𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.

𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙐𝙋 𝙏𝙊 𝙂𝙍𝘼𝘽 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 ' 𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙏 .

[reapinghood]

anyways just some important aspects of this blog real quick.

ruby’s primary allusion is the mythos of the black dog , or the black shuck.  the black dog is the name given to a spectral or demonic entity found primarily in the folklore of the british isles. the black dog is essentially a nocturnal apparition , some of them shapeshifters  &.  are often said to be considered demonic or described as a ghost or hellhound.  some are said to behave benevolently &. those that do are refered to as ‘ guardian black dogs ‘ &. it is said that they guide travelers at night onto the right path or guard them from danger. in this case , they’re called ‘ church grim ‘.  (  guardian spirits who oversee church grounds &. protect them from various crimes / criminals.  ie : alluding to ruby being an aspiring huntress &. being devoted to helping others. )

this means my ruby is a wolf faunus , &. by extension my summer ! (  even though i don’t really write her much anymore , lmao.  )  her main trait is a wolf tail with a fur pattern mimicking the gradient in her hair  (  pitch black with a dark red gradient towards the end.  )  ,  but she also has sharpened canine teeth , claws when she’s not biting them  &.  heightened senses.  especially hearing.  she can hear shit coming from a mile away.

[reapinghood]

chin hands.

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foxcharmed​:

INNOCENCE CREATES PROFOUND RIPPLES IN THE DARK OCEAN OF DECAY, for even the smallest heart may be capable of achieving the greatest of feats. The vulpine creature does not dare to saunter forward, frightened by the idea that the sudden vicinity might further perturb the already unstable condition of the little red  ;  elegantly lithe form thus comfortably settles down, hound-like ears flatten themselves just slightly and her large tail of luminescent fur begin to languidly sway to-&-fro, as if impatient for what is to come.   ❝  After everything you have witnessed, I truly did not expect you to be startled by the sight of a simple TALKING FOX.  ❞  

There is a hint of amusement in the tranquil voice of the ethereal creature   /   TO SOOTHE THE TEMPESTS AND NURTURE THE FLOWERS, that is her duty as a guardian. Head tilts to one side, although her gaze does not stray from the visage of her young interlocutor.   ❝  You are far from your companions… This is a dangerous land, one whose end you might never find.  ❞  

      ruby ‘ s  always  prided  herself  in  staying  guarded  rather  than  being  completely  open  akin  to  the  pages  of  a  storybook   ,   &.   yet  here  she  is   ,   having  those  metaphorical  pages  torn  from  the  confines  of  ribs   &.   splayed  across  the  snow  to  be  read  with  ease.  the  speaking  fox  is  right   ,   eeriely  so   ,   ruby  rose  has  seen  crazier  things   ,   but  would  that  truly  stop  her   ?   would  it  truly  stop  this  curiosity   &.   shock  from  coming  into  full  bloom   ?   no.   never.   obsidian  brows  narrow  on  girlish  expressionism   ,   she  takes  a  defensive  stance  just  in  case  with  crescent  rose  held  appropriately  in  gloved  palms.  vulpine  has  yet  to  show  manevolence   ,   but  if  ruby ‘ s  learned  anything  from  her  long   &.   vigorous  journey   ,   it ‘ s  to  always  keep  her  guard  alert.   this  is  unlike  any  animal  she ‘ s  ever  crossed  . . .  she  couldn ‘ t  be  an  agent  of  salem   ,   could  she   ?   what  would  that  monster  accomplish  sending  someone   (   or  something   )   for  her  head  that  she  couldn ‘ t  by  manifesting  in  person   ?   still . . .  

