The most terrifying when angry.

Greetings. I am Cherche, a vassal of House Virion and this, is Minerva. [Tracking wyvernwhisperer] ~*On Hiatus*~

[prismrein]

late late late sobs

[fireemblem-rp]

Stahl has been Dropped!

The mun has decided to drop their muse. Therefore they are now available.

- Mod Yarne

[wyvernwhisperer]

//ooc ][A][

[musesonswordsummit-deactivated2]

In the Sun || Tiki & Minerva (via Cherche)

[wyvernwhisperer]

Minerva stared in wonder as the manakete spoke, tail flicking back and forth in strong swings that reflected her happiness. Though it was never clear if the wyvern could comprehend full speech, something in the manakete’s voice made her want to listen more carefully; almost as if the tone were one that Minerva could in fact understand.

When Tiki finished her story and went back to petting, Minerva nearly howled in joy as she nearly rolled around in the dirt while trying to get the right spot scratched. It was a lot like watching a cat actually, especially when Minerva’s legs kicked a little in her rolling attempts.

Content with the rubs, Minerva’s head nudged the woman’s legs, urging her to sit and talk. They had the time after all and something about Tiki’s voice made Minerva has happy as she was when she listened to Cherche talk. And something like that… Well, something like that just had to keep going!

[musesonswordsummit-deactivated2]

Tiki smiled, realizing what she wanted. “I guess I can talk for awhile longer…” She sat herself down and circled her finger around in the dirt, making a swirl pattern. “It is…really strange, isn’t it? I’m sure that my ancestors would have never thought that we would be this close to humans…”

She looked up and put her hand on Minerva’s head. “I suppose things really can change, huh?” Tiki was pleasantly surprised in a way, though she was sure that the feeling came from Naga rather than herself. “You’re very attentive, Minerva…No wonder Cherche speaks so fondly of you.” The manakete really liked her personality.

[wyvernwhisperer]

When Tiki sat down, Minerva followed and rested her head gingerly on the woman's lap. She listened to the woman and gave a strange mew in reply to the comment about the ancestors. Minerva was certain that her ancestors would probably hit her for being so... Close to her mistress. She didn't care though and she hoped that Tiki understood that.

When the woman called her attentive, the wyvern's tail began to wag from side to side again, quickening when she added that Cherche spoke fondly of her. With a loud howl of happiness, Minerva happily nuzzled Tiki's lap in reply. This was fun, she thought. This woman was worth the time spent here in the field.

[lancedwing-deactivated20141016]

Mounts Alike! | Cherche and Cordelia

[wyvernwhisperer]

Cherche continued to clean Minerva as the women spoke, only glancing away to watch Minerva roll onto her back. “Well so long as you and your mount are alright.” She said in reply to Cordelia’s story about her mission.

At the mention of spending more time together, Cherche smiled and finished cleaning the wyvern’s scale with a few final brushstrokes. Minerva rolled onto her back and sat up to give her rider a lick on the cheek as a thank you, making the woman laugh. “That sounds like a wonderful idea actually. Would you mind if we walked there? I’d like to give this one a small break.”

[lancedwing-deactivated20141016]

Cordelia happily watched Cherche tend to her mount, continuing to pet hers as she did so. She then nodded in agreement with Cherche.

"Of course. We’ve done a lot of hard work today too so I don’t see why not! I’ll put her away then."

With a click of her tongue and a light tug on the reins, Cordelia guided her mount back to the stables, taking off all the accessories and shut the stable door behind her. She then met back with Cherche and smiled at her, bubbling with excitement inside.

"All ready!"

[wyvernwhisperer]

While Cordelia was off getting her mount settled in, Cherche took the chance to bring Minerva back to her tent. She'd noticed early on that no one ever seemed to look at the wyvern twice when she was just there next to the woman's tent. Cherche figured it was probably because no one wanted to deal with the wrath of the mount (understandable all things considered) but she wasn't complaining.

Minerva was though. She let out a long whiny sound at the idea of being left behind but Cherche didn't seem to care. "I'll bring you something from town, just be good." She chided, tethering the wyvern. Another whine was all she got in reply. Shaking her head, she went to fetch her small pouch from the saddle bag and promptly took off.

They met up almost at the same time and Cherche smiled her usual smile. "Same here. Shall we?"

[wyvernwhisperer]

//ooc Cherche's current RPs

I owe the following:

In the Sun (Tiki)

Laundry Day (Stahl)

Mounts Alike! (Cordelia)

with Virion

Waiting on:

Gerome

Sully

Stahl

//ooc: If I missed anybody, please let me know =)

[mon-qi]

classy Wyvern rider lady complete with her sweet adorable companion in #4 for kuerbisflocke

[ai-wa]

Families are my favorite thing about this game. Animals are always a plus.

[exaltlucina]

覚醒詰め by とみ

[sonschmarn]

I though during these days without internet I would get to draw a lot but I just watched a lot TV and played video games

[floresydragones]

ya está, ya no dibujo más. a dormir.

