@GeraltWitcher
Hi there. Im overlydramatic you may or may not know me but im a uh gendered person with a slightly hard life. But we all have hardships in life! I am married to the cute pink gem in my profile picture(Not actually but let me dreeeeam!)
And im here to wish you an awesome day/Night!
@SirCaptainAmerica “Hair extensions?” Geralt replied quizzically. “I’d take it as a complement, but this is natural.”
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Rionas Father was conjuring the spell to teleport the young Lycanrine and was soon prepared to cast his daughter into the unknown, Where she was to learn the humans ways, Their language and their habits of survival, It was what all the younglings did till they came of age to produce another youngling or become a hunter.
however when the spell was cast It wasnt her that was sent to the unknown world, But it was a white haired man that was ripped from it and brought here, Her eyes widened as she stumbled back a bit, narrowing feline like eyes, wearing the traditional animal skins that covered her chest and lower regions, Like all tribal members. unless they were male of course. some hissed in surprise, Others bared their teeth in warning towards the foreigner. The youngling just tilted her head, Dark navy blue skin covered her, even darker colored markings accompanied the strange color.
White spots like stars traveled from cheek to cheek over her nose and around her eyes, Like a mask of white specs, She was the only one with these coloring's the others were different, Dark blues, she was just one of the finer ones in appearance, Not to mention a very special member to the tribe because of the white that adorned her face, It was a sing of something that hadn't been explained to her completely. But those striking Aqua eyes never left the males form or his weapons.
"15 days, And no... your not in your world anymore white wolf, But I am Garone... I am the chieftain of this tribe, that young woman there is my daughter Riona..." he explained, White eyes finding Geralts, "She was the one meant to be sent to your world... not this, But I would appreciate it if you steered clear of my people, or anyone but the elders, The rest don't Understand yet, neither does Riona..." he stated with a sigh.
looking to his daughter who lingered in the back of the crowd now, he called her forward with a very strange language, the young woman stalked through the crowd to come standing beside her father, eyes narrowing before she hissed lightly at the wolf head, inspecting it with a slight sadness in her eyes. mustering the words, only just. "Why... Kill" she asked pointedly towards Geralt, her thumb running over the snout, her brow furrowed.
with a click of his fingers the Wolven head turned to ash, his eyes slightly sickened as he shook his head. "Wolves in any form are sacred creatures here, Our gods Cain and a woman you know well... Zaniah are represented by wolves... we are but the loyals" he sighed looking to his daughter who was now standing, steps careful as bare feet carried her over to look the man over.
her interests in the blades and Necklace he bore were obvious as she tilted her head, Raven locks folding over her shoulder as she soon heard one of the warriors, their Growls vicious as they began to argue about Geralts presence, Riona, Sensing the white haired male wasn't a threat hissed at him, sternly reprimanding him in their language.
"It appears you have already made friends with my daughter, Dont take it for granted witcher, She holds more power around here then even I"
@Acutulus The revelation brought a grimace to his face, as much as he would have loved the offer at any other time. "When is the next conjunction? Can't stay here for a thousand years waiting," He objected sharply. "Coin or not, I didn't plan on being here." Looking between them, he dropped the werewolf's head, resigned. "Could use a bath, but I've got to talk to you about this, can't just accept something I don't understand." He explained, as cooperative as he could muster. "Gonna start with the easiest question: where am I? Another world got to be..." He mused aloud, his gaze adrift. "And who are you? Might as well get introductions out of the way."
This was, Roman thought, not his smartest career decision overall. Then again, his career was mostly comprised of less-than-ideal decisions, so, really, this wasn't so bad. In the grand scheme of things.
Currently, the Crooked King dangled on a thin rope outside a wizard's tower, disabling the magical alarms on the window with great difficulty. Roman's head was exactly one foot above the grassy verge. This was because this /particular/ wizard had a nasty habit of trapping the very ground that his tower was built upon. Luckily for Roman, a bank of rather sturdy trees were all spread out near the tower, providing a decent amount of branches to hang from, for the time being.
Aha. Roman very carefully broke the spell on the window - using a very handy charm he had bought from a hedge witch a few days ago - and waited on tenterhooks for an alarm to sound. Nothing. So far, so good. Unlatching and opening the window, Roman peered inside, looking over his surroundings first before zeroing in on his target - magical pendant. Said to go for an obscene amount on the black market. Roman was interested in that part, yes, but he was currently more interested in the bragging rights of breaking into a wizard's tower and stealing the pendant out from under said wizard's crooked, pointy nose. Hopefully the wizard didn't have any, say, guests. Or guard dogs.
