Skin Walker

Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all. This is an OC roleplay blog. Mun and muse are 18+ Tracking;; skxnwalker For more information please see the rules page.

[petrushevskiysdiary]

[skxn-walker]

Tʜᴇ Sᴀɴᴅᴍᴀɴ ∀ɴᴅ Tʜᴇ Sᴋɪɴ-ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

[mitdiesemherz]

He nodded silently, hating the fact that Nukpana was on point, heading the nail right on its metallic head! Anselm rubbed his jaw in his quiet musing before replying, “I would like very much to be loved. Companionship is something that I have been denied in the past. To have it now would be excellent.” Those green eyes lifted up from the ground to Bahe. “I simply fear that I do not deserve it.”

It was as simple as that. Does one who was as cruel and heartless as he deserve the love and warmth over others? Bahe was free to love and be loved, he was a beautiful being that lived in the sun. The demon didn’t deserve the sunshine and could only walk alone in the cold darkness. It was his constant companion along with his mother, the moon.

[skxn-walker]

Bahe had listened with a small nod of understanding, although it was followed quite quickly by the parting of his lips in reply, “You may be uncertain of it but I personally believe that you are just as deserving as anyone of it-- If not more so than that.” He’d begun, while moving to sit himself down.

“You, from what I sense from you, from what I think of what I sense, deserve to be loved and cared for, you should be treasured-- I’ve not seen any human that could measure up to you, at least not yet.” Bahe continued with a slight shift, one hand raising to tuck a piece of fallen hair away behind his own ear, tongue wetting his lips in consideration of how best to phrase his furthered continuation, words not truly being one of his strong points, far too used to keeping thoughts to himself. Since he’d met Anselm he’d spoken far more than he could actually remember doing in many a year.

“I understand uncertainty when it comes to things like this, I truly do-- I don’t believe that I deserve it myself, but if I were to listen to those doubts... The loneliness would drive me mad. And yet you have called me an Angel. Don’t you believe that just perhaps it is possible that.. that we both might deserve it, even just a little bit..?” 

[skxn-walker]

{ If anyone is interested I’ll be over here for tonight, I think. My mood isn’t improving at all so I think it’s best for me to slip away from Bahe for now. }

[chivalrousxhybrid-deactivated20]

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

[skxn-walker]

What is Bahe's favorite weather? Does the rain make him sad or give him peace?

The rain can really do either or both to him, for example if he is already feeling sad, it can add to it, but at the same time he’ll find comfort in it, or peace as you’ve said, even if it doesn’t improve his mood.

Bahe’s favourite weather would have to be the heavy mid-summer rain storms after a long spell of dry heat. This is because its not only physically refreshing to him, but mentally refreshing too, and there is always the bonus of the smell of dust that’s been hit up when the rain first begins to pour.

[helloimchlo-deactivated20150622]

[a-t-m-o-s-p-h-e-re]

[skxn-walker]

A ℒᴏɴᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ℛᴀɪɴ

Sat out in the rain, perched on a dampened, uprooted tree, Bahe could be found with a fawn sleeping in his lap, his coat laying over it’s back while he’d stroked across it’s head slowly, a gentle touch that he knew would offer the creature comfort. Deer had always been among his favourite animals; so tender, so intelligent, so caring.

A soft sigh past his lips, while a shiver traversed the length of his spine, hair of charcoal in its shade clinging to his features in its currently sodden state. No matter how peaceful he looked, he couldn’t deny that his mind was currently reeling in thoughts. It always was at times like this; when weather was dull, when he found someone else to be alone like himself. Today it simply happened to be a fawn. He’d not known where the poor things mother was, but he was certain she’d return eventually, if he was to wait long enough. For now though, after he’d found the young shivering and wet, he’d stay here.

It was the least he could do for the precious creature, to keep it safe and warm until its mother appeared. No matter how low his mind may be, he wouldn’t let himself believe that she wouldn’t be coming back. Even if he had been sat here for several hours now. He wouldn’t. Perhaps, he tried and secretly failed to convince himself, she was simply a little lost-- Perhaps the rain had washed away the scent so it was simply taking longer for her to appear.

