Finally, some greenery. If anything, Cu was missing the scenery from back home -- not to mention the solitude, but that couldn't be helped right now. Instead of being reasonable about things, he chose to ignore warnings and sit amongst the flora. Nothing was the right color, but it was nicer than the cold metallic surroundings. A sniff of the flowers and he started to feel more personable. He rested his staff on the ground in front of him and leaned back against the tree. Much nicer...might be better if he had someone to share the moment with, he thought.
Scary Stories
Cu sat crosslegged with his hood covering his face. The only source of illumination was the faint orange glow the runes carved into his staff, casting an eerie glow on his face.
"This is an old story, one I loved as a kid even if it scared me so bad I couldn't sleep.
One gray misty morning in Ulster, a warrior named Cian set out in search of his rival. It was a fated duel, one of the men was sure to die. His family begged him to stay, not to throw his life away on something as meaningless as a lover's quarrel, but he paid them no mind. His pride was at stake and that meant more to him. He was also sure he'd be the victor. He took only his sword, sure he wouldn't need more than that.
As he made his way to the meeting place, the sky darkened, a storm sure to follow. The terrain got rougher, the once cocksure Cian now scared to continue. This was unfamiliar territory to both men, after all. A crack of lightning forced his feet to run...The next sound he heard was far worse than that.
A woman in a ragged green dress, dirty grey hair, and a twisted face stood before him. He tried to call out to her, but it was drowned out by the worst sound he'd heard...A scream like no other. The banshee. He knew that scream, it signaled death. Had his rival died? Cian didn't know, all he knew is that he was running. He ran until he felt himself sink up to his waist. Bogs are nasty like that. The banshee followed him, unaffected by the soggy ground. He struggled to get away, sinking up to his neck. The banshee leaned in, inches from his face..."
Cu let out an earsplitting shriek.
"...And that was what his family heard back home. Two warriors set out and neither would return."
Bangr
bangr
Caster | Hell if I know
Do you like wake-up sex or staying up all night?
Depends on what the morning or night is like. Sometimes all night turns into wake-up sex, too. It's all good, you know?
Cu Chulainn (Caster) | Fate/Grand Order | OTA
Finally, some greenery. If anything, Cu was missing the scenery from back home -- not to mention the solitude, but that couldn't be helped right now. Instead of being reasonable about things, he chose to ignore warnings and sit amongst the flora. Nothing was the right color, but it was nicer than the cold metallic surroundings. A sniff of the flowers and he started to feel more personable. He rested his staff on the ground in front of him and leaned back against the tree. Much nicer...might be better if he had someone to share the moment with, he thought.
Scary Stories
Cu sat crosslegged with his hood covering his face. The only source of illumination was the faint orange glow the runes carved into his staff, casting an eerie glow on his face.
"This is an old story, one I loved as a kid even if it scared me so bad I couldn't sleep.
One gray misty morning in Ulster, a warrior named Cian set out in search of his rival. It was a fated duel, one of the men was sure to die. His family begged him to stay, not to throw his life away on something as meaningless as a lover's quarrel, but he paid them no mind. His pride was at stake and that meant more to him. He was also sure he'd be the victor. He took only his sword, sure he wouldn't need more than that.
As he made his way to the meeting place, the sky darkened, a storm sure to follow. The terrain got rougher, the once cocksure Cian now scared to continue. This was unfamiliar territory to both men, after all. A crack of lightning forced his feet to run...The next sound he heard was far worse than that.
A woman in a ragged green dress, dirty grey hair, and a twisted face stood before him. He tried to call out to her, but it was drowned out by the worst sound he'd heard...A scream like no other. The banshee. He knew that scream, it signaled death. Had his rival died? Cian didn't know, all he knew is that he was running. He ran until he felt himself sink up to his waist. Bogs are nasty like that. The banshee followed him, unaffected by the soggy ground. He struggled to get away, sinking up to his neck. The banshee leaned in, inches from his face..."
Cu let out an earsplitting shriek.
"...And that was what his family heard back home. Two warriors set out and neither would return."
Bangr
Depends on what the morning or night is like. Sometimes all night turns into wake-up sex, too. It's all good, you know?