#musings;Faelen

[lunar-realms]

Casual reminder I fully subscribe to the "elves have droppy ears" when they're young headcannon and I 100% extend this idea to my demons who also have pointy ears.

Therefore; Faelen had droopy ears. Ian, Kuro, Shiro and Cerelia all had droopy ear tips.

(Have teenage Faelen with a bonus baby Ian in the upper left corner who just lost his first tooth)

[theshatteredrose]

The Necromancer’s Cauldron (Chapter 13 *Last*) - Etrian Odyssey 5 Fanfiction

AN: AHH, I did it! The final chapter! Thanks so much to everyone who read this story from beginning to end. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. And that you look forward to the next project I have installed. It should be fun indeed. Appreciated you all and hope you’ll wait expectantly for my next update. Until then, enjoy this last chapter of The Necromancer’s Cauldron~

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Chapter 13:

The labyrinth truly was a different place in the sunlight.

Drayce idly toyed with the bandages around his left arm as he looked around the clearing he had the unfortunate luck to be found captive in.

Now that he was able to better see his surroundings, the clearing was like any other he had previously encountered. It was open, lush with foliage and flora, with a cool pool of crystal-clear water. It would be an ideal location to sit and relax from exploration.

But the large black cauldron was an oddity.

It wasn’t alone either.

A brown blanket. Discarded dark robes. Broken podium. Shreds of coarse rope. A silver knife stained with blood. With his blood.

Everything Drayce endured last night was very real.

A hand resting on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. Drayce turned his head to the side, his gaze colliding with that of Blayke’s.

“You ok?” he asked him.

Drayce gave a small smile. “Yeah, I’m all right.”

Things were vastly different this time around. He wasn’t alone. Far from it. Blayke, Zohar, Caelem, Faelen, Kamali, and their guest Shashi. Mustn’t forget Nashoba and Theodore. He was surrounded by protective and concerned teammates.

Though, he had to admit that he was surprised that Ashton didn’t insist on joining them. Being the determine caretaker he was. Yet, Drayce was glad that he remained in town. For him to watch over the remaining members of his guild. They were still recovering, after all.

He had also hoped to see Kyrell again. To find him in the labyrinth. Sleeping, like how they first met. So that he could thank him for what he did for him last night. And to show Zohar that he wasn’t a threat. He couldn’t be a threat.

Drayce gave a small shake of his head. He would have to search for Kyrell sometime later. He had something important he needed to contend with first.

What should he do with the Blood Cauldron?

“The presence of this thing is truly vile,” Shashi murmured, his nose scrunched up in distain. His expression soon softened, however, as he turned to his brother. And with a raised hand, gently curled a strand of Kamali’s hair behind his ear. “You’re more sensitive than I, so stay back.”

Looking slightly pale, Kamali managed to give a small nod of his head. “Y-yes. Just try not to touch it.”

Shashi gave him a reassuring smile before his expression became stoic as he moved toward the cauldron to inspect it. As Shashi moved away, Faelen popped up by Kamali’s side and took a hold of his arm.

“I don’t like it either,” he said. “Maybe we should walk around and inspect the area.”

Kamali gave the sweet rover a small smile. “Yes, that would be preferable.”

“Don’t wander too far, ok?” Drayce couldn’t stop himself from being protective.

He received smiles from the two, Kamali’s polite and patient, while Faelen’s was innocent and cheerful. The pair, with Nashoba in tow, moved toward the natural walls of the clearing, perhaps choosing to stay close to the gentle greenery to take their minds off of the hideous relic located in the centre.

Blayke also watched the two wander off before he turned his attention back toward the cauldron. And a dark scowl immediately appeared on his face. “So, how are we getting this thing out of here?”

Good question.

“I could probably lift it,” Caelem mused aloud, but his ears soon folded atop of his head, an expression of unease gracing his features. “But…”

He didn’t want to touch it. Understandable. Drayce could still feel the cold, brutal metal under his hand from when he was thrown against it.

“It’s alright,” Drayce immediately soothed. “We’ll use an Ariadne Thread. That will take us, and the cauldron, back into town. We’ll have the guards do the dirty work. I think that would ease Egar’s apprehension, too.”

Truthfully, he couldn’t wait to get rid of the thing.

Yet, his strong treasure hunter blood wanted him to edge just a little bit closer. To get a proper look at the dreaded antique under the bright, comforting light of the sun.

With his cannon situated on his back and his shield left at home due to the injury to his arm, Drayce found himself edging closer. Close enough for him to give the menacing object an inspecting gaze.

It was still horrid to look at, yet nowhere near as frighting as it was under the cover of darkness. And in the hands of Nukpana.

He spent a moment watching as Shashi also investigated the cauldron. Moving closer than anyone else, but ensuring that he never physically touch it. And from the scowl on his slightly pale face, nothing he was seeing made him even remotely happy.

Drayce may have to call a quick end to their tentative investigation and get the cauldron back into the city. And somewhere it could be sealed and guarded.

As Shashi moved to inspect the other side of the cauldron, Drayce’s gaze fell toward the ground. Where a strange black substance tarnished the emerald, green grass.

Despite wincing, he ventured a few steps closer. To stare down at the strange site. It truly looked as though the grass has been seared from a violent flame. There was also a strange smell from the area. Not quite like that of burnt meat. It was an acidic smell.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Blayke moved to stand beside him, to also stare down at the ground. “This?”

Drayce eyes flickered over to the cauldron for a second before returning to that of the scorched grass. “That was the place Nukpana had stood. From the last time I saw him at least.”

“Nothing but a smear on the ground,” Blayke murmured. “That’s morbid as shit.”

Drayce had to agree. “Nukpana’s light blue skin was covered in markings. Proof of the laws he had broken.”

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. Those markings. He was literally covered with them. Each one a symbol of the laws he had broken. Hundreds of them, possibly. Sins that eventually cost him his immortal soul. His entire existence.

He still didn’t know what to think about that. Was that truly just?

A hand resting on his shoulder pulled Drayce from thoughts once more.

“Caelem and I will pick up the rest of the rubbish,” Blayke stated, leaving no room for argument. “You stay back.”

Drayce smiled. “Right, right. Let me know if you find an amulet, however.”

Everyone was feeling protective. It was no surprise. After everything that had happened, to him alone, the helplessness they felt during that time still affected them. They needed to do something. To somehow be a part of the situation once more.

Drayce could never take that away from them.

So, he stepped back, leaving his guildmates to take control of their mission. He spent a moment looking for his guildmates, noting that they were all within sight, easing his own worries. Yet Zohar stood alone, a contemplative look upon his face.

“Zohar?” Drayce said his name gently, with a slightly worried tone.

“I am fine,” he immediately replied, giving a small smile as he turned his head toward him. “I don’t wish to venture too close, however.”

