M O N O N O K E

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[mononokexsan]

So you may have noticed I have been scarce lately. This is mainly because my previously very strong San muse has all but simpered out. I really want to keep this account, but the stress of trying to maintain it, my other account, my schoolwork, and my overwhelming urge to make another muse is sort of bowling me over. I know I don’t want to delete this account though, I at least want it as a record for my writing for her.

And so—I’m going to put this account on hiatus for seven days, trial run, and see if she comes back. I know a whole bunch have you have already been waiting a very long time for replies, and some starters even, but this is how it is.

So. Let me know if we have a thread and you don’t fancy waiting, and I’ll drop it. Because—if I do come back active to this account, if San does, then I’ll just be picking up where I left off, like I was never gone. Kay? Kay.

Meanwhile, you can find me here. (I’m also 100% open to crossovers, so if you want to roleplay with my other muse or just keep in touch you’re all more than welcome to come see me over there!)

[kilithereckless]

        “How are you here?” Kili asked, breathless.

[mononokexsan]

    "--I do not answer to you." It seemed a strange question to her, nonetheless, how--

[nankurunaisaarchive-deactivated]

OutOfChiroptera: For my second place victor! I split them in half so here’s some for Etain and the rest for the princess herself. Making these icons were fun, I didn’t know who Etain was before this so I listened to some of her backstory and then while gathering shots. As for icons for San listened to wolves. I think the one above is my favorite one. 

[enkagon]

"Myself? Another monster." 

She hesitated. Was this question a trick? “What you are is of no importance. You are not impeding my goal.” 

[mononokexsan]

     "--then you're already as good as dead." There was exasperation in her voice, and she hefted her spear over one shoulder as she made to turn away. "Don't sit and mourn your circumstances. You are not the sum of your parts. And whatever this goal is you have? Drop it. It's obviously not satisfying a single one of your needs."

[enkagon]

"No one is civilized. All humans are monsters."

[mononokexsan]

    "---...not that I disagree, what, exactly, do you believe yourself to be? Better yet, what do you believe I to be?" The condition of her spirit could hardly be perceived by eyes outside the pack.

[enkagon]

"Then our definitions of free must vary greatly, for I was taught that true freedom meant that one is unafraid to die."

[mononokexsan]

   "--that and freedom are entirely unrelated. What do you propose you are free from? Freedom is a self created term. It's an illusion that the civilized use to justify their societal standards. You may be unafraid to die, and you may suffer from freedom, but you cannot do both. Death, in itself, is a shackle."

[notyourjudas-archive-deactivate]

                                               i [ don’t ] think

                                               i [ want ] to be

                                                 { s a v e d }

[cateography-deactivated20190128]

[rottingblueroses-archive-deacti]

{I’ll still take the kiss~ I MEAn yo~}

[mononokexsan]

     i do hope you saw that coming--

[valiumbaby]

[gandalfthecoffeebean]

[valiumbaby]

[reidability-blog]

     Of those who roamed upon the vastness that was of Arda, none were as wise and fair as the elves who nest within the glory of Arda’s natural beauty. Creatures of great sentience indeed; no other created by Eru himself were as equitable, as beautiful, as just. And yet, despite such a cradled ambiance, they cared only for the virtue of the lands— for they sought only to restore what was originally there before the Dark Lord descended. 

     And such as his journey away from the comforts of home. 

    “Then our interests are the same.”

     He can feel their distrust, their confusion upon his very might. He senses their wariness, yet he stays his tongue. Wolf-like in nature they appeared, creatures of the wild, attuned with the taur and its workings. Indeed, for unlike Wargs they held not the tainted qualities of one— for hides as brilliant as the moon that rouses upon caliginous night explores reassurance within the elven warrior. They were not enemies. But that is not what they thought.

     There is another, one unlike the others. A human girl. Rare it was not to see mortals roam with creatures of the wild— and yet, the more he assays the girl the more he realises that she holds herself not as a human would, but as one of them. 

    Ears attentive, azure optics flicker, and are trained on the verdure that shifts. ‘Neath the bloom of evergreens he can hear it. The moaning of respite, the lullaby of the forest which seeks refuge from the taint that eases its way across their terra. The air, it is stark, murky, dark. 

     “The trees cry for respite. The soil is tainted with their blood.” He makes a point by narrowing his gaze upon the littered carcasses that were once living Orc. “The rain does not come, and the evergreens wish not for this filth.” Vigilant he remains until his bow is secured upon broad shoulders— shoulders that once held the safety and livelihood of Endor. 

[mononokexsan]

   The same wolf goes to speak again, curious and puppy-like, though none less dangerous--and yet the dull thud of San's spear against the ground halts him. The archer would not be able to see, yet she offers her brother an apologetic glance, her love for the wolves unrivaled by the relations of any flesh family. There is a reason Moro allows her adopted daughter leadership--the young woman is strict, unforgiving when it comes to many races outside their own. She would so easily give her life for those that allowed her infant counterpart to be as one of them, and the strangers former comment earns a disbelieving scoff.

