[ Leaning over and grabbing the faun like a spider with a fly, pulling the other into his 'web' with ease. ]

[ Lying down in a hammock. ] Z z z . . .

No, but I just got my ass beat by a cryptid. [ Rolling his eyes. ] So, no poking.

Cryptid fight. I . . . Uh. I lost.

[ Glaring ? Scarred eyebrow raised ? ] Rude . . .

[ Leaning into the touch, not responding to give them more ammunition to tease him with. ] Mmm. I don't like fire, ye kindling-munchin' turd.

Not as hurt as I could be, no. I'll be a little bruised, but - ow ! [ Wincing as one of his burns os wiped over with the hankerchief, visible skin turning red with embarrassment. ] . . . Ugh.

It's, ah . . . Eh. Folklore creature. Horse bat thing that breathes fire. [ Taking a moment to wipe the ash from his face as best he can with a soft sigh, shaking it out of his hair. ] Lives around Sandpoint.

To be fair, [ Coughing up soot - ] I didn't think the Sandpoint Devil was a real creature !

[ SITTING UP FROM A HOLE IN THE GROUND, COVERED IN ASH ]

[ Deadpan staring back. ]

[ Rolling off with a sigh. ] Fiiiine, fine.

. . . But . . . ye're very warm and comfy. [ Whine. ]

Yessss . . . mostly just a fruit bowl and some grilled vegetables. I didn't know if ye were fully vegan or just vegetarian so I skipped the eggs.

I AM NOOOOT HEAVY ! LIGHT AS A FEATHER !

NOOOOOOOO ! ! !

[ POUNCE ! ]

". . . Aaaand there's zombie ichor all over my tunic, too. Eugh."

"I am . . . Exhausted . . . and smelly. Might be time for a trip to the bathhouse . . . Eugh."

Yaaaaawn . . .

temp(?) pinned portrayal of fidelio magnus from metaphor refantazio :-) written by castor / maya [ #metaphorrp #metaphorrefantaziorp #mrfrp #mvrp ]

❝ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 . . . ❞ #MVRP ┆ #JJBARP

No no, not ye Kael. Ye don't gotta promise that. Sorry, I'm flirtin' on two fronts right now.

Promise !

Hmmm ? ~

Ye'll have to wear it for me, one of these days. ~

A little femininity never hurt anyone. ~ . . . Okay, well, now I'm curious.

I'd kill to see Kael in somethin' like this.

. . . This latex is very revealin'.

. . . My thighs have gotten bigger since I last wore these. 💧

Oh, I guess I can wear a bunny suit . . . Not really my speed but I've been told I look nice in fishnet tights . . .

Sometimes it just happens, I accidentally knocked somebody out like this once . . .

[ Radiating gay energy. ]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 #MVRP ┆ #CastlevaniaRP

"Well . . . I s'ppose that makes sense, aye." He huffs, gently kneading his fingers into Kael's broad shoulders, almost like a cat. "What d'ye think about joinin' me on a little adventure, then ?"

"They're talkin' about us because this is a small, slow hamlet. They don't really get much in the way of travelers like ye and I." The pirate responds, pulling out letters from the extradimensional space inside his captain's coat. "Don't let it get to ye, Allyster." He states, giving a soft -

I sense a dirty sunducker. [ Eyes narrowing. ] God damnit, I thought I was free of vampires after all that business in Shattered Azlant ! Where do ye mosquito bastards keep comin' from ! ?

Pharasma simply watches over the fate of mortals and judges them once they die. Granted . . . Resurrection is a thing in my reality, so the whims of a goddess as ancient as her are . . . not so easily gleaned. Promise ye though, I'll die eventually ! I am human . . . Mostly. [ A playful wink. ]

A deep sigh. "I do dress appropriately ! I'm just used to tropical heat, and Irrisen's winters are just bitter cold. I've gone up to the crown of the world, too. Miserable expedition that was, even if we did not have to go far." A petulant huff into the Darknut's fur.

"Ah, don't worry. I remember this place like the deck of my own ship. It's just some simple message delivery, then we hop on a wagon caravan to the next port !" He responds idly, jacket flowing behind him, the sailor radiating undeniable authority. Xey can hear whispers as the two of them walk -

Not quite ! I am under the purview of the goddess of Death and Fate, Pharasma. Yer Shinigami don't have the authority over people born in my universe, presumably.

Considering Matthias was squatting in a run down house, this immediately trips several alarms in his head . . . ". . . Ye need to be invited in ? It's kinda shitty in here."

Pulled back down, Matthias huffs softly, pressing himself against Kael. " . . . Mmm. Ye really should travel more. I could use a swordhand like ye . . . and ye'd be nice to have up in Varisia and Irrisen. Cold as balls up there."

" . . . " Immediately, all the hairs on the back of his neck raise.

why am i so queer

"I was just stretching, yeesh !" Kael's handpaw is easily able to envelop Matthias' entire wrist, pads and fur brushing against scarred skin . . . and the magus doesn't pull away. " . . . I'm glad to stay, if ye'd like me to. ~"

I'm like . . . Half asleep still.