#Fallesto

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

Sabrina was in a state of blissful relaxation, having indulged in a steaming bath that enveloped her in warmth. The water, still pleasantly hot from being refreshed twice by a magical contraption, made her feel as if she could remain in that tub indefinitely. She had sunk deep into the soothing embrace, with only her head, hands, and feet peeking out over the rim. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over the edge, having been thoroughly washed and dried, a testament to her leisurely attitude in the bath.

The tranquility was momentarily disrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the door, causing her eyes to flutter open as she glanced toward it, hoping for a visitor. A strange scent of steel and blood wafted through the air, transforming her initial irritation into a curious thrill. When the door finally swung open, she was met with the familiar and welcome sight of the witcher, the very one who had been assisting her through her struggles. Caught in the liminal space of her curse, she was neither mare nor human, but rather a Succubus—an embodiment of her own greed and darkness.

She was already beginning to rise, his torso now fully revealed above the water, his hooves sinking back into the depths. Water cascaded down his skin, pooling in the delicate grooves of his scars. A subtle smile danced on her lips, the familiar expression that always appeared when their paths intertwined. Her warm gaze met his golden eyes, and she took in his appearance—the blood, the expression etched on his face. It was his typical look. An eyebrow arched as she prepared to ask why he was there, but the sound of his boots on the ground interrupted her.

That sound silenced her words instantly, a contented hum escaping the creature as she regarded him. The door closed with a flick of her magic, but she barely registered it, her focus entirely on him.

[Fallesto - if you wanna write again, follow me once more on my main account, this one is dead, but understand if not x]

The Witcher climbed off Scorpion, patting the war horse and letting him go off to graze in the nearby woods, then passed through the evening rain, hooded black cloak shifting on the breeze, and approached the entrance to her sizable blue tent with gold trimming. At once, he sensed and smelled her familiar scent and the bath within, the beating of her heart, through his enhanced senses. The side monster contracts and time in the nearby town away from her had been welcome, a change of pace... but all good things had to end. He still had a curse to break, that he had reluctantly agreed to, and thus far they had only worn away at it a bit. He would have to find another excuse to go hunting, when the opportunity presented itself. Too much time around her, after what she had done to him and Deidre... other Black Sun girls, her ambitious doings as a Sorceress... whatever strange connection of destiny they shared that she should remain on his Path, he needed a respite from it all periodically. Even if the cold, hostile reception of the nearby town's ungrateful folk hadn't been much better... at least he knew where he stood with the average peasant. They made their feelings and intents quite clear.

"Here we go again..."

With a silent breath, jaw tightening, steeling himself Eskel reluctantly slipped through the door and within the giant tent... viper eyes at once looking around the magically sizable, familiar, wealthy palace-like interior. Illusions and enchantments, he knew, to remind her of the luxuries she and her upper class kind were so accustomed to... to remind her of her place at Ard Carraigh, in Henselt's court. His gaze settled gradually on Sabrina in the lavish tub, in a new, alluring form he hadn't been expecting. One that gave him pause... the heat in his blood burning hotter, one of the side effects of his mutations betraying him again, forcing him to ignore such instinctive, primal desires. To remember and center himself. In a display of her magic, his enchanted silver wolf head medallion buzzing, she closed the door behind him automatically. Folding his broad arms over his red, silver spiked leather jacket and his Witcher's armor, Eskel studied her closely, not disguising his gaze that moved along the long crimson red haired Succubus' bare form. At last, eyes within the hood narrowing on her own, his deep, calm voice washed over her no less than the water was her body, remaining standing where he was by the entrance.

"Still not quite looking your old self, Glevissig. Didn't think I'd find you like this... but I know you in any form. Horns, hooves and tails suit you. Demonic. Surface starting to match what's inside. Always been well connected around Kaedwen, take it your spies tipped you off I was returning, or was it more of your magic? "

@fallesto

[icybreaths]

In the depths of the mystical forest, where the murmurs of the trees intertwined with the gentle caress of the breeze, a being of extraordinary elegance stepped forth from the twilight. Her fur shimmered like freshly fallen snow under the moon's embrace, radiating a soft, silvery luminescence that illuminated the verdant carpet beneath her. Her mane glowed with an otherworldly light, each strand resembling delicate threads woven from the very essence of moonbeams. Above her, the leafy canopy arched like a grand cathedral, sunlight filtering through in a whimsical ballet, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow upon her form.

Once, she had been a powerful witch, wise and revered, moving with a grace that echoed her lost humanity. Her eyes, now reflecting the depth of a nocturnal creature, carried a quiet sorrow, a poignant reminder of the life she had once known. They sparkled with ancient knowledge, hinting at the stories of countless nights and the whispered mysteries hidden within the forest's embrace.

