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@yrgwynbleidd
apologies for inactivity, my muse has been everywhere
@jonathancrane-scarecrows
Scarecrow growls soon rising up showing it’s true form. It was a monstrosity much like the stories Geralt had heard. You will not harm him for if you do, you will be the one in an early grave. The creature could talk, but its voice was not exactly human vocals. It was something that scared people. Its eyes glowed red in the skull it had for a head. It had sharp teeth and four arms with sharp claws. The rest of its body was made up of many things, things its kept from what people fear.
Jonathan sighs,“ Yes I understand the bounty on his head… but you cant just simply kill him. Its complicated. I dont control him, not completely.”
Geralt raised a brow and turned to face the Scarecrow, grunting softly.
“Then leave. Find your meal elsewhere so I can have some peace and quiet. If I see you again I will Kill you, understand?”
He growled, not in the mood for fighting as he had had a long and restless day.
@yrgwynbleidd
The forest had always been her home, always had given her what she needed, her herbs and companions in the form of animals, wanderers and odd creatures. Visenna`s life was not that of an ambitious sorceress, she did not wish to get mixed up in politics or work as a midwife for wealthy noblewomen, neither did she wish to join the temple of Melitele or other priestesses. Not many shared her opinion, other mages and wizards did long forgotten the old ways and were now moving into towns where not only fame but money could be made and in most places magic was feared but also welcomed. It was not rare that she would find a hurt animal to safe or a human or any other creature so when she heard the branches creaking and she was a man falling on the ground she hurried to help, her basket already filled with freshly picked herbs. She studied the man, not without curiosity and it did not take much to take who he was. It was him, the boy that she once had to give up. But his hair was silver, her hand was shaking. She wanted to touch him, to caress him. And his face once so small and chubby was now twisted with pain. ‘Here, here, ease a little’ she told him as she was trying to push some herbs through his throat softened by the water found in her bag. She waited for him to get better until she would be able to carry him. She wanted to, she wanted to take him home at once but she knew she would not be able until he would get better. It took two strong woodcutters and a calming spell to carry him into the cottage so when he woke up she could see his eyes. HORROR. What has happened to them? But she did not ask, she did not say. ‘Lay, I`ll bring you water.’ She was sure he did not know. How could he or did he?
A soft grunt left Geralts’ parted lips as he winced from the pain, the scent of a familiar yet some how unfamiliar setting making him shift slightly where he lay. He couldn’t quite pin point where he was, his head was killing him and the pain was tearing away the urge to move, to speak to whoever it was looking after him. A soft sigh left him as he turned his head to the side, listening to the voice only for one conclusion to arise,
“Mother..”
He spoke tenderly, his hands gripping at the fabric of the bedsheets, his eyes trying to open however failing as various thoughts came to mind to ask her; why did she leave him? Why did he become what he was?...So many thoughts that drowned his thoughts of pain, however replaced with a new pain..one that he couldn’t understand.
@barnes-and-noble
It’s not what he was expecting and all he could manage was a soft “Hm.” It hit too close to home and it was what he was on the run from. Trying to hide from in a sense and here he was now - not quite the same but almost too close for comfort.
He walked with him, his hands still in his pockets. He was far from home but he needed it, maybe this wasn’t the place though. He was a monster and a killer himself and there was a small moment that he thought maybe Bucky was a monster Geralt was after, “Whats the next monster you’re after?” Glancing over at him as he kept up with him.
“Hmm, not sure yet. I’m waiting for the next poor soul to give me a contract.”
He replied, looking over at Bucky before settling for a clearing and tying Roach’s reins to the tree nearby. He then took his bag off the saddle and made his way to the clearing to set up, he could however feel that the other was...a bit off.
“Something troubling you, Bucky?”
@lyricaltales
The question surprised him slightly and it took Jaskier a moment to formulate an answer, contemplating his words for a moment and tapping his fingers against the wood of his lute. “I hope for many things, Geralt…” he answered eventually, a smile settling upon his face.
