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Zhen
@OFS1LKANDFUR
¤ fabric and fur merchant ¤ retired warrior and war hero ¤ chronically ill ¤ fantasy verses ¤
21+ MDNI Katılım Mart 2023
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He doesn't mind witchers or elves...Zhen has been around long enough to have found peace with many kinds of peoples.
He cleared his throat and nodded. "It is nothing," he smiled, assuring the other despite the near constant pain he was in.
Víðir@wolfisim
most wouldn't join a witcher, let alone an elf at a fire, many either feared or despised his kind. the words register, a nod, a hum even.. before that cough catches his attention. “ are you well? ”
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He sat in silence with the other for many long minutes,warming his hands against the flames,even moving closer to sit right in front of the fire on the ground.
"A peaceful night,"he said kindly, gaze focusing on the other before he turned to cough into his sleeve, lungs burning.
Víðir@wolfisim
the fur over the witchers shoulders was, wolf pelt. kept around himself, even as the heat of the fire met his skin. looking into the flames, he didn't need to lift his head to know he had company, the elf heard the others steps when he first entered the space.
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Zhen moved to sit across from the other, wrapping his own cloak around himself, the fabric silken and dark blue, lined with black fur.
He knew the look the other had on his face, the look of someone who had just been bloodied in battle and returned alone, exhausted.
Víðir@wolfisim
he is unsure he'd be good company to the other, the fur is fine, the other can sit.. there is enough space.
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Seems the other could use some company, perhaps a more sufficient blanket or fur to keep him warm?
Víðir@wolfisim
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_ Vesemir || Wolf Witcher_
Sᴛᴀʏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ,
ᴡᴏʟғ.
☾ Multiverse
☾ SFW (nsfw w chem)
☾ Eng || will match style
☾ Found the fountain of Youth. Read below.
☾ #witcherRP ☾
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@cutthroatkot -- voices. He leaned over, retching and expelling blood from his mouth. He hit his fist against the caravan. It would not be long before he went unconscious.
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@cutthroatkot The spectre recoiled when the silver blade cut through its arm, an echoing screech sounding. The hym tried once again to move, still trapped by the sign, it was unsuccessful.
Zhen's vision was starting to speckle with dark spots, his mind slowly but surely being rid of the --
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His gaze is loosely holding the other's. He is not suspicious, unless the other thinks a traveling merchant is so...
Zhen turns to cough, lungs feeling as though they might collapse. Still, he managed a smile.
"Are you looking to buy some furs? Or perhaps silk?"
𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍.@cutthroatkot
And a face and smell he's never seen before. Should he be suspicious?
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Unfortunately, he must only watch from the sidelines despite the urge to pick up his swords again...
𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍.@cutthroatkot
He's enjoying sparring with the local knights (and the reader) when they're not actively trying to kill him. Apparently, there's a bet on who can touch him. It went up to 40 gold pieces.
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@cutthroatkot -- It was agony, but he would not, /could not/, die because of the deal he made. It allowed him to become the perfect host for the hym. It could feed on him forever if it wasn't stopped.
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@cutthroatkot The hym, too focused on its host was trapped by the sign, unable to go further.
Outside, Zhen's head rest in his hands, fingers tugging at silver hair, head throbbing. Another coughing fit, lungs aching and burning, mind racing. All of this at once... --
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"Ah," he sighed and set the blanket aside. "Perhaps you would enjoy some fabric woven from the silk of ancient spiders?" Zhen asked, tilting his head, gaze intense.
𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧@BurnTheButcher
A scoff left him. “I’ll stick with the brothel blankets at that rate.” Though, something like that would be something his bard would be whining about. Thankfully he wasn’t around.
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