“That’s fair.”

“Is your arm bothering you?”

Drayce looked down at his arm, realising that he had subconsciously pulled back the sleeve of his coat to idly toy with the bandages once more. “Sort of,” he admitted as he pulled down the sleeve. “It’s the memory of what happened that makes me wince. The knife is still here.”

That Book of Shadows, however, wasn’t.

He couldn’t help but wonder where it went. Did it hide itself somewhere in the labyrinth, like what the Radiant Moon of Compassion had done? Or had it fled to somewhere else? Rather, to someone else?

Who knows what that tome was capable of. And how many laws was broken to create it.

“There are many unwritten and unspoken rules of necromancy, isn’t there?” Drayce murmured.

“Yes,” Zohar answered. “Yet, they can be simplified by respecting the deceased.”

Respect in general, probably.

Zohar uttered a sigh suddenly. “It cannot be denied that there are many cruel and evil necromancers in this world.”

“There are those who are, unfortunately, greedy and power-obsessed, regardless of who or what they are,” Drayce added.

After all, Nukpana had followers. And they appeared Earthlain in appearance. Not necromancers. Anyone willing to do his bidding weren’t benign, soulful people by any stretch of the imagination.

Drayce’s comments brought a small smile to Zohar’s lips, and he gave a slow nod of his head. “That is very true.” His smile faded away a moment later as his face became sombre, gaze staring out at nothing in particular. “Truth be told, I find it difficult to interact with other necromancers. I feel that it may stem from the possibility that I was murdered by one.”

Drayce was unable to prevent a wince upon hearing the word ‘murdered’, his heart skipping a beat. “I’m sorry. You really don’t remember?”

Zohar shook his head. “No. I believe that is by design.”

Evil. Pure evil.

“How could anyone do that to you…?”

He hoped to find those responsible, one day. To ensure they face justice for their heinous act. If…Ravenous didn’t get to them first.

Zohar suddenly placed his hand against the small of Drayce’s back, pulling him from his musings. He tilted his head back to look up at him in curiosity, earning a small smile from the other in return.

“Come,” he suddenly urged, motion toward a quiet corner of the clearing. “Someone wishes to speak with you.”

“Huh?” Drayce uttered in puzzlement, but allowed Zohar to guide him toward the foliage, to the shades of the tall trees.

As they reached the shady alcove, Zohar kept one gentle hand against his back as he raised the other toward the shadows. Where a strange sparkle of light suddenly started to gather, slowly glowing brighter. And shimmering into two distinct forms. One with flawless armour, the other of regal clothes and long flowing hair.

Wait…Chevell and Diandre?

Their forms remained translucently soft, subtle, but still somehow distinct. Blue coils of mist, clearly of an ethereal origin.

Did Zohar summon them, or…?

Zohar’s hand slipped from his back to rest against the small of his back, allowing him to pull him close to his side as he leaned his head down to speak with him quietly. “Don’t be afraid. I will translate for you. They wish to thank you.”

Thank him? “But I didn’t do anything.”

“Diandre believes otherwise. Your pure blood broke the seal and broke his curse. He is free now. As is Chevell. They can finally be together in the realm of spirits.”

“Ah!” Drayce perked up and turned his attention toward the two ethereal figures. “I’m so glad to hear that. It’s been a long time.”

“It has, Chevell agrees. He wishes for you to take his amulet. It will protect you should you be drawn into battle against a necromancer again.”

Drayce nodded his head in acceptance. “I promise to take good care of it.”

The two figures linger for a moment, possibly having a private conversation. In fact, that seemed to be the case as Zohar had nodded his head firmly a couple of times. He then raised his hand two the two, waving his hand over them. Where they soon faded into a soft sparkle of light, gently fading.

Then…they were gone.

It was a short meeting, but significant. Very much so. He was glad that the two were at peace now. And together after so much pain.

“What curse was Diandre talking about?” Drayce asked, tilting his head to look up at Zohar once more.

“Shashi had discovered more information,” Zohar began, his arm still firm and warm around his waist. “It seemed that Diandre knew that Matchitehew had wanted to use him in a ritual, wishing to use him to grant Despot greater armies. So, he had prepared himself to be sacrificed. When his blood was placed within the cauldron, he sealed away it’s true power.”

“True power?”

“The cauldron was tied to Matchitehew’s soul. If Matchitehew was defeated in battle, his many loyalists had the skills to…reanimate him. Yet, with Diandre sacrificing himself, he broke ties to the cauldron, preventing Matchitehew from returning to this plane through it.”

Drayce shivered, unconsciously leaning closer to Zohar. “I see. It’s a relief to know that one of Despot’s generals couldn’t actually be resurrected.”

Zohar didn’t immediately agree.

“What is it? Can he still…?”

“Possibly,” Zohar relented. “He may have infused some of himself into the Book of Shadows, too. If it’s sentient, like you said…”

It could be in search of another. To do the very thing Nukpana had tried.

They needed to find that book. But how?

Drayce sighed and rubbed his forehead wearily. “We’ll…deal with that later, I guess. I’m glad that Chevell and Diandre were finally reunited.”

“Yes.” Zohar gently pressed his hand against Drayce’s side. “That is also one of the roles of a necromancer. Reuniting star-crossed lovers who had been separated in both life and death.”

Drayce tilted his head back and smiled softly at him. “Ah, now that is something I’d like to learn more about.”

No one who deeply loved each other should be forced apart, after all.

… … … … …

In a city filled with eccentric locals and explorers alike, it was surprisingly easy to track down a necromancer with purple skin with a black blob of a wraith on his shoulder. As much as Ashton wanted to be in the labyrinth with the others, to keep a closer eye on Drayce, there was something else he needed to do.

Something he couldn’t let Drayce know about.

Not yet.

As he entered the central park of the city, a flash of purple from the corner of his eye immediately caught his attention. He turned his head in time to watch as a tall, somewhat muscular Celestian with deep purple hair and skin of a lighter shade move silently down a path. One that led toward a much more secluded area of the park.

“Hey, wait!” Ashton called out, breaking into a jog to follow him. “You…”

That had to be him. That had to be Kyrell.

The man stopped in his tracks after Ashton called out to him. For a moment he kept his back toward him, seemingly contemplating something before he finally turned to face him. “Can I help you with something?”

Ashton decided to get straight to the point. “Drayce. He told me what happened in the labyrinth. He also said that you reminded him of someone. Who?”

Kyrell stared at him for a few intense moments, his expression completely unreadable. Eventually, he spoke. “…Rhain.”

“Rhain?” Ashton’s eyes immediately widen, his heart thundering in his chest. “You know Rhain? Where is he?!”

Years. It’s been ten years since Rhain was taken, ripped away from his loving family. Ripped away from Drayce. From his brother. Could they…?