    "--I rather doubt that." Her voice was thick with spite, a sharp contrast to the rolling and amused tones of her brothers. And yet there was more truth to hers, as the wolves by default viewed the world as a lethal game, the vast majority of creatures everywhere easily crushed between their mighty jaws. "Do not think us comrades by any means simply because these corrupt monsters dealt personal offense to my people. Our actions are purely selfish." Thin yet strong shoulders square, and chalk blue gaze turns with them as she fixes it on him.

   The latter comment evokes a round of chuckles between the wolves, howling and disbelieving. This was a concept they knew from the moment their ears could process sound--humans could not hear the suffering of the forest. They did not know the plight of the wolf tribe's souls as it died slowly, and their numbers shrunk with it. Again, only the princess stays stone-faced, stare unforgiving yet analytical, intelligent yet wild.

   This creature seems to think himself truthful, as though he were to inform them not of their own ways. Her people could hear it clearly enough, they need not focus on it. The cries of even a forest they were not bound to echoed in their ears, haunted them as they continued on having learned long ago to ignore such things. Still...he seemed well versed, where they knew not from what hollow in the ground these monsters came crawling out of.

   "--and it only seeps deeper as you mull it over." In quick and perhaps overly flourished movements, she sweeps up the severed head of one of the orcs, unconcerned as its blood stains her calloused fingers. From here she holds it out, as though presenting it, and t'was exactly as the movement appeared. "If need be, we will slay each and every last mutant beast. I know not from where this evil has grown, yet they have struck the first blow against the mighty wolf tribes.  You can die with them, for all I care. My only concern is reaching my kin, and waging war if they live no longer."

[thebloodchild-deactivated201810]

   Had it been days that she had been running? Surely so, for the moon had passed twice, that she knew of for certain. Either way, she was hungry, she was tired, she was growing weak. Perhaps staying with the Hound for a bit longer wouldn’t have hurt after all.

   The voice startles her as she looks upon the female through broken branches. She had been swift, quiet on her feet; how this other had heard her was unclear entirely. Arya stood, grasping Needle’s hilt. “I wasn’t planning on startling you.” Words caught in her throat stubbornly, bringing raven brows to a furrow. “I — I need help.”

[mononokexsan]

   Hard chalk blue eyes narrow, turning in the direction of the voice. A human child--was it male or female? They were surely all beginning to blend together in the mind of the wolf princess, so little exposure she had to the race. The end of the spear spikes the ground, becoming vertical as the lithe woman straightens her back, something predatory about her. And the weapon that accompanies her is vicious in all ways.

   "--oh?" This confirmed the child knew no to whom she spoke, as the wolf princess was no friend of humans. In fact, should they had revealed themselves to be a true threat, she would have made well on her earlier threat seamlessly. Yet the young were not so often the fool their parents died as, and these were not her lands. She would listen--for the moment. "And what plight do you call your own?"

[semorte-deactivated20140201]

     ”What is this place?” He stared across the stretch of greenery, searching for any sign of human life or production. None appeared, only the continuous expanse of hillsides and forest. Peace settled across his shoulders, unwinding muscles until he stood with limp limbs and utter silence. Brushing his fingers against a nearby trunk, he felt the bark with apprehension, expecting it to be replaced by brick walls. Any moment now he would find himself cast from paradise into suffocating darkness.

     This could only be trickery. Another of his deceptive nightmares.

[mononokexsan]

   A pair stood far off between the trees, observing with opposite dispositions as the stranger seemed to fumble about. To those that called the forest home the race of men seemed bumbling fools, who knew not their arms from their legs. The more human of the duo scowled deeply, her brothers cruel yet obvious grin a parody of happiness beside her.

   "Shall we take bets--" The mighty wolf spoke aloud, a low rumbling that gained the attention of the princess easily. He paused, and she reached out to rest a hand against his hackles questioningly. "--on which forest race will offer him his end?" The girl huffed in response, leaning against the white coat heavily but shaking her head.

   "...he's alone. This has to be some trick. Stay here." Agilely she darts off between the trees, coming up a small number from where the male stood. There she lowers her mask, guarding her features, and speaks in an unwelcoming tone. "--you should have stayed home, boy."

[wishyousweetdreams]

[mononokexsan]

You know what? This roleplaying stuff is hard. Like...we're putting words on screen here. We're making stories. Each and every one of you don't get enough credit, and I just want you to know I appreciate every last one of you.

Heck, you ever just give yourself a pat on that back because you can read? You know a language, you can operate a computer, like these days it's overlooked but that's hella impressive.

Go you. Go us.