"Hmph. Never got to punch a changeling."

Starbuck receives a package from the castle, it is a little charm with a note on it telling him to keep it on him until further notice.

Starbuck blinked and pulled it out of the box. “….Neat!”

"I’m gonna punch ya"

"Well, I’ll punch ya back!"

"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN ME!?"

I see this a lot in rps and it makes no sense at all

*wetfox shivers* <==><|I===|Kv"> Thank. *Wet hugfox*
Anonymous

*Hug*

<==><|IFLOOFY|Kv"> Anything just stop the fluff!
Anonymous

He dumps a bucket of water on the fox

<==><|IFLUFFYFOX|Kv"> Friend help I have become fluff.
Anonymous

I could dump a bucket of water on you

seanthegriffon:

mythic-swirl:

askstarbuck:

seanthegriffon:

mythic-swirl:

The barrier did still stand, but the blade went right through it. feeling being pushed against on both sides, stopping at the hilt, with the blade inches from Mythic’s head, he says quietly, yet is still perfectly heard by Sean, “God’s can die… but not by your hand today,” and with that, he did something he never expected he had to.

All of his magic aside from what was holding Sean’s sword in place re-gathered to him, and then was released in a massive magical shockwave pulse. Knocking all back and hard against the wall. Probably also knocking the leafs off the tree outside, which would garner the attention of Starbuck and his Knights.

Sean, as the wave hits him, gets one more message from Mythic, “You are powerful from whatever gifts you found in your ruins Sean, but you are not a god,” an attempt at humbling him, probably will end up back firing.

"Gift?!" Sean had some breath knocked out of him from the impact, but he shoved off from the wall, flinging his chakram past Mythic, eyes glowing bright red with his rage. It seemed like just a wild throw, but as it went a little further past, Sean pulled his claws back towards himself, a gust of wind arcing the bladed disc back; the griffon was taking aim at Mythic’s horn.

"I’m not a god! I never thought I was! This isn’t a gift, Mythic! IT’S A CURSE! I hurt someone dear to me thanks to this. I couldn’t control myself. I locked myself away in the ruins for a while so I could try and get it under control; y’know, so people wouldn’t look at me and think I’m just a mindless brute who only knows how to fight and kill! Don’t you fucking talk to me about gifts and me not being a god when everything special about you was handed to you on a gilded platter!

The griffon drew his whip from under his coat, concentrated blades of wind around the barbs. As he got closer, he lashed low, at Mythic’s wings and legs, sliding a bit to ensure he wouldn’t accidentally hurt himself with his own chakram.

Sean could feel it. His body was about to give out. This was his last chance to do anything about Mythic.

The thunderous sound of a stampede of armored hooves can be heard approaching their location.

Mythic rebarriered against the whip, it breaking as the whip it it though, seems he is a bit spent. He attempts to move out of the way of the chakram, only avoids it hitting his horn, ending up with a cut along the side of his face and muzzle though. He doesn’t seem to phased though, the words of Sean angering him. Yes, he had made assumptions about Sean it seems, but it was clear the Griffon had done the same for him.

"You are wrong about me," is all he said, suppressing any expression of pain he would have from the cut.

He turned towards the sound of the approaching hooves, sending a message to Starbuck, though it is weaker then normal, “Cuff the changelings, take Wanderer to medical, if the griffon calms down him too.”

"I’m… really sure. Like I can believe any words… that… come out… of an illusionist’s mouth… gghhkk… GGHHHAAAH!" Sean’s eyes reverted back to normal and the griffon fell on his side, convulsing slightly, screaming in pain. He began coughing heavily, blood splattering on the floor.

He knew it would probably be bad once the form dropped, but gods almighty, this was insanely painful. The griffon felt like all his organs were being put through a shredder, yet was still incapable of just passing out from pain. This was his punishment, after all. Punishment for overusing his ‘gift’.

Sean gagged again, feeling a pain in his stomach. The griffon threw up some more blood, shaking. “S…Stay away fr-from me!”

