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theboywithburninghands · 4 months ago

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Dark Souls I Covenant Alignments

I realized that the 9 covenants in the first Dark Souls game fit pretty nicely into the 9 alignments of Dungeons and Dragons. I think I actually saw the idea from the videos that Codemanster0 made on the covenants ages ago, but I disagreed with a few of his placements and wanted to give my own spin on things. So I figured I’d break down which one goes where, and why. Obviously, this isn’t gospel, as the morals in these games are vague and complex, and if you disagree, I’d be more than happy to hear your points. It’s all for fun anyway.

Spoilers for Dark Souls ahead!

Lawful Good: Princess’s Guard

For a given definition of “good” given how Gwynevere’s dad is a back-stabbing, paranoid monster, plus her illusion is just something made by her younger brother Gwyndolin to trick Undead into following the Chosen Undead lie. But The Princess Guard doesn’t go out of their way to bother anyone else unless they’re intruding on a very private sanctum in a city that’s tantamount to The Vatican. They help each other out with healing magic and, as far as I know, Gwynevere never did anything to hurt the masses (that we know of) and was pretty well-liked by everyone. A code of ethics and an overall pretty benevolent leader (or once benevolent? Maybe?) make them the best choice for Lawful Good.

Neutral Good: The Way of White

These guys could also qualify for Lawful Good, since lorewise, they take it upon themselves to escort maidens that are sent on holy pilgrimages through dangerous areas (unless you’re a spineless cretin like Petrus), and also serve a pretty rigid orthodoxy. Where the Neutral part comes in is that many players in The Way of White are just starting out on their journeys and want to be pointed in the right direction by other, more experienced players, and The Way of White helps with that, keeping invaders out while making it a bit easier to summon similarly aligned characters for assistance. The want to go one’s own way, while quietly keeping out of trouble whenever possible is why The Way of White lands in Neutral Good.

Chaotic Good: Warriors of Sunlight

These guys are here to help, and can often prove to be a beacon of hope in troubled times. But they also go where they want, help who they want and often don’t stick around in one place for long. They got their own quests to take care of, after all. They’re definitely the good guys, and probably the most outwardly supportive of the nine covenants, but they’re free spirits, and thus Chaotic Good.

Lawful Neutral: Blades of The Darkmoon

They have a duty, and that’s to hunt down sinners. It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about Lord Umbra-omni the Blood Drinker who kills people for sport and pleasure, or someone that got booted from their covenant for breaking a rule by mistake, if you sin, you need to be punished. But if you keep your nose clean, they’ve got no reason to come after you, and might wind up being your lifeline if someone really nasty comes for you. Even if their leader is holding up a regime that is slowly killing the world, Gwyndolin doesn’t know any better, as his dad’s beliefs were beaten into his head from childhood, and overall, a covenant that’s specifically made to punish people who do wrong is a pretty upstanding thing to create. So the Blades land in Lawful Neutral.

True Neutral: Path of The Dragon

About as neutral as you can get, really. People in this covenant aim to strengthen themselves through 1 on 1 combat. And unlike some of the evil covenants, you need to actively summon them if you want to fight, so they won’t show up out of nowhere to kick your ass and take your stuff. Their morals are all about them getting stronger in order to become immortal, and they better themselves, for whatever reason they might have, in a fair and honorable way. True Neutral.

Chaotic Neutral: Chaos Servants

No, I didn’t just pick this covenant for Chaotic Neutral just because of their name. Their goal is pretty noble, gathering humanity for The Fair Lady to ease her pain. This can be done the normal way, by collecting it, beating bosses, stopping/challenging invaders etcetera. But on the other hand. Hey. You have humanity. Hand it over. Look at Kirk, he disguised himself as a Darkwraith simply because they had better humanity-gathering equipment, and he is a determined son of a bitch, invading you up to three times for some of that tasty humanity. The other thing that is quite chaotic about this faction is the whole… egg thing. Sure, a player can’t get another player sick with egg parasites, but all those worshippers very much can, and some of them are hostile regardless of your affiliation. The fact that there’s no real moral boundaries in how you get humanity, plus the fact that being near some of these guys could be enough to get you sick, lands them in Chaotic Neutral.

Lawful Evil: Forest Hunters

These guys were tricky, and honestly I think there’s a case for putting The Princess Guard or Way of White here instead since their leaders are so manipulative, but I think The Hunters fit here for a number of reasons. Unlike the Princess Guard, who are in an extremely difficult to reach hidden city you have to very definitely trespass in on purpose, these guys have their territory as part of The Darkroot Forest, which any shlub can wander into, and they rip any trespasser to pieces. Hell, unless you really know what you’re doing to get around them, you’re sure to run afoul of these guys without even meaning to before you even get the chance to pledge yourself to them. Sure, there is the fact that they’re guarding Artorius’s grave from robbers, which is pretty noble, but their leader Alvina doesn’t even seem to care much for Artorius, flatly telling people his legend is a lie (which is true, she was there) and not seeming to care all that much if you kill Sif and loot Artorius’s ring. I always got the impression Alvina just didn’t like humans all that much, and used this covenant as an excuse to keep the forest free of any human that didn’t promise to fight for her. The fact that they look out for one another and only guard one particular area makes them Lawful, but their general disregard for human life and the “stab first, ask questions later” mentality makes them rather Evil in my eyes.

