#boartusk

[lunarlightforge]

BOARTUSK

This one is available!! The runes on it read “BOARTUSK” and you can find more info on this blade from the link in my bio! If it has sold and you’d like one similar just send me a dm! Thank you all for the support!

#lunarlightforge #handforged #handmade #hand forged #handcrafted #viking #vikings #knife #leatherwork #bushcraft #elderfuthark #boartusk #leathercraft

[simbasomba]

Fires parents vs fires REAL parents

#warrior cats #artists on tumblr #art #my art shit #cats #wcue #warriors #BlueYellow are fires actual parents #Jake wc #Nutmeg wc #Bluestar wc #YellowFang wc #Bluestar #Bluefur #bluepaw #bluekit #YellowFang #yellowpaw #yellow kit #what kind of fuckery is the name Yellowkit or Yellowpaw #I renamed yellow blue in my warriors au btw <333 #BoarTusk #Boartusk wc #boar paw #boarkit #boarpaw and boarkit is way better than YELLOWPAW and YELLOWKIT #Icestar #icefrost #icepaw #my moot came up with the name Icefrost :))

[roakkaliha]

branchclan warriors hghh

boartusks original design by @cheerclaw !

#sushart #the cattle of red valley #ocs #reference sheets #hoptail #snakesong #boartusk #sushi #mochi

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Boartusk Liege

The boar leads its rider to victory in battle, but it doesn't know how close it is to becoming the victory feast.

Artist: Jesper Ejsing TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #$0.42 #jesper ejsing #boartusk liege #double masters 2022 #creature #goblin #knight

[blue-cheeseinmyoffwhites]

Hello, saw your posts about RWBY Characters' Allusions. A question, does team rwby have another character allusion?

A lot of characters have more than one allusion, and team RWBY is no different. These allusions often have a character fill a complementary role of a significant figure in another fairy tale.

Let's start with Ruby Rose. She is of course Little Red, but there are also other characters she embodies. The Wolf in the story is known for his big & shiny eyes, a very notable feature of Ruby (that was pointed out by Ozpin in the first episode, just like the fairy tale). She is also her own huntsman, equip with an "axe" weapon of her own.

Weiss Schnee is Snow White, but also takes other roles of the story based on her summons. Her Boartusk represents the huntsman, who killed a boar to spare the princess. Her Knight represents the noble prince who saves her. Her Queen Lancer represents the Evil Queen who plagues her. Weiss seems to take after the Evil Queen the most, with her friends often referring to her as "Ice Queen".

After reading those first two, you can probably now understand why Blake is based on both Beauty & the Beast. She has Belle's beauty, part of her name, her love for books, her relationship to "Adam" and her tendency to run away. But like the Beast, she has animal traits that she hides, is haunted by a rose, prefers living in isolation, and eventually falls in love with a human girl. She is often seen in Forever Fall, a forest with wilting red flowers, representing the wilting rose that curses the Beast.

Yang is Goldilocks with her destructive nature & yellow hair, but can also be seen as Baby Bear, the child of the Papa (Taiyang, blue eyes) & Mama (Raven, red eyes), resulting in Yang being a mix of both (purple eyes). Each parent compares Yang to the other, and she learns to embrace the good and bad traits of both in order to become "just right".

The tale of Rose Red & Snow White, two young girls based on Little Red & Snow White, can be the inspiration for the partnership between Ruby & Weiss. The two were sisters, which is represented by the ever-growing bond between Ruby & Weiss. Weiss's fairy tale, Snow White, could also be the reason for Ruby's theme, Red Like Roses, which is how the Evil Queen described how red she wants her lips in the original tale (in some stories she compares it to blood in the snow, both line up perfectly with the Red Trailer & Players & Pieces).

Weiss also represents the story of the Snow Queen. She is called Ice Queen. She has a male companion (Kai/Whitley) who is cold, distant, & rude. She sets off to find the Snow Queen (Winter) in V5, during her trip she meets a talking corvid (Raven) & a robber maiden (Vernal). Weiss also gets pierced by evil glass like Gerda.

