Sher Shah شاه شاه

Ind. Sel. Pri. Assassin's Creed: Third Crusades/Prince of Persia OC RP  Written by Light

[lonestray]

By Wim Jacobs

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sacrosanctbijou:

          A certain sort of panic swells within him ‘pon being approached by the stranger and he finds himself embarrassed by it: he was a creature of certain divinity, capable of crowning things and stripping them of their God-given glory in the same breath but here he was, shrinking from the presence of another person! ( and even before that, he’d been robbed by mortal thieves, and chased into the thickness of the forest where was now, admittingly, lost. ) The sheer humiliation of it was nearly enough to make him cry, though no immediate tears ran down his cheeks as unblinking eyes cast their stare downwards to the sack that seemed to jingle with the fill of jewelry. His jewelry, perhaps? What happened to the thieves then, pray tell…   Confusion lay thickly ‘pon his countenance and blond brows furrowed in slight degree as he then extended one of his hands, palm-up, in readiness to accept the pouch and receive back what was stolen from him.

          ❝ Who are you? ❞   He could not help but ask, unblinking eyes casting a soft near-white glow from beneath the shadows cast by the branches of the trees overhead. 

Her confusion mimicking that of kittenish mewlings, and for a moment Ardashir was inclined to delve into the belief that her innocence was genuine ---- unto the moment she speaks, and he fully acknowledges that said colossal woman was not a woman at all. “Nothing worth remembering.” a bitter tone amassed from the flick of slick tongue, garnered all from the past in which human sought their riches in his lands. “These forests owes you naught and thus you shall not take anything that lies here. Go.” Ardashir merely barks in riposte, an attempt to mask his fear that extramural entities were here YET to purloin his cherished lands. It was his utmost duty to ensure his family was not threatened ---- nor they to threaten anyone.

          “If you seek only my name, then I am Ardashir. Now leave.” 

          His glow astounds him, that is for sure --- waning gist of fading light illuminating dark terrain across the forest, yet the light can oft profess to be a terrifying charm, and Ardashir had no qualms to snub their beckoning gesture. 

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in my defense, i was left unattended

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@reginae-noctis 

          “Shhh----- hold ... Ara,”  It had not been a recurring negligence of his fault, to permit himself to be followed through thick and tussling trees. Albeit, Ara’s sense of smell is one that far surpassed his, and perhaps his mother had thought that her child was in dire danger that resulted in her aggressiveness against Ai. Ardashir raises a beckoning hand to gesture for Ai to move closer to him, standing between the girl and the she-wolf. “She is a friend.”

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          Gabriel doth tug the ornate cloth further o’er his brow as he slips further into the shade provided by the mountain’s towering trees, slowing in his steps only to look behind him to ensure that the thieves were not still in pursuit. ( not that he could see awfully much, his unblinking eyes bombarded still by visions oft-mundane. ) ‘twas only when he was sure that they had either lost interest—or their way amidst the many trees—that he sees how much from him was stolen. A bracelet, and a few rings… nothing worth smiting one over. He felt it was his fault anyhow: ‘twas his decision to adorn himself in riches even when enshrouding himself in mortal cloth. Natheless, he doth not ponder it too long as he gazes upward once more, a bit wary now that he could not exactly make out the sun’s position in the sky. If the thieves were truly still after him, mayhaps he was now as long as they were… 

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He did not appreciate strangers wandering into his domain like unsupervised animals; within the pack of wolves, dominance and control is everything --- a alpha who led the pack, a beta who served his right hand. Though Ardashir’s pack had been singularly outstanding, for soon the thieves would find themselves looking at the Alpha: none other than the man himself.

          He made his way through the forest, bodily naked except for bagging trousers. In his hand, Ardashir held a sack jingling with trinkets found in mostly around the necks of wealthy women and the higher-class of mankind. The wolves had no use for it, and Ardashir, too. “Did you lost this?” Demeanor unfazed, albeit the stranger before him stood tall, perhaps a head or two taller than himself, Ardashir merely spoke in between a steady puffs of moist breathe as he held the sack up high. 

          “Should this be yours, take it and go.”

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"...You look an awful lot like someone I used to know..."

          “Oh? And I suppose it’s not someone fond from your memory, is it, Archer? Judging from the look you chose to employ.” Light footsteps tapping the panel of wooden ground as he gaze at the white-haired man from an admirable distance, adorned in simple white clothing and tattered trousers. Raiment made nil use for a man who was raise among wolves, but within the public norm and his own kind, it was considered ODD to walk around naked. The man who bears his semblance seem to be renowned among Heroic Spirits, and Ardashir was not enough of an ignorant to let that knowledge pass into oblivion. “I can already see his name written on your face, I need not hear it from you.” 

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So I have only 6 drafts in my draft folder for now but I'd like to start fresh new things. Like this status for an invitation for me to hope into your inbox and discuss a plot!!

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reginae-noctis:

●▬▬๑۩۩๑▬▬● ❝I’m just assuring my safety, Sir. Sometimes hiding is not an act of weakness but rather of astuteness and rationality.❞ Ai wouldn’t emerge from the penumbra until she was sure that he didn’t pose a lethal menace to her survival. ❝Are you that curious to catch a glimpse of my visage? Didn’t you ever hear that curiosity killed the cat?❞

          “Tsk ...  I am of no interest to how you look. But be careful there---” A foot over the battlement and one atop it, Ardashir’ slight visage could only be seen through the sheen of flaming candlelight. “--those who hide there praying for a night’s sojourn often winds up dead; killed by either Man mistaken for an enemy, or devoured by beasts. Depends on which side of the wall you fall.” 

[elleleh]

A little gift of appreciation for @tikimanoo who has gifted me some fanart, one of being my OC Kite Branwen as a wolf.

It was super cute and I wanted to try my hand at it.

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For y’all who knows all my muses.  Narsus married to Ardashir and they have a son Keeler. 

Ardashir is dad, Narsus is mom, and Keeler is their pampered child.

[jayjarrick]

Colonel Monro spoke highly of you, Shay. He was convinced you could become the best among us. I expect you will not disappoint. I don’t plan to, sir.

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portalipsis:

“Not really, but sometimes I enjoy having a reason for it.” Chris frowned when he was challenged. Most people could look at him and tell that he could handle his alcohol. Of course his constant consumption helped him maintain composure as well. Usually he also could feel when it was time to stop, but if he was competing, then he might just ignore it. He sat near the smaller man and watched as the drink was poured. “Is this a test or a competition? Because either way, get ready to witness a new record in your company.”

     "Perhaps you would drink as well as you talk, but we shall see, stranger.” Ardashir was not quite as formidable as he looked, but then again not quite of a drinker by looks unless it were those who was familiar to his being. Countless faces he’d seen in the city --- from paltry thieves to grave robbers and nobles and pedestrians alike, there subsist not a single personality he wasn’t unaware of. The world is a cruel place, intolerant of those who cannot keep up with it. “---and mayhap you would pass out long before the sun rises.”

               Clanking of cups throngs the air and he raises one to the curb of his lip. Ardashir had been a frequent drinker and a formidable opponent within confinements of the bar. But per the usual, one cannot tell unless they were a frequent guest themselves. 

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Reblog if your muse would risk their life to save a loved one

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