#ferallfemmes

[knifvd]

@ferallfemmes / @ferinehuntress : Ahri let out a shrill hiss, as she flexed her claws as their enemies descended upon Soraka. Ahri didn't care who they were; but she smelled blood. The sweet metallic hint of Soraka's blood tickled her nose and enraged the fox. Tails thrashed out, a set of nine as she raced forward, faster then any human eye as she shifted to the side and descended upon her prey.

Fangs ripped into the throat of one of them, blood coating her mouth as she ripped into them and threw them to the side. Twisting around she swiped her claws across the face of another man, having to jump backwards as he tried to shoot Ahri and she pushed her hand forward and pulled his soul forcefully from his body. The howling turned into a screech that died out as the essence of the other swirled around her. Feeding on it, she twisted around and hissed before turning golden eyes to look at Soraka.

"My sweet," Ahri whispered as she dropped to her knees. "Come on, speak to me," Her tail brushed against the face of the woman, not caring how feral she looked at the moment. - Ahri @ferallfemmes

                         𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙  ,  𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨  𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜  !

           (    you  told  yourself  ,  told  yourself  :  war  torn  that  you  are  ,   you're  done  with  this  .  the  BLOODSHED  and  ache  that  comes  from  it  ,   that  you  are  done   .  that  when  given  and  living  kindness  and  a  semi  mortal  life  ,  that  you  are  done  with  all  the  VIOLENCE  that  you  had  so  much  as  CONDEMNED  whenever  looking  down  on  the  earth  ,   that  you'd  never  RETURN  to  the  bloodshed  that  the  other  CELESTIALS  loved  to  take  part  in  in  ORDER  to  feel  more  human  .   and  maybe  you  had  done  it  ,   too   .   felt  the  VIOLENCE  and  blood  on  your  HANDS  and  in  your  chest   to  feel  more  and  MORE  human  ,  and  when  the  gods  granted  you  the  slightest  sliver  of  HUMANITY  ,  you  swore  ,  you  swore  you'd  never  draw  violence  ever  again  .

          and  yet  ...   )

          body  is  WEAK   :   feels  exhaustion  creep  into  her  BONE  as  she  watches  the  beautiful  vastaya  fight  and  rage  ,  rage  against  the  VIOLENCE  that  had  been  presented  to  them  .   she  rips  ,  and  TEARS  ,   and  there  should  be  a  certain  kind  of  DISGUST  rising  in  her  throat  ,   knows  it  ,   knows  it  in  her  BONES  that  it  should  be  everything  she  abhors  ,  but  ...  she  can't  .   a  warmth  blooms  in  her  CHEST  through  exhaustion  ,   a  sigh  of  RELIEF  she  didn't  know  she  was  holding  in  .    (    to  finally  be  the  one  taken  care  of   :  angel  ,   how  does  it  feel  to  retract  your  wings   ?   )     exhales  ,   but  feels  her  LEGS  give  out  beneath  her  as  crimson  splatters  across  the  FIELD  .

          STRONG  ARMS  to  support  the  HEALER  ,   head  light  and  vision  BLURRING  as  she  looks  up  at  the other  .   softness  LINGERS  on  her  features  ,   adoration  lingering  on  her  countenance   :    feral  in  all  her  BEAUTY  ,  soraka  would  watch  the  other  like  this  forever  if  given  the  chance    .    pushes  her  face  up  against  the  other's  tails  ,   eyebrows  knitting  together  .     ❛      my   heart   ,   i   ---     ❜      but  voice  cracks  and  croaks  as  she  offers  the  OTHER  a  smile  , eyes fluttering SHUT as she does so .             ❛      you  came  ...  back  ...  for  me  .      ❜          

[zaunitespride]

[ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms - Ahri

Non verbal angst | accepting

@ferallfemmes

The concept of affection wasn't completely un-foreign to Jinx. She'd grown up with it with Silco. Even with Vi before she had left her. In both of those cases she was the one who sought it out...Asked for it when she needed reassurance. This, however, wasn't initiated by her but it was similar to the warm embrace she welcomed...

"I'm fine, really, I am." That seemed to be her mantra lately. She knew that she was faltering more than she'd ever faltered in the last few years. Her stability, she knew, was worsening. Her mask was slipping, cracking. "Did the smell of the gunpowder draw you in again?"