      ❝ how  do  you  know  me   ? ❞   barks  the  wolf   ,   timbre  that  of  a  frustrated  animal  driven  back  into  a  corner.   &.  yet  the  snow  does  not  falter  ‘ pon  pine  branches   &.   it  does  not  bring  a  flurry  of  snow  raining  down.  it ‘ s  not  true  bite  in  ruby ‘ s  words   ,   simply  looming  paranoia.   ❝ my  team  . . .  is  —   they ‘ re  around  here  somewhere   ,   i  just  got  lost. ❞   strayed  from  the  pack  on  the  path  of  valour   ,   from  the  desire  to  protect  a  city  who  barely  knows  her  name   ,   barely  wants  to  give  her  reckless  hope  a  chance.  the  citizens  of  mantle  could  cast  her  out  if  they  so  desired   ,   but  that  would  fail  to  dwindle  ruby ‘ s  spirit   &.   wishes  to  protect.  that ‘ s  just  how  she  is   ,   no  matter  how  dangerous  that  mindset  may  be.   ❝ it  doesn ‘ t  matter  as  long  as  i ‘ m  fighting  for  people  who  can ‘ t   ;   i ‘ ll  find  them  eventually. ❞   a  pause.  a  shaky  exhale.   ❝ . . . are  you  with  salem   ? ❞

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      ❝ what   ? ❞  since  when  do  foxes  speak   ?   ethereal   ,   upholding  the  tonality  of  something  not  of  this  world   &.   successfully  leaving  little  red  baffled  where  she  stands.  ruby ‘ s  strayed  too  far  from  her  team  this  time  in  the  midst  of  grimm  slaughter   ;   the  heavy  snowfall  of  mantle ‘ s  outskirts  rise  to  her  knees  almost  if  she  hadn ‘ t  made  a  path  with  multiple  rounds  of  fire  dust  prior.  when  she  breathes   ,   she  can  see  it   &.   she ‘ s  certain  the  mystery  being  before  her  can  see  that   &.   more.  like  how  silver  eyes  widen.    ❝ . . .  the  cold  must  be  getting  to  me   ,   i  could ‘ ve  —  sworn  you  talked  just  now. ❞

@foxcharmed​    ,    starter.

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Drawlloween day 6: Black Dog

Oil on canvas, 5 x 7”

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@shieldnsword​​     »     “ Ruby—!!! ” The boy shouted through baited breath, the beast already clawing its way to the pair, a sinister sneer planted firm. Jaune quickly scrambled in front of the Huntress, wielding an already shattered Crocea Mors. With his shield also in tatters, the beast clawed right through the metal, and sank its teeth into the Huntsman’s shoulder. As the boy stand firm before the beaten Huntress, blood soon pooling below him, ivories grinding to suppress the pain. “ R—Run...Now... ”

      this  isn ‘ t  the  way  she envisioned  her  childhood  dream  unfolding.  the  pages  of  ruby ‘ s  story  are  stuck  together   ,   matted  with  blooded  both  old   &.   new    ,   torn  papers   &.   ripped  corners  galore  no  matter  how  much  she  attempts  to  piece  them  back  together  again.  no  amount  of  hope  can  save  her  now    ;   no  solace  for  the  wolf  caped  in  red.  each  exhaled  breath  is  of  laboured  kind   &.   makes  her  lungs  ache  within  the  once  holy  sanctum  of  ivory  ribs   &.   oh   ,   how  her  body  hurts  tenfold.  despite  this   ,   each  swing  of  crescent  rose  fails  to  be  weakened  in  lieu  of  every  bone  in  her  body  yearning  for  retreat.  the  battlecries  ripping  from  beyond  the  confines  of  vocal  cords  are  primal   ,   accompanied  by  baring  of  fangs   &.   rose  trailed  rushes  that  ultimately  aide  rose  youth  in  ripping  beowolves  apart  one  by  one  until  her  legs   &.   hands  are  trembling.  eerie  is  the  contrast  of  war  scythe ‘ s  gentle  clattering  within  soiled  palms    ;   it  more  so  matches  the  bestial  way  silver  eyes  narrow  daggereqsue   &.   the  way  ruby  growls  akin  to  challenging  beast.  her  aura  hasn ‘ t  cracked  just  yet   ,   but  she  can  feel  that  ungodly  moment  looming  closer  by  the  minute    ,   even  with  jaune  boosting  her  just  moments  before  this  encounter.  they  shouldn ‘ t  have  strayed  from  their  teams  when  they  heard  grimm  howls  from  within  these  accursed  woods   ,   not  after  so  much  preaching  of  teamwork   &.   working  together  as  one  solid  unit.  this  will  be  their  downfall.   their  painful  demise.  a  moment  of  respite  amongst  chaos   ,   though  it ‘ s  not  long  before  their  carnage  lures  a  pack   ,   hunting  under  the  moon  with  claws  sharpened   &.   maws  readying  to  rip  these  huntsmen  apart  limb  by  limb  if  they  so  desire.  gulp.  panicked  mewl  spilling  from  chapped  lips.   

