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  • To Cry Wolf || + ex-mercenary

    It wasn’t everyday she had run-ins with hunters, and when she did it would normally be her trying to and succeeding in outrunning them. The forests and fields where her home, her sanctuary. Fighting wasn’t always an option, but today they had caught her at a vulnerable moment whilst she was drinking from a stream that ran through the heart of the forest. There was three, armed with crossbows and daggers. One fired before she had a chance to flee, catching her in the hind leg.

    The cry was more wolf than human, and she staggered on four paws, stumbling to find cover behind the nearest tree and brush. From her cover she was able to observe them as they clambered down into the slope that lead to the stream, knowing they would follow her up the small incline. Mercy flexed her leg and whimpered. The arrow head would only cause her more pain and discomfort if it was removed without the proper care, but now she was angry. Her rage was quick to boil over. How dare they come into her territory. How dare they attack her when she had never done anything to provoke them. The near by villages livestock where left untouched by her, and yet despite that, they chose to come for her in her own place of peace.

    The she-wolf fed off her rage, using the rush of adrenaline to push aside the pain and focus on he fight. She crouched low, still, blue eyes wide and pupils shrinking down to pin-prick sized points within the blue of bright eyes. Her growl was low, warning, and yet they still came towards her, oblivious but searching, making small cooing noises as if to mock her. Black claws dug into the earth, ears turning down and lips curling back, the shadows of pitch fur and leaves giving her enough cover before she pounced.

    The nearest one screamed as she slammed into him before her teeth sank into his throat, blood bursting out, spraying the trees and grass. The force of her attack sent the other two into a wild panic as she rested her giant form and opened her jaws to let forth a roar.

    @ex-mercenary

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  • @ex-mercenary

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    Ah, so it spoke. Grimmjow wasn’t impressed. But what was this shit about ‘hunting grounds’? And if he has the time to make sense of it, will he care? There were more than enough souls to chow down on here, and he’s pretty sure his claim was staked first.

    He could speak back, but…no, he’ll just let his tail flick back and forth. His spiritual pressure inches out slowly, bit by bit. He’ll stay, actually.

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  • This one goes out to @ex-mercenary / @skulldxddy. Always hoping to see more of you, dude. Your Guts is legendary, and Guzma, that buggy punk, seems to be making you really happy. Every day is appreciate Guz and Guts asks day. (Every day is also appreciate Shaggy day too).

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    Thinks about how much she loves Guts. 

    #exmercenary #CASCA IS FEELING MUSHY N SOFT #AND#U KNOW #HER LOVE IS LIKE A TRUCK
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  • ex-mercenary What a blessing.

    GET BACK HERE, YOU–

    #ex-mercenary #i caught a glimpse of a cryptid its name is tristian #exmercenary
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    “– you.”

    She’s gotten older. A little taller, much thinner– the baby fat didn’t stand much of a chance against the stress. Dressed in plain, albeit fine clothes, the kind a noblewoman might wear while hunting. She’s still got those big grey eyes, just as furious at the sight of him as the last time he saw her.

    Heedless of her guard’s warning, Theresia pulls her knife from her belt and charges. He’s twice her size, but it doesn’t matter. The refugees around them in the crowded little camp cry out, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters, all that’s mattered in years, is the promise she made over her father’s mangled corpse.

    #exmercenary #THIS CAN ONLY GO WELL
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  • ex-mercenary replied to your post: ��

    // I’m not the most familiar with the series Ozen is from but put it this way, your portrayal of her is makin me pretty damn curious to check it out lmao

    ((asjdakjfaskdj that’s such high praise I’m not worthy! ;;____;; Thanks so much for your kind words! Hearing this means a lot, especially today.

    ((I definitely recommend checking out the series. Gruesome tragedies aside, it has a beautiful world with a storytelling style I absolutely love. It has a bit of everything too in that it’s hard to pin down a specific genre, which just means there’s a great mix where everyone can find something they love.

    ((AND THE FEELS! THE FEEEELS! ;;////____////;;

    ((10000% would recommend <3))

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  • ex-mercenary

     

    Just wanna say your art is amazing.

    seconded!

    IM GONNA KICK ALL YOUR BUTTS

    #[OOC: Out of Souls] #omg im legit dying #exmercenary
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  • @ex-mercenary | @therosiesweetheart

    Rosie sat across from the warrior, terminally wasting away, awaiting the presence of Kia. The colorful red robe had been exchanged for one of pure white, her jet hair clinging to her face as a few drops of the spring’s water formed dew along the tips. Washed and renewed for the greatest decision.

