* BURY ME

IND. OC | NSFW | LOW ACTIVITY

[verfuhrerin]

“Then you shall bird watch with I, and I shall teach you how to catch them. Perhaps it’s a trick that will help you settle with a lovely young lady or gentleman.” A knack for handling animals made her a touch arrogant, but when one had spent decades in the wilderness, picking up on how to behave around them and how to get them to trust you became natural. “You won’t learn a thing about animals with someone who hasn’t lived with them. Palaces, unfortunately, only have domesticated pets.”

She noticed him check his watch, a curious brow raised.

“Your bag is trying to say something. I hope you don’t have what I think you have..”

[soilbleeds-blog]

❝ Uh, yeah, about that--you should probably get going. I hate to cut this short, mom, but I’m expecting company any moment now. ❞ He sighed, checking his watch again. Just as he had finished speaking, two, black SUVs pulled into the empty parking lot. Their occupants exited the vehicles, quiet as ghosts and dressed to the nines in full, tailored suits. Each of them wore identical, black oriental demon masks, save one. The gentleman without a mask stepped forward, about twenty feet from where Creed and Aeva stood. 

❝ Too late. ❞

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

Reblog this if your muse suffers from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).

[verfuhrerin]

She wouldn’t ask what was in the duffle bag. Yet.

Needless to say, she was smiling and happy to see him. Creed had always been such a sweet boy, never held ill will toward her. He seemed to understand she only did questionable things to protect and care for him.

“I wanted to go for a walk. I couldn’t sleep.” And indeed, beneath her rather heavy coat was her nightgown, and her face was mostly bereft of any cosmetics, “A better question is why are you out here and what on earth are you doing?”

“And what’s with the bag? Please tell me you didn’t buy more guns. Would it kill you to find a new, safe hobby? Like… bird watching?”

[soilbleeds-blog]

❝ Hell of a time for a walk, ❞ he mumbled irreverently under his breath before finally meeting her gaze. 

Every now and again, there was something Aeva would do or say that would make Creed feel as if--despite having known her for most of his unnaturally long life--he knew so very little about her. This was one such time. At once, it made him both sad and curious. Did she not trust him enough to tell him more about her life prior to having adopted him? Or was she trying to protect him from something? Everyone, he knew, had their crosses to bear, and so he never prodded. But lately, since he had been in staying in town with her, it had been wearing on his mind.

❝ Tried bird-watching once with Aballach. Funny thing about birds is that the most you can do is watch them. Try and get close and they’ll just... fly away. ❞ He pushed the bag forward with the ball of his heel. He fell silent a moment and checked his watch. 

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

❝ Not guns. Insurance policy. ❞

[soilbleeds-blog]

@verfuhrerin // cont.

His response was swift, delivered without the slightest hint of hesitation. Or lack of self-awareness, for that matter. 

❝ I am the trouble. ❞ He replied half-smirking, unloading a weathered, drab duffle bag from the back of his car. ❝ So that must make you the fool. ❞

Slamming the trunk of the car closed, he turned around and pushed his lower back against the bumper, folding his long arms over his chest with a flat expression. ❝ What are you doing here, mom? I don’t have to tell you that this isn’t the nice part of town. ❞ He wasn’t sure why he was bothering; if anyone could fend for themselves, it was Aeva. Somewhere, he supposed, deep inside of him, was still the young boy who wanted nothing more in this life than to be able to protect the woman that had raised him.

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             ❝ fool me once, i’m gonna kill you. ❞

[jamabushi]

Japanese Swords

[bugeishc-blog]

She didn’t move him from her shoulder, not yet. He would be granted her rare kindness a little longer, at least until she could put him up somewhere for the night. He was in no condition to be alone right now.

And the cloth was lucky. But that was none of his business.

But the mention of black armor makes her thoughts go silent. There were only a handful of samurai in such armor, none of them up to any good as far as she knew. The worst of the worst, even. Supporting him against her as her arm looped under his arm, she began escorting him off the beach and toward the village. He was heavier than he looked. She supposed it was a good thing, given his current state.

“What is the name of the one you seek?”

[soilbleeds-blog]

❝ Alekzander. ❞

The name tastes like poison rolling off of the tongue; his brow furrows at the mere utterance. Pushing himself off of her, he finally feels like he’s strength enough to lift himself to his feet. 

