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Series: Queen's Blade / MSPA: Homestuck
Pairing: Nowa/Nepeta
Rating: So fucking G it hurts
Length: 461 according to OpenOffice
Warnings: I have absolutely no fucking idea where this came from. Get insulin.
Summary: Nowa and Nepeta are adorable moirails and help each other with their jobs.
The two got up together with the sunrise as they did most every day, partaking of a breakfast rich in berries, nuts, and the meat whatever was hunted the day before. After eating, they would strip, not caring who saw them, and then dive into the river to bathe, washing each others backs happily. With that done, they would re-equip themselves and set about their work for the day.
Nowa would take the higher routes, sticking to the forest canopy, jumping quickly from branch to branch, Ruu happily hanging on to her shoulder as she swung wildly. Nepeta would take the low road, stalking her prey from the ground, using the foliage as cover. When they both found a suitable target, be it meat for their meals or someone intruding on their forest, they would pounce on them with force and speed unheard of. Staff and claw would strike them, either slaying them or knocking them out hard enough to be dragged back.
The young half-elf preferred not to slaughter beasts if she could help it, leaving it to her troll friend. Likewise, Nepeta preferred hunting down more feral beasts, leaving the more humanoid opponents to Nowa. It was a good system; they were safe and never had to worry about eating given their specialties. If they had to team up, they would, asking for forgiveness from whomever it was that fell victim to their attack. Respect all parts of the hunt, and respect those that you gave chase to. That's how true warriors should operate.
The two went home together with the sunset, climbing up to the top of the tree their hut was part of and watching the sky turn to night slowly. As Nowa placed her hand on Ruu's head to pet him, so would Nepeta place her paw on Nowa and stroke her hair. The two girls would nuzzle their cheeks together, smiling, Nepeta placing her head in Nowa's lap and smiling as wide as she could. Both were smelling of blood and sweat, covered in it, but cared not so long as they had each other.
The half-elf reached down and would begin to stroke Nepeta's hair in return. “Hey, Nepeta...Nowa loves you a lot. You're one of the best friends Nowa's ever had. Thank you!”
The troll reached up and licked Nowa's hand, smiling. “Aww, I love you too, Nowa! We'll always be together; that's just how moirails should be!”
The two said this to each other quite often, smiling and snuggling sweetly as the stars came out, ushering them to clean each other up again and get some rest. Propped up against each other, they would fall asleep, keeping each other warm and secure. They could always play more in the morrow.
Pairing: Nowa/Nepeta
Rating: So fucking G it hurts
Length: 461 according to OpenOffice
Warnings: I have absolutely no fucking idea where this came from. Get insulin.
Summary: Nowa and Nepeta are adorable moirails and help each other with their jobs.
The two got up together with the sunrise as they did most every day, partaking of a breakfast rich in berries, nuts, and the meat whatever was hunted the day before. After eating, they would strip, not caring who saw them, and then dive into the river to bathe, washing each others backs happily. With that done, they would re-equip themselves and set about their work for the day.
Nowa would take the higher routes, sticking to the forest canopy, jumping quickly from branch to branch, Ruu happily hanging on to her shoulder as she swung wildly. Nepeta would take the low road, stalking her prey from the ground, using the foliage as cover. When they both found a suitable target, be it meat for their meals or someone intruding on their forest, they would pounce on them with force and speed unheard of. Staff and claw would strike them, either slaying them or knocking them out hard enough to be dragged back.
The young half-elf preferred not to slaughter beasts if she could help it, leaving it to her troll friend. Likewise, Nepeta preferred hunting down more feral beasts, leaving the more humanoid opponents to Nowa. It was a good system; they were safe and never had to worry about eating given their specialties. If they had to team up, they would, asking for forgiveness from whomever it was that fell victim to their attack. Respect all parts of the hunt, and respect those that you gave chase to. That's how true warriors should operate.
The two went home together with the sunset, climbing up to the top of the tree their hut was part of and watching the sky turn to night slowly. As Nowa placed her hand on Ruu's head to pet him, so would Nepeta place her paw on Nowa and stroke her hair. The two girls would nuzzle their cheeks together, smiling, Nepeta placing her head in Nowa's lap and smiling as wide as she could. Both were smelling of blood and sweat, covered in it, but cared not so long as they had each other.
The half-elf reached down and would begin to stroke Nepeta's hair in return. “Hey, Nepeta...Nowa loves you a lot. You're one of the best friends Nowa's ever had. Thank you!”
The troll reached up and licked Nowa's hand, smiling. “Aww, I love you too, Nowa! We'll always be together; that's just how moirails should be!”
The two said this to each other quite often, smiling and snuggling sweetly as the stars came out, ushering them to clean each other up again and get some rest. Propped up against each other, they would fall asleep, keeping each other warm and secure. They could always play more in the morrow.