This, he knew, wasn’t true at all-- The mother wasn’t going to return, but still he’d wait. Still he would pretend to believe the lies his mind came up with to mask the truth.

“Poor little thing...”

[skxn-walker]

Tʜᴇ Sᴀɴᴅᴍᴀɴ ∀ɴᴅ Tʜᴇ Sᴋɪɴ-ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

[mitdiesemherz]

His eyes studied the little hut in silent admiration of the home and its decoration as he avoided Bahe’s stare. The demon didn’t mind the fellow, but he did not like being stared at at all. When he was closer to the young man, it would cease to bother him.

“Ubermensch is ähm …’Superman’, a super human.”, he answered, licking his lips a bit. It was a nice place, he supposed. It was nearby to nature, which comforted him greatly. “You do not dislike my name for you?” Those green eyes turned away from the home and landed on the young man’s face.

That feeling of perturbation had not gone away. In fact, it had seemed to increase the nearer he came to the hut. It was difficult to pinpoint or even to dissipate. He was bothering around with small talk, which Bahe seemed more than happy to participate in. But, the dogging around the issue that was bothering him upset him. Somewhat, it was in his nature to be direct and beating the bush wasn’t helping himself. Not when he was so vexed by this enigma of a feeling.

Anselm licked his lips again before stating bluntly, “You wanted to talk about something. What is it? You have the same feeling that I have. Eagerness and…Something else…What is it?” The demon placed so much faith in the “Ubermensch’s” ablility to see beyond. that he was asking the human for all of the answers. It was ridiculous. An immortal who had been alive for six centuries, seen it all, done it all, felt it all, was asking a human for answers.

It was the companionship that both sought, but why was this different than the longing for love that Anselm had felt before. Where he was usually so demanding and apathetic, controlling over love veering on manipulative, he was shy, nervous and vulnerable with this human? Hadn’t he used and thrown away millions of Bahe’s kind before? He would get them to love him, use them, and move on to the next. Oddly, he didn’t want to do that here.

The demon didn’t know what he wanted.

[skxn-walker]

“I don’t dislike it at all-- If anything that has to be one of my favourites.” Bahe replied with a quieted chuckle that hung under his breath, “It might sound a little stuck-up of me to say that, but it sounds so different that I can’t help myself.” 

When, however, Anselm had spoken and thrown Bahe from his track of thought, he’d been unable to help but find himself pausing in thought, not truly sure of how to reply without doing so. Just what was this feeling, he’d wondered while he’d made a slow turn to at least be facing toward the other figure, though eyes of russet were focused on his own feet as lips had finally parted.

“For me? Eagerness, fear, excitement and... I daresay hope.” The skin-walker began, while hands were brought in front of himself to tangle his fingers together, fiddling as if such a thing could help him find a will to speak, or think, “I don’t know how to be specific just yet, but I... If I were to make everything run perfectly, I suppose that the best way to say this would be that I am hoping for some form of companionship-- I simply fear it, and fear hoping for it.” 

Oh, how he he hoped he made sense.

“To bring myself to the point... I suppose that I wish to talk to you about exactly that-- Facing my fears, if it’s not something that would get in your way. I’d not ask this of you without giving you the same in return. Although... I think that you might be just as cautious of it as my mind wishes for me to be... I just happen to be accustomed to that old saying... ‘Face your fears’.. Sometimes without that phrase I’m not even certain I could have stayed sane for so long.”

This time, Nukpana had finished speaking with a small smile, although still staring down towards his own hands. It was true; if it hadn’t been for that phrase there was no doubt in his mind that he would have lost it a long time ago. After a moment however, he’d lifted his head to cast what appeared to be an almost apologetic expression towards the other, “I don’t wish to guess if the rest is the same between us-- But even an average human could see that we’re both cautious of companionship.. Although that isn’t to say that I don’t want it-- Do you..?”

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse has ever killed someone.

