With a loud, agitated hiss, Helm lands in front of Flandre, almost knocking her over with the winds whipped up by his wings. He holds his head high and looks down at her, glaring at her from behind his steel mask.
Flandre yelps in surprise, managing to keep her footing despite almost being launched backwards. Growling, she pauses once she notices who it was. “Is there any reason you chose to interrupt my nice, peaceful walk by attempting to knock me over?” She had several guesses as to why (judging by the glare it was easy to tell he was mad), but she was the kind of person who didn’t like jumping to conclusions.
Still breathing heavily and looking at Flan and Eronon, Helm continues growling, though it decreases in volume as Eronon speaks so Helm could catch what he said. True, Helm was grateful that Eronon had stopped Flan before she was able to kill him- but something he said stuck in his mind. Somewhat immortal- how did he know about that? Had Flan told him? That wouldn’t make any sense, considering he’d never told Flan about his ability- he’d never had a reason to mention it. There were a few people who knew of his ability- had one of them told Flan? But why would any of the people who knew about it have reason to tell Flandre about it? After all, they knew Helm didn’t like that bit of his physiology to be brought up. It was better for him if enemies thought he could only die once. It made it easier for him to get his revenge if they assumed he remained dead once he was killed.
Putting his questions aside for the moment, Helm keeps his eyes locked on Flandre and Eronon. “Perhaps you were able to stop her. This time. But she should learn to control herself, lest she decides to, as you so eloquently put it, ‘splatter my entire body over a huge area’. She seems pretty shaken up that she came so close to actually killing me.” He motions his head towards her “No doubt her reaction would only be worse if shed gone through with it.”
Helm turns his head, and his body turns away from the two as he starts to walk off. “And until she can actually control herself when she uses that much power against someone, keep her the hell away from me and the rest of my family.”
Eronon glares at the back of Helm’s head, annoyance clearly apparent. “You state these things as if they were easy. Do you even have any remote understanding of how much power she has? If any other person had the amount of power she has, they’d probably have gone insane by this point. And don’t you act like you had nothing to do with it! You attacked her in the first place, so TECHNICALLY it’s your fault she lost control in the first place!”
Eronon pauses as he hears Flandre whimpering, then sighs, continuing at a lower volume. “Up until now Flandre’s had a rather consistent line of not losing control during a battle; the only recent time she has was because one of her friends ended up dying right in front of her. Other than that, she’s been fairly good at not losing control. I have no idea what the hell happened here to cause her to lose it this time, but I’m going to bet a mountain of yen you had something to do with it.”
“My fault she lost control?” Helm stops walking away, and turns to look back at them. “Losing control is not something that I have any power over. Yes, I attacked her. I’d heard word she’d said and done some rather unflattering things that had to do with me, so naturally, I came to see if the rumors were true. She wasn’t able to prove she was innocent, so naturally, I had to teach her a lesson. Perhaps this wouldn’t have happened if she already knew how to control her powers.”
A short pause precedes what he says next. “And if what you say is true, and Flandre really is responsible for killing someone close to her, then you should keep her away from people. It does not matter if she’s ‘fairly good at not losing control’. She still lost control. She still almost killed me. And apparently, she’s killed someone else.” With a short huff, he looks away once more. “Someone like that should be locked up, unable to reach anyone or anything, if only for the safety of others.”
» A Tale of Two Felinombra ~Closed with Twilaofthenight~
Helm blinks in surprise as Twila tilts her head up to catch his lips in her own, but immediately relaxes into the kiss, letting her hold his head in her hands, silently staring back into her dark eyes. She… wasn’t afraid of him? She didn’t fear him? A wave of relief surges through him at the realization that she wasn’t sad or afraid.
Twila’s voice was soft, her words barely audible. But with the soft snow around them muting all other sounds in the forest, Helm could still make out what she says to him. Was this the reason she’d been crying? Because she feared he would forget about her? Did she truly think he would say goodbye one day, and then forget everything they’d done together?