Her hooves danced through the muck and mire of the earth, each step resonating with the pulse of the land. The woodland creatures sensed her arrival, for she was a guardian, a quiet watcher who safeguarded the realm with an unwavering gaze. They could feel her strength, even if they couldn’t perceive the delicate spells she spun to protect the innocent and lead wandering souls back to the familiar trails.

As the sun sank beneath the horizon, the forest fell into a hushed stillness, as if it were pausing to catch its breath. The air was rich with the aroma of pine and the allure of a night brimming with murmurs and mysteries. The transformation had exacted a toll on her, yet it had also bestowed upon her a deep bond with the spirits of the land. They communicated with her through the whispering leaves and the far-off call of an owl, steering her through the maze of ancient trees. Her mission was clear, though the journey was laden with danger. She sought the hero foretold by fate, a companion of great significance to join her in this endeavor. Until that moment arrived, she remained tethered to the forest, a quiet guardian of enchantment and wonder in a world that had long forgotten her essence.

|| Asks || @fallesto ||

The forest’s breath came with a chill the deeper one wandered. Like the leaves, it started as a whisper, nearly indiscernible from the wild nightlife.

Further ahead was a hum, low and sinister. Had survival instincts not kicked in, there might have been more bodies.

Few birds scatter the forest floor, a huddle of rabbits, a fox… schools of fish frozen still in the river.

Snow was brought in by a gale of numbing winds. The trees shivered under the hiss in the air.

An iced over wolf stood frozen mid step, head down and peering into the fogged brush. Cautious.

Blood painted the snow on the other side in a disastrous slop. From the ground to being frozen mid drip from the tree leaves above; it was everywhere.

It should have smelled worse but it was tempered by the cold.

Parts of a dark claw, a chewed open leg, and greasy black hair scattered the scene. Teeth— part of bony mask… crimson streaks that led to the dead hollow body, and the woman perched atop it.

She looked on, tonguing meat out of the dips in her talons. The approaching creature was a laughable juxtaposition to the horror here, but Jewel merely stared and studied it.

“What do you want?” she graveled out of her mangled mouth. “I’m busy.”

[tsukuharuko]

This was a violation against his rights!

He who has served without failure, who has gone above and beyond, who has done everything that one could do, who has worked for so long to make the world as it was, he who shines the brightest, the strongest of the strong, a frog! This was a violation, that witch, she had no right to take one look at him, dismiss him, mock him, think that he was not good enough at all, and he had lashed out, killed her, he was sure he had shredded her to pieces, but she came back, mocked him more and then cursed him.

A frog in the mud then it was.

This would not be the end of him, this would not be how it ends, he will live, always, he always comes back, he always finds a way to overcome everything that is thrown at him and this will be no different than all the times before, as he sat there for a moment and sighed, this pond, he hated it, he hated this lilypad, he hated everything that there was here, he had no powers, none he was trapped and so he was going to have to try and escape, get out of this pond, this garden and try and find, someone, anyone at all that can help him!

"Oh. A frog."

Haruko blinked as she stared down at the grass by the sidewalk; the little animal could easily be overlooked, and anyone could have stepped on it. She bent to pick it in a hand -- frogs weren't scary to her, she had hunted many after rainy days along with her childhood friends, back in the countryside -- and lifted it to her eye level.

"You should be careful, you know?" She said, almost with a scolding note. "What if you got squashed?"

She stood up and glanced around. It was odd to find a frog in the middle of the city. Maybe there was a park nearby? Then this little thing had to get back to his house pond.

"Let's find your home," she decided, crossing the road and following the alley nearby with hesitant steps. "You shouldn't be so far from the water. It's dangerous if you get too dry!"

[swordduels]

Clarimonde's gaze shifted for a bit at the question before their eyebrows knit together. "I'm here for a night of rest and to fill my stomach Iike most sailors." Only they werent a sailors, but an unwilling bride to a lecherous sailor. They ended his unclean life with the blessings of Bloodfather. But telling a stranger these tales of spilled lives would be unwise since they had chosen an unknown path with nowhere else to go. These lands where filled with non believers who never had spoken Blodfather's name with adoration. Death where likely not a beloved friend to these people.

Ignoring those curious stares were a difficult task as they waited for a verdict. Perhaps threats had been a poor choice. On the other hand it could be dangerous to show vulnerability in such a rowdy crowd. Clarimonde was still seen as a woman despite their muscular physice and less than feminine behavior.

"I shall tend to the dishes then." Their scowl vanished before turning into a pleased smile. With one motion Clarimonde ripped a piece of fabric for taming their hair by making a simply ponytale before stepping into the kitchen.

After Clarimonde promptly cleaned their hands they swiftly took care of each chore with ease. Each plate, glass and utensils where scrubbed cleaned without any mishaps. They carried plates filled with warm soups with spoons between tables in one moment before being ordered to cut vegetables or carrying back half eaten dishes. Clarimonde almost forgot why they came here to begin with as each task kept them running from one place to another.