Gerda’s most cherished memories is being young playing in the rose gardens with her friend. They shared many happy memories here. This rose garden takes the embodiment of Ruby Rose, who befriends Weiss & takes her on adventures. Weiss reminisces about Ruby in V4 after the attack on Beacon, missing the days when they had fun together. A frozen rose garden is seen in Weiss Character Short, representing her longing for Ruby (innocence, fun, freedom).

Blake & Yang have so many allusions when it comes to their relationship. Start with Beauty and Beast. Blake already shows traits of both Belle & the Beast, but Yang does as well. Her affiliation with yellow, adventure, bright energy, & beauty is reminiscent of Belle. The Red Trailer even directly ties her with Blake, calling her the beauty to her beast. Yet Yang also displays signs of the Beast, most notably her behavior when she is angry. She sparks fire red eyes similar to the monstrous Grimm they fight, and is the most aggressive fighter of the group. She receives an injury on her arm identical to the Beast. Most importantly, she is abandoned by Beauty in V3. This theme of having similar & different traits within one another ties into another dynamic that will be explained later.

There are two roses that bring them together. They meet through Ruby, the good rose Yang gives to Blake. Adam is the bad rose that Blake tries to keep away from Yang, but he breaks them. Adam starts off as the Beast (Adam) to Blake’s Beauty. Once she leaves him (like the fairy tale) he then embodies the Rose that haunts her. Once he meets Blake’s new partner, he then becomes Gaston & adopts his jealousy. Once Blake & Yang defeat him, they free themselves from the curse and come back to the Good Rose.

Blake & Yang also represent the Yin & Yang dynamic. We have the darkness (Blake) and the light (Yang), with a little bit of each other in each (matching eyes). Many cultures depict Yin as a tiger (Blake's cat ears) and Yang as a dragon (Xiao Long). The themes of darkness and light has been associated with Blake & Yang since their trailers. Blake engulfs in darkness when she leaves, while Yang brings light when she enters (kind of like their semblances). Scenes with Blake & Yang play with lighting a lot (2x06, 6x01, 9x06), and fights involving them often have them circling around each other or moving across each other, just like the Yin Yang Symbol.

Team RWBY as a whole also has references. One commonly known reference is the Wizard of Oz crew, with Ruby acting as Dorothy (who had Ruby/Silver slippers). Weiss is the Tin Man who gains heart while the real one loses it (Ironwood), Blake is the Lion who gains courage while the real one loses it (Lionheart), and Yang is the Scarecrow who learns to fight smarter while the real one acts irrationally (Qrow). These four adventurers set off to Beacon (Land of Oz), meet the Wizard (Ozpin), and get their wishes (graduating). They are told to stay on the Yellow Road, but fail.

The team's respective Remnants also allude to their fairy tales. Ruby sheds roses, representing her red color scheme, her youthful innocence, and the flowers Little Red picks for her grandmother. Weiss sheds snow, representing her white color scheme, her cold attitude, and Snowhite's soft skin that gave her the name. Blake sheds shadows, representing her black color scheme, her dark personality and background, and the Beast condemned to the shadows. Yang sheds fire, representing her yellow color scheme, her bright but scorching personality, and the porridge Goldilocks claimed was "too hot".

Ruby represents multiple figures from others characters’ allusions. Penny is based on Pinocchio, who wishes on a Shooting Star to be a real human. Ruby, who is often characterized as a small flickering light (literally & figuratively) she represents the star that Penny wishes for & makes her feel human (literally & figuratively).

2x07 Dance Dance Infiltration is a retelling of the Cinderella story. The maiden is told she needs to return by midnight, puts on a disguise, & goes off. Ruby tracks her, Cinderella enters the stage, the two dance, and she leaves without a trace. Ruby in this case represents the Prince that wants to find the mysterious maiden he danced with the night before. His only clue was her missing glass slipper. Cinder fights with glass, a point Ruby reports to her professors as information to track her down.

There's a lot more micro references to other fairy tales but these are the most notable for Team RWBY. These references influence how a character is portrayed, how they interact with others, and the actions they take.

