[[ Instinct ]] Closed start for fiercetaguel

She entered the room quietly, her calm demeanor melting away to prideful anger. Panne crossed her arms and stood in silence, not taking her eyes away from Yarne. The Taguel was prepared to be angry, but the sight of Yarne sulking only added kindling to the flames. She dug her claw like fingernails into her arms, with a scowl etched into her features. The taguel pushed down the anger bubbling inside her and took a slow breath. Her eyes locked with his as she spoke through clenched teeth.

"What was that out there, Yarne?" 

His mother didn’t need to speak for the younger Taguel to know she was angry. The irritation practically radiated off of her as she stepped into the room and Yarne found himself cowering where he sat, already anticipating the strong words that were to be directed his way.

Holidng her gaze he took a shaking breath, trying to find any possible way to explain his actions on the field that wouldn’t just sound like a blatant excuse… But there was nothing. Everything he thought to say just sounded pathetic. Though the truth was just as bad. “I… I got scared” He admitted, deciding it was better to not lie to his own mother. “I thought my life might be endangered if I stayed… So instinct kicked in and I ran… like always” He muttered the last words, averting his gaze from hers finally, shame filling his features.

[[In Season]] - Closed Rp for Blessed-by-Sorrow

Scorpius frowned, and he was just reaching for his tome to curse the door open - a few good hexes targeting the hinges ought to do the trick - when instead Yarne spoke, and what he heard only made him more concerned.  ”Yarne?” he asked, hesitant. “Are you okay?  I’ve not seen you around camp in a few weeks… are you hurt?”

"I'm not hurt Scorpius, I promise. I just really shouldn't see people right now" He repeated, drawing his knees up tighter to his chest. He didn't trust himself. Didn't trust himself not to go to the door, to open it, to let the boy in... And he trusted himself even less to what he might do should the boy be let in.

"Please... Just go. Leave me alone"

Your muse sees my muse battered and bruised, how does your muse react?

[[ One Last Night ]] Closed rp for flourpicker

        “You won’t. They’ll understand.” Inigo responded, nodding lazily at the fact that Yarne transformed back into his humanoid form. Either way, he still didn’t look that good. A frown appeared on his lips. What else could he do? Even after drinking the concoction, he looked slightly better than before, but… he wasn’t healthy enough. He caught the vial with ease. He warily stared at the container in his hands. Should he? It’s not worth it… he couldn’t live with the fact that his friend was still suffering while he drunk the other half. That damn taguel needed more energy than him! It’s ridiculous how stubborn the male was being. Although, his companion also demanded that he just gulp it down already and not bother giving it back.

     Inigo just decided to take a sip out of it, the liquid revitalizing him slightly. His body begged him to drink the rest of it, but he wanted to give Yarne the rest. The guy needed way more than him. But… why is he tipping the vial to drink more? And to his disappointment, he hastily finished off the bottle, haphazardly dropping it on the grass. He licked his lips, trying to collect any excess medicine that may have trickled down his face. Thanks to the concoction, he felt some of the aching pain fade away, as well as the bleeding to cease. His wounds were obviously still open, but he didn’t mind that much. It’s fine with him.

      “Gods! Damn it…” The mercenary cursed, realizing what he has done. “I was going to give the rest to you… but my stupid body required the rest…” Maybe they’re decent enough to move now.

      “Anyways, let’s get moving.” Inigo ordered, as he tried to stand up properly. It was much easier now, considering he had some of his energy back. “You don’t have to carry me, though… I can walk now. Do you need a shoulder to lean on?”

The Taguel watched as his companion hesitated on finishing the vial he’d tossed. Every inch of him was screaming at him for giving it away like had, his instinct shouting out for him to take all that he could, that his life as hanging in the balance and he was playing with fire. But the Taguel knew, he knew that even if he survived, if Inigo’s life was sacrificed for that, he would never forgive himself.

Finally the vial tipped, and Yarne watched as the dancer finished what had been left behind, grateful that he’d given in, making it easier on them both.

“No, I wouldn’t let you” he told him quickly, refusing to let Inigo feel guilt for taking something he clearly needed. “A-As much as the Taguel race needs to thrive, I refuse to let anyone else lose their life for it. Especially not a friend.” He insisted, taking a deep breath to ready himself before starting to pull himself up to his feet.

A low groan fell from Yarne’s throat as he shakily pulled himself up, pain throbbing in his torso. His hand instinctively shot out to grab Inigo for balance as he stumbled, long ears falling over his face as he grit his teeth to keep any other sound back. He could bare it. If Inigo could, he could. He kept trying to tell himself that over and over, even as panic was rising steadily to take place of any confidence he’d held.

Gripping tight to keep himself up he just shook his head, thick mane falling to hide the guilt on his face. “… Inigo I’m so sorry. I just ran, ran like I always do. If I had actually tried to fight the risen off that attacked me when I was carrying you, we wouldn’t be in this mess, you’d be safe at the camp. I can’t do anything right, I’m sorry”  He apologized, doing his best to try and stand on his own. “We could die out here and it’s all my fault”

[[Just the two of us]] Closed Start for grinninghexer

      {☠—}

                  Henry rubbed the back of his neck softly, letting out a

                     soft sigh. Henry had lost that… spark, for killing. Now,

                     it was a chore. He still wished that he had that spark,

                     maybe it’d make such a dastardly deed easier. But as

                     the mage got older, the blood staining his hands made

                     him want to throw up. There was no enjoyment in it.

                  “I don’t wish to fight… I’d rather be here to keep you

                     protected…" The man let out a shaky sigh, one he was

                     far too familiar with. ”I don’t plan on fighting tomorrow,

                     though!”A smile went across his face, gently patting the

                     Taguel’s head.

Hearing the Mage promise he’d be staying at the house the following day made the Taguel’s ears perk up, glowing eyes raising eagerly to his father. It wasn’t often that the man was able to avoid the battlefield, to spend the day hiding away from the 'monsters' and the war that raged outside their small wooden house.

Dropping the beast stone, the small child threw his once more humanoid arms around his father’s neck, just squeezing tight as he buried his face into Henry’s shoulder. “Promise? Promise you’re going to stay this time? Promise you won't leave me...” 

Sentence startes! (injured & abused edition)