Fairy Tail RP

Would you like to react to this message? Create an account in a few clicks or log in to continue.

• Patch Notes •                 • New User Guide •                • Guild Information •

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


    Ice Queen

    Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Of Ishval- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- So Extra- EXP Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Hired Help- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Helper- Guild Creator- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Obligatory Beach Episode- Shipped- Dank Memer- Taskmaster- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- X-Mas Event Participant- Motor City Rush- Best GFX Artist Award- Player 
    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Posts : 1001
    Guild : Rune Knights (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 200
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 5,575,453

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Serilda Sinclair 15th August 2020, 6:59 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    The pain was blinding. There were a solid ten seconds where she couldn’t see anything but blackness, couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in her ears. She hadn’t even processed the fact that Xiuhcoatl had starting attacking the strange girl. Serilda fought past the pain that was coursing through her body, and turned to watch what was going on. Mythal knocked the real Lexa out of the room -- it was the real Lexa, right? The second Lexa was staring her down, but Mythal’s body cut the glare off.

    Refusing to let the man fight this battle alone, she tried to push herself to her feet, but the run through calf immediately seized and it was back down to the ground she went. She was growling through the pain and her head was throbbing, but she wasn’t going to give up. Serilda gripped her scimitar tightly, furious that she could only sit there and watch as Mythal faced off against the creepy clone, who still had her sights set on the injured woman. The girl let out a shriek that shredded her ears.

    The man and the girl fought viciously, but the little freak had one advantage that was difficult for either of them to keep track of. The girl disappeared again, teleporting back over in front of Serilda. Fear was clawing at the walls of her mind but she gripped her sword and prepared to defend herself -- until another portal opened up. Serilda knew what was coming, but before the attack could strike, she felt a pair of hands grab her under her arms and toss her to the side. Serilda rolled across the rough ground, shrieking in pain as the weapons embedded in her got jostled and pushed deeper through her limbs.

    It was once again Xiuhcoatl that came to the rescue, appearing out of nowhere while the woman was distracted with her spell. The wolf jumped up and slammed her body into the girl’s with the full strength of momentum from her superior speed. Lexa stumbled to the side and shot a glare toward the pup, but by then it was already too late. Mythal had recovered, despite having several daggers poking out of his back. His fist was completely ashen in color, a move that Serilda had only seen him use once before, very recently.

    With a single punch, he sent the clone flying. Serilda dared to hope that was the end of it, but then the girl spoke a sentence that put another shiver down her spine and disappeared. The wolf was standing protectively in front of her, muzzle dripping with whatever passed for blood in the abomination they’d just fought. Only once she was sure the clone was gone, given that her scent and everything had disappeared, did the pup turn to Serilda. Whimpering, she started trying to lick the wound on the woman’s calf.

    “Xiuh, stop,” she groaned, the command not a very forceful one. Serilda pulled the hound to her body and hugged it tight, trying to reassure the animal. Xiuhcoatl turned to lick her mistress’s face, big eyes worried. “I’ll be okay, it’s okay,” she whispered, soothing the hound.

    Though she was holding to the animal, her eyes were on her partner where he swayed. The man stumbled over to her and she immediately caught his shoulders to keep him from falling forward. “Careful!” she told him. In the desert she’d been concerned about an infection growing on his back. Right now, she was fully worried for his life. Serilda tried to look over his shoulder at the weapons embedded there, even as he eyed her own. “We need to get you out of here…”

    Stubbornly, he stayed focused on her. Warning her ahead of him, she gasped when he slipped his arms under her and pulled her up. “Wait! Stop, you’re going to make your own injuries worse!” Serilda insisted, though she couldn’t really do much to stop him. She winced at the pain when the injuries got jostled again, biting off another pained cry. Her free hand gripped the front of his shirt tightly in an attempt to mediate the pain, and he’d feel her body trembling in his arms from the effort of fighting it back.

    Xiuhcoatl whimpered again when Mythal asked her to take the lead, wanting to but uncertain about following a command that came from someone other than Serilda. The woman looked down. “Go, Xiuh. It’s okay.” The hound moved through the door ahead of them, eager to get out of this strange place.

    The man walked after the animal, and Serilda turned to look at him, her face etched with frustration as much as open worry. “Mythal, please,” she told him quietly, making an effort not to yell into his sensitive ears. “You don’t need to carry me, I can manage with a little support. You’re going to kill yourself if you do this..!”

    WORDS: 843/843 | @Mythal Ragnos
    Serilda Sinclair



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

    Knight VIP Status- Regular VIP Status- VIP- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Slayer- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Posts : 790
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 33
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 5,576,695

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 15th August 2020, 7:19 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
    If it honestly weren’t for Xiuhco, the battle would have continued – or ended in a far more dreadful way. The hound had leapt at the Lexa-clone, knocking her off balance and taking the attention away from Mythal. It had created the opening for his fist to ram into her chest, sending her flying and embedding her into the ceiling above. But it had not been enough to end her existence, which the God Slayer had hoped for more than anything. She had uttered a single sentence and then vanished, leaving them with pain and confusion. But she was gone and that was all that mattered. He could relax, kind of. Moving his back in any major fashion caused the knives in his flesh press a little deeper. They weren’t terribly deep for the most part; his clothing had taken the brunt of the attacks and defending him from the worst. But it still stung like a son of a bitch, along with the bruises and cuts the girl herself had brought upon him.