[meme-hoarder-blog]

Send me a ⁂ and my drunk muse shall flirt with yours.

[skxn-walker]

Tʜᴇ Sᴀɴᴅᴍᴀɴ ∀ɴᴅ Tʜᴇ Sᴋɪɴ-ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

[mitdiesemherz]

His green eyes had widened at the raised pitch in the other’s voice and he was taken aback by the excitement that seemed to exist in Bahe. All he could do, since he had agreed and there was no way that he could take it back, was nod. The demon tucked both hands into the pockets of his pants, beginning to follow.

There was no reason to feel awkward around the young man, they had met years ago already. Yet, there was a feeling of lingering unfulfillment hanging thick in the air that set Brandt at unease. And it felt as if it was emitting from himself, as well. Perhaps that was the most perplexing. 

“You have moved, Ubermensch?” Apologize as much as he liked, Anselm could not get that pet-name out of his head. He smiled in embarrassment, but made no move to correct himself. “How long ago?

[skxn-walker]

There was a nod from Bahe at Anselm’s question, while he’d continued leading ahead, “How long have I been here? Around... a week, perhaps? I tend to move around several times a year.” The skin-walker explained, hands lifting a branch for the other to pass under before once again stepping ahead in order to guide the way to his current camp.

This one, when it was reached, seemed to have been set up a little differently to the manner of that which Anselm had seen before, in the sense that this hut had incorporated living trees, rather than dead branches, fabrics and pelts weaved around trunks and over branches, supported by flexible limbs strapped to the ground by leather cords. Clearly, this time it was bigger.

“I like that name--” He’d added then, as he’d turned to face the male, while now walking backwards towards his own hut, outside of which lay a few hand made containers, and an ash pile from a burnt out fire. “Ubermensch... It’s interesting, but I can’t say that I know what it means..” He’d stated with a slight smile, still very obviously happy that the other had agreed to come with him, and certainly eager to talk as Anselm had offered, even if this wasn't what the other had meant by it. He’d not wished to mention it before, but at the smile it brought to Anselm’s lips upon saying it, and for the first time not changing what he’d said, Bahe couldn’t resist bringing it up. He was certain it wasn’t something bad, and in his mind it truly had sounded interesting, “What does it mean?”

[fuckyeahwizardryy-blog]

[skxn-walker]

TELL ME

If you snuck into my room I would:

[x] Go back to sleep[] Kick you out[] Cuddle with you[] Be like “How in the world?”[] Let you sleep on the floor[] Become angry[x] Probably give you the bed.

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[x] Kiss or hug you back[x] Smile and laugh[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[] Push you away[x] Be shocked[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No[x] Yes[] Most certainly not.[] Without hesitation.

You are:

[] Cute[] Adorable[] Attractive[x] Beautiful[] Okay[] Ugly[] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:[] Stranger[x] Acquaintance[] Ally[x] Friend { At least Bahe would like to think so. }[] Love[] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be:[] Pathetic[] Of no consequence[x] Intriguing [x] Frightening [x] Unsettling [] Annoying [] Infuriating [x] Pleasant company[x] Comforting []  Unable to be lived without [] Trustworthy

{ What a mix at the end there. }

[loki-god-of-menace]

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

[skxn-walker]

If you snuck into my room I would:

[] Go back to sleep [] Kick you out [] Cuddle with you [] Be like “How in the world?” [] Let you sleep on the floor [] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[] Kiss or hug you back [] Smile and laugh [] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [] Push you away [] Be shocked [] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No [] Yes [] Most certainly not. [] Without hesitation.