Neutral Evil: Darkwraiths

These guys are bad news, plain and simple. They want humanity, and will kill anyone for it. They dress like grim reaper knights and will ambush people just about anywhere. Their leader, Kaathe, raises some good points if you manage to speak to him. Gwyn is a massive coward that messed up the entire world because he didn’t want give up his power, and is using you, the player, as another piece of wood to throw on a fire that should have gone out ages ago. But, this is Dark Souls, so Kaathe is also responsible for probably the single most dangerous being in the story, Manus, going berserk and spreading The Abyss throughout the world, as well as teaching humans how to basically eat each other’s souls in order to become even stronger, all to force an Age of Dark. Darkwraiths’ wanton stalking and killing of people to boost their own abilities puts them squarely in Neutral Evil.

Chaotic Evil: Gravelord Servants

It’s their goal to spread death, and they take it with them wherever they go. Just by being in someone else’s world, more dangerous creatures pop up, so there’s a better chance of death. If we wanted to be a bit more speculative, it probably also means that everyone else in that world is plagued with misery as well. Imagine you’re a hollow soldier milling around in Undead Burg, when all of a sudden bright red and incredibly tough animals and ghosts popped up and started attacking people, it would be pandemonium. Nito’s motivations are quite vague apart from creating more dead people to serve in his army, but his creepy silence as a covenant leader makes him feel more like an unfeeling, uncaring force rather than any kind of personality. Morality is pointless, go and KILL. Chaotic Evil.

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wornlilac · 6 months ago

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btw if u fuck with her forest or animals or ANYTHING in her home, ur cursed for life :/ thems the rules :/

#･ﾟ✧ ﹙ — ooc. ﹚#･ﾟ✧ ﹙ — hc. ﹚#( u chop a tree? ur getting the green knight treatment )#( i mean the hunter said there's no game in the forest which is true )#( but they can still be killed if ur just an asshole who doesnt listen )#( u just get a worse fate in return until u apologize by doing a rlly impossible task or smth )#( fairytale rules )

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ursawood · 7 months ago

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updated catalogue of my fromsoft freaks

#left 2 right: death sorcerer robyrte / mad confessor randice / sanguine perfumer alanis / primeval sorcerer caelestis #forest hunter lucretia / outrider knight deryn #txt #elden ring #dark souls

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steventureau · 10 months ago

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"Whibayganba

Whibayganba is a place of cultural significance within the local landscape of Mulubinba.

Whibayganba was an island. Its beginnings and traditions a complex cultural narrative. Stories originating from a past where ancestral beings created Country, and shaped the law and relations between all living things. Their memories are retained, etched, and spoken of in Country, a legacy that links the Dreamtime with the present.

Local lore tells of a great kangaroo concealed in the island who would thump his tail causing earthquakes.

The island was originally a closed off site, surrounded by rocks and turbulent waters. The strong gale force of the winds that batter the island enabled this place to be a suitable refuge to confine a giant kangaroo. The kangaroo remained hidden in Whibayganba.

In 1855 the top of the island was lopped off by the English, and in 1846 they had completed the construction of a breakwater that was started in 1818. The breakwater attached the island to the mainland creating open access to Whibayganba, access that had been denied for thousands of years.

The alterations are against Aboriginal principles of respecting country, maintaining balance and equilibrium and ensuring protections and conservation of sacred places."

'That's a sad story.' I thought, surely one of many very familiar ones around the country.

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elodieunderglass · 3 months ago

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And one amang, an Iyrysch man,

Uppone his hoby swyftly ran…

WAIT HANG ON - slamming the brakes on drawing this stupid picture - do you nerds even KNOW the etymology of the word “hobby”? The thing you do for pleasure? The thing you have too many of? The thing you spend too much money on and share with your friends? The thing tumblr probably is to you? Those hobbies?

It comes from a now-kind-of-extinct breed of Irish pony-horse. It was called the Irish Hobby. Supposedly the hobby got its name from the Gaelic word obann, or swift. They definitely were. They’d obann your pants clean off.

Fast tough little bastards, built for rough terrain and renowned for their speed and stamina, hobby horses belonged to the Celts, and their highly annoying style of mounted warfare. but their conquerors liked hobby horses a lot, kept them, used them for themselves, and found them useful enough, despite the fact that they also had famously useful things like mounted knights or horse archers. A lightweight Irish warrior, mounted on a hobby horse, was called a hobelar.