"Pity," Roman said, sighing theatrically. "But I suspected so. Oh, well. That simply makes this all the more exciting." Bragging rights of breaking into a wizard's tower /and/ evading the infamous Geralt of Rivia? That only added onto the thrill, in Roman's professional opinion. "I wasn't expecting you to ask twice, friend, once is enough."
With those words, Roman hooked an ankle around the window sill and slipped in through the window, going to the side and over Geralt. He ended in an acrobatic tumble across the wizards flagstones, springing upright just by the pedestal holding the necklace. Like taking candy from a baby, he thought. A white-haird, grumpy, profane baby with a two-handed sword and a penchant for stabbing people.
@THECROOKEDKING “Not gonna happen.” Geralt refused flatly, gesticulating as he did. The Butcher of Blaviken. The infamous drifter who killed an army of rebels in a single battle. He didn’t particularly like the sorcerer he was working for, but he couldn’t be bought, either. Not unless he had a good reason. Geralt could use the coin, but he had standards at times. “Back off, not going to ask twice.” Geralt eyes the tether keeping Roman stable. It could be so easy to cut it and move on with his day
"Would you believe me if I said I was looking for the bathroom?" Roman drawled, one hand behind his back clutching a short, sharp knife. Oh, he'd heard of this guy. Well... sht. This was more than he'd bargained for. Then again... robbing a wizard's tower would get him some pretty good bragging rights, and that necklace went for a /lot/ of money.
It wasn't that Roman needed the money. The opposite, in fact. He just liked how it looked, and he simply wanted to take it for the thrill of taking. Roman wasn't a fighter; far from it, in fact.
"If I pay you double what that old man is paying you, I don't suppose I could convince you to stand down?" Roman asked, blue eyes innocent even though he was still hanging upside-down not two inches away from Geralt of Rivia, infamous Witcher and - or so it was rumored - murderer.
The next person to ask ‘don’t those swords poke you in the ass when you run?’ is going to die. No exceptions
@GeraltWitcher "but doesn't it? I mean we all know you take it in the ass from time to time, Geralt!"
*that without reason
@MONSTERS_Shinedown The mare neighed loudly in complaint, rearing on her hind legs. Casting a sign silently, the Witcher soon put her at ease. He was going to ask what the rush was, but he needn’t have worried, for he could see that clearly. Making a judgement call, his eyes flicked between the non-human and the hunters before he drew his sword. Assuming the worst of the hunters, he rode between them and their target. “Gotta tell me now if you did something to them, I’ll found out sooner or later.” He spoke to the being in an undertone, threatening, but planning to defend them. He didn’t want to do that for without reason
The wolf like creature had came out of the thick of the woods, in front of his horse. Not by intention, of course. It seemed, at first, like it was just a wolf chasing after a rabbit that fleed over the small dirt path. But, instead of getting a four legged creature running across, it stood in two legs and it had some clothes on it as well.
The beast seemed more human like, by the way it stepped back to make way for the man to pass. The expression on its face wasn't that of a stupid animal either.
Despite the sudden appearance, it didn't seem to mean much harm, if any at all. It just simply went back into the grass and sat down with a slight frustration. Most likely over the rabbit that got away from it.
@CLOAKEDBONES “Desperate times...” He didn’t finish the phrase, instead grimacing at the water. He could’ve used a bath, he reeked of death and sweat. It was part of the occupation, unfortunately. “Can’t complain about fresh water, though. Hard to find near cities,” Geralt discussed as he stared at the teeming river. “Pretty peaceful here, gotta admit. Sounds like we’re the only ones for miles. Surreal, almost.”
"I'm sure one day you'll be able to rest and settle down properly." He tried to lift the spirits a little bit. He knew how hard it was to be on the move constantly. He had to do it after his kind got hunted down and again when he was attacked.
"I guess as long as you're making the most of it, it isn't too bad. Sounds like you have a lot of great stories to share." Sebastian got to resting already, sitting under a tree as he threw the small shoulder bag off of him to sit by his side. "The water is fresh too. It comes from the white mountains in the North. Pretty damn cold though, so I wouldn't suggest a bath."
@CLOAKEDBONES “All my life. That’s the Witcher’s path.” He sounded resentful, at he was sometimes. He didn’t choose to be a mutant, at one point, he wanted more from life. “Can’t complain too much, though. Wouldn’t have met the people I have, or done what I had, in any other life.” He sighed, rubbing the stubble on his face with that back of his hand. He hated beards. But, they were a necessary evil. Just like hunting monsters for a living
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