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #team rwby #whiterose #bumbleby #rwby allusions #rwby meta #rwby analysis #greenlight volume 10 #ask blue

[novankenn]

Saints of the Sword (v1-6)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

The pair walked in silence. Neither saying a word to the other as Professor Goodwitch lead her once student and the former bully of Beacon’s first years towards the accommodations that had been arranged for him and his company. She was impressed with the young man. He carried himself well, and the air of contempt he used to surround himself with was gone. In all outwards appearances, Cardin Winchester was a changed young man. Which begged the question as to why.

“Mr Winchester, if I may?” Professor Goodwitch had heard everything Cardin had told the Headmaster, but she still wasn’t completely satisfied with his answers. Outward appearances can be very deceiving. “Why have you changed so much?”

“Professor?” Cardin paused in their journey to face the older woman. “What do you mean?”

“By all appearances you are no longer the brash, arrogant and deceitful young man who was once my student.” Glynda Goodwitch paused for a moment and gave the young man a minute to consider her words before speaking further. “I heard what you told the headmaster, and while I feel that is a partial reason… it is not the full one. Am I correct?”

“I’m not sure how to answer that.”

“Mr Winchester, Cardin… I only wish to understand the dynamic between you, Mr Arc and your companions.” Glynda gave Cardin a soft smile. “I do apologize if I have over stepped, I was just curious.”

“To be honest, the training we did with the Rough Necks beat a lot of that bullshit out of us…”

“But?”

“Of course you would know there was more.”

“I do pride myself on being observant.” Glynda sighed as she noticed the tense stance Cardin was now in. “But if it is bringing up memories that you do not feel comfortable sharing…”

“Her name was Elise…”

“Pardon?”

“She was a new recruit, like we were. A cat faunus… her trait was her tail…” Cardin gained a far away look in his eyes.

“Cardin?” Gynda reached out and gave him a gentle shake by the shoulder. “Are you… okay?”

“Just memories.”

“She died, didn’t she?”

“Yes… she bled out in my arms.” Cardin swallowed and took a deep breath. “She took a hit for me… pushed me out of the way of a boartusk, and was gored because of it…”

“I’m sorry, to make you relive…”

“It broke Jaune. She and her were close friends, much closer than me and her… but that she did that to save me… stuck with me… her last words were she was glad I was safe.” Glynda could see the wetness starting to rim Cardin’s eyes.

“We’re… we’re almost at your accommodations.” Glynda offered him an out from his memories. “As you are not students you will not be expected to take part in classes, though if you wish you are welcome to attend.”

“We may do just that after we’ve rested some.”

The pair returned to their journey in silence, and for the next ten or so minutes not a sound or word passed between them. As they closed upon Cardin’s final destination for the night, Professor Goodwitch prepared to bid a farewell… until a hideous soul rending screaming burst through the air. Professor Goodwitch was shocked by the painful, primal sound, Cardin however wasn’t. 

“Shit!” he swore as he dashed forward, as dorm room doors opened, expelling the entirety of Cardin’s company. “Jeanne!”

“In here!” Jeanne yelled back as she started pounding on the door across the hall. ”Joan open up! Joan!” 

“Etienne! Guy!” Cardin shouted as he closed the distance. Still in shock at the sudden visceral nature of the screams, Glynda was unable to step in as two of the larger members of Cardin’s crew moved into position and drove their shoulders into the door.

Now, Beacon’s dorm doors were made to be stern stuff. Engineered to be resistant to accidental discharges of ammunition, sudden firs, and unexpected semblance activations. All of Beacon’s buildings were, in fact, engineered to be rather resilient… but no one told Etienne or Guy that. The pair were jarred by the impact with the door, and stumbled back, gripping their shoulders in pain.

“Wait! Use this!” Glynda shouted once she regained a semblance of focus to understand what was going on. She pulled out her scroll, activated the staff emergency code and tossed it to Cardin. “Wave it over the lock!”

With that simple motion, the door swung inwards…

/== Table of Contents ==/

#saints of the sword #volume one #rwby #cardin winchester #jaune arc #various OCs #team jnpr #team rwby #team crdl #mental manipulatio

[shatteredleaf]

kinda late to posting but a lady I adopted in @sotcwcrp

meet boartusk!

