He approached the person slowly, seeing that it was a she by the length of her hair and slim shoulders. He opened his mouth to ask her if she needed help, or if she was hurt, but said nothing as she turned to face him. Wide scared eyes met his own confused ones, she was much too pale to his liking and her eyes were unnatural. The pair of small horns poking out of her limp hair gave him the confirmation he needed before backing away from her. She was one of… Those.
His face soured as she begged, Narrowing his eyes at the intricate tiara being held out to him. Did she think he was an idiot? That she could just throw any shiny object to make him happy like an animal? “I don’t want your money” he said irately, “You’re not suppose to be here.”
Xylia choked back a sob, fear flickering through her eyes as high above in the dark clouded skies a roar of thunder almost split the heavens. Lightning dancing down to the ground as sheet upon sheet of ice cold drops of rain refused to cease.
"Pl-please…" She whimpered, fear coating her voice all too easily as she once more tried to get to her feet; this time surprising herself as she managed to stand. Xylia’s shoulders till shook though, the priceless tiara dropping from her hand as lightning once more illuminated the skies. "Please, pl-please…I beg of you…I-I’m so sca-" Another thunderous boom sounded over the pair, the Fiend Princess clasping her pale hands over her tear-stained face as her features contorted into fear. "Please!"
Alright I’m not going to even pretend this isn’t an issue among the ask blogs. Recently there has been a LARGE amount of creepy and almost borderline sexual harassment asks being sent to a lot of the ask blogs.
Look alright.. JUST STOP.
Reblogging because I get messages like this all the time too.
The sky was dark now, rain coming down in sheets but that didn’t hide the dark trembling mass in the middle of the path. He stepped closer, it kind of looked like a person, maybe they needed help?
Xylia froze; that one word sending a spike of fear through her system. Was that a human? Were they going to try and kill her? Or were they going to torture her until she finally died from exhaustion? The rain continued to pour down, harsh and fast, plastering dark curls to her face and neck. Xylia could feel her whole body shaking as she turned, pale eyes going wide at the sight of the human peasant. Fear flickered through her eyes; oh no, what was she going to do?! Her horns would be far too easy for him to see with her hair in such a state!
"Pl-please don’t hurt me" Xylia spoke, her voice trembling violently as she pulled her black shawl closer around her shoulders; mud smearing along the end of her skirts as she tried to push herself to stand but with her body shaking as much as it was the princess soon found herself on the ground again. "Pl-Please, I’ll give you anything you want. G-Gold, J-Jems…Anything, just please…Don’t hurt me"
Reaching up the girl pulled the gold and pearled tiara from her soaked hair, holding it out with shaking hands.
OH MY GOD SO I WAS CHASING AFTER REINER TODAY TO GIVE HIM A HUG (REINER IS A CAT IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD) AND HE WAS BEING A LITTLE SHIT AND RUNNING AWAY SO I SHOUTED “REINER! REEEINEEERRRR!” AND SOMEBODY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD YELLED BACK “BERTHOLDT!?” AND NOW I MUST FIND THEM.
A bitter smell hung thick in the air, assaulting the nose of anyone who dared stand for too long in one place; telling of the horrible events that took place not so long ago. A cold wind whipped at the land, howling and whistling through the bare branches of the mangled trees that surrounded that once lively village that had been left to ruin by any and all who had once lived there. Dark clouds twisted overheard, threatening anyone on the ground below with a down pour unlike what that battered land had seen in a long while. And, off in the distance, if one listened very carefully, you could hear the tell-tale sounds of a fierce battle being fought. The soft clink of metal meeting metal, sword meeting shield, gun meeting spear. But only if you listened closely.
And yet, through this barren Xylia ran; her black shawl clasped tightly within her pale, clawed hands, white eyes wide in fright at the sounds that her delicate hearing picked up. The long skirts of her dress would, every so often, catch on a low hanging branch or an upturned root, causing princess to stop in her tracks, frantically working at freeing the expensive fabric from it’s prison. She couldn’t stop for too long, not when she was in such a place as this. It was too dangerous to be here, in the human’s territory; she could be killed, or worse. However, Xylia knew that she didn’t have a choice; she had to keep running.
Stumbling for what seemed like the hundredth time that day the girl with the dark hair allowed herself to collapse to the ground, her feet almost giving up in protest at how far she’d run. Pale eyes brimmed with tears as she pulled her shawl closer to her body; those horrible sounds that were so far away…She could hear them, faint as they were.