After rushing around on an empty stomach for a couple of hours Clarimonde stepped towards a table from where a pale woman whistled for their attention. They picked up the gold coin before facing her. "Huh?" Clarimonde blinked in confusion at her request. "Arent you here for food or drinks?"

@fallesto

The village tavern was a dimly lit shack, nestled between a blacksmith and a cobblestone alley that smelled faintly of fish. Rain pattered against the wooden roof, a soothing rhythm that seemed to muffle the rowdy laughter of patrons within. As she watched the person, drenched and shivering, pushed open the heavy door, the warmth of the fireplace embrace them like a fur blanket. The tavern owner looked up from his polished countertop, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the young stranger.

"What brings you to the Anchor on a night like this?" he inquired, wiping his beer-stained apron with a suspicious glance. They followed this one called Clarimonde. They seemed to had traveled far, much further than they ever thought possible, but desperation had painted their journey in shades of necessity rather than adventure.

The owner, a burly man with a beard like a storm cloud, scrutinized them closely, his eyes lingering on the bruises that marred their face and the calloused hands that spoke of hard labor. His curiosity was piqued, but his caution remained firmly in place.

The tavern's patrons, a motley crew of sailors and traders, paused in their revelry to watch the exchange. A few whispered to one another, speculating on the origins of the bedraggled youth. The fire crackled in the background, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls, as if the room itself was alive with curiosity. The owner, after a moment of silent contemplation, grunted and nodded towards the kitchen. "Alright, you can start with the dishes," he said gruffly. "But if I catch you pilfering, you're out on your ear."  The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity. Pots clattered, knives chopped, and a cloud of steam filled the air with the mouthwatering scent of roasting meat and baking bread. 

The whispers grew louder, and glances turned into stares. They were an enigma in this small, secluded village, a puzzle that everyone seemed eager to solve. The white-haired stranger, who had arrived moments after Clarimonde, sat in the corner, nursing a pint and watching them with an unreadable expression. There was something about her, a sense of otherworldliness that made the skin prickle with unease.

The night grew later, and the tavern grew louder. Stories of the sea and distant lands filled the air, woven with the aroma of spiced meats and the clinking of tankards. As they watched Clarimonde dash back and forth and when ready, whistled for Clarimonde to come to the table, as they placed a gold coin down.

“A monster of your time my delightful little friend, I seek information and more, perhaps a guide, from someone who knows this land better than I?”

[frozcnlight]

@fallesto asked: "I've heard good things about you." (Regulus)

The slightest, nervoush laughter escaped Miran, truly unsure what she should say to this. It wasn’t unusual for people to know her. She was a heiress after all - and her family well known especially within the high society. Though, it was mostly rather her father who was known, rather than her - for whenever there was a gathering, she would just silently follow him and behave just the way her family wanted her to. Silent and only speaking up whenever she was asked or spoken to.

“I’m really glad to hear that it were only good things. It would be truly troublesome, if somebody would spread bad rumors about my family or me.”, she finally spoke with the corner of her lips, painted in a soft shade of peach, curled upward into a smile. She rested her hands in front of her, back straightened - just as she had learned by many lessons during her childhood.

“However, sir. I must admit that I never heard about you, I guess. At least I do not recognize it from your looks. Can I have your name perhaps?”, running a hotel meant to meet many faces - and some would might slip her mind.

[estarion]

@fallesto said: would not trust you to run a bath let alone run a party

　　　＂. . . too bad, bitch.＂ also, if they think he's seriously running this thing, they're all playing themselves. hah.

[toussainttwins]

“You are implying that all beautiful things may shatter.” Eyes of hazel gilded in flecked crimson sharpen, the previous glimmer of welcoming mirth ripped away with the slight lower of a brow. Feigned or not. And yet, a smile remained curled within gentle features, and it is so that it broadens ever so slightly. A witch made to show her teeth, unafraid to bloody them with the red of the flayed man if she so pleased. She was a witch, the next thing to a God, and she was not fragile, and she would never break. And so she gives her a smile, with the fold of hands at her torso. “And yet- I have heard that beauty often hide claws.” And mine are as long and sharp as yours.

As she would chuckle for the moment. “Yet I am glad you are here.” As she leaned forward and would look right at her for the moment, hand raising to her face and cupping her cheek for the time being, before one hand moved to her skirt and would pull upon it, pulling up the crimson silks, to show her, the hazel fur, the softest brown fur there ever was, along with the hooves that where on the ground. “How do you walk like this.” As her tail flickered back and forth, as she was beautiful in every single way. But her curse, of all those years ago, with turning lovers into horses, had bitten her back, and this was the result, she was like the little lamb, hiding right in plain sight.