The knights began chaining the downed changelings hooves together

seanthegriffon:

mythic-swirl:

ayoungkingofchangelings:

seanthegriffon:

"Of course you’d try to make him hit me!" Sean may have been berserk, but he wasn’t unaware of his surroundings. When the giant Changeling’s charge was redirected at him, Sean leapt upward, flipping once in the air, before slashing downward at the barrier. He then resheathed his sword, pulling out his crossbows.

"I don’t- ghhk!" He grunted as he felt Mythic blast him with the sensory data… then bellowed an incredibly loud screech, the effect merely making him that much angrier; the magical energy exploded outward as Sean took aim. “Don’t close your eyes! Fight me face-to-face, if that’s even possible for you!” 

The enraged griffon then locked his stance, firing a torrent of lightning bolts from his crossbows, the energy slamming constantly against the barrier. "HaaaaAAAAAUGH!" He fired two large bolts against the barrier, then pulled out his broadsword again, which was, instead of crackling with electricity like before, howling with wind around it. "I don’t give a damn what you’re supposed to be! Even so-called ‘Gods’ can die! Your ‘mistress’ is no different!"

He flapped his wings as he blasted forward, sword pointed outward. If the barrier was still standing after the lightning bolt volley, it would have a massive impact to deal with.

Torr managed to slam straight into a wall after missing the griffon. “Torr mad!” He screamed before taking another charge at Arcel. The big Changelings horn began to spark with magical energy. Torr was hellbent on breaching that barrier.

The barrier did still stand, but the blade went right through it. feeling being pushed against on both sides, stopping at the hilt, with the blade inches from Mythic’s head, he says quietly, yet is still perfectly heard by Sean, “God’s can die… but not by your hand today,” and with that, he did something he never expected he had to.

All of his magic aside from what was holding Sean’s sword in place re-gathered to him, and then was released in a massive magical shockwave pulse. Knocking all back and hard against the wall. Probably also knocking the leafs off the tree outside, which would garner the attention of Starbuck and his Knights.

Sean, as the wave hits him, gets one more message from Mythic, “You are powerful from whatever gifts you found in your ruins Sean, but you are not a god,” an attempt at humbling him, probably will end up back firing.

"Gift?!" Sean had some breath knocked out of him from the impact, but he shoved off from the wall, flinging his chakram past Mythic, eyes glowing bright red with his rage. It seemed like just a wild throw, but as it went a little further past, Sean pulled his claws back towards himself, a gust of wind arcing the bladed disc back; the griffon was taking aim at Mythic’s horn.

"I’m not a god! I never thought I was! This isn’t a gift, Mythic! IT’S A CURSE! I hurt someone dear to me thanks to this. I couldn’t control myself. I locked myself away in the ruins for a while so I could try and get it under control; y’know, so people wouldn’t look at me and think I’m just a mindless brute who only knows how to fight and kill! Don’t you fucking talk to me about gifts and me not being a god when everything special about you was handed to you on a gilded platter!

The griffon drew his whip from under his coat, concentrated blades of wind around the barbs. As he got closer, he lashed low, at Mythic’s wings and legs, sliding a bit to ensure he wouldn’t accidentally hurt himself with his own chakram.

Sean could feel it. His body was about to give out. This was his last chance to do anything about Mythic.

The thunderous sound of a stampede of armored hooves can be heard approaching their location.

vindicarthehippogriff:

askstarbuck:

vindicarthehippogriff:

askstarbuck:

"Ave! True to Nightmare!"

"Do you have to yell it when I’m trying to sleep?"

"Oh! Sorry, Vin! Just trying to be super Nightmare-y!"

"I always thought actions speak better than words." Hippogriff yawns, demonstrating the inside of his throat to Starbuck before disappearing in his house.

Staruck blinked. “Cover your mouth when you yawn!” He went back to quietly praising Nightmare Moon

vindicarthehippogriff:

askstarbuck:

"Ave! True to Nightmare!"

"Do you have to yell it when I’m trying to sleep?"

"Oh! Sorry, Vin! Just trying to be super Nightmare-y!"