WAR FORGED.

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Gonna come back to this god forsaken place, by remaking one of my old canon blogs. BI

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i’ve returned from the abyss of work! although my birthday is coming up and apparently socializing is a thing? so i’ll uwu do my best to get my drafts and such done here. mutuals can also reach me on skype!

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HELLO I’VE BEEN TRAVELING THE DESERT OF MY MIND AND I I HAVEN’T FOUND A DROP OF LIFE. 

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PUT OUT THE FIRE BEFORE IGNITING–  YOUR LIES ARE BULLETS, YOUR MOUTH’S A GUN.

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* & MELODY!

              GAMES WERE ONLY fun when you won. A reason why the golden goddess, carved from flawless marble, enjoyed them so thoroughly. War ALWAYS won in the end. A shiver ripped through svelte limbs, shaken by a desire to do anything except embarrass herself. Black tipped fingers pressed hard against taut muscles, a purr on her lips. “ I want you. Just all of you. ”

      riya can’t help the playful,  content chuckle that flees wolfish maw.  arms moving to drape over wane shoulders;  nuzzling her nose against the soft flesh of melody’s throat.   ‘   it’s a good thing i’m yours then,  hm.    ’   decadence is murmured melodically against the other’s ear;  teeth teasing the bit of flesh shamelessly.  ‘  what are you going to do now that you have me?   ’  heavily lilted vocalization is soft, unlike the god speaking it.

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* & NOSY. 

     ❛ you know, people usually THANK others for helping. hold still. what the hell were you doing out there? ❜

        a scoff,   ‘   you do realize i never asked for your help right?   --plenty.  ’

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* & VELIA.

   ‘ never, oh War; i am merely implying it. ‘

        ‘   teach me then--   go on.  ’

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* & VELIA.

   ‘ the seeds of one. i’m not sure it would interest you – it involves     subtlety, and limited violence, so… ‘

   ‘  are you saying i am incapable of subtlety?  ’

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* & OPTIMISTIC. 

 “I love this plan. I am excited to be a part of it.”

        ‘  sarcasm--  nice.  do you have a better one?  ’

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* & ???

     ❛ —– really? because it looks PRETTY bad. let me help. ❜

   ‘  ----will you go away after if i let you help?  ’

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* & NOSY!

         he watches her, his face scrunching up by her actions  ❛  do you even want help ?  or should i just let you go about with your business ? ❜

           she chuckles sardonically; reaching to remove the shrapnel from her abdomen.   ‘ mu'dak, it isn’t like i asked you to help me.  ’   a cough,  sanguine staining full, foul mouth. 

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PUT OUT THE FIRE BEFORE IGNITING--  YOUR LIES ARE BULLETS, YOUR MOUTH’S A GUN.

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Myths: Ares - The Greek god of war. He is one of the Twelve Olympians, and the son of Zeus and Hera. In Greek literature, he often represents the physical or violent and untamed aspect of war. In appearance, Ares was handsome and cruel. He is often depicted carrying a bloodstained spear.

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* & SUNSHINE!

    allow    her    to    tuck    a    strand    of    hair    behind    her    ear.      she    ignores    the    brunette’s    advice ,    optics    rolling    in    response.    scarlet    petals    drift    into    a    soft    smile ,    head    tilting    to    the    side ,    shaking    itself.        ‘        actuallyyyyy ,    no          !!        that    just    shows    i    shouldn’t    stay    away    from    you.    who’s    gonna    keep    you    out    of    trouble        ??        ’        the    shit - eating    grin    is    contagious.    she   mimics    it    however    hers   is    a   lot    more    sweeter.    putting    the    magazine    down ,    she    passes    her    the    lemonade.        ‘      here.    this    should         CHEER        you    up.        ’

             ‘   hey i don’t get up to that much trouble.   ’    liar liar.   mossy optics drop to beverage being handed to her.  merely starring at it dumbfounded for a moment,  or three..  a wolf girl so not used to kindness.   bandaged palm reaching for it,   ‘   you know--   i’ve never had lemonade before.   ’    here it goes,   she thinks.   bringing straw to full mouth;   sipping with a slight disgust.   sour taste palpable on wet muscle.   too sour.   not bereft of charm ares feigns enjoyment;  swallowing it down despite her current state of disgust.  thinking had it been less bitter,  more sweet--   she might have liked it.  how ironic.   ‘   mmh--... thanks.   it’s uh,  great.  ’  de-saturated hues hold those of vibrance’s own.

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* & SUNSHINE!

    ‘        i’m    not    following    you ,    silly        !        we    just    happen    to    have    the    same    hideout    location.        ’        smile    as    sweet    as    sugar    spreads    across    scarlet    petals ,    fingers    curled    around    the    centre    of    each    sides    of    her    very    new    vogue    issue    magazine.    the    pages    flick ,    lemonade    resting    in    her    lap ,    lips    puckering    to    take    a    sip    from    the    straw.    the    taste    fuels    her    happiness ,    brows    furrowing.        ‘        why    are    you    always    so    angry        ?        live    a    little.    smile    for    once.    love    life.        ’

     ‘   yeah,   yeah,  don’t you know that’s what all stalkers say?   ’   lazily limbs move toward the other, carefully sure to take a seat within safe proximity. enough for her to have a clean getaway if she needed it.  ‘   because,   sunshine--   i am literally angry all the time.   it’s probably why you should stay away from me.   i’m a miserable fucking asshole.    ’   the latter intonation is followed by a shit-eating grin. pallid hues raking over each item in proximity of the radiant ray.   ‘   what has you escaping out here,   huh?   ’   i hate life.  it’s just so fucking peachy.  however, riya knew better than to convey that.

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