a sinner in both regards.
This is an independant RP/Ask account for the character named The Watcher.


One life. One existence. There is no such thing. Death defeats us, and allows us to try again. And again. And again. Until there is nothing left but insanity.

"I am one, and he is the other. Together we serve one master. In his name, we destroy the supernatural. Together we are strong.

Frost - Sierra

mxnarque:

The empty sockets focused on his eyes, as if she were trying to see them. But it was more habit to seem polite, rather than face some other direction.

"It’s fine." She deadpanned, turning her head away, to the flames. It hadn’t really offended her, more just annoyed.

"A disciple. euh?" She said, almost to herself. "Funny. What do you do then? Toss yourself onto mountainsides and await for him to save you?"

Her words seem to him like a juvenile attempt at mocking him and making him react, but he remains calm and sighs quietly to himself. “No, I made the choice to go after what I saw on the mountain. No command was given..” He looks at the fire for a little while longer and then looks down at his hands. 

"I’ve nothing more to say really.."

25 notes9.18:23 PM
I feel alive when I open myself up.

I feel alive when I open myself up.

9.13:59 PM

Frost - Sierra

animals-and-elements:

The group of animals gave a chorus of laughter at the name. to them, this man is quite large to have the name “owl”.

Nevertheless, the polar bear made sure to keep the stranger tucked close to his belly, where there was the most of his body heat.

"Hail the Sun, Owl, I am called the Ice king" the polar bears maw moved with his words, yellow tainted fangs flashing.

The jaguars huddled closer to the stranger to help speed up the warming process.

He grunts as he realizes that once again, he’s been visited by speaking animals. This wasn’t unusual in the forest of Frost.. but it surely was not something he had fully come to grips with. “Thank you.. Ice King..” He shivers and huddles closer to the fur, relieved he’d not been eaten or at the very least - nibbled.

25 notes9.13:25 PM

Frost - Sierra

mxnarque:

Setting the clothes in his lap, she sat herself in a chair just next to him. She crossed her legs, tying her blindfold on again.

"Not too long ago, I was a monarch proxy. You must be a proxy. Or least, I’m assuming." She pulled her hair out from under the knot, then set her hands on her knees.

"Not that you’re average monarch proxy can hear like that. However, being blind has its bonuses."

"Proxy…" He looks over at her without craning his neck, now that she’s closer and within view. "No. I’m merely a disciple. You proxies serve a being without a face." He looks back at the fire, watching it dance and bend with sparks and crackles at the end of its bladed wisps.

"My master is without form, until he takes it in front of your very eyes-" He glances at her. "..Excuse me, I’m small minded when it comes to others. I do apologize.."

25 notes9.13:09 PM

Frost - Sierra

animals-and-elements:

waiting for him in the distance is a band of animals, two jaguars, and a over sized polar bear. one of the males growls at sunshine to leave and “get the dog” while the polar bear gathers up the stranger in his large paws, picking him up effortlessly and bringing him into his belly furs to warm him up, the jaguars keep a close watch on the stranger.

after a moment the polar bear opens his maw to speak.

"Tell me ‘ye Name Lad" the deep voice rumbled from his chest.

nesting on the polar bears head is a golden sparrow.

As he slowly stirs from his clouded mind, he stares upwards at the massive animal that has scooped him up and gasps in fear. “Wha-?” His eyes begin darting around, looking for whom had spoken to him, perhaps there was a man that owned the bear nearby that had talked. With fear in his eyes behind the owl mask, he shudders out his next words, “Owl.. M-my name is Owl..”

25 notes9.11:25 PM

Frost - Sierra

mxnarque:

She swept them up, walked to what appeared to be a fireplace, and set them on a chair in front of it. A small ember formed in her hand, and she tossed it into the empty ashes, a roaring flame starting from just the small flicker of light.

"Come. Sit. I’ll bring you some clothes." Pernicious set another chair for him, then turned to a back wall that had cabinets and chests and all sorts of containers.

"You said something about a master?" She said, rummaging through a box labeled ‘MALE ORIENTED CLOTHING’.

"My master, yes, his name is RithEnd." He stumbles over to the chair, clutching the outsides of his arms in an attempt to gather heat in his core, his chattering teeth now more apparent without the mask muffling the noise. He sits in the chair, feeling the heat reach for him and comfort his still slightly frozen skin.

"How could you have possibly heard me say anything about that? You weren’t on the mountain before I spoke those words.." He stares at her over his shoulder, blue eyes gleaming from the partial exposure to heat.

25 notes9.11:11 PM

Goodnight! I will answer your post tomorrow if I haven’t before sleeping!

1 note9.14:00 AM

Frost - Sierra

mxnarque:

With a sigh, and a gesture something acutely similar to an eyeroll, she raised her hands and removed her blindfold.

