#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪꜰʏ ᴇxɪꜱᴛɪɴɢ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Hunter 」

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“And just who are you?” The question comes from a taller witch boy with green hair. He’s looking right in Hunters direction and crosses his arms when the other looks at him. (-yeets-)

-  ✩   「   @decanard ​​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Hunter just needed to be away from the palace for a while... for his OWN sake. After flubbing a mission— not that he can take all the blame, since he was purposely given some of the most incompetent and insubordinate members to accompany him —and earning Belos’s scorn, Hunter barely managed to excuse himself before things escalated TOO far. With nothing but a few new bruises and scratches thanks to the clumsy haste of his exit: scattering like a mouse in the presence of a cat, weaving through the numerous hallways and into some hidden passages that prove helpful during times like this... Feeling like a coward as he slipped out thanks to a cramped tunnel and secluded path well-beaten by his own boots.

A coward, but a LIVE one. So long as he’s still alive, still has some shred of use within him, then he has a chance for him to make things right. To prove himself to Belos yet again, and get in his good graces.  It’s not too late. It’s NOT too late... It’s not— Internal mantra is interrupted by the feeling of eyes on him, Hunter tensing as he quickly looks over at the source of his discomfort. Eyes narrowed warily, he instinctively angles his body so that the disturbance isn’t on his blind side, Hunter backing up slowly so his back is against a nearby brick wall. Letting the crumbling surface serve as a preventive measure against someone taking him by surprise.

Fists clenched at his sides, grip tightens at the blatant disrespect of this stranger. This mere CHILD— as if he isn’t around Hunter’s age —addressing him so flippantly, rather than showing a fearful reverence befitting the Golden Guard. Not that the idiot can be entirely blamed. Hunter’s mask remains in the palace, unfortunately. He feels so... exposed without it. With that mask on, he’s Emperor Belos’s righthand man. He’s respected. FEARED. Not taken at face value, but by the merit of his achievements. His capabilities. Right now, feeling as bare and vulnerable as a fledgling, all he can do is suck in a deep breath and push down the fear.

Frustration is a far better emotion to cling to in this situation.

❝  That’s NONE of your concern.  ❞  He snaps, chest puffed out and cheeks heating with annoyance at how he has to angle his neck to meet the other’s gaze. Stupid stranger, being so tall... Still, Hunter is accustomed to having to assert his dominance over those who LOOM. That’s one of the perks and downsides of having such a small stature; you either learn to overcome it or become slave to it. Hunter would like to think he’s the former.

❝ Unless you’re looking for trouble, I suggest you move along.  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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