『𝘿𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙉 𝙂𝙊𝘿』
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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒂 𝑷𝑻𝑺𝑫.ᐟ || COLE VIANA/FIERCE DEITY || WRITTEN BY #SUNNYPHUSPRIME || MUN IS 18 ||
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" Hm.. "
Taking small sips of the potion. He isn't one to chug a drink down. A slight flinch.
Taking small sips of the potion. He isn't one to chug a drink down. A slight flinch.
"Cheers to that, then !"
Clink.
He drinks deeply of the Chateau Romani, throat bobbing with each swallow of the liquid.
Clink.
He drinks deeply of the Chateau Romani, throat bobbing with each swallow of the liquid.
" The brain is complicated. "
Grabbing the bottle out of the hovering spell. Lifting it up.
" To survivors. "
Grabbing the bottle out of the hovering spell. Lifting it up.
" To survivors. "
January 13, 2026 at 2:48 AM
" Hm.. "
Taking small sips of the potion. He isn't one to chug a drink down. A slight flinch.
Taking small sips of the potion. He isn't one to chug a drink down. A slight flinch.
" The brain is complicated. "
Grabbing the bottle out of the hovering spell. Lifting it up.
" To survivors. "
Grabbing the bottle out of the hovering spell. Lifting it up.
" To survivors. "
"Brains are funny like that."
Not really sure what else to say, Matthias lifts the glass - a mock toast.
"To survivors ?"
Not really sure what else to say, Matthias lifts the glass - a mock toast.
"To survivors ?"
" My brain just needs to... stop telling me I don't deserve anything. "
A small hiss, tapping a finger against the red markings on his cheek.
A small hiss, tapping a finger against the red markings on his cheek.
January 13, 2026 at 2:42 AM
" The brain is complicated. "
Grabbing the bottle out of the hovering spell. Lifting it up.
" To survivors. "
Grabbing the bottle out of the hovering spell. Lifting it up.
" To survivors. "
" My brain just needs to... stop telling me I don't deserve anything. "
A small hiss, tapping a finger against the red markings on his cheek.
A small hiss, tapping a finger against the red markings on his cheek.
"Strength isn't necessarily physical. Ya can keep putting yerself down but I'm not gonna stop complimenting you."
Pulling away with a soft frown - personal space is important.
Pulling away with a soft frown - personal space is important.
" Strong as I'm missing almost all movement in my right arm. "
Baring his tusks at the hand. How the hell does he manage to hide those.
" The strands were loose. Stress does cause lots of shedding. "
Baring his tusks at the hand. How the hell does he manage to hide those.
" The strands were loose. Stress does cause lots of shedding. "
January 12, 2026 at 11:15 PM
" My brain just needs to... stop telling me I don't deserve anything. "
A small hiss, tapping a finger against the red markings on his cheek.
A small hiss, tapping a finger against the red markings on his cheek.
" Strong as I'm missing almost all movement in my right arm. "
Baring his tusks at the hand. How the hell does he manage to hide those.
" The strands were loose. Stress does cause lots of shedding. "
Baring his tusks at the hand. How the hell does he manage to hide those.
" The strands were loose. Stress does cause lots of shedding. "
" . . . Nah. I don't think so. Those of us with the deepest scars make the fiercest guardians. She probably knew how strong ya are."
Raising a hand to attempt to gently grab the forearm connected to the hand pulling at that hair.
"Stop that."
He huffs.
Raising a hand to attempt to gently grab the forearm connected to the hand pulling at that hair.
"Stop that."
He huffs.
" I know... I feel like I only became a deity out of pity from the Goddess. "
Tugging out loose strands of ashy-blonde hair.
" It has been. . . a millenia since the war. I don't fully know how long it's been. "
Tugging out loose strands of ashy-blonde hair.
" It has been. . . a millenia since the war. I don't fully know how long it's been. "
January 12, 2026 at 11:03 PM
" Strong as I'm missing almost all movement in my right arm. "
Baring his tusks at the hand. How the hell does he manage to hide those.
" The strands were loose. Stress does cause lots of shedding. "
Baring his tusks at the hand. How the hell does he manage to hide those.
