“…Sincere.
“I have never met someone as unflinchingly genuine as Lady Emmeryn. It is a quality very few possess, and I firmly believe Ylisse is far worse for the wear without her as the Exalt.”
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Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.
(general apology for inactivity
I’ve been feeling extremely unwell over the past few days and can’t really seem to focus on writing for more than a few minutes
I’ll likely be back to doing replies either tomorrow or the day after <3)
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【 Uff … this had already been hard in his head but putting his thoughts into words and actions was something that took a lot of self-encouraging. Yarne had his hands drawn up to his chest, shoulders a little hunched, probably nothing his mother would love to see. Yarne looked around for the other Taguel, sniffing through the air, as he couldn’t find her straight up. It took him a little, before he finally picked up his mother in his eyesight, now walking a little faster, he swiftly caught up to the other Taguel. Tapping his mother’s shoulder lightly, waiting for her attention. 】
» Mother ? «
Panne turned to her son with a gentle smile turning up the corners of her lips, eyes holding a degree of warmth that she reserved specifically for Yarne.
“Greetings, child. How does the day find you?”
The smile faded just a touch as she noted the younger taguel’s protective, nervous stance. “Stand tall, Yarne, as I showed you. We are warriors, and warriors do not posture themselves as if they are about to flee.”
(slams on in here
my dash has been cleansed
my reason to live has been restored)
(WELP
I got hit by the update
and until Xkit fixes this I’m logging out of tumblr, potentially permanently if they don’t take this abomination they call an update back
if I decide to make a soup for Panne I’ll post a link but I don’t plan on coming back to tumblr until I can find some way to cleanse my dash of this horror)
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“Fredewhat?” Connor replied in return, tanned skin paling at the sheer thought of being made to sway stiffly to slow music. That, and the prospect of his sister berating every misstep and missed cue was enough to send the man into sheer panic, he didn’t realize that the Taguel (very generously) played saviour in his hour of need.
“What do you mean, Freddick? What does that cockhead have to do with this? Naga’s unshaved crotch, Panne, now’s not the time for some demonic fitness drill! She’s coming!”
The idea of leaving Connor to his fate tempted Panne for a brief second-- would probably help to curry favor with Rosa, which was always a good idea. After all, it wasn’t Panne’s fault he was too dimwitted to notice that she was sticking her neck out for him.
Still, Connor was one of extremely few humans she didn’t entirely dislike, and one of even fewer who had managed to garner her respect. It would be an awful shame to lose such a talented warrior at the hands of his mercilessly “proper” sister -- he’d likely be beaten to death with a teapot or find some other equally demeaning end, if the Falcon Knight had her way.
“Is it not?” she growled pointedly, with a look that very clearly read ‘play along if you want to save your skin, you absolute imbecile.’ “Because I am fairly certain that our lieutenant has requested your presence. On a patrol. With me.”
Graceful ending. But at least she’d made an attempt.
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Leden very much wanted to grin widely at that reaction, but he knew it wouldn’t make this rabbit-lady any happier than she was already, so he made sure to keep his face as passive as possible. It was, quite simply, a better reaction than he could have hoped for. She seemed to absolutely detest humans because of what they’d done to her kind. Excellent. That meant she could be trusted. She would understand what he’d been through. She would not betray him by giving away his secret.
Unfortunately, that also meant she had to calm down before she was ready to continue speaking to him in a remotely civilized manner. Leden liked to think he was up to that task. He was sure he could find some way to get her to forget she’d been mad at him. Hopefully. But that meant he’d have to apologize, didn’t it? Ugh. Now he knew how all those humans had felt when he’d punched them for calling him a lizard.
“Humans are shit,” Leden concurred. “But I didn’t know they’d go that far. Sorry that happened to you, miss.” Yes, be more respectful for now, it would help her forget that she had been angry at him. All he had to do was get her to calm down, then he could tell her why he’d sought her out.
Eyes narrowed to slits as he spoke, her lips pressing together in a thin line. What on earth was he playing at?
Calm down? Not likely.
“You do not tell me anything I do not already know, and your fumbling apology will not restore what was lost to me. Your sentiment is unnecessary.” Restrained fury bubbled at the edge of her voice. “After all, those who would need to pay for their actions are already dead, long before I had grown.
“I have had enough of this. Leave me, dragon. Go infuriate someone else.”
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Oh what a tragedy, her fur got a little messed up sometimes, what a shame, woe is her. If he weren’t trying to seem friendly, Leden would’ve snorted at that response. At least she didn’t have to deal with her skin breaking out in a horrible rash every day because he brushed up against something it didn’t like. At least she didn’t have to suffer through that rash without scratching it at all, because scratching it would make it start bleeding. At least she could wear clothes without being horribly uncomfortable from the feeling of fabric rubbing against her skin. Although she wasn’t really wearing pants, now that Leden thought about it. Well that was… weird.
“Hey, at least your fur keeps gross stuff from getting on your skin,” Leden countered, making sure to keep his voice cheerful, even adding a bit of a chuckle at the end. “My skin would hate getting any of that stuff on it. I fell in a bush the other day, and my entire body was red for a fortnight.” Yes, keep the conversation light and cheerful. See what this person was like. See if she’d be willing to help him.