    He nearly lost his footing again as he made his way to Serilda, his vision blurred from the sheer amount of punches that had rained upon him. She caught him by the shoulders before he could topple over, giving him a moment to catch his breath and focus up. She seemed far more concerned for him, just as he was for her and once again they had reached a stubborn impasse – much like they had in the desert. Though there was a good chance that same kind of argument wasn’t going to occur again. He didn’t feel an ounce of anger at her in the least bit and she wasn’t yelling at him… yet. He had no idea if that would change when he slithered his hands underneath her and lifted her up, carrying her as carefully as he could.

    "This ain’t nothin’,” he said through gritted teeth, taking a long moment to let his back settle into position and let her body reach a point of comfortable pain. There was no way they were continuing forward without each one of them wincing and grunting in pain. Once he was settled – and once Serilda had given Xiuhco the go ahead to lead – he began to the slow walk back to the surface. "My back was worse after that djinn bastard fight. My – ah! – clothing is reinforced with my magic. It helps lessen the damage.”

    But that didn’t really help with the bruises and bulging masses on his face and under his clothing. The clone had been impressively strong and she had beaten his entire body like it was a cheap piece of meat. His legs were about the only thing that properly worked at the moment, as they trudged forward behind the hound. "You got a sword through your leg, if you haven’t noticed,” he muttered to her, only sparing a moment to glance down at her concerned face. "Any movement you make, you’re gonna circulate yer blood and make it bleed more. My shirt will keep anymore blood from pourin’ out of me. I’ll be fine,” he told her softly, his tone not quite sharp but certainly unmoving.

    They followed the same path they had come down, eventually managing to climb up the steep incline that led to the outside world. As he took a moment at the stop to relax, he looked around for any sign of Lexa – either one of them at this point. But it seemed both of them had skedaddled and all the better for it. If he saw either of them, he would probably try to punch their faces in. Or well, kick their faces in. "Looks like we’re in the clear…” he said, taking a moment to sniff at the air. "I don’t smell ‘em so.” It’d be pretty impressive if they could outwit his nose.

    He sighed as he looked out ahead. "We got ‘bout an hour’s walk to the next town so buckle in before we…” His voice drifted off as he stared ahead. Even as he was speaking, a lacrima-vehicle was coming around the bend at full speed. As it turned and headed towards them, it started to slow down yet Mythal’s body was already stiffening in defense. "I may need to put you down in a minute…” he said to her softly.

    The vehicle, a lacrima-truck, slowed to a complete stop about ten yards from them and two people hopped out of the cabin. “Hey! We had a girl come running to our house telling us there were some people that needed help! Gods, you’re both injured. Tedd, get the kit from under your side’s seat. We have to help these two.”

    "Who the hell are you two?” Mythal demanded, his voice sharp enough to stop both the men in their tracks.

    “We’re from a small farm down the path, mister. Like I said, some blonde-haired girl said there were people here in need of help before she booked it.” The passenger, Tedd apparently, explained.

    Lexa… but which one? It seemed awfully convenient but… perhaps the original had taken his throwing her out of the room as meaning to go get help. Either way, neither of them were in any condition to fight. He bent down gently and helped Serilda onto the ground, doing his best to keep her wounds from being knocked around much more. "Her first. And no funny business; I’ll be watchin’ you two,”




    STATISTICS
    HP: x/y
    MP: x/y
    Spells Used: list them here
    Abilities Active: list them and their effects here
    Weapons Equipped: list/link them here
    Monsters Killed: list here
    Other Notes: reeeeeee this should scroll if you type too much
    IVYLEAF33



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


    Ice Queen

    Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Of Ishval- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- So Extra- EXP Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Hired Help- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Helper- Guild Creator- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Obligatory Beach Episode- Shipped- Dank Memer- Taskmaster- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- X-Mas Event Participant- Motor City Rush- Best GFX Artist Award- Player 
    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Posts : 1001
    Guild : Rune Knights (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 200
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 5,575,453

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Serilda Sinclair 15th August 2020, 7:24 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Serilda honestly had no idea just how strong Mythal really was. As a Slayer, he could take a lot more damage than post people, but she had zero exposure to Slayer in battles. All she could see was a man with several sharp instruments protruding from his flesh, trying to use his reserves of strength so she didn’t have to get hurt even more. To his credit, he did explain that his new clothes had helped him a lot -- supposedly it was reinforced with his magic, meaning the blades hadn’t injured him nearly as badly as it looked.

    But he was still beaten pretty badly. With their faces as close as they were, she could see the places he was starting to swell, even in the dim lighting in the tunnel. For a brief moment, her hand moved on instinct to reach out and touch one lump that was already forming on his cheek, but before the limb had even moved an inch it was vividly reminded of the dagger pierced through it. “Ah..!” Serilda winced. Relief flooded through her, though. What had brought that on? Hopefully he’d just taken the movement for being jostled in his arms a bit.

