#• praelior •

[ciniis]

HEADCANON + praelior

GENERAL. Ash’s father was the demon that represented Plague and sickness. As a result, it was their father’s job to harvest all the souls that died due to sicknesses and also to encourage illness to spread. It didn’t matter what died of illness, he would harvest all of the souls. Even animals. 

WAR HORSE. When Ash’s father was murdered, many of the souls he kept sprung free from their cages, one which was of an ANGRY female horse who had defied her capture from the day she had fallen ill. Upon her freedom, she could feel the anger of Ash. She gravitated towards him, and felt so compelled by the sheer level of anger that she was able to take a physical form as a spirit. Ash felt her nose brush his fisted hand, and with one stare into her wild eyes he knew she was there for him. She became his warhorse. 

POSSESSION. Praelior is a mare (female) and she can only take form by possessing something. It’s her nature to seek out things that she will feel comfortable in, such as the body of another horse. For centuries this is the form she took when her need for a physical form was requested by Ash. Ash does not consider her to belong to him, but rather she is free to go wherever she choses. 

MODERNIZATION. obviously, in the modern world owning a horse isn’t exactly a common thing. Nor is it something that you can simply take everywhere with you. Praelior is very old, and very tired. She does not feel the need to run around pastures anymore, and enjoys a quiet life now. So, Ash and her formed a solution. Using his ability to create magma, Ash turned an old motorcycle into a form that Praelior could possess and lay dormant in. That form is pictured above!

DORMANT. Praelior is retired and thus lies dormant. She is much like a ‘genie’ in the sense that the bike is her home and where she lives now. She can be called upon by Ash, but whether or not she choses to answer his call is her decision. She is a mare, afterall, and will do whatever she pleases on her own terms.

[kingslight-blog1]

bahamut voice: i ship it

“I ship Iedolas... with a ship.. sailing far away from my kingdom with no provisions and no one to help him.”

[daemonizing]

ardyn-dono . . .. . i don't know what to t-t-think ... this gift is ... !!!

" there's more where that came from i don't believe i've ever seen you b l u s h so much in my entire life . i'll have to come up with a few more of these , if i'm to get used to this side of you . "

[crownsguardian-blog]

' five times kissed '

first.            it’s quick . fast , and on the training room floor . it was never supposed to happen . and yet he’d felt so safe beneath the glaive it was an impulse . it wasn’t supposed to happen again after that .

second.              insomnia has fallen . the king , gone . their home a ruin , and invaded . noct is a mess , yet the only one gladio can worry about is the man in front of him . he’s on the brink of death , and yet lips crash over enius’ with a growl of how idiotic he is . how he’d almost lost him . he’d already lost his father . he can’t lose two people he loves in one instance .

third.          follows the second . though only once a potion has begun to work it’s way into the man’s system . it stems from a murmur , almost a question . are you an angel ? he supposes it’s due to the wings , forever marked on his arms . yeah , he answers , s’pose i am . it’s followed with a gentle kiss to his foreahead .

fourth.            it’s a late night , at a campground somewhere . a haven , with protective runes humming beneath their backs . he’s in enius’ arms this time , the elder curled at his back . he feels the safest he’s been since they set out . the shift is slow , so as not to disturb , but finally its enough to press scarred lips together . it’s then that gladio realizes , even though the stars shine above , they could not compare to his beauty .

fifth.         their journey has come to an end . and their new king’s reign was short . too short . but as dawn rises on the horizon , even as tears fall for the loss of a dear friend , he can’t help but reach for the elder’s face and clasp it between worn palms to guide him down for a gentle kiss . he was beginning to feel so afraid of the dark .

[pretendcr]

m'accursed

ＷＥ'ＲＥ ＡＬＬ ＧＯＩＮＧ ＴＯ ＰＵＮ ＨＥＬＬ ( ?????? )

[TIPS HAT] [CAN FINALY REST IN PEACE] 

[theplagueofstars]

praelior replied to your post: [ There is a lot of old men sinning on my dash....

says the old man

“Allow me to regale you with a tale of the sins of a once proud Draconian god.”

[divine-identite]

@praelior replied to your post “Well, I'm now staying away from OW fandom for a good while.Way, too...”

het ship becomes canon: people whine. gay ship becomes canon: people whine. it's like the fandom is never satisfied lmao.

A never ending shitstorm lmfao. Like what makes it worse is these are fictional character man.

