hollowing souls

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[magentarivers]

i never got the whole thing of calling attractive men “daddy”, but then I saw lee pace in this gif

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Literally

[puellaincensio]

hollow ground || Robb & Seraphine

The Red Wedding they called it. It was a decent name considering the amount of blood that pooled on cold wooden floors within the Twins. As the chaos and mobs slowed, those who were still awake were hung over. She saw more than a few men emptying their stomach of what booze and dinner they had consumed after the massacre. It took time to haul the mangled bodies she required, not to mention cutting them down from the outrageous display. The dead deserved more respect, no matter the circumstance. She piled the mangled bodies onto her cart and took them with her, deep into the woods, far off the main path, just to be safe. 

Resurrection was a very, very messy thing. Messy and painful and impossible for most. In most situations one could hope to have a 50/50 chance of success. In her mind, she had tallied up the possibility of success to perhaps twenty percent. Only because the body of Robb Stark had been mutilated and put on display for quite a number of hours. But she had been given worse odds previously, so she was not too concerned. Grey Wind, the beautiful dire wolf had far worse odds. But that did not mean she wouldn't try. She would attempt to bring them both back.

After sewing those heads back on the proper shoulders, there were a few, well, strange blood rituals performed. Or at least, that is what anyone who did not understand called her sort of abilities. Seraphine did not call it anything. For her, this wasn't magic, it was second nature. This was a part of her, and when she felt fate pulling her towards violent events, she knew what needed to be done. Moments like these were strangely spiritual, more than once she had experienced the sensation of being pulled from her body, as if something used her as a host to perform such extraordinary acts. However, Seraphine did not attribute any of it to a higher power. In her mind everything happened for a reason, but she was anything but certain of any gods pulling her strings. 

The final step was simple, to bury the bodies in the mud of the marsh. Seraphine was positive that the King of the North would rise from beneath the ground. She could feel it. Animals were very different which was why she was unsure if Grey Wind would resurface. Animals were never truly anchored to their bodies, which explained why animals were wild. Grey Wind could choose to return, but she could only show him the way, she could not lead him. Seraphine had blood and dirt caked on her alabaster skin as she sat by the dying fire, humming an old lullaby. The blonde may have looked like a woman gone absolutely mad, but that was sort of the idea. Walking the fine line between genius and insanity allowed one to access many amazing things. 

All there was left to do... was wait.

revixiism

[boromirs]

But in the end, its only a passing thing, this shadow

[awildchase]

He whispered he loved me, and the storm in me fell silent.

- jenn satsune  (via disintegrativeruin)

[algrenion]

please tell me no one beat me to this joke

[thefiredrake]

▒▒██ §maug ——-                              ”Which makes you less of a dragon than I. Go,                                 if you wish it. I certainly do not find your                                  presence compelling enough to convince you to                                 stay.”  He shrugged at her question; she would, no doubt, form her own impressions of him. It was something inevitable, true, and he was in no mood to correct what perceptions she might already have about him. Nor did he care about how she regarded him; all that mattered to him was his gold. And perhaps his revenge on the entirety of Man itself. 

                  “To answer your question, if I had a second chance to                    do everything again, I would burn that infernal town to                    the ground once more. And this time, I would kill the                    heir of Girion before he kills me.”    

[puellaincensio]

"It does not make me less of a dragon. When you  and shot by a black arrow made you less of a dragon. Though your anger and hatred towards all of the mortals in this land continues to burn, the flame that made you a dragon has been smothered."she said coolly, though the fact he'd even suggest she was less a dragon than he, was insulting.

"I care about my life more than a horde of gold."she said. "Gold is pretty, gold is valuable, but it is not worth my life." She pulled a gold coin from what looked like no where and rolled it across the backs of her fingers before tossing it to him. "That belonged to one of the dwarves who took back the Lonely Mountain. It was given to me for giving him safe passage. I'm sure you still consider the wealth beneath the mountain yours. I hope one day you find peace of mind." Though it was clear she doubted it.

[thefiredrake]

▒▒██ §maug ——-                                                               “How quaint. Differences are a                                                                staple of the natural world, so                                                                forgive me if I do not feign                                                                surprise.”  He couldn’t help but smirk at the hidden accusation in her tone, and he stretched out against the trunk of the tree. The bark bit against his back and it felt good, and he ran his hands down the wood before clasping these behind his back.                                                           ”I only mourn the fact that I was                                                           not able to inflict more damage.”