Who could blame a maiden that sought the help of a witch? It was as common in fairy-tales, as it was in daily life, only in the latter girls had a much more meagre desires and the payment was, as a result, less demanding. But for Natanis her cause seemed as dire as all the woes of princesses of earth and parchment combined. The petite succubus would trade anything for the happy ending of her tale, and thusly one day she put all the wisdom aside, donned a fancy travelling cape in a shade of a dryad's embrace for a good luck, locked the doors of the shop as tightly as she locked the fear out of her own heart and went to seek the Daughter of Kaedwenian Wilderness. Luckily, the infamous sorceress resided not as far as her moniker suggested, and it took the horned beauty but a short trip to the border. Yet her pretty hoofs burned with hurry, as if she was dancing thought a garden of knives, like that unhappy little siren... "Oh, I am glad too, sangbonbon!" Sabrina's smile left a hollow taste down her throat. It yearned and it burned, but not for her kisses, not for her flesh. It seemed like a tainted mirror of the crimson flower that burned inside her own chest. But was such a terrible miracle even possible? Regardless, a sorceress you know was better than a sorceress who would like to gobble you up alive... Natanis gulped, but did not let her own relieved smile flicker.

"Beautiful things may shutter...if they are left alone in this world, if there is no one to cradle their heart in their arms. For what would beauty mean, if it shone only for itself? Claws can't fight solitude." the petite succubus hurried the words out of her mouth, terrible and ugly, for all the fear they were laced with underneath. Natanis was afraid, but not of Sabrina Glevissig - not that she didn't recognize teeth and claws even if they were but lovely names for grisly weapons - of her own thoughts. Of her...loss she was afraid to put into speech. "Oh..." a plump hand flew towards the horned beauty's mouth. She looked up and down the flame-haired sorceress figure, up and down again and..broke into a genuine, sugar-sweet smile and a squeal of delight. "What a beauty you are, mistress Sabrina! Why, a fur of such a shade, like golden-chestnut-of-3-wishes... the softness of a dream, and to the eyes alone! Hoofs strong and shiny! almost as pretty as mine! And a tail..." Natanis, the weight of her iron-heavy woe lifted from the dainty shoulders for a moment, circled the newly-cursed - blessed! - sorceress-succubus, like a clockwork toy - rapid and loud with many gasping praises, sharp to the details with the eyes of a seamstress.

"Ah, do your new, charming hoofs give you any pain? It must be the cobblestones! They are a torture once you change the soft earth of the forest for the joys of the cities!" the vivacious twin shook her golden curls in sympathy, gasped again as if remembrance of something vital shoot her through the very heart and snatched a tiny, silver-clasped notebook, seemingly out of thin-air. The movement was so nimble, one could call it magic, whence it was a sleight of hand and a silver chain of a chatelain, hidden amidst the fold of the dress to blame. "I shall make a special skirt for you, with a long train, as long as a cloud on an autumn day, so it would hide your hoofsteps from the prying eyes when you walk in all your beauty!" @fallesto

[whirling-fangs]

A century and nearly a half of companionship, and she still managed to surprise him.

He quickly realized that he had misjudged her strategy. She hadn't given in to the human's whims, of course not – that would have been quite unfitting for the almighty creature that she was. No, this was simply her moving the pieces across the board, shifting the balance in her favor, taking active part in the next piece of her scheme.

If that scheme involved him getting stomped on the face, Kiba could only bite back his complaints and comply.

He let out a few sneezes as the smoke filled the bag, escaping through the little holes in the window. A chance that the girl was too obsessed with her phone to notice, her eyes glued to the screen, preparing what would for certain be the peak of Stormy's account so far.

"Oh, a name, I'll need a name for her... oh, I'll ask the people to vote!" She mumbled to herself, hurrying her steps a little in her eagerness to put her own plan in motion.

Kiba recoiled in his corner, casting annoyed glances in her direction. Was he really so incompetent that she couldn't leave him on his own for more than a few days? Did she only come here to enjoy the effects of her punishment?

Or was this her idea of a nice little mother and son hangout?

The girl was quick to set the bag down as she arrived home. She opened the bag cautiously, not daring to touch her new companion, rather giving her the chance to leave the bag and discover her new surroundings on her own.

"Welcome home, little mama! Oh, I'll need to get you another basket... And a bowl... and some adult cat food! Little Stormy is still on the kitten diet..."

She paced around as she mused, until she remembered what this was all about. The girl grabbed her phone with frantic motions, aiming the camera right at the bag.

"I need to film this! Your first moments in your new home! Welcome, welcome, mama cat! You and your little kitten will be safe here!"

What an enjoyable little mess this was, very amusing, very amusing indeed to see how things have become that he has in some manner of way, bitten of far more than he can chew for the moment, that was something to have a small chuckle at for the moment, to know that he had gotten what he wanted and what he wished for, without even knowing it as well.