" The strands were loose. Stress does cause lots of shedding. "
" I know... I feel like I only became a deity out of pity from the Goddess. "
Tugging out loose strands of ashy-blonde hair.
" It has been. . . a millenia since the war. I don't fully know how long it's been. "
Tugging out loose strands of ashy-blonde hair.
" It has been. . . a millenia since the war. I don't fully know how long it's been. "
" . . . I meant, not alone in yer experiences."
A soft roll of the eyes.
"Of course yer not alone, but sometimes getting lost in those memories . . . It feels like . . . It's just you. Nobody else."
A soft roll of the eyes.
"Of course yer not alone, but sometimes getting lost in those memories . . . It feels like . . . It's just you. Nobody else."
" I'm not alone. . . I have a couple of friends who have been with me ever since I was released. "
Rubbing his eye. Hissing through his teeth.
" Been awhile since I last saw them, however. "
Rubbing his eye. Hissing through his teeth.
" Been awhile since I last saw them, however. "
January 12, 2026 at 10:57 PM
" I know... I feel like I only became a deity out of pity from the Goddess. "
Tugging out loose strands of ashy-blonde hair.
" It has been. . . a millenia since the war. I don't fully know how long it's been. "
Tugging out loose strands of ashy-blonde hair.
" It has been. . . a millenia since the war. I don't fully know how long it's been. "
" I'm not alone. . . I have a couple of friends who have been with me ever since I was released. "
Rubbing his eye. Hissing through his teeth.
" Been awhile since I last saw them, however. "
Rubbing his eye. Hissing through his teeth.
" Been awhile since I last saw them, however. "
"So . . ."
Deep breath. Refocusing.
". . . We both've been through the wringer. I just wanted ya to like . . . Not feel alone, aye ? As one survivor to another."
Deep breath. Refocusing.
". . . We both've been through the wringer. I just wanted ya to like . . . Not feel alone, aye ? As one survivor to another."
" Hmm... "
He's doing the airplane ears. Fighting off a wave of dissociation.
He's doing the airplane ears. Fighting off a wave of dissociation.
January 12, 2026 at 10:22 PM
" I'm not alone. . . I have a couple of friends who have been with me ever since I was released. "
Rubbing his eye. Hissing through his teeth.
" Been awhile since I last saw them, however. "
Rubbing his eye. Hissing through his teeth.
" Been awhile since I last saw them, however. "
" Hmm... "
He's doing the airplane ears. Fighting off a wave of dissociation.
He's doing the airplane ears. Fighting off a wave of dissociation.
" . . . I was the only survivor of the attack of my town. I was held down. Made to watch as the Thrunish troops burned everyone alive. Sacrificed to Asmodeus."
His eyes are distant, glazed over, as though he's not truly there in the moment.
His eyes are distant, glazed over, as though he's not truly there in the moment.
" I was.. rough. The war was extremely traumatic to me and it didn't help I was the only survivor. "
Moving his hand to pick at the part of the scar on his neck. Wincing.
" I was just trying to survive. Paranoid that I was going to join my comrades. "
Moving his hand to pick at the part of the scar on his neck. Wincing.
" I was just trying to survive. Paranoid that I was going to join my comrades. "
January 12, 2026 at 10:18 PM
" Hmm... "
He's doing the airplane ears. Fighting off a wave of dissociation.
He's doing the airplane ears. Fighting off a wave of dissociation.
" I was.. rough. The war was extremely traumatic to me and it didn't help I was the only survivor. "
Moving his hand to pick at the part of the scar on his neck. Wincing.
" I was just trying to survive. Paranoid that I was going to join my comrades. "
Moving his hand to pick at the part of the scar on his neck. Wincing.
" I was just trying to survive. Paranoid that I was going to join my comrades. "
"I don't caaaare about what ya did then. I care about what yer doin' now, and now yer bein' cute."
Matthias sloshes his own bottle around thoughtfully, watching the liquid conform to the vessel it's in.
"I'm no saint myself. Killed a lot of people, stole a lot of things."
Matthias sloshes his own bottle around thoughtfully, watching the liquid conform to the vessel it's in.
"I'm no saint myself. Killed a lot of people, stole a lot of things."