It's what had happened last time, when they first met. Jinx knew she was reeked of it, unapologetically. "If that's the case, maybe I should shoot a little more, huh? I'm sure I can find someone who deserves it without Silco getting all huffy."

[zaunitespride]

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall - @ferallfemmes - Ahri / Jinx

Self indulgent meme | accepting

There were things you expected while in the lanes, and getting cornered? Getting pinned to a wall? That was one of them depending on who you were, how relevant you were. Most of them wouldn't have tried with Jinx. No one wanted anything to do with the loose cannon, not if they wanted to get on her or Silco's bad side.

In a rare moment, Jinx got caught off guard and found herself in that exact position. She expected some kind one of the shimmer addicts. However, what in fact was in front of her, was something, or someone she'd never seen. Part of her was to curious as to what she was. Or rather what she had done to deserve the attention.

"Oh that's new! Love those ears." Jinx reached her hand up to poke at what looked like ears. "Let me guess, you're new and I stole something precious? Or did I blow something up?" The woman seemed intimidating, but she wasn't phased.

"Or are you one of the firelights?" Just like that she reached for the handle of her gun, but made no other movement yet. "No, you would've killed me by now if you were."

[hexcoremagician]

@ferallfemmes AM SO DAMN EXCITED AM SHAKING LMFAO

𝗩𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗬 𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡'𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗞. It is his third Midnight Masquerade, and it still feels so new to him. He is so used to the storytelling in front of the fire and blood-wearing of Zaun, that the candies, games, and fact his V Coils will perform at the end of the night... unnerves him.

Mel is a welcome presence. She always has been. His closest friend and confidant: an outsider, like him.

It was her idea, after all, to dress as a raven, and he'd stuck to the idea every year. It was comforting that Mel did the same thing, too.

"Any requests for the V Coils this year, M?" he says, gliding over to her with his cane announcing his presence. On his wrist lies the bracelet he has of their matching set, and his black outfit accentuates it.

On his breast pocket lies a reminder of Zaun's festivities, a splotch of beaded blood that was embellished there by his father. A necklace showcasing blood seeping down in red, glass beads and orange pearls, makes him appear paler. Some of Entropy's actual feathers decorate his costume near the shoulders, the black, loose shirt flaring out until it reaches his corset. The raven-feathered corset straightens his posture, and the inventor wears dark pants and boots. Dark wings decorate his back. Entropy also sits on his shoulder, squawking away.

"You look wonderful, as usual."

[freedomsbounty]

@ferallfemmes asked: "What the fuck do you want?" - Aloy / Vi

The statement made her pause before light eyes looked to Aloy's own. It was as if looking into a mirror of sorts in some ways and it left Violet quite unsettled. She heard rumors of what had happened in a way with her over time. A shadow in the dark with a vegence much like her own. Looking at the woman, Vi shifted to jump down from where she was gazing down. Like a wolf, she leaped down and rolled before shifting to stand upright once more to glance toward Aloy. "To know why my doppelganger is wandering around my territory. See why my face is in two places at once or didn't you realize I seem a bit familiar?" The pugilist adjusted her stance keeping from squaring up right then and there. "Keep your distance from Caitlyn."

[freedomsbounty]

@ferallfemmes asked: shivers - mel / sevika

The golden rays of light were enough to cause the woman to stir from rest. As she grew more aware of her surroundings, she felt light touches toward her left breast and collarbone. Hazy steel eyes worked to pull things into focus before the radiant look of Mel was found to be looking at her. The soft-touch was from the councilor.

A stillness and warmth radiated between them as Sevika relaxed under the gentle ministration of her lady's hand. A gentleness reserved for her appeared from the brute of a woman. "Those are from the glorious hextech you all boast for," she remarked. "Four gems total. Four of those gems destroyed what was once my arm and should have rightfully killed me and yet here I breathe. Scarred with blue tint like lightning for the rest of my life."

The lines danced against the light as the sun finally hit Sevika as she watched Mel closely with gentle eyes. "They are a part of me just as you are now, Mel," she whispered only to reach toward her to pull her lady in for a deep and tender kiss.