      ❝  more   ! ❞   sharp   &.   pained  is  the  deep  exhale  ruby  summons  to  lungs   &.   scythe  is  promptly  swung  ‘ round  shoulder  of  one  foe   &.   hacks  it  in  two  crosswise   ,   the  momentum  sending  her  up  with  aided  launching  of  frame  off  the  dirt   ,   onto  a  tree  branch  where  shots  of   sniper  fire  take  out  an  additional  three.  pant   ,   pant.   just  a  moment  to  catch  her  breath   ,   her  inevitable  spiral.  the  moment  ruby  thinks  she ‘ s  safe  is  the  moment  she ‘ s  met  from  a  low  snarl  from  behind   ,   a  leap   &.   then  powerful  swipe  of  paw  knocking  her  from  her  perch  with  a  shrill  yelp   &.   crackle  of  aura  as  she  collides  with  unforgiving  mother  earth  below.  is  this   . . .   it   ?   where  it  all  ends   ?   will  all  her  efforts   &.   lost  lives  be  for  naught  in  this  very  moment    ?   blood  drips  down  the  side  of  visage   &.   her  mouth  lay  agape.   she  still  manages  to  hold  crescent  rose  in  defense  despite  lithe  build  being  seemingly  paralyzed   ,   sheer  instinct  being  the  only  driving  force  behind  her  rising  to  feet    ,   eyes  wide   &.   shaky  steps  taken  backwards.   she  draws  a  blank  to  everything  until  her  name  is  called  from  the  darkness    ,   but  even  then  the  sight  she ‘ s  forced  to  encounter  is  all  but  preferable.   squelch   ,   muffled  growl   &.   pained  whimper  oozing  toxic  from  companion ‘ s  lips  as  jaune ‘ s  shoulder  succumbs  to  grimm  jaws.  no   . . .   no   ,   no   ,   NO   !

      ❝  j  -  jaune   . . .   JAUNE   ! ❞   &.   like  a  howling  wolf  shall  little  red  cry   ,   until  it  feels  like  her  throat  is  being  scraped  by  millions  of  tiny  blades.   flash  of  fabled  hue    ,   a  violent  tug  of  her  scythe  that  beheads  the  very  creature  wishing  for  healing  light ‘ s  demise.  when  the  grimm ‘ s  body  falls  with  an  unsettling  thud   ,   so  shall  jaune   &.   never  has  ruby  been  faster  to  pick  a  fallen  comrade  up  off  the  ground  despite  of  their  size  difference.    ❝  jaune   ,   jaune   !  p  -  please  just  —  ❞   whimper.  wet   ,  trembled  whine.   ❝  i  -  i ‘ ll  call  the  others   ,   i ‘ ll  call  for  help   !   t  -  they  can  track  our  location  through  our  scrolls   . . .   !   just   . . .  hold  on.  please  hold  on  . . .  ❞   she ‘ s  quickly  yanking  away  cloak    ,   applying  pressure  to  arc ‘ s  wounds  like  her  very  life  depends  on  it.   because  it  does.    ❝  i  can ‘ t  lose  anyone  else   . . . ❞

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note to self  :  bloodborne verse.