" Me? All I am is an ancient entity that protects people. "
Waving the slightly scarred up hand to cast a hovering spell on the bottle of healing potion. Glancing down at his claws.
" Hell, I don't think you would say that to me after the war. "
Waving the slightly scarred up hand to cast a hovering spell on the bottle of healing potion. Glancing down at his claws.
" Hell, I don't think you would say that to me after the war. "
January 12, 2026 at 10:09 PM
" I was.. rough. The war was extremely traumatic to me and it didn't help I was the only survivor. "
Moving his hand to pick at the part of the scar on his neck. Wincing.
" I was just trying to survive. Paranoid that I was going to join my comrades. "
Moving his hand to pick at the part of the scar on his neck. Wincing.
" I was just trying to survive. Paranoid that I was going to join my comrades. "
" Me? All I am is an ancient entity that protects people. "
Waving the slightly scarred up hand to cast a hovering spell on the bottle of healing potion. Glancing down at his claws.
" Hell, I don't think you would say that to me after the war. "
Waving the slightly scarred up hand to cast a hovering spell on the bottle of healing potion. Glancing down at his claws.
" Hell, I don't think you would say that to me after the war. "
"Aye, alright. I can help."
Taking his free hand, the pirate plucks the cork off, before pocketing it. No littering from this magus.
" . . . Ye know something ? I like ya. Yer cute."
Taking his free hand, the pirate plucks the cork off, before pocketing it. No littering from this magus.
" . . . Ye know something ? I like ya. Yer cute."
" I may. My other hand cannot be lifted up that we'll. "
Demonstrating by trying to lift up his scarred up arm before wincing.
" See? "
Demonstrating by trying to lift up his scarred up arm before wincing.
" See? "
January 12, 2026 at 10:03 PM
" Me? All I am is an ancient entity that protects people. "
Waving the slightly scarred up hand to cast a hovering spell on the bottle of healing potion. Glancing down at his claws.
" Hell, I don't think you would say that to me after the war. "
Waving the slightly scarred up hand to cast a hovering spell on the bottle of healing potion. Glancing down at his claws.
" Hell, I don't think you would say that to me after the war. "
" I may. My other hand cannot be lifted up that we'll. "
Demonstrating by trying to lift up his scarred up arm before wincing.
" See? "
Demonstrating by trying to lift up his scarred up arm before wincing.
" See? "
"Hmm ? Oh, aye. That tends to be common for some reaso-"
Noticing the cork stuck on the other's claw.
"D'ya need a hand gettin' that unstuck ?"
Noticing the cork stuck on the other's claw.
"D'ya need a hand gettin' that unstuck ?"
" How strange... looks like the red potions from Termina. They are also known to heal wounds. "
The cork of the bottle is stuck on his claw. Stifling a laugh.
The cork of the bottle is stuck on his claw. Stifling a laugh.
January 12, 2026 at 9:51 PM
" I may. My other hand cannot be lifted up that we'll. "
Demonstrating by trying to lift up his scarred up arm before wincing.
" See? "
Demonstrating by trying to lift up his scarred up arm before wincing.
" See? "
" How strange... looks like the red potions from Termina. They are also known to heal wounds. "
The cork of the bottle is stuck on his claw. Stifling a laugh.
The cork of the bottle is stuck on his claw. Stifling a laugh.
"Healing potion. Lesser, mostly to close up smaller wounds. Harmless - well, fuck, even good for ya."
Doing the same, carefully sniffing at the opening to the bottle, like a cat.
Doing the same, carefully sniffing at the opening to the bottle, like a cat.
Eyeing the liquid inside before popping off the cork, the claw digging into the material.
" What exactly is it? "
" What exactly is it? "
January 12, 2026 at 9:42 PM
" How strange... looks like the red potions from Termina. They are also known to heal wounds. "
The cork of the bottle is stuck on his claw. Stifling a laugh.
The cork of the bottle is stuck on his claw. Stifling a laugh.
Eyeing the liquid inside before popping off the cork, the claw digging into the material.
" What exactly is it? "
" What exactly is it? "
It's a small, round bottle with a flat bottom. The liquid inside is a crimson red, almost like blood, but . . . It sparkles in the light, pearlescent when held up.
"Oh, that's safe. Good for ya too, actually."
