『 p a r a d i s e 』

it would have been nice if everybody could have gone to paradise together marked with kuranosuke

[howlinqes]

why is everything burning || kuranosuke

[kurxage]

if there was one thing that Kuranosuke was, he was stubborn. perhaps not one of his most endearing qualities, but present nonetheless. and it helped in certain situations— though he wasn’t sure if being stubborn after being kidnapped was helpful or not. to be attached to someone else in the way that they were…it was absurd, and he had wanted nothing to do with it at first. the pull he felt in his mind towards another being was not appreciated, not when he could hardly deal with his own problems.

now? there was an overwhelming sense of fear, unlike anything he had ever felt before. it wasn’t the fleeting, passing anxiety of being lost, or of making a mistake, or even of knowing he was a disappointment. this was real. if the facility hadn’t been enough, being unleashed into this wilderness was even worse. by all means, he probably shouldn’t have ventured out, but Kuranosuke wanted nothing more than to go back home. it was too cold outside, and he was not in the least bit dressed appropriately. this game was going to be…interesting.

it was the sudden feeling of someone approaching that snapped him from his thoughts. it was as if he knew they were coming— and it was how he knew that they were his partner. turning, his thoughts were confirmed; a young boy now stood before him, looking a bit too eager for their current circumstances. at least he didn’t seem threatening… but he’d try to reserve judgement until he knew just a bit more about him.

hey, he was learning.

   “ I think so. Ah— I kind of feel terrible for not       looking for you sooner. What circumstances       to meet each other in… ”

[howlinqes]

                   「☪」—» There was quite a lot Toboe could discern from the bond he shared with the other at this point, with all the time he'd spent at this place. He could sense fear, and stubbornness, and a sense of being overwhelmed. All of those things were quite normal to feel in a situation like this, even to him. But there was one thing he could determine that was more important to him than the others, at least at the moment. He could feel cold biting at his skin, even though he was relatively warm, a coat of fur keeping his body heat in, and it took him only a few seconds for the realization that this feeling was coming from the human before him, via whatever connection held them together. A head was cocked to the side, amber eyes focusing on the other's expression and clothes, telling him that they had every right to be cold, with that choice of dress. The words that were directed at him barely seemed to be heard, and with his smile fading to a more serious expression, Toboe smoothly took a few steps forward and took his partner's bare hands in his own, warm wolf breath blowing on their hands to warm them.

                   " You're cold, " came the explanation, no acknowledgement to the fact that the other's statement had even been registered. Toboe supposed he should probably respond, but the fact that he hadn't been looked for didn't exactly bother him, so he saw no reason for the apology. He just accepted it, and moved on. Which meant he continued breathing on the other's hands, trying to infuse them with warmth so the unpleasant tingling in his own fingers would go away. The wolf figured that curling himself around his partner and insulating them with his own fur might be a good idea, but he wasn't exactly sure if they could afford lazing about. The fire still crackled in the distance, and the possibility of aggressors was always a worry. He figured that motion was the best course of action for the time being, so he tilted his head up at the other again.

                   " I think we should keep moving. "

[howlinqes]

why is everything burning || kuranosuke

                   「☪」—» By now, Toboe was pretty confident in his abilities with the bond that tugged at the edges of his mind. He'd been here for awhile, though some of his memories seemed... fuzzy, as though they'd been blurred over. He didn't dwell on them, though, preferring to push forward in his time here. And, at the moment, that included following the pull of the bond, paws drumming against the floor of the forest as he ran at breakneck speed towards the partner he knew he was heading to.

                                      And why, you may ask, is he running so fast?

                   The answer to that lay in the fire licking the trees behind the red wolf, pushing him to run at his top speed to avoid some singed fur, which is something he less than desired. But the instinctual panic Toboe felt at the feel of the heat buffeting his back paws seemed to dim the stronger the bond in his mind seemed to get as he neared his partner, amber eyes lighting up with glee as he neared the place he knew the other would be. He could feel their confusion, their fear, and within moments, the boy's eyes found themselves falling on a form before him, a form bright with color. Common sense told him they were a female, with the clothes they were wearing, but his nose told him they were male. The matter, however, meant little to Toboe, and a bark left his throat as he leapt. 

                   Last minute common sense was the only thing that saved the other from a large and heavy wolf crashing into their chest, snapping into Toboe's thoughts at the very last moment, and the smile on his lips found themselves adorning human features, russet hair whipping wildly as he landed lightly before the other, booted feet slipping slightly in the snow. Lupine eyes were bright, the smile growing as Toboe seemed to almost bounce in place, filled with joy at finally meeting who he assumed was his partner.