There was a strong lacking of eyeballs in her face.

"I’m blind. Just take them off. Leave your undergarments and mask on if you wish, but just take the rest off so I may dry them.”

The sockets were scarred, black and utterly empty. If this man wasn’t scared enough, he was going to be terrified now.

He shivers as he stares into the vacant holes where eyes would normally occupy the space. “V-very well..” With an obvious resistance to doing what she asked, he slowly removes his pants and shirt, grimacing once again as his pasty white skin shines slightly from whatever light there is in the room.

With shaking hands, he sets his pants and shirt into a wet heap on his lap. 

25 notes9.13:59 AM

Frost - Sierra

mxnarque:

"How incredibly idiotic." She said rather flatly, then reached for his mask, only to pause. He could need it. Some people were incredibly picky about their masks.

With a whip of her wrist, the door behind them closed and locked. 

"May I remove your mask? Clothing as well?" She asked. "You will freeze to death here on this bed if you remain in those." 

Realising how forward the question was, she added:

"I’m blind. Don’t worry about identities and self-consciousness."

"Absolutely not. If you were blind, you wouldn’t act as though you knew-" He shudders in discomfort of how cold he is and then grimaces behind his mask. "I’m.. I’m not taking anything else off.." He grunts as he tries to move again, feeling his nervous system spasm a few times and cause him to slump back down into a heap of agony. 

"My mask is my true face.." His voice shakes as he speaks to her.

25 notes9.13:50 AM

Frost - Sierra

animals-and-elements:

"BY ALL MEANS, FOLLOW my voice!" soon the bird took flight again and began to sing a tune, hovering close to him so that he can easily keep track.

ever so often she would ask him a question to keep his mind sharp, often in the tone of a song.

Above them, circling, listening, a sparrow eyed them through the storm, before gliding back to the meadow for reinforcements…

"Please! It’s not to far off now AND EVEN THE STORM HAS DIED A LITTLE, just one step aT A TIME THAT’S IT KEEP MOVING FRIEND"

He slumps forwards into the snow several times before finally finding the field beyond the mountain. With an inhale of relief, he drops to his knees and then to his side, clutching his sides and hands in agony, feeling them beginning to thaw at a very slow rate.

25 notes9.13:42 AM

Frost - Sierra

mxnarque:

Without another word, she brought them back to the mall where Pernicious had taken up residence.

"My name is Pernicious Symphony. Pernicious for short." She said, pulling him into a bridal-style carry. She brought him into a room to the side, setting him down on a cot, then started to remove his soaked jacket.

"Do you have the strength to talk?" She asked, wrapping her hands around his, the heat given off by them seemingly inhuman.

"If so, it’d be wonderful if you could explain why you were freezing your rear off on a mountain.”

As the heat thaws his frozen skin, he opens his soaked eyes and stares at her with the most brilliant blue iris’ this side of Frost. “My name.. is Owl..” He feels that his hoodie is missing, still too sluggish to move very fast at the moment, so he settles. He hates it when his clothing is missing, feeling and being this vulnerable urked him to no end.

"I was up on the mountain.. because I saw.. saw something glint.. in the sunlight.." His still shivering voice answers her from behind his owl-like mask.

25 notes9.13:40 AM

Frost - Sierra

mxnarque:

i-am-the-watcher:

Freezing. Alone. Owl had finally found himself in an irreversible situation that could possibly end in his demise. The forest, ‘Frost’, was unforgiving in the winter, but it was always winter on the mountains to the west. He’d gone up in search of an object that glinted in the sunlight from so far away. Little did he know, the shimmer was merely a trick of the eye.

In snow up to his knees, his frosted pink hands clutch the sides of his arms as he moves down the mountain as fast as he can, but there’s no stopping nature in her swift course of life and death. He can feel the tips of his fingers beginning to become grey and sting as the cold begins claiming his exposed skin. 

"End it quick if this is how it must end.. Master." He shudders aloud into the rocky void around him, but the only answer he receives, is the howl of the wind. Perhaps it was better that it end this way, instead of another. Gryn would surely not save him, he was heartless in comparison to Owl.

What could be done? Nothing, as far as Owl knew..

Sipping wine quietly, a former proxy had her ear pressed to the window, listening to the snow fall. A calming time for her, as she related snow with the best times of her long life.

Listening so intently, she could suddenly hear the begging of a man on his deathbed.

But this wasn’t an ordinary man. 

"Perni-?" Tree looked up from his book as she stood, setting her wine down.

"I’ll be back." She said, disappearing in a small gust of wind.

Next thing she knew, the wind was howling in her ears, and a cold burn beginning in her fingertips. Even her usually cold body wasn’t capable of fending off this frost.