Helm wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. He holds her tight for a few moments, not saying anything, just feeling the way her smaller body felt against his own. Finally, after a few moments of listening to each other’s heartbeats, Helm finally speaks. “I will never forget you. And I could never say goodbye.” He hugs her tighter, pulling her even closer to him “No matter what happens, I will always be here for you. I love you more than I thought possible. More than I’ve ever loved anything else.” He pauses for a second, words failing to come to him. So he simply kisses Twila’s forehead once more, still holding her close to him, and says quietly “I love you, Twila.”
Twila let Helm pull her close, sighing and listening to his heartbeat, the sound calming and relaxing her. It was soft, methodical, and she knew that it belonged to her. His heart was hers, and her heart was his, until the end of eternity. He kissed her forehead, and she purred contentedly, holding him tight. “I love you too.” As if it needed to be said again. She adored Helm with all her heart, even if her mind was a little rogue at times. Felinombra were meant to mate for life, and she picked him. Even with as twisted as she could get sometimes, she knew that maybe, just maybe, this would work out. And it might work out for a very, very long time.
Of course, Twila could only stay completely fluffy for a little while, until she gets a little mischievous. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards and she stood on her tiptoes, nuzzling Helm’s nose with her own. One of her hands sneaked up to the fur on his head, running her fingers through the smooth texture of it gently. She kissed him quick and her hand made its way to his ear, which she ran her hand along smoothly, knowing he’d probably turn to mush.
Looking down at her, Helm notices the way the corners of Twila’s mouth lift in a smile. But when she stands on her toes to nuzzle their noses together, he thinks little of her mischievous smile, thinking he might have mistaken the playful glint in her eye. He loved the way her hand felt in his fur, the sensation was similar to having her pet his feathers, yet it was different- it was smoother, the feeling more inviting. He feels her hand move upward, closer to his ears, but before he can say anything Twila had caught his lips in one more kiss. The kiss distracts him long enough for him to not realize how close her hand was to his ear. And by the time he finally noticed, it was too late.
His body tenses up for just a moment, before he relaxes and leans towards Twila. He shivers happily as his ears going into sensory overload. The feeling of having his ear pet was similar to having his crest stroked- it felt amazing. A purr rumbles up from his throat, and he sighs happily. In the back of his mind, he knew what she was doing. His mind wanted her to stop- but the rest of him was enjoying this too much to care.
Your character CAN lose. Lately it seems no matter what my character gets into, a physical fight, battle of wits, or just an argument, the other character will ALWAYS win no matter what. Even when my character really should come out victorious it’s like they have some sort of pride and they can’t let their character get broken or suffer, which leaves my characters in the dust.
» ((Closed w/ Ask-Aim-the-Arbnine))
Helm looks down at the berries Alex had offered him. Helm usually avoided eating anything that wasn’t meat. He was a predator, built for eating meat. Birdseed was a bit of an exception, but only because it had been a favorite food when he was a chick. Still, he leans his head down and pecks at one of the blue berries tentatively. The flavor was mild, and not altogether bad tasting. One of the berries quickly disappears down his throat. Oddly enough, after he eats it, he feels a bit less tired than he’d been before.
Turning his head slightly to listen as Aim speaks, he is silent for a moment or two, the juice from the berry staining his beak a light shade of blue. When Aim had finished speaking, Helm turns back to another berry and pecks at it. “I don’t mind the questions,” he says simply “My species is actually fairly rare, and it’s only natural for those who have never seen my kind before to ask questions.” Of course, he wasn’t exactly as powerful or intimidating as he usually was, so he wouldn’t have to worry about questions asking how he got so big. No, he was fine with answering any questions the young hybrids might have.
Aim steps out from the trees between a couple piles of rotting fallen trees, red and white dotted mushrooms dotting the damp carcasses The sight of his den, carved from the side of a hill by other Pokemon and abandoned, drew a relieved, nearly silent purr from the Arbnine. “Ah, well… I’m more worried about language barriers… Oh, but of course if you have questions yourself, I’d answer them.”