Kyrell shook his head slowly, regretfully. “Unfortunately, I do not know his current location. I am unable to venture too close, if I did know.”

Ashton felt his heart drop into his stomach. “What do you mean?”

“Sephtis sacrificed my life in a ritual,” Kyrell shockingly revealed. “It did not go as he had planned. If he learns that I am alive, and with the very entity he sacrificed me to obtain, he will burn this entire city to the ground to take back what he believes belong to him. And if he learns that Drayce is here…”

Ashton felt his hands clench at his sides. “I see.”

That…was not what he wanted to hear. Yet, that name, that Sephtis was something that Ashton and Drayce’s family could work on. One small step closer to finding Rhain.

“Rhain?” Ashton questioned softly. “He’s…still alive?”

“Yes,” was Kyrell’s firm response, granting Ashton a tiny sliver of relief. “He is far too useful to Sephtis. Physically, he has not been harmed. Spiritually, however…”

“This Sephtis is-?”

“The cult leader. Sephtis is his latest incarnation.”

“Bastard,” Ashton spat out unwillingly.

Kyrell gave a humourless chuckle. “Indeed.”

Ashton took a moment to compose himself. This was valuable information. “What must be done?”

“I must build Raven’s strength,” Kyrell said, just as a strange little black blob of something appeared on his shoulder. “To do that, I must hunt down other vile souls to feed to him.”

Ashton eyed off the strange little creature warily. Drayce told him about that Raven wraith. About how funny it looked, with its squishy body, yellow beak and beady white eyes. And how it was actually the once thought to be mythical god known as Ravenous.

“This…Raven will defeat Sephtis?” he asked carefully.

Kyrell closed his eyes as he nodded. “That’s my only hope.” He opened his eyes a moment later and focused his attention toward Ashton, his expression curious. “Drayce doesn’t remember anything, does he?”

“No. A curse prevents it. Since he was eleven years old.”

“As I suspected.” Kyrell suddenly tilted his head back, to gaze up at the sight of Yggdrasil. “Drayce is like Rhain in many ways. Kind-hearted, compassionate, far too considerate of others. Far too willing to put his life at risk for the safety of others.”

Rhain…

“I…could not protect Rhain,” Kyrell continued. He abruptly levelled his gaze toward Ashton, to stare intently at him. As that black blob of his hop along his shoulders, momentarily disappearing behind his head.

Only to come out the other side in the form of a sleek black raven. With feathers a shimmering back, and eyes a piercing, fiery red.

“But I will ensure that Drayce remains safe. And that the brothers are reunited. Even if it costs me my eternal soul…”

With that Kyrell turned. And walked away, leaving a smoky, otherworldly trail of mist behind him.

Leaving Ashton to wonder what the future could hold for Drayce. And his entrapped, missing brother.

[cfmanymuses]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Zunemira Maeve Padmini.

NICKNAME: Zuni, Mae, Angel. (The second one is pretty rare.)

TITLE(S): As far as she knows, she doesn't have one.

AGE: 16.

SPECIES: Protector Aasimar.

SEX: Female. (I guess you could call her cisgender? She wouldn't be familiar with the term, though.)

NATIONALITY: Faerûnian. 

INTERESTS: Travelling, reading, studying and practising magic, camping, foraging, fishing.

PROFESSION: Once a farm girl, now a travelling warlock.

BODY TYPE: Decently fit? She's spent a long time with her family in Amphail's fields.

EYES: Sapphire blue.

HAIR: Coppery-red.

SKIN: Medium tan, goes darker if she's in the sun for a decent amount of time.

POSTURE: Relaxed, but alert. If she's minding her own business or chatting, she's usually shifted her weight onto her back foot and has a hand on the hip her grimoire's on.

HEIGHT: 5'9"

VOICE: Usually quiet, unless she's upset. She's the kind of person that listens carefully to conversations before she adds her two silver. Unfiltered, though, her words can carry concern, fear or excitement, depending on the situation. (She often forgets that she's still a kid.)

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: She has a couple, though her favourites are a simple, soft green dress that she wears with leather boots, or her travelling clothes. Those consist of a light linen shirt, sturdy trousers, and boots with a thicker sole.

More commonly, though, she can be found wearing a set of leather armour as she travels.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: She doesn't have one. (Yet. She's a kid, give her a chance.)

COMPANIONS: She has a couple of friends back home, though they don't accompany her. She's always in contact with her patron, Abasirith. (In the campaign I played her in, she was good friends with Sol/Luna, Binx, Hig, Ciraa, Bardren, and Ace. She was later friendly with Timmy. These names mean nothing to you guys, but they meant a lot to us.) (In another verse, she's good friends with @lunar-realms muses, Faelen and Ashe, and maybe Cerelia.)

ANTAGONISTS: This can depend on the verse, she didn't have one unless you count Nyx, and he's no longer a threat.

STRENGTHS: Loyal, protective, honest, great listener.

WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, fiery, driven by emotion.

FRUITS: She's fond of apples and cherries, particularly in pie form. She has a real weakness for them.

DRINKS: Water, milk. (In more modern verses, she's fond of coffee and soda.)

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: She's not old enough to drink.

SMOKES: No.

DRUGS: No.

DRIVER'S LICENSE: Those don't exist where she comes from, and she's not big on riding horses, either.

Tagged by Stolen from: @electricea

Tagging: Whoever wants to give this a try!

[batteredmettle-archive]

🌸 "C'mon Faelen I'm just visiting for a quick spell." -Ruby

@theheartmuncher

Send “🌸” to give my muse a flower crown

Faelan snorted. “You know I already have one of those,” he said. “It’s been so long, Ruby. What’re you here for?”

[theshatteredrose]

The Necromancer’s Cauldron (Chapter 7) - Etrian Odyssey 5 Fanfiction

AN: Sorry for the wait, I got distracted with Pokemon Violet, not to mention I had to get medical botox for my migraines and that didn’t exactly go well. Anywho, hope you enjoy reading~

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Chapter 7:

The sun was dipping toward the horizon as the carriage pulled out the front of the Crescentia. It was about mid-afternoon, only a few hours of sunlight left. It was something that caused Zohar yet more concern. Unsurprisingly, the dark of night was the preferred time for wraiths and other unearthly entities to reveal themselves and wander the mortal realm, as he put it.

Jumping out of the carriage, Drayce idly rubbed his throat. Zohar had used Theodore’s spiritual energy to offer him some healing relief, while also dismissing his ghostly companion to get some much-needed rest in the ethereal realm. He had reassured him that the skin had not been broken, but the grip was sure to leave a bit of bruising. Enough to have Ashton and Blayke fussing over him relentlessly, no doubt.

That fussing would have to wait, however. They had a name for the knight that went on a minor rampage through the city. Hopefully, the name would help them uncover who had stolen the Blood Cauldron. Or at least point them in the direction of why it was stolen.

