“Well you don’t seem to be working now, how about we do something? I love dancing, maybe you and I could enjoy a little bit of dancing before I go get the fixers over here.” He suggests with a flourish, and a dancing stance.
“I don’t… dance. And if this is an attempt at flirting, stop.”
“Not an attempt at flirting, I know hunters don’t do that sort of thing, made that mistake five years ago, and why not? It’s an expression of one’s self in one of the truest forms.”
“Bah, I can’t dance. I’m terrible at it, and i haven’t really tried to since before I was a hunter…” she replies, walking over to one of the masts and surveying the damage up close.
He sighs, muttering to himself “Why does no one at this camp ever want to try dancing with me, am I the problem?” He shakes his head, “I’ll go get those fixers for you then.” He almost hops off the boat, before remembering how far they are from camp.
“I’ll take you back…” she climbs back down the rope ladder to the canoe.
He hops down after them, helping them row back to land with his usual enthusiasm slightly hampered.
Soon, they make it back to the beach, and Elizabeth bids them farewell.
He waves them goodbye as he walks off with a smile, running off to go get who they need.
“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Yeah, that’s what i’m sayin-… oh. Oh, did you-…”
“Y-yeah.”
“Oh… uh, what does everyone else think about it?”
“Most of them don’t know. I was more doing something like a desk job. Recruiting occasionally or a small mission.”
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to destroy western civilization. My mom was mad at the gods and that made me mad at the gods. So I guess I only payed attention to the mad part, and not the logic part.”
“Ah… I don’t know all the details about the war, I only got here a bit after it ended.”
“Well you don’t seem to be working now, how about we do something? I love dancing, maybe you and I could enjoy a little bit of dancing before I go get the fixers over here.” He suggests with a flourish, and a dancing stance.
“I don’t… dance. And if this is an attempt at flirting, stop.”
“Not an attempt at flirting, I know hunters don’t do that sort of thing, made that mistake five years ago, and why not? It’s an expression of one’s self in one of the truest forms.”
“Bah, I can’t dance. I’m terrible at it, and i haven’t really tried to since before I was a hunter…” she replies, walking over to one of the masts and surveying the damage up close.
He sighs, muttering to himself “Why does no one at this camp ever want to try dancing with me, am I the problem?” He shakes his head, “I’ll go get those fixers for you then.” He almost hops off the boat, before remembering how far they are from camp.
“I’ll take you back…” she climbs back down the rope ladder to the canoe.
He hops down after them, helping them row back to land with his usual enthusiasm slightly hampered.
Soon, they make it back to the beach, and Elizabeth bids them farewell.
He waves them goodbye as he walks off with a smile, running off to go get who they need.
“That would not be necessary, though I appreciate the offer…” she smiles, sitting down a bit away from Mykailo, absentmindedly studying her celestial bronze harpoon.
They continue taking a whetstone to their hunting knife, resuming the contemplative look. Mykailo sits in silence, beads clinking together softly as they work.
She sits in silence as well for a bit. “I don’t believe we have ever really conversed, if we’ve interacted at all… I am usually away from most other hunters… when did you join the hunters?”
They’re silent for a minute. “I do not typically converse with the others either. I conduct hunts alone. The story of.. why I serve Lady Artemis is not something I often recall and not something I typically share, lest I give the more simplified explanation. The shorter explanation feels like a lie.. and I will not lie to a fellow hunter.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Yeah, that’s what i’m sayin-… oh. Oh, did you-…”
“Y-yeah.”
“Oh… uh, what does everyone else think about it?”
“Most of them don’t know. I was more doing something like a desk job. Recruiting occasionally or a small mission.”
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to destroy western civilization. My mom was mad at the gods and that made me mad at the gods. So I guess I only payed attention to the mad part, and not the logic part.”
“Ah… I don’t know all the details about the war, I only got here a bit after it ended.”
“That would not be necessary, though I appreciate the offer…” she smiles, sitting down a bit away from Mykailo, absentmindedly studying her celestial bronze harpoon.
They continue taking a whetstone to their hunting knife, resuming the contemplative look. Mykailo sits in silence, beads clinking together softly as they work.
She sits in silence as well for a bit. “I don’t believe we have ever really conversed, if we’ve interacted at all… I am usually away from most other hunters… when did you join the hunters?”
They’re silent for a minute. “I do not typically converse with the others either. I conduct hunts alone. The story of.. why I serve Lady Artemis is not something I often recall and not something I typically share, lest I give the more simplified explanation. The shorter explanation feels like a lie.. and I will not lie to a fellow hunter.”
“Ah… I see, excuse me for prying…” she replies quietly.
“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Yeah, that’s what i’m sayin-… oh. Oh, did you-…”
“Y-yeah.”
“Oh… uh, what does everyone else think about it?”
“Most of them don’t know. I was more doing something like a desk job. Recruiting occasionally or a small mission.”
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to destroy western civilization. My mom was mad at the gods and that made me mad at the gods. So I guess I only payed attention to the mad part, and not the logic part.”
“Ah… I don’t know all the details about the war, I only got here a bit after it ended.”
“That would not be necessary, though I appreciate the offer…” she smiles, sitting down a bit away from Mykailo, absentmindedly studying her celestial bronze harpoon.
They continue taking a whetstone to their hunting knife, resuming the contemplative look. Mykailo sits in silence, beads clinking together softly as they work.