It took a moment for the other little hybrids to realize where they were, tired but happy screeches coming from the two perched by Helm on Aim’s back. Normally they’d be racing to get inside but that battle had taken more out of them than they’d thought. “Rain gets in sometimes but… it’s home I guess.”
Helm knew they’d arrived at their destination when he feels, rather than sees, Aim relax at the sight of the den. he could feel the Arbnine’s tense muscles under his claws relaxing, relieved to finally be home after that frightening ordeal with the spider Pokemon. As if Aim’s relaxed stance wasn’t enough, the happy screeches from the two young hybrids was enough to confirm Helm’s suspicions. This place was Aim’s den.
Looking at it, Helm takes it in. He wasn’t comfortable with enclosed spaces, unless he could still see the sky. But the den seemed comforting, almost like home. It looked like a part of the land, a good place to rest. “It looks nice,” Helm comments to the Arbnine “I’ve never stayed in a den like that before.”
When someone makes fan art for a roleplay I participated in, it makes me want to cry and laugh and just hug everyone at the same time.
"So, Leech. Seems like I've been put in charge of distracting you." He grins. "I've also been meaning to kill you…" Helm balls his hands into fists.
"…Who the hell are you."
Yes! He’d done it! Helm jumps away form Lestat as the vampire releases him, quickly turning around to survey his work. Lestat’s nose was bleeding, and judging by the pained cry the other had given, it was safe to assume it was broken. Even though moments ago he had almost gotten his blood drained, he could not hide the smile on his face at seeing Lestat suffer.
And yet, even though he was glad to see the suffering he’d caused the leech, he knew he’d long overstayed his welcome. He’d managed to distract Lestat, hopefully long enough. If he stayed any longer, he had little doubt the leech would try to kill him. Flashing one last smirk at the vampire, Helm turns on hi heel and starts to run in to opposite direction.
The vampire’s icy eyes appeared to melt at tears came to them, burning them and turning them bloodshot. And yet, he did not avert his gaze from the bird-man. His hands drew away from his face, the palms now drenched in blood. His breathing was heavy, and his teeth were nashing. Oh, that boy was going to die now, no matter what it took.
But he was already running away. “You… IMBECILE!” he snarled, quickly giving chase. However, he didn’t go as fast as he could. This way, his prey would tire out and not put up much of a fight.
That confident smile was still on his face as he jogs away form the vampire- that is, until he heard Lestat shouting at him. He looks over his shoulder and spots the vampire running after him. His smile quickly disappears, and he hisses through his teeth as he speeds up his pace. He hadn’t expected the leech to give chase- though, really, that wasn’t such a smart assumption to make, now was it?
Running as fast as his newly human legs would carry him, Helm sprints away form Lestat. Was there a chance he could outrun the vampire? Gods, he hoped so- he could already feel his lungs burning from breathing so heavily as he ran.
Helm! Did you go to bird school? Which is for birds
"No. I was trained by my Master, and he did not send me off to a special school for birds."
a Japanese White-eye on the train :D
yes i am late for the bird meeting
No. He didn't want to be cursed again… he had to do that. He had to do what the greyface wanted him to do… but… it wasn't simple. Who knew that Helm would understand why he had to do that? A kiss… on his beak? How stupid! It's been a lot of time that he felt a strange feeling every time he thought about Helm… but they were all thoughts. He sighed, and then tried to call him, shouting his name. “Helm?!”
It doesn’t take long for Helm to appear before Ashes, landing in front of the fox. Holding his head high, and with a low growl rubbing in his throat, Helm leers down at Ashes. “What.”
Helm holds still as he lets Ashes kiss his beak. A part of him was uncomfortable with it, as there was really only one person in this world he would have liked to kiss his beak, and it wasn’t Ashes. Still, he lets the fox do it. Once Ashes had stepped away, helm raises his head and looks down at Ashes, expressionless. He looks down at the fox for just a moment before turning away. “There.” He says, starting to walk off “Now we can pretend that never happened. You’re welcome, fox.”
He did it, right? He just kissed Helm’s beak… so now he could return to Blue Mound… but how Helm was acting made him really puzzled. The gray fox looked up at him, who was walking away, maybe feeling better without him. “Helm… w-wait… is th-there something wrong? I mean… you look… really…’angry’…” the fox said. “D-did I do something wrong?”