Now he was learning now, a little bit at a time, but he was learning more about the human world, about how humans adapt and make it into this world here and now, a world where humans live and die, by the small phones and tablets in there hands.

There entire worlds, revolve around this and this alone, nothing else matters, nothing else comes anywhere close, nothing else is important to them, it is all clicks, hits, likes, hearts and above all else, views along with followers.

“Shut up.”

As she landed right onto his head and almost crushed him as she would look up as the bag was sealed and closed, no one catchers here, no one seals her away, no one does anything to her unless she allows it, besides this human was as weak as they become, what could they ever do to the like of her.

The bag was sealed and they are on the move, as she would look around, comfortable, very much. “One moment.” As she looked around, this human, come on, all humans have to be the same, they all have to be alike, as she would look around here and find it, a vape. Thank goodness, she was getting stressed as she opened it with a shred of her claws, put the 6000-puffing machine together and would have a smoke quickly.

Humans, slowly killing themselves. Each draw closer to the end, what funny little creatures they are, annoying as well without a shadow of a doubt, as she was more content at smoking and filling the bag up with the vape than anything else.

“Relax.” He needed to calm down for the moment, now the human was nothing more than a means to an end, transportation and little more than that, to take them to were they wished to go, without even knowing what she was carrying was the two most dangerous creatures not within the land, but within the entire world in truth, and that was something that would come back to bite that human, and a great many others, besides, she had a plan, anyway, they needed food, a great deal, this human was the answer, to grow a following for them, who was going to miss, a group of idiots anyway from this new generation of humans, who live on there phones and like stupid little videos that will not improve there lives at all.

Who is going to miss anyone at all, who watches tic-toc.

[fereldensheroesa]

@fallesto asked:

A comprehension of change struck him like lightning. Focused vision slid sidewards, giving him views of his flanks which usual peripheral vision only teased at. The varying pongs of woodland life rose to prominence in nostrils which now pulled heavy breaths as if even walking pace demanded air usually afforded for continued exertion. The gentle sound of wind blowing upon the branches and the endless titter of birdsong filled ears which alarmingly moved toward the source of sound. His abruptly hunched disposition now seemed like the only position he ever could have been arranged, the idea of standing straight relegated to a passing novelty. He looked upon himself and saw a chalky barrel chest draped in previously crimson clothing now turned a sickly yellow, blue robes below strewn upon the muddy ground near his alarmingly hoofed feet. A flick of something beyond locked his focus rearward, alarm surging into his altered self. Watching carefully he he could just about catch a glimpse of a thick haired tail sweeping past his plump posterior; his entire body keeping its amble girth despite the alarming and wondrous changes on display. A breeze was felt by his underside and helped reinforce his new found indigent nakedness. The obvious conclusion laid itself bare in his mind but acceptance denied it, his mind spinning endlessly for some sort of mundane conclusion like a mill wheel endlessly churning water. He threw his head around and snorted, attempting to cast off this feverish dream or drunken hallucination; its persistence burning away comforting possibilities. He looked back at himself, mouth parted in shock -- he was no longer man but a beast. The tales of this woodland were true, and by some sort of enchantment or curse, he walked not as a man of nobility, but what would be considered a fine steed for nobility instead!

She had felt something... a stirring in the Green. Someone it did not seem to trust had entered the forest, a forest she was a more... welcome intruder to. Dryads, they did not like outsiders. They disliked men even more.

Gwen was allowed passage as a respectful sort. A witch who looked out for things like the old growth, the old ways. Not like those pretentious sorceresses, no. A druid, one of few that still wandered the Continent--- outside of Skellige, perhaps, but Skellige had kept many old traditions and beliefs alive. She respected that.

Flowers, herbs, were tucked gently into the basket she carried. A little luna moth that shone like a sun-dappled autumn forest settled at her shoulder. The witch stood, wandering towards the source of the growing magics---

There, just past the brush, she spotted him. Red hair like her own--- that was the most she noticed before the change took place. It was akin to stories she'd heard as a child. Gods turning those who wandered where they should not into animals--- typically to the death of the mortal who had done so.

Fearlessly, she stepped into sight once the transformation completed. "Quite th' curse... you're lucky it wasn't arrows. That tends t'be th' usual for dryads." She could be a curse breaker, certainly, it was within her ability. Not here, though. Not within the still angry boughs.

[swordduels]

He is sitting there, minding his own business as well, wanting to get away, but knowing by the time he reaches the gate, he will be a donkey once more, so he is trapped here, with them, around himself nothing other than idiots as well on every single possible level. ���Tsh.” As he rolls his eyes and would eat the apples that had been chopped up, he did not wish to see her, or anyone else, he wanted to be left alone, to work, which was to do nothing at all, he had his human body back, he was content, but escape, was impossible for him, as he would feel the itch for the moment and his ears would twitch. “Ugh!” Why, what had he done right now, what had he done this time, what had he done to deserve this as his ears had stretched and sat upon the top of his head, again, once again the proud set of jackass ears, why! Because he stole the apples, or because he killed the visitors that came here, which was it this time around, can he be left alone and not become a mule, could she leave him alone for that!