Reportedly and in depictions, hobelars rode without stirrups. Or saddles. Or bridles. Or - well - this is all sounding very improbable, because the hobelars COULDNT have just been charging around basically bare-assed on naked ponies, screaming, and somehow in the process undoing the composure of actual mounted armoured knights. Knights who, I remind you, had stirrups. Stirrups are useful! It’s quite likely the hobelars had some gear. And clothes. and weapons. And the ponies probably had some tack - I am picturing a bellyband that you could at least hang a saddlebag on, and a neck rope for catching the bloody thing, even if not a saddle. But the overall impression, somehow created by people on darling little ponies, was apparently quite striking and fearful.

I mean. God Forbid People Have Hobbies.

Anyway after a while, whatever people became the British had eventually conquered all of the rough terrain that hobbies were best at, and horse archers just got sexier, and mounted knights became aristos, and all the bog and forest people had been subdued, so it was time to sunset the hobelars. but WAIT! Hobby horses are still tremendously fun and appealing! They’re so fast! and you can ride them without a saddle! Sure, they’re not up to the weight of a mounted knight, or indeed a lot of guys… but surely we can still find a use for a hobby or two? In the back garden? Somewhere?

At which point an English king decided to keep hobby horses just for fun. No military application. No further development of the technology. Not for fun. Just as expensive, pleasurable, pets. Just for the joy of the thing.

And that is how hobby (activity done purely for pleasure) comes from hobby horse (small horse) possibly from obann (swift.) they’re very interesting and you should look all this up for yourself! because it sure sounds like Elodie doing a bit, doesn’t it?

Today, Irish Hobbies are functionally nonexistent. References for drawing include the Kerry Bog Pony, the Connemara, and (I personally think) Dartmoors and Exmoors. They’re said to have lent their speed to the Irish Hunter/Sport Horse and from there to the Thoroughbred, but every damn horse in the world claims relation to the Thoroughbred, and they can’t be THAT thoroughly bred.

At any rate - you can never have enough hobbies. Just be glad that yours aren’t expensive beasts with minds of their own, eating their heads off in the pasture! …Unless they are. In which case, you’re part of a proud tradition.

#Killie #this is Killie’s ancestor who occasionally turns up in hallucinations with various ghost horses #like all elements of magical realism in the killieverse he does absolutely NOTHING useful.#your ancestor is neither proud of you nor disappointed in you. he’s riding alongside explaining some thoughts he had at breakfast #performing weird fuckin feats of equitation outside the window while you’re trying to sit through school or waiting in the queue at Greggs #if you wake up in a hospital bed in a bleary moment before consciousness he’s perched next to you chattering complete fucking nonsense #about. like. the stupidest stuff. like he’s just free-associating his thoughts based on a pattern in the ceiling tiles. incredibly annoying #his dialect just close enough to Irish that you can pick out a few words here and there #enough to tell that it’s complete nonsense. but also he’ll just say things like BASED. (possibly he is also visiting miles?)#and occasionally he points out that he did everything you do in your job but barefoot. no stirrups. in the snow. uphill both ways.#which is quite hard to do in a bog since they’re notably quite distinctively flat usually so sometimes he’d have to find a hill and ride up #and down it a few times just to build character. no saddle no bridle no shoes and the Romans were there maybe - and when you object to that #thinking there seems to be a lot of collision of timelines and historical accuracy - he doesn’t speak Irish suddenly . and why would he.#anyway he doesn’t exist and never did. but he’s fun #occasionally turns up to ride alongside you in a race apparently just to prove he can keep up with modern breeds #usually he can surprisingly well but tbf his horse is a ghost. and when he can’t he says well. I’m not a professional like you.#this. is just my hobby. ahahahahahahahahahshahahahahasha #and with that I get back on my hobby horse and ride away

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 4 months ago

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Hunter! Simon Riley with bunny hybrid Reader

Simon retired from the military and one of the benefits he'd received was getting hybrid. Hybrids were humans with animalistic qualities and instincts. It's unknown where they came from but the general consensus is that they're evolved or mutated humans.

Still, though, hybrids aren't given the same rights as people, many seeing them as subhuman. Hybrids, men and women, were used as companions (pets) and fulfilling sexual desires.

Simon never thought of that or considered getting a hybrid but he was given one anyway. It was mainly to help Simon cope and adjust to civilian life and release pent-up desires. However, Simon wasn't going to do that-- not the sexual desires part, given his past. He would still like the company the hybrid would give.

A bunny hybrid. That was the type of hybrid Simon was assigned and given. Bunny hybrids were rare and often sought after by many. They're submissive and soft plus incredibly horny during their heat.

XXX

You were assigned to one Simon Riley, offer him company and if needed, sexual relief. When you first met the man, you were intimidated and scared, given how bulky Simon was and how his aura was. You heard he was a cold-blooded killer on the field and didn't hold back.