                   " You're them, right? " The pup's voice was excited, obviously pleased to have found the other so fast. " My partner, right? "

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                   「☪」—» He is running.

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                   「☪」—» Things are happening!! People are yelling!!! This was exciting!!!! Cue one very bouncy wolf!!!

[acleverkunoichi]

howlinqes started following you

“Can I help you?”

                             ➥❀ You’re almost certain you can’t, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.

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                   「☪」—» " I don't know! Maybe." A customary greeting from the bubbly wolf, complete with a trademark grin.

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floramaiden replied to your post:floramaiden replied to your post “               ...

idk isnt that what wolfies do they do the nose thing FINE IM COMING))

finally!!!

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floramaiden replied to your post “                   「☪」—» He smells… a moonflower.”

stares at this and thiks about responding nopes away because nope toboe U MUST FIND ME SNIFF ME OUT))

WHY DO I HAVE TO FIND YOU....

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                   「☪」—» He smells... a moonflower.

[a-clockwork-zilla-blog]

toboe more like light of my life just a quick warm-up before commissions.

there’s a severe lack of wolf’s rain fans nowadays.

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                   「☪」—» " C-can't we all just get along? "

[taorerou]

Takane’s summed up a few things from the first movie:

The Black Eyed Peas killed some people

Half the people here don’t know what a computer is.

Real vampires are offended by Twilight.

They also do not sparkle.

[howlinqes]

                   「☪」—» He wants to play baseball.

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lean on me || toboe & shinji

[heroantics]

The yawning pit of wailing grief and sadness was something that just couldn’t nor wouldn’t go away. Like some sort of level in the depths of Hell, or some mediocre story about a character’s life in which never went right, the boy’s internal universe was nothing but misery. From the day he’d been born, to the day he’d been brought in to pilot an EVA unit, to the now present timeline— while painted by the false glamour of happiness on occasion, there wasn’t ever a moment he could say he actually felt it for too long. In a normal world or setting, some might claim he suffered from teenage angst, a stage in life that would lift from his shoulders by the time facial hair began to spout from his chin. In the place he came from however, most would argue that he and the population as a whole didn’t have the moments to wait any longer. With a crumbling earth and monsters a child would only see in their nightmares, there hadn’t been a span of growing up given to him. Or maybe there had. Maybe he was just looking at it from a cynical, hopeless, and pathetic point of view. He’d done that well enough before, why not continue to do it now?

Wherever he’d been taken, he could already agree if questioned that he was uncomfortable. Between the white swept walls and the pristine glimmer of the floor, he’d pressed himself in a corner and had slid down to bury himself away within his own thoughts.  A loner beneath the flesh of a timid child, he’d only wanted to get away from the unknown faces and their curiosity toward his person. Talking and making friends wasn’t something he found easy to come by and overall, people themselves were intimidating to the very core. He’d wanted to be isolated for awhile to better get a grasp on himself. He’d hoped that no one would interrupt or see that tears of confusion and fear had stained the red of his cheeks.

Unfortunately, those things didn’t work out too well for him.

As the sound of rapping steps that were akin to that of a women’s heels rushing down the corridor in a sprint (or maybe a hurried walk) drew nearer, he enclosed his posture harsher against himself. The less he looked as if he were interested in others, the more likely they were to continue on their way and ignore his presence. Unless he was needed, people never stopped to make sure he was alright or if he was okay enough. They always kept to themselves, as was suppose to, and made off with their day without a word. This time however, for some reason or another; that didn’t happen— and to his surprise, contact was felt.

Though slightly wet, sort of like he’d just been poked with a soggy item; the bend of his arm had been touched, noticed. A part of him wanted to extend his hand and swat whatever it was away, showing that he wanted to be by himself and whomever was there didn’t need to pause for him. Another piece though, told him that it was fine another was so close to him and that he should welcome their advance of communication because they had shown him kindness. For a few moments, he sat in complete silence, debating on what to do.

It wasn’t until some sort of lathered surface had run against the warm of his face, did he finally turn his head to gaze at exactly who, or rather, what was trying to communicate with him. To no avail did he expect to see what was actually standing beside him, and with a small shortness of breath being held, he ever-so rudely stared. To his knowledge, this was indeed some sort of canine-like animal. With triangle ears, a long snout, and small whiskers draped from each side of a plush nose, he might have thought this was some sort of husky looking for it’s owner. Due to the size of the animal itself and the seemingly wildness that reflected in a pair of golden eyes however, he knew that this was no domesticated dog. In fact, this was the leader of the predator world. The prince of hunting and the brother of packs that ran together in a family. This was, undoubtedly a wolf. 