Circe had been bored out of her mind ever since Clarimonde decided to turn back to her precious farm. There was so much potential for chaos and mayhem since the gates were wide open for everything to pass through. It was somewhat amusing to witness the accidental moments when magic was performed but other than that she was dissapointed.

She had offered to be a teacher but Clarimonde had been so busy. Building things. Visiting families. Act as a teacher. Holding rituals. Giving orders. Having children, yuck. That snotty baby and the adopted twins took away even more time that could be spent to learn magic.

She did admire the effort of building a cult but they could be so much more.

Circe believed this day would have the same old pattern of everyone waking up, having a meal and doing chores. But she soon found out something had changed. After swirling around Clarimonde she returned to see Regulus back in human form. Feasting on apples while piles of bodies had colored the floor.

Oh dear. This was unexpected and troubling...

The witch swirled towards him. "Hmm. I see you havent quite turned back." She stated whole looking at his donkey ears before sitting down beside him. "So, what is your plan now?" Clarimonde had done something right when making a barrier to keep him from leaving by turning back into a donkey. They also managed to put protective spells on themself and the children.

The question was, was it enough?

He was still a dangerous force and people had already been sacrificed to his whims. She didn't mind violence or blood but a man child such as Regulus truly didn't deserve such incredible powers.

No. She wanted a fierce witch to rise above petty men to make them bleed and beg for forgiveness. Circe wanted someone like Clarimonde to give into rage, become a master and take away their dignity.

Clarimonde had to survive...

"You did make quite a mess in here and since you killed these ones, their loved ones will wonder where they went. Then there will be more people arriving to search for them. Not to mention people who are trying to prepare the very food you are eating or those who come to pray in your honor." For once she wasn't spitting out insults or spoke in a condecending tone. Instead she was calm and collected.

"What do think will happen if you keep killing people like this?"

@fallesto

[whirling-fangs]

It’s a simple enough question and yet

Who was the chef

She hesitates. The nerves are already showing through hard swallow and the wetting of lower lip, eyes shifting left then right as if searching for somebody else to take - over. Conversation has never been the strongest talent. Not even when he has time to prepare and while this approach might be seemingly innocent to anyone else, chef’s own paranoia as well as anxiety already has her expecting the worst rather than considering another option. Can’t stay silent forever though. She seems to accept that a beat later too because head suddenly nods. “I am. " Hands are quick to reach for a kitchen towel, wiping them of any excess food. She’d been preparing onions moments before and that’s the last thing anyone wants pressed against their palm. Once confident, or at least some semblance of it, she steps forward to introduce herself. "I am the chef and owner. Is, is everything alright? Was there a problem with your food? " It comes of so perfectly with how she walks, how she talks, how the trickle of sweet can be seen, but that was a well-crafted lie, nothing more than an image, of a chew struggling to constantly bring more people into the kitchen to work for her, and to keep the doors open to bring in more customers.

Kiba let none of his rampant rage show. His hair was tied up behind his head in an elegant ponytail, his pale skin empty of any blemish, his waiter's uniform fitting him like a glove. He weaved around the tables with a dancer's precision, carrying impressive piles of empty plates.

Fill up, fill up, filthy pigs, he grinned to himself, I'm only gonna have a bigger feast tonight!

It was all going a little too well, perhaps. He shouldn't have underestimated the humans' ability to be massive pains in the arse. His smile didn't fade as the angered customer, a plump little woman, pretended to have found a hair in her plate. A hair that she had most certainly plucked from her ugly wig, and planted in her dish. After Kiba waltzed into the kitchen and returned with the much demanded chef, he kept his hands wrapped around his empty platter, fingers drumming along its surface.

A little slip in his perfect composure.

"Look at this! There was a HAIR in my food!" The woman brandished her planted poison between two slimey finger. "This is UNACCEPTABLE! I demand a new plate, and I expect a gesture from you! Or I will have the entire world know how disgusting your little establishment is!"

Tap, tap, tap. Kiba pictured the woman's strangled corpsed skewered above a fire like a rotisserie pig. Yes... she'd make for a perfect appetizer once the doors closed, and the restaurant's real activity truly began.

This kitchen truly was a gate right into hell.

[chronicparagon]

"Yeah. I'm comfortable. Thank you for asking." Harmony answers with a nod. Although she's nervous about doing something the mare doesn't want, Harmony fails to contain her wide grin.

Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my gooooood!I'm riding a unicorn! An actual unicorn!

This is beyond her childhood dreams. She was perfectly happy petting her and traveling together.

