of hunger

var sc_project=11707359; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="620b9646"; You're fuckin' with the wrong wolf baby Darkness gonna break your light No prayer gonna part my thunder No one's gonna change my mind You're fuckin' with a sickness baby your heart is a plague on mine mina mistress wendigo

[famxshed]

dxmonicpaws:

she’d spoken to him before, walked with him among the yard— perhaps to get a feel for what he was like, what he could be like. he didn’t hold it against her that nothing came of it, cause evidently something was coming of it now. she had a way about her, a smell  ;  something that brought a smile to his lips as she stood there demanding in front of his cell. her gaze doesn’t leave his even as she snaps and motions to the guard to let him out. kaine is let out and he steps, swinging his arms gently, “yes ma’am, where are we going?”  the black dog didn’t expect a long winded answer, in fact he preferred the short, clipped straight to the point answers.

there were times when the mistress didn’t trust her own resolve enough to lay hands on another. times when she knew it would end badly, bloody. but she had enjoyed his company for that short walk they had taken. he didn’t speak in abundance. no pointless conversation to be had. they were monsters, these two. neither one of them a good sign for anyone who crossed their paths. she knew what he was, and that was part of what pulled her to him, spiked with little curiosity didn’t revolve around violence. mina waited as he made his way from the cell and she took a step backward, then another before turning and starting down the corridor. “to the woods.”

[famxshed]

underyourskinx:

The laugh worked in tandem with the smile in terms of praise. There were small things, little silver linings only he cared to see and those, they were part of them. The rare moment may have been fleeting, but he’d certainly already committed it to memory despite himself. Laughter echoed behind her as he’d finally stepped from the cage. Pace was set to stay there, as he should - letting her lead, the tone that had been set ages ago for him. It was second nature at this point. “If that’s your way of saying I have a way with words, don’t think I’m too proud to take it as a compliment.” He absolutely wasn’t, after all. Shame had died a long time ago, considering most of his life he’d been contained to this particular role.

a glance had been given as she moved, looking over her shoulder back at him, that twitch still tugging at the corner of her mouth. the expression seemed almost out of place against her features. a smile seemed almost menacing against taught, dull skin. but there had been a promise of food, a meal. and she intended to take full advantage. “if i had intended it to be an insult, you would have known.” humor still laced her words, weaved in and out of each syllable as she lead them out of the cavae and onto the street. hands had slipped back into her pockets, one set of fingers fidgeting with the air freshener as a means of keeping her mind from wandering to follow the hunger. mina was all too familiar with the butcher’s shop, her feet  following a path beat into the woodwork of the city long ago. one thing she didn’t need to think about. “i assume you haven’t been here long. mouths like that tend to be swept up before the others.”

[famxshed]

antoniplsno:

He shared her sentiment as far as rentals and fines went. Antoni had paid his fair share despite feelings on the matter. Carried away was one thing but when you found comfort in the hurt, well it was something else entirely. He was a mess of sin, vice and deviance, designed for nothing less. The invitation was finally taken though, stripping shirt off before stepping forward to assist her in getting all the blood off, or out of, those hard to reach places. “There are other places to get them.” Mentioned casually, hinting at something that was a little less…well, regulated. While the Cavae had rules, others did not. “Carried away is apparently a shared downfall, eventually they’ll be finding something more to do than fine.” A reality he needed to remind himself constantly.

his words were taken in silence, thoughts kept to herself for the most part. despite the curiosity that piqued. his words rang a truth she reminded herself of constantly. one day, the council would react in a way that wasn’t owed money. and while she’d deal with it as it came, she knew it would still be an annoyance either way. her body turned, back to him once more and head right back under the stream of water. mina lingered for a moment, enjoying the feel of hands on her for a change. her skin wasn’t tight, it didn’t itch or burn from the hunger and, for once, touch wasn’t terrible. she didnt flinch or pull away, if anything, she pushed into his hands just slightly, stepping from the stream to look at him again. “what other places?”

