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“Slow down chickadee, we aren’t going to hurt you.”
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The hunting hall is bustling with hunters drinking and eating.
“I understand you’re short on cash, but why do I have to come along?”
Two hunters strolled into the hall, the shorter of the two struggling to keep pace with her companion’s long strides. They were certainly a sight to behold, clearly not from the area, if their armor was anything to judge by. The lancer looked to be a member of the Moga jurisdiction while the horn user bore the symbol of the Dundorma Elder Hall. She looked none too pleased by her current situation either.
“I figured you had nothing better to do, considering Harris and Sylvie headed out the other day while you were with the healers. Besides, you said you wanted to watch a G rank lancer actually hunt, and, well…”
The small woman grasped for an excuse momentarily before heaving a resigned sigh. They wove past the tables, stopping at the quest board and peering over it. The lancer quirked a grin at the huntress, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Besides, don’t you want to show off your fancy horn playing skills for the hunters here?”
“I don’t,” came the clipped reply. The older hunter removed his hand swiftly, looking momentarily apologetic.
“Right. Sorry. Regardless, you still owe me from when I helped you get the money to upgrade your horn.” At her grunted affirmative, he went back to searching for the higher paying quests on the board. Boat fares to and from the islands were expensive after all.
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Land was still a long ways away; at the very least another day or so before they would even see habitable land, and even longer until they reached home. They journey had been smooth sailing for the most part until the wailing cry of a storm bringer shrieked it’s protest. Experienced sailors such as the Wyverian took the utmost care when charting dangerous areas and waters to avoid. Not to say that the crew never ran into malicious creatures… but an Elder Dragon? Who in their right mind would twist their fate with an Amatsu?
{If anyone is interested in RPing with either of my characters on this blog, I’d be happy to. Just shoot me a message or if you want to be in more immediate contact, send a message to my side blog, @queenbirdnerd. I miss roleplaying and would be happy to set something up.}
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I love our half monster, half human au too much
Inktober 19/31
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The small huntress leaned on her horn and cocked an eyebrow, “Ah, hello…? Was there something you needed?”
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Mozume: im Mozume the Mizutsune!
“A talking Mizutsune....? U-um, well.... It’s a please to make your acquaintance, Monzume.” She mumbled, shifting uneasily and resettling her weight. Her posture tensed slightly. It wasn’t every day that one met a talking monster. This one seemed friendly enough, but hunters who weren’t cautious were hunters who got killed. She piped up again after a moment, “I’m Mirabelle Glaisyer, a huntress from the Dundorma Jurisdiction.”
The small huntress leaned on her horn and cocked an eyebrow, “Ah, hello…? Was there something you needed?”
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“Come on Mira, Mimibelle needs a playmate!”
Inktober 5/31
“Sorry, but Mimi can find someone else to play with.”