love.

an independent, selective minerva of fe:a.  written by mo.  please read rules.

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     starter call while i icon for this lovely lady & work on starters for soleil !

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|| MAGIC MAN:

Leo had been asked to give certain soldiers their assignments for the day. Usually, it was no problem. Such a task would take him a few minutes, most of the time being spent trying to track down said soldiers. After assignments were handed out he would return to his studies. Today should have been no different.

But of course he’d been asked to speak to…him.

Something rubbed him the wrong way when he looked to the wyvern rider. Both him and his mount seemed suspicious. Too aloof for his liking. No matter, he’d continue his observation of them after he’d told the other man he was to work in the armory for the day.

He would have had the damned wyvern not sneezed all over him. Leo grimaced, a shudder of disgust running up his spine as he looked to the creature’s snot now on his chest.

“Honestly, can you not control this beast?” He asked the wyvern rider but his glare remained directed at Minerva.

     Minerva couldn’t understand that it was her that caused the man’s anger, but she sensed it nonetheless, and it caused an uncomfortable sensation under her scales. He had a lot of magic in him, but it was unlikely he knew how it flared at his outburst, causing a displeased huff-snort from the wyvern.

     Her rider placed a warm hand on her neck, and she leaned ever so slightly into the comforting, familiar touch. 

     Gerome – or whatever it was he was called now – offered some words in her defense, just a gruff “ hardly her fault ” as he absentmindedly stroked the rough scales down her side to the base of her wing.

[wyverniisms]

     my love is

                      pure

  by mo

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     Minerva slowly opened a single eye from her warm sleep where she lay curled under a large tree’s shade. She had been roused by the footsteps of someone walking by and a faint bitter smell reaching her nostrils. 

     She huffed, and lifted her heavy head just a little. All the humans in this new world were so unfamiliar, and they all smelled so strange. There was even something different about the other wyverns. The only familiarity left to her was her rider and his companions, and none of them were present.

☓   @bornxsteward

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     He smells of blood. It’s not an unusual for a human to smell of it, and by no means is it an unpleasant scent, but it is the first thing to draw her attention to the man entering the wyvern stables.

     She has smelled him before, during battle. Sometimes she can smell Cherche on him, and that means he has been near her.

     But now he only smells of blood and dark magic. The latter is a smell animals are particularly sensitive to, and it causes Minerva to snort as she raises her head from the ground to observe the newcomer.

☓   @inthemurder

[wyverniisms]

     starter call while i icon for this lovely lady & work on starters for soleil !

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     uh. hi everyone. its mo again. and this time im here with a rp blog for a ??? wyvern ????? so

     please reblog or like this if youd be willing to interact with fe:a’s minerva !

this is another sideblog bc im lazy so. all follows will come from @ofsourire if im not following you there already !