destructive ballad

☽ Independent role play blog for Darcia the third of the series Wolf's Rain. ♗ Darcia is the third generation of the noble crest of Darcia. He is burdened with a curse, his left eye—a wolf's eye. He hunts for a remedy to awaken his beloved but it all fails. He now searches for Paradise, a haven which slumbers at the end of time.

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ooc; Hello! Sorry for the lack of activity. School started, plus work so skjgbdshjgnsbg my schedule is hectic. I'll definitely be on later, later tonight. My last class finishes around 9pm. If not, then I'll definitely be back Thursday night or Friday. If you'd like to interact with my character. Please, let me know. Like this post or message me. Thanks for your patience!

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thank you for reminding me of why i’m sick inside

thank you for the venom, did you think it would paralyze?

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{ Destructive Acquaintance } ☪ whylooktothesky

     Darcia breathed in the gelid wind, the fragrance of that doltish wolf within the flavor of the breeze. Darcia snickered, his lips rippling to display his grotesque transformation. The curse of his clan flaunted in his left eye -- the wolf's eye. He growled, he chortled. His sentiments were ambivalent to the affair. Was this another hallucination? A mockery to the exposure of his malign cerebrum? Hah. They brought it upon themselves. This exploration of Paradise? It would be his, it would be all his. He curled his appendages, his digits enduring the rage which pulsed within them. His sentiments were nothing but a throne of indignation. The dearest flower maiden had chosen this reprehensible beast. Why not him, why not Darcia—but no matter. He would strip the gaiety from the white wolf just as this repugnant, wolf's eye had stripped his lost love from his very arms. 

     "Kiba—it's good to see you."

     With this vomitous stench, he knew it wasn't a phantasmagoric shadow created by his dark cerebrum. Darcia chortled. He awaited this very moment. He would divulge his metamorphosis but not now. He would slowly provoke the white wolf and sink his venom into their cherished Paradise. 

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wails and flops

aH, KIBA. We meet aGAIN

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nO. not hAPPY. 

wHINE.

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casually rips off shirt

leT THIS BATTLE beGIN

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ooc; there is a porn in the Darcia tag. 

WHy

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Once a year on the night of a full moon, flowers will be called by the moon and return to Paradise.

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intense screeching intensifies.

dARCIA.

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wails and flops

aH, KIBA. We meet aGAIN

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I'm curious. Why play Darcia? He's evil, he does nothing but horrible things to the wolves. Also! I'm curious to your shippings to Darcia as well as who do you see as rivals and allies for your character?

this was from a year ago, omg. I apologize. 

     I believe Darcia is a misunderstood character. At first his only wish is to revive his beloved, Hamona, who slumbers in Paradise sickness. He inflicts no harm at first. In fact, he purloins Cheza, the flower maiden in order to save his dearest Hamona. His interaction with the flower maiden is not harmful, he does not maltreat her. Within his ship, he gives Cheza the proper care, having her feet dipped in some kind of liquid for her to endure life outside of that sphere. This scene was actually perplexing to me. When Kiba and Cheza intertwine their fate, yet again, Darcia accepts it. At that very moment when Cheza leaps from the ship, he strives to grab her hand and as she flitters in a circle, she encounters the wolves. Darcia touches his wolf's eye and slips a small smile. I thought how odd, why is he smiling? I thought about it and I now believe that he felt the presence of the wolves and contains a small flitter of hope within his heart. To witness the bond of the flower maiden and the white wolf collide once again, he may have felt that he, himself, has a chance to reunite with his love, Hamona. And yes, before he catches Cheza once again, he inflicts devastation upon the wolves; but wouldn't you do whatever it took to save your dear loved one? In the end, his plan was indeed successful, Cheza voluntarily accepted Darcia's invitation, in order to discontinue the torture.

