#koyotii

[witchamania]

@koyotii

“You! It’s you!” Aida wasted very little time in dashing towards the godly creature, eyes alight with her excitement. “The wisps told me you were around here!”

The remnants of spirits floated about her, alongside her ever-present butterflies. They seemed to be nothing more than ethereal and smoky shapes, unable to communicate on their own without aid of another.

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He's skeptical, if anything. There is no religion for them. And as much as humans talked of god, they didn't seem to follow their own rules regarding him. Ears are flat paired with a tail level with his spine. Not aggressive yet. There's something noble in the traditional sense about the stranger. Far from the noble that left far too many hungry. Though it was hard to believe that a small canine could be considered godly. "And what are you supposed to be?"

[mcnkeyfu-a]

     “ WOULD YA’ LIKE TA’ TELL ME HOW AND WHY THIS HAPPENED, Coyote? Who did this? “ Chiro has learned to tolerate some of the crazy canine’s antics but there’s a point where the teen needed to draw the line. His arms were folded patiently, foot tapping like a parent expecting their child to spill the beans about broken pottery. // @koyotii​

[agelessbecst-moved]

@texxeract @koyotii IN RELATION TO THIS THREAD, a little rough draft of something I’m working on. It’s been a long while since I’ve done art based on a thread and the composition and poses of the characters are subject to change, I’m probably gonna wait until its my turn again to develop a solid idea of what I want. Even if this does end up changing I was happy with a little light practice.

                                                   ALSO IF THIS AIN’T THE THEME OF THE THREAD

[weebiter-archived]

“He killed a bunch of stuff and decided he was ready to kill a god.”

“He sounds like he was his own breed of stupid, ahahaha! So what’d you do? Did you gobble him up for good?”

[balsamina]

koyotii replied to your post: “someone: (says A Single Good Thing about my old N blog) me: dam……i...”

the poor sad boi..... please ,, stop bullying him

N constantly walks around naked in the woods, hardly ever showers, is an unrepentant thief, cites every single one of the Air Bud sequels as his favorite film of all time, and has been known to harass and steal from children. he deserves this

(Lusamine voice) remove this ANIMAL from my establishment AT ONCE

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continued | @koyotii​

        The forest edge was green and thick, attractive to deer for the hunt. That was why they had come here in the first place; two grown beasts needed three deer to sate their hunger for three days, two for one and one for the other. Years of trial and error had taught them to develop a strategy so that they could achieve that number; obviously Bashan dove into the forest first, for his small and nimble form could weave through the thick forest brush without startling their prey.

        His larger companion had to stalk the forest edge, waiting to pluck any deer that drew to near or take flight in order to drive them in his son's direction. They had no intention of stumbling upon old ruins when they had come across this place.

        Though perhaps, it all owed to the elder's sense of direction, innately tied to his natural instincts. Dragons, after all, often returned to where they were raised, as familial communities offered protection and food for their future offspring. Sadly, the ghosts of his past had returned to haunt him the moment he had recalled this place, and they drove him to tear himself away in reluctance. The ruins should have been safe. They've sat here for a million years, decaying and erroding by the forces of time and nature. In retrospect, the golems should have vanished long ago. Oh, how he was wrong.

        BASHAN'S BLOODCURTLING SCREAM met his ears like it had shattered the glass of silence. Their first kill, already long dead and left blood on Vidar's maw would be left behind as the beast ushered himself into the forest brush, his brief inner peace destroyed by sheer horror. It had to be a bear, OH PLEASE GODS, LET IT BE A BEAR. Logically it had to be a bear. Often that was the case and such an animal was far easier to overcome than when Bashan was seven.

        Unfortunately fate had payed him no ease. Somehow, as he tore through massive pines and charged over fleeting rabbits, Vidar's eyes widened at the recognition of the inhuman frames of artificial bodies, covered in hard ceramic skins. They claimed to have emotion but carried out their duties as though they were soulless. They sought equality but came to destroy those who stood in their path. AS HE RECALLED, THE GOLEMS WERE RUTHLESS.

        SOMETHING SNAPPED. Right then and there. Unbridled, wild rage erupted from the depths of his wounded and aching heart, born from the very resentment and fear he held against the malice of his people. They had gone too far. They had taken away his home, his brother, his kingdom--and gods forbid, they seemed just as bent on taking away his innocent human son.

        THAT'S RIGHT, GOD FORBID. The beast's icy eyes glowed with blue fire, hot and angry. The blind rage which consumed his very though drove him to stretch his wings and BELLOW something horrific--but his announcement served only to bring him down. A single shot from one of the decrepit golems swept narrowly past his face, drawing blood beneath his eye. The next Vidar knew, he was tumbling--rolling down the rocky slope. A jutting boulder struck him at his shoulderblade, and at that moment, he knew he had dislocated something. The pain shot through his body like an arrow, and it droned and droned, coming in buzzing waves that persisted. He could no longer move his arm.

        Vidar hit the ground one final time, jaw and belly slamming into the grass not far from where Bashan's body threatened to crumble. The boy, just barely a man, was fighting for his life more than his father was. Sadly, the injury only added salt to an old wound and it fueled Vidar's rage even further. Before the golems could recognize their second opponent, the beast had pulled himself up onto his side and gave a harrowing, earsplitting, ICEFIRE SCREAM.

        Nothing could have stopped him from being engulfed in his bitter rage. The BASTARDS were still kicking after all this time, and he'll be DAMNED if he didn't end them before they ended his child. Paternal instinct now added to the weight of his rampage and the onslaught began. Vidar's throat churned and illuminated into a menacing bright blue, and ICE SPEWED FORTH, choking the once silent air with freezing mist and bitter cold frost.

[witchamania]

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Soul Searching :: { Accepting }

“Such a crafty old one I have here.” It balances upon a finger, the ever-changing glow of it reflected in her eyes. “See how it shifts and curls about on a whim? What an unpredictable thing… I can hardly even make out its original coloring with how it changes so! Truly, an un-trusty thing in my hands now. One might think it hopes to allure me to it with such attractive prospects upon its form.”

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