her dirty paws and furry coat,

bare your teeth; & do not go g e n t l e. SAN

[ofmotionpictures]

Princess Mononoke [Mononoke-hime] (1997, dir. Hayao Miyazaki)

[ofbeastly-blog]

[sakuranamida]

[carryonanyway]

I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Warsan Shire  (via facina-oris)

[sakuranamida]

[candorx-deactivated20160819]

                Lips press thin as he notes her grip on the dagger,         his own tucked in the waistband of his pants. His soles         spread, kicking small puffs of dirt upward, and he         refuses to draw his weapon. Her territorial stance like         those of desert creatures — protective and distrustful —         the traveler wishes not to provoke her into a rash choice.

        ❛ Why are you—you’re human too. I understand wanting         to protect this place, but accusing innocent people of         crimes they haven’t committed will only bring you more         enemies than friends.

                    I’m not here to hurt the forest. ❜

[ofbeastly-blog]

              YOU'RE HUMAN TOO; those three words, as simple as they are,                sends a wave of disgust & fury down her spine, albeit the truth                that hides behind such veracity. human on the outside, wolf on                the inside — however, she is neither, for a living soul cannot                wear the cloak of two paradoxes, both which are destined the               road of war. 

                                    ❝ shut up, i'm a wolf! my purpose in life is                                      to protect the forest, not to make friends. ❞ 

[yubabasama-deactivated20160118]

"By high heaven— you reek of the stench of MUD!”

[ofbeastly-blog]

                                    ❝ i don't smell any different than i always do.                                      you're the one who reeks, demon. ❞ 

[dragxnbxy]

          竜 ——                               Thin fingers loosened upon the dirtied fabric                          of his tunic, slowly standing from his place upon                          the ground. Pallid knees were stained with mud,                          and his eyes were like the river as they flooded                          the matted fur caked with blood behind the girl.                          Yes, he was indeed a god—he simply didn’t                                                                 remember it.                                          ❝ …I never said that I could save her                                         life…but I can help to ease her pain. ❞

[ofbeastly-blog]

              GOD OR NO GOD, one deceiving move & san shall not hold back                from cutting off his hands. it's the sound of moro's stifled voice that                persuades the wolf warrior to ease her hold on the hilt of her knife,                stepping aside only a little bit to allow him to do what is necessary.                she doesn't trust him, but her mother is d y i n g. 

                                    ❝ don't try anything funny. ❞ 

[pudgyxface-blog]

( bathhouse guest.)  

❝A-are you a guest here, miss? ❞

[ofbeastly-blog]

                                    ❝ what is this place? where am i? ❞ 

[munnohana-deactivated20151002]

ofbeastly 

[munnohana-deactivated20151002]

❀–; “Miss there’s a wolf behind you!”

[ofbeastly-blog]

                                    ❝ — hm? oh, there you are, brother. i thought                                      you were still at the lake. ❞ 

[ebxshi]

This blog is about two weeks old and already there are so many of you guys. I’m so glad I joined this fandom. Every last one of you has been so kind and welcoming. I’m very glad that I decided to play this muse. I know I haven’t gotten the chance to roleplay will all of you wonderful people yet but I hope to change that soon.

| People of Irontown |

Thank you all so much for being so supportive and encouraging. You’re all so passionate about all the characters you portray, and seeing that and knowing about it and knowing that you’re having a good time playing a muse you love is always such an incredibly beautiful thing to see.

dangonotsuki, dragxnbxy, dxphneblake, kurovixen, nxnkurunaisa, originalheir, spiritxgun, themadbomber, yubabasama.

| Spirits of the Forest |

You guys are always welcoming on my dash. Whether it be with the shenanigans you all do, or just how you wonderful you act in character and out of character. My dash would feel lonely without you guys on it.

aoiir, arakawasqueen, catxbride, deadxscream, effortovertalent, eiiighteenth, galaxychord, keikoyukimuraslap, magnanimousmonarch, mooglesnmages, ofbeastly, pilininge, purpleclairvoyant, seikouki7, senofthespirits, silvxnelf, sparkisms, sxkabatou, teme-kun, the-dark-crow, umbragard, watcherofstars.

[ofbeastly-blog]

“ALL MEN MUST DIE; BUT WE ARE NOT MEN.”

independent roleplay for san from princess mononoke

—— multifandom, multiship, multiverse —— open to chats, novella, paras, etc —— six years of roleplaying experience —— mun is 19 years old —— tracking: ofbeastly

[ebxshi]

                                                                   i       ii       iii                                     𝕮𝖚𝖙 off a wolf’s 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 and it 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 has the power to bite.

[eyesunclxuded]

               —— ➳                                    Such purity—and yet, how it burned.                               Crystalline rivulets ran down the swollen                               scorch marks and blackened bruises that                               wound about his bow-stringing arm. The                               night air was brittle, but the pain had been                               too great; this place was the only one that                               could provide relief for the curse—                                                —the spring of the Forest Spirit.

[ofbeastly-blog]

              SAN FOLLOWS THE KODAMA with assurance that it will steer a                passageway, on the grounds that she has an uncommon sense                of responsibility to fulfill, and ashitaka's hasty retreat arouses the                curiosity that dwells within. regardless of her misanthropist views               she inherited from moro, there's an itch in her mind that seems               to be quite adamant on staying whenever that man springs into               her thoughts — uninvited, not to mention. however, a duty is a               duty, and it is a debt that has to be paid in return for the forest               god sparing his life. despite delay, san stumbles upon ashitaka               at last, a momentary halt stopping her from breaking his trance. 

                                    ❝ — ashitaka. ❞ 

[pentragons]

“A wonderful meeting, or a beautiful thing can exist. We depict hatred, but it is to depict that there are more important things. We depict a curse, to depict the joy of liberation. What we should depict is, how the boy understands the girl, and the process in which the girl opens her heart to the boy. At the end, the girl will say to the boy, ‘I love you, Ashitaka. But I cannot forgive humans.’ Smiling, the boy should say, ‘That is fine. Live with me.’”  ( — Hayao Miyazaki)

[candorx-deactivated20160819]

                He eyes her attire, comparing her wears to those         common to the Torran Tribesmen — not identical, but         vastly similar. Her vicious disgust at his person felt         far different from the Torran, who regard strangers         with polite suspicion.

                   ❛ Harm? I’m not here to harm anything !                          I’m just traveling between towns. ❜

[ofbeastly-blog]

              SHE DOESN'T APPRECIATE the way he scrutinizes her as if she's                naught but a simpleton. her grasp tightens around the dagger, a                growl forming in the back of her throat. he has yet to depart from                sacred grounds, even after a rather crude deferral. 

                                    ❝ i don't trust anything you humans say! your                                      imbecility will get you killed. if not by me, then                                      by the hands of my mother. ❞ 

[fatedmiracle]

      ❝It’s a beautiful place — What happened here? Why do the trees not grow, the birds not sing? The Rukh here seem…❞ A little sedate, actually; almost melancholy. ❝Still, you are lucky to have some place you belong. Your family, friends? Do they live here, too?❞

[ofbeastly-blog]

                                    ❝ humans murdered the forest god. things                                      grew back eventually, but nothing was ever                                      the same. my mother is dead & i am left to                                     serve the woods alongside my brothers. ❞