⠀ ⠀He's been researching what to feed Seikret as of late, his journals become full to the brim of various notes and scribbles of the avians and their potential shades of colour. His assigned Seikret has taken on a vibrant red hue in the last few weeks, almost an assault to unsuspecting eyes.

⠀ ⠀∥ performance patch finally let me play wilds again... i had to make a new save but i hope we get to hunt together!! o7

⠀ ⠀∥ waking erik up like its my right...,.,.

⠀ ⠀With a weathered book in his hands, he might of kept reading were it not for the butterfly settling itself on an outstretched hand, tearing his attention away completely…

⠀ ⠀I saw some new endemic life recently, but they ran away when I got close...

⠀ ⠀Bringing the palm of his hand up to gently rub his eyes. He's been awake far too long reading beneath scoutfly light.

⠀ ⠀Delicately sitting upon Erik's nose is a vibrantly coloured butterfly, opening it's wings and shutting them once more as it relaxes. Erik, on the other hand, is struggling to read a heavy book situated within his hands, the wings shielding his view from the majority of words on the pages...

⠀⠀═════ ⋆ 🌑 ⋆ ═════ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ⠀⠀═════ ⋆ 🌕 ⋆ ═════ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⌘ Ranni the Witch ∯ #RPSKY | #MVRP | #ELDENRINGRP | #SoulsborneRP ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⌘ Casual / Serious

⠀ ⠀Rarely did Erik stray from the hunters, but he'd certainly been doing that much more these days. It was almost like he held death's gaze at every chance when alone ― Always near those he should know better than to approach. Staring up at the guardian from where he stood, he couldn't help but ↷

if you are not doing what you love , you are wasting your time .

⠀ ⠀[ Stares . . . ? ]

⠀ ⠀“ …Hm―? ” There's a few confused blinks, like he's staring at a hallucination before he settles that this is indeed reality. “ I'm... not made for hunting ― I don't enjoy it. ” He admitted. “ I just like to learn more about the world. ” “ …Why are you asking? ”

⠀ ⠀He'd accept that response; one of indifference to his presence where he could've been the victim of another attack. The handler pushed onwards, stumbling as he ran his fingertips against the scales with intrigue. He could already see there to be a lack of any true injury inflicted to which he ↷

⠀ ⠀Reaching a hand up to brush his bangs back momentarily, grey eyes fixating on the captured bug before him like his life depended on it. Swiftly dropping his hand and letting his blonde strands fall back into place, he scratched his pen against the paper before him. '67 legs, missing 33.'

⠀ ⠀∥ it's arrived!! i'll catch up on replies after i have a sleep!! thank you for your patience with me 🙇‍♂️

⠀ ⠀∥ had an accident and my phone's been shattered. i'll likely be a bit hit or miss to write replies with, i'm so sorry!

⠀ ⠀∥ trying to decide what to list erik's sexuality as should not be this funny to me... "likes everyone, monster boys tickle the brain just right but lala barina tickles the heart" is apparently what ive written in my notes thanks, me 😅

⠀ Eyes brushing over the amalgamation's features curiously, questions that lack answers brought to the forefront of his mind as he examined the monster before him. The scales that seemed so similar, yet somehow different to that of a regular Shagaru's. If he were any more reckless, perhaps he'd ↷

⠀ ⠀[ He can admit to having been given the file to read, but even back then, Erik had never chosen to read it. Always someone who found many of the methods used by the guild cruel; much less on q child. ] My… work? [ A tilt of the head. He supposed that may be a problem, but provided he has no ↷

⠀ ⠀Erik always chose to sit alone, if only to prevent bothering the hunters with his needless concerns and discoveries. Even now, he barely expected anyone to take notice of him. His preserved jars of endemic life sitting on the table, aside from a myriad which had found itself sitting upon the ↷

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𓇢 .⠀ ♱ ⋆⠀╱ you ᴰᴵᴱᴰ 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝐄𝐀𝙼𝑰̯𝙽𝙶 ; the 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⠀⠀ that 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 ⠀ 𓏵 ⠀ ʷᵃˢ 𝒮ᴵᴸ𝐄𝙽𝚃 . ࣪ .. ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀I didn't, no. . . [ A blunt denial, but Erik doesn't rub salt in the wound further. Listening to the plight has him think for a moment before he speaks; aiming to be cautious about his phrasing. ] Ah… I'm sorry. I'm more of a forager when I get lost for a while. I can… teach you sometime?

