#penddraig

[vonerde-archive]

cat howl, standing on gaia with his little toebeans.

𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 | 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ➥ @penddraig

the world seemed perfectly still whilst she continued to lay underneath the giant weeping willow; the air felt warmer within the sanctuary of its shadows & there was truly nothing that could possibly disturb the tranquility that encompassed her at this very moment. or so she had thought: azure eyes fluttered open as she felt something weighing down on her stomach & soon enough, the divinity came face-to-face with a feline. a strange but welcomed surprise that had the corners of her lips twitch into a small smile. quickly would gaia raise her upper body, supporting herself with her arms whilst gazing at the cat. "well, hello to you, too." cue a small nod of her head.

"didn't you know that it's a bit rude to just jump on strangers like that?" the goddess canted her head to the side as she questioned the feline, obviously not expecting an answer from the animal's side. "your paws are probably dirty, too, huh?" though, even with such a pointed question — the woman's features remained relaxed as she seemed more amused than annoyed. "good for you that i don't mind dirt." her attention quickly trailed to the abandoned leather pouch sitting in a patch of grass only a few inches from them, the same smile still playing along her lips. "if you're hungry, i brought a few snacks and i don't mind sharing." azure eyes snapped back to the cat, raising one of her hands & moving it over to scratch the underside of the feline's chin in an affectionate manner. "i wonder what your name is . . . "

[lighthouseborn]

@penddraig || liked for a starter (carryover).

  Trying to find this shop again had proved nearly identical to chasing a silk scarf caught up in the wind. Unable to name the town himself (entirely lost, the first time he found it) he asked and asked again for the wizard's shop with various details for aid. The shape of the building, the color in the windows, the strange little assistant who had answered the door, and -most notably- the air of the wizard himself. Every answer he got back snapped this way and that, leading him in directions that doubled back over themselves more than they went anywhere.

  Until his luck caught up. And of course it was a seaside town, the place where his luck caught up - even though Henry was sure he'd been nowhere near the sea at all. (If he was near the sea, he would not have been lost.) He was twice as certain of this, though. It was the same wizard. Boldly suited and smelling of all manner of fanciful garden flower at least a dozen paces in advance and wake of his person.

  “Howl,” he called ahead, foregoing the formal title for no other reason than addressing someone as their occupation felt almost like some form of insult, to him. Or, at least, a formality he didn't care for. Further greeting came when he drew closer, arriving in the form a gesture almost like a bow: hello, where he came from. “I don't know that you'll remember, but some months ago you helped my friend and I evade a great deal of trouble. I couldn't return any favor then, or even pay you properly, but I hoped this might do one or the other, now.” He fetched a stone from the depths of the bag slung across his torso. It was no precious jewel or sparkling marvel, strictly speaking, though it had been thoroughly and expertly polished until its deep blue faces were handsomely shaped and mirror-bright. “It brings luck,” he explained. Strange thing that, as it was not exactly spelled, but neither entirely mundane, conspicuously imbued with good fortune and good will. Henry shrugged, like there were questions he could hear in the brief pause. “Or makes fine jewelry, if you cannot convince a buyer of the charm.”

  Either way, a turn for a turn.

[unboundtravels]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐖𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 | @penddraig

𝑇𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑙,

Attached to this letter, per your request, are concerts to my next opera. If not for your remedy, I would not have been able to muster up the ability to rehearse, let alone perform. I wish I could've paid you back in full for the medicine, but alas— Musicians like myself never have a hefty coin purse. At least, I do not. Point me in the direction of the richer Musicians across the Kingdom and I will speak words with them. For now, take tickets to one of the balcony seats. Perhaps you could bring company, the opera is themed around romance, anyways. 

Regardless, you may be wondering why I had a letter delivered to your estate instead of coming to see you directly. Despite my schedule, I will never not have time for the great Wizard Pendragon. However, I was called to The King's Court to orchestrate music for your recent meeting with him. I was intending to keep it a surprise, to perhaps catch up with you once you had a moment away from the king. I am sorry to spoil the surprise, my friend. However, I think perhaps there may have been a grave mistake.

You see, when The King announced your arrival— I began to play, as was instructed of me. However, when I saw who joined your side, I was a bit confused when my eyes laid witness to the figure next to him. A woman, skin as pale as snow and eyes as sharp as ice. Her hair is this crazy bush of snow white, and her clothes. A long black jacket acts as a cloak that hangs around her shoulders, and she dresses very similarly to you. I knew in my heart of hearts that this was not my friend, but doubt filled my heart. I have heard rumors, my friend, that you change your apperance sometimes. The King called this woman The Great Wizard Pendragon, but the way she spoke... the way she carried herself. Very Erratic, was this strange old woman. Mature, clearly very educated and experienced. She performed some of the magic I've seen you do, and she spoke words I've heard you speak... but... there is something off.

