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HIATUS. I know... I literally did nothing on this blog :U ... but school work was a lot tougher then I expected, so I’m throwing this blog (with literally zero activity) on hiatus until real life doesn’t keep punching me in the face. Sorry to anyone who was looking forward to rping with me! Maybe I’ll be back!
AHHH !! My first milestone?! 100 ( and 14 ) followers. Where the heck did y’all come from? I’ve decided that I’ll do a follow forever list! But keep in mind that regardless if you make this list or not I love you and your characters and your portrayals and I think you’re all really awesome. Thank you to all of you for sticking with my slack ass & supporting this muse that I’ve come to love so much. This isn’t in any particular order – & I’m sure the list will grow after I’ve been here for longer than a month, SOOO here is my small list of individuals I’ve come to admire & thus will be following forever … on every blog I have tbh.
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‘ This sucks. ‘ Despite her profession she never had an injury that left a scar – this one however would follow her to her grave. She could feel it. The blood had finally begun to coagulate ‘round left optic as the caravan made it’s way toward a destination she knew not of. Her mess of tresses the colour of fire had clung to her forehead and nape with sweat and blood. Gods, she could not until she was given the privilege of cleaning her wounds.
One would think being in the same space as their captor ( & the same prick who marred such a pretty face ) would leave one in a horrendous mood. Not Katarina. She sat with her back pressed flush to wooden wall, staring with a devilish grin upon her lips. It irritated him; she could see the anger flash in his eyes, the subtle twitch of his dominant arm. She loved it. Especially when that accented voice of his spat forth a question.
❝ A’ the prick who fucked up my face. ❞ she spat – directly toward him – without shame. ❝ Soon as I’m free of this shit, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you. ❞
He cannot help but to step back as her spit lands directly against his cheek, flinch apparent at the unexpected action. With one eye drawn shut, the back of his hand furiously flicks it off. For a moment he considers returning the favor, only held steadfast by the idea that he must remain ABOVE the dreadful mannerisms of Nohr.
Lips drawn back in a scowl and utter disgust - “As if you could! Try anything, and I won’t hesitate to put you DOWN -”
The captive’s attitude suggested that this had developed into some sort of GAME for her. There was a cruel, twisted upturn at the corner of her mouth, full of conniving sentiments and LIES. At this moment, nothing would be a greater delight than to LEAVE, but someone had to guard her - lest sneaky digits get in the habit of lock picking when all backs were turned. With a firm set frown he remained in place, unwavering eyes trained to her every movement.
“You already LOST, just sit there and BE QUIET. You’ll get to enjoy your jail cell soon enough.”
❝ Didn’t they tell you that I was a Savage ? ❞
⁽ portrayed by Binx ⁾
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EVEN with the conclusion of the hard fought battle - a VICTORY in nearly every aspect, a hum of ANGER pulses in his veins. Along his arm it runs, right down to twitching fingers eager to feel Fujin Yumi drawn and pointed once again.
The caravan bumps along the uneven roads, a prisoner held within. Fiery red hair, volcanic words, her battle style and underhanded techniques SCREAM Nohr. He would rather put an arrow between her eyes right now and END her before the filth of her country runs amok - but she’s lucky enough to be considered important.
- And now what was with that look? Was she not satisfied with being defeated once already?
“What are you looking at prisoner - ? ”
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[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.
[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.
[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what's their "default expression"/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.
[face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what's the size and shape of their nose, what's the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.
[skin]: obviously colour, but also if they're inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.
[build]: are they skinny and petite or do they resemble a body builder, are they tall or short or average height, are they lean and wiry, are they overweight, are all of their features proportionate, etc.
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[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.
[legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their usual stance, etc.
[feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their gait, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.
[other]: any other obscure feature or tiny detail that the asker is interested in, could include fantastical elements such as a tail, wings, horns, must be stated by asker, etc.
HIS VOICE IS POWERFUL & STEADY BUT HIS HEART IS SHAKING WITH PAIN.
NIGHTMARES.
He often awoke with a SCREAM buried in his throat, like CLAWS latching on WITHIN him. Tears would fall, heaving sobs stifled by only his own palm pressed to his mouth in SHAME. Yet, those perhaps were not even the very worse of the nightly terrors that plagued him insistently with each fall of the sun and rising of her counterpart. Beneath the violent reaction to images of GRUESOME BLOOD and paintings of spilled RED laid more horrors that twisted his heart until he felt SICK. Bleary eyed, head ready to CRACK, already his cheeks would be wet; tears flowing before he even returned to consciousness. SILENT and STILL, he remained like a man consumed by a void - blankness covering him in totality. Only pain remained, fatigue through his very being, reality and dreams combining into one, until there were simply no differences between the two. SLOWLY, as movement comes back to him, he moves to retrieve Fujin Yumi, ever so close - his only mark of STRENGTH. He FEARS if he even dares to allow his eyes to fall shut again he will return to that very place without HOPE and HAPPINESS. Bow tense, each flying arrow rendezvous with its mark. He will train to get STRONGER, then STRONGER still, until the sun in her glory once again chases away the creatures that belong to the shadows.
