Like the fox, I run with the hunted.

Penny Marvell x 327 x Familiar Slave & fox How can you tell when a demon is lying? Their lips are moving.

[littlefamiliar]

🖐 (from Arr)

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other For: @xunnamedonex

          He’s exploring her so gently - a demon - as if she would break, and crumble so easily beneath strong, callused hands. It’s uncommon for her body to be treated with such care, but it is far from unwelcome. Penny relishes it even, greedy and bracing for more. The dragon's caress feels like pleasing pets filled with praise. She: always so touch starved and eager - it takes her a moment to realize the depth and curiosity in which his fingers delve until they have taken a slow and tender hold of her hips. 

          Fingers, feather light, ghost over a scar - ugly and red - once, twice. It is a bitter contrast against her seemingly unmarred porcelain skin. His eyes shift to glance and just like that it is as if the fox has been set aflame. A shock-wave of memories shoots through her body and Penny could almost smell the herbs and the stench of familiar dark magic. An expression of genuine fear and uncertainty flashes across doll-like features - no one but her witches touch lingers so long. She doesn’t allow it. 

          As quickly as the expression comes, it is once again masked beneath a veil-like and sharp toothed grin. “Silly humans,” She coos, trailing a hand up his arm, “always breaking their toys.”

[dovecameron-updates]

[littlefamiliar]

Something will be different about my body when you see me next. It’s up to you to find it.

"....How will i know who you are?"

[littlefamiliar]

          Penny likes getting new cellmates - especially little humans.  It’s like shes been gifted a new toy to play with. So seeing a new one sitting alone upon HER cot - Penny’s eyes gleamed with michief as the cell door closed behind her. She moves forward and bends down as she looks the girl in the eyes, her fingers reaching out to play with dark locks. “You’re the pretty thing I saved from that nasty guard.” He had his hands around her dainty little throat - about to steal the life from her before Penny happened upon the scene. ~ @littlcbambi​

[littlefamiliar]

xdevilsmiile·:

@littlefamiliar·

He’d be lying to say that he hadn’t been concerned about his little familiar. He hated how much he worried for her safety, and yet, he couldn’t rest knowing that someone else could place marks on her body. Her vessel was his canvas, and he knew that neither of them would have it any other way. “Hello, little fox.” Freyr rounded the corner to the room. Busy with paperwork to his own business, a special arrangement, and a variety of council meetings, he opted to have her delivered to his home instead.

And here she was.

“I hear you’ve been a good girl. Is that so, Penelope?” He growled down into her ear as he reached her, before stepping past her and continuing to his chair. “—the question is, have you been good enough to get a present from Daddy? Or maybe not just yet…”

A smirk tugged up the corner of his lips as his inhuman blue eyes settled on her frame.

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           Being freed from her cell, Penny had literally skipped her way to Freyr’s place the moment she realized where the guards were taking her. She had missed him, worried even - far more than a demon such as herself would care to admit. During the chaos she had searched for him - the council building had been far harder to breach than any other place in town. 

           She is practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as his voice greets her ears and she watches like a predator as he enters the room. And - shivers when he growls her name against the shell of her ear. Has she been good? She doesn’t even know anymore, especially when it comes to this witch - his definition is darker than most. “I don’t need a present, Daddy. This is enough.” Seeing him was enough - she had been deprived of his company for far too long. 

          Her own golden hues follow him toward his chair, but her impatient little body doesn’t budge. She simply stands pretty for him.

[littlefamiliar]

evetheqxeen·:

To a degree, Eve had always wondered what it was like to be in high school. It was the kind of journey she had been taken away from and found herself unable to revisit when she did eventually regain her freedom. But the cafeteria at what most referred to as ‘the prison’, gosh even the name was unoriginal, did remind her of a high school cafeteria. The sensation of walking in there and feeling eyes follow you and judge you she imagined had to resemble how new kids felt at the first day of school.. So when it was time for her to figure out where to sit, the brunette tensed as dread filled her, noticing that almost every table was full. The idea of sitting alone seemed far worse than sitting with a stranger.. at this point, any stranger would do. Eventually her eyes located a blonde alone at a table, and she quickly headed for it. 

“Can I sit with you?” she asked, unusually polite. 

@littlefamiliar·

          Penny was used to sitting alone - usually the familiar prefered it exactly that way, unless her lovely hellhound was around. But she had gotten into trouble and Penny hasn’t seen her since. She may be worried, but no other would be able to tell with the bubbly personality she always presents. Currently she is sitting alone at a table, her uneaten lunch pushed to the side. 

           From someone on her person, the fox pulls out a bag of M&Ms - and just as she dumps them out upon the table, a female voice addresses her. For a moment she is busy sorting the little candies by color. “Which is your favorite?” She asks as she glances up into a questioning gaze expectantly as she pushes an offered chair out for the other to sit. 

[dedp0p]

[littlefamiliar]

xunnamedonex·:

The little pixie. He had spent less than a minute with her, and he could already see the impulsive nature in her. It was good to know they didn’t kill her when they got her back on her cell. Many hadn’t been so lucky “I would be happier if you weren’t standing on my light.” She just needed to more to steps to each side. But he had to admit looking at her with the light radiating around did give her an innocent look about her that he would bet was far from the true. 