“Drayce!”

Kamali’s voice calling his name in alarm caused Drayce to snap his head up, immediately pulling himself out of his musings. His concern grew further when he found the usually placid and calm warlock hurrying over to him.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Those entities,” Kamali blurted out, slightly breathless. “They’ve been seen all over the city.”

Drayce felt his stomach clench. “What?”

Next to him, Zohar bristled and he abruptly summoned a still irritated Theodore. “We must do something. And quickly. If those entities taste mortal flesh, they’ll only grow in strength.”

Without waiting for a response, Zohar abruptly turned on his heel and raced out into the city streets, Theodore following him closely.

Drayce turned, unconsciously throwing out his arm in the direction of his guildmate. “Zohar, wait!”

Kamali grabbed his arm with both of his hands, ensuring that Drayce didn’t follow the determined necromancer. “He’s right. We have to do something.”

And they couldn’t let Zohar do all the work by himself.

“Right. Where is everyone?”

Kamali pointed to the Crescentia’s entrance; the twin doors wide open. “Inside. We’re unsure of what to do exactly.”

Drayce hurried inside with Kamali right behind him. He made it into the foyer before he was confronted by Blayke, his best friend already decked out in his armour, his rapier situated by his side.

“Drayce?” he asked him questioningly, his face creased in irritation and concern.

“I know,” Drayce said toward the fencer, taking note that the rest of his guild had gathered in the front seating room. They all turned to him the moment they felt his presence, each wearing varying degrees of uncertainty and fear. All turning to him, the leader of the guild, for direction.

He wished there was something he could say to reassure them, but unfortunately, he needed to ask three of his guildmates to head out into danger with him. He didn’t like it. He truly didn’t.

“We have no choice; we’ll need to split up. Everyone, do whatever it takes to keep your distance. Do not, under any circumstances, let them physically attack. Blakye, maintain your armour. Kamali, ranged elemental attacks. Caelem, get the Shining Lotus; it’s natural light ability will dispatch these entities. Faelen, you and Nashoba stay here.”

“But-!” Faelen immediately began to protest and Drayce swiftly interrupted him.

“With Salim, Tokala, and Runihura still recovering, and with Ashton and Shashi researching, I need you to protect everyone here at the Crescentia. Lock the place down.”

Theoretically, Faelen’s archery would prove crucial in long-ranged battles. But he was young. And Drayce was protective. If all wendigos looked like that skeleton abomination from the cemetery, he didn’t want the therian to endure witnessing something like that.

“Fiorello, I need you to be at the ready in case someone is injured.”

The skilled botanist wore a serious express. “I’m aware of these wendigos.”

“I was hoping you were.” Probably due to his closeness to Zohar. But if not…

He shook his head. That was something to ponder about later. “Everyone, if you get injured, return to the Crescentia immediately. Everyone got that?”

“Yes!”

“Good.” Drayce took a moment to inspect his cannon. “Now, be careful and good luck.”

Blayke and Kamali immediately turned and raced through the front doors while Caelem raced up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

Slipping the strap of his weapon over his shoulder, Drayce turned to also move out the doors. Only to pause after a half stepped and turned his attention to his guild’s talented researchers. “Shashi, the knight’s name is Chevell.”

Shashi nodded his head. “Understood. Leave it to us.”

“Don’t do anything foolish, Drayce,” Ashton immediately warned, fussy as always.

Drayce shot the caretaker a grin over his shoulder as he raced out the door. “Have some faith in me, Ash!”

His smile soon slipped from his lips. He needed to focus. He had complete faith in Blayke, Kamali, and Caelem. But worry was still prevalent. He didn’t like the idea of them splitting up. He truly didn’t. Maybe it would be best for them to act as a team. Like they would in the labyrinth.

Yet, spreading out to deal with the wendigos made the most sense. Deal with the problem, help those in need, even advise others how to battle against such enemies. With attacks across the city, they needed to be everywhere at once.

He just couldn’t help but worry. He often made fun of Ashton’s fussy tendencies, but Drayce was the same with his guildmates. He trusted them. They knew how to handle themselves.

But there was always that little voice in the back of his head whispering “what if?”

A shrill scream of surprise pulled Drayce back into focus. He was close to the marketplace, and from the crowd of panicked people fleeing the area, there was no doubt that a wendigo was around.

Drayce pushed himself through the crowds, his path constantly interrupted by the scared and the confused. He had to lift his weapon over his head to ensure he didn’t accidently shoot someone.

Finally, he reached the centre of the markets. Stores were still open, lights of lanterns in the process of being lit. It was dark under the domed ceiling of the centre markets. Where the permanent stalls resided.

Slightly breathless from his fight through the crowds, Drayce readied his weapon as he glanced around quickly. The arena was mostly empty, with only a few citizens running about in confusion and panic.

Something had clearly terrified the people of the markets.

And he soon saw what that thing was.

A skeleton. Similar to the one that had attacked Drayce at the cemetery. This skeleton still had shreds of clothing falling off of its frame, indicating that it wasn’t that old. It wasn’t from the old cemetery then. Maybe the newer one?

Drayce flicked the safety off of his cannon as the wendigo unexpectedly dropped down onto all fours and scurried in a spider like manner toward an empty shop. And latched itself upon the wall. How it was able to find grip to do such a thing, Drayce could only speculate.

Currently, it didn’t matter. Not when it scurried hurriedly over to a group of locals. The guard that stood with the ground was attempting to bring order to the chaos, but with that skeleton entity, crawling on all fours like some kind of crab, skittering across the walls, it was hard to bring calm to the situation.

The skeleton scurried along the brick walls and onto the high arching ceiling. Directly above where the guard stood, unaware of his surroundings. Whether he was the wendigos target, or the people that the guard was attempting to calm was irrelevant.

Drayce raised his gun. The angle was steep, and the speed of the skeleton was a problem. But he should at the very least draw attention toward himself.

A split second after he squeezed the trigger, a loud echoing crack was heard, and Drayce winced slightly from the recoil. He truly wasn’t used to aiming so high. Thankfully, his aim had been good enough to strike the skeleton, causing it to drop from the ceiling and onto the ground.

The sound it made as it hit the hard, stone paved grounds of the marketplace was truly unsettling. The literal sound of bones breaking and snapping.

Had it been defeated?

No. The bones began to piece themselves back together. Like some unworldly, and terrifying jigsaw puzzle. The power of the spell used to draw the skeleton from their graves was all that was keeping the bones together. Allowing them to move. To hunt.

What a terrifying ability…

“Go, get out of here!” He ordered toward the guard, who had finally realised how close he was to the cause of the mayhem. “I’ll deal with this thing.”

The guard didn’t stop to demand answers, and thankfully didn’t freeze into place as the grey skeleton jerkily arose to its feet. He immediately went back to work, ushering the frightened citizens to evacuate in an orderly fashion.

