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aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Basìlio - June 04, 2024
after touring the territory with the matriarca, he cannot get off his feet.
unsure of what work there is to be done, he takes to doing what he does best.
if not a killer, why not a sentry?
the air is crisp, tickling his fur. but the sun beats down hot over his masked face.
where he can, he keeps to the shade. but the course of his patrol does not waiver simply due his discomfort.
RE: aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Black Wing On The Wind - June 29, 2024
in its fading stages, the warmth and opulence of her primal season were a soft touch on the senses - so far from the wicked hooks of days past. softer yet winds carried her signs upways, announcing her presence in the jagged borderlands of the draugr kingdom even as she remained hidden, a pair of red stars in the black of a stone's scar.
RE: aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Basìlio - June 29, 2024
the area is quiet, but not quite barren.
the wind carries tales of a visitor. whether aware of their crossing or not, the shadow masked man is not pleased by their presence.
lip curled, his mass appears just in view of the space in which they had hidden themselves.
a growl echoes; the voice speaking his command: I can smell you. come out!
RE: aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Black Wing On The Wind - June 29, 2024
the stars blinked.
the wolf exited, piece by piece;
a long, black limb, marred with damaged flesh.
the nose, twitching, the snout curved slightly.
the eyes wide and swallowing, brighter red in the sunlight.
neck twisted with the head.
shoulders ruined by scars.
a body thin and damaged and small.
and a tail fanning the waning scents beneath.
the madwoman's teeth were pure and white in her grin;
ees issue, vaktmann?
RE: aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Basìlio - June 29, 2024
their appearance; gruesome.
the grin on their face—it is far from comforting.
a grumble denotes his displeasure, a sneer following as laughable thoughts of their meek presence mixing with those of la muerte seize his mind.
but in all, they are not wanted here.
offering a flash of his teeth, he snaps in their direction.
leave! — his rumbling tone and dark glare demand.
RE: aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Black Wing On The Wind - June 29, 2024
she played at girlish shyness, batted her uneven lashes, popped a bony hip and turned her head to a side.
but the svart couldn't hold it long, and she burst with laughter.
ah, ah, sveet gjørmmann, ee not look for issue make yu, ee vant... informasjon.
she leaned towards him.
lah muh-erte.
RE: aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Basìlio - June 29, 2024
closer, closer.
so close, he could reach to touch her if he wanted.
but he didn't.
did he?
he begins to growl in protest, but the sound dies quickly. only when she speaks the name of this sacred place.
la muerte.
it is all he understands.
huffing loudly, he gives her cheek a manly shove with his nose, turning her attention to the palace beyond.
here, he says. la muerte is here.
and then his eyes fall on her again, mesmerized in a way that is almost concerning.
RE: aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Black Wing On The Wind - July 02, 2024
pardon the wait <3
the reds ate the mountain, its coat of pinewood, its firmament-piercing tusk. delighted awe swept her features, before turning to again face the sentry.
yu no speek, vaktmann, hm?she inquired with a tilted head, shrunken eyes, swish of tail.
RE: aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Paloma - July 07, 2024
Ew, EW!She shouted, her dappled nose wrinkling and teeth baring with warning at the stranger wandering far too close to home for comfort.
She looked absolutely hideous, with fur matted and missing, skin and bones, yet it was her scent alone which was even worse and Paloma couldn't bare to stand it. The Handmaiden kept her distance, though barked out to their guard in command.
Inmundicia! Ella esta enferma! ¡sácala!They had the safety of the crown to think of, including those little babies!
RE: aquí estoy, tierra de muerte - Black Wing On The Wind - July 20, 2024
disgusted little yaps, sent from the tip of a bloodless tongue, out of a maggot-white face, the wormhead woman descending on dainty paws in the eyes of the madwoman more sickly and diseased than her own marred flesh - marked with a white as pure as the liquidy shit of a bird taking flight, the waste left after all of use was taken and kept.
( did that skull even house a brain? )
with a short, pitched cackle, the svart leapt back, pausing to roll her orbs between the two, ears cocking asymmetrically to listen to their garbled words.
she glinted, pitched her tail in a defiant gesture - last trace of her season for the sentinel male - and was quick to begin her descent down the rocks, else risk teeth and the continued presence of the wormheaded female.
stiffing a giggle all the while.