    Either way, he insisted that he would be fine and explained that if he let her walk it was going to be much worse for her than it would be on him if he carried her. Shockingly, she didn’t argue. “Okay,” the woman told him quietly. How could she argue? Honestly, that would have just made her a hypocrite at this point after everything that had happened in Desierto. So for once she bit the bullet and let someone else take care of her instead of the other way around, though she certainly didn’t stop worrying the whole walk.

    When they got outside, they were alone. Both Lexa’s had disappeared, it seemed, and probably for their own good. Even in her current state, Serilda wouldn’t hesitate to drop that bitch underground and let her try to breathe stone. The view ahead reminded her that they weren’t exactly close to any place that would be able to give them sufficient medical care. But as he was gearing them up for the travel, they sensed the approach of a vehicle. Mythal tensed up, and Serilda brandished her blade with one arm, holding on to him with the other, determined to fight in her current placement if she had to.

    The vehicle screeched to a halt in front of them, and Xiuhcoatl had placed herself between the car and the wizards, snarling a warning that backed up Mythal’s demands for information. When the two explained that they’d been sent by Lexi, Serilda shared a look with Mythal. Ultimately, she shrugged, knowing they really couldn’t afford to say no.

    He set her down gently, and she bit back the dizziness that came over her from moving too much. Serilda soothed her hound, commanding her not to attack the men as they approached her slowly, not wanting to agitate the animal further. It didn’t take them long to realize they were going to need more than just bandages. “We have a healer back at the village,” one of them explained. “We need to get you back there. I’m sorry, miss, we have to leave these in just a bit longer. Don’t want you bleeding out..”

    She waved off the explanation. “It’s fine. I can handle it,” Serilda told him, her voice sounding much more affirmative than she felt.

    Not long after that, they were finally given a chance to rest. Removing the blades had been excruciating. Serilda almost passed out the second time, half fainting where she sat as her vision turned gray. The healer the town had wasn’t nearly as skilled or trained as ones they’d fight in the larger cities, but she had enough talent and knowhow to at least save their skins. The wounds would heal fully over time, but they would be sore for a while.

    The two of them were put in a small room that served as an infirmary, each with a bed. The Voidmage had fallen asleep before being placed in the room, Xiuhcoatl nestled across her. The pup would stay awake for some time protecting the woman before getting some shut eye as well. Both the wounds and the healings had taken their toll on Serilda’s strength; she was asleep for most of the day before finally stirring back to consciousness.

    The first thing she saw was the hound, who eagerly got in her face and started licking it affectionately. “Yes, I’m okay,” Serilda told the wolf as she slowly tried to sit up and take stock of where she was.

    WORDS: 798/1641 | @Mythal Ragnos
    Serilda Sinclair



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

    Knight VIP Status- Regular VIP Status- VIP- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Slayer- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Posts : 790
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 33
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 5,576,695

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 15th August 2020, 7:25 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
    Luckily these people seemed authentically there to offer aid. They checked on Serilda carefully, examining her wounds and concluding that bandages weren’t going to do much here. They had a healer in the village not far from there and were willing to transport them there. They apologized profusely for not being able to remove the swords but the Voidwalker simply waved off their concerns, understanding the predicament. They set up as comfortable a spot in the back of the truck for them and headed off, finally taking them away from the ruins and the headache it had caused.

    The healing process was going to be a long one, even with magical aid. It wouldn’t sideline either of them for an extended amount of time but it was going to be painful and annoying. Removing the blades from Serilda was painful just to watch but Mythal stayed there, refusing to be helped until they had sealed up her wounds and given her the most of the healing. Once she was out of the woods, they tended to him. His wounds were far less egregious but they sure looked bad. By the end they were able to seal the cuts and mend some of the expansion of his lumps but both of them were going to be quite discomforted for a while. They were both ordered to bed rest; a demand that Mythal heavily resented and attempted to fight them on.

    But in the end, he relented – if only because he was informed there was no bar nearby he could drink his pain away. So there he stayed, stubbornly refusing to go to sleep for quite some time before magical depletion finally got the best of him and he passed out. He slept for what felt like days but it must have only been a few hours, jerking up right and grunting as the soreness cried out all on him.

    His shirt had been taken, one of the men in the village claimed to be a tailor, and was being mended. It wouldn’t have mattered; he had bandages wrapped around his torso so heavily that putting it back on would have been fruitless. The right side of his face was also bandaged, to keep the swelling down on some of his bruises. He groaned gently and rubbed the opposite side of his head, his fingers scratching at his hair idly.

    He sighed as he plopped back down in the bed, his eye closing as if to go back to sleep. He thought about it and then the lid slid back open, his head turning to the opposite side to look out of the window. The last beams of sunlight were poking over the hillsides and mountains in the distance, colorful waves of goodnight from the blistering ball of heat. Plenty of lanterns lined the room to allow them to see but it was still dark enough that Mythal actually felt fairly comfortable. He heard movement from behind him and turned his head to look at Serilda, finally stirring from sleep. Xiuhco was already licking her face, the hound all too worried about her master and the Voidmage did her best to ease her nerves.

    "She stayed with you the whole time,” he said, turning his head to look back at the ceiling. "Pretty sure she’d’ve bitten someone’s fingers off if they tried to move her away,” he said, his voice teetering on chuckling but not quite making it. He was far too tired to laugh.