You expected Simon to be rough and lay his hands on you... like how they did with you. However, Simon proved you wrong. When he took you back to his place, he didn't lay his hands on you. Instead, he just wanted to cuddle with him.

That's it.

That's how it was for the first few months. Simon never laid his hands on you, only wanting comfort and casual conversation. The strong defenses Simon put up were slowly coming down as he opened more about himself and you did the same.

Both of you felt something. It was taboo for a hybrid and a human to fall in love and be together, but you both didn't care. It was then you warned Simon about your heat and how you wanted to share that with him.

Simon was skeptical and questioned if that's what you truly want. You reaffirmed your stance, giving Simon a peck on the cheek.

XXX

Hunter! Simon was lurking through the forest. It's bunny season! Especially bunny hybrid's heat season. He's heard one was around this part of the forest. His eyes scanned the area before laying them on your figure. Your floppy ear sticking up and your cute cotton tail twitching.

Target acquired. Despite the clothing he was wearing, Simon slowly and quietly approached the bunny hybrid. His cock was throbbing in his pants as he imagined the things he'd do. Being in a reasonable difference, Simon launched himself and pinned the bunny hybrid.

"T's my lucky day. Have a bunny all to myself." Hunter! Simon groaned as he hastily unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out. He spread your cheeks apart to show your slick insides. Globs of the thick substances dripped out as he positioned his cock at your hole.

Hunter! Simon figured you didn't need prep due to your slickness being enough (And because you told him) and rammed his cock all the way inside. The forest was filled with moans and cries of pleasure as Simon fucked your hot insides.

Hunter! Simon hasn't experienced anything like this in a long time. You were so tight and wet, perfect conditions for him. He could see your cute cock flopping with each thrust. A string of precum oozed from the tip as Simon wrapped his hand around it and stroked it with rhythm.

Hunter! Simon didn't last long as he spurted thick ropes of cum inside your ass. He bellowed as he squeezed your cock. The stimulation was enough to make you cum. "Was that good, luv?" Simon rasped as he calmed down.

You nodded eagerly but continued to use Simon's cock. You didn't care that he came already-- your heat was in full swing.

Fuck like bunnies. This was gonna be the same for a while.

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faithschaffer · 2 years ago

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The prompt list is here! This year's prompts are themed around the wielder- who uses the sword?

I hope this list proves inspirational for those who design swords exclusively and those who may want to design a character along with a sword. Also please remember you do NOT have to use my prompts, they are just here if you want to use them. Have fun!

The list written out:

1-Witch

2-Wizard

3-Rogue

4-Dragonslayer

5-Spymaster

6-Knight errant

7-Oracle

8-Jester

9- Royal Hunt Leader

10-Healer

11-Queen

12-King

13-Royal heir

14-Royal guard

15-Enchanter

16-River spirit

17-Forest spirit

18-Bard

19-Alchemist

20-Summoner

21-Mermaid

22-Vampire

23-Vampire Hunter

24-Barbarian

25-Inquisitor

26-Artificer

27-Assassin

28-Druid

29-Paladin

30-Necromancer

#swordtember #swordtember2023

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rukafais · 1 month ago

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"Nameless knight that roams the ancient forests, a silent guardian and merciless hunter. It is said that the desperate asked for its aid by offering their own blood for its sword to drink.

If the stories of it are true, it is thousands of years old."

#rukart #knights #i haven't done a proper design in so long....shaking the rust off #using a knight prompt list for this one

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heliosunny · 4 months ago

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Phainon'

♔Prince x Wizard -In a misty forest, a wizard saves the life of Phainon - the crown prince. Despite the wizard's efforts to remain hidden, Phainon becomes obsessed with finding them, eventually tracking them down.

♔No Escape -You, once a struggling student at a prestigious academy, is relentlessly pursued by Phainon. Despite the attempts to build a peaceful life in a remote village, Phainon's determination to claim you leads to destruction.

♔Distant childhood friend -Phainon, your once-close childhood friend, becomes popular due to his charming nature, prompting you to quietly step back and form new friendships. When Phainon notices you growing closer to others, he goes to extreme lengths to reclaim you back into his life.

♔Wedding disruption -“PRINCE PHAINON CHEATED ON YOU!! HE SLEPT WITH YOUR SISTER!”

♔Noble lady and her knight -An obsessive lady and her knight, what can go wrong?

♔VampireAU -In a world where Phainon, your childhood friend, hides his nature as a vampire, his obsession with you grows as he protects you from the dangers of his world.

♔The Prince and his dragon-shifter partner -A dragon kidnaps prince Phainon for ransom, only to discover he is far more dangerous and cunning than anticipated.

♔Entwined Realities -Trapped in a reality where the game’s rules bind you, you must navigate the chilling consequences of your actions while Phainon’s obsession deepens, leaving you with no clear path to freedom.

