When a partner's replies give me so very little to work with that the task of moving an interaction/story/anything along falls entirely on me.
C'mon now, I'm not here to roleplay with myself. Work with me.
Miroku, injuries still smarting, watch as the pair took off Kirara. A deep sense of foreboding settled in his stomach like a stone. During the height of their adventures, the group had faced many unearthly perils. An ever-changing, illusory hellscape ruled by a disembodied demon was not one of...
Interesting. Hunter is also my favorite. The taming mechanic is honestly so fun. I love the concept of exploring various zones seeking particular cool pets to tame. I also enjoy the feeling of running around and sniping people, so there's that too.
I haven't played many druids, come to think of...
I see, I see. Yeah its similarly been some time since I've really played myself. I rolled some starter edition toons when the Shadowlands pre-patch rolled out (it's actually shocking how much content you can get out of starter edition now). But yeah, cool to find another WoW fan!
Miroku winced slightly as his wounds were looked after, but otherwise steadied himself. The news that a barrier had been sprung in the forest saw the monk attempt to stand in spite of his physical suffering. However, his muscles, his joints, every bit of him begged for rest, and the monk had...
It was a wonder Miroku was even still conscious. A network of cuts and scars marred his torso, many having never properly healed. Dark circles ran beneath bloodshot eyes. His throat was dry and aching after calling out to them, he could hardly say a word more.
He couldn't believe he was home...
"Kagome," breathed Inuyasha, his face grave. It didn't matter what he said, he knew no amount of words would give his beloved any sort of lasting comfort, not with what could be at stake. He met her lovely brown eyes, arms encircling her as he allowed the moment to lapse into a pregnant silence...
As he entered through the cloth leading into their humble little home, the monk's shoulders sagged. For a moment, the weight of Sesshomaru and Kagome's concerns weighed on him. A demon with an aura greater than Naraku's? After nearly four years of peace, it was almost unthinkable.
Miroku had...
Miroku laughed. As irritable as Jaken could be, the little imp made for a surprisingly good caretaker.
Beaming once more at the twins as they played with the chagrined Shippo and Jaken, the monk went away to collect his staff and other spiritual effects from their hut.
Sesshomaru's golden eyes...