Independent RP blog for Fang Yun Oerba.

 ”Ay’ shizz…”

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feather-eclair:

“Loud and clear,” she brought a simple and emotionless gaze upon the weapon as  it followed the woman’s expression, her jaw twitching slightly.

The soldier’s brows curled lightly and her chest tightened from the lance wielder’s phrase. She was not the type of person to violate the younger pulsian, and of course, she wouldn’t dare touch her with the innocence she bore. It was more like she wanted to protect Vanille from harm, and she hoped the raven-head could look into her eyes and realize her devotion to the pig-tailed girl. Crystal gems shimmered violently before her chest heaved to relax itself. Her littlest actions could make them as faint as Fang would not witness them much.

Fang did not intend for this moment to last for a long while. It wasn’t like she had a grudge on the woman —she was her comrade and a friend to respect, but any business with Vanille means business with her. And she needed to send a message, even if it kills her character to. Her everything was for Vanille —her companion, her friend, her sister. So if anything, Lightning should at least understand the importance Vanille is to her through her care for Serah.

But it wasn’t like the mood was going to last forever. As soon as Fang noticed the affirmative glint in the soldier’s eyes, she knew that Lightning had received and fully acknowledged her message. In those moments, her old self came back to the light, her weapon receding and a happier expression replacing her sour one.

 ”Well, now that ya got ta message, what say we go for som’ huntin’? ‘Nille sure loves ‘em behemoth meat whenever I fetch her one.”

director-estheim:

“Would you like me to cleanse it for you?”

 ”Eh, sure, Hope.”

(Source: fangofdeath)

sweetpulsian:

She giggled energetically before the red-head twirled her form which the afternoon sun warmed her flesh and overalls. She scratched her head and cupped it to restrict the heat for a while, a broad smile shone at the sight of the taller pulsian. She did not hesitate to intertwine her palms behind her waist as she stood close next to her friend, gazing down at the sand that brushed off the sole of her boots. 

“I wanted to see Hope and everyone again, but Lightning told me he was busy. Sazh and the rest…they have their own life now,” she leaned the rear of her head against the wall, a softer tone at the edge of her voice, “I waited for you to come back, so Lightning asked me to stay at her place. Boy, I sure hope she isn’t annoyed.”

 ”Everyone’s ‘otta live their own life. It ain’t a pulse l’cie adventure anymo’.” Fang responded, acknowledging that everyone in their previous group had their share of things to do, including Lightning herself. Though it just so happens that Vanille had encountered the soldier, allowing her to be housed with her. Yet, the whole idea didn’t really sit with her right. She ought to visit Lightning and give her a pointer if she were to do anything bad to Vanille.

 ”Ey, just think ‘f it this way: ‘f she was annoyed at ya, she’d kicked ya out, yeah?” The pulsian patted her sister’s head, hoping that it won’t be the last since she had plans for more hunting. She’s hungry for a reason, and that reason means she needs to hunt. Just like old times, yeah? O’ Fangie’s ough’ta get her ol’ self back!

fight-nightmares-embrace-dreams:

Lightning was started at the voice she heard, someone had approached her and began talking about the fur of beasts that could be used as better clothing or even to just warm up in. Not to long ago Lightning had found herself walking in the hottest part of a world, and now she was in the deepest parts of the snowy mountains. Though, the pink-ette didn’t remember them meeting… not once. With her head nodding towards the female and making her way up the mountains once more, a soft chatter of her teeth rung through her ears. The heat was something she wasn’t use to, and the cold she was use to… but never have she been in a situation like this that makes her want to find a beast and slay it with her gun blade. With her head looking down to it and grasping it a little tighter, she looked up to the path they would continue to walk with ice-cold eyes. 

Serah was still out there, even worse, she could be frozen like she was right now. The thought of Serah being tortured or being harmed in anyway made her eyes burn with anger, increasing her pace and not waiting any longer for the girl that followed behind her. If she wanted to tag along, she’d have to know that Lightning didn’t wait for any one of her followers; she was the leader in this mission. “C’mon!” She spoke loudly, turning her head back with a hand that summoned to walk quicker. A soft growl was heard in the distance, an amused smile crossing her face as she saw two large fiends block her path. “Why move around them when you can cut right through?” Her voice was quiet and devious, flicking the blade once with her wrist as they began to run towards them. 

“Hope you know how to fight!” Lightning called, standing in a stance as with eyes that locked to the beast. “I’m not saving everyone’s ass!” 

The hurry and cold attitude was not unexpected from the soldier, for her condition already suggests that she needed heat, and fast. It’s a good thing they ran into some beasts —otherwise, who knows what may go on if she continues like that. Not that Fang cares about the cold as much —she was used to the Gran Pulse extreme conditions that she practically adapted herself to it. Just like a lizard having its skin hardened, or fingers hardening from guitar playing. Whichever that may do.

A thin line of a smirk crease her features as Lightning hurried her to the defeat of these two creatures, not needing any sort of backup even if she begged for it. The pulsian unholstered her spear, its red sleek design fit for any sort of target, even Long Guis. She’s taken out numerous ones before with the help of her Pulse L’Cie group, but of course, taking one out on her one was like a suicidal nightmare. This was nothing compared to her accomplishment of defeating a Long Gui.

 ”Oh ‘m sure I’ll be savin’ yer as’ if anythin’!” Fang chuckled as she began her assault on the fiend, not hesitating to do anything to slay and behead it.

fight-nightmares-embrace-dreams:

Lightning minded her own business, head down as she trudged through the snowy mountains that grew steeper and steeper. A harsh wind blew across her pale face, her teeth chattering loudly for she had not brought anything else but herself and her gun blade; no spare clothing for her to warm up in. The nearest Inn would warm her up… well… if there was one… A soft sigh escaped the girls lips as she closed her eyes, her hand tightly gripping the weapon she carried in her right hand. From a distance, the pink-ette thought she heard whispers… but whenever she turned her head, she could only see the distance she walked and the slight warmth across her face from the wind hitting only her hair. Not her face. 

Deciding she had the energy to run, Lightning kept a steady pace and sunk her boots into the lightest parts of the mountain, sure it was dangerous, but when it came to her and freedom from such a cold place and possibly find shelter for warmth, nothing else mattered. Another yell was called from the distance, the girl groaning out loud and stopping in her tracks to see a figure slowly running behind her. Who was this person? Had they been following her…? Or were they two lost. “…Where do you all come from?” The girl sighed, looking down to her gun blade before making eye contact with the new comer.

“Look kid, make it quick. Are you c-comin’ or not?” She shivered against the wind that hit her bare legs.

Fang was just roaming around for another fresh meat to kill and hunt, just as she usually would. Especially behemoths. The pulsian waved her spear around from time to time to get rid of her boredom in the midst of looking for another prey. She note to bring Vanille along so that she wouldn’t feel so lonely, but in that case, she won’t be able to hunt a behemoth without worrying about her ‘Nille at the same time. Decisions, decisions, Fang. Ain’t all the time in the world ta get what ya want, aye?

What just happened to catch her eye was a familiar pink haired soldier, walking along her path, and started following her. She primarily wanted to scare Lightning, but as soon as the soldier took off, her plan had ultimately failed as she had nothing else but to run after her as well.

Her brow arched upon a very unfamiliar term that Lightning would even dare care her, save for times if she were to be taking things in a joking fashion, which was near to never.

 ”Kid? Well, ain’t that a nice greetin’ to your o’ friend, Light.” She chuckled. “‘f course I’m comin’. Ya ever hunt one of ‘em beasts, tear ‘em out by section, and wear ‘em? Warms ya up really quick, y’know?”