She sits in silence as well for a bit. “I don’t believe we have ever really conversed, if we’ve interacted at all… I am usually away from most other hunters… when did you join the hunters?”
They’re silent for a minute. “I do not typically converse with the others either. I conduct hunts alone. The story of.. why I serve Lady Artemis is not something I often recall and not something I typically share, lest I give the more simplified explanation. The shorter explanation feels like a lie.. and I will not lie to a fellow hunter.”
“Ah… I see, excuse me for prying…” she replies quietly.
“No, it is no problem!” Mykailo says quickly, looking apologetic. “I.. would like to hear yours perhaps if you are willing to share? I- I am sorry, I am not very good at speaking with people.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Yeah, that’s what i’m sayin-… oh. Oh, did you-…”
“Y-yeah.”
“Oh… uh, what does everyone else think about it?”
“Most of them don’t know. I was more doing something like a desk job. Recruiting occasionally or a small mission.”
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to destroy western civilization. My mom was mad at the gods and that made me mad at the gods. So I guess I only payed attention to the mad part, and not the logic part.”
“Ah… I don’t know all the details about the war, I only got here a bit after it ended.”
“It was horrible.”
“I heard… well, it’s over now, at least.”
“Yeah. But the aftermath… it’s bad.”
“Er… yeah. Why’d you… why’d you tell me, then?”
“You didn’t seem like you’d be angry. And it mostly just slipped.”
“That would not be necessary, though I appreciate the offer…” she smiles, sitting down a bit away from Mykailo, absentmindedly studying her celestial bronze harpoon.
They continue taking a whetstone to their hunting knife, resuming the contemplative look. Mykailo sits in silence, beads clinking together softly as they work.
She sits in silence as well for a bit. “I don’t believe we have ever really conversed, if we’ve interacted at all… I am usually away from most other hunters… when did you join the hunters?”
They’re silent for a minute. “I do not typically converse with the others either. I conduct hunts alone. The story of.. why I serve Lady Artemis is not something I often recall and not something I typically share, lest I give the more simplified explanation. The shorter explanation feels like a lie.. and I will not lie to a fellow hunter.”
“Ah… I see, excuse me for prying…” she replies quietly.
“No, it is no problem!” Mykailo says quickly, looking apologetic. “I.. would like to hear yours perhaps if you are willing to share? I- I am sorry, I am not very good at speaking with people.”
“It seems that is something we have in common!” She chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. “I was born in the… 1650s? My mother, the goddess of sailors, fell in love with my father, who was a sailor and a merchant. When I was fifteen or so, he tried to marry me off to some rich gentleman in order to secure some business alliance with his family. I ran away… which was quite dangerous, considering I was a half-blood, of course. But my skills with ships, hunting, and fishing, as well as killing a couple of monsters, had caught the attention of Artemis, and I joined the hunters.”
“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Yeah, that’s what i’m sayin-… oh. Oh, did you-…”
“Y-yeah.”
“Oh… uh, what does everyone else think about it?”
“Most of them don’t know. I was more doing something like a desk job. Recruiting occasionally or a small mission.”
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to destroy western civilization. My mom was mad at the gods and that made me mad at the gods. So I guess I only payed attention to the mad part, and not the logic part.”
“Ah… I don’t know all the details about the war, I only got here a bit after it ended.”
“It was horrible.”
“I heard… well, it’s over now, at least.”
“Yeah. But the aftermath… it’s bad.”
“Er… yeah. Why’d you… why’d you tell me, then?”
“You didn’t seem like you’d be angry. And it mostly just slipped.”
"I don't know how to take that.... insult? Or compliment?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Both.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*good end?*
“I heard… well, it’s over now, at least.”
*Very good end, fun enough.*
They’re silent for a minute. “I do not typically converse with the others either. I conduct hunts alone. The story of.. why I serve Lady Artemis is not something I often recall and not something I typically share, lest I give the more simplified explanation. The shorter explanation feels like a lie.. and I will not lie to a fellow hunter.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She chuckles "I thought my chivalry lessons would teach you better!"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Yeah. But the aftermath… it’s bad.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“We barely even started! Besides, I have ADHD. How could I learn any of that? It’s booooring.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Ah… I see, excuse me for prying…” she replies quietly.
"I also have ADHD, you just need to focus on the most fun part. Also, rude!" She lightly hits him in the shoulder
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Er… yeah. Why’d you… why’d you tell me, then?”
“No, it is no problem!” Mykailo says quickly, looking apologetic. “I.. would like to hear yours perhaps if you are willing to share? I- I am sorry, I am not very good at speaking with people.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*gtg*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*bye!*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“You didn’t seem like you’d be angry. And it mostly just slipped.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*3=*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“It seems that is something we have in common!” She chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. “I was born in the… 1650s? My mother, the goddess of sailors, fell in love with my father, who was a sailor and a merchant. When I was fifteen or so, he tried to marry me off to some rich gentleman in order to secure some business alliance with his family. I ran away… which was quite dangerous, considering I was a half-blood, of course. But my skills with ships, hunting, and fishing, as well as killing a couple of monsters, had caught the attention of Artemis, and I joined the hunters.”
“Ah… well, I won’t tell.”
*hey Cyno, do you want to roleplay with Caleb and Alex?*