“I hope to find a love that consumes me and makes me dizzy for the rest of my days, I hope to tell a tale so inspiring that it is etched into the fabric of history and I hope to ensure that I never fail to see the beauty and value in the world…” he answered. There were other wishes of course, ones that were little close to his heart and spoke of combatting his own fears, but they were not voiced.
“What do you wish for, Geralt?”
‘What did he wish for?’ a question he hadn’t thought of or thought of answering. He sighed and hummed in thought, his stern expression and posture relaxing for a few minutes as he thought.
As he was about to reply, he heard rustling and immediately sat up, furrowing his brows and growling softly as his eyes scanned around the various bushes.
“Not sure, Jaskier...”
@astormofagirl
She’s unsurprised with his response, a knowing smile gracing her features. She’s glad to see him - part of her had wondered if they’d cross paths again. Yennefer stepped aside and motioned him to follow her. “An unwise man indeed,” she teased good naturedly over her shoulder before proceeding toward the stairs. Yennefer started up the stairs and let out a breath. “Are you well?” She questioned making conversation idle conversation until they’re alone.
“A few cuts and bruises here and there, but nothing too serious.”
He replied as he followed her, turning his focus to her for a moment before following her up the stairs. He glared at any weird looks he received from the men in the inn and grunted, keeping a slight distance from Yennefer but still remaining protective.
@wickdflower
Rose shook her head whilst looking at the White Wolf’s face carefully. It’s funny what tranquility it brought her.
“Something terrible must be upon us, Geralt..Or should I say what’s left of us, “ Her petite frame trembled as she said that.
“Our coven might just as well be forsaken by any higher power we used to have in our favor, since most of our spells don’t even seem to work anymore. We’re getting weaker by the minute.”
“This isn’t answering my question.”
He replied before stopping in his tracks to look at her, his golden gaze staring at her own as he sighed and grunted.
“It seems as though your Master doesn’t quite care if he isn’t helping you with this Striga problem. Perhaps you have too much faith in him.”
@jaskier-dandelion
« Oh hello you, goodmorning sunshine! » , the bard didn’t waste one single second to make fun of the witcher’s ridicolous look. « I love that alcohol can reduce you worse than how a monster could ever do. », he laughed and tossed some water into a large cup that he then handled to Geralt.
« It’s incredible how well you can handle all of those… » , he made a vague gesture with his hand moving it in circles « ..witcher’s…potions.. but not one single night of drinking games. » , he laughed again. Stopping almost immediately because he surely didn’t want to receive a punch in his sacred intimate parts right in the morning.
« Anyway, yes, you guessed right. Earlier this morning, when you were still in your sweet dreams, I found a peasant crying out in search of someone willing to help him with a … ghost. That’s right, he said ghost! I would’ve not believed him if I didn’t know you and all of those stuff that come your way, of course. »
Jaskier pointed his finger to one side of the tavern, to let Geralt look at one man drinking in a corner. « That’s your guy. He can totally give you more information about the contract, and you can negotiate the price as well. Ah, Geralt, make it a good price. We are a bit out of coins, you know… »
Geralt raised a brow as he grunted and took the large cup, gulping down the water as he sat across from Jaskier, sighing softly,
“I gather he’s been waiting for me, and besides we’re a bit out of coins because of the drinking game, Jaskier. I won’t be doing that for a while.”
He replied before pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. He then nodded and made his way over to the man to make the deal, sitting at his table across from him and beginning to ask for details.
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//I’ll reply to things on Geralt and @clinicalvampirisms when I’m home!
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are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at them because we are human? my dear, how easily we forget the calcium in our bones & the iron flowing in our veins or the nitrogen in our dna. look in the mirror & ask yourself instead if maybe we are human because we are made of starstuff, after centuries finally knowing ourselves at last.
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1st drawing of 2020 finished! Welcome Juno! One of my favourite characters yet.
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