    STATISTICS
    HP: x/y
    MP: x/y
    Spells Used: list them here
    Abilities Active: list them and their effects here
    Weapons Equipped: list/link them here
    Monsters Killed: list here
    Other Notes: reeeeeee this should scroll if you type too much
    IVYLEAF33



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


    Ice Queen

    Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Of Ishval- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- So Extra- EXP Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Hired Help- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Helper- Guild Creator- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Obligatory Beach Episode- Shipped- Dank Memer- Taskmaster- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- X-Mas Event Participant- Motor City Rush- Best GFX Artist Award- Player 
    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Posts : 1001
    Guild : Rune Knights (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 200
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 5,575,453

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Serilda Sinclair 15th August 2020, 7:27 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    She hadn't felt Mythal's presence in the room just yet, mostly because she was a bit groggy as she awoke. It wasn't a surprise that he was there, though. She glanced at him, taking in his condition with her eyes as he explained that Xiuhcoatl had stayed with her the whole time she'd been asleep. Serilda pulled the wolf up against her chest and snuggled her closely, fingers splaying into the animal's thick black fur as she closed her eyes and nuzzled her forehead against the pup's.

    “You're such a good girl,” Serilda told the hound softly. A tired and relieved, but honest, smile spread her lips as she held the animal close. It was like she was a completely different woman in that moment, as truthfully her relationship with the pup was more than just a mistress. Mythal had only seen them together while actively on jobs where Serilda had to reinforce the training and be stern and attentive, but when they were at leisure she was openly affectionate toward the smaller creature.

    Xiuhcoatl's fluffy tail whapped heavily against the bed, and she practically flug herself at the woman's torso, leaning against her and demanding pets like any common house dog with an open mouthed grin on her face. Serilda laughed quietly and rubbed the hound all over. “I’m so proud of you! Only one ignored command in two jobs. Your training is almost complete, I think.”

    Once she had given the pup some much earned attention, she once more turned to Mythal. “How are you feeling?” the woman asked him, her features fading back into sober concern. He was absolutely covered in bandages, more so than she was. Guilt rippled over her for letting him carry her out like he had. Not to mention the fact that he had stayed until she was taken care of, and then hadn't been able to stay away through his turn of healing.

    Behind him, she could see the sun lowering in the horizon through the window, and she realized she'd been asleep for a while. Ushering Xiuh off the bed, Serilda threw back the covers and examined her own bandages. They'd changed her clothes completely at some point, taking them to be cleaned and fixed. She was wearing what amounted to a hospital pajamas: thin sweatpants and a tshirt.

    Pulling up the pant leg, she checked her calf. The bandage was clean and looked professional, at least. Same with her arm. Slowly, she swung her legs off the bed and attempted to stand. Her injured leg seized a little, causing her to wince and teeter for a moment, but it was nearly as bad as before. Just very sore. Carefully, she moved over to the window. Xiuh followed her the whole way, tail flapping wildly in excitement for her mistress being up and moving.

    Serilda looked out the glass at the fading light and the town that lay beyond the building. “Any news on where Lexa ran off to?” By her tone, she was asking about the real one who had hired them, not the abomination they'd fought.

    WORDS: 529/2170 | @Mythal Ragnos
    Serilda Sinclair



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

    Knight VIP Status- Regular VIP Status- VIP- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Slayer- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Posts : 790
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 33
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 5,576,695

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 15th August 2020, 7:28 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
    Serilda took a few moments to reassure her hound, whispering sweet compliments to the animal. Mythal simply lay there as she did, though there was almost a hint of a smile on his face as she did so. He did respect a person that treated their animal as a friend – as someone worth praising rather than just some tool. But he could tell that Xiuhco was already well respected by the woman after their first meeting; one could just tell when an animal was ill-treated by its masters. Though it did feel a bit like being in the same room as a couple that was seeing each other for the first time after an accident.

    She finally addressed him, after a proper amount of affection was rendered upon the hound. He opened his eye to look at her and snorted. "Honestly? Just more sore than anythin’ else. Feel like I’m back at the monastery – all these bruises and bumps are just like when I was trainin’,” he explained almost idly, more amused than bothered. But he could see the concern nearly radiating off of her like magical energy. He sighed and turned his head so he could give her his full focus. "I’m fine. Told you before; I’ve had much worse. These bandages are more to help the swelling go down than anythin’ else. Hell, my back was in worse condition after those rocks in Desierto. Might’ve been different if she had pulled out swords rather than knives from her bullcrap hole but…” He was certain there would have been a far different outcome if she’d summoned the same weapons she had skewered Serilda with.

    He remained laying down as Serilda swung her legs over the edge of the bed and decided to test out her strength. The doctors had recommended she stay off it for a day or so but then again, she seemed just as stupidly stubborn as he. If he told her that, she’d probably still be here trying to move on it. She nearly toppled over but managed to ground herself, finding a perfect balance between comfortable and sore.

