REVENANTRESS.

[inmymusings]

That red water that

                                              flows through your veins? 

                           It’s called blood. 

                                                             And I’m about to make it spill.

[gomoraly]

Princess Camilla (Dull Purple) Requested: @xtarmie​

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latrocinari:

The cool breeze feels nice against his skin as they take to the skies. It’s not every day that he gets to ride a wyvern; he remembered how terrified he was the first time he went upwards into the sky. Now, though, he’s gotten used to it. Was the slight tightening around her waist a reminiscence of his nervousness or did he just want her close to him? Perhaps it was both…

Zero smirked once he saw the light red spread across her cheeks and he leaned in once more to grace one of her cheeks with a soft kiss. Her words caused him to chuckle, his lips hovering near her ear ever so teasingly.

     “I’d be a fool to deny you. Don’t worry, you don’t have to worry      about that… If you call for me, I’ll be sure to come to you… As      long as you’ll have me, of course.”

The outlaw nuzzled his cheek against hers ever so lightly before pulling away a tad. He probably shouldn’t distract her while they were flying, though he’s sure Marzia would be fine soaring through the skies in her own direction.

Oh, isn’t he just darling. 

Her precious prickly outlaw warmed by mere sight of his moon. How naughty he is, thinking she couldn’t feel those arms tighten so serenely around her waist and she simply can’t help but tip her head back if only to further engorge so pleasantly on his supple choice of silvered words between Marzia’s fearsome wing beats. 

She isn’t worried, see? The rather dangerous curve of fingers just beneath his chin dares tell him so, oft times silence was a much more effective edge accentuated with the sweetest smile, unfurling within his presence - a war torn flower.

― ❝ Keep talking like that and you’re going to make me greedy, sweetie. ❞

[inmymusings]

Oh?

                                I hope you don’t mind…

………..if I spill a little of…

                                           ……your BLOOD!!! 

[pixain-deactivated20170618]

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tomeatoes:

It was acceptable wasn’t it? In the safety of solitude with his elder sister and himself alone, surely it was more than okay to release the tension of perfected posture and practiced speech. With every comb of hair strand he feels more of the boy his age suggests as opposed to the battle hardened strategist he quickly became in the midst of all this strife.

Allowing himself to bask in the rare attention for a moment more, leisurely he recollects his thoughts. Tracing along the symbols, ah yes this was where he found himself just a few moments before. With the slightest scoot to the side ( how selfish to occupy the entire space so thoughtlessly ) with a pat or two on the seat besides, how long had it been since such a moment was offered?

Ingenious. Recognition from those he held in high-esteem always felt doubly as important.

“Ah yes, I’ve gotten this far at the moment - but back to the beginning would be wiser. Perhaps I have misinterpreted a symbol somewhere.” ( Returning to the beginning would extend their time as well, correct? ) “From the beginning, it all seems rather obscure. I believe they mentioned a white and black dragon?”

How absolutely darling he was, precious Leo wrapped in his own prodigal gold. To think she feared he might ever lose this prominence about him, dear no, he’s grown twice as quick and commanded just as much respect as their dreadful enemies had everything to fear.

Despite absolutely loathing the thought and how difficult it is for the elder bloom to stay the very dreaded word from anchoring his deepest disappointments, little Leo would always be her baby brother and not a single god above could condemn any and all who sought to harm a single hair on his precious head as the swing of her axe to behead every wretch who might dare try. 

Oh my, an invite! Bubbling with ruby lit simper, a subtle toss of lavender curls coil tenderly over Leo’s shoulder in gentle tumble as she settles beside him, fingers instinctively continuing their motherly strum through silken sun kissed strands.

― ❝ Hee hee, that’s right darling! Dawn and Dusk. Always so astoundingly quick to catch on! ❞

[ignorethepill]

[herbert-west-moved-deactivated2]

never underestimate me

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aiiron:

‘The night is all they have?’ the pegasus ridder internally questioned, raising a brow. He had to think of this logically- what exactly she meant? How could the dark of night be the only thing that one could have? The time when the only light one could see was but the moon and stars was cold and unforgiving and the idea of relishing in it was painfully foreign to the Hoshidan. The night was when the crimes happened- when everything typically ‘bad’ could happen. Whatever did the princess mean? 

As much as he wanted to question it. There was something about the way that the singular eye of the woman’s twinkled that sort of warned him not to ask- for that was something that would be better discussed in the day that sopped him.  So with a simple nod and a polite smile, he replied.

❝ I.. see. Than if you weren’t seeking either of them out, is it right for me to be bold enough to assume that you intended to speak with me? Since that was why you said that you had came over here because of me in the first place. ❞ 

Aw, how adorably bashful of him.

Almost as if he were a little red haired Hoshidan puppy caught chewing on whatever quaint bone the unease of night threw at him all to catch a certain elder Nohrian princess’ attention, hee hee! A subtle sway of armor clad hips dips her ever nearer, corners of roseate lips twitching in turn as if to mirror such a smile despite the deadliest prick of thorns blossoming just beneath.

What did the princess mean indeed…

As if to dare punish the brave knight for asking something naughty, her dear Marzia tramples a few dangerous paces just behind, always at mother’s heels and never a flash of teeth too far.

― ❝ Aren’t you cute. Would that be so wrong? No need to pretend, sweetie. I know we make you uncomfortable.   ❞

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latrocinari:

Her touch really did make him shiver a little. As soon as she placed her fingers underneath his chin, that low purr rumbled from his throat ( like a cat, indeed ) and his eye fluttered open to look at her fondly. Really, what did he do to earn her love and touch, but he was grateful for it all nonetheless.