You are:

[] Cute [] Adorable [] Attractive [] Beautiful [] Okay [] Ugly [] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a: [] Stranger [] Acquaintance [] Ally [] Friend [] Love [] Rival [] Enemy I find you to be: [] Pathetic [] Off no consequence [] Intriguing [] Frightening [] Unsettling [] Annoying [] Infuriating [] Pleasant company [] Comforting []  Unable to be lived without [] Trustworthy

[skxn-walker]

Tʜᴇ Sᴀɴᴅᴍᴀɴ ∀ɴᴅ Tʜᴇ Sᴋɪɴ-ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

[mitdiesemherz]

A moment. A moment to collect himself. He smoothed his loose hair back into its place and shook his head. “Ich weiss nicht. Ich weiss…” Anselm glanced back up at Bahe, his eyes softening back to their usual sadness. They delved into the other’s darker eyes. “You want me here. Fine. Let us return to your home. We will talk.”

If persuaded enough, the demon could be goaded into doing anything. He was a mountain at times, but he could still cave in at even the slightest of shoves. Bahe wanted something from him, perhaps companionship, and Brandt was coaxed into trying it.

He was afraid to be with someone, but he was also afraid of being alone forever. It was a decision between two fears and he had to choose the lesser of two evils.

[skxn-walker]

“Truly?!” He’d asked all too suddenly, almost making himself jump with the raise of his voice that had come as a surprise to even Bahe, “You will?” He’d rephrased quickly, forcing his voice to lower in volume to something more acceptable.

Quite why his voice had risen in such a way, he wasn’t at all certain beyond a guess that perhaps it was due to his lowered expectations-- He’d not been able to help that he’d hoped to speak further with the male, but he’d not imagined that he might even have agreed to return with him.

“I’m so sorry-- Thank you--” He’d spat out both after noticing his own extended pause, now hesitantly raising a hand to tug with just his fingertips at the very edge of the other’s sleeve as he’d turned to begin to lead, so very tempted to allow his hopes to grow, and yet so very fearful of that same thing, “It’s this way...”

[skxn-walker]

Tʜᴇ Sᴀɴᴅᴍᴀɴ ∀ɴᴅ Tʜᴇ Sᴋɪɴ-ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

[mitdiesemherz]

Throughout the entire thing, Anselm’s eyes narrowed in silent horror at the sheer accuracy of this. Cold sweat built up on his creamy white skin and he exhaled underneath his breath. A grin cracked up on his lips suddenly, he laughed, “Your eyes… Sie haben die Augen eines Engels!” You have the eyes of an angel!

Anselm backed up from Bahe and ran a hand through his hair, setting a few locks of hair free from his ponytail. “We only knew each other for one day, why do you have this power over me, Engel?” And why? Why was he so important to the Ubermensch, and why was the Ubermensch so important to him? All of his hurt, all of his rage and all of his fear…All of it was the same to Bahe, it seemed. Nothing scared the human off, it appeared to lure Bahe in further if anything.

Erratic. He was acting erratic. Panicking. 

The human was right. Bahe knew too much. Could see too much, maybe everything. And why was it terrifying and soothing at the same time? It felt like Brandt was giving confession right before the face of God himself. He felt free from shame, and yet it felt that it must be imposed. No fear of punishment, but the human was too godlike not to burn his flesh. A human had become an angel right before his eyes. There was no way that this wasn’t so.

“Are you…Are you an angel?”

[skxn-walker]

In his silence, although momentarily taken aback by the other’s initial laughter, Bahe had given a small shake of his head-- He was by no means an Angel, or at least not in his own mind. Perhaps he truly had said too much?

“I’m not an angel--” He’d replied in a now quieting voice, though still a strong enough tone that it was easily audible, “I simply spoke what I felt from you.. I haven’t upset you, have I?” This time his voice dipped towards worry; the thought that he may once again be upsetting the other clearly saddening him before he even knew if this was the case or not.

Even now, however, Nukpana had not the faintest idea of exactly why he had felt such a strong need to connect to the demon-- Perhaps though, just perhaps, it was because what he felt from the male was so very much akin to feelings that Bahe himself had once known- And sometimes still did.

“If I have, I’m truly very sorry--” Bahe began, stepping closer once again to take away the distance that had been put between them by Anselm, doing so out of his fear that the demon was about to leave, “I just want to help. I want to be there. No matter how long or short our meeting was, it doesn’t change that fact for me-- is that wrong of me..?”