     When he finally arrives to his castle with Cheza, he discovers the horrific news of his Hamona—dead. You can see how he manages that rage. His countenance contorts into despair, he bellows and he sobs in a horrific manner. He is a damaged person. The person he loved is g o n e. He loses his humanity as well as his rationally and so his main goal now is to take Paradise away from the wolves. Just as his clan's curse took away the only thing that he loved. It's true—when a person grieves, they stop caring all completely and in Darcia's case—he certianly stopped caring, all completely. 

     As for my ships with Darcia. my ships are rather odd. I ship Darcia with Cheza, Neige and maybe Cher? I mostly accept Cheza as his partner because if she had given Darcia a chance (Darcia is in fact a decedent of the wolves), I feel as if she could of seriously healed his scars. 

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      The doltish wolves

Dancing beneath the silver m o o n

little do they know

their {waning beloved} will rot

to crimson ash

                          with my spells of vitriolic cataclysm 

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A Seraph's Playroom × starter

     Darcia chortled to himself, his plangent expression shielded by his porcelain, svelte digits. He concealed his lugubrious countenance through his skin of poison, his veins pulsing in a bitter rue. He could not aid such sentiments for he was a man of ruin—a man caught in the the endless rhythm of humans cataclysm.

     He was prisoned by his sweet rapunzel. Indeed, it was doltish of him to court a maiden but her crafts were a hex of foolish love. He was enchanted by the pulchritude in which she possessed. Her fragrance, her taste, his dexterity against her body—it was truly a noble's reverie to engage in such passion, however, their intimacy became charcoaled dust. She slipped into a nonchalant slumber, her beauty encased in an immortal plague. He was furious, how dare the gods take away his love. It was a simple theatre act of derision against him. He rippled in rage, he raved in the prayers of miracles and vexed in vehement behavior. He held his beloved for moon to witness the waning sorrow of his heart. He slumped to his knees and took a good look at his dearest Hamona.

     And so here he was; in front of the waxed statues of the noble cathedral. Their skin were splotched in milk white, their doleful visage frozen in a museum for the indigent. Every human inked in a malediction came here. He was searching for answers, he was in want of a savior but again, he chuckled, his lips splitting into a deviant smile. How silly of him to anticipate the arrival of a savior. He shook the proposal from his cerebrum. He ambled down the melancholy chamber, towards the the entrance. Step by step, his byzantium robes dragged across the stained carpet. Suddenly, he felt a tap on the shoulder. Who dares disturb him, the infernal behemoth of ragged affection. 

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ooc; Alright, this past evening I've been working on a new layout. As of right now, I'll be working on a starter for anyone who would like to interact with my character. I also want to change my url and stuff so skhgvjsbgksg dsjgbdg look forward to change, my fellow followers. 

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{ We will meet again } ❦ Headcanon

八 e i g h t  ☽

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      It was time, the finale of their theater play—the ending days of the world. Darcia sank his fangs deep within the flower’s skin, her dartmouth green plasma fusing with his tongue of dog. Her liquids, they were the flavor of repugnance; his canine teeth riving through delicate stigma. Such taste, it was not a feast for a noble but then again he wasn’t a noble any longer. He was the wretched beast of the prophecy, the shadow of the wolves, the black brute from the book of the moon. His frame painted a rapacious monster but there was no turning back. The cries of the wind rippled through his black velvet coat as the red ink of the moon stained its light for the pathway to Paradise. The world was gradually wilting just like the lunar flowers.

     Darcia disgorged the flower maiden from his grasp, her foul skin ripping apart to the ground. There was no choice but to slay the pulse of these creatures. He would slaughter each and every one for he—Darcia the third would be the last to stand as the flagrant beast; awaiting for Paradise, awaiting for Hamona. He would be with her at last, their porcelain skin lacing together in a knot of festivals. He would be the one to open the gates to Paradise, his true form raveling the crafts of a new world.

     “Hamona, sweet hymns of belle. I’m here; are you?”

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                                                Answer is — {you can’t tell ‘em.} 

                                   They’ll never understand.

                    Because what you did WAS FOR THE RIGHT REASON

                                             BUT what you did was also w r o n g

And you’ll never wash it off

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♘ red moon