    He continued to watch her as she hobbled over to the window and looked out at the fading sun. She asked about Lexa and he couldn’t help but scoff. "They sent out a search party to try and find her after they brought us in – lotta’ help that did. By then she was long gone and they couldn’t pick up any kind of trail. Good thing too; if they brought her back, pretty sure I’d knock her head to Midi for that crap we just went through,” He was just a bit agitated and it showed in his tone. But it was pointless now; she was far off and away now.

    All they could do is focus on themselves. "How ‘bout you?” he asked, finally pushing himself up so he could sit. "Somehow you got the worst of it and I’m the one lookin’ like hell stomped on me. You feelin’ alright?”



    STATISTICS
    HP: x/y
    MP: x/y
    Spells Used: list them here
    Abilities Active: list them and their effects here
    Weapons Equipped: list/link them here
    Monsters Killed: list here
    Other Notes: reeeeeee this should scroll if you type too much
    IVYLEAF33



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


    Ice Queen

    Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Of Ishval- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- So Extra- EXP Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Hired Help- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Helper- Guild Creator- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Obligatory Beach Episode- Shipped- Dank Memer- Taskmaster- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- X-Mas Event Participant- Motor City Rush- Best GFX Artist Award- Player 
    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Posts : 1001
    Guild : Rune Knights (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 200
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 5,575,453

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Serilda Sinclair 15th August 2020, 7:30 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Mythal took the time and energy to assure her he was just fine, promising that the fiasco in Desierto had done far more damage than this incident. Serilda couldn’t tell if he meant it or was just trying to keep her relaxed, but he did seem to be okay. He did seem about as frustrated regarding Lexa as she felt, however, grumbling over the fact that she was nowhere to be found.

    She absolutely shared his sentiments. The woman wanted nothing more than to put everything that had just happened behind them, but deep in her heart she knew they were going to need to follow this through until the end. They couldn’t let whatever that thing had been just roam freely among innocent people. As she looked out the window, images of the young girl flashed through her mind, the vats of oozing liquids exploding, holes opening out of nowhere to shoot weapons at them, blood curdling screams, empty eyes…

    Serilda realized she was trembling. She clenched her hand into a fist and took a deep breath to steady herself. Nightmares were probably going to plague her for a bit, after all this was over. She was not a woman easily intimidated, but many things that fell in line with the supernatural scared her more than she liked to admit.

    Luckily, Mythal shook her from the thoughts by asking about her own state. “Don’t you always look like that?” she asked when he mentioned how badly he looked in comparison to her, despite that she’d been the worser injured. Sapphire eyes flicked over to him with a small hint of amusement; her second joke ever. The tiniest of smiles pulled on the side of her lips before she looked outside again. “I’m sore,” the woman admitted, shifting her weight a bit. “My pride is hurt more than anything else. Seems to be a recurring theme with me, lately.”

    Being hurt to the point he’d had to carry her out, having a woman try to make out with her in front of dozens of people on a mission, sleeping with a man that had barely been more than a stranger at the time after having a screaming match with him… Needless to say, her life had been a bit more unpredictable than she usually preferred it recently. Her discipline was being tested, and she was failing more often than she liked.

    Turning, Serilda looked at him again, this time with a curious expression. “You were in a monastery..?” she asked. He’d mentioned he had martial arts training, which was evident in the way he fought, but he’d never mentioned being a monk before. Not that he really talked about himself all that much, of course. Eighty percent of their conversation since they’d met had only been about work. It was hard to picture him as a monk, particularly given his affection for liquor.

    WORDS: 497/2667 | @Mythal Ragnos
    Serilda Sinclair



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

    Knight VIP Status- Regular VIP Status- VIP- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Slayer- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Posts : 790
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 33
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 5,576,695

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 15th August 2020, 7:31 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
    As much as he hated to admit it – and he never would out loud – he was of the same sentiment as Serilda. Though it would have been much easier to just move past this unfortunate encounter, they had started down a path that demanded answers. Lexa and her clone -- or was it sister like the other one had said? – were part of something that demanded attention now. It wasn’t so much scientific curiosity as it was retribution; they had endangered both of their lives and they were owed answers and a bit of payback. He sighed through his nostrils as he thought back to the room they had been in; the tubes, the suits of armor, the strange liquid that had covered the floor as they fought… it was all the stuff nightmares were made of.

    And yet, it still wasn’t half as horrifying as some of the things he had seen.

    He nearly fell out of his bed as she shot her sarcastic comment at him. He looked right at her, even as her gaze met his and the playful look in her eyes was bright; a sheer contrast to its normal sternness. He blinked at her a few times before he casually smirked and chuckled. "I think your injuries are the least of your problems. You seem to have caught a bad case of personality. We might need to get you checked out again.” He wasn’t often humorous without some alcohol in his veins but what the hell, they’d just survived an ordeal. Adrenaline was almost as palpable as booze in the long run.

    She owned up to the soreness, which was understandable. Most people would be in a lot worse situations if they had suffered such grievous injuries so a little pain was the least of the problems. As she continued and admitted that her pride had been bruised, apparently numerous times, he shrugged and leaned back against the pillows on his head. "That’s easy; don’t have any pride. Works wonders for me.” he said, half-jokingly as he pointed at himself with his thumb. With his small jest aside, he continued. "You ain’t got nothin’ to have a hurt pride over. Most people would have ducked and run within ten minutes in that cave. You stayed there – hell, I saw you even trying to fight after you got doubly impaled. So cut yerself some slack.”