[puellaincensio]

"Perhaps in another life I would have helped you. But fortunately I do not become so easily struck by greed or blinded by rage."she commented and yawned sarcastically. "Perhaps I should leave you be." She felt obligated to offer him something, despite her distaste for his arrogance and psychopathic traits. Pity is what she felt for him. "If you were to be revived, to your former glory, is that what you would do?"

Her head canted to the side, "Inflict more damage?"she specified. She did not believe he could see reason, or at least not the way she saw reason. But only because in her opinion he was completely overcome by the gold, by the riches that brought him to this land. Even now, he could see, he was blind. "Do you believe burning that little Lake Town was worth your life? Or rather your scales?"

[puellaincensio]

Wrath and Ruin || Thranduil & Seraphine

[kxngofwoodland-deactivated20150]

{{❦Edhel Aran❦}}- Now her words were spoken boldly, for the King had not spotted a single wince nor flinch. A first when it came to females, human or not. Surrounding the atmosphere still was the flames of death, low they were but how they roared slowly to life, had concerned the Elven King so. His heart thumped deeply and to calm himself a hand was raised and (as if on queue) a golden chalice was placed with the sweetest wine his own kin had made from deep within Greenwood. “A message? Well I would advise you to speak up. What may the dragons want? There purpose?”

A familiar burn would only cease into nothing once swallowed, letting out a small sigh was slipped but his gaze remained awake and open as did his ears for he had listened to the silent roars of life; dragons. Painful creatures they were, always one in search of gold. Since Thranduil was still young at being King in place of his own ada, Oropher. He knew that there was no gold here. Surely they were mistaken or perhaps…they wanted something else.

[puellaincensio]

Seraphine remained controlled, despite the gold very blatantly flaunted in front of her. It was not enough to drive her mad, especially considering her situation. Her focus was intense and burned into him. "I will answer any inquiries as honestly as possible, though despite my honesty, it may not be helpful. I am a enslaved. I am only privy to particular information."

Seraphine would have preferred to stay with these more civilized elven folk than return to her cage. So even though she was obligated to return as soon as this conversation was over, she was going to stretch it out for as long as possible. She took a step forward, cautiously. "My words are not meant for the ears of another."

[thefiredrake]

▒▒██ §maug ——-                                                                      ”Enjoyable. I fail to see how.”  Humans were less interesting than dragons, and if there was one thing that he mourned more than the loss of his scales, it was his wings. Wings that could take him across Middle Earth within two days. Wings that allowed him to move from one place to another, without worrying on how to secure proper transport.                                                                “I am Smaug, formerly of the North.                                                                And who might you be?”

[puellaincensio]

Seraphine did not continue the conversation about how she found her human form enjoyable. Of course it was fragile and a bit unattractive, but she enjoyed seeing the world from another perspective. Hearing his name made her demeanor change quite a bit, obviously a little annoyed that he wasn't truly dead considering the havoc he caused on and around that Lonely Mountain.

"My name is Seraphine, I too am of the North."she said. "Clearly of a place much different from you. But then again a large chunk of my life was taken from me, so my morals are a bit... different." Seraphine watched him carefully. "Your destructive nature is well known across the land. Are you proud of the mark you left?"

[thefiredrake]

▒▒██ §maug ——-                                                ”Had I wished to flatter you, I would                                                 have revered you myself. Yet I see                                                 no pressing need to. A pity then, for                                                 the world would be robbed of those who                                                 made it even more majestic.”  Majesty was not the main purpose the dragons of Middle Earth were created, but they could still be considered as such, behind the fire and scales and gold-loving ways. 

                                        “No, they do not. A shame that you would                                          waste your time in such a limiting form. I                                          would return to my previous one, if I had                                          the capability. Alas, the cursed descendant                                         of Girion has assured that I do no more harm                                         in my once glorious body.” 

[puellaincensio]

Seraphine seemed amused by his take on things. She did not mind listening even if she could not completely agree. "I find it quite enjoyable at times to be in this form though I am honestly much more at ease in my own scales. I am sorry yours were taken."she knew if she were in the same position she would be quite pessimistic about losing her abilities, for quite some time she was fleshy and vulnerable. Therefore he had managed to win her empathy.