His first instinct was to remain still, to bask in the rigidness of his muscles and pray that interest would be lost and he could keep his throat for another day. The second coming of emotion and feeling however, was to let loose of himself, relax. As strange as it was, he knew he wouldn’t be harmed or possibly ripped to shreds to be made a meal out of. Somewhere in the center of his chest, there was a flicker of warmness spreading a mist of hope in which was coating itself against him and reassuring that he was safe. Like he’d been bonded to this specimen, he began to realize that there was no threat between them and that he could even extend his fingers from around his calve and reach to brush them against a chest of fur. 

“H-hello.” His voice, tainted with shyness finally etched itself from his vocals and he retracted his appendage back to himself; attention drawing itself now to the floor. “Are you lost too..?”

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                   「☪」—» In the back of his mind, Toboe could feel what the boy was thinking. It seems almost... sticky, like the tendrils of black that wormed through the other's brain was catching at everything, slowing it down. It made it hard to think, hard to grasp the fleeting thoughts that ran through the wolf's mind like fleeing prey. The dragging feeling made a swell of anxiety rise in his chest, another high whine erupting from his throat as another lick was placed on the boy's cheek, the salty tang of tears playing across Toboe's tongue. The wailing pit only seemed to be getting larger, trying to drag him into it as well. It made a growl rumble through his vocal cords, a low gravel of irritation. He wasn't going to allow this. This person, in whatever way this system worked, was his now. To Toboe, this boy was pack, and pack was the most important thing to his lupine instincts. It meant family, closeness, the warmth of companionship. It didn't include the gaping sadness ravaging through the other, staining his heart black.

                   Another low rumble sparked from the canine's throat, his muzzle pushing even further into the crook of the boy's arm. He detected the fingers brushing against the coarse fur on his chest, and russet ears pricked up at the sound of his voice, that hesitant shyness almost amusing. If he had been posing as a human, Toboe would have flashed an infectious grin, but right now, he sensed this was the best way to get through to the other, his affectionate tongue and thumping tail sending a clear message as to his temperament, simple body language that conveyed a meaning as clear as any human words. Briefly, Toboe burrowed into the other's arm even more, breaking through enough to lick at the black mark swirling on his arm, identical to his own. It marked them as bound, together in a way they had never felt before. It would hopefully give a clue to the other, telling him who exactly he was.

                   And with that out of the way, the russet wolf turned to the more obvious problem at hand. The darkness that threatened to engulf them both, the instability that wracked the boy's mind and spilled over onto his own, back tendrils that snagged behind his eyes and threatened to dim his vision. It had run rampant for far too long, ravaging Toboe's packmate like something rabid, destroying him from the inside. But that was okay. He would take care of it, or at least try. He himself was bright, brighter than anyone he'd ever met, and he'd use all the lights dancing through his own chest to subdue the negative energy filling up the boy's veins. With the resident joy and excitement he always felt, it should be possible. Through the cord that he could feel between them, taught with the tiny amount of space between them. Another lap on the other's cheek was the only thing Toboe needed to push and bully his way into his mind, reaching at the bond and tugging, drawing them ever closer. For him, this was simple. He was used to drawing people together, forcing them to closer. He would do it now, and this time, he had help.

                   Starbursts seemed to explode behind Toboe's eyes as he mustered all the good feelings he had, the memories of his pack, of Tsume and Kiba and Hige, of Blue and the way they had traveled together, all the good he had ever felt. Whether it had been when he'd bit into his favorite food (chocolate cake), or played with kids his age, or even when he'd brought down his first prey. Everything happy, everything joyful that made him so peppy, so cheerful, he threw at the other. He coated the bond between them with it, forcing it across, letting it swell in the crevices that bound them. He wanted to chase the darkness away, if just for a little bit, and wanted the boy that he'd claimed as pack to feel the warmth of a family, and the joys of being close to another, someone who actually cared for him.

[howlinqes]

                   「☪」—» Soft sneakers pounded the floor of the hallway as Toboe ran, practically bouncing on his heels as he giddily scrambled around corners and hazardously navigated his way through the building, sometimes on two legs and sometimes on four. And where was he going, exactly? That much should be painfully obvious. The scent of food was thick in his nostrils, stomach growling loudly as he raced towards the scent. In hindsight, he probably had other things he needed to worry about before he thought of food, but honestly, he was a growing wolf. He needed all the nutrients he could get.