    If it hadn’t been for his past, he’d probably be right there with her. They’d seen some truly creepy crap down in those tunnels and, while it wouldn’t haunt him or keep him up at night, it would certainly make him wonder for days to come. As a complete one eighty, she turned the topic of conversation to his upbringing in the monastery. He stared at her for a long moment, wondering how she had seemingly picked that out of the air. But then he remembered he had just mentioned it only a moment ago. "For about ten years or so, yeah. I was… pretty down on my luck and nearly died in the wilds. These Midians picked my dumb ass up and brought me to their monastery. I planned on cuttin’ the minute I got better but… well, their martial training was kinda infatuating. They harnessed the strength of their bodies and minds and combined them to make a stupidly powerful force. That’s why my magic stays almost completely within my body,” he explained, bringing his right arm up and activating his magic. The black veins popped up on his flesh over his hand, throbbing in a slow, rhythmic tempo. "But I ain’t no monk, if that’s what yer wonderin’. They were all about the purity of the soul which meant no booze and that’s not how I roll.” He’d tried it for a time but he found the longer he was sober, the more nightmares that came to him as he slept. Easier to drown them in an ocean of liquor.



    STATISTICS
    HP: x/y
    MP: x/y
    Spells Used: list them here
    Abilities Active: list them and their effects here
    Weapons Equipped: list/link them here
    Monsters Killed: list here
    Other Notes: reeeeeee this should scroll if you type too much
    IVYLEAF33



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


    Ice Queen

    Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Of Ishval- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- So Extra- EXP Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Hired Help- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Helper- Guild Creator- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Obligatory Beach Episode- Shipped- Dank Memer- Taskmaster- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- X-Mas Event Participant- Motor City Rush- Best GFX Artist Award- Player 
    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Posts : 1001
    Guild : Rune Knights (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 200
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 5,575,453

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Serilda Sinclair 15th August 2020, 7:32 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    “Oh, shut up,” she told him, rolling her eyes. Serilda sounded annoyed, but the tiny smirk hadn't quite left her face.

    He did try to comfort her regarding the pride thing, and she took note of it, but he didn't quite seem to realize everything she'd been implying when she talked about sore pride. That was fine by her. A part of her realized that her life had become more complicated when she'd met the rough man, but she didn't want him thinking she was trying to blame him for her own faults. Not to mention, he didn't really know where she was coming from. He was trying though, and she took that for what it was.

    “That doesn't come so easily to me,” she admitted to him honestly. Pride was a must for a woman of her station, as was her sense of duty. “But thank you.”

    Mythal watched her for a long moment when she asked her question, and during that time she thought that perhaps she’d touched on a subject she shouldn’t have brought up. It seemed like a small thing to her, but perhaps it wasn’t to him. She was about to tell him he didn’t have to answer when he started speaking again. He talked about how he’d been picked up by Midians as a kid, saved more like. Despite his original intentions, he’d stayed and learned much from them for a decade or so, ultimately deciding not to commit to their ranks due to a difference in world views.

    Serilda listened quietly as he talked, her gaze holding him with her full attention. By the end of it, she nodded her understanding. A part of her wanted to ask why he was so married to booze, but she had the tact not to. Her experience with people who drank was that they typically did so for a reason, and usually they weren’t happy ones.

    Instead, she decided to ask a different one. Leaning against the window to take some of the pressure of her tender calf, Serilda told him, “Feel free to tell me if I’m being too inquisitive. I just… am confused, I guess.” She paused, trying to figure out how to word her next question. “Since I’ve met you, I’ve seen you throw yourself into a lot of danger. You’ve risked your life several times, taken the brunt of attacks meant for others, carried me out of those ruins while fighting your own injuries…” Serilda touched on just a couple of things she’d observed him doing. It wasn’t with the intent of praising him -- she wasn’t the praising type most days, and she already knew he was uncomfortable with such things anyway -- but they were things that confused her about him.

    “If you dislike people as greatly as you do, why do you keep helping them at your own expense…?”

    WORDS: 496/3163 | @Mythal Ragnos
    Serilda Sinclair



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

    Knight VIP Status- Regular VIP Status- VIP- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Slayer- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Posts : 790
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 33
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 5,576,695

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 15th August 2020, 7:36 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
    He wasn’t surprised to hear her admit that simply being told to stop beating herself up wasn’t going to cut it. She seemed just as stubborn as he was and frankly, he could understand that. Her thanks for his words earned her a casual shrug, a gesture that simply said ‘that’s the truth as far as I see it’. As far as his story went, she listened with quiet focus, having asked a question merely on a whim given his freely-offered information. Much like Markus and Nessa, Mythal found himself fairly at ease with Serilda or at least, comfortable enough to speak frankly and not fully stumble over his words like an idiot. Plus he could easily tell her about his past without getting into too much detail. Made it easier, he supposed.