♔Secret Admirer -The kingdom’s elite hero, Phainon, becomes dangerously obsessed with you, a humble blacksmith worker, after noticing your admiration for his fellow Mydei.

♔A promise with a Fae -A childhood promise to a fae named Phainon comes back to haunt you when you return to your grandmother’s village, as he seeks to enforce the vow you made long ago.

♔Getting his own elf -A relentless warrior becomes fixated on a powerful elf, determined to harness their magic for his own ambitions.

♔Demon King -Desperate to save your dying sibling, you strike a deal with the Demon King Phainon, trading your freedom for their life.

♔Elf Phainon -You are a bounty hunter in need of money, so you take on various requests. Somehow you accidentally kidnap the wrong target, but instead of being angry, he seems intrigued by you.

♔Crown Prince -A noblewoman, the second daughter of a prestigious duke, crosses paths with Crown Prince Phainon. Intrigued by her rare perspective and presence, Phainon becomes captivated, ensuring their paths cross again.

♔His assistant -After being isekai’d into a game where players explore intergalactic civilizations and fight cosmic threats, you awaken in the city of Amphoreus as the assistant to Phainon.

♔Redemption -You once loved Phainon deeply, but his indifference led you to give up and move on, leaving him unnoticed. Now, as you no longer seek him, Phainon finds himself chasing after you.

♔Meant to be yours -Phainon, a seemingly charming individual, becomes dangerously obsessed with you, eliminating anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship.

♔His clumsy crush -You repeatedly try to catch the attention of Phainon, but your efforts always fail due to his fanclub or your own mishaps. Unbeknownst to you, Phainon has been quietly observing your attempts with amusement and growing interest.

♔Merman Phainon -You- a humble villager, discover that Phainon, the charming and enigmatic man you’ve grown close to, is actually a merman with a dangerous, possessive side.

♔Capture the siren -A relentless monster hunter, becomes dangerously obsessed with you, a siren who initially sees him as just another human prey.

♔Just like him -Phainon, a wandering warrior, becomes the object of your obsession as you see him as a replacement for Kevin, the man you lost.

♔Prince"Charming" -A jaded prince becomes fascinated by a noblewoman who refuses to play by the rules of his courtly games. Will it simply be a love story?

♔Ctrl U -A skilled programmer meets someone who’s into them. As their coding world and romance blossom, what takes priority—love or code?

♔Coronal Radiance -Phainon is trapped in a relentless loop, forced to watch his lover die again and again. Even after escaping the cycle, the scars remain. But how far will this desperation go?

Last update: 02/07/2025

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dworkism · 30 days ago

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knightly duties. ᯓ knight!katsuki bakugou.

beyond the walls of the kingdom, enemies lurked in the dark. hunters, assasins, faes. and it was katsuki's duty to protect the kingdom. protect the kingdom. not the enemy.

pairings: knight!katsuki b. x fae!reader

cw / notes : fem!reader, possible cursing, possible ooc.

➤ masterlist!

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Way beyond hills and mountains, a kingdom stood. Busy and bustling, lively with all chatters that sang along with the birds. Children running around with cheers in their voices, shouts of haggling prices along the markets, and even carriages galloping about the streets.

All amongst that, melodies of swords clanging to each other, Katsuki stood by a wooden dummy, his brows collecting sweat as he grunted with every swing of his sword.

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Run.

Run!!

Legs, don’t fail me now.

Your breaths caught by your throat. The wound in your stomach screamed for you to stop but you can’t. You mustn’t, not when a hunter is still by your tail, relentless. Branches crushed beneath your feet, prickling your step as you ran and ran. They’re still there. You can still smell the smoke from their cigarettes, the metal embellishments from their shoes clinking behind you, running. Faster, faster!

Cheeks wet and sticky from your tears, your throat felt slimy from keeping all your sobs quiet. Every step seemed to only make your injury feel worse and worse. Gods, hear me now…

“C’mon, pretty fae!!” They guffawed, their voices seemed a bit further. “Those wings of yours can be a real fortune to us!”

Another step, another one, you must keep up. Or else they will.

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Katsuki had a soft grumble on his face, the chatters of his fellow knights echoing behind him, blending into the forest’s hum of leaves. He huffed.

This is a waste of my time. He thought.

What good was hunting down illegal poachers in broad daylight anyway? Those poachers probably had memorized the knights’ schedules of patrolling in the woods. He’ll find nothing, nothing at all except for critters and—

Crack!

He paused. Crimson eyes narrowing in suspicion, then he shrugged.

A mouse, perhaps.

The blonde knight’s armor rang softly as he walked again, his hand now perched lazily on the hilt of his sword as he glanced from side to side, scanning the forest.