                   And so he skidded right into the kitchen door, paws scrabbling for a grip as his claws clicked against the tile, flickering into human form for better traction on the smooth surface, a large grin on the boy's face and he bolted through the gleaming steel door, the scent of food almost tantalizingly strong. He made a beeline for the fridge he could see right in front of him, thin fingers wrapping around the handle excitedly before he realized there was another scent, layered underneath the delectable food-stuffs. Toboe jerked his head around, eyes big and round with surprise when they connected with the red irises of a stranger. Her scent informed him she was just a normal girl, and it took him only a few seconds for a smile to split his face again.

                   " I'm Toboe! What's your name? "

[howlinqes]

okay! like for a small starter, cap is 3

[isolatedidol]

What exactly was this place? Where exactly was this place? There we so many questions, but not as many answers. He walked aimlessly, taking whatever turn he felt like. 

As he continued to venture around, he felt feelings bubble in him which made his walking come to a halt. He stood there, as still as could be. Not a noise left his nose or mouth. It was almost like he was paralyzed by this sensation. 

"Gh..!"

Was this..Fear?! No, no..It couldn’t be! 

His eyebrows pushed together in frustration. 

Then his stomach let out a growl.

”..Oh. That’s it, hm? Here I was getting annoyed over nothing, how completely unlike me! This new setting has put me on edge.” 

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                   「☪」—» It had been the scent that had initially drawn Toboe in. It was... dry and dusty, like something that had been stuffed in an attic for years and years and was just being discovered. It lacked any sort of life to it, and it had peaked his interest as soon as it had reached his nostrils. Finding the source had been relatively easy, as the scent seemed to waft through the air, lingering as if it was trying to leave a permanent imprint on the airspace it occupied. Kind of creepy, actually.

                   And so now here he was, crouching behind a corner of wall as Toboe peeked out from it, golden eyes fixed intently on the target at hand. A smile was plastered to his lips, excitement seeming to radiate from him. It was almost like playing spy, trying to figure out exactly why this guy had such an incredibly odd scent.

                   And so he watched, intent stare like lasers boring into the stranger's back. What was he doing, anyway?

[howlinqes]

lean on me || toboe & shinji

                   「☪」—» Most, in Toboe's position, would panic. Freak out, scream, cry, try to run. Just the sight of the mark on his wrist, swirling loops that seems almost mesmerizing, would send them into a frenzy. But, instead, he stilled. The sharp smell of antiseptic burned his sensitive nostrils, golden eyes taking in everything around him, head tilted slightly to capture every little sound around him. But there was almost nothing. No indicators of where exactly he was, nothing but the echo of the monotone voice that had just spoken flickering through his mind. He hesitated, mouth working in concentration for a moment. Lips pursed, forehead crinkled in thought. But, in the end, it was his instincts that took over. Whispering in the back of his consciousness, nudging his attention gently to the constant tug in his mind. Telling him to go. Be close to something. Something that washed him in a deep, deep sadness, a dark depth that bordered on insanity.

                   And so Toboe went. He slipped from the bed he had been resting on, feet silent against the hard linoleum. His form seemed to flicker, and suddenly he was on four legs, not two, and his bracelets jangled quietly as he ran, paws slapping lightly against the floor. It was faster this way, and Toboe wanted to run. To get the crawling sensation out of his mind, to find whatever it was that it was urging him towards. And he was getting closer, he could tell. The wolf's tongue lolled out in excitement, tail wagging just the tiniest bit. Whatever was happening, whatever he was caught up in, he was ecstatic. Was this Paradise? Sure, the words the voice had told him had registered, but what if it had lied? The only thing he wanted to do was find the source of that feeling, though. Lick the face of the person who was being drawn towards, make the yawning pit of wailing grief and sadness go away. He wanted to help them.

                   Claws clicking and paws slipping on the artificial surface, Toboe found his mark. A boy, curled up in the corner of one of the hallways, face hidden within the folds of his arms. A whine rose from the wolf's throat, and any thought that it would probably be a better idea to raise up the human illusion before confronting his new "partner" vanished, a few steps bringing him right in front of the other. The bond he could feel in the crevices of his conscious pulsed with the close proximity, and Toboe pushed his wet nose into the crook of the boy's elbow, soft pink tongue finding a cheek, a muffled bark escaping his muzzle.

                   Hey, hey, get up, he seemed to say, russet tail swaying almost lazily now.