(This is an independent rp blog for Coyote Starrk. None of the art is mine unless otherwise stated.)
(( *now doing a happy dance
omg…the kid meme…. I have been thinking about that allllll day
Well~
Mun is guilty of wanting all this……and finding someone to art this child !
“Ya all seem curious ta see what kinda child my muse and Starrk could have~”
*now wants to make her muse preggers.
“… You know I can-
“Like I care~ Isshin got Masaki pregnant wit’ a gigai~ It can work fer ya too!”
“….”
Terrible times they’re in right now.
Old powers, hungry, insatiable forces were rising in the lands of Decay. It wasn’t going to be good.
Idly, Primera recalls the last time their world faced such threat of destruction. The last war was still too vivid in his mind for Hueco Mundo to start a new one.
(Stray 11)
On my rping
- I don’t always feel like doing asks.
- I don’t always feel like doing threads.
- I can be selective with what asks I answer.
- I can be selective with what threads I reply to.
- I’m human and I get tired.
- I’m allowed to do what I want since I do this for fun.
- Please don’t be upset with me because I do this because this is how I have to do it. If I try to answer everything at once, I grow exhausted and start to hate something I love. So please don’t push me.
He’s lazy but he has a decent capacity for memory.
So yes. ^.^
and who would your character be? You gotta remember that Starrk is annoyed by most things but he can get over it.
Cure my Loneliness ((Closed RP with LoneEspada
“I yearn for…”
Halibel refused to turn away now. No, the need in the pit of her stomach needed to be filled. He made her feel more than just the Tres. The stoic woman that hid her face from others. He filled the gap whenever he was around. Her gloved hand reached out, placing it upon his beating heart.
She could not speak it out loud, but she only hoped he understood. Could read her. His beating heart against her palm was welcoming and she found herself looking to the side.
A soft whisper left her lips as she finally finished her sentence.
“… You. I yearn for you.”
And then finally after so much hiding and feeling fear. The truth they both felt had been flung into the open. They both stood feeling the same hunger, the same relief and the same vulnerability. Her hand against the skin of his chest spiked a shock through him. Eyes widened and a slight gasp of air filled his lungs. The lazy monster was being pushed away, put into hiding. The wolf was starting to prevail now. His eyes gleamed as they stared into hers, his hand moved to curl around hers as they stood there.
That light whisper, almost inaudible reached his ears, his other hand rose to lightly stroke her cheek. He was biting back that fear and everything else that made him what he was.
“I yearn the same. I think I’ve always yearned…..’
“For you.” He moved closer to her, clearing any space left between them. There seemed to be nothing now that could ruin this moment.
The look in his eyes sent a sharp chill down her spine. His hand wrapping around hers made her look back at him. The feelings both had finally admitted seemed to have freed them from their silence. Gone was the silent screams.
His hand on her cheek warmed her and him closing the gape made her shiver at his heat. A low gasp left her lips and she found that her arms hand grabbed hold of his shoulders. Their faces were inches away, her eyes never left his at the moment.
He was finally able to touch her without her pulling from him. There was no longer any doubt in either of their eyes as they stood falling into the depth’s of each other’s eyes. For a moment he was afraid to move, afraid he had in fact fallen into a heavy sleep and dreamed all of this up. If he woke it might fade before his eyes and he’d be sitting alone in his empty bed.
But no. The tremor that ran through her as he touched her gently. The sharp intake of her breath at his touch. It was enough for him to know this was in fact no sweet dream.
“There’s no turning back now…..but…Tia chan….where do we go from here?” He asked, his voice a low husky tone. Eye’s still harboring that hunger but he wished to hear her answer before he made another move. One last chance for her to run from him. Or an opening for more. The thoughts in his mind were becoming hazy, her scent was bombarding him. Her lips, and the deep colors of her eyes were mesmerizing him.