"Tell me your name, or has it become lost?"she questioned curiously. She knew if her scales had been taken permanently, there would be no end to her wrath. She'd cause destruction and chaos even without them. 

[thefiredrake]

▒▒██ §maug ——-                                                        “Given the unhappy state of our kin,                                                      a female dragon such as yourself is                                                      to be revered. I fear an extinction of                                                      our species.”  His words had no sexual motive behind them; Smaug longed for the glory days of the dragons, when they threatened Middle Earth with their mere existence. Now they were mere shadows of themselves, wisps of breath in the incoming hurricane that was to be Sauron’s return. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he was called, and he looked forward to that day. He had no other purpose, and salvaging for gold was not as easy as it once was. 

                                                ”By a malady that afflicts the rest. I                                                  fail to understand why you are not                                                  affected; although you may not be of                                                  Melkor’s creation.

[puellaincensio]

"You flatter me. I believe extinction is at hand. But I am not afraid of such trivial things. At the end of our time, at the edge, I enjoy my time there."she said. Seraphine was the last of her particular species, many having been hunted for their very priceless hides. "Time will continue on even when we are gone."

The dragoness carefully stepped closer, "I am a descendant, not a direct creation. Luckily I was the brightest in the nest."she explained. "I am Seraphine. My form is a facade of sorts. I spend most of my time like this, as you can imagine, the people of Middle Earth do not take kindly to us when covered in scales and breathing fire."

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[lokidlaufeyson]

I am almost tempted to let you take it, if only to see Oakenshield suffer. Watch it destroy him. Watch it corrupt his heart and drive him mad. But I think not.

[thefiredrake]

▒▒██ §maug ——- There was a stillness in the air, it was this that made it easy for him to pick up her scent. Surprising and confusing all at once, since he didn’t expect to meet another of his kind that day. Or ever.                                                                               ”Mmmm. Interesting.” He rotated his neck, pausing when the female came into view. Smaug hadn’t seen any of his kin in centuries, and the last female dragon he’d been with was his sister. He’d lost any hope — not that he was looking forward to a cheerful reunion with another dragon — of finding someone of his own blood. Middle Earth was larger now that he was human, but thankfully he retained the most important aspect of his draconian nature.                                                                   “A rare sight indeed to see a                                                                    female so far from her nest.”  / puellaincensio /

[puellaincensio]

It was a rare thing, to find another dragon, especially one that had been made flesh. She had felt him from afar, sensed him like a flame a small flame, one struggling to stay alight. The blonde tilted her head to the side, slightly amused by the comment. But only slightly. "I'm extremely rare, even more so than you might expect."she inspected him carefully from where she stood. 

"Would it be improper to ask you how you were restricted to such a fragile form?"she asked. "I am in this form of my own free will. My name is Seraphine."she offered the information freely. She was unafraid of him, after all she could just eat him if he became unreasonable. Not that it would be her first choice.

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[puellaincensio]

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[murkhith]

Fire hotter than furnance

[murkhith]

"I would have tried to harm them too." Kili corrected her with a small nod. He had harmed those who hurt him or his family after all, so in a situation like this, he would be no different.

At the question his gaze shifted over to his shoulders, and he gingerly pushed the fabric away from the red skin. The fabric was wet with blood, and the wounds burnt unpleasantly. “They’re rather deep.” He finally said. She had taken a rather tight grip of him after all.

His eyes flicked over to the dragon, and he sighed quietly. “I can’t tell you I understand, because I don’t. But I know time heals the wounds, no matter how long it’ll take.”

[puellaincensio]

"Forgiveness is not in my nature."she said, as unfortunate as it sounded. Her metaphorical wounds were deep and though so much time had passed scar tissue was left behind, a constant reminder. Her past was a part of her, and that was something not likely to change.

Seraphine very carefully inspected his wounds. "I have done far worse."she said. She ripped her very luxurious-looking skirt to make bandages for his shoulders. Her mind was still recovering from the fact she had nearly tore this poor dwarf apart. "The bandages are meant to be tight, but not too tight. If it makes you uncomfortable I will loosen them. Now please take off your shirt."she explained carefully.

[gadiiriita]

[puellaincensio]

gadita-hobbit:

Damn sexy elf, you’ll end up killing me