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[fellmonarch]

# ♛ FELLMONARCH ━━━ private, roleplay blog for SOMBRON of FIRE EMBLEM ENGAGE; interpreted & loved by BARELY ( any pronouns & eighteen ); affiliated with THE OFFICER'S ACADEMY.

PORTRAYAL NOTES.

as stated on the blog's side descriptions, SOMBRON will be written in affiliation to the organization, THOSE WHO SLITHER IN THE DARK, known otherwise as TWSITD. rather than serving as an agent, the Agarthans have seen to it that his purpose equals that of a war machine, not yet set into position but loaded all the same; held within the ranks of Seiros' knights. so, dressed from head to toe in armor, helmet locked over sneering fangs, ELYOS MUSES will not recognize him at first glance, though suspicion is granted freely ( simply because he is, in fact, seven feet tall and unknightly in everything but appearance ) . however, he will recognize all Elyos muses and their respective EMBLEMS, which can and will affect future interactions between said characters. the only instances of Sombron outside of his disguise are when he's resting in the forest or mountains, usually in his dragon form to gather energy. approach with caution, or don't, for those are lawless lands ( there are laws everywhere ) .

a very important factor of this blog, too, is that I am experimenting with both character and style. Sombron, at the base of his interpretation, is an UNREDEEMABLE ANTAGONIST, and I have no intent to make you all think otherwise; his crimes are not to be justified, just studied. I want to explore what made him the beast he is and why his fate will always be inevitable, as much as his horrors are inescapable. similarly, future writing partners must understand that the majority of this muse's interactions will be foul, whether in atmosphere or tongue. this cannot and will not be adjusted, as anything less does not give his character justice. while I am lenient with softening certain verbal choices, I will not allow malicious nor pranking actions to be done against Sombron without discussing the expected consequences. this is for the safety of everyone involved, even if I want him to be bullied.

CONTENT WARNINGS for this blog, as introduced in the interview, are discussions, mentions, and examples of, but not limited to, child abuse, mass murder, prolicide & the reproduction of children simply for usage, unnecessary & canon - typical violence, unrecognized survivor’s guilt, dehumanization, abstract & concrete religious themes, prejudice against other races, genocide, and ideations & thoughts of a religious zealot.

for now, that's all ! thank you for reading and i hope to write with you all in the near future 💕

NAVIGATION.

i. lawbook ━━━ includes mun information, blog rules, art credit, writing specifics, & more! ii. portrait ━━━ includes muse information, expectations, shipping availability, headcanons, & more! iii. abilities ━━━ necessary stats page, as of the affiliated group's rule, which includes a link to the respective tracker. iv. interview ━━━ the interview and interpretation prompts of the muse.

TAGS EXPLAINED.

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; 𝐆𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 ・ / in character . ( all posts that are "in character", hence the tag )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ・ / out of character . ( all posts that are "out of character", ex. shitposts, maintenance, meta, etc )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ; 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ・ / gallery . ( reblogged art, including possible art by the mun, of the muse )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 ・ / headcanons . ( posts centered around a muse's headcanons, meta, etc )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ・ / prompts . ( all reblogged posts with prompts, ask memes, sentence starters and the likes )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐎𝐅��𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 ・ / inbox . ( all posts that are replies to an ask, excluding threads made from certain asks )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ・ / thread name . ( the threads tag )

[fellmonarch]

The peaceful passing of days, the smallest joys of life, the monastery offered her education and a somewhat average life—which she welcomed with open arms, of course. But unfortunately, not everything was rose colored and the bliss of a peaceful day turned into an unsettling nightmare she did not want to believe.

On the outsides of the monastery as she went for a walk, she was welcomed by the giant figure of an enemy resting alongside the peaceful beauty of the world.

Alear fought the nightmare with a rub of her eyes, a hard blink and uncertain eyes looked towards a villain that should have remained as such.

Unfortunately the dragon who stood here could not be any of her Fell Dragon friends, the shape of his body so snake-like, the size, the way her heart froze at the sight—it could only be Sombron.

Wide eyes, furrowed brows and her reach for the ghost of a sword expressed anger at a second chance given to a man who only cared for himself and never his children. It was unfair when so many had to suffer from his actions and would never get to live with their loved ones—unfair that he got to live while the portal he opened was the reason the Emblems would never get to enjoy how the peaceful Elyos would look like in their eyes.

That he got this second chance to roam in this world freely without consequences for his actions.