    “Guts,” she addressed gently, lovingly, “you’re just so stubborn. Rosie came to me first to offer you life, but I deferred the decision to you. For so much of your time on this planet, people have been taking your sovereignty from you. I give you the choice and you give it back to me?” The chuckle was faint yet fond. His mate went to her knees before him, the warmth of her hand on his shoulder futilely trying to reach deadened senses. “Guts, I knew from the moment I made you my mate,” the red mark on his neck was gently touched “that this day would come– the pain that a dragon loving a human would inevitably feel.“ The grip on him was light but tightening. “I tried to accept it but…I cannot. I’ve spent nine hundred years looking for someone like you. The thought of only knowing my soulmate for such a brief moment is…heartrending. A life without you is a cold, lonely world.”

    So take my life— a piece of it. Please, allow me a moment to explain. Even amongst my own people, I am a bit of a rarity.” Guts’ skin would raise as Kia channeled the magic he had come so accustomed to. With a soft exhale, a plume of lights, colors he could no longer perceive, left her lips. “Do you remember our talks about dragon magic? Fire, water, wind, and earth: the four elements that govern my world. For you see,” Kia held the swirling orb of magic before him “I wasn’t born with just one soul. The souls of four dragons, one of each of these elements, came together to make my whole being. This concept has a few names —Earthbound Dragon, Prophecy Dragon— but the foreign and corrupted nature of magic in this world had dulled my attunement to them and hampered my own magic. That is why I never told you of them.“

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    “Forgive my rambling, my dear, you know how I am.“ Magic so raw and primal she held so casually before her, a single string anchoring it to her chest.What I am offering to you is one of these souls: a quarter of my lifespan, a quarter of my mana. This is something I have thought long on, Guts. I am not afraid of the costs.“ One of the fragments was plucked from the mass. “Knowing you, I believe this earth soul would suit you best.” A serpent of light coalesced around her fingertips, threading energetically between them. “How many years this soul contains will be given to you. It will heal all those unseen wounds of your spirit and keep you alive while Rosie heals your body.”

    “A dragon giving their soul to a human is not so unusual. As different as we may seem, our souls are more alike than anyone expected. Dragon Knights, Dragoons, Dragonbounds, different names for the same phenomena. Understand that accepting this will give you the lifespan beyond any human. Could you even tolerate me for a few hundred years?“ A humble hope was renewed in those eyes, a wordless prayer that she would keep him.

    “But once again, I give the decision to you, my beloved. Your life is your own to control, and even as queen, I cannot command your free will. Will you accept this fragment of my soul so you may live?“

    #exmercenary#therosiesweetheart #:Make it Home (Wait for the Dawn):
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  • *Shakes head loudly*

    #dashcomm #good lord guts #don't be a fool wrap your tool #we dont need your halfassed genetics mucking the human gene pool #exmercenary
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    Being eyed for a reason she can guess is one thing, but this has been absolutely fucking ridiculous. She scowls and whips around to face him, features tight.

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    “Got a fucking problem, asshole? What, think I did shit to some of your buddies or some shit?”

    #exmercenary#ic #v: only hell awaits (berserk) #rea/renal @ guts: #wtf is this wtf are you even ur a damned WALL wtf wth (and i thought my dad was huge goddamn) #jiao/jun @ guts: .....u wanna fite skunk-man ILL RIP YOU INSIDE OUT N BATHE IN UR BLOOD-- #(jiao chill p l z) #also yes hello from both blogs ahaha #left this one more on the vague side too if only bc??? SHE'S AN APOSTLE ONLY NOT BUT SHE / I S /
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  • Shout-out to @ex-mercenary for giving me the best roleplaying experience I have ever had in my almost ten years of writing.

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  • I have no idea how to explain this to people outside the RP community.

    @draconicmatriarch​ | @ex-mercenary​: Here’s your adopted son who likes festivals and dressing like a princess >//w//<


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    “He’s gunna touch all my toys and break them!”

    Kia rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder and reached out to the little dragon girl and touched her own shoulder to bridge the gap.

    “Sonia, sweetheart, I know this is sudden and I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier. Please be nice to Griffith. We have to be nice to those with less than us.” Sonia angrily broke away from her mother, face reddening into a brooding tantrum.

    “I don’t like you,” she said flatly to Griffith’s face.

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    “Sonia! If you don’t change your attitude now, you are going to sit in the corner!” Struck by her mother’s sudden firmness, Sonia quieted down, but still gave him a searing look, clinging to her worn out dog doll.