“Besides, I’m sure you get people just falling over you, begging to pet your fluff,” Leden added, laughing at the thought of it. “You could probably even charge people a bit of gold to pet it. If I were you, I’d be making a killing.”
And with that particular suggestion evaporated the last of Panne’s already limited patience. Let it never be said that it wasn’t easy to push her into snapping at her comrades.
She didn’t know who this oddity of a manakete thought he was, with his false laughter and his need to throw pity parties right and left, but she was done with him.
“I would rather be pelted a thousand times over than allow those filthy man-spawn the chance to touch me as if I were some common house animal,” she scowled, her tone bitter. “If they wanted the chance to stroke the fur of a taguel, they should have thought of it before they decided to slaughter the entirety of my kind.
“Now tell me, what is it you seek of me? Do you expect me to mutter a few words and magically cure what ails you? Cast a spell and give you fur instead of scales? Because if so, I am afraid you have mistaken me for one of the mages -- I am certain they will be much more helpful in your endeavors.”
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Shit. Leden hadn’t even thought she’d notice his skin issues so quickly. Still, he was always prepared for someone to ask about his skin. He wasn’t about to just say “oh no you caught me, I’m a dragon,” after all. He’d gone most of his life pretending he wasn’t a dragon. If he hadn’t prepared for just that sort of query, he wouldn’t be very good at that act at all.
“I have a skin disease, thank you very much,” Leden responded, trying his best to act as if he’d been wounded by her words. “It’s exactly why I’m jealous of that fluff you’ve got. It would be way better than what I’ve got. It’s horrible, just in case you hadn’t figured that out.” He’d avoid answering her question for now. He’d heard she knew of a way to relieve nightmares, but Leden wasn’t quite sure if he was even ready to admit to having a recurring nightmare. He wasn’t too sure if he could trust this rabbit-lady yet.
Skin disease. Sure.
Panne let that pass, as if she didn’t notice the pointed ears or teeth, couldn’t hear the shuffle of wings against the cloth of his cloak, was unable to sense the slight increase in his heartrate as he lied. From one non-human to another, he was pretty awful at trying to hide... whatever he was. Some sort of manakete, if she had to hazard a guess.
Her expression remained unchanged. This dragon-spawn was going to have to try harder if he wanted a rise from her, and given he hadn’t yet stated his intent, that was all she could suppose he wanted. Come to pick on the rabbit just like everyone else.
“I would not presume to know what it is to be as you are,” she said simply. “I can only tell you that fur such as mine is far more cumbersome than one would initially imagine. Keeping it clean can be a chore when one is constantly sweating and getting dirt and gore in it.
“What is it you man-spawn say? The grass is greener in the other meadow?”
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.:Whiskers - Unlikely Alliance:.
“Panne, huh?”
So what was her name. Well, it was a start to breaking down whatever walls were built up around her. And if they were going to work together, they at least had to be able to communicate.
Unashamedly, Gaius would shove one of the mini honeycakes into his mouth that Chrom had given him earlier and chew. Loud, irritating sounds left the ginger’s lips as he snacked on the treat, eyes rolling in satisfaction as he indulged.
Once that was done, Gaius would focus his sharp eyes on Panne’s, green eyes calculating, taking in the general air about her. She seemed like the proud sort… Not like he knew much about the Taguel, the only thing he knew about them was whatever he learned that night by being in her presence.
He just knew he ought to be careful with what he said around her… He didn’t doubt those claws of hers hurt, and he didn’t much fancy dying on the first night of the job. By a comrade, no less.
Licking his fingers of the sugar, Gaius would grin at the woman before picking at his teeth crudely.
“So you’re Taguel? I gotta say, I pity the suckers who get a face-full of claw outta you. Must hurt somethin’ fierce.”
Pocketing the sweets, he’d glance around, as if waiting for an ambush. It was odd that they even got a chance to speak at all, considering who’s life was on the line that they were currently protecting.
“So uh… What’s someone like you doing around someones like us? No offense or nothin’, but I don’t get much of a friendly vibe outta you. What was your pet name for me again, Whiskers? Man spawn, right?”
He’d then turn back to her to give her a silly grin again.
“Well hey, it fits I suppose. I’m flattered.”
Proud was certainly one word to describe the taguel. Others were annoyed, vexed, exasperated... the list went on.
She had knelt to examine the body of the assassin they’d just slain, fingers deftly searching his clothes and pockets for anything at all useful while her companion took the opportunity to snack.
Unfortunately, she didn’t need to be looking at him to tell that he was studying her; it inevitably happened with every new human she met. Even the princeling and the dark-robed tactician, who had rushed away to further the fight elsewhere, had taken a split second to allow their gazes to wander.
One would think she’d be used to it by now, after however many years, but it was just as alienating now as it had ever been.
Thick fur bristled under his scrutiny, her teeth gritted at the obnoxious chewing sounds she’d just been subjected to. Gods, why were these man-spawn so endlessly disgusting??