    But his story – or more accurately, his actions – had created another line of inquiry for her. She rested herself on the window and gave him her full attention, giving him an out ahead of time before ultimately getting to her question. And it was, yet again, another he couldn’t really blame her for asking. She’d seen him, several times at this point, throw himself willingly into combat and dangerous situations without a second thought. He’d put life and limb on the line almost every time he’d worked with her, taken the higher road when the lesser was easier and more secluded. She asked him a loaded question; why did he risk himself to save people; humans that he had admitted he despised so much that he didn’t even want them touching him.

    He was quiet for a while, his eye slightly meeting hers but more staring through her. He looked like he was weighing whether he wanted to answer her or simply take the easy way out and tell her she was pressing too far. And truthfully, he was; he was mentally stacking scales to see which option was more likely to happen or was, even more truthfully, the best one to happen. He slowly pushed himself out of the bed and stepped up to the window, his eyes now focusing on the approaching darkness. The sun was all but gone and the only light that illuminated either of their faces were the sconces on the walls. The silence was almost deafening as he slowly closed his one clear eye and came to a decision.

    "My… dislike for humanity is complicated,” he admitted softly, his focus still forward and not on her. "I don’t like bein’ near them, I don’t like them bein’ near me and I generally just keep to myself. I’ve… mentioned that things in my past have fueled this hatred for most of my life, like some kind of burning fire I can’t seem to put out. Pro’lly never will either. But it ain’t as easy as just hatin’ all of mankind because as much as I hate to admit it, there are some that are better than the rest. People that are actual lights among the choking darkness. And more than that, there are those that are neither scum nor beacons – they’re just tryin’ to survive in this world of ours. I see all these different areas of people but to me, we’re all the same.”

    He sighed. "Despite everything, I believe everyone is created equal, at least at the start. Humanity is humanity and that means we all suck just the same. But other people… they try to better their lives by puttin’ down others. Slavery, murder, sacrifices…” The last word was a bit more strained than the others. "Pisses me off. And the people that try an’ do better for others, people that actually give a damn and try and help other people, people like y-…” He cut himself off, getting a bit more worked up than he meant to. His head dropped slightly, his gaze moving away from the sky as the last streaks of color finally faded into the endless cosmic plane. "Like you, there are people who try to make the world a little brighter. I won’t let the darkness snuff that out; I can’t. Pro’lly because it’s the only hope I have that humanity can be worth a damn someday.”

    He finally turned his head to look at her, his eye meeting hers. "And I won’t let those that are just tryin’ to survive get dragged into the shadows either. Too many of us are already in there.”



    STATISTICS
    HP: x/y
    MP: x/y
    Spells Used: list them here
    Abilities Active: list them and their effects here
    Weapons Equipped: list/link them here
    Monsters Killed: list here
    Other Notes: reeeeeee this should scroll if you type too much
    IVYLEAF33



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


    Ice Queen

    Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Of Ishval- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- So Extra- EXP Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Hired Help- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Helper- Guild Creator- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Obligatory Beach Episode- Shipped- Dank Memer- Taskmaster- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- X-Mas Event Participant- Motor City Rush- Best GFX Artist Award- Player 
    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Posts : 1001
    Guild : Rune Knights (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 200
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 5,575,453

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Serilda Sinclair 15th August 2020, 7:38 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    He didn’t say anything for a long time, his eyes looking at her without really seeing her. Mythal was locked somewhere in a memory, she knew. Serilda was all too familiar with that kind of look. After a minute or so had passed she thought to speak up and tell him not to worry about answering, but stopped herself. She had already given him an out if he truly wanted it, and reiterating that wasn’t going to do anything for either of them. So she waited patiently, giving him the time he needed to decide if he wanted to talk or not.

    Decision made, the man rose to his feet and joined her over at the window. He looked outside, where the light was all but faded. It wouldn’t be much longer than a few minutes before the sun was gone completely from the horizon. The flickering candlelight on the wall was all that illuminated them, now. When he spoke, it was with the words of a man that knew he was jaded. He told her how, while his reasons for hating humans were more than valid in his own mind, he knew that not everyone was responsible for whatever had happened to him. Some people were truly good in nature, and even he with all his hatred and resentment couldn’t deny that.

    But he absolutely had a problem with anyone that tried to better their own lives no matter the cost to those around them. It was a sentiment she wholeheartedly agreed with. As a woman of privilege, she’d had more than enough exposure to men and women that thought so highly of themselves that they didn’t give a damn what happened to the people around them, so long as they profited from it. Serilda had been fortunate enough to have been raised in a strict but kind environment. She had a lot of expectations on her shoulders, but many of those expectations were that she do the right thing by herself as well as by others. To do otherwise would stain her family’s name in a way that would be irredeemable.

    Serilda had been looking down for a moment as he spoke, her eyes lost in the dim shadows that had swept themselves across the room, when he cut himself off mid word. A slight frown of confusion furrowed onto her face as she looked back up at him. She hadn’t missed where he’d almost gone with that comment. The woman though he was going to stop himself there or awkwardly shift himself around the slip, but instead she was surprised when he decided to finish the statement. Mythal explained that, despite their butting personalities and past arguments, he saw her as someone that was actively trying to make the world a better place. And that was something he valued more than his hatred: hope that maybe, someday, things wouldn’t be so shitty.

