#sacrilamb

[soloprayers]

i want to see