❝ The man I’m going to kill. ❞

Turning to face the ocean, his eyes fall upon the horizon. He knows little of the world outside of his own country, save for what he has heard the sailors speak of. He knows little of combat and the martial arts. He knows little of how to survive on his own. But what he does know is that he cannot rest, cannot allow himself to die until the man in black armor has been vanquished from the Earth. This is his burden. 

HIS CREED. 

❝ What of him? ❞ He finally asks, turning back to the stranger. 

❝ Do you know something about him? ❞

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Done! Did not have colors for everything. Posing contest and Abaddon presenting it. To who? No one knows. xD

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@soilbleeds / Liliana starter call!

     “ Ow! ”

This is what she gets for not paying attention where she was going and running instead of walking. She ended up crashing face first into someone else’s back and now she’s clutching at her face. “ Owwww, I’m sorry! ”

[soilbleeds-blog]

Turning his head over his shoulder, he proffers the woman an earnest smile. ❝ Perfectly fine. I hardly felt a thing. ❞

Turning on his heel, he gives her a slight bow of his head. ❝ Are you going to be alright? Or should I call an ambulance? Seems like a good way to get a spinal injury, running into people like that. ❞

Reaching into his sport coat, he retrieves a small, cardboard box and slots a cigarette between his lips. ❝ Where were you off to in such a hurry, anyway? ❞

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@soilbleeds / Alexis starter call!

     “ Hey, could you be my spot partner real quick? You seem like a good one. I’ll buy you food or something as thanks. ”

[soilbleeds-blog]

Unable to resist the allure of being treated to a meal, he nods enthusiastically. ❝ Uh, sure ! ❞

Towel is tossed over his bare shoulder and he makes his way over to where the woman is performing her exercises, arms folded across his wide chest. He couldn’t say he’d ever seen her at the gym before today, but then, he didn’t go to the gym to sightsee. 

❝ I’m Creed, by the by. And you are? ❞

[soilbleeds-blog]

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[bugeishc-blog]

@soilbleeds cont.

“That’s because it is everything we own.” She remarked, glancing back at him from over his shoulder. A tiny smile was given to her faithful student, a rarity. 

“You know, I could find another apprentice. One that won’t bitch.”

[soilbleeds-blog]

❝ I suppose you could. ❞ Hand is run against the back of his messy mop of hair. Rushing up between his bent legs, a small Shiba-Inu stops in front of Creed and looks between him and Ishi. 

❝ But then you wouldn’t have Promise to keep you warm at night. ❞ Hooded eyes look down at the pup, lips curling into a devious smirk. 

❝ Come on. Let’s keep going. The sooner I have this thing off my back, the better. ❞

[bugeishc-blog]

The sight of his blood made a neatly shaven brow raise, having been unaware of its presence until now. Ishiyo reached within the folds of her kimono and retrieved a clean strip of cloth she often dressed her wounds with. Silent, she opens his tunic and quickly begins to tightly wrap the cloth around him several times. It was only after she finished that she looked back at him.

“What happened?”

She inquired flatly, annoyed with herself. A part of her wanted to stay out of it. Ishi had enough on her plate as it was with those damn pira–

Oh.

“Tell me. Now.”

[soilbleeds-blog]

Like an abused animal, he shies away from her touch. Kindness has been so seldom thrust upon him that he isn’t certain he can trust it. Or her, for that matter. Finally, coming to grips with the severity of his wounds, he leans into her, resting his head against the flat of her shoulder and allows her to do her work unhindered. 

❝ They attacked us out of nowhere and before we knew what was happening, ❞ he trails off, throwing his gaze around to the wreckage that surrounds them. Whatever it was that he was going to say next would be plainly obvious. 

The constriction around his wound makes him wince, but he doesn’t chafe. He simply grits his teeth and balls his fists. 

❝ I came here looking for someone, ❞ he tells the woman. Reaching up, he takes a handful of the loose, cotton fabric that she wears holds it tightly. 

❝ A warrior in black armor. ❞

[lovesiicked-blog]

She was surprised to say the least it’d be fairly obvious to see her shoulders hitch and eyes light up, She hadn’t expected someone like him would come along and be willing to pay a fairly small hacker for this amount, Though she’d most definitely have her work cut out for her this was too good to not take.