#warrior cats #shadowclan #sc #ratclan

[endangered-liaison]

Prompt #23: Pitch

((Content warnings for this one: some graphic violence, and death.))

 "Mister Hostis."

 The captain of the Crooked Coin is cordial and polite as they bow. It would feel almost like a business meeting, if not for the spiked metal armour they wear. Bones dangle from it like morbid jewellery, and when they rise from their deep bow the polite smile on their face is morphed by the white paint covering it into something downright malicious.

 "Captain Gharl," he replies, trying his best to keep the distaste from his voice.

 The wind from the coast is harsh, and Octavian pulls his overcoat closer around himself. A meeting on the coastline, at night, is a great way to catch a chill. But sometimes one has few other choices. When one is a wanted criminal who breached Alliance custody that very night, for example.

 "Your ship is off the coast, I take it?" Octavian crosses his arms across his chest, clenching his jaw against the cold. Beside him, Boartusk is shivering. The Ala Mhigan isn't used to the cold.

 Kaira nods, stepping forwards with the handful of their motley crew that they brought ashore. Only three. The captain, a viera with white paint smeared across her face like jagged scars, and an eastern midlander man with full half his face painted. They'd taken his claims of a peaceful meeting to heart, apparently. That showed trust - or at least good faith. "Our rowing boat can take you aboard and far from these lands. You need but give us a direction."

 "A direction?" Octavian asks, all feigned ignorance.

 "To the ceruleum stockpile you promised. Our deal."

 Ah, of course. Their deal. Octavian nods, steady and understanding. "Of course. The only thing is, it seems to me, I'm the one who comes out short in this deal. You get more fuel than you could use in two years, and I get...what, exactly? Deposited in the Far East, or the New World?"

 Kaira tilts their head like an owl regarding a meal. "That was the deal. Fuel for transport."

 Octavian hums. Then whistles, sharp and loud.

 Around the two groups, a half-dozen ala mhigans with muskets climb to their feet, weapons aimed at Kaira and their crew. Their pirates don't even have a chance to react afore they're surrounded.

 "I feel we should renegotiate!" Octavian grins behind his mask, arms spread wide. "I just don't feel like we're quite getting our fair share, you see."

 The Captain's lip curls.

 Octavian unbuttons his overcoat, drawing a twin-barrelled flintlock pistol from within. The weight of iron in his hand is reassuring, after so long without it. He points it towards the captain's head with nonchalant ease. "I've heard from my friends that you have two ships. The Crooked Coin out there, and a wooden trader's ship. The Serpentarius, or some such? Now, I can't help but feel a band of idiot fucking savages like yourself shouldn't be heading a powerful Garlean ship like the Coin. So, for our new deal: you keep your little sailing boat, and we take your imperial Destroyer far from here. In exchange, you don't get a musketball between your fetching orange eyes."

 Kaira doesn't flinch when the pistol is levelled at them. They don't even react, honestly. Finally, when he's done speaking, their fetching orange eyes flick upwards to stare deep into his, behind the smoked glass of his mask. "You won't be honouring our deal?" they ask, voice a rasp.

 What the fuck is wrong with this tribal? Octavian shares a confused look with Boartusk, the man's meaty hands wrapped around an arcanist's grimoire like a giant with a cross-stitching kit. He offers a quick laugh. "You've a half-dozen guns pointed at you. I think it's safe to say we won't be honouring any deals with you, Gharl."

 What happens next, Octavian will never fully understand.

 They move. But it doesn't feel like movement. They were fulms in front of him, his pistol pointed at their head. And then they weren't. He hears his gunshot. He hears a half-dozen other gunshots, and hears Boartusk start channelling aether.

 Their first punch feels like someone took a lump hammer to his elbow. He feels something crack, and the gun falls from his grasp. Their second knocks the wind out of him, staggering him backwards.

 He's helpless to do anything but watch, winded and disarmed, as gunfire lights up the La Noscean countryside.

 He catches sight of them as a bullet ricochets off their metal armour like it's nothing - their arms are crossed over their face, protecting their one unarmoured point from harm as his men inundate the area with bullets. He doesn't know where their crew have gone. It's just them, standing alone. Their eyes blaze bright in the dark, meeting his.