    @wingsofgild

    #wingsofgild#exmercenary #:AU- Make It Home: #:The Little Struggler:
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  • When a dragon loves someone deeply and wants everyone know that person’s heart belongs only to them, they will signify that with a colored mark on their neck. This is the the ultimate step in a relationship with a dragon; it is their equivalent of marriage and not a commitment to be taken lightly.

    • The mark can only be placed during an intense feeling of love.
    • The color of the mark is always the same color as the dragon, and the mark glitters under the sunlight.
    • It is tradition to place the mark on the neck, as it is a sign of vulnerability, but they can be placed anywhere on the body.
    • The mark forms after a bite and magic being inserted under the skin into that bite wound. This process only takes a few minutes.
    • Size and shape vary on the one giving the bite. Sometimes it is just a small dot, and sometimes they can be an intricate pattern spanning a portion of their body.
    • Non-magical beings cannot give their own marks.
    • Mate marks disappear when the marker dies.
    • A marked mate can sense when their partner is in grave danger. The mark will pang and throb in response.
    • Marks can be removed. They can be removed by the giver or forcefully dug out of the skin if the marker refuses to remove it. Removing the mark gives the host an immense feeling of emotional loss.
    • Dragons are usually reserved beings, and marking is generally a private ritual. The exception is for royally-mandated pairings, and the marking will viewed by the families to bare witness to the alliance.
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  • ex-mercenary replied to your post: So out of curiosity, I went to see if the…

    dude i feel the exact same way with exmercenary. GIVE EM UP ALREADY YOU FUCKERS

    I sorta wish tumblr would like… I dunno, send an email out to blogs if they’re inactive for a certain amount of time (like a year or more), to see if they’re still intending to return, and if they don’t get a reply or say “no”, then they add something to the end of the url, like -inactive or something so the blog’s still there just in case but the url is free again.

    Then you don’t have a bunch of blogs that have been inactive for YEARS or just posted like one thing and hoarded the url floating around after forever.

    #ex-mercenary#ooc#exmercenary #wouldn't bother me as much if tumblr allowed the '-' character in tags properly #like so you could tag people's urls with it #and find them on blogs #meh
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  • #it doesn't count because i say so #>O<#ask#exmercenary#ic#crack #((you make a good point LOL)) #ex-mercenary
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  • ex-mercenary replied to your photo “altruisticroyalty: sinday be like @wingsofgild @chesed-judeau”

    // this moment is one of my forever faves tbh.

    ((IT’S BEAUTIFUL Q//w//Q What’s better to share than sexy pictures? Or pictures of sex. Same thing.))

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  •                ·             A humble farming village devastated in a single night. Livestock were slaughtered and the once-fruitful cornfields strewn with grizzled guts and gore. The usually rowdy local tavern was silenced, where a hardwood door swung limply before the wind broke it from its hinge. At the heart of the rural destruction stood its cause; an iron beast stumbling weakly, its massive cleaver dragging behind it and laying a gory path of its own. 

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       He knew this would happen when he chose to don the Armour. The senseless hunting, the fatigue, and the price his already screwed up body and screwed up mind would pay. There would be no turning back. It hurts to keep pushing, but he has to. The beast needed to feed.

       It needed more blood. Something. Anything. Anyone.

    #;open #warning: i ain't responsible for any death or injury if u wanna reply to this #me: has 16 replies to do haha yeah let's post an open #exmercenary
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  • @ex-mercenary

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           “This didn’t had to end like this you know?”

    The man spoke to a bloodied, tied up Guts on a chair while the man’s surrounded by Roderick’s underlings, darkness involving the very room they were in. Roderick hated to do that with Guts, as far as the captain’s concerned, the other was nothing but a friend. But after he learned of his intentions, of dethroning Griffith and probably ruining any long-lasting alliance the young prince could have with the most progressive place in the current world.

    His sailors kept punching Guts over and over again, until the same could barely feel his face, quickly ceased by the captain’s hand gesture. Deciding the other had enough punishment, Roderick slowly approached the tied up rebel, getting his face somewhat closer to him.

            “Griffith is, right now, the most powerful man in Midland. He alone helped refugees find a safe place from those wretched creatures that now roams in our world. Why in the world would you want to strike a rebellion against someone who had only done good for your country?”

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           “Please…just tell me anything Guts, so I can stop this brutality. Why do you want to kill Griffith?”

    #exmercenary#tw: Gore #Hope you don't mind but I made a starter :3333
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