"Oh, that's safe. Good for ya too, actually."
" Sure you can try some. "
Handing him a glass of Chateau Romani. Tilting his head before gingerly reaching into the pocket.
Grabbing... something.
Handing him a glass of Chateau Romani. Tilting his head before gingerly reaching into the pocket.
Grabbing... something.
January 12, 2026 at 3:06 PM
Eyeing the liquid inside before popping off the cork, the claw digging into the material.
" What exactly is it? "
" What exactly is it? "
" there are so many scars on me. Nobody except the pooks, as the youngins say these days, is allowed to see them. "
January 12, 2026 at 12:24 AM
" there are so many scars on me. Nobody except the pooks, as the youngins say these days, is allowed to see them. "
The horrors persist.
So does he.
So does he.
January 12, 2026 at 12:11 AM
The horrors persist.
So does he.
So does he.
So he heard.
Doing the airplane ears.
Doing the airplane ears.
January 11, 2026 at 11:57 PM
So he heard.
Doing the airplane ears.
Doing the airplane ears.
" I sense freaks. "
January 11, 2026 at 11:37 PM
" I sense freaks. "
" Mhm... have to. "
The nibbler.
The nibbler.
Blinking, suprised.
“You stay stocked up, huh?”
“You stay stocked up, huh?”
Taking out a fork and knife and cutting the cooked meat into many pieces. Eating the meat so delicately.
January 11, 2026 at 7:39 PM
" Mhm... have to. "
The nibbler.
The nibbler.
Taking out a fork and knife and cutting the cooked meat into many pieces. Eating the meat so delicately.
Tossing a piece of cooked meat about the same distance, curious what is and isn’t edible to this entity.
CRUNCH CRUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Delicious. Munching up a storm.
Delicious. Munching up a storm.
January 11, 2026 at 3:33 AM
Taking out a fork and knife and cutting the cooked meat into many pieces. Eating the meat so delicately.
CRUNCH CRUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Delicious. Munching up a storm.
Delicious. Munching up a storm.
Doing a double take.
“…”
Tosses another tree branch over, gently?
“…”
Tosses another tree branch over, gently?
Gnaws on a tree branch nearby.
January 11, 2026 at 1:21 AM
CRUNCH CRUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Delicious. Munching up a storm.
Delicious. Munching up a storm.
Gnaws on a tree branch nearby.
“Ah, everyone is here…”
January 11, 2026 at 12:58 AM
Gnaws on a tree branch nearby.
Breaks it down.
January 10, 2026 at 10:07 PM
Breaks it down.
" Sure you can try some. "
Handing him a glass of Chateau Romani. Tilting his head before gingerly reaching into the pocket.
Grabbing... something.
Handing him a glass of Chateau Romani. Tilting his head before gingerly reaching into the pocket.
Grabbing... something.
" . . . Can I try some ? I have a potion of . . . "
Looking in his pockets.
" . . . You reach in and grab it, and if it's safe I'll let you drink it."
Looking in his pockets.
" . . . You reach in and grab it, and if it's safe I'll let you drink it."
" Correct. Very sweet as well. "
January 10, 2026 at 5:25 PM
" Sure you can try some. "
Handing him a glass of Chateau Romani. Tilting his head before gingerly reaching into the pocket.
Grabbing... something.
Handing him a glass of Chateau Romani. Tilting his head before gingerly reaching into the pocket.
Grabbing... something.
Guh- there's those horrible thoughts again.
January 9, 2026 at 2:29 PM
Guh- there's those horrible thoughts again.
" Correct. Very sweet as well. "
" . . . It's magic ?"
Perplexed.
Perplexed.
" Not as much nowadays.... I only take a sip to get the magic boost. However, I had a problem before becoming a deity. "
January 9, 2026 at 2:01 PM
" Correct. Very sweet as well. "
" Not as much nowadays.... I only take a sip to get the magic boost. However, I had a problem before becoming a deity. "
"Still is, if yer still drinkin' it."
" I only have a glass of Chateau... it is my go-to. Was- still is? "
January 9, 2026 at 5:13 AM
" Not as much nowadays.... I only take a sip to get the magic boost. However, I had a problem before becoming a deity. "