⠀ ⠀[ Even if Nata were wary of the handler, Erik would have approached all the same ― He was practically radiating intentions of violence. He may not be as nurturing as Alma, but it won't stop him from trying. ] Hm… I think I could if I bit hard enough. Wait. . . You bit into… rotten skin? 💧

⠀ ⠀[ There's a few blinks of disbelief of reaching any form if agreement, but he nods. ] Thank you. I'll try my best ― We can bite them after! [ 'We'? ]

⠀ ⠀Hm… [ He's not sure how to reason with angry children. ] I'll try to get a hold of them and talk to them next I see them. It's not fun if somebody's not having fun. We'll… see how that works out first?

⠀ ⠀Despite the handler's best efforts to be ever so quiet ― Aside from the rude awakening of the fall into the cavern ― He'd been noticed. The presence of an inhuman glare causing him to shift uncomfortable on his feet, using the wounded arm that he desperately used to hold himself up to ↷

⠀ ⠀The handler paused, feet only barely caught from another step forward as he watched the other light the fire up once more. “ I… suppose not. ” He replied with a laugh bubbled from nervous energy. “ I'm just worried, and a little amazed at… this. ” Giving a vague gesture to the cave's interior. ↷

⠀ ⠀∥ ough... woke up and i'm feeling very under the weather. my apologies if i'm a bit slow on replies or anything... 🙇‍♂️

⠀ ⠀∥ it's rather late for myself, so i'll get to what i owe tomorrow. 🥰

⠀ ⠀Looking over with a confused stare, he's unsure what to make of that comment. It certainly was spoken so energetically he could only assume it was a compliment. “ …Thanks? ” Followed with an uncertain smile.

⠀ ⠀Weeeell… I still think getting water guns and soaking them back would be fun. Why don't we try that first and foremost before we… resort to violence?

⠀ ⠀∥ i thoUGHT I REMOVED THE REACTION IMAGE…

⠀ ⠀Oh. . . 💦 [ He's at a loss for words. ] Maybe… Let's not tear their limbs apart. 💦

⠀ ⠀There, there… Maybe we can get water guns too? [ Also been water gunned to hell and back. ]

⠀ ⠀“ …It's what they say. ” He shrugged, looking over the stranger's belongs carefully. He already seemed irritated with his presence, which he couldn't exactly blame him for. Yet, despite everything urging him to leave, he followed after him as he approached the initial campfire once more. ↷

⠀ ⠀Tilting his head curiously as he heard the request, he brought a hand to his chin, giving a thoughtful expression as he looked over at Tat. Alma had an intriguing hunter on her hands, he had to admit; someone he struggled to know the intent of (like he ever knew anyone's, really). The ↷

⠀ ⠀∥ i actually got around to playing wilds again... my pc absolutely hated it initially but it's working now by some miracle. sobbing, ... thank you to @afflictedwrynns.posts.faith for the hard carry of my sorry ass through low rank... if you'd like to add me, here you go!!

⠀ ⠀Sometimes, I think people only talk to me when I have something they want… Or if they suddenly find me interesting… It's a bit lonely like that, but at least the palicoes talk to me.

⠀ ⠀Even the other tried to ease Erik's skepticism, the awkward attempts to watch him continued. He didn't want to run home with any potential wounds and scare everyone; not when he trespassed into someone's home. “ Ah… ” He heard the question, one eye shutting so he could formulate a response. ↷

⠀ ⠀A nervous swallow of his own barely-formed confidence, stepping backwards towards the entrance he'd used to scurry in. For as nervous he was, he wasn't stupid enough to turn his back to a man with a sword. “ …Behind these vines. There's a small tunnel. ” Finally standing next to the crevice, ↷

After all 、I want to be wanted... Is that so wrong .ᐣ

My loneliness embarrassed me deeply; constant proof of my unlovability.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀❝——ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀʟɢᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ⠀⠀ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴄᴇꜱᴛᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ❞ ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀Straightening his posture from it's initial crouch, the handler's attention whipped around to take note of the home's owner. He clearly hadn't entered the intended way, and he doubted that was an intended way of entry now like he'd initially perceived. “ …Uh, ” He managed a pathetic squeak of ↷