I have not had a chance to speak with this woman, yet. I have tried, but The King— you know her, he won't stop talking her ear off. However, what is strange is that this woman is asking him questions about the Kingdom. Not elaborate questions, but strange ones. She wants to know where we are, and what year it is. The King is chalking it up to a spell gone wrong, but I believe something is amiss here. I have sent this letter directly to your estate in hopes it reaches you directly. Howl, if this you... find time to come talk to me, and tell me what has happened to you whilst you've been away. What is it about this apparating Box people say you arrived in? 

If you have no idea what I am talking about... I believe you should get here at once. I do not believe this woman has the intent to ruin your reputation, but with what she is doing and the tricks she is performing... I fear that even if the truth is discovered... she may put you out of a job still, regardless. I hope things are not is dire as I believe, but I felt I had to write you.

Your Friend, 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍

[ulfhrafnx]

cat howl, happily sitting on lira’s shoulder while she walks through the snow for him. this may be the happiest cat to ever exist right now. even if it’s a bit chilly. at least his toe beans are warm. thanks lira

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 / 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

❝ almost there , ❞ he’s chosen the perfect perch , nestled comfortably atop her furs , her thick hair a makeshift blanket further shielding him from the cold. the frozen tundra surrounding the two of them bothers her so little she’s traversing it barefoot , long legs as pallid as the snow , calf deep , they’re sinking into.

❝ .... 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 is just beyond this tree line. ❞ she’s in her element and it shows — where others might find even the air disagreeable she feels invigorated. doesn’t mind the company , for once. ❝ are you hungry ? ❞

[cryptidsdad]

❝ i rather like interfering. it’s kind of my thing. ❞

"Cool, cool. Maybe interfere with someone else."

Robert gently knocked their shoulders together before shoving him out of the way. It was not the most biting response that he could have given but there was no real reason to be an asshole. Outside of his whole 'rough around the edges' personality. But, in a shcoking turn of events, he didn't seem to mind Howl hanging around him. Or he was far too invested in trying to listen to whatever was going on, the little argument, was going on at the next table over.

"Or wait a little bit. Like... twenty minutes or something."

[bllakc4tmoved]

@penddraig : ❛  in my country, we exchange a pleasant 'hello' before asking questions.  ❜

THAT ANGELIC. SOFT CHUCKLE : how can it belong to someone as 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 as you, CAT? ━━━━ she dares to make her approach, she always does, eyes never breaking contact with his. ( PREPARE YOURSELF WIZARD, FOR SWEETEST TROUBLE APPROACHES. ) ━━━━ lips dressed in signature black, corners tugged upwards. &. now, she is close enough ❝ but the thing is, howl, ❞ clawed index finger gracefully traces his clothed chest, eyes moving away only for the moment to follow the movement, ... before they 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄 once more, her gaze drawing him in. ❝ i am not in a very patient phase right now. ❞

[oblyvn-a]

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ ( OPEN CAL'S ASKBOX !!! )

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 ; not - accepting - @penddraig .

there's soft jazz floating through the air , the bar warm & comforting this late at night as he wiped down tables , dried glasses . it was a peaceful routine , a mundanity he quite enjoyed . seldom was this ritual disturbed , & always by the same man -- that heartless wizard .

calcifer raises his eyes , watches the blonde saunter in like he always does , confident , haughty . the words are purred , meant as a lure & truly he did burn the same , the embers lit easily by sultry promises . sighing softly , redhead watches the other vanish in the backroom , & ever the diligent worker , calcifer simply finishes polishing glasses , letting long minutes drip by , before finally , following howl into the back . & ever the diligent lover , the demon ensures his service is top notch .

[agecurse]

[ give ] for your muse ( howl ) to offer mine ( sophie ) their arm 

the  proffered  arm  provokes  a  smile .        “    are  you  to  be  my  escort  this  evening ?    ”        each  stride  clicks  upon  the  floorboards  as  the  young  maiden  takes  her  place  beside  the  wizard,    her  hand  tucking  neatly  into  the  crease  of  his  elbow,    the  other  resting  upon  his  upper  arm .          dark,    warm  eyes  peer  through  strands  of  silver  hair,    up  into  his  beautiful,    sparkling  green  gaze .        “    and  may  i,    at  long  last,    know  to where  we're  headed ?          or  are  you  determined  to  torment  me  with  suspense ?    ”