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That feeling of utter helplessness ran through him so viciously. Afraid to do anything, while his closest friend's life stood in the balance. Sephiroth had her in his clutches, blade held in such a threatening manner towards her. Cloud could only stare at those gentle, maroon eyes, seeing the worry and concern for himself reflected in them; to which he felt immense guilt, and terror clutching at his soul.

It all came back, like a gushing flood, of how he could not save Aerith's. His heart was beating a mile-a-minute in his chest, and he turned his gaze towards the gleeful monster. With his Buster Sword out at the ready, he dare not raise it any higher, feeling dread gnawing at every part of him. "No, don't!!!"

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Timber stared the other one down, hisses and growls deep within his throat and chest. The striped raptor looked absolutely livid, tail whipping this way and that as he assessed what was in front of him. This unknown foe, different looking to the other’s he had seen, and a scent that was making his blood boil.

Slowly, he circled around them, just as they did the same to him, and his pupils went to slivers as their sights zeroed in on the other. He felt all of the pent-up aggression coming to it’s crisp end, and it exploded out in a shriek as Timber flung himself towards the other raptor; large body and all pouncing to try and topple them.

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{I was going to make a post about this. But I will say it right here and it is on how my Gohan views on Vegeta. But bare in mind to all Vegeta rpers who read this the following.

In all fairness, Gohan only admires Vegeta for how resilient he can be as a fighter and for the way he is driven to carry out the goal he wants to achieve. But that is the limit of his respect towards the Saiyajin No Ouji goes.

In realtiy, Gohan does hold a grudge to Vegeta in nearly the same fashion that he has against the likes of Freeza, Cell and Bojack in that order as he doesn't forget all of the horrid stuff he did both on Earth and on Namek as well. Not to mention that he knows about his complicity of letting Cell become Perfect and so on. Something that Gohan doesn't forgive him at all for those actions.

Granted, he only forgives him (kindly) for his early messing up in the final battle against Super Perfect Cell since he did play in his part to give the opening the fight later on. Still, if Gohan learns that Vegeta is going to do awful things again or helps the villain out of selfish benefits one more time, he won't hesitate to mercilessly kill him. But if Vegeta makes any real effort to truly make up for his heinous actions and so on, Gohan may be willing to give him a little break of course.}

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A non-reigning male member of a royal family. That is all that he was, and even then. What was the point of using that title, even when the saiyan race of this universe had been wiped out by Freeza. How did he know such, well, he was on good terms with the tyrant. He did not really mind the presence of the tyrant, not ever since they have signed a contract that consisted of mutual helping from both side. As long as the tyrant would keep his part of the deal, the warrior experienced in war would keep his part of the deal as well.

— Vegeta, right?

He did not know much about him beside his name and is worthless title of prince. But, curiosity got him wanting to have knowledge about the saiyan prince of this deceased saiyan race. There was a time Cabba used to say that this man was a man of pride that was similar to the empress Sadala. But, he wanted to see that for himself. Not to mention, Cabba was great at sucking the dicks of many people, figuratively, of course.

is there a ship you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

SHIPPING QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN!

I HAVE SO MANY OH MY GOD YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

If you're curious, just ask! :P

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Starter | Muse: Blue ( But probably more~)

The grass was freshly covered with a recent rain, and her nostrils flared as she surveyed the area that was just beyond the opening of this little cave she had found for herself. Though, this cave was not so lonely, not anymore. The company she had was of one little hatchling, barely weeks old, and still fully relying on her for support. It was difficult to realize, but once she had noticed it, immediately her body had gone to work; milling away at finding a place to lay, the sole surviving remnant of a time that was long lost to her.

This child born from her need to have something else, something other than just herself. Nature, an abomination of nature as they all were, creations of man. Now free. This young of hers was almost of the exact markings as her own, bled in with green and grey. How likened to one of her siblings. Though, they were not truly of hers, since she was from another batch of eggs herself... Perhaps, she thought as she gazed down into these young eyes, this was a result from them... but how?