She squeals while Adelheid makes her way to Imaiya. However, the young adventurer is torn between her excitement over doing a million and one things with the other, she still wants to be sure she's not overstepping boundaries.

Still, the thought of brushing Adelheid's mane, getting pretty accessories meant for horses, and stock up on treats, all of that is thrilling to Harmony.

"You're right! We need to get you stuff. Are you sure you're okay with wearing a saddle and stuff like that? I don't want to make you." Harmony first thought saying Adelheid is her horse would be a ruse when the truth is she's a unicorn, and Harmony's friend. "I don't mind riding at all! This is great! It's just I want to be sure if you're okay with that."

The journey through the streets is going smoother than the adventurer anticipated but she remains on alert. The pair are apparently not from here. Harmony's appearance is not like most of the people surrounding her and her companion. Her complexion is darker with her dark hair shining in crimson hues beneath the street lamps the sun's fading light. Adelheid gains the attention from onlookers with her beauty and grace. She searches from the corner of her eyes through Adelheid's stroll. There is no doubt there are people who long to have her, but Harmony will make sure no one steals the mare away. Then, the carriage rushing down the street before them disrupts Harmony's vigilance.

"Whoa! Whoa, there!" She strokes along the unicorn's neck to calm her. "It's all right. I got you." Gentle reassurances reach the other's ears. "We can back up. We don't have to cross right now." Perhaps her suggestion on getting food would be best right now.

"Sounds like a plan to me." She answers with a small nod. "Oh! Um, this is a weird question, but can you only eat certain things like grass or hay? Or can you eat other things?" She's aware of the horse's average diet but unicorns are brand new. Are they more sensitive to certain foods or can they handle foods that horses can't tolerate?

She had never seen a place like this, at least so close as she was now, from afar, of course, but she could never enter it alone, that was impossible. Humans are odd little creatures, and she was always curious about them, but she had learned, it was always better to watch them from afar, and not get too close to them, otherwise, they begin to have ideas, when they see something like her, even when she appears to be little more than a mare to them, they begin to believe they have the right to claim ownership, to be bought and sold like a product, the one trait of humans, she dislikes. 

“You have earned the right.” She said to Harmony, and it was the truth, she had earned the right to have this chance, didn’t Harmony say this was her dream and so she would be able to do it, only someone, good, only someone right, only someone who knows good from wrong and has aided others, could ride something such as her, if Harmony was evil, she would never have been given the chance and if she tried regardless of permission, she would have been unable to sit on her, she would have failed time and time again.

“Comfortable?”

She asked, as she felt Harmony sit down, and relax, light as well, she barely noticed as she held onto her mane, no pain nor concern as she moved forward then and walked, the clipping and the clopping sounds of her hooves on stone ground, was an amusing sound, creating a tune as she kept a small light pace to move into the city.

“We should find you, proper equipment, as I wish to accompany you on your travels, we can cover more ground this way.” She would say, and it would not be an insult, it was a mere fact, that she could cover more ground than Harmony ever could and cut down the time as well to reach places, which meant that Harmony needed the right riding equipment to remain seated on her and comfortable, especially when she wished to show Harmony, just how fast she was truly on the open fields and roads.

“There are so many people here Harmony?” She was not worried, she was more, impressed, as she looked at the bakery and smelled the fresh bread and buns being crafted, before she looked at the tavern that was pointed out, to see people eating meals, drinking, merriment, and conversations flowing as her ears twitched to listen, most compliments about them, some jealously, and others anger, that Harmony didn’t deserve such a mouth, and whispers of plans, to rob Harmony in the darkness when it comes, a concern as she moved along.

“It is better than I expected.” She was now, a little bit nervous, the deeper they went into the city, the more strange things she saw, more buildings, people, odd things on the water, ships? As she stared at them and moved back a little bit as carriages and carts moved back, being pulled by horses as that had her skittish for the moment, pacing back a little bit before she settled. 

“A meal, and then supplies, sounds wonderful, Harmony.”

[bvd11975]

@fallesto from x.

"But don't flaws teach you how to utilize better ways to create your characters? Wouldn't that make flaws worth embracing?" White gloved fingers laced with one another before herself as she eyed the threat she had been dispatched to investigate. "You could use your cheat codes to give your creations all that they need, but they'll never possess the experience of obtaining it for themselves. I'd think, someone with an imagination like yours would know the importance of experience and the information it provides."

Her amber gaze lowered a moment, the faintest of smiles upon her lips. "I ask you then, sir, what makes life worth living in your opinion?"

[cursedfortune]

@fallesto from x.

He was an obedient thing when he got what he wanted. She knew well his interests by now, the growing hunger that gnawed at his insides. He was a beast beneath that face, even his mother knew though she did her best to control him. Mortem knew better. There truly was no controlling Joffrey long term, one could only hope to advise his cruel desires to lead to a lesser extreme end.