Zero frowned a little, glancing towards Marzia before glancing back at Camilla. Those fangs could be terrifying and he was sure any love bite she gave him would earn him a trip to the infirmary. But, it was a perfect match for Camilla - a powerful woman needed a terrifying beast to match.

     “Love bites? With those set of teeth? I’m all for a little pain for      pleasure, but near death is something I’m not quite fond of…”

He huffed, almost pouting a little, but he took her hand, squeezing it teasingly, before doing as she commanded. His arms wrapped around her waist, leaning in to give her cheek a quick little kiss. He was going to enjoy this; it had been a while since they went on a moonlight ride together.

Oh, such an adorable little purr! 

She simply can't help indulging that little sound with the faintest scrape of nails - look how he shivers too! A most content hum sounds as darling Marzia gracefully stretches her wings beneath the welcoming weight of mother dearest and her prickly guest in addition. Loving is the stroke to that snout giving way to tendrils of smoke weaving upward into the crisp cool nighttime air like snakes in waiting. Cooing her faithful companion upward, they take to inviting heights in no time at all. 

Such a tease he is, surely he couldn't deny her hand when it's found reason to squeeze his once more, hm? Just as the faintest tint of a blush catches at her windswept cheeks. 

― ❝ Would you deny me? Don't hurt a girl's feelings!  ❞

[feyspeaker]

“My dear sister, leave it to me to kill you. I’ll always remember these final moments together…” Oh, Camilla. I love her dearly. So I had to paint her again. ♥♥

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elysiancia:

“ WHAT A GIFT IT would be to watch you in battle!! What grace you must bring with you. “ easily, she grasps onto the princess’ hand with a sweet ten- derness, bringing it to ruby lips and pressing a playful kiss ‘pon the back of it. the KNIGHT gives CAMILLA’S hand a comforting squeeze before releasing it. “ Even the enemy would be blessed to see you in action. “

“ Ah, but perhaps before then – we could have a chance to truly understand one another a little better. Similarly to you, I’m also a frequent RIDER of the skies. Though my preference of companion is a KINSHI. I’m sure he’d be ha- ppy to meet your lovely WYVERN. “

Oh my, she hasn’t scared the precious girl off yet? The faintest blush tinges her features like a rose in first bloom, fingers curving just a touch against hers in tender turn. How darling.

― ❝ We would be delighted! Poor Marzia hasn’t had a playmate in so dreadfully long.  ❞

[rixxxen]

belated birthday gift for @metalkicker

[theswedishempress]

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aiiron:

Ah, so that was what had made him spotted so easily. His volume.. That could easily be fixed to accommodate his nighttime agenda. He wasn’t sure if Norhians did the same, but it was rather customary for one to let out some sort of battle cry as a sort of curtsy before attacking another. But if stopping that during his nightfall routine meant that less people would notice him out there- TRAINING of all things, he would eliminate it without a second thought. 

Doing so was only natural, to uphold one’s career and reputation. He had been told one a number of occasions that it was a… How they called ‘strange’ mindset. But the Hoshidan couldn’t find himself to care. As long as he was able to attain perfection he would be content… 

But perfection was most certainly not getting caught training in the dead of the night by the princess who once served as an enemy… He must deal with this first. 

❝I see. Well, I’m not sure about your fellow Norhians, but most Hoshidans don’t typically stay up to see such an hour. Though, that aside, if you were searching or someone, I would have thought that it would be for one of your retainers, no? ❞ 

Mm, true. He does excite a rather precious point, lavender strands coiled temptingly around fingers. Where was her precious and ever dedicated Selena at such ungodly hours? Even more, her favorite adorable Beruka... Oh well. They were both loyal girls equally unsurpassed in such cute looks and ferocity, there was not a touch of doubt that lingered upon her mind. 

Despite such an odd disposition, she's a little more than curious when it comes to Subaki and his adorable Pegasi. 

― ❝ We hail from different circumstances, dear. Nighttime is really all we Nohrians have. My girls are never so far I fear for them.  ❞

[violenceismydrug]

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apexpraedator:

                               He had initially had monstrous head rested on paws in the very form that kept others away from him in a large radius. A BEAST of that size was usually intimidating; a chimera larger than a horse or two. A viper headed tail unfurls from under his scarred haunch, tongue flicking at the air like a whip.

                               With only a few falling seconds in an hourglass, Alex sheds that skin into something smaller and familiar in shape and body. The last of the fur, scale, and horns sink away from semblance. “––––– I haven’t let myself fall that far yet, have I?” He is starting to look too rough on the EDGES lately, disheveled and paired with hollow, sunken eyes. At least on this eve he’s not painted with subtle remnants of grime and sanguine. “I’ll shape up in a week. I’ll be fine,” he protests like someone with too much woundedPRIDE to admit he’s been falling short in the passing days; it shows in his gait. 

Oh, look how scruffy he’s become. Poor thing.

A tilt of heels brings the fairest Nohrian princess to her knees with a hand uncurled. Come now, he would be a good boy - wouldn’t he? The castle walls were much more suited for the warmth and comfort Alexander needed to sustain himself, especially if he wished to keep that pelt flawless in shine!

Of course a motherly helping hand or two couldn’t possibly hurt, perhaps he could even divulge a few choice wonders about himself under the brimming care of a maternal rose.

― ❝ I’ve brought you a little something to perk those spirits. Did someone chase you off again?  ❞