FOR THE HUNT.

ind. priv. ffxv oc penned by ashmedai

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nightfallprince:

       “Yeah…” The prince takes no notice of anyone staring at them. His mind is focused on the pain in the leg that just locked up. That Noctis barely cared for appearances was, in this moment, to his benefit. Otherwise, he might have been far more upset over stumbling in front of anyone, “It’s just an old wound acting up.” He leans on Adrastus waiting for his leg to be able to take his weight again. 

          Adrastus has no issues supporting the prince, his frame being that slight bit taller and thicker than his to be able to still walk easily while helping the prince. He gives a light hum, as he thinks it over, almost reminded of his own wounds that act up every now and again. He loops an arm over the man’s waist, carefully keeping him up, “We can rest when we get there, I promise. You can get on my back, if it hurts too much?” 

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@nightfallprince​ // starter call. 

             “Highness, be careful.” He calls out, steadying the prince with an arm around the waist. He can feel eyes on him, and Adrastus does his best to not glare at the other men. He’s not doing anything but making sure the other man is okay, but he understands the hesitation. “Are you okay?” He has no idea what just happened, but there was no need to have the crowned prince stumbling into Hammerhead that way. 

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     smacks a new starter call here. 

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@rosegeneral // starter call from 523425345 years ago. 

          “ S’about time I get some sort of back up.” He mutters, rusted eyes moving to meet hers in a soft smile, showing he has no ill will towards her for whatever reason he may. “Adrastus. Don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting you.” Blue-black hair fell in straight waves down his back, half tied up sloppily, and a dead daemon under his foot. He was cocky - that was clear, it was in his stance, his voice, the way he was so RELAXED, despite of what had just transpired. He gives the lightest of huffs, kicking over the daemon and his face contorts in disgust. “Nasty things. They’ve overrun half of this area... Care to lend a hand with the rest of them? ” 

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                                                    FOR THE HUNT.

i give my life for the people. i give my life to the families, of those who have lost theirs because of the daemons. i promise to protect the people, with my life, and to give my life to the hunt, until the chosen king awakens to break the dawn. i swear my life to the hunt, and that i will continue until the last ray of light hits the ground, until the sun stands proud once more.

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     Starter call! 

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     Starter call! 

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gjahtare: 

     Her hand cupped the side of his neck as she returned his kiss, crossing her legs where she sat in his lap,

     “When we went through Lestallum going after that griffin, for the candy. The charm’s been in the works for a while, thought you’d like it.” She kissed his nose. And he would be right, gifts weren’t that easy to come by. So on the rare days of the year when she could, she made sure to get him something. Clarette did love him, after all.

         “ Sneaky woman you are.” He mutters, before pulling her closer. “I do have something for you too. Can’t let Valentine’s pass without that, hmm?” He smiles, and while normally gifts from him were largely extravagant, there was something awfully modest about this box, “ It’s no wolf’s bone, but it is from a coeurl. ” How like him, to take the smallest bone from it, and fashion a rather nice knife, but around it, was a necklace adorned in eagle feathers. 

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daemonslae:

      she scoffs, hand swatting away puckered lips.     ‘  you promised that if a hunt was too hard you’d back up.  you’re in the dog house, bud.  ’

        “ As if my PRIDE would ever let me back up... ” at least he could admit it..

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@gjahtare​ said:Clarette sat behind him with her legs on either side of him, one arm around his neck and the other holding out a long, thin box, "Open it." it was assorted chocolates and caramels, as well as a wolf charm that would hang from the end of his sword.

        While gifts between the two of them weren’t uncommon, they did come few and far between. As hunters, it would get hard to find the necessary means for things like this, so when he opens it, eyes blow wide and so does a grin that expanses his face, “ Clarette! Oh my gods, where... I love it. ” He turns, pulling her into his lap as he kisses her, “ The light of my life... When did you find time? ” 

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          AND WE DANCED TO A DISTORTED SYMPHONY. 

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@daemonslae​ said:She's just going to continue bandaging up his arm.

       Bless her she gets forehead kisses when she’s done. “ Thanks, Iris... Still hurts like a motherfucker.. But that helps.. ” 

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@gjahtare​ said:Clarette happily swats his ass on the way by, "Get a move on, Adrastus - got things t'kill. Your hair's fine."

         “  Oh, I know my hair is fine. ”   He snorts, before turning tail to follow after her, “ Gotta impress the masses, babe, you should know that! ”