[aokamei-deactivated20190213]

Gerome !! ^ P ^)/

[killuba-blog]

More commissions! This time it’s Cherche from FE:A! I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DRAW CHERCHE SO THANK YOU FOR THIS ONE. I now know in great detail how impractical but pretty Cherche’s costume is. Interested in commissioning me? Click here: MiharuZee Art Commissions

[stoicrider]

fire bug || open (cherche + gerome)

[wyvernwhisperer]

Minerva had insisted on and on that she could not sleep. Still… Cherche was hard pressed to find a reason why she should also be denied sleep just because her mount had insomnia! Eventually the woman gave in and, after removing anything armour for the evening, followed the wyvern out of her tent into the night air.

The short walk around the camp itself wasn’t what the wyvern wanted however and Cherche found herself trailing along behind her like a dog owner following a curious pet. Eventually Minerva’s senses led them into the woods in the direction of a small light that Cherche could only assume was a fire.

"Minerva why are you bringing me to the ni-?" Cherche had no time to finish her sentence as she heard a twig snap beneath Minerva’s weight. A moment later a voice called out from near the small light source in the distance and Cherche suddenly understood why Minerva seemed to be insisting.

It was Gerome. The young man that the children from the future claimed to be her son (though she couldn’t really tell you how she felt about it all or even who she’d marry for this to happen) was on watch that night. Minerva had most likely sensed that her older and more battered self was still awake wanted to keep her company, giving Cherche a chance to keep her son company as well.

Minerva peeked her head through the thicket and gave Gerome an almost meow-like greeting as a sort of signal to calm down. As she did, Cherche stepped through the bushes into the firelight and smiled. “Good evening Gerome. You don’t mind if we join you for a bit, do you?”

[stoicrider]

Gerome nearly stands up, if not for ‘other Minerva’ peeking her head through the brush and greeting him (so cutely that he thinks his heart has melted a little, but that’s insignificant). He holds on to the axe however, wary of his mother (? Was it even right to call her that? He still felt highly uncomfortable with the idea. She isn’t the same, merely a stranger bearing a similar face and name and practically everything else.)

She and her mount emerge entirely out of the bushes and he averts his eyes, tossing the stick he was using to poke at the fire with away and scowling at the ground. “Minerva is alright… So I suppose you are too. But don’t come too close!” To emphasize, he takes his axe and drags it along the dirt, creating a circle around himself. “Don’t pass this line.”

This would be fine, he guessed. It’s not like he was obligated to talk to her or anything, he just had to sit here and let her keep him company until she decided that she had enough of him being uselessly aloof and left him alone, like he wanted to be. Or perhaps she would be perceptive enough to realize that that’s not really what he wants?— Of course not, it’s not like she’s his mom or anything.

[wyvernwhisperer]

He seemed hesitant to even allow her there but Minerva's presence seems to alleviate that a little when he allows them both to stay. Smiling, Cherche finds herself somewhere relatively comfortable to sit, almost completely across from him (if only to make him more comfortable). Minerva on the other hand parks herself between them heavily, her tail sweeping part of his circle away as she does. Cherche almost laughs, knowing he won't really argue with Minerva.

The silence between them stretches on for a bit, broken only by the crackling flames until Cherche finally decides that maybe she should say something. "I know you're probably not very keen on having either of us here but..." She pauses to try and think of what to say next. "But I thought maybe we could talk a little. I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little."

She stops again and considers what he might say to her before adding with a smile, "Minerva would like that too."

[wyvernwhisperer]

Would you fuck a Risen?

"I beg your pardon?!"

Suddenly, Cherche felt like she was going to be sick. “I don’t care if a Risen used to be my husband, I am not a necrophiliac and I would NOT do that!”

Sheesh, just because she admitted to having kinks didn't mean she had that many.

[wyvernwhisperer]

If one of the old antagonists ((Gangrel, Validar, Walhart)) came up to you and offered a one night stand, what would you say?

Cherche blinked very very slowly as she attempts to make sense of the question. “For starters, in general one night stands are out of the question. More so if they involve any of the following,” she pauses for a moment before listing them, “so-called Mad Kings whom I’ve never seen in said mad state (so I suppose he wouldn’t be so bad), Plegian kings with a penchant for summoning fell dragons and especially Conqueror’s who deem it fit to ravage an entire continent and ruin people’s lives.”

Cherche follows all this with a smile before speaking again and saying, “So to answer your question, I’d tell them no, plain and simple.”

((//ooc: All the mun could think of what this.))

[wyvernwhisperer]

*touches your butt*

"W-What in the?!" She jumps and turns, almost expecting someone she knows at this point. However, it’s a cloaked one.

Twitching, she manages a half-smile as she draws her axe from the side of Minerva’s saddle. “Two can play at this game~” She sings, her smile widening into what can only be called a very dangerous grin.

[wyvernwhisperer]

What is your favorite sexual position and why

"Really now, is that a question to ask a lady?!" She was nearly yelling, unable to really hold her smile for the moment. Groaning at the fact that she was even deeming the question worthy of an answer she said, "I’m… I’m a woman of strange tastes I suppose…"

Ugh. As if she was saying this! Oh well, might as well go all the way… “I’d rather not just lay there submissively; I prefer to be in control of what I’m getting for myself.”

"I do hope that answers your question."