The time for that bit of thought was gone, and she knew she would need to leave once more, and go out into the woods. Food was a necessary need, and she would provide for the young one. So, off she went to try and find some, leaving the hatchling in a well-hidden nest among some bushes and carefully placed rocks within the dark cave.

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Starter | Muse: Mewtwo

The silence of his cave was beginning to bother him, as if something were unsettling his very being. He could feel it, that connection. That nagging sensation that ran through his very core; His other was near. From his meditative state, Mewtwo finally opened his eyes, violet hues glared up at the rocky ceiling.

The smell of the ocean was in his nostrils, though he was so far inland, and his clones that he had brought with him were in the valley just outside this cave. There was much to protect, and much to keep secret. He knew that this other was one of peace, but that still bothered him so deeply. How could it be, when he himself was so filled with unrest, and agitation. Quietly, he left the cave and took to the sky, going so far out to the waters that he smelled, as this was where he knew the other would be.

He waited.

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Starter | Muse: Venom, and an unwilling Eddie. Poor thing.

It was like a headache swimming round and round in their head, and this need to explore outside was very strong. They needed food. They hungered for something that they simply could not get from who they were attached to. Well, not all the time, that is. By this point, they were so used to one another, it was hard to get a rise out of the man.

So, why not have a bit of fun?

Still using the man, who did not want to go out that night, he let him slumber away deep inside themselves, as their form weaved wetly across every surface it could reach. It slipped away into the night, out the door and clinging to the shadows, watching for some delicious prey.

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Starter | MANY MUSES TO COME

The sky had grown dark, and a storm was brewing all around. The world was not ready for a second coming, where terror fled through the minds of all, and most were still recovering from the last encounter with their God. Leathery wings stretched almost endlessly, scales of shimmered gold, and three heads all peered about the area as they scoped for their prized target. Revenge was in their thoughts, and how each of them wanted another scrape, another piece of that tough flesh. They yearned for sweet vengeance, and planned on having it.

The process of regrowing had been long, had been difficult, but with the ‘help’ of one of these lowly mortals, one that seemed obsessed with the same goal as themselves, had managed to push his recovery along at a faster rate. With this, memories of what they had, of what they were still connected to, flooded them whenever they had the chance, a small moment to think so quietly. Thoughts of metal, thoughts of broken limbs and seared flesh. It was a strange feeling, but Ghidorah could recall it almost too well, like that of a dream.

As he gazed about, chirping to himself amongst each other, the center head, Ichi, looked ahead with clear sight. All three knew what was coming, and it made their twin-tails rattle just the slightest, for they remembered their first defeat at this one’s strength. It still stung quite a bit, the center of their chest, where all of it came crashing down as their lives changed and ended. Now, they would have to harden their resolve, like never did they need to before.

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Blue optics locked with his greatest enemy, and it was tough remembering a time when they were not on opposing sides. Optimus Prime was always dealing with an internal struggle, whenever the two of them clashed. There was a part of him that wished to end this war, in the most brutal of ways, which went against everything he’s ever spouted in speeches to his friends and enemies. Then there was the part that stood out the most, above the bloodshed and carnage of a fight, and that was to remain with his head held high, and to forgive those that only wish to seek harm. He was a protector, always and forever.

He must be the better out of the two, in terms of what felt morally right. He was also a Prime, and must uphold the duty in which comes with it's heavy price. His innocence had been replaced the moment his spark joined with the Matrix of Leadership, and with it came vast knowledge, that spanned across several millennia; How eye-opening it was to experience such a change. Now, it was his turn to try and right everything, if he could manage to hold on for as long as possible.

   “Megatron... We must stop this senseless violence. If there is to be any peace, our conflicts must end. This fight cannot go on forever, but if it must... I will continue to try and stop you, no matter the cost.”

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     “Resting...is giving up to you? I’m...not sure what you’re expecting from me, but...I’m not at a level like you are. I’m... Just give me a minute, and I’ll be off.”  