The wendigo seemed to have its attention directed toward Drayce, but he summoned a Decoy Shield for extra security. The mana of the shield should gain the entities attention. And keep it.

Drayce took a step back just as the wendigo lurched forward, to latch itself upon the shield. It…acted so animalistic. Gnawing onto the etheric shield, gnashing its teeth in an attempt to tear off pieces of flesh that didn’t exist. The skeleton was that of an earthlain, but it’s movements…

It was…barbaric.

Shaking his head to rid himself of the discomfort, Drayce pressed the butt of his cannon against his shoulder and steeled himself to take a shot. He shot at the chest cavity first, but only managed to break off fragments of bone. And the wendigo continued to savagely attack the shield.

Drayce summoned a second to keep it busy, wracking his brain of what to do as the wendigo destroyed the first shield and promptly leapt onto the second.

The next best place he thought to aim for was the head. It truly was the only solid bone of the entire skeleton. And it felt that was where the magic used to form such an entity was stored.

As he squeezed the trigger once more, all he could do was hope that he was right.

Another loud crack echoed through the arena. The shot had been accurate, striking the skull on the left side, breaking off chunks of bone as the bullet passed through. As the pieces of the skull disperse, the body stiffened violently, before…breaking down, bone by bone, until it was a crumbled heap on the ground.

Drayce breathed a sigh of relief.

He was right! The skull. Destroying the skull released the power keeping the entity together. Like cutting the strings from a puppet.

He hoped the others had figured that out, too.

Ok. He knew what to do now. It should make things easier. He needed to clear the area of the markets before moving onto elsewhere.

More importantly; he needed to find Syrik and make sure he was ok.

Moving deeper into the mostly empty marketplace, Drayce entered an open area where travelling merchants would set up their shops. And was startled by the sight of a certain brounii rushing across his path, with a large knapsack on his back.

And a skeleton creeping on all fours after him!

Drayce automatically summoned a Decoy Shield in the direct path of the Wendigo, forcing it to crash headfirst into it. Its frame crumbled from the impact, but it soon etched itself together once more. And to latch onto the shield.

“Syrik!” Drayce called out as he darted forward to stand protectively in front of him. “You ok?”

Syrik looked startled for a brief moment, confused by Drayce’s sudden appearance. But he soon smiled broadly, relief prevalent in his eyes and expression. “Whew, in one piece!”

“Did that thing manage to land a blow?” He asked as he summoned another Decoy Shield.

“No. Never thought I’d be so pleased with my short stature.” Syrik suddenly dropped his knapsack onto the ground and reached into it. After a few seconds, he pulled out a small cardboard box. “By the way, use these!”

Drayce caught the package instinctively and as he glanced at the label, he realised that they were a pack of bullets. Specialised bullets. Perfect!

Slipping one of the bullets into the chamber, Drayce steeled himself for battle once more. He knew he had to aim for the skull. He just hoped that this Wendigo stood still long enough to get a decent shot int.

Free from physical restrictions, the wendigo moved quickly and erratically between the two etheric shields. Scurrying around on all fours, its empty sockets focused upon him, its jaw snapping open and shut as if it was readying itself to taste mortal flesh.

The Decoy Shields wasn’t enough. They were made up of etheric energy, but as Zohar had already warned him, they wanted mortal flesh. And they would do whatever it took to get it.

Without warning, wendigo lunged at him.

Drayce hardly had time to aim. He managed to lift his cannon high enough to press the muzzle against the centre of the wendigo’s ribcage. At such short range, hopefully the shot would be enough to push the entity back. Far enough for him to aim for the skull

Yet, as the bullet ripped through the chest cavity, sending shards of bone into the air, the wendigo gave out a ghastly shriek. And then the bones crumbled to the ground, into a messy and disorganised pile.

It was defeated?

“Whew,” Syrik uttered again as he rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, somehow still able to smile impishly despite the chaos. “Bullets that have been blessed by Shamans. Glad to know that they really do work on those wendigos!”

Huh, so he was aware of wendigos, too. Though, that probably shouldn’t be a surprise. He was a brounii merchant. Drayce would have to have a friendly chat with Syrik sometime. He was sure to be filled with knowledge on brounii myths and legends himself.

Before that, though…

Drayce ejected the spent shell casting and promptly replaced it with a live round. “I owe you one, Syrik. You may this day a whole lot easier.” He racked his gun. “Now, get somewhere safe. I got some work to do.”

“You got it! Before that, here!” Syrik remained surprisingly cheerful, unfazed by the chaos.  He suddenly threw a couple of blue glassed bottles at him, which Drayce instinctively caught. “Have some blessed holy water as well!”

Drayce slipped the waters into his jacket pocket. “And I owe you again! Stay safe!”

It honestly felt wrong to leave Syrik behind. To essentially leave him to defend for himself. But he needed to continue his work. He needed to find and stop those Wendigos before they tasted mortal flesh. That was something that troubled Zohar the most. They grew stronger after tearing at flesh.

The specialised bullets and holy waters may be enough to stop them now, in their current state. But would they work after they tasted flesh?

A flash of white from the corner of his eye prompted Drayce to skid to a stop and automatically summon a Decoy Shield several feet in front of him. As he raised his cannon, another skeleton flung itself from its perch on top of a stone pillar and land atop of the etheric shield.

Its movements were feral as it attempted to tear the shield apart. It brought a shiver to Drayce’s spin. He hoped to whatever higher being was listening that he wouldn’t stumble across a citizen as a victim.

It would be too nightmarish to endure.

Raising his weapon, Drayce fired off another round. Shards of bone flew into the air like confetti. And, like previous encounters, the bones stilled as an otherworldly shriek cut through the air. Then, it crumbled to the ground. In an unmoving heap.

Drayce uttered a sigh as he ejected the spent casting and quickly reloaded. Ok, that was three. How many more were there?

The sensation of something hitting the side of his foot caused Drayce to jump and he immediately looked down at the ground. Expecting the sight of a skeletal hand grasping onto his boot.

Instead, he saw a familiar black orb with a yellow beak and two little yellow bird legs. Of which were kicking in the air, attempting to roll itself upright.

“Raven?” Drayce murmured as he reached out and snared the strange little wraith with his hand. “What are you doing here?”

“I wasn’t sleeping in the marketplace, before you ask.”

Drayce snapped his head up at the familiar voice. “Kyrell?”

The purple-haired necromancer walked over to him, a polite, if passive smile upon his lips. “This city seems to be in quite the bother, though. You perhaps know why?”

Drayce resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. From that question, asked in a peaceful if oblivious manner, he assumed that Kyrell had indeed been sleeping somewhere within the marketplace.

Of course, that wasn’t the most important thing right now.

