#corvihdae

[chokethelight]

"The last time I got involved in anything overly political or public for that matter, I stood in front of about,” a pause, “old god’s knows how many people and by the end, they all wanted my head. A reason to why I stay in the sidelines. Far easier that way. Not too many wanting my head that way --- at least not directly.”

(  @corvihdae​ )

[wolfkcst-archive1]

corvihdae

throw salt at the heathen.

          Hisses at.

[wolfkcst-archive1]

corvihdae

today is a good day to die

               Ah, so he has chosen death. Brings the wooden chair around to slam against him in full force. 

              Perish.

[zagubionywilk]

      >> ⚔️ <<          HE’S GOT A SCENT TO HIM,    a scent he can’t fully put a finger on as the wolf    STANDS UP    from his placement among the vines of his vineyard.    he hopes that nothing will come of this    interaction.         ❝        CAN I HELP YOU    ??          ❞        

@corvihdae​ liked for a starter    !!

[wolfkcst-archive1]

One-liner SC || @corvihdae​

                        ❝I know what I am doing. I do not need your assistance.❞                  They respond in a irritated tone. Though, they do need some help... Not that they’d admit that, though.

[gongyoohooo]

" it's a gift for the morrigan. " the druid smiles, placing his offering of herbs at the base of the magnificent tree before them. " you might say that we're good friends, she and i. "

His companion’s nonchalant outlook settles his nerves as he follows behind. Bittersweet scents waft in as they tease their flavorful aromas of candied decay. Wilted leaves crush under his steps as he makes way, cruising through a few other sights for the sore eyes. Gloomy melody of the wind sing their wails and absorb his heat, the lesser druid tightening his robes as he goes along with Eriel’s whims and demands. It does not take long for him to realize precisely where they now stand.

Before them looms the darkening tree of legends and lore, branching wide and reaching the limitless sky. Even in the cloudy atmosphere, the aura of such a living being removes the burden of the heavying weather. Hurriedly, he uncloaks his brown hood and adjusts his woven basket, feeling the obligation of greeting nature before them as if someone or something compels him. Watching the light locks of his fellow order droop as the gift is presented before it forms this lump in Yoo’s chest, unable to still himself as curiosity and wisdom both push him to ask for questions. Nonetheless, he bites his lip to hold his tongue, unsure whether such a time might be appropriate in this circumstance. He chuckles out of hesitance, “Hmhm, it seems to be a wonderful friendship indeed, brother Eriel.”

Thoughts swirl at his words though, knotting his stomach at the suggestion. Good friends? What ever could he mean... A sigh releases the tension building within, as he digs through the basket to at least lay an offering as well. He feels the curvature of his old boline against the new one he had received help with crafting earlier this week, feeling his spirit encourage him to showcase it to Eriel. “Here,” he steps forward to lay it beside the neatly set herbs, “I pray this may be enough to receive her guidance and protection.” Moving his gaze from the tool to his partner, he smiles and reminds him, “So, I suppose we should make way. We should accompany their travel while we can still catch them on the way.” Again, he looks up at the sky, presuming a time, “I am sure we can make it there before their departure.” A hand gestures to Eriel, insisting he lead on as usual.

[fallesto]

“i made fun of spirits living in my house and they revenged.”

“Look here honey, we’re all for a good time, but lay off the pills. Your crazy talk is scaring the other customers. The only spirits you gotta worry about are the ones behind the bar and not the ones in ya lil head.”