy and he had rough, sandpapery stubble all around his cheeks and chin. His body also bore many scars, a few across his arms, and there were a few cuts and pieces missing from his cat ears. He slid down the wall, clutching at a fairly fresh wound at his side, gazing across at his young companion.
“We should be fine to sleep here for the night, provided we don’t make any loud noises.” The former thief informed her. He had found her years ago, alone and parentless, and since she reminded him of the orphans he used to provide for, he took her under her wing and protected her as best as he could. Even though they drifted in and out of contact with her friends and her parent’s allies, Shadow stuck by her. What else could he really do in such a ruined world?
“I think I saw a bed upstairs. It’s not in brilliant shape, but it’s better than the floor... you can take it.”
@zimmercalla liked for a starter!
She huffs, crossing her arms as she all but flounces down by the other, an irritated expression written across her features.
“It’s like they all think I’m a little kid, or something. I know I look small, but I’m your age. Why can’t they see that?”
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—≪♘≫ “Mother... I’ve been having nightmares lately... About you being killed.”
@zimmercalla | starter call
his lips parted as he exhaled. a beautiful woman was staring at him. but, he knew that woman. it has been forever since he’s seen her pretty face. he has a habit of disappearing from time to time, but this time it went too far. he stayed away for a bit too long.
but he has returned, and she was as stunning to look at. (but that was all she was useful for).
however, she was a credible warrior. he’ll give her that (and only that).
“luna,” he said. his mouth widened into a smile. “it’s been a while,”
he exhaled and chuckled lightly. “did you miss me?”
「Ω」- Damned Blood
Another battlefield. Another patch of Nohrian soliders trying to take them down. He and his partner, Jasper, were hired to fight against any Nohrian armies that attempted to base through this mountain trail. The lone man stood in the middle of the path. His mask damage as a purple eye glared out towards the incomers. His raven hair poking from the broken part of the mask as he spotted another battleon. It reminded him of the past.. Where his lover left to fight a war she had to win. A war against his father. When he found out she wasn’t going to return to him, he lost his will and wandered the world. Now, he was in another realm. Where he was not known to anyone. His heritage merely a myth here. The man closed his eyes as he reopened them.
“Turn back now, Nohrian soldiers. Or do you care to join your allies at the bottom in pieces.” His voice was even. Deep. It was impossible to call his bluff. His outfit was that of an Oni Chieftain. “No one is allowed past this point...” He growled as the scent of an undead wyvern filled his nostrils. He hated the smell of the dead.. The irony behind that was hilarious to him. @zimmercalla
Pale blue eyes traced between the woman training on the practice field and the mirrored image of himself as a sigh escaped his lips. Vinea had ALWAYS been this type, so it was not as if he was surprised when she had quickly found someone of interest to test her strength against. She had not yet asked the other woman, but Byleth knew, barely needing to glance at her --- not that she was being subtle in the first place. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the pillar next to where his sister was sharpening her sword,
“ You know, if you’re this obvious perhaps your dream of fighting her will come true. ” // @zimmercalla
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「 Λ 」~ Red-Streak Valet
Another restless night. Typical. Why even here that his blood should pulse, as if he should be outside of the Nohrian capital to fight a war he had no part in. Why was he so driven to do what he was trained to do by the Grimleal and the Shepherds. Why were those nightmares ever present, even here when he thought he’d escape him.
Of course, never that simple. The dark musky air of Nohr was surprisingly calming for the veteran. So walks around the castle weren’t uncommon, and even then it did pay off by stopping an assassin or a thief even. However, once such night, he thought it was happen again.
The man was dressed in his usual attire, a sword at his side rather then his typical scythe-axe hybrid weapon. The man soon spotted Luna turning the corner. A graying eyebrow was cocked as he listened to her, giving a small chuckle once she was done.
“Yeah yeah... but what are you doing up?” The harsh scolding bouncing off of him. It would appear that the man wasn’t even close to tiredness. It was in his own blood to stay up late. He was restless. The older tactician stopped in front of her. His ruby red eyes did show that he was in fact tired. But those were the eyes of a trained tactician, one who worked day in and day out. Even with his new outpost, he still found his eyes to be ever observant.
“You know me well enough that lack of sleep is normal... What about you? What got you out of your sheets?” It was a basic enough question for two night wanderers to ask. However, Alexander was ready for the worst answer. After all.. Out of anyone in this castle, he was one of the three that understood her.