“It’s, ah…” It was probably best for Drayce to be honest with Kyrell. He was a necromancer, after all. He would want to know, wouldn’t he?

“Someone stole the Blood Cauldron and is using it to create wendigos.”

Kyrell’s eyes narrowed sharply, even as his expression remained polite. Raven fluttered from Drayce’s hand to move to land on Kyrell’s shoulder, the necromancer’s smile becoming terse. “Is that so?”

He certainly didn’t sound pleased. Which wasn’t a surprise.

Drayce uttered another sigh as he turned his gaze to suspect their surroundings. His eyes soon flickered down to the ground. To the pile of aging bones.

“I hate desecrating someone’s bones like that,” he murmured, guilt settling in the pit of his stomach. “I wish I knew who they were, so they could be place back where they rested.”

“Ah, perhaps I can help with that.” Kyrell stepped forward and rested his hand upon Drayce’s shoulder. He looked upon him in a calm, positively caring manner. “Getting into contact with the spirit shall give me the names needed. Do not worry; I will not reanimate them.”

That was honestly incredibly reassuring.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

Kyrell gave his shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “They will understand that you are simply protecting yourself and others. Now, go, and don’t worry.”

Drayce nodded his head, his energy renewed. “Right. Be careful.”

“And you.”

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MAKE YOUR MUSE A CAT LOAF

Ian’s adorable! My little sandy kitten. (his eyes are actually more of an orangey/sand but yellow is as close as I could get)

Tagged by: @krazy-rp-hatter​

Tagging: Anyone who wants to! @sassygreytea​ , @kyukicho​

More muses under the cut

Ashe

Faelen

Cerelia

Kuro

Shiro

Aria

Azure

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Faelen: 👁 👅 🗣

👁 :How good is their sight? 

Faelen’s about as sharp as it comes to sight though none would guess with how often he runs into things and has his nose is buried in a book.

👅 :What is your muse's favorite taste? 

He adores fruit. Faelen is happiest with frozen strawberries, grapes a bowl of whipped cream.

🗣 : Does your muse have an accent?

Yes! Faelen’s accent is hard to place, but I hear it as something gentle like Tom Hiddleston’s but not that deep or that British. His tone is lighter, but he’s got that smoothness to it that makes you melt and trust him. He could earn that deeper tone when he’s all grown up.

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Random fun fact none of you asked for:

Harlmess Ticklish muses: Ashe, Azure, Aria and IAN

Ticklish but will harm you in the process: Shiro, Faelen and Cerelia

Not ticklish: Kuro (will kill you if you attempt)

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🖊

send in a “🖊“ and I will talk about any one of my OCs at random

This elf right here is my favorite of all time (don’t tell the others...especially not Ian)

He’s a soft and delicate ray of sunshine (like sitting under a tree on a warm spring day surrounded by flowers) and does his best to help those in need. He’s literally 98% of Ashe’s impulse control and is always running after the happy go lucky knight and trying to keep him healthy and unharmed. ^^; Ashe is pretty accident prone.

I’ve spent a lot of time with Faelen and I love his gentle demeanor. He’s still got a backbone though and will stand up for his friends to the end of the line.

He also has an alter demonic form, but that’s another story. :3

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🎵🎵🎵 (Ian, Cerelia and Faelen?)

For every 🎵 I get I’ll post a song I associate with my muse! 

Ian: This Life is Mine (feat. Casey Williams) by Jeff Williams and Distant Shore by Rebecca Sugar/Steven Universe

“Why do I feel like both of those are really sad?”

Cerelia: Natural by Imagine Dragons

“...you’re not wrong. The prompt is what the mun associates with you. That’s sadness.”

Faelen: The River Flows in You by Yiruma and Here Comes a Thought by Rebecca Sugar/Steven Universe

“Don’t listen to her. I’m sure there’s a silver lining in there somewhere, Ian. ...I think.”

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1. What’s one experience your character had that made them very afraid?

2. Does your character have a deep and/or dark secret? If so, what is it?

3. Have they ever lost a loved one? What happened to them, and are they the same as they were before they lost them?

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened?

5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves?

6. Have they ever committed a crime, or something they felt was wrong? What was it?

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why?

8. Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

9. Is the character a victim of abuse?

10. What were the character’s parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character? (You choose the muses! 💜)

1. What’s one experience your character had that made them very afraid? - Ashe

In a very chaotic battle, Spade sustained a pretty nasty injury from a charge and it was bad enough Ashe was told by the healer Spade was going to die there or it was going to either be a very long road to recovery and there was still a high risk Spade wasn't going to make it at all. Ashe has raised and known Spade since his birth and he was still a very young horse (4-5yrs old), so he was absolutely terrified he was going to lose his best friend. He triple checks Spade's armor and always ensures to upgrade it even before his own any chance he gets, because a mounted knight is only as good as his steed and those initial days while he was critical spent sleeping outside the stall just worrying and hoping he would be okay still haunts him.

2. Does your character have a deep and/or dark secret? If so, what is it? - Cerelia

Yes! They really do. She's going to murder anyone who claims to know this, so other muses be warned. Meta-gaming/God-modding this one will result in death.

Cerelia's secret is that she was raised by the Celestial King of Wind and is actually his spy in the "mortal" planes, reporting back what is actually happening and why the gates are being opened. Whether or not she's there to help the gates open or prevent them... well... that remains to be seen.

3. Have they ever lost a loved one? What happened to them, and are they the same as they were before they lost them? - Azure

Yes, and I regret writing it every time I look at his backstory. Azure lost his beloved Sebastian the day before they were to be wed. They had run away to an Italy as it had always been Azure's dream to get married there and Sebastian didn't have the heart to deny him that even though he was aware of his father's poor reputation with the a powerful gang in Italy because he didn't know just how terrible that reputation was. He was murdered brutally in front of Azure and as a "warning" to Sebastian's father, Azure was made to drag his dying boyfriend (and eventually corpse) through the streets out of town.

Azure has never been the same. Completely traumatized by the events he found he couldn't reintegrate back into normal life, haunted by every little thing that reminded him of Sebastian. Thus, he ran from it all and is still hiding from his trauma in a formerly abandoned cottage the forests.

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened? - Kuro

Since the only being Kuro truly depends on is his twin brother, Shiro? No, actually. Shiro and Kuro have rarely gotten into situations where one could even have the chance to betray the other. They're more likely to tell their twin someone tried to split them up and then go torture them or dismember them as a warning to anyone else who dares to try.

5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves? - Shiro

. . .Yes. Shiro does not make emotional connections to others quickly and he has the moral compass of...well, a demon. He'll happily sacrifice a stranger if it meant self preservation and he wouldn't even lose sleep over it.