 Boartusk finishes whatever spell he'd been channelling, shooting it forth and striking the pirate - the thing - in the chest. That seems to impact them more than the bullets did, knocking them to one knee and pulling forth a hiss of pain as aetheric lightning crackles across their armour.

 There's a low growl.

 And then they're gone again.

 Simply gone.

 Boartusk lets out a scream of pain, and by the time Octavian turns his head to look to his last, most loyal ally, his throat has already been cut. No. Not cut. Torn apart.

 Gharl is behind him, using his body as a shield against Boartusk's own men's gunfire. The growl grows louder, more deafening even over the roar of muskets.

 Octavian fumbles with his jacket, drawing his second pistol with his good arm and trying not to jostle whatever broken bones his right arm has. He aims it at Captain Gharl, his angle affording him the one clean shot at their head.

 Their eyes snap to him, and they simply toss Boartusk's body aside like an oversized ragdoll. Like they are the one twice his size, and not the other way around.

 Octavian fires once, and their arm raises to block the bullet before it ever lands. Sparks and bullet fragments splinter everywhere as they charge towards him. He fires again, and they do it a second time. And through it all, their eyes. Burning eyes, staring into his very soul as they reach him. He doesn't even get a chance to swing his empty pistol at them before he feels his leg snapping, their armoured boot digging into the flesh of his knee and carrying on until the bone gave.

 Their hand grips his overcoat, the growling roar grows ever-louder ... and then the darkness is plunged into sharp, bright white light.

 Behind them, floating just beyond the cliff they had agreed to meet at, a Garlean magitek gunship hovers, engines roaring and floodlights bathing the battlefield in a harsh, artificial light brighter than midday. Through the glare of the lights, he can just barely make out the white paint starkly contrasting its pitch-dark metal.

 A handful of his idiotic loyalists turn their weapons on it, Limsan-issue muskets firing on the metal beast's hull like hurling bad language at a god. There's a whirring noise. Octavian barely has time to scream for cover before the gunship's autocannon barks into life, the impact from its rounds kicking up dirt and grass and limbs across the whole hillside.

 When it stops firing, a few seconds later, there are no more gunshots.

 It's just him. Just him, and Captain Gharl, and the gunship. They stare at him levelly now, no rage or violence in their gaze. Just passing interest.

 "Fine." He hisses the word like a curse. "I'll tell you where the damned ceruleum is. Just let me go after, aye? Do we have a deal?"

 Behind them, the gunship lands once more, in the open this time. The viera woman leaps from the cockpit, a spear in her hands as she approaches her captain.

 Captain Gharl looks like they're considering it. They hum in consideration. Their eyes flick upwards, as if in thought. Then they smirk. "Mm...no. A man who does not honour one deal will not honour the next."

 Octavian feels his blood run cold.

 "I'll give you extra. I know stockpiles. Dozens of them. Garlean strongholds that are completely abandoned. Pirate's treasures." His voice sounds desperate even to his ears. "I won't try anything. I'll give you their coordinates, maps. How to get to them all. You don't even need to bring me along, I won't be able to cross you."

 "Woodborn?" Kaira lets go of his overcoat and he falls to the floor, crying out in pain as his broken leg fails to support any weight at all. Their head tilts towards the viera, and she holds out the spear. As soon as it touches Kaira's gauntleted hands, the blade bursts into life. It glows a brilliant red, and Octavian feels the heat even from where he is. "Thank you."

 "Captain, we can make a deal!"

 Woodborn smiles brightly at her captain as Kaira plunges the spear through Octavian's chest.

 It feels...

 Well. It feels like having a hot poker shoved through your chest.

 He tries to speak. To cry out. But all that comes out is a vague gurgling noise.

 "Mister Hostis." Kaira's voice is calm as they grip his shoulder, pulling him forwards. Pushing the blade of their spear further through him. "You still don't seem to understand. You have no honour. No principles. You lived for nothing."

 They meet his eyes one final time, reaching down to pick up his fallen flintlock pistol from the floor.