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It did not matter how far or close they were from one another, Cloud always felt this great sense of unease at the moment he noticed the other was nearby. His heart was hammering hard in his chest, and the cold air did nothing to calm him. The greatest swordsman, an old hero, and one he had once idolized was before him. How disgusted he was with himself to have ever looked up to someone so monstrous. This was always a reminder to him, whenever he’d catch eyes with the other, like right now.

  “... What do you want?” He tried to ignore how his insides twisted up at what the man had just said, comparing him to some treat. From anyone else, it could’ve been seen as a compliment, possibly. Yet, to him, all he felt was conflicting emotions, muddled with shame and some more disgust. He was nothing so sweet, so he thought.

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Starter | Muse: Seren

Grass kicked up from where she had been stomping, and halted to get a bearing of all her surroundings. Things were off, somehow, as a chill ran through her spine. What this was, possibly the call of instincts, and her body temperature kept changing from cold to warm. Seren was trying to focus on anything, to see what may be going on. Nostrils flaring, inhaling the woods and plants all around, her tail swishing curiously side-to-side. There was another scent, and it had her chittering quietly to herself.

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Jessica Rabbit has had many jobs in her life, and all of them were equally exciting, but there was something different about packing a bag full of supplies, and driving off in a high-powered, energy-efficient Jeep. It was tough becoming a wildlife ranger, but she managed to pass and excel at all the courses and studies needed for it. As with everything she’s put her mind to, it usually would end in the desired outcome. She’s always loved animals, and what a better way to give them her appreciation back, if not to be one of those to protect them?

Poachers were a problem in this area, but she had been prepared to deal with their kind, and the rifle secured in it’s place inside her jeep would be the last resort to get them away from the area. Once she found a spot to park the vehicle, seeing some disturbance of dust and birds flocking away from danger, Jessica grabbed her rifle. She slung it over her shoulder, with the strap resting across her chest, as she trekked in her high-heels towards whatever was the cause of such trouble. Heels definitely were not the proper shoes to wear with the rest of her ranger-attire, but she would make it work. After all these good pairs were what she’s known best, and could easily run if she needed to.

What was more of a concern than her clothes, would be the possibility that ahead was a bunch of poachers, and she’d be needing to use the weapon in hand; It wasn’t something she was looking forward to, but wouldn’t hesitate if needed.

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Horns that were still quite fresh from a molt, were jabbing and rubbing against the bark of a thick tree. Though, through all his travel across the forest, he had not expected to come across grassy plains that were so golden, and sparse trees in the distance. This land was new to his young eyes, and he had only heard of it through vague tales of whatever his father felt he needed to know; ‘There were beasts unlike any in the forest, and further beyond that, that even Man cowered in fear.’ He remembered the gist of it all, but being a fawn then, he hardly could recall much else. Now, with a goal to expand his horizons, and protect more than just the forest, Bambi set out to explore through the tall grass. There was, in the distance, a tall rocky-structure, and he was certainly curious of it. | @aggregaticn​ |

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╟ 𝕊ℂ𝔸ℝ. ┈ A long, pink tongue stalls in it’s path across thick reddened fur along a thigh. Green eyes flit north until they spot the other Scar had been aware of their presence for a few long moments now. Watching as the striped feline dares to step into his territory. He picks his head up and tosses gaze elsewhere while giving a slow, uninterested lick across his maw.

❝What does it look like?❞ tone even when questioning the other and flicks his tail with a little agitated sway.

    "Well, it does look like I’ve come upon something I shouldn’t have. Oops.” He smirked, as well as his kind could, but the feeling was felt through his words. The hefty tiger was the epitome of muscle, arrogance, and a self-sustaining ego. He knew he was the real king of the lands, even if he cared not to address it ever, for his sights were always on something other than fame. Shere Khan only cared about the excitement of seeing other’s in fear, of showing them who was the real threat of power to their ways. Sometimes this meant leaving the beautiful comforts of his forested home, in order to flaunt his strength. Now with this new King, he was curious of this one’s goals, and a long lick of his lips was seen as he sauntered closer. “The Pride Lands... hm... Always a wonderful place to visit, and each new King that comes along to claim it’s beauty.” | @aggregaticn |