[famxshed]

wrenpak:

She smiles at the logic of that, a careful balance satisfied and wanting that brightens her expression. It brightens further when the woman turns to face her with a smirk in place. She used to do that sometimes, she thinks. Make people smile. But only in her family, before she came here, and she understands that it didn’t really count for anything. “Are they right? To assume that you would hurt them?” She perks, and steps forward when beckoned, only distantly aware of the misty spray from the shower. She’s more concerned with the itch through her fingertips at this proximity, and she reaches toward the woman’s abdomen, the rivulets of blood and water coursing down her skin. “I’ve learned that some people here like to do that, but I don’t think that I understand why yet.”

the hesitation in the girl came not from fear what she was, but something else entirely. restraint to a degree, perhaps, but not fear. the smirk still lingered against her lips, even when she was questioned and mina nodded. “they would be right to assume.” there was a possible lesson in here somewhere, the need to be cautious of everyone, to expect pain from everyone, not just yet. but the mistress didn’t comment on it and instead, wrapped thin fingers around the slave’s wrist as it reached for her, pulled her closer, pulled her hand against her skin. touch felt better for her after she had eaten, her flesh no longer to taught that it hurt. “it’s in my genetic make up. my nature.” she paused, dull eyes peering down at the girl. “it’s just who i am, to hurt others.”

[thelittleredminx]

Kirk Quilaquil - Blood Bath

[lukas-musings]

Wendigo Aesthetic || Anonymous 

[famxshed]

antoniplsno:

“Thought you’d never ask.” He had been taking in the sight, particularly transfixed by the way blood seemed to decorate her skin exceptionally well. Laughing at the irony in his appreciation for it before taking a step toward the shower, but not yet falling victim to the spray as he was unfortunately still very much clothed. Despite his enjoyment of several of the slaves, the Cavae showers were not exactly his favorite past time. They offended his luxurious sense of entitlement, practically cringing at the thought of actually positioning himself under one if it weren’t for the worthwhile sacrifice underneath currently. “But do tell how you’ve managed to get that every where, last time the fine was fucking outrageous.” Scoffed, clearly not a fan.

mina had put her body through worse, into worse than the shower of a place like the cavae. perhaps it was we way of life, what she was, how she had been treated in her time, but there were so few bouts of luxurious needs to her. she would have cleaned herself off outside, had it been raining hard enough to do the job. but she turned when he spoke, adjusted her body to face him so she could get a better look at him. there was a smirk then at his question, the twitch of muscle at the corner of her mouth as her head tilted back under the water. “the fine will be fucking outrageous this time around as well,” eventually, they were going to suspend her renting privileges, so the mistress treated each rental as if it would be close to her last. there was no death on her hands, but it was close on several occasions. there was a gesture then, a general motion to her body as a whole. “i got a little excited, obviously.”

[famxshed]

underyourskinx:

“You act like I’m ever going to say no to food, or the prospect of getting the fuck out of here.” He seemed offended that she didn’t expect that from him, dramatic gesture of placing hand over where heart would have been. He was sure it was still there, but the ability to live and love was questionable anymore. “Even if it does mean eating dehydrated dryad or not.” Added in with a smirk that mirrored hers, taking note of the way she put space between them again - a silent boundary, as he stepped back from the bars in turn. “I mean, it’s the least you could do after I saved you from ending up wasting a meal on evergreen asshole.”

her chin lifted as he spoke, the pull against the corner of her mouth tugging just a notch higher. but her attention came down to the piece of cardboard in her hand. dehydrated dryad. she hadn’t thought of it as such, but now it was all she saw. and that alone had her barking out a laugh. something far more genuine than any other sound she had let out recently. anything he said after that wasn’t heard, nor was it important. the air freshener was tucked away into her pocket before she gave the notion toward the guard, the silent command for the cell door to be opened. she still wore the smile, the unusual expression that was a rarity upon her own face before she started moving. “come on, then, shakespeare.”

[famxshed]

xmirelaxvanevx:

Mirela didn’t get bothered with sight of blood, having a criminal as a boyfriend made her used to it. She hadn’t expected to see anyone at the showers now, so when she saw the woman washing the blood off her body, she stopped and just watched it. She seemed ok, so Mirela assumed the blood didn’t belong to her, which meant that the woman was dangerous, someone Mirela shouldn’t cross or get her in a bad day. “Yeah why not, but what do I get in return?”

there was no amusement on her face as she regarded the other. no fond expression, nothing short of the hard lines worn in by years of existence. of hunger. when the question was posed, mina turned to completely face the girl and bare feet carried her a few steps across whatever distance was between them. “what do you get in return?” she almost laughed. a slave asking for something in return - frankly, a slave asking for anything, was enough to make her laugh. “you get to keep your ability to walk. get to keep your blood where it currently is.” a pause. “i may not be hungry right now, but i can always eat.”

