And You Muzzle Yourself

And you muzzle yourself

Forcing your fur to lie flat, forcing yourself to be docile

Yet you are a creature of carnage and ruin

Of bloody jaws and wild eyes and murder, hatred, rage

I see your sacrifices, my dear, how you bow when you want to bite

You restrain yourself for the good of others, and that is a kindness that will not go unrewarded

Oh man do I have a story for you all!

So if anyone was wondering why I just disappeared for a while, I've been moving!

Great news is, move is completed!

Bad news, boxes everywhere.

Still, I should be back to my regularly scheduled replies and shenanigans with memes and such!

Oh, and if you have an ask, for me, for my muses, etc, I'd love to hear them!

Kaleh'a:

acanthus :  is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means?   why or why not?

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune?  why or why not?   where do they believe these things come from?  

Acunths:

"What?! No!"

He quickly leans forwards, concern shining in his blue eyes as the Miqo'te, frantically motions. "I don't ever want to come across as something I'm not! I firmly believe the truth should be told, even if it will hurt someone! How can we, as mortals, make a clear choice if we don't have the whole truth?"

He pauses, and thinks for a long moment, before he sighs softly. "Even as I say that, I know I have and will lie in the heat of the moment if I sense danger. But to my friends, to those I care about... I won't lie."

His eyes lift, holding your gaze firmly, confidently, as his hands clasp before him on the table.

Goldenrod:

"Oh definitely yes." He is nodding sagely, his ears flicking as he messes with his hat in his hands, a small grin on his lips. "Luck, fortune, sometimes it just happens with no explanation. I mean, Menphina, my goddess, the great lover, spins luck and fortune for lovers, to bring them together and light their path. If there was no luck or fortune, so many of us would pass from this world with no joy, or love, or stories to be remembered by."

He finishes messing with his hat, the seam of it back in place, and plops it onto his head, his wiggling ears poking through the holes he had custom cut for them. "Without luck, I may have never had the chance to leave my little town all those years ago."

voidtouched-blue--[Prior]

"I'm sure the Adders know. This won't be the first time they've been in a scuffle with these scum." She couldn't fight the curl of her lip in reference to the enemy that laid dead. "They'll be back to collect their dead. We should return soon, lest we want to add to the number of stains on the field." Cyra's eyes scanned the carnage once again. The blood would wash away with the next rain, and the bodies would soon be gone from the dirt and mud. All that would remain as evidence of the conflict would be the broken machinery left behind as graves. Time would heal the land, and she hoped it would heal the hearts of those who had lost. She took a few steps back towards their path towards the Hawthorne Hut, waiting for her companion to follow.

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She swatted at his hand, and Kaleh'a could only grin at her, pleased he had managed to get her to react, to actually try and initiate a touch, even if it was to get him to stop doing something, his eyes twinkling at her as he noticed she looked a little better. Not great, and she definitely glossed over his question without an answer, but she was recovering enough to try and swat him away, which was good enough for the archer until they made it back to safety. He could check in again then, and maybe she would answer that time.

Although, her scowl made his ears flick back again, half expecting a scolding, but instead he was offered and explanation, one that had the tip of his tail bristling with indignation at he affront he Garleans were causing. "What belongs to them!? Nothing here! They don't have a single claim over--!" He calmed himself, recognizing the anger in his blood, his mouth popping closed mid sentence, eyes slowly closing, and after a deep, quick breath, he let it out through his nose and turned to Cyra fully, nodding to her in agreement. "They definitely do not belong."

His attention though was brought back to her focus, his head tilting as he eyed it, his interest in it evident as he hummed thoughtfully, nodding along with her explanation as he murmured half to himself, "A focus...I wonder if I put one on here..." His voice trailed off, but he was clearly thinking, brows furrowed, fingers tapping together as he thought through something, a blueprint of sorts, as his ears flicked at her words, hardly seeming concerned about loss of life or limb, only breaking from his stupor once she finished speaking, nodding worriedly, his gaze flicking about as his tail suddenly lifted from the dirt, hovering a bit higher off the ground now as if afraid it might set one of the unseen traps off. Anything but the tail!

She seemed to know a good deal about the traps though, and how to set them off, and as she spoke about he Adders, their knowledge of how they were placed or why they were there, her lip curling as Kaleh'a felt the same disgust in his chest, he couldn't help himself from asking as she turned away, ready to take her own advice of leaving the potentially dangerous area. "Cyra, how did you know about the traps? I was..." he fumbled the word with his cheeks reddening. "Well I was shocked, and frankly a bit scared, but you seemed to just...it was like you knew what they were before even looking."

He couldn't put it in words. And he wasn't trying to accuse her of anything. But she had reacted and acted so...sure, like she knew the danger, had expected it, or perhaps had seen it before. Any of the above only made his curiosity of the blue Miqo'te grow, to wonder how she knew about Garlean tech as he caught up and walked side by side back towards Hawthorne Hut, his blue eyes flicking to hers as he waited for an answer, silently wondering if he would even get one.

Let me assign you an affection language

Bryn and Kaleh'a:

an undoing influence

Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

I swear I put different answers for them, and they still had the same ending!

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