#obscuruus

[motherdcarest-blog]

             The creature she had in front of her — was in no way akin to anything she had seen in the wizarding world until now. It was something that existed only in books, in theory ; now it was in the flesh, in front of her, and despite her own words, she felt an iron grip closing around her heart in her chest. 

             ❛ I’m a witch !! ❜ She clutched her wand tighter in her hand, joints turning white against the darker shade of the wood. ❛ Stay back, or I’ll kill you ❜ she warned, yet the slight shaking in her voice would not go unnoticed. 

*✧ ✰ ｡* @obscuruus cont’d from here

[ofthejungle-blog]

✘;;  —  O B S C U R U U S .

   the WOLF CHILD shall  e y e  this fleshy stranger through ample, earthen hues from the trunk that HIDES him away; && veils him in shadow. 

                               MAN IS FORBIDDEN IN THE JUNGLE.

[mcgwaikeeper]

@obscuruus

     “ Hey, um, did you lose this flyer? “

[liilacwood]

@obscuruus

She hates the spring; in the autumn and in the winter she is herself, but the changing of the seasons shapes her into this. A milk-pale human girl with a star-shaped scar on her brow------a human girl that moves as if she’s uncomfortable in her skin, and feels the   p r i c k l e   of mortality creeping ever closer. She cannot die; it has been centuries since the magician whose name she cannot recall hexed her to keep her safe from the   b u l l .   It has been centuries, and still she changes with the coming of the leaves. Her clothes are worn and ragged-------donated by a soul with some place for pity in their heart. Pity for a girl who would never ask for it and could never understand it either; Amalthea follows the crowd in too-big shoes and though she seems leagues away, she runs into no one. White hair tangles like a cloud of   s n o w ;   she turns to look at a boy with dark hair and a s a d n e s s   to him. For a moment, the mark on her brow   a c h e s . “You have a leaf in your hair.”

[devcted-blog]

@obscuruus asked for a starter.

he watches in an obvious curiosity , the voices ECHOING in unison , supporting the one who now spoke. there was something so MENACING in the way they formed their thoughts , how quickly the words came off the tongue in such a VILE manner. while he could APPRECIATE good form when he saw it , he couldn’t find himself supporting something that condemned all of a single kind ------ especially when so many of them were contained in his own familial lines. body pivots , turning AWAY from the crowd & making his way further down the street. that is , until a pamphlet is thrusted towards by a boy who appeared to be AFRAID of his own shadow. lips curl , amused by the title before dark hues lift to meet with those of it’s provider.        ❛      i thought these feelings ENDED with the salem witch trials nearly three hundred years ago ------ these people seem very MISINFORMED. tell me , have you ever SEEN a witch with your own eyes?    ❜  

[flyingonaswitch-blog]

( @obscuruus ) 

some days it still feels like a dream, this school upon a mountain, free and clear of all else she has known. some days it still feels like a dream, but every day she thinks of CREDENCE, how much he might have LIKED it, he appears in mind when least expected, always, in the middle of a potions class, in the middle of the morning. in the midst of gathering herbs as she has been assigned, the autumn air so clear and cold around her. (clear and cold and somehow STRANGE, there’s something - - she can FEEL it). 

- - - something moves within the trees, the shadows, something...she cannot say what, and so she stands with wand in hand, takes two careful steps, eyes searching.(perhaps there SHOULD be fear but there is not. some whisper of her mind - - her heart?? - - has said she’ll not be harmed.) 

        “ - - - hello?”