#dark!ren

[valkxrie]

“You knew who I was, and you still let me in.” { dark!ren @ valky!b } 

@kylo-wrecked

He said it in a dream. Said it while wandering the expanse of her mind - while wearing her sleep like a glove.

He wove new colours into them, those dreams. He knit her new shades of black. She decorated them with storms, and seas, and endless skies.

Lucid, liquid, she watched him. Bathed in rest, she swallowed his restlessness. "Of course I knew who you were [are]." Lightning forked and became fulgurite. "It's why I let you in."

The Valkyrie stood [slept] in the presence of The Ren. She declared [dreamed] him to be all the things he had ever been. To be the shore and the sea. The past. The future. The nothingness of the now.

Her voice filled a tongue. Became a tongue. Became a throat. "Do you enjoy being inside me?”

[valkxrie]

“You’re trembling… is it because of [me?]” { dark!ren @ valkyrie!b }

@kylo-wrecked

A tectonic sky pressed against the curve of her skull. It peered out at him and answered 'you know why I tremble'.

Only he knew. Only he could know. He had feasted on her marrow like carrion. He had licked the bowl of her palm clean.

He knew Yggdrasil hung close in the sky. Yggdrasil, whose branches writhed. Whose expanse was a galaxy unto itself. Whose sinew had knit her sinew - and whose gods clamoured for her return.

"The Wolf will want you. As will the Hanged God." Fate tugged upon Brunnhilde's axilla. 'This is my gift to you. This trembling. This Ragnarok.' Her peering thundered. Demanded. It slid its tongue beneath his and asked it to move. 'Will you take it?'

[valkxrie]

Sower of Temptation by Seb McKinnon.

@kylo-wrecked

[valkxrie]

🔥 Cauterize the receiver’s wound with a hot blade. { dark!ren to valkyrie!b (battle related or personal injury) }

@kylo-wrecked

The stink of iron, battle brewed and burning, bore down upon her. It immured her into her marrow, leaving rivers of valkjra blood on foreign ground. An offering, sticky and sweet.

She would have been grey, had it not been for his blade. It was kiss-red and burning. It had scarcely been used for first aid.

Brunnhilde wondered if he had tasted it; the impact on shale and the sangine slicing through her abdomen. Had he felt the explosion that had forced her down? Did he hear the bells in her ears? Had his world gone white, then black, then more cold with each passing pulse?

He saw her now. Ren. He peered down upon splayed blonde and blood and belly, and he pressed his blade to the open wound. This might leave a scar. This might make a golden mark upon her flesh that even apples could not hide.

It dug her heels into grave-dirt. It rattled spittle from her throat. It left her no less bloodless, but no longer bleeding.

The blade parted from her flesh and left her trembling the way she had been trembling when he had freed her from that dead sea.

"No Valhalla for me," she murmured into his mind. "Not for either one of us."

[valkxrie]

a forgotten alleyway behind a row of storefronts, bathed in the glow of a neon sign. { 🃏 human!b & dark!ren- Anytime, anyplace. }

@kylo-wrecked

It was a safety neon. A garish yellow that flickered and hissed - no doubt hung by someone who thought alleyways were bad for the health of tourists, women, and anyone stupid enough to take a blackened shortcut.

A government initiative. Probably. Which government? This planet had endured its share of many. There had been many uniforms, many plots, and now - many hangars filled with explosive, throttle-controlled teeth. Brunnhilde stood in the scintilla and knew there were plenty of shadows left - and that his was the tallest. It draped itself like a pall over the unwashed concrete. It climbed under the feet of anything that dared to scurry away.

A stranger, but not a stranger. A shadow, but not hers.

A collision of ghosts.

"You summoned me." A statement from a soldier who had been pulled, irrecoverably, to stand beneath the garish neon. Not beneath a flag, nor beneath duty - but, beneath his shadow, and whatever that entailed. "Why?"

[valkxrie]

[ LOOKING ] [dark!ren] holding [valkyrie!b's] jaw and turning their head to look at them { set dressing: wayyy back when he broke her out of the tank }

@kylo-wrecked

She had been dreaming of him. Of the void. The abyss. Of the maw of the world and the tail between her teeth.

He pulled her gaze with a hand he had not been born with. Thunder rolled overhead and beneath their feet.

The Valkyrie stared through the helm into the soul of him. Into what remained of the soul of him. Into what was left behind where the soul of what could have been him had once been.

"Burn it with me." Brunnhilde's lips parted, pale and fleshy. She was all eyes. All feathers. All prickling cold and sinew-splitting rage. Naked. Trembling. Her sister lay dead in the next room. "Make this place a pyre.”

[recollectiveprotector]

Dark!Ren (Open RP)

His fingers curled inwardly, deadly claws standing out and ready to reap into whosoever had meandered along his way. There was no control in his eyes or reason in his posture as he stood, his sharp fangs bared as a low growl left his throat. He seemed akin to an animal now, his bright amber orbs darted around as he walked slow and predatory.