 "And so you die for nothing, as well."

 They point the weapon at his head, and pull the trigger.

#Kaira Gharl #From Steppe to Sea #ffxivwrite2022 #Octavian Hostis

[squirrelcrow-po3]

Does the whole medicine cats/healers can't have kits or mates rule still exist in your rewrite?

i think i did change it. where it is fine as long as they have a well-trained apprentice at the time of having kits. boartusk (yellowfang) did not have an apprentice at the time, so thats why she gave up her kits

[thecornwall]

Cornwall’s Random Card of the Day #322: Boartusk Liege

Boartusk Liege is a rare from Shadowmorr, shown here in its Double Masters printing.

This guy’s pretty cool, there was a whole cycle of them in Shadowmoor and Eventide, guys which gave creatures of one colour +1/+1 and another colour +1/+1, so hybrid creatures (of which there were many in the set) of both colours got +2/+2. It’s pretty fucking good! I don’t have much to say about this one in particular, it’s pretty bare-bones (BOAR-bones?), but it gets the job done as a liege. And I do appreciate dudes ridin big pigs. Gotta Crash Bandicoot this fucker!

#mtg

[lunarlightforge]

Custom “boar tusk” blade done!! This one has the customers name in runes along the blade instead of boar tusk like we normally do for these. Also the blade has been darkened as well and it was super difficult to get good pics of the blade as a result. If you’d like something similar to this send me a dm for more info. Thanks everyone!!

#lunarlightforge #handforged #handmade #hand forged #handcrafted #hand made #viking #vikings #vikingrunes #elderfuthark #boar #boartusk

[earthnashes]

Based on a question I got from an anon, here’s a headcanon post dedicated to Riju! <:

Like Urbosa I’ve opted to tweak her design quite a bit to fit said headcanon, and give her no clothing as well. I wanted her to be lighter in skintone and have a more versatile palette than what she already did, and I’m pretty happy with the end result. uwu But enough about that, let’s just dive right into the headcanon, eh?

-I think I mentioned this somewhere in the past but Riju in this timeline is Urbosa’s daughter. Urbosa’s mate is either unknown, unspoken about, or simply dead, but I’ve no idea which I’m gonna go with. Not gonna lie, I did have a passing idea that Riju’s second parent is Zelda’s mother for the hell of it, but I think I’m gonna just opt out on that idea; it makes things a little too complicated for my tastes. x3 ANYWAY regardless of the identity of Riju’s second parent, she is half-hyrulian, hence the lighter skin and the starlight hair. <:

Urbosa love her little firefly and while she may be a bit of a strict parent, she dotes on the child every chance she gets. uwu

-As the daughter of the Gerudo Chief, Riju is often accompanied by a guard for her own safety. Her primary guardian and protector is Buliara, an old friend of Urbosa’s. I tweaked her design quite a bit to make her look more unique and gave her the traits of a Gerudo with Zora ancestry in her genes, hence the vitiligo and additional sharp teeth along with much longer tusks. Anyway, aside from protecting Urbosa and Riju, when the Chief is gone handling official business it’s often Buliara who cares for the girl. Riju ADORES Buliara almost as much as she does her own mother, in fact she sees the Captain of the royal guard as her second mom, and often boasts that she wants to be like her when she gets older. Riju admires a many number of people, but Urbosa, Buliara, and Zelda are her all-time heroes.

-This one isn’t so much a headcanon point for Riju as it is all Gerudo, but young Gerudo grow out their manes in their boartusk form after the toddler stage. The mane grows longer and bigger with age, partly because Gerudo culturally grows their hair long and very rarely cut it and their boartusk form will reflect that length. Riju gained her full mane early because she was born with a full head of hair, and it only continued to grow from there. uwu

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Since I mentioned it a few times here, if you wanna see the traits and general appearance of a Gerudo based on their parentage here’s the full headcanon for that.