“Ah- That sounds great actually!”

“Do you work alone or-” For a moment she was actually concerned just who she was getting involved with, Was this someone obscure too or was he with some big syndicate or something.

“Also do you got a ‘title’ i can refer to you as?”

[soilbleeds-blog]

He shakes his head. ❝ No title. ❞

Taking another pull from the cigarette between his lips, he blows the smoke this time out of the sides of his mouth. ❝ No name, either. As far as you know, I don’t exist. I’m just a ghost. ❞

He pushes his back against a nearby wall and folds his arms underneath his chest. What he’s said isn’t exactly a fabrication. His ‘name,’ after all, is nothing more than just another handle. He’s lived this life for so long, he doesn’t even remember his REAL name.

❝ But YOU - you’ve got a name. What is it? ❞

[soilbleeds-blog]

Creed gives a slow shrug of his shoulders. It’s not something he thinks about anymore. It happened and its over. He survived. Being perfectly honest with himself, the man had been nothing more than a good lay. It wasn’t like they were going to get married, adopt children, and settle into a three bedroom family house with a white picket fence. It had been fun while it lasted and that was all it was ever going to be. The only thing the assassin had damaged was Creed’s then-favorite suit. What a waste.

The thought of Mel betraying him like that is different and it makes him wince. It would crush him so completely. For once, he feels like he’s with someone that he can envision a future with. And to have that torn away would leave him devastated. It scares him that the thought would even cross his mind, but she would not get off as easily as the Frenchman did. Death would be the very last mercy he would have on her for ripping his heart to pieces like that. 

But Mel is too GOOD to do something like that to anyone. Let alone Creed, who she should know would do anything for her. 

----RIGHT?

❝ Something was bothering you this morning. ❞ He releases her hand and lifts his head from hers. 

❝ Did I do something? ❞

[bugeishc-blog]

@soilbleeds

The salty air; a small comfort of any seaside resident, the open door to world’s beyond.

The salty air; the breath of the earth’s wet and ever-hungry maw that swallowed those who glided upon her mirrored lips.

And this day, she spat up a boy. Ishiyo’s unfeeling eyes searched the shore and the rocks cradling it, unsure if this was a trap. It wasn’t uncommon for the petty criminals to use bait to catch one off guard. Yet she advanced, the weight of her trinity of swords reassuring her that she was capable of cutting down whomever would try to attack. The sleeves of her kimono are ushered forth by the breeze, but in the sky, she could see a storm brewing. The rain would come down in buckets, and to leave him out in such weather would be cruel, even for the famously cold woman.

Great.

Standing over the young man, the samurai extended her leg, pushing him over onto his back with her foot.

“Are you alive, boy?”

[soilbleeds-blog]

A single eye flickers open, reflecting the visage of the one who stands over him. 

A good question. Is he alive? The last thing he remembers is a crescendo of cannon fire, the men around him scrambling for their stations. They were boarded. Men in masks, their metal faces framed by awful tusks and crowned by two symmetrical horns. DEMONS. Their ships navigated the storm like wraiths of the sea, they flew no colors that Creed had been familiar with. His hand still vaguely recalls the feeling of cold steel. He had tried to fight them, as did the other men, but their defense had been futile. Their ship was already doomed. Some realized this early on and had abandoned ship. Others were not so fortunate. The captain, he recalled, had been the first to go, leaving his men, their passengers, and their cargo to their fate at the hands of the faceless ghosts. Coward. Creed had been prepared to fight to the death, surrounded on all sides by the interlopers, when a kindly soul urged him to run. When Creed protested, the man had been knocked him out and presumably thrown him overboard. 

That much he remembers. 

Sitting up, he feels a searing pain in his abdomen. Teeth grit and eyes shut tightly. His hand rushes to put pressure on it, but thin streams of red liquid escape through his fingers. A wound and not a superficial one, either, to have been bleeding for so long. Getting to his feet becomes an exercise in frustration, as his legs refuse to cooperate. Buckling to his knees, he exhales and closes his eyes for a brief moment. 

Finally, his gaze drifts up to the woman,  ❝ where am I? ❞