Even in chains he was able to get a grip in one of her wrists when she was inspecting his restraints. Using the grip he pulled her closer to him.

“Do I look like a present to you, little pixie?“

          Oh - so she’s in his way - but this time, he can’t simply set her on fire. Of course last time she hadn’t been the worst sort of obstacle in his path. She giggles as her fingers dance along the iron which keeps him chained. The fox is as playful as always - but she likes this one. At least, playing with him. 

          As he grabs her thin wrist, Penny doesn’t struggle, but willingly allows him to pull her in. Even restrained and much larger than her, the dragon could be quite intimidating. That only serves to make her shiver. 

           “Yes - one I’d very much like to open.” Penny shamelessly nips at the scruff along his chin.”They may remove your bows if you play nice.” In her own way, she gives him advice - he could take it or leave it. 

[littlefamiliar]

xunnamedonex·:

Cuffed in Iron

Open to: everyone @thornhavenstarters·

This was the only time of day he had to be outside. Leaning on the wall behind him he looked up at the bright sun, closing his eyes and let the feel of it wash over his skin. He missed his fire the most, he missed how it burned his skin when he conjured it. With the brand on his shoulder the closest thing he had was the light of the sun. 

They kept him in chains, his wrists cuffed to the collar on his neck. It gave him low range of movements, but it was enough to get him by. The cuffs worked more as a reminder than anything else, not to him, he knew exactly where he was, it was more for the surrounding ones to feel safe, or to see him as an example. He didn’t care, what ever made them feel like they had him in control. 

Even with his eyes closed he could feel people staring at him. He was still whispered about when ever he passed by. He wondered how long would that last, so he could just pass unnoticed like so many of the other slaves. Arr felt the warm light dimmed as someone stepped closer. Opening his eyes he looked at the entity blocking the sun from him. 

“Would you mind?“

          Penny’s tipped her cute little head to the side, a pout forming upon her lips. “I thought you would be happy to see me.” She speaks as if he has managed to hurt her demonic feel goods. Reaching out without a care, she touches the cold iron chains that keep him carefully locked up, examining them quietly. 

          “They have you wrapped up so pretty, like a present.” She smiles mischievously. It’s a shame most probably wouldn’t dare play with him. Except for maybe a curious little fox who isn’t afraid of kissing dragons. 

[bittercurses]

[littlefamiliar]

you're a dumb little blonde aren't you sweetheart?

“Well, I do happen to be blonde and a sweetheart. Are you trying to make me squirm, grey face?”

[littlefamiliar]

I baked some cinnamon rolls. They have... icing.

“All for me? Is this because I was such a good girl during the attack? I didn’t kill anyone this time!”

[littlefamiliar]

ideal best friend?

“Violet calls herself my ride or die - I’m not entirely sure what that means but why would she have to die? Riding is fun.”

@hound-fromthe-depthsofhell

[pawnees]

[marquis-de-la-rose-noire]

[littlefamiliar]

xunnamedonex·:

Event: NPC || Follow or Burn

The old one nodded at the tinny girl at her words. “Wise choice my child”. If only the ones in charged of this city could see the time-bombs they had made. The locked beautiful creatures in their cells, put them down, compressed them into tinny toys they could play without. If they saw how they were only adding fuel to the fire they would have stopped long ago. 

The bars between them melted in his grip and soon he was entering her cell and extending his still burning hand to her “The follow me…”

“It’s time for them to dance in the fire“

           Penny has been let out of these cells, and escaped them many times before. She has been running for years. And In this moment she is given an opportunity that may never present itself again. She would be a fool to stay. Her fluffed orange tail swishes behind her and tall ears stand atop her blonde head in alert. She is no longer as nervous as she was a moment ago. Lips curl into a cunning smile as the bars melt beneath strong hands. “I must find my witch.”

          Without a second thought the fox flings herself forward into a fluid leap that brings her against a hard chest. And as if climbing barks of a tree she wraps herself around the broad figure before swooping in to steal a kiss in thanks as screams and fire burned a trail down the hall.

[littlefamiliar]

xunnamedonex​:

Event: NPC || Follow or Burn

Open to: Caged Slaves @thornhavenstarters​

The dark figure showed up from nowhere. You really didn’t saw from where he came from untill he was standing outside your cell. He looked at you like he was reading your soul wanting to find the secrets you didn’t even know you had.  

“Times are changing child.“ he said only before stepping closer to the cell. “I asked this only once… so listen carefully“ and with the sound of his words you hear the first scream coming from down the hallway. 

“Will you follow… or will you burn?“

          Penny knew the smell of fire and smoke more than probably anyone down in these cells. It caused a quiet panic to build within her as she paced along the confined space. A trapped animal in a cage. A magical powerhouse on the fritz. The brand was fading, she only had to give it a little more *time*. 

          She sensed him too, before he had even appeared. A very old, and very angry creature - beautiful in his rage. 

          “I’ve burned many times before, I’d rather not do it again.”