#huntcraft

[mamaterasu]

         the wood she wanders heedless of danger or lingering high is quiet.  the quiet almost unsettles a warm stomach as formless flames flicker and spin all about.   her claws leave naught of pawprints in the underbrush,  the sweep of silver furs contrasts against the dark,  dark bark of these trees  ;  her presence barely echoing in that quiet.   there is more,  certes,  upon unforgiving winds do voices whisper of ill things,  dead things.   a bouquet of rot wrapped up in bloodstained satin and broken twigs.  ears snap forward upon her head as the cracking of leaves presses behind her.   

               you are as cold as  the air,   your eyes are glaring and they hate.  🍂  @huntcraft​ . 

[rotcraft]

                  AIR     WAS     COOL     ,     GENTLE   ...      her     mind     raced     with     earlier      events     ,     the      HATRED      she      felt     ,     an     old     flame      reignited      through     battle     ,     through     the     power     of     her      own     voice     .     for     now     ,      it      was      just       the      two      ,       standing       in      moonlight      .       '    nathanos    . . .     '        her       tone     was     very      soft      ,       but      held       serious     .     '     my      champion    .    '       voice      exhaled      his      title      ,      passion      lacing      the      word     “ MY  “     -----       hers     .     ‘     they      know      NOT     of      what      death      comes      for      them    ...    ‘       slender      fingers     ,     though     wrapped     in     leather     &     claws     ,      graze     beneath     the     hunter’s     chin      ;     cold     metal     on     even     colder      flesh       .      ‘    you      serve     your      queen      well      ,      my     only     ...     ‘

[enreposo-blog]

lmao hey dork

don’t call me a dork just because i’m a smoky binch like your wife, nathanos.

[gilneans-a]

you know, like nya

wike hewwo? uwu? who is dis??? mwister deathy weathy?

[iinfest-blog]

a bundle of pals !

@huntcraft / @rotcraft / @bloodheels

[lightsblade]

                ❛   my  blood  knights  are  spread  impossibly  thin  as  it  is ,   ❜      liadrin  steps  away  from  the  war  table ,   hands  finding  her  hips  as  she  straightens  her  back  and  golden  eyes  find  the  man  across  from  her .      ❛   i  will  not  be  calling  the  squadrons  in  quel’thalas  away  from  their  posts .   the  ones  already  here  and  in  arathi  are  all  you’re  going  to  get .   surely  you  can  find  another  order  to  bully  into  doing  your  banshee  queen’s  bidding .   ❜

✦ ✧  ▌      @huntcraft   //   starter call !

[qirajroth-blog]

@huntcraft​

His was not the realm of salt and sea. He was the earth and sand, impossibly nestled against the bosom of that which they all had coveted. Immense in power, and now through the outreach of his kin, immense in renewed influence. On the beating wings of a small silithid does the voice of C’thun creep into your ear. A buzz, a whisper, one indistinguishable from the rocking crash of waves against wooden vessel.

“What does she not tell you? Do you know her as well as you think?” It questions, the vacuous eye contracting and expanding within it’s fetid and dark pool. “Your only source of comfort in such hard times, yet time and tragedy have altered you both...”

[iinfest-blog]

@huntcraft​

     THE SILVER SOUTH  clings to her flesh in the form of sweat - beads, marinating old skin with a rancid fervor.  if the heat doesn't kill her, the  impatience  will.  bony knuckles press into her cheeks while she stares dreamily at their newest family member, waiting for any sign of mutation to surface.  how proud he was to strike at his victim ;  how giddy he was to swallow it down !  the smell of it still sugarcoats the air.

     it's been a long while since she's seen a successful transformation.  the last two girls were wretched failures (  UNWORTHY !  ) that continue to taunt from their waterlogged graves.  but he  ——  oh, he just oozes potential !  marguerite licks over cracked lips as she leans closer to him.

     ❛   d'ya feel any different ?   ❜