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

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Princess Mononoke [Mononoke-hime] (1997, dir. Hayao Miyazaki)
I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.
Warsan Shire (via facina-oris)
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. ❜
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. ❞
"By high heaven— you reek of the stench of MUD!”
❝ i don't smell any different than i always do. you're the one who reeks, demon. ❞
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. ❞
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. ❞
( bathhouse guest.)
❝A-are you a guest here, miss? ❞
❝ what is this place? where am i? ❞
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❀–; “Miss there’s a wolf behind you!”
❝ — hm? oh, there you are, brother. i thought you were still at the lake. ❞
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.
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“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
i ii iii 𝕮𝖚𝖙 off a wolf’s 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 and it 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 has the power to bite.
—— ➳ 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.
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. ❞
“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)
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. ❜
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. ❞
❝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?❞
❝ 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. ❞