“And what,” she said as she stood and fixated her stare back to him, “was your first clue that I am taguel? I assume it was the buck teeth and ears, rather than that I transform into a beast during combat.” The sarcasm practically dripped from her tone, and she continued without allowing much pause for response.
“Do not fool yourself, thief; I refer to all man-spawn as man-spawn. And the only reason I am here as opposed to quite literally anywhere else is because I was forewarned that this siege would occur. I have come to repay a debt to the Exalt, nothing more.
“Once this is over, I shall return back to my place in the woods, wash the reek of humanity out of my fur, and hopefully proceed to forget that this night ever happened.”
Footsteps echoed distantly through one of the halls to her left. Saved by the approaching enemy units, as it were.
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“I need a favour. Until a crazy woman stops getting me to dance with her, just pretend you’re keeping me busy.”
“Do you honestly think I would risk the wrath of -- “ An ear twitched backwards at the approach of the sister knight, upon which Panne pursed her lips for a moment, offered Connor a brief glare, and quickly went about changing track.
“-- Frederick, were I to come back and inform him that the White Knight would not report when summoned? You would really allow this poor taguel to take that fall for you? Come now Connor, I had expected better of you.”
Truth - How often do you dream of your people?
She appears taken aback for a moment, then frowns. She wasn’t sure why exactly the Falcon Knight had asked, and wasn’t sure she entirely trusted the Black knight with the answer.
Yet the words slip from her mouth before she could stop them.
“Not every night, but close enough,” she scowls. “There is a reason why I carry those herbs that help one’s mind remain peaceful during sleep -- I require them more often than I am willing to admit.
“Mostly the dreams are.... pleasant. Memories. Fabrications of what I wish the world were like. But that is usually painful enough for me to attempt to avoid them.”
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TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.
Please preface questions with “Truth”
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At least Chrom knew how to pay Gaius well for his services.
Shortly after the two men had settled their differences and Chrom decided to hire the thief on the spot to protect the Exalt, Gaius was then given orders to pair up with another new addition to the army.
It seemed simple enough to him…
Be this person’s right-hand man, protect them from danger, help them cut down the enemy… And then later, cash in on all the sweet, sweet rewards.
Though nobody told him that his new ally would turn her nose up at him every time he so much as breathed the wrong way near her.
It was going to be a long night.
As the duo cut down an assassin who planned to slip through their ranks, Gaius would sheathe his sword again before turning his attention back to the Taguel, watching as she reverted back to her humanoid form.
“Sweet work there, Whiskers. By the way, you never told me your name. If we’re gonna be buddies for this little excursion, I think I oughta know it, right?” he said, sticking his sucker back into his mouth.
Maybe if he buttered her up a little bit, the icy front would melt. If Gaius was good at anything, it was being charismatic and smooth talking his way out of conflict.
She just happened to be that conflict at the moment.
Panne resumed her smaller form with a gentle roll of her shoulders, taking a moment to acclimate herself back to being on two legs instead of four. Ears flicked one way and then the other; she could sense no danger nearby. Surprising, given who they were guarding, but not necessarily a bad thing, since a pause in the battle meant she could turn to fix this orange-haired man-spawn with a critical stare.
She was not there to make friends, especially not with a human.
No, she’d had enough strangeness to last her a lifetime today; one odd-smelling man-spawn who had appeared in front of her in a cacophony of caws and wingbeats, insisting wildly that she rush to Ylisse’s royal palace as quickly as she could to help save the Exalt.
She’d done so, only to be stopped and interrogated by more of the humans, these ones armed and angry that she’d managed to slip so far inside the castle undetected. Thankfully the blue-haired girl had come to her rescue, just in time for the siege to truly get underway, at which point the taguel had been thrown together with this human. Ignoring him had seemed to get her point across fairly decently until now, until he’d decided he needed to speak to her.
She’d have to be forgiven if her patience was wearing a bit thin. Or not; in all honesty she didn’t particularly care.
“I am Panne,” she said shortly. “That is all you need know. Catch your breath if you must, while you have the chance”
(oh, and an update to the rules that I should probably add in later---
I will not be interacting with any Fates characters. with the exception of Lazwald, Luna, and Odin, and maybe Rinkah.
This will not be disputed. Muns can feel free to send me OOC asks if you’d like to get to know me, but any in character asks will be deleted. I don’t know your characters, and frankly until Fates releases in North America with canon translated supports, I’m not going to try. I’ve had enough bad experiences with the Fates fandom that I’d just rather just wait until the game is available outside of Japan before I try to learn more about it.)
"Man, what I wouldn't give to have fur like yours," Leden growled, grinning at Panne. "Speaking of which, I don't think I've met any furry humans before."
Panne crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at the man before her. Thoroughly unimpressed with his introduction – poor, even by human standards – she quickly settled on a rebuttal, disapproval practically radiating off of her in waves.
“You would not have,” she said flatly, staring defiantly into his eyes. “Furry humans do not exist, much as I assume humans with skin like scales do not exist.
Is there something you require of me, or did you just come to pester me over my fur?”