Private with Serpentess

Yeah. Still not sure what character I want to go with, lmao!

Honestly, I think I might just go with the werewolf. He has a past with femme fatales, and he is a, rather big, wolf, so it works out.

So, are we doing templates or no?

Lmao! Alright. I actually have one ready for him (I’ve rped with him before, if only breifly).

(I apparently forgot to fill out a couple things when I put this in my documents, lol. Give me a sec)

Lmao! Like I said, high fantasy to the core. Earth is minor in my multiverse, lol.

I’ve actually seen you use Farah in another rp, so I have a basic idea of what she’s like. (It’s the one with Fraust, where they’re playing a kitsune character. I forget the title).

And, she’s a ‘witch’, which is also perfect. In Mardicos’ world, all magicians were called witches. They’re very rare after, basically, a war wiped them and many magical creatures out. So yeah.

(Nice!)
(Sure [I could even use this to worldbuild a bit, because I have almost nothing on the world he’s from, lol]. Just fair warning, I tend to write longer replies, and even longer starters, lol)

(Lol. Thumbs-up)

Mardicos limped through the trees. The full moon was bright above him, a curse upon his life. Though, not as much as before…

He growled, fighting to avoid those memories. He was too hurt, and too close to danger to get distracted now. Hopefully his claws had gotten through the thick fur of the male bear. Otherwise, he was shit out of luck.

And how the fuck was he supposed to know that he was walking into a bear den? Or that the moon would tempt him into utterly devouring one of the bear cubs? The scents were old, the most recent being bats, and that little one just snuck up on him. Damn it, sometimes he hated the wilderness.

Mardicos finally decided to rest on the thick buttress roots of an old oak. He was panting, both from exhaustion and blood loss. That male bear had scratched his side pretty good, and the mother bear had broken his hind leg beforehand. It would be several hours, at least, before he healed enough to properly flee.

As Mardicos lay there, he heard breathing nearby. His ears perked up, and he cautiously looked around. Nothing.

With a huff, he laid his head back down. He then shifted a bit to get more comfortable. A whine escaped him as he did so. The pain was almost mind-numbing, and the lack of feeling in his leg unnerved him. It had been decades since he had last had a broken limb.

After a moment, he tried to stand, stubbornly trying to resume his run. But, nothing cooperated. He was simply too weak… too exhausted… too drained from blood loss.

Eidna, my darling, will I be seeing you again after all these years?

Eidna, my love, how I miss you. Although… am I talking to the horse or the bitch? I can’t tell anymore.

Mardicos snorted, mentally laughing at his own confused thoughts. It took him a long moment to realize that something was nearby. He turned to look, his head moving slow, almost as if immersed in molasses. Still nothing in sight.

He growled slightly, but it turned into another whine. Would he even last long enough to heal? Or would this, a surprise attack from a fucking bear, kill him? How fucking pitiful would that be, for him, a Midnight Wolf, to be killed by a creature he has hunted down and eaten plenty of times before?

The moment he heard someone speak, Mardicos lifted his head and barked. The sheer power in the deafening sound was enough to send any nearby creatures, including some resting birds, into a frenzy to run away.

Despite his bark though, Mardicos didn’t, couldn’t, move. He was dying. He wouldn’t deny it. But, at least this woman approaching him would know to tread carefully around him. If he could, he would rather die fighting.

Mardicos took a shaky deep breath, as deep a breath as he could in his weak state, and tried to stand. Only one of his front feet cooperated, and only for a moment, then he flopped back down onto the root. He resigned himself to glaring at the woman.

Mardicos watched her closely, and snorted.

How in the fuck does this woman think she can help me? Shit, she better not be another of those shapeshifting witches… I miss that woman…

His thoughts drifted into memory, of the breif time he had known a nameless shapeshifting witch, and he momentarily forgot that he had company. He didn’t even realize that his eyes had closed, or that he was steadily dozing off.

Her words woke him slightly, and Mardicos noticed her proximity through squinting eyes. He barely registered her words at all. She seemed more like a dream than a reality.

His eyes drooped until they closed again. He shifted one of his huge paws, though in his mind, he was lying in a comfortable bed and had just stretched out an arm toward the gorgeous woman beside him. The image slowly faded as he dozed off again.

Mardicos flinched when she touched him, but he recognized healing magic, even in his sleep, and didn’t move. As her magic worked, he slowly stirred. He shifted slightly to allow her more room, then groggily lifted his head to look at her.

He stared for a long moment, fighting back his drowsiness. After a bit, he sniffed the air around her, memorizing her scent. He never intentionally hurt those that helped him, and he wanted to keep to that.

He then huffed at her, a sort of ‘thank you’, before lying his head back down. The pain was becoming easier to ignore, but it still took quite a bit of effort to avoid whining every five minutes.

A scholar witch? Never heard of a scholarly one.

Mardicos grunted at her words, noticing the fear in her smell. It somewhat amused him, but it also bored him. Fear was too common a smell. He liked a challenge.

After a bit, Mardicos noticed how she seemed to be weakening. He growled at her, a warning not to strain herself. Sure, he was still hurt, but the wound was no longer mortal.