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“Gluttony Fang” = Daisuke Ishiwatari = Theme of Hazama

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             @reapinghood​   ›   crunches a jaw breaker literal inches away from them. :B                                                                   unscripted.

spite most definitely,   that had to be what fuelled such childish actions. although, they couldn’t really blame her. how many jawbreakers had they ruined in a stubborn battle of dental endurance ? ren hadn’t been able to brush the taste of saccharine monstrosity until the next morning. they’d be a fool to fall for ruby’s goad, and yet magenta hue narrowed as wolved canines snapped the sugary atrocity in half, tempted to try just for the sake of competing. maybe if they staved off the need to try long enough, they’d avoid giving into such childish whims. ren didn’t even like jawbreakers. stifled smugness clung beneath an layer of feigned indifference.   ‘   how are your teeth   ?   ’

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@crviis​​   said    :     ruffles up his niece's hair with a stupid ass grin on his face

      child  -  like  innocence  is  what  illuminates  youthful  expressionism   &.  twinkles  bright  within  the  pools  of  molten  silver  the  moment  bullet  from  crescent  rose  rips  from  the  chamber   ,   it ‘ s  gunshot  echoing  loud   &.   clear  for  all  to  hear  whether  they  like  it  or  not.  this  is  ruby ‘ s  first  time  firing  the  finished  product  of  the  beloved  weapon  she  has  worked  so  long   &.  hard  on    ;   the  clarity  of  each  gear  working  to  unfold   ,   the  melodious  ‘ click ‘  when  dust  infused  ammunition  rips  forth  like  an  animal  straight  from  the  depths  of  hell.   red  -  black  tail  happily  wags   ,   high  pitched  squeal  bubbling  forth  betwixt  rose  petal  tiers   &.  a  twirl  of  petite  build.   ❝   did  you  SEE  that    ?!  did  ‘  ja    ?! ❞   out  comes  mellifluous  tonality   ,   burst  of  petals  around  crown  as  ruby  quickly  trots  o ‘ er  to  uncle   &.   mentor  with  the  largest   ,   toothiest  grin  one  could  ever  hope  to  see  from  a  being  so  small.   silver  eyed  gaze  turns  utterly  triumphant  as  ruby  twirls   &.   slings  crescent  rose  up   &.   atop  shoulders  in  a  fashion  similar  to  how  she ‘ s  observed  her  kin  in  the  past.  

     ❝   she  feels  so  light    !   &.  fires  like  a  champ    !   eheh   ,   no  grimm  is  ever  gonna  stand  a  chance  against  me  one  day   ! ❞   she ‘ s  learning  from  the  best   ,   after  all.

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You know, mother, I have always wanted to be a saint.

Mary Ruefle, from Heaven on Earth (via wishbzne)

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Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, from An Oresteia; “Orestes,” publ. c. 2009

[reapinghood]

anyways just some important aspects of this blog real quick.

ruby’s primary allusion is the mythos of the black dog , or the black shuck.  the black dog is the name given to a spectral or demonic entity found primarily in the folklore of the british isles. the black dog is essentially a nocturnal apparition , some of them shapeshifters  &.  are often said to be considered demonic or described as a ghost or hellhound.  some are said to behave benevolently &. those that do are refered to as ‘ guardian black dogs ‘ &. it is said that they guide travelers at night onto the right path or guard them from danger. in this case , they’re called ‘ church grim ‘.  (  guardian spirits who oversee church grounds &. protect them from various crimes / criminals.  ie : alluding to ruby being an aspiring huntress &. being devoted to helping others. )

this means my ruby is a wolf faunus , &. by extension my summer ! (  even though i don’t really write her much anymore , lmao.  )  her main trait is a wolf tail with a fur pattern mimicking the gradient in her hair  (  pitch black with a dark red gradient towards the end.  )  ,  but she also has sharpened canine teeth , claws when she’s not biting them  &.  heightened senses.  especially hearing.  she can hear shit coming from a mile away.

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