Yet she did not let the anger at life's strange twists to take control of her. Instead she took a deep breath, clenched her first and approached with a distant expression.

"Sombron." The dragon spoke spoke to another, then a moment of silence fell between them. What was she supposed to say to someone who would never care for her words, not even as he drew his last breath? Alear remained unsure, but a heartbeat later she continued. "I don't know how you revived another time, nor why you're here of all places. But i know your selfishness did not end in your death."

Red and blue gemstone shone as he brought her hand to her chest. Expression filled with a Divine Dragon's will to fight for the people.

"I will keep my eye on you, i promise that. If you ever cause any harm to any innocent person or put to risk this land's peace, i won't fear raising my sword on you once again. No matter what happens to me afterwards."

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘, 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍, 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐍�� 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒. Beneath the lure of looming branches, where trees nearly arched inwards from a foreign perturbation, Sombron remained soundless and, if upon a far glance, caught in the lifeless twitching of decay. However, to the delight of none, and the scorn of plenty, it breathed as did all ugly, living beings, even if every inhale was delayed by the strain in its lower belly.

The Agarthans had not explained this pain, nor had its assigned agent seemed complacent enough to offer any semblance of a rational answer. Their folk were evasive in the likes ; cowardly, it'd prefer to describe, for any creature hellbent on disguising their identity over decimating the foreign eye of morality was—

Flippant, its tongue jerked past its teeth, teasing a taste of the surrounding air.

—Divine.

A bloodshot eye snapped open at the smell, its vision blurred through the faint haze of fatigue yet no less concentrated. The fragile heart of man would disprove this occurrence under the feeble guise of an apparition, but Sombron was no fool, simply a beast not satisfied by entertaining such delusions. As predicted, its one - eyed gaze was met by the incredulity darkening the Divine Dragon's countenance into a grimace of unpleasant emotion. Mayhaps a messy overlap of horror and confusion. Whatever it was, the expression could not please the Fell Dragon to abide by the unspoken discipline of its agent.

Another exhale left its nostrils, though swiftly followed by the spread of its forelegs, claws sheathed into the earth as it rose from its stagnant rest. Fatherhood would never be absent of pesky children, no matter of death or abandonment, no matter the lacking desire of connection between sovereign and offspring ; a sorry sentiment met with the whisper of a hiss amid its throat, stretching into the beginnings of a growl.

“ Alear, ” Sombron uttered, as unimpressed as it was monotonous. Elyos, and all it stood for, meant little to the beast, for both the land and its people represented the very weakness he sought to rid of. But resilient, this Divine One was. A lousy confidence that would spell her death, once over, until the heart her people loved wholly turned into stone. And at the stark righteousness of her words, Sombron became bored, entirely, and lowered back into a curl of himself ; retracting all acknowledgment henceforth.

After a purposeful silence, he hissed, the gruff of his annoyance muffled by the shudder of his neck, where its hood refused to lower or shrink. “ Your hero's squabble never ceases. I was, and remain, finished with your barren world ; death nor revival will not change this. ” The scholarly wonder of how and when would lead to an inevitably frustrating, endless cycle of untended confusion, thus he dismissed the thought of hers with ignorance. Mocking, he tempts, “ But, of course, your hunger for vengeance is inevitable despite all. As would be, for a spawn of my blood. ”

Because she was, and always would be, even if the thought spurred discontent deep in his belly. Children. . . unfettered by all purposes if not spilling the blackened blood of a continued legacy ; how simple of a task to be met by their dour incompetence. If it came to it, he must reign a tighter grip on any future offspring, allowing the chance of defects in this second life will simply repeat this dreaded cycle.

To that, and Alear's dedication, the Fell Dragon King scoffs. “ Empty threat. A fool's promise, ” His mighty head tilted as if to taunt, scarlet dilated irises narrowed in contempt, “ I cannot be killed wholly, thus your efforts will never bear fruit. Your hope is unnecessary, as always. ”

The Agarthans would not care deeply for the disappearance of a foreigner, surely not. Especially not a foreigner who— hooded gaze flits to the fingers clenched over her chest— was worth little if not for possession rather than purpose. His following words were not so much a threat as they were a declaration of prophecy, “ Leave me be, Alear. I have killed you once and a measly death will not hinder me from doing so again. ”

But optimism twisted sharp within him, jagged in all aspects fortunate ; where a sovereign sought to exist, an Emblem, whether as concept or truth, would accept a space at their side. All was only a matter of time.