    He finally looked at her and explained that he didn’t want others to have to wallow in that darkness like he had. By that point she was so caught up in what he was saying, and confused by the emotions smacking her brain around in circles, that all Serilda could do was just look up at him. She wanted to comfort him, somehow, but didn’t know how. Her family had always been so formal and subtle with one another that she’d never really learned how to encourage someone in a way that wouldn’t come off as cold or pragmatic.

    Cautiously, not even truly aware of what she was doing until it had already happened, Serilda, reached across the miniscule distance between them and gently took her hand in his. Manicured fingers nestled themselves between his calloused ones. There wasn’t a whole lot she could say. She had grown up wealthy and respected, and had never wanted for anything. The woman honestly couldn’t even begin to fathom just what kind of horrors he’d lived through to reach this nearly contradictory state.

    But she knew, now, that there was a lot more to him than she’d originally thought, and more than he liked to lead on. Anything she thought to say just sounded… insincere in her head. Serilda didn’t want to offer him meaningless platitudes, nor did she want him to feel like he was being pitied -- a feeling she would resent, in his shoes. So instead, she offered him her hand, honestly not sure if he would take it or pull back in stubborn disgust. It wasn’t really something she was thinking about in that moment. Her eyes felt like they were glued on him, and her chest was pounding in a way that she hadn’t felt for years.

    Luckily, right about the time she was inkling with the idea of moving even closer to him, she sensed the approach of someone outside the dark room. The person opened the door, and both the sound and the light snapped her out of her current mindset. Like a teenager caught by her parents with a boy in the room, Serilda immediately pulled away and tried to stand upright again to put some space between them.

    Instead, her tender calf seized. With a yelp, she dropped to the floor. The light from outside flooded fully into the room, and there stood the healing woman. She blinked at the two of them, but whatever thoughts she may have had she chose to keep to herself. “Well, since you’re both awake and moving…” the lady said, putting a little stern emphasis on the latter word since they were both supposed to be bedridden. “Would you like to come have some dinner?”

    WORDS: 943/4106 | @Mythal Ragnos
    Serilda Sinclair



    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

    Knight VIP Status- Regular VIP Status- VIP- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Slayer- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Posts : 790
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 33
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 5,576,695

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

    Bonds Don't Come Cheap Empty Re: Bonds Don't Come Cheap

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 15th August 2020, 7:44 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
    This was, by far, the most open Mythal had been… with anyone. His adoptive father had known everything about how he had been brought into this world and the details behind that, he had raised him up until he was sixteen. But he hadn’t known what happened after that – and after he had died, the God Slayer’s secrets had been locked behind a mental vault. Yes, he had opened up more recently – Serilda had already opened up that box a little bit prior to this, along with Nessa and Markus, but never this in depth. Even without the finer details, he was opening up about his philosophy; both the hypocritical nature of it and his awareness of its jaded edge. To most people, it probably wouldn't mean much. It was simply an explanation that generally wouldn't have required as much secretive notions behind it. But Mythal had spent so much time by himself, letting his own anger and hatred boil like a potion in a cauldron. It was hard for anyone to pull themselves back and realize that, perhaps, they had been a bit too harsh and quick to judge. The God Slayer probably wouldn't go that far but a step was a step, after all.

    He spoke to her honestly and slowly, more amazed at how easy it was to say at this point. In truth, he wasn’t sure he’d ever said it out loud at all, even to himself. It had always remained in his head, a resting idea that grew and expanded and twisted with every experience. What was worse – or perhaps better – was his admittance that despite all his hatred, there was still a glimmer of hope. That throughout all the shit that had ransacked his life, stolen his adoptive father, cursed him with a damned existence, he still had a small speck of a light deep inside.

    He was fortunate, though not surprised, that she listened to him without saying a word. She’d treated him with respect; the only reason she had ever really yelled at him was his endangering of others and his stubbornness to be treated. But when he spoke to her, actually talked to her, she was always mindful and attentive. Almost like she could see something below the surface of his jaded, asshole nature. Or perhaps she was just as stubborn as he. His eyes never left her’s, even as her hand mindlessly drifted over to take hold of his. And without even thinking about it, his own hand and fingers wrapped around hers. There was no hesitation, not shaking as he held it tight within his own. Though she wrestled with what to say, her silence was all the understanding he needed in that moment. She understood him in that moment and frankly, that was the right answer all along.

    "I…” He started, not even really sure what he was going to say. His mind was abuzz with something he couldn’t quite explain. But right before any kind of sentence could leave his mouth; the door was rudely swung open. Serilda pulled her hand back aggressively and then immediately toppled over as she tried to stand up straight. He looked between the woman and Serilda down on the floor once, twice before the woman invited them to dinner, though not without a little snide remark. "Yeah… dinner,” he said, offering his hand to Serilda to help her up. "That’ll help.”

    That’ll really help. That and a cold shower.




    STATISTICS
    HP: x/y
    MP: x/y
    Spells Used: list them here
    Abilities Active: list them and their effects here
    Weapons Equipped: list/link them here
    Monsters Killed: list here
    Other Notes: reeeeeee this should scroll if you type too much
    IVYLEAF33



    _____________________________________________________________________________________


      Current date/time is 20th June 2021, 5:41 am