Helm stops walking, but he does not look back at Ashes. No, Ashes had done nothing wrong. A part of him still wanted to think of Ashes as a friend, even if the fox could be unpredictable at times. No, the fox had not done anything wrong. But in the back of Helm’s mind, he still blamed Ashes for what had happened between himself and Thalia. Helm had been ready to kill Ashes after he learned Ashes was the father of Thalia’s child. But she had tried to stop him, and things had quickly escalated. Now, he didn’t even know if he and Thalia were still friends.
After a moment of silence, Helm quietly says “No. You did nothing wrong.”
I sorry I didn't get to say hello earlier, I was sick last night when I came cross your blog and I just love the game windwaker.
((Oh? Thank you! I love Wind Waker too- it was my first Zelda game. :3))
Photo and caption by Bonny Fleming
Helm keeps his head lowered respectfully, thought the woman’s appearance cause the feathers along his back to rise warily. The throne, and the woman who sat upon it, seemed to shift between different dimensions. They were one thing, yet they were another. However impressive the throne was, Helm was made uneasy by the appearance of the woman. Looking at her reminded him of dark nights, where the only illumination came from sudden flashes of power intent on hitting him. Her second form reminded him of what would have happened if he had been hit.
"My apologies," Helm says "I was unaware of what title you preferred to be called. It is a pleasure to formally meet you, my Lady."
Death snapped her fingers, the sharp sound pinging against the cold walls and piercing Erik’s ears. “Erik.” She regarded cooly, an underlying anger seeping through her words. “Wait outside.” Erik almost opened his mouth to protest, but was swept back through the doors by an invisible scream. “Why, Helmy…it’s been some time hasn’t it?” From outside, Erik pressed his ear to the crack between the doors, listening intently.
Helm jerks his head around to watch as Erik is suddenly swept out of the room. Although Helm had his doubts about the boy, Erik was his guide, and the only person here he knew in this strange realm. But it seemed like he would have to traverse this part of his journey through the Necrosphere without his guide.
Hearing Death’s soft words, Helm looks up and faces the strange woman. Looking at her still gave him an uneasy feeling, like he would suddenly be shocked with pain at any moment. He does his best to mask his worries, and gives her a nod of his head as he takes a step closer to her throne. “Indeed it has,” he replies in a smooth, even tone “I assumed the next time you and I met, I would be dead. Fortunately for me, this is not the case.”
Twila shifted in her sleep awhile after Helm had left. She wanted to stay asleep. It was obvious she was trying to go back to the land of dreams and take temporary residence until the snow had thawed, but she was slowly roused against her will. Twila hissed as light burned her eyes when she cracked them open, the harsh sun stabbing daggers of light into her irises.
It seemed as if Helm had left, but judging by how strong his scent was, and the warmth still coming from where he sat, it wasn’t long ago. Probably no longer than an hour.
Twila sat up slowly and stretched, moving as if encased in molasses. He would come back, she knew that, but still, the action of waking up without him next to her sent chills of fear down her spine. It’d happened more than once, when he’d decided not to. On the other hand, it was unreasonable to assume he would wait by her side for the long days and nights where she’d been asleep. He was a bird, after all. Birds were meant to fly.
And it was that thought that made her lay her head back down, tail twitching patiently. She would wait, like she always did.
Helm flies towards his nest, his wings carrying him as fast as they could. Hunting had been good, and he’d managed to find a deer for himself, and that had been enough to abate his hunger. And he’d even managed to sneak up on a rabbit, which now dangled limply from his claws. But even though hunting had been good, he still needed to hurry back. What if Twila woke up while he was gone? What if she saw the empty nest, and thought he was gone for good? What if-
With a shake of his head, he pushes those thoughts out of his mind. She’d been asleep for almost a whole week. There was little reason to believe she would wake up in the one hour he’d been gone. With doubt still gnawing at the corners of his mind, Helm angles his wings, his nest finally coming into view.