And some additional Gerudo headcanon here if you’re curious about that:

One |  Two | Three | Four | Five

Aaaaaaaaaaand yeah! I kept it relatively short but if ya have any other questions regarding my headcanon please feel free to ask! Other than that I hope you enjoy the art and headcanon! <:

#loz #legend of zelda #urbosa #riju #the legend of zelda #loz:nm #nintendo headcanon #nintendo #my art #my stuff #character design #character redesign #headcanon #boartusk #gerudo #botw #sketches #doodle

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Boartusk Liege

The boar leads its rider to victory in battle, but it doesn't know how close it is to becoming the victory feast.

Artist: Jesper Ejsing TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #$6.52 #jesper ejsing #boartusk liege #shadowmoor #creature #goblin #knight

[empress-tzi]

                                             Boartusk Info 

#warriors #warriors oc #archingskiesofficial #boartusk

[novankenn]

Altered Destiny (v1-8)

{Table of Contents}

Jaune again awoke, her mind foggy, but her body completely refreshed. She sat up, stretched and yawned. Twisting about, she slid from the bed, and made her way along the cool tiled floor to the bathroom. It was only the second time she had used the facilities since receiving her new body… the first time being a rather messy and embarrassing affair. Things moved along much smoother this time. After cleaning up, she exited the small cubical type room to find Professor Goodwitch standing inside the room.

“Professor?”

“Jaune… I’m sorry…” Jaune was surprised by Professor Goodwitch’s comments, and even more so at the tears that dripped down her cheeks. “If I had been faster… if I had been… if I had been…”

“Professor, I don’t…”

“It’s my fault this happened!” Glynda snapped, her tone filled with desperation and guilt. “I…”

Jaune didn’t know what to say, so she chose to do the one things that always made her, and her sisters, feel better. She closed and pulled the normally stern Professor into a hug. Glynda the authoritarian of Beacon melted into the embrace, openly sobbing, and confusing Jaune even further. Jaune with the lack of any alternatives, simply began to rub soft gentle circles upon Glynda’s back, doing her best to offer the older woman any comfort she could. It took a good ten minutes before Glynda regained a small measure of control of herself.

Stepping away from Jaune, Glynda wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, before clearing her throat, to regain control of her voice. Jaune just waited, her blue eyes watching for any indication on what to possibly expect once Professor Goodwitch had completely regained her composure.

“Jaune?” Professor Goodwitch’s voice sounded so small and unsure. “Can you forgive me?”

“Forgive you? For what?”

“For not getting to you in time. For being too slow to save you.” Professor Goodwitch’s voice was almost pleading as she spoke. “This is all…”

“No it’s not.” Jaune replied, her own heart feeling heavy as she watched the self-inflicted suffering of her combat instructor. 

“How can you say that?” Glynda was genuinely surprised at Jaune’s comment. “If I hadn't been delayed in getting…”

“Did you send me out there?”

“No.”

“Did you mess up my landing strategy… allowing me to get injured?”

“No.”

“Did you in some malicious fit of frustration summon that grimm?”

“Of course not!”

“Then how of is any of it your fault?” Jaune asked, a twinge of guilt, and self-deprecation filling her chest. “Those were my mistakes… it was my idiocy… my pride that I paid the price for.”

“But if I had been quicker, if the search and rescue team had been prepared… this… result… would have been…”

“Are you sure of that?” Jaune asked.

“Yes.” Glynda stated flatly, “It took as twice as long to get to you as it should have! If we had been properly prepared, as we should have been… would have allowed me to reach you… before…”

“The boartusk…”

“So, even with your… rather flawed and irresponsible choices…”

“What I am now could have been prevented?”

“Yes, that is how I feel.”

Jaune sighed, feeling even more stupid and useless than he had before. Glynda’s words and her own admissions causing her to shuffle over to the bed, and sit down upon it rather heavily. Her mind was becoming clouded and slowly filling with even more of her past mistakes, and ill-informed choices. As she sat there, Glynda crossed the floor, and took a seat beside her.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Glynda asked softly, “I’d like to know… maybe attempt to understand how everything ended up as it has.”

“Truthfully, I don’t know what I should say… that won’t make me sound crazy.”

“Jaune... I am currently speaking to a young woman who two days ago was a young man.” Glynda offered, “This whole situation is unbelievable, so I doubt, really doubt this situation can get even more crazy through any information you offer.”

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