Our powers don't make us good,
they just make us more powerful.
How we use them is up to us.
canon and original muses
(and two trashfires that aren't related to TTP)
somewhat controlled by Zeke
(21+, canon divergent)
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But how do we survive? Never lose control. || ©
multifandom multimuse ft. killian mccrane from the tomorrow people
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//Open, Thunderstorm and Rain~
A crackle of lightning, not the one the Demon was used to, pure nature struck. At the worst possible times, when the night ended, leaving his body vulnerable to day time. The storm that came over the sky, was both his misery and his savior. The dark clouds hid the sun,while the heavy downpour of rain soaked him from toe to head. His wings tightly folded on his back, feathers unable to keep themselves dry. If he flew now, he’d fall or put on the worst performance of flight ever.
A soft huff left his mouth, and talons nudged and pushed away loose strands of soaked hair from his face. His mission was done, the slayers were dead, away in the distance, far enough not to get caught as the culprit. But not close enough to reach the clones who had long gone hidden away for the rest of the day. The knowledge of being roasted in the sun once the storm passed didn’t sound like a delight, alas why he was left dragging his soaked wings to find shelter below trees. Strangely, his movement was slow, legs trembled as if he was cold...?
“You couldn’t have any worse timing, now could you, you stupid sky!” He yelled out, only to get a whole big dose of water drop on him due to an animal in the trees being spooked by his yelling.
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character introduction: zenais (she/her)
as a cub, zenais wondered about the world outside of the sandswept isles. the inquest to the south terrified her, yes, but she was also curious about them - possibly more than was good for her health, considering her lack of skill with a weapon. her scouting helped the olmakhan learn how to avoid them, at least. eventually, her thirst for knowledge became unbearable; she left the isles with a promise to send stories of the larger world back to her people. she's quite far from home by now, but she has more to see!
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Gonna build a fire / Set it all aflame.
Build it higher and higher / Find my way again.
A multi-muse roleplay account established July 2016.
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❛ What question can I ask of the thing I am? All I have done and failed to do. The furrows I tear with my grief-mouth, a map of myself carved by my own horns. ❜
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He latched his talons into their shoulders, landing there like the person was a branch of a tree. “It’s a delightful evening for a fly isn’t it? Would you like to fly too?” His wings gave a few flaps, but not enough to lift them off the ground. Luckily he was surprisingly light, perched upon fleshy shoulders.
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