Though, with how mortals have progressed, she was quite content to see them all warring and bloodied. Joffrey was a good means to an end for such. She'd ensure he was ready when the time would come. While Cersei knew not what the witch wanted with her son, all she was certain of was Mortem's interest did nothing but benefit the young king. That seemed to be enough, for now.

Content, the witch enjoyed how the quiver matched the rest of his attire. He seemed pleased enough since he was immediately seeking to make use of it, fetching an apple to place atop her head. His order was one she humored with a smile. Others would no doubt fear being aimed at, yet the witch merely stared down the bolt and held his gaze. He needed no invitation but he got one all the same, regardless of how good or poor his aim was.

Consider her pleasantly surprised by his success. The crunch of the apple being punctured as it was launched from atop her head hat the witch blinking. A moment of silence before her lips curved into a delighted grin, awarding Joffrey with a small applause. She didn't shy away at being impressed by his progress in the short time she was away.

"Absolutely brilliant, m'lord." Mortem praised as she turned, fetching the bolt. With a hard yank she freed it from the wall, the apple splitting neatly as it fell to the floor. It punctured it nearly perfectly through the core itself. The witch hummed, her finger swiping along the bolt before she popped it into her mouth. The fluid of the apply pleasant upon her tongue as she turned towards Joffrey. "Tell me, my King, are you pleased to have hit the target... or does some part of you wish you had missed and shed blood?" She inquired with a slight canting of her head.

[xxj0kerxx]

"I cannot imagine you will be able to win." (Gremmy to Kenpachi)

"big words coming out of you. only little shits have big mouths. prove it. all i'm hearing is words coming out of you. should i let you get a free hit in too?"

[lured-into-wonderland]

This was a violation against his rights!

He who has served without failure, who has gone above and beyond, who has done everything that one could do, who has worked for so long to make the world as it was, he who shines the brightest, the strongest of the strong, a frog! This was a violation, that witch, she had no right to take one look at him, dismiss him, mock him, think that he was not good enough at all, and he had lashed out, killed her, he was sure he had shredded her to pieces, but she came back, mocked him more and then cursed him.

A frog in the mud then it was.

This would not be the end of him, this would not be how it ends, he will live, always, he always comes back, he always finds a way to overcome everything that is thrown at him and this will be no different than all the times before, as he sat there for a moment and sighed, this pond, he hated it, he hated this lilypad, he hated everything that there was here, he had no powers, none he was trapped and so he was going to have to try and escape, get out of this pond, this garden and try and find, someone, anyone at all that can help him!

“Oh, there you are!” – a pale hand with long, elegant digits grabbed his green body gently; lifting him up from the green leave of the water lily; he was almost invisible there - “I have almost not noticed you on that leave. You’re so green now.” – still holding him in a way that prevented him from jumping, or running away from her, she moved him closer to her face. Two bright blue eyes were looking at him with curiosity and some amusement. And some sympathy. Nunnally was not sure what she thought about this whole affair. Certainly, she wouldn't let him get hurt. But a part of her remembered all he did, all he did to her, and that part was rather glad about the current development. In a way, he was getting what he deserved. Not that she wanted him to always remain the frog. Oh no, she would miss him too much. His golden eyes, his silver hair, his gentle (but clumsy) hands.

Right, his hands were not always gentle, she reminded herself again taking some odd pleasure in how hopeless he looked on her palm.

“Naughty frog.” – she cooed – “Were you trying to escape from me?” – she wondered what was now going on in that cute green head of his.

“Hmmm…” – she hummed – “Don’t try to kick with that tiny legs of yours, it will not help you.” – she stood up carrying him gently towards the palace. She was truly enjoying herself.

“Oh, what a cute frog you are. I wish you could talk.” – she laughed – “Although probably I should not be wishing for that. Seeing you but not hearing you it’s not such a bad thing.”

As she was walking through the beautiful gardens, both of them were wandering across not so long ago, she hoped his punishment would not last too long. Though when he is back in his human form (and she never doubted he would) he’s be so difficult for some. She could almost hear his complaints about his rights being violated. She hummed again and restrained herself from mocking him. The most powerful man in the world being turned into a frog. Although Nunnally said nothing, she could not help herself but to let out a small laugh: --

“Are you hungry? I am sure we’ll find something you like. What do frogs eat?” – she was teasing him – “Flies? Or slugs? I am sure we’ll be able to find you something to your liking.” – she patted his little head – “But perhaps you’ll still prefer some human food?” – she asked not expecting any reply – “I would put to into my pocket so that you could enjoy this little trip more.” – she continued sighing – “But I know you. So, I won’t.”

She was sure he was furious. Fuming inside that green body of his. Good that frogs could not bite. When she finally reached her chambers, she sat down at the desk and put him gently in front of her.

“There’s no need to be so annoyed, Regulus. But I understand. It is hard to be green.”  

@fallesto