But now his breath echoed. With every breath he took, the forest seemed to say the same. The chatters of his lads now had died behind him, leaving only him and the fallen leaves on the forest floors. Katsuki paused once more, his scowl stood strong on his face, brows stitched together as his eyes darted to the left and to the right.

Again. His breath echoed again.

No.

Someone—or something—is here, too.

Then his eyes snapped awake. Just now he realized; the branches are torn, leaves dragged to one direction, maroon blood drops scattered all over the trees, dragged there, or even a small splatter.

He slowed his breaths. Quieter.

Then he heard it. Your breaths.

Quick, panicked, pained.

Small whimpers of pain registered in his ears as he slowly walked closer, his hand gripping his sword tight.

With a swift motion, Katsuki’s legs stepped to the wounded creature’s side, his sword pulled up slightly as he eyed the figure that lay now on the ground.

Slowly, his face twisted to disgust. Almost as if reluctant, he spat. “Fae.”

The one beneath his chin now panted helplessly. Your arm stretched out to him, silently begging him to spare your life, with eyes wide in terror, while your other hand clutched your wound, your dried blood trickling down your trembling fingers.

“P-please, human, I—”

“Silence.” He spat, a hum of a sword slashed through the air as he pointed its eye to your chin. “Wicked creature.”

Your breath hitched, the faint buzz of headache already gnawing by the back of your head as you swallowed your spit. “I..I mean no harm…spare me, I beg of you,” you croaked, albeit barely.

“Nonsense.” Said Katsuki, scoffing with a bitter smirk on his face. “Your kind brings nothing but trouble.”

With a small sigh, you frowned at him, dropping your outstretched arm to your side as you shuffled yourself close to the tree, letting your back lean against it. Your breaths stayed heavy, and it continued to be heavier. Perhaps it’s from the running.

Or maybe you were dying.

The arrow stayed persistent there, lunged into your stomach and every little movement seemed to make the blade of its head slit deeper into your body. Your stomach feels hot from the blood rushing out, and your eyes are seeing twins of the human before you.

So you drifted your gaze away from his piercing eyes. Letting the sun gently caress your skin as you looked at the rays of warmth that fell between the leaves.

“If that…”

“If that is what you believe,” Your voice came thin, cracked. “Then please…make it quick.”

But he faltered.

Of course Katsuki had nothing but hatred for enemies of the kingdom. After eight years of trudging through the muddy floors of the knights’ barracks, his brain had memorized that awful song those knights always sing, his blood had echoed the slogan of the kingdom knights. All his life was taught to protect and to act fast,

to never show mercy to the enemies.

But most of all, Katsuki was never told to murder carelessly.

A voice in his heart told him to just kill you. Slash your neck and it’ll be the right thing. He’s a knight. He’d be praised for successfully killing a fae.

Yet he didn’t. His sword stayed still, perched by the end of your chin.

Screw this. He thought.

So he lowered his sword, the metal sang as he sheathed it back. Katsuki grunted as he looked away with shame in his eyes.

“You’re hurt.” He muttered, and you nodded.

“Yes. Yes I am,”

His eyes met your figure again.

“Are you…able to stand, or walk?”

You shook your head slowly, stopping as your vision blurred again. “No,” your voice said quietly. “My head… it spins when I try to,”

He huffed softly, then a groan escaped his lips as if he was asked to clean the horse stables.

“To hell with this..” Hissed Katsuki with a scowl.

His hand slowly slid under your knee, the other gently braced your back as he slowly rose to his feet, eyeing you down with those angry eyes.

“The watchtower is not a far walk from here.” He grumbled to you, “I’ll tend to your wounds there. But you must stay quiet. Understood?”

You froze for a moment—you have been since the moment he braced you up into his arms. It’s hard to say, should you be thankful? Should you be scared? He’s a human after all, must you trust him this easily?

So you stared at him for a moment as he spoke, eyes wide with disbelief and confusion.

But then a small flash of sympathy and… something else passed by his eyes. And at that you smiled.

“Thank you, human.” Your smile bloomed, though it quivers.

“Just don’t make too much noise.” Katsuki’s steps slowly bounced you by his arms, “And it’s Katsuki. Not—human.”

The watchtower wasn’t far from the town—though still inside of the woods. It stood tall from the trees, with vines trying to catch up to it, reaching for the roof. The stone walls had grown green, some walls had holes to peek through. Katsuki placed you gently on the top floor, with fabrics lazily dropped to the floor for you to rest on.

Water softly dripped from the roof, spider webs lined the wooden frames, dust gathering by it.

“You’ll be safe here,” He said, hands already gripping a cloth tight to rip it. “As long as you don’t make a sound. Understand?” The cloth cried out as he tore it, carefully pressing it onto your wound. It earned a small whimper from you while you nodded.

“Forgive me,” He whispered, wrapping the cloth around your wound to tie it tight.

He looked at it for a moment before lifting his gaze back to your face, “If— and only if anyone does come here,” Katsuki raised his finger. “You scream. Loud as you can, make it sound like a witch… or something.”