Not ten feet in front of her, laying in the snow, was the man she had heard. Lighting a flame in her palm, she came up behind him, grabbed him by his shirt and hoisted him to his feet.

"Monsieur, I hope you don’t mind, but, I’m saving your life.”

With a shake of his head and not much more than a muffled agreement, he merely goes limp in her grasp, feeling the warmth wake him from his almost permanent frozen slumber. Who was this person.. Had he met them before? He was sure to find out once she got him off this mountain and into a place that was far more quiet than this.

25 notes9.13:28 AM

Frost - Sierra

animals-and-elements:

i-am-the-watcher:

Freezing. Alone. Owl had finally found himself in an irreversible situation that could possibly end in his demise. The forest, ‘Frost’, was unforgiving in the winter, but it was always winter on the mountains to the west. He’d gone up in search of an object that glinted in the sunlight from so far away. Little did he know, the shimmer was merely a trick of the eye.

In snow up to his knees, his frosted pink hands clutch the sides of his arms as he moves down the mountain as fast as he can, but there’s no stopping nature in her swift course of life and death. He can feel the tips of his fingers beginning to become grey and sting as the cold begins claiming his exposed skin. 

"End it quick if this is how it must end.. Master." He shudders aloud into the rocky void around him, but the only answer he receives, is the howl of the wind. Perhaps it was better that it end this way, instead of another. Gryn would surely not save him, he was heartless in comparison to Owl.

What could be done? Nothing, as far as Owl knew..

Nature can be kind at times. to those who are worthy. others are just lucky.

"oh no no no NO, End YOUR LIFE? oh no no NO, Your master must find you to valuable or useful to let you have eternal rest THAT EASY"

A voice filled with merriment arose from the howling winds. followed by the faint flutter of wings as something landed gently on the stranger’s shoulder.

right next to his ear would be the voice of a small bird, chirping away how cold and wonderfully beautiful the mountains. where there anyone else? oh look! a lovely pattern along the rock face. and did you see how beautiful the Forest was?

the talking went on until there was an abrupt pause.

"OH by the way I am Sunshine! who are you? Are you lost? are you just out for a cold stroll in the winter storm?"

The voice was loud enough to wake him from his drifting consciousness and jerk him back into the real world from the growing darkness in his mind. “I’m dying. I need to make it back down to the fields.” His shivering voice desperately creaks through his clattering teeth inside his mask. 

"Lead me.. guide me.. Help.. help me.." He takes another step forwards, a huge amount of snow having caked onto his front now falling away to reveal his grey, frozen hands.

25 notes9.13:25 AM

Frost - Sierra

Freezing. Alone. Owl had finally found himself in an irreversible situation that could possibly end in his demise. The forest, ‘Frost’, was unforgiving in the winter, but it was always winter on the mountains to the west. He’d gone up in search of an object that glinted in the sunlight from so far away. Little did he know, the shimmer was merely a trick of the eye.

In snow up to his knees, his frosted pink hands clutch the sides of his arms as he moves down the mountain as fast as he can, but there’s no stopping nature in her swift course of life and death. He can feel the tips of his fingers beginning to become grey and sting as the cold begins claiming his exposed skin. 

"End it quick if this is how it must end.. Master." He shudders aloud into the rocky void around him, but the only answer he receives, is the howl of the wind. Perhaps it was better that it end this way, instead of another. Gryn would surely not save him, he was heartless in comparison to Owl.

What could be done? Nothing, as far as Owl knew..

25 notes9.12:56 AM

Time to say adieu to the Divines

divinesofalptraum:

Although times have been great in the past, the unfortunate truth is this:

I’ve been working so long now that I’ve lost my creative drive for the Divines. Their story has developed, grown and finally culminated in a satisfying end. However, a majority of my partner writers have abandoned the ones that served as mates to my cast of characters, and in turn, put an end to any further involvement my characters could ever possibly have with any sort of storyline whatsoever.

It’s been fun guys. It really has. But the divines are tired, and ready to take a long, deserved rest. With this permanent/semi permanent hiatus, I sever all ties to your characters if there ever was one. 

And yes, this does include Connor. As much as it pains me to see him separated from his other half, creative and personal differences between myself and the mod that owned his mate, has driven them apart. Possibly for good. Honestly, without her, he has no purpose. 

So again, I apologize if you liked Rping with these characters. I apologize if this upsets you in any way at all. I hope that in time, perhaps I’ll find the drive to use them again. Maybe something new and fantastic will develop.

However for now, their character traits would be depressing. There’s been too much taken from them for them to be played correctly.

Thank you for all the good times, even the bad. We all learned something from each other. We all developed and moved on. I thank you for all the love and support you showed me and my characters. 

Thank you. Goodbye.

9 notes12.181:49 AM