Julian? Rearrange My Guts - ✨

Julian watched, stunned as a man transformed into a wolf. A man. Into a wolf. One of the weirder things he’s seen to tell you the truth. He only heard of these types of people in myth, but now, to see one in person. It was shocking, to say the least. He stayed crouched as he watched the other wolves and the one that protected him face each other. Thankfully the others left. Julian’s heart pounded as he looked at the form in front of himself. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. Maybe he was dreaming? Or hallucinating, maybe his food got spiked. No, this was definitely real. A werewolf just protected him. He slowly stood up on shaky legs. “Well, that was a very cool trick. Can, well, can you turn back?” Julian asks, already taking a step back just in case he had to run.

closed - Wolf’s woods.

Vincent was hunting. Keeping to himself as usual. Barely on the edge of the woods as he chased a rabbit that far. He was just barely far enough to hear it. The sound of the ferals. Something was wrong. They were howling and Vincent could hear their hearts racing. They were hunting something as well. That didn’t bode well. 

Vincent tied the rabbit off to his belt and took off in the direction of the sound. Finding the source of the other wolves delight. Some poor soul seemed to have found himself in their territory. He ran into the clearing and yelled to the man as he dropped his bow and arrows, “Get down!” As he saw one of the ferals emerging from the tree line.

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I drew Julian!

Julian didn't want to get up, rolling over in bed. His mind wandered until he remembered the night before. He shot up, which he instantly regretted. He held his head. He slowly got to his feet, to check the time. He had a few hours to get this hangover in control. Which meant lying on the ground trying not to die.

He got up and threw his clothes around, trying on different clothes before settling in an outfit. His tall boots, and black tight pants. He found a flowing shirt and put it on. He decided against his gloves; he messed with his hair but it wouldn't do what he wanted. With a sigh and a glance in the mirror he was out the door.

It didn't take long to get there, and saw Ellyon staring into the fountain. He slowly walked up, before tapping her 9n the shoulder.

"It's nice to see you again, ma'am." Julian says bowing slightly with a smirk.

The Knight and the Plague Doctor

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Julian smiled and watched her leave, then stared at the table. She was… interesting. Really amazing actually. He got up and swayed slightly, eating the rest of his bread. He’d have to make sure he got up early to make sure he looks acceptable. He’d wear his best shirt, with it buttoned.

He slowly walked out, taking in a deep breath of fresh air before heading home.

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Ellyon had made it to the palace, barely. She collapsed onto her bed and fell fast asleep. The next morning, oh yes, she woke up with quite the hangover. Ulric brought her tea to help her headache. She spent a few hours in bed. She finally got up and put on her outfit. 

She wore a black sleeveless tunic, elbow-length fingerless gloves, black pants, and same color boots. She did put on her left one shoulder dark blue cape. Her hair in a long ponytail. She walked out of the palace and headed to the Townsquare. She was five minutes early and walked toward the fountain to observe the sculpture. She got lost in her reflection in the pouring water.

Julian walked out and sighed, he was upset that he missed Asra, but he was very happy to have met Maison. He was a nice man, but that wasn't exactly how he wanted their first meeting to go. He laughs to himself at out he actually pulled a knife on him. Oh god. Asra was going to kill him if he even found out. Hopefully Maison doesn't tell on him. Julian sighed and walked back down the street, needing a nice warm bed right about now.

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After Asra left and Maison told the Countess fortune he sat down to process all of it. The countess did say that he was special somehow ? Yet the apprentice wasn’t sure about that. Maybe he was only special because he was Asra’s apprentice ? He shook those thoughts when his small feathered friend landed on one of his shoulders and started to chirp. The mage chuckled and understood he shouldn’t dwell on such things. So he moved to check that the front door was closed and then proceeded to get some sweet treats for himself and some nectar for his hummingbird. He hummed softly as he moved with the other to the room filled with herbs and other magical items

I guess you could call it something similar to the ways you communicate through the water, but through this thing called the internet. - 4th Wall Demolisher Anon

That's very peculiar. Internet. A game you said? How is is played? Am I perceived as a good person?

*Just realizes I’ve outed myself* 😂 Anyways, hi.

Hello!!!!

Heya there mind if we rp ? ^^ I have a fan apprentice and I was wondering if we could rp ^=^

Sure!! Feel free to message me to work out the details!

Julian took the tea cup and drank it, it was really good, and filled his stomach with warmth.

"I was expecting Asra actually, so yeah I know him. To answer your other question, gaurds aren't always the nicest people in the world." He says.

The Fool and the Hanged Man

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Astrid was exhausted from her travels. She finally relaxed in the chair. Her eyes grew heavy as she felt sleep come over her. Suddenly she heard a crash and shot up. She snapped her fingers and the whole room was lit. Hazel eyes searched the room when it finally fell on the masked figure standing before her. She clenched her fists, magic glowing from her hand. 

“It’s not polite to barge into someone’s home.” She warned.

Well, like is a weak word. I really think I love you. Everything about you. Your luscious blond locks, your man tiddies, your life-of-the party personality, and much more. Date me?

Of course, there's much to love about me. I'm practically perfect. Now, I suppose we can court, though I must tell you, I have very high standards.