Your lips curled to a small chuckle, half-lidded eyes searching for light to see his figure. “A witch?”

“Yes.” He deadpanned. “..And don’t go singin’ songs or—whatever you things do.”

“What if… I need to search for food?” You tilted your head, “I’ll need to go out, no?”

The knight’s lips stayed pursed as he furrowed his brows deeper. “I’ll bring you it.”

A small giggle was what you replied with before you slipped a small “Alright.”

With a small huff, he stood up. His armor clinked softly as he walked to the stairs once more, before he turned around. “And don’t complain.” He added before vanishing down the stairs, leaving the watchtower’s empty space to stretch wide with quietness.

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This is strange. Unlikely. He’s not usually this way.

Eijiro had seen it. The way his fellow knight had been looking into the shadows before he slipped a bread into his small satchel, how he’d slip out of the barracks in the dark of night, when he was always the one who insisted a strict schedule was important.

At first, Eijiro had only guessed the blonde had finally found a woman who would tolerate all his scowls.

But no.

Who—in their right mind—would go into the woods with the night not seeping any light but the moon’s? The villagers had always feared the woods, children taught to never go there once the sun had bid its goodbye.

And now—Katsuki.

A knight known for his sharp movements and eyes that darted faster than a train, is suddenly going there, at night? Alone?

“Something’s not addin’ up.” Eijiro muttered as he munched on his bread, his head fixed on the scowl-faced knight.

“The rations always get smaller when ya slack off, Eij.” Denki snickered, nudging Hanta for approval, earning a small chuckle from the ravenette. The redhead clicked his tongue, “It ain’t that.” He hissed in annoyance, turning his head to face the two in front of him. “Katsuki— he ain’t actin’ right.”

Denki waved his spoon to the air, drawing out his noise. “Man’s probably found himself a woman, Eij.” The knight smiled happily, gesturing to Katsuki. “Ah, young love..” He hummed, leaning himself to Hanta’s shoulder dramatically before he got pushed off with a mock whine from the taller one.

“Den’s right, Red. He’s a fine one after all,” Hanta shrugged, sipping his last spoonful of soup, stuffing the bread into his mouth along with it. “Women had lined up for him even since we were still squires.” He added.

That’s not it. Eijiro thought.

No, Katsuki’s all but silent about his love. He is all but suspicious. He’d seen him smitten. And this—this isn’t it.

Deciding it wasn’t something to drop, Eijiro now found himself cloaked, hiding by the kitchen wall as Katsuki seemed to slip something into his satchel—again. He slipped an apple inside, a bread, a single slice of pie, and even a small block of cheese he said he hated. With slow steps, Katsuki made his way out the barracks, clutching his satchel close to his hip while he made his way to the woods.

Eijiro wasn’t proud of himself, no. But he just had to know.

What if his best mate was being used? What if he was in trouble?

So he followed him out, his steps—he memorized it, at every five steps, Katsuki’s figure paused his steps, watching his back to see if anyone followed him, and Eijiro slipped past into the shadows quickly to escape his gaze.

A trail had even formed in the grass from Katsuki’s consistent steps and visits. He’d been taking the same route—over and over again.

Eijiro waited until Katsuki seemed to enter something before he followed him further into the woods.

That’s when he saw it.

The watchtower. Tall, looming way beyond him, vines as if swinging their hands, telling him to go back. And Eijiro had to gulp back his frown, forcing himself to calm down. The watchtower children had cried back to their parents, saying they saw ghosts inside, the watchtower that’s been abandoned for years, now had a faint hue of candlelight by its window from Katsuki’s lantern.

Thank the gods Katsuki’s hand didn’t pull the door far enough to close. Eijiro easily slipped inside, the leather bottoms of his shoes softly padded up the stairs, and his ears picked up small giggles of a woman, followed by Katsuki’s gentle—gentle voice replying something.

“Katsuki, you’ve brought too much.” You chided with a small chuckle, your finger carefully tore the bread apart. “Your friends might think you’ve grown greedy.”

Katsuki dismissed your statement with a scoff, “No, they do not know I come here.” He waved off.

As he peeked his head before the floor, Eijiro’s heart froze.

The faint glimmer of moonlight echoing from your wings, your ears reaching out further, your fanged smile.

A fae.

Katsuki Bakugou.

Had been keeping a fae.

Eijiro didn’t think. His sword slashed to your chin in the blink of an eye, even before Katsuki could hear his breath. “You traitor!!�� He roared, his sword still on your neck as he looked Katsuki's way. “You—Unchivalrous bastard!!!”

“Eijiro put that down.” Katsuki commanded back, struggling to keep his voice leveled.