[caelitis-blog1]

dont u worry i think ur manly

??? || @praelior​

    “ Finally – somebody who understands. ”

[dacteg-blog]

@praelior​   ( SC! )

swallowed in darkness; that’s no way to live. the dawn breaks and ignis feels the sun’s warmth upon his cheeks -- has he really been outside all night? birds chirp and sing and he feels the wind lessen with the arrival of a new day, sunlight heating where his hands are placed upon the arms of his outdoor chair. the rush of people, of traffic, will surely start up soon enough, what with the hours quick to bleed into one another once the day begins its cog-turning process. around about now, sometime ten years ago, a royal adviser awakes to plan a journey for four, leather-clad young men.

sight has not blessed him with a return, though there was no real proof to say it ever would. instead he has become acquainted better with his nose and ears, hearing the approach of others before they even so much as knock upon the door. he does as much as he can, but with grief washing over him like an ever-persistent tide, he struggles here and there. his purpose has failed. whatever kept him breathing before lies six feet beneath his heel and the memories he clings to are mere pictures he cannot look upon. 

he spends most of his days lonesome, as he was never one for guests and the horror that is death scares off most contact with others. still, he talks. he talks far more than he ever did, perhaps madness consuming some fraction of his soul. ‘ you hear that noct? ‘ he once asked the silence, dead apartment upon hearing the call of a needy cat from a street below the window. he cooks and falters, telling gladio not to laugh at him when he grazes his knuckles with a knife. he cannot bear to ask prompto anything, for merely thinking upon it brings a tear to his less-scarred eye. 

but as the day creeps up upon the land like a silent stranger, ignis feels... not quite as alone as before. with the day, something stirs within the darkness of the apartment’s main room. he rises, the chair and then the door guiding him inward as he re-enters and stands with his back towards the open doors. “ hello? “ he asks. he heard nobody enter, yet there’s a feeling, like a heavy scent, which washes over him even still. instinct makes a fool out of a single survivor, out of a man who ought not to exist at all as he calls out names and speaks to those who surely cannot be there, no matter how much he hopes. ‘tis indeed a shame, when a smart man becomes a fool in the end. 

[lucislegend-blog]

⊕ ( the stuff we talked about in IM )

Send me a ⊕ for an aesthetic graphic for our muses.  / 1 per muse /

BECAUSE who wouldn’t want to see nyx able to summon / work with astral bahamut?

[codeprint]

praelior replied to your post

Er, so. Regarding the “optics”, “hues”, “orbs”...

no one is demeaning or dismissing other people for using the “boring” descriptor, tho

They are, though. From where I’m sitting, saying only using “eyes” or the like is “boring” is kind of putting down someone’s writing and can make someone feel insecure? And it’s a sentiment I’ve seen repeated across the posts that are appearing on both my and  across the dashes of my friends who aren’t even in this fandom.

Everyone has a different preference for writing. If you like using more purple prose then go ahead and do it, but not everyone does and I don’t think it’s fair to paint those people as “boring” for not wanting to use it.

And yes, they are. Maybe it’s not happening on your dash, but whatever sparked this particular discourse is far-reaching and while you may not be seeing it, I am. 

[kingslight-blog1]

m'king

“Leave.”

[divinamxultionem-blog]

' rough touch '

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists. 

@praelior

Oh, it BURNED!

Ardyn’s head fell back as he let out an almost inhuman SHRIEK asplated hands reached out to grip along his wrists. It was so odd forthe Fallen to drop his usual show of cold demeanor, but here he was,the ooze starting to drip from his clenched teeth and tearing down fromscarred eyes.

  The demon writhed, his body trying desperately to get away from the   glowing light that had settled in within his exposed arm. The monsters   inside of him SCREECHED and CALLED, falling back within their vessel. 

            “RELEASE ME!” He SNARLED at the damned god.                   “Let me GO!”                 

[crownsguardian-blog]

so, you have a big sword ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

enius,,,,, this is not,,,, the time,,,,,,

[armigeruser]

we shall purge the vegetables from eos, o' chosen king.

a good way to utilize the power of the old kings

[swcrdlily-archive]

          how long was this darkness going to last? the chaos that had erupted across the lands of lucis was almost unbearable. left and right people’s lives were being ripped apart and the countries population was facing a low dose of numbers. it was sickening to see the world he had been raised in destroyed in just an instant. in one disappearance, the world went to hell in a hand basket. he’s wondered, more often than he should, when it would all end and for how long they were going to have to suffer through this. how long until they were able to see the sun rise again? 

      he had been working to find survivor’s of the initial attack, helping those in need around him as best he could. he was lucky. he had the training to survive this kind of thing, but most people out there didn’t have that kind of talent.  

           ❛ get these people to the truck and get going. it’s only going to get worse from here! ❜ his words are firm, spoken to the nearest hunter that will listen. fingers reach out, his great sword appearing in a flash of white and blue. it was almost a relief to hold its weight in his hand, knowing that as long as it kept appearing that somewhere his king was still alive. 

          ❛ i’ll take care of the enemy. just get moving! ❜

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