6. Have they ever committed a crime, or something they felt was wrong? What was it? - Faelen

He accidentally stole a book from the library once because he was following his mother and reading it while walking and his mother didn't notice he still had it until they were home. When he went back in tears professing he was sorry and that he didn't know, he found out it was actually "free book" day and he had picked up said book from the pile of books that were being given away...for free... (this boy has never done anything wrong in his life....well...except...that one thing...)

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why? - Azure

The mob boss who dealt the final blow to Sebastian that made his love suffer the entire time he was dying.

8. Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why? - Ashe

Mostly just the kingdoms his kingdom is at war with because he is a loyal knight and enemies of the crown he serves are by proxy his enemies.

A common enemy for the mortal planes though would be the King of the Umbra whose seals are being broken across the world...

9. Is the character a victim of abuse? - Faelen (the random number generator is really picking on him tonight. I've rerolled twice and gotten him on this one and the prior 2 questions...)

Sadly, yes. The "M" scar/brand on his wrist was not his own doing nor is it a tattoo.

10. What were the character’s parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character? - Ian

Ian's parents were actually very kind and loving by demonic standards and even human standards (very very unusual). They supported and cared deeply for their two children.

This made losing them the way he did that much harder on Ian. He was still very young and his support system was ripped out from under him. Even as an adult now, he still self-soothes by humming his mother's lullaby and re-reading the only book he has left from his home (a small thing he has managed to keep hidden all these years) that tells of a legend in the Sand Demons that a great dragon would be the savior of their people cursed to the shapes of lizards. He pleaded and begged that dragon to save him many times growing up. As an adult, he still reads it but more for comforting nostalgia than for actually believing the legend.

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Send me a ★ for an IC fact or send me a ☆ for an OOC fact.

Ashe: He helped raise Spade from the moment the horse was born. Spade’s mother is actually Ashe’s father’s horse, Mana. The sire was his mother’s horse, Ace.

Azure: His baked goods and pastries are some of the best in the world. He was the top of his class at Le Cordon Bleu and was already being scouted for some of the most prestigious pastry shops in France before Sebastian died and he fell to pieces.

Cerelia: She goes by her middle name, Cerelia, because Annabelle sounds too soft to her. She also hated when people would shorten her name to Anna or Bella, so she figured no one would be able to shorten Cerelia. No one did until Ashe called her “Cerel” one day.

Faelen: He has a bad habit of writing notes to himself on his hands and arms in his personal madeup shorthand, so he’s typically covered in ink or markings of some kind that no one but he understands.

Ian: When he’s not doing his chores around the palace or off doing something for Lucifer, he’s got his nose in a book. It’s his coping mechanism for everything that’s happened to him and will most likely happen again.

Kuro: He has a healthy fear and appreciation for Cerelia. She’s kicked his ass before and it just makes him want to take her out.

Shiro: He really loves music. He’ll listen to most anything, but doesn’t typically like any screamo or raps. That’s not to say he won’t listen to heavy metal on occasion though. The mood has to be right for that one.

Mun: I just went to my first ever concert that wasn’t obligatory due to school or personal involvement (orchestra, choir, symphony). I saw Fall Out Boy and I GOT TO TOUCH ALL OF THEM. I even held Pete’s hand for like 10 seconds and I think I died and went to heaven. There’s no way this actually happened, but it did.

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28. ( all muses )

28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? 

Azure: Azure will often bite his lip and will start to hold himself. He gets really quiet and retreats into himself. To try to calm himself, Azure bakes or starts to sleep excessively. If he can’t escape the source of his anxiety, he’ll most likely have an anxiety attack. No stims as I understand them and no addictions

Ashe: He rubs the back of his neck a lot when he’s nervous. Either that or he’ll start spending majority of his time with Spade/use Spade as an escape. He’ll also start playing with his necklace. No stims or addictions

Cerelia: She scratches the inside of her palms and wrists when she’s anxious. She also avoids eye contact and will sharpen her weapons to keep her mind off whatever’s making her nervous. Cerelia will often rub her silk arm sleeves or start messing with them if it gets overwhelming.

Faelen: Faelen stutters horribly when he’s nervous and his voice drops to nothing more than a whisper. He overthinks everything and will start apologizing a lot. His most obvious nonverbal nervous tick is scratching the side of his neck and/or pacing. No stims or addictions as I understand them.

Kuro: Kuro gets angry when he’s nervous. (Jen is just gets a more affectionate dose of rage) Being nervous is foreign to him and he doesn’t like it at all, so Kuro’s answer to things he doesn’t understand is anger or murder and both go together really well. He paces a lot when he’s nervous, and his hair starts to curl at the ends. As he’s tense all over, he’ll clench his jaw or grit his teeth. (something only Shiro’s noticed thusfar)

Shiro: Majority of Shiro’s nervous tendencies are masked by his normal behaviors. He’ll start to hide behind Kuro more, and he’ll internalize everything. Kuro’s the only one to pick up the differences including, raised heartrate, lower body temperature and stopping speaking altogether.

Ian: Ian’s a mess. He’s already a nervous wreck majority of the time. His worst habits are gripping onto himself and digging his claws into his arms or picking at himself. He’ll bite his lip to bloody pieces in some cases. He keeps his head bowed down and won’t look at whatever’s making him nervous. If it gets too much for him, Ian will turn into sand and hide in a corner, under furniture, or wherever he can that he doesn’t think anyone will find him. No stims or addictions as I understand them. Fun Fact: Lucifer tried to drug Ian with an aphrodisiac, but it backfired as Ian had a panic attack over worrying why he felt weird and turned into sand...outside...in the grass...during a storm. Lucifer didn’t find him until the next morning when he came back with a terrible cold and no recollection on how he got outside or why he stayed out all night.Ian has also been known to hide in an hourglass hidden in his room.

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😍💛💚♡💵💎 - all muses except Shiro

Ooof, this is gonna get long…

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they?

Ashe (verse: main)Ashe actually has a girlfriend, Dolly. So, yeah. He has a crush.(verse: book)He has a huge crush on Cerelia in the book. A beautiful, powerful assassin. Everything a knight dreams of, right?

Azure: (verse: main)Azure has a boyfriend, Enya. They’re very happy 

Cerelia: (verse: main)Cerelia’s single with no crush.(verse: book) …still single with no crush…

Faelen: (verse: main)Faelen is single, and currently doesn’t have a crush.(verse: book)Faelen has a rather big crush on Ashe. He loves his stupid idiot knight.

Kuro: (verse: main) Kuro is currently in a relationship with the woman who contracted him, Jenny. They actually have two kids. (verse: book) No interests in relationships. His only goal is to be an asshole. And he succeeds.

Ian: (verse: main & book)Ian has a crush on his master Lucifer. It’s not panning out well for him though all things considered.

💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner? 