“No!!” Eijiro scowled. “How could you?! After—after what they did!!” His voice cracked with betrayal, an edge of disbelief lacing his face as he edged the sword closer to your neck, making your breath hitch.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. His blade was still too close. But your eyes stayed wide, pleading at Katsuki to do something—anything.

“Eijiro she means no harm–”

“Bullshit! Katsuki you know better than this!!” He gritted his teeth, one arm stretched out to keep Katsuki away from him, the other still keeping the blade by your neck.

“Wake up, Katsuki!! These–... things are evil creatures!! Wicked!!—how are you—!”

“I found her helpless by the forest floor, Eijiro!! Dying!” Katsuki bit back, “I wasn’t leaving a life to die!”

The red one scoffed, barking a bitter laugh. “Well maybe you should have!!”

“Get away, this instant!!” Katsuki shouted, shoving Eijiro’s chest harshly to the side as he rushed to you. His scowl immediately softened to a small worried look as he lifted your chin, scanning your neck of any injuries. The hands that would tear a sword through a fae’s stomach—now gently brushed his thumb over a small graze on where the sword had laid before.

“Are you alright?” Gently, he asked, bringing your eyes to look at him once more. A faint nod was what you managed, your hands slowly gripped at his tunic. “Are you alright?” He repeated.

“Yes, Katsuki.” Your voice came out as a breath, nodding once more.

Eijiro’s lips quirked up in a scoff, his grin bitter with unacceptance. “You’ve been charmed. That’s what you are, Katsuki.” He mocked, swinging his sword as he pointed to the blonde. “Soft. Weak!” Spat Eijiro.

“I saw our own mentors killed by these things. Crops died because of em!” He continued, betrayal swam deep in his voice. “And now you choose to be protectin’ them?!”

Katsuki—once stayed silent, tending to you—slowly rose to his feet. His brows stitched together, his already sharp crimson eyes shot deeper.

“You think I didn’t see them kill my mentor, Red?” His voice was low, not with anger—some sort of threat lingered in his tone. “I’ve killed her kind. Burned their wings, some even I cut down to sell.” He pointed to your way, eyes still fixed to Eijiro while his steps slowly neared Eijiro’s form.

The sword kissed Katsuki’s chest, that was when he stopped. “I’m not bein’ weak, Red.”

“You weren’t there.”

“You weren’t there when I saw her bloodied up from being hunted down.”

His finger jabbed slowly to Eijiro’s chest. “You didn’t see her beg me to spare. Her. Life.”

Then he paused. A small breath.

“I’m a knight, Eijiro.” Katsuki pointed to himself, “A knight. Ya hear me? Not a killer.”

“When someone begs me to live, I’ll let them live.”

“Screw chivalry if all it means to it is to kill.” Turning his heel back to face you, Katsuki settled back to your side.

Slowly, Eijiro’s sword found its way back into its sheath. He scoffed. This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

…And yet he agrees.

“Fine.” Eijiro muttered reluctantly, “...Know that you are committing treason, Katsuki.” He threatened, earning a glare from the said knight.

“If being human is treason, so be it.” He said lowly, his hands busy wrapping a blanket over your shoulders, leaning to the side as he made sure not to damage your delicate wings. “Go then,”

“Go, if you wish to report.” Katsuki glanced at Eijiro, who still stood by the stairs, his hands still trembling upon the hilt of his sword.

With a small shuffle, Eijiro huffed as he turned away, descending down to the spiraling stairs.

Your eyes followed the redhead’s descending figure before it flicked back to Katsuki, whose face still scrunched into a scoff as he tore a cloth to change the one wrapping your stomach.

“He’ll report you, Katsuki.” You warned him quietly, watching as he gently wiped down the blood lingering by your skin. “You must go back,”

“No.” He denied, wrapping the cloth to your waist, “I don’t care. I’m not doin’ anything wrong.”

“Yes you are!” You stopped his hands, your palm gently tilting his face up. “Katsuki, I ask of you to be wiser here, I am an enemy of this kingdom.” You pleaded.

“Your oath—”

“I know my oath.” Katsuki tore his face away, continuing to tie the cloth tight to your healing wound. “My oath is to protect those who are weak.”

“Not to kill those that did not do wrong.”

A sigh flew past your lips in resignation, his hands finished his ministrations, wiping his hands to his pants as he sat back to take a look at you.

“...You should have just let me die that day,”

His eyes immediately found yours, sharp—angry.

“Quiet.” Katsuki growled. “Do not say things like that.”

You looked at him like a mother looking at her mud-covered child. So persistent, so driven. Not even for a reward, he did this just because.

“...I am not your friend, Katsuki.”

“S’not like I need any,” He bluntly said, standing up to his feet.

“Rest. I’ll be back with food tomorrow.” He mumbled quietly, as he started descending to the stairs with a small shuffle to his steps.

“Katsuki..?”

His steps paused, you earned a small grunt from him in response.

“Thank you,”

“...There’s nothing to thank for.”

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