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animations by Mikael Gustafsson
Really great art and animation, would love to see this turned into a game. You can see more on the artist’s Instagram or Dribble.
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“I’m willing to cut you a generous deal.” Voden answered, finally lowering his weapon to give his aching arms a break. He kept the arrow poised on the string, though, ready to yank it back again should the human try to make a break for it.
“I’ve heard there are trophy shops in your fetid city. They steal animals from to wilds and sell their carcasses for gold.” He spat out the last word like a bitter drink, if there wasn’t enough evidence of how much he detested the stuff. “I’d like someone to make it known to them that the wardens have their eyes on them.”
With the deer thing lowering his bow and arrow, Ramsay is able to relax a little bit, sighing quietly in relief. A generous deal hm? Probably the fact that he’s even bothering to think of letting Ramsay go, hm?
Shifting his weight to one foot, Ramsay lets a chill run through his as he listens. A trophy shop in sky city that sells… “A trophy shop? I don’t see anythin’ like d’at when I’m out an about. Are ya sure yer not talkin’ about meat shops..? Cuz we got d’ose…” Trophy shops… the thug hadn’t ever seen something like that, but then again his boss hardly let him explore around the area.
“Okay, says we do have ‘em, what do ya want me t’ do about it? Walk in an warn ‘em? I’ll likely get kicked from that district or whatev’a.”
Voden let out an almost horse-like snort as he shut his eyes in annoyance. “Well, wherever poachers sell the pelts and bones they stole. If you’re too afraid to speak to them directly you can leave a note for all I care.” He hoped the human wouldn’t notice he was just shoving his errands off on him. Paying Sky City another visit was the last thing he wanted to do with his time.
What could make you break your own moral code?
“Firstly,” Voden mumbled through a mouthful of half-chewed bark, “The ‘code’ I follow isn’t my own. I trust the judgment of those far older and far wiser than I.” Again with the vague answers. He just gulped down the musky fibers and flicked an ear, still denying the asker eye contact. “I would die before I betrayed their trust in me.”
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He would never admit it, but Voden admires acts of kindness and altruism. It’s no secret that his view of the world isn’t sunny, but he actually values the company of people who challenge his pessimism. (Again, not that he’d ever admit it.) They give him hope.
Now this isn’t to say he’s impressed by plain optimism. People who are blindly naive earn his scorn. But those who have seen the uglier side of life and still fight for a better world... they make it difficult for him to stay hardhearted.
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I think she sees you…
watchfulwarden:
Sky City. So he was correct in his assumption. One of Voden’s bushy white brows arched in interest as he slowed to stop. “Ram-zee.” he repeated slowly, looking the human over with an ever-critical eye. This rough-looking man didn’t strike the warden as being trustworthy. Though for an errand this simple, he wasn’t concerned about it.
“Hm. Are you capable of remembering a message long enough to relay it for me?” he asked after a moment, an air of condescension floating through his rasping voice.
“Yeah… Ramsay…” He looks away quickly and back again with his eyebrows pressed together in confusion. He clears his throat as he rubs the back of his neck when the silence turns awkward.
When they spoke, it kind of scared the thug who jumped in response. “Um… I guess..? Why you ask..?” He ignores the tone of their voice, let them feel important- didn’t matter right now.
“I’m willing to cut you a generous deal.” Voden answered, finally lowering his weapon to give his aching arms a break. He kept the arrow poised on the string, though, ready to yank it back again should the human try to make a break for it.
“I’ve heard there are trophy shops in your fetid city. They steal animals from to wilds and sell their carcasses for gold.” He spat out the last word like a bitter drink, if there wasn’t enough evidence of how much he detested the stuff. “I’d like someone to make it known to them that the wardens have their eyes on them.”
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The corner of Voden’s mouth twitched into an almost-smirk at the question. He shook his head like someone would when remembering a joke only they were privy to. “Plenty of things are worse than death, child. It isn’t all that terrible to begin with.” he answered, simply and casually. Instead of looking up at the asker he focused his attention on a small stick he was whittling down with a stone knife.
After a moment of quiet the warden’s long fingers slowed, his carving coming to a stop. “In fact, I’d say to never know death is the worst fate of them all.” he added, and did not elaborate any further. He just peeled off a strip of bark and popped it in his mouth.
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(Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary)
Do you think that you’re a good person?
Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?
What do you think others like or admire about you?
How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)
Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill?
Do you think that killing is ever justified?
Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?
Should all people be treated as equal, and have the same rights?
If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?
Is suicide ever the right choice?
Is euthanasia ever the right choice?
Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?
What could make you break your own moral code?
Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)
Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?
What would you consider a fate worse than death?
Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)
Do you agree with capital punishment?
Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?
What would you like to achieve before you die?
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watchfulwarden:
Voden stepped to the side slowly, long tail trailing behind him as he kept his bow trained on the ruffian. It was clear he didn’t seem to care whose fault it was. “Well I can’t think of any other way you could be of use to…” he trailed off for a moment, until one of his ears perked up slightly.
“What are you called? Where are you from?” he demanded in a slightly louder voice.
Not even with a ‘please’ does this thing lower its weapon. It only steps to the side, voice sounding very… mocking until they fall silent, as if they lost their train of thought. Then they perk up (well his ears do) and the arrow seems to have the same burst of energy as it is steadied again.
He’s almost tempted to say it was none of their business, but with an arrow pointed at his chest and a damaged forest being the reason behind this, he thinks twice. “R-Ramsay. Name’s Ramsay, from Sky City..?”
Sky City. So he was correct in his assumption. One of Voden’s bushy white brows arched in interest as he slowed to stop. “Ram-zee.” he repeated slowly, looking the human over with an ever-critical eye. This rough-looking man didn’t strike the warden as being trustworthy. Though for an errand this simple, he wasn’t concerned about it.
“Hm. Are you capable of remembering a message long enough to relay it for me?” he asked after a moment, an air of condescension floating through his rasping voice.
Oh, this human’s tone irked Voden. But his disrespect for nature didn’t exactly set him apart from others of his kind. The warden looked upwards in an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression. ”Well, I do find that carcasses make excellent fertilizer…” he muttered, the arrow tip moving from pointing at Ramsay’s head to his chest. He held the string taught, but made no move to release it.
“Woah, woah, fertilizer? Pal, I’m not lookin’ fer trouble. It ain’t my fault d’at big man came in and demolished your forest.” Well, it sorta was. He stole the extra money, thus starting the chase for the gold. “Look, point d’a arrow somewhere else,i please?i What do ya want me t’ do? Read d’ese d’ings bedtime stories?”
Voden stepped to the side slowly, long tail trailing behind him as he kept his bow trained on the ruffian. It was clear he didn’t seem to care whose fault it was. “Well I can’t think of any other way you could be of use to...” he trailed off for a moment, until one of his ears perked up slightly.
“What are you called? Where are you from?” he demanded in a slightly louder voice.
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Oh, this human’s tone irked Voden. But his disrespect for nature didn’t exactly set him apart from others of his kind. The warden looked upwards in an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression. ”Well, I do find that carcasses make excellent fertilizer...” he muttered, the arrow tip moving from pointing at Ramsay’s head to his chest. He held the string taught, but made no move to release it.