[famxshed]

wrenpak:

“Am I allowed to touch you, then?” The question has been at the forefront of her thoughts as she’s watched the woman, from a distance first before the uncertainty prompted her to move closer. Her head tilts as she studies the other, watching the blood as it washes away. She hasn’t seen very many women without their clothes on, she thinks. “I’ve learned that people don’t like it sometimes. When I touch them. Some of them twitch, like they think I’ll hurt them, but I never do. Whose blood is that?”

“I wouldn’t prompt your assistance if i expected you to do it without touching me.” her tone manage to keep flat as she spoke. there was a calm about the monster as she showered. hunger, for once, not gnawing at the forefront of her mind. it was sated. quiet. there was a smirk then, coming with the girls words and mina turned to face her, to let her see the amusement that ticked there against her muscles. “funny,” hands fell from her hair, came to rest at her sides, “people assume the same of me.” and then a finger curled, beckoned the girl closer. “Come.”

[famxshed]

underyourskinx:

He had been propped comfortably against the far wall of the cell prior to her scent carrying through the halls. It was distinctive, always laced with a little too much metallic copper, but somehow appealing in a way that felt like a fools notion. Shoulder had kept its edge, but body had already pivoted to look by the time she had held out the air freshener. He was laughing before he could stop himself, loud, dangerously honest. “Oh fuck me.” He shook head, Hair falling into the line of features and invading them a bit as was their usual routine before taking a step closer. “If I eat that, you’re taking me out of here, and feeding me something better.” Attempting to make a deal, even though he’d already started reaching for it.

the laughed wasn’t a usual sound accompanied with her. it came from time to time, always falling from the lips of people who assumed she joked more often than she did, and that alone was a rarity. still, she watched him as he laughed. watched him as he came closer to her. mina’s cant canted, cocked just so and when he reached, she pulled the air freshener back, out of his reach. “it’s cardboard.” as if it was explanation enough. “i just wanted to see if you’d do it.” the fact that he would was enough to bring a smirk to her lips, and add weight to his statement in their previous meeting. Mina pushed back from the bars, taking a step to put space between then again. “however, if you’d still like something better to eat...”

[famxshed]

captivehenry:

–Henry had hoped to shower undisturbed.

Yet, he’d taken a mere few steps towards the showers when he saw her. The woman covered in blood, using the showers to wash away the crimson color from her skin. Henry was not scared, merely curious of who in the Cavae had been her victim. When she spoke, eyes snapped to her face for a moment before they were back to the ground. “I can come back later.” The words came out in a soft rumble.

“Nonsense.” the woman wasn’t one for modest. she’d used the showers knowing the possibility of not remaining alone in the matter. it was more interesting that the face that appeared was one she knew, even if only a little.  “shower, if you wish. or help, if you’d be so kind.” she had turned by then, one hand pushing water from her forehead as she watched him. “either way, pick one. don’t just stand there.”

[ladylike-dominance]

Have you ever seen a boy and thought, “God, I want to fuck his pretty face until he cries”?

Cause I sure have.

[famxshed]

( @underyourskinx )

“here.” now, mina wasn’t known to be funny. she wasn’t known to joke and banter - at all, really - but she had her moments. curiosity, mostly, that people often interpreted into moments of humor from the wendigo. standing on the other side of the bars, she reached through, handing him the little scented, cardboard shaped pine tree. she certainly wasn’t going to taste it, and since he seemed to be so well versed in what the air freshener, as well as other people, tasted like. she had a slight interest. fascination. “tell me what it tastes like.”

[famxshed]

( @dxmonicpaws )

she had never been one for an abundance of words, spending far too much of her life away from voices that would answer her. it was habit - she was accustomed to the silence and while it was different here, old habits were hard to break. people expected her to speak, listened to her words. for the most part. mina, though, was still minimal in what she had to say and now was no different. she had made her way through the halls, eyes scanning dingy cells until they landed on him. fingers snapped at the guard, a motion. an order. “Come,” the single word felt like too much of a repeated moment. “With me, then.”

[famxshed]

cavae showers.

not her favorite place to be, but desperate times called for desperate measures at this point. it made more sense to make use of resources found here than ignite anymore whispered fears as she walked through town covered in blood. apparently, it was bad for business or some shit. the scuff of footsteps were heard first, her scent muffled with the blood she was covered in. but mina turned, a hand wiping the water from her face, and then up and over the top of her head. “i don’t mind if you watch,” head tilted back, hand coming to smear the crimson against the hallow of her throat. “but you’d be of more use if you actually helped me.”

[monsters-and-freaks]

The Wendigo

The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody. Unclean and suffering from suppurations of the flesh, the Wendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption

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