Hector (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
petcromancer) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
middaeg2020-05-09 09:34 pm
petcromancer) wrote in middaeg2020-05-09 09:34 pm
Open - Monthly Catchall
Who: Hector, semi-open
When: The month of Maiuril
Where: Around the city
What: A Monthly Catch-All post for Hector.
Warnings: Potential for language, full-moon shenanigans, and descriptions of violence
Egg-Sitting, Early Maiuril
[Working so closely with another Mirrorbound for weeks is not ideal, but when the reward is an exciting new animal, Hector’s willing to endure it. Yes, there’s equal chance of it being an angry snake-creature, but that’s not a deal-breaker. He is going to love whatever comes out of the egg.]
So, if we divide our time equally, it shouldn’t be too much to handle. I can take the first shift.
Wilde Hunt, Maiuril 7th
[Well, Hector’s starting to look for a witch to bond with, but he’s still unbonded for the moment. He can almost feel the buzz of the energy from the full moons in his skull. So Hector joins the hunt, against all instinct.
He isn’t hunting, but his prey-animal paranoia is increasingly aware that he might be hunted. So he is running through the woods, panicked and regretting his decision to come out of here. He doesn’t mean to happen onto another person, but when he does, he comes to a halt. Sheep aren’t meant to be alone. They flock together and find safety in numbers.]
Wild Card, Any time
[Have an idea for another prompt? Let me know!]
When: The month of Maiuril
Where: Around the city
What: A Monthly Catch-All post for Hector.
Warnings: Potential for language, full-moon shenanigans, and descriptions of violence
Egg-Sitting, Early Maiuril
[Working so closely with another Mirrorbound for weeks is not ideal, but when the reward is an exciting new animal, Hector’s willing to endure it. Yes, there’s equal chance of it being an angry snake-creature, but that’s not a deal-breaker. He is going to love whatever comes out of the egg.]
So, if we divide our time equally, it shouldn’t be too much to handle. I can take the first shift.
Wilde Hunt, Maiuril 7th
[Well, Hector’s starting to look for a witch to bond with, but he’s still unbonded for the moment. He can almost feel the buzz of the energy from the full moons in his skull. So Hector joins the hunt, against all instinct.
He isn’t hunting, but his prey-animal paranoia is increasingly aware that he might be hunted. So he is running through the woods, panicked and regretting his decision to come out of here. He doesn’t mean to happen onto another person, but when he does, he comes to a halt. Sheep aren’t meant to be alone. They flock together and find safety in numbers.]
Wild Card, Any time
[Have an idea for another prompt? Let me know!]
no subject
[ But this is a good way to resolve a hangover or wild night. More drinking, snuggling, and laughing about pets.
She thinks she'll do it again. ]
Maybe he'll duel me for you...
no subject
[He'll let her up long enough to get her glass refilled, then settle back in against her side. He really is more like a dog than a sheep sometimes.]
Don't think he's much of a fighter.
no subject
[ She tries to make sure she doesn't nail him with her antlers. ]
I suppose I'll have to leave you in his clutches.
no subject
[Hector's enamored, it's terrible.]
Who else is fuzzy? We'll find you s,someone else to adopt.
no subject
[ She frowns. ]
...helps me feel a little less lonely.
no subject
Mmm-hmm, you can come to the cottage...or I can come here again.... Fauns are flock-creatures...we have to stick together.
no subject
[ There's a great deal of sincerity in those two words. ]
I've felt... [ She frowns and simply picks up one of the bottles and takes a long swig from it. ]
...adrift for the longest time. Horribly unpleasant.
no subject
He rubs his hands in soothing circles on Iramaat's sides.]
Do you wish you were back where you came from?
no subject
Yes. But also no. But also yes.
[ Another sigh. ]
It's complex.
no subject
[Hector knows that she was one of the Fair Folk, but not much else about Iramaat's former life. Maybe some of the complexity will resolve itself in the telling.]
no subject
[ She squints at her bottle. Hmm. ]
Or I thought it did anyway. I was an immortal being. What did I care? Now it's... different. Now I have regret. Regret is an awful thing.
no subject
Life's meant to begin and end. 's better that way.
[Hector's not one of those people who became a necromancer to try to cheat his own death. He respects the cycle. Every immortal he's met, he's found has lost something from living so long. Perspective, meaning, or something like that.]
no subject
[ Iramaat drawls, perhaps a bit more drunkenly than she'd like. ]
I'm a fae. Or I was. Fair Folk. We don't... we don't die. Not really.