Ashe: Ashe is the typical knight. He often checks up on his partner and will fawn over them, bringing them gifts of flowers or their favorite treats randomly. He things small displays are best, but birthdays and holidays, he realizes he can get a little carried away.

Azure: Azure will bake for his partner. He loves creating new treats for them to enjoy. He’s also pretty affectionate, enjoying cuddling and sweet little innocent kisses. His expressions are more subtle. He’ll ask about their days, try to make sure the home is comfortable and clean. Once he learns their pattern, he’ll even do what he can so his partner has as little to worry about as possible.

Cerelia: Cerelia has an interesting way of expressing her love in that she just doesn’t treat you like she hates you. She’s more the type to show she’s comfortable around her partners. She’ll spend more time with them, quietly reading or doing things they like. Almost like a cat that’s decided that someone is theirs. She’s just…there without being asked to be. She’ll also get protective and will do little things for them.

Faelen: Faelen expresses his love through letters. He’ll write his feelings out for his partners to read and hold onto while he’s away on missions for the crown. He’ll also use his magic on even the smallest scrapes and bruises, because he doesn’t want his partners to be in pain.

Kuro: Kuro’s not good with words, so his expressions are much more physical. He shows his love actually by sparring with his partners, because he’s really not one for a weak partner. He will straight up tell them, very bluntly though that he cares for them more than he should. As a demon though, love isn’t really a concept he understands, so it’s more of a “I don’t want to kill or eat you.” type deal.

Ian: He expresses his love for them by being their sword, shield and source of pleasure. He really doesn’t know any other way than to offer his body to them for whatever they want. He doesn’t see himself as a being, but instead as a tool. That’s all anyone’s ever used him for, so he doesn’t see a problem with it.

💚 = Does your muse get jealous easy? 

Ashe: A bit, but he trusts his partner.

Azure: Not at all surprisingly. He’ll get a little miffed if his partner does something to or for someone else that he thought was only for him, but he’d rather figure out why than waste time being jealous and angry over it.

Cerelia: YES. She won’t say anything about it though. She’ll stew silently until they finally ask her why she’s so upset.

Faelen: A little. He doesn’t really like watching his partner be affectionate with others, but who does?

Kuro: Definitely. Do NOT test his jealousy. He will kill anyone he’s jealous of unless they’re on the “do not harm” list. Ask Jenny.

Ian: Surprisingly, yes. He gets very jealous very easily. He despises the concubines Lucifer invites into his bed instead of him and he does whatever he can to remind Lucifer that he’s the favorite. Not them.

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date?

Ashe: Ashe will never date anyone with a skewed moral compass or someone overly clingy and whiny. He really needs someone who can support him considering he’s a military man and will be gone a lot when war or duty calls.

Azure: Azure’s gay, so he’ll never date a girl. Otherwise, he really won’t date anyone who’s cruel or rude.

Cerelia: Cerelia has little interest in dating to begin with, but she absolutely will not date jocks. She hates elitist attitudes and know-it-alls.

Faelen: Faelen refuses to date bullies or anyone who takes advantage of those weaker than him. He also prefers to avoid people who are timid as he is since he really wants a partner than can defend him, not the other way around. (he’s a support honestly.)

Kuro: Anyone he deems weak or whiny. This could be for any reason.

Ian: Considering he has a crush on Lucifer, I doubt there’s anyone he won’t date… KIDDING. He’s not interested in overly cruel people, and he really is attracted to those who can protect him. He will never date anyone like his master before Lucifer.

💵 = Is money an important factor to consider when dating? Does your muse prefer rich partners? 

Ashe: He’s got a very good paying job, so no. He has no preference on his partner’s financial status.

Azure: Not at all. Azure lives in the woods by himself. He doesn’t have nor care about money. (kid’s been surviving off donations/offerings from the villages around the forest)

Cerelia: While it’s bloody money, she makes a LOT of money. She prefers her partner have a stable, legal job. That’s it.

Faelen: He doesn’t care about money or his partner’s financial status. Just so long as they can support each other, he’s happy.

Kuro: No. He’s a demon, so currency means nothing to him.

Ian: He’s a slave and a demon. Money isn’t even something he knows about other than humans seem to value it quite a bit.

💎 = What kind of gemstone would your muse prefer on their engagement or wedding ring? 

Ashe: He would prefer something blue. A sapphire or a blue topaz. He’s not picky though. Anything he and his partner agree on will make him happy.

Azure: He has no preference. His engagement ring from Sebastian was a simple diamond surrounded by aquamarines cut like leaves. It was small and he loved it.

Cerelia: She’s partial to red or black stones. Anything she can wear while doing her job would suit her.

Faelen: Amethyst. He loves purple.

Kuro: Onyx or Ruby would be his preference. His wedding band will probably be black.

Ian: Sandstone or anything a sandy/golden color (topaz, quartz)

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♠ - all muses

♠: What’s one thing you dislike about your Muse?

Ashe: He’s pretty naive. I wish he were more…mature? He’d definitely get into less trouble that way.

Faelen: I don’t like how meek he is. It’s a huge part of his character, but it still bothers me.

Cerelia: Her personality is too all over the place. I can’t nail it down, and it’s frustrating. She’s supposed to be a badass, but then she’s not sometimes and the lack of consistency is getting on my nerves.

Kuro: I’m scared to rp him as violently as he really is. (so something more about me than him really)I just don’t want people getting upset or offended/don’t want to rp with him because he’s just so…rage filled.

Shiro: He’s hard to play. The quiet, calculating type has never been my strong suite and people quickly lose interest with him because he doesn’t verbally speak much.

Ian: He’s timid. He could easily overpower if he just took the reign into his own hands and actually committed. Starved and abused, he still goes out and takes down healthy and strong demons for Lucifer. He could do so much if he tried.

Azure: I don’t like how much he blames himself for everything. Even little things.

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Blab - all muses ( or at least, the ones that even have any secrets )

Blab: Three secrets they’re keeping 

Cerelia: 1. I am the hybrid child of an angel and demon. (she has no clue which two or that they’re the original Celestial King and Queen of their respective realm) 2. I’m still loyal to Gale who raised me (Celestial King of the Wind) 3. I know what happened to Faelen. (when he does die…)

Ashe: 1. Celestial Queen Tundra’s blessed my family. (honestly a huge secret for them) 2. 3. Faelen: 1. I never wanted to go to war.2. I hate my mother and father (biological) 3. I think I’m love with my best friend. (verse: book) Kuro: 1. A reaper saved my life when I was a child. 2. I killed my “mother” and “father”3. When Shiro is far away, my senses are dull.

Shiro: 1. When Kuro is far away, I get really sleepy.2. I hate the taste and texture of blood.3.

Ian: 1. I asked for Lucifer to kill my previous master, and helped him do it.2. My real name is James Sandalius Dosne3. I love Lucifer.

Azure: 1. 2. 3.