[Growing up in a castle had afforded the mysterious sword-bearer the sort of comforts that many others had not enjoyed. A roof over their head, a bed to call their own, amenities and luxuries that few people could say they knew. In recent years, with the inability to maintain such a lifestyle, the sword-bearer had grown accustomed to living under the shade of trees, as well as making do with the bare minimum of essentials. However, such lodgings usually had not been in shared company. They were, after all, a lone soldier. The very thought of living under one roof with another was a welcome thought, but there was an important mission that needed resolution. Until then, such company would only hinder their progress, or worse.
The masked stranger cautiously walked into the front entrance of the appointed homestead, eyes hidden by the shadow the disguise creates. Trained orbs look back and forth, ever vigilant and aware of their surroundings. Though, they cannot help but wonder, how foolish it must look for someone to be standing in a home with such an appearance as their own.
The low yet mature voice calls out, using enough volume to catch the attention of anyone currently within the walls of the shared space.]
If there is anyone here who claims this home as their own, speak up. You are no longer alone here.
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4. Crystallis De Chocobo
It was not uncommon for their eyes to bare witness to such fantastic creatures, catching a first glimpse of the odd bird-like animals known as "Chocobos". Where they had come from had been home to a variety of different mounts and pets, many kept for sport or company while others served well on the battlefield. Despite wondering and contemplating the notion of charging into battle on such an animal, it was difficult to ignore the charm and allure of the playful birds.
Even while wearing their mask, the sword-bearer forgets themselves in the moment. Laughter echoes from their chest as they approach the small flock of fenced in creatures, holding out their hand with a bit of feed to keep their attention. Fingers comb through the plume of corn-colored feathers, admiring the beauty and tranquility of the different chocobos which approach to eat from their open mitt.]
I can't imagine Father allowing me to have such a friend like you, strange bird. Though I don't suppose he would object outright, would he? Still.. I imagine he'd be more fond of a meal than a ride. What do you think?
Lucina - Fire Emblem: Awakening
[Growing up in a castle had afforded the mysterious sword-bearer the sort of comforts that many others had not enjoyed. A roof over their head, a bed to call their own, amenities and luxuries that few people could say they knew. In recent years, with the inability to maintain such a lifestyle, the sword-bearer had grown accustomed to living under the shade of trees, as well as making do with the bare minimum of essentials. However, such lodgings usually had not been in shared company. They were, after all, a lone soldier. The very thought of living under one roof with another was a welcome thought, but there was an important mission that needed resolution. Until then, such company would only hinder their progress, or worse.
The masked stranger cautiously walked into the front entrance of the appointed homestead, eyes hidden by the shadow the disguise creates. Trained orbs look back and forth, ever vigilant and aware of their surroundings. Though, they cannot help but wonder, how foolish it must look for someone to be standing in a home with such an appearance as their own.
The low yet mature voice calls out, using enough volume to catch the attention of anyone currently within the walls of the shared space.]
If there is anyone here who claims this home as their own, speak up. You are no longer alone here.
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4. Crystallis De Chocobo
It was not uncommon for their eyes to bare witness to such fantastic creatures, catching a first glimpse of the odd bird-like animals known as "Chocobos". Where they had come from had been home to a variety of different mounts and pets, many kept for sport or company while others served well on the battlefield. Despite wondering and contemplating the notion of charging into battle on such an animal, it was difficult to ignore the charm and allure of the playful birds.
Even while wearing their mask, the sword-bearer forgets themselves in the moment. Laughter echoes from their chest as they approach the small flock of fenced in creatures, holding out their hand with a bit of feed to keep their attention. Fingers comb through the plume of corn-colored feathers, admiring the beauty and tranquility of the different chocobos which approach to eat from their open mitt.]
I can't imagine Father allowing me to have such a friend like you, strange bird. Though I don't suppose he would object outright, would he? Still.. I imagine he'd be more fond of a meal than a ride. What do you think?