wwyd with ishvelda?
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Bestiesforever 
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02.08.2021
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Bestiesforever[OP]
02.08.2021 04:41
Linkvisiting the elven city, whether it be for family matters, a up coming festival, or merely touring. none the less you were expecting someone to be bleeding profusely in a back alley. short rugged hair, made it look like it was cut by a knife. blood remnants of a set of horns that were broken off by force. blood trickled down his face, his back, starting from the neck, down his back were whip marks. he look like a wreck, and with the upcoming rain, he was surely to die out here. even if he did survive from that, he'd still be in a world full of hurt. do you take him back to your hotel room? wwyd?
Bestiesforever[OP]
02.08.2021 04:41
LinkI'll be starting any rps tomorrow, but feel free to god ahead and add your response.
Ifle would stumble upon him, she wanted to just leave but she decided against it as she took him back to her hotel room to care for his wounds, the second he was ok enough to, she planned to make him leave
ishvelda just seemed out of it. if she did give him anything to drink or eat he wouldn't take it. he kept something along the lines of "I deserved this, leave it." he really was miserable. his green eyes looked really tired. none the less he had no where to go besides back to that alleyway.
after she cared for his wounds she sat on the bed beside where she had put him "what happened..?" she looked at him
he simply growled, scratching his wrist. a nervous habit he picked up along the way. he was embarrassed, being cared for by a mere peasant. yet that was bound to happen. "nothing, if I told you, you'd kick me out."
"ha, you do make me laugh, even if it was because you murdered 100 children and someone took revenge i wouldn't kick you out, my kindness wouldn't allow it." she sighed as her elf ears twitched
he growled. "they banished there own ****ing son." he pointed out the window, towards the royal palace. "all because they thought my necromancy wouldn't do any good." if anyone that knew him before saw him like this, they'd think it was another trick up his sleeve. but..would he do this to himself? break his own horns and cut his hair with a knife.
She sighed as she got up "I'm quite sorry that happened" she looked out the window then she went to her mirror and grabbed her brush and began to brush her hair "what's your name?" she simply asked as she turned her head to look at him
he stared at her like she was insane. usually someone would freak out, try to think this was some sort of mistake. before he growled and huffed, intimidation would only get him kicked out. "ishvelda." he simply mumbled.
"Ishvelda, quite a nice name! Im Ifle" she set her brush down and put her hair into a ponytail then she went and sat back on the bed
ishvelda grumbled, scratching. "I should get back to hiding, once anyone finds out I'm here, it'll put you in harm's way." he went to stand up, stumbling a little. his head was spinning and he didn't know why.
Ifle forced him to lay back down "I don't care if I'm in harm's way lay down and heal." she didn't fully understand all she knew was that he needed to heal
ishvelda growled, but none the less he stayed down. he watched the window has many people were hanging up lights for the upcoming festival. he didn't like it, too many lights, crowds of people. the royal family...
she noticed in his eyes that he didn't like it so she went over and shut the curtains
he paused, before looking away. staring at the wall. he didn't like this, he was never used to it. it was the constant nagging he had gotten used too.
"would you like to watch anything?" she looked at her phone for the time
he paused, before grinning and sitting up. "loony toons?-" he was like a child on Christmas eve. it's like he never got to watch tv as a kid. that is, before he regained his composer. "if...thats alright, if not we can watch true crime."
she turned on loony toons with a smile on the tv in front of the bed "I love loony toons, its a big part of my childhood"
he stared at the tv, watching intently. he was smiling at the little skits that'll play out in front of him. it brought him back before he was a necromancer. a pure little child roaming the royal gardens.
She sat in a chair and watched with him she would glance over occasionally with a smile as she saw him smiling
he glanced out the window, his stomach growled but he paid no mind to it. he thought of what his brother have might of thought of him, watching a children's show.