#foretolds

[entcnglemnt]

@foretolds​ : closed

“Okay, so if you’re not willing to part with it,” out of sheer spite, she refused to let her gaze fall on the trinket once more. She had more willpower in her body than to stoop so low as to beg. “Then why bring it here and tease me with it?” Probably had the willpower, at least. “Now you’re just playing dirty.”

[entcnglemnt]

@foretolds​ : closed

“No no,” her words interjected, cutting him off mid-sentence as she has done time and time again. Cain was the only place Ayda could speak her mind without first having to organize thoughts. The jumbled mess of broken ideas and fragmented paths were far more normal a speech pattern than the way anyone else hear her speak. “I hear you. I understand what you’re saying.”

Her tone softened and lowered, a giveaway that she had no clear argument for what was about to come out of her mouth next. “But what I’m saying is that if we don’t get some kind of freak show for the fair... I might die.”

[hephaestusthyme]

@foretolds​ (baptiste):

carnelian: our muses fight together and have each other’s back

The whites of the vessels’ eyes were all that could be seen of either Loa as they came to a crossroads in the moonless night. They were drunk on merriment and liquor and Hephaestus would blame that drunken state for the reason why he’d taken such a dangerous path. Immediately, he heard the hounds of hell and gripped his cane which was helping his feeble legs toward home from the gathering that had been held in the forest. “Do you hear them, brother?” was all the Loa could ask before he felt the presence on something slamming into his chest and knocking him back. Thankfully, Baptiste was there to catch the old man and as magic flew from both their presences, keeping the dogs back. Hephaestus was rather insulted actually. After all, he was a scrappy dog in his other form as well. He looked to Baptiste and there seemed to be an understanding there, they both knew they needed the crossroads entity to come forward for them to be able to pass. The Loa known as Legba, poured blood from a flask on the ground and drew his protective symbol with the tip of his cane. He then looked to the Loa known as Ghede, who was holding up a dog with his Vodou and saw that his vessel was about to be taken by another hound and Legba did not have time to shout a warning before he impaled the demon dog with his walking stick. That caused the crossroads demon to appear with a roar of rage for the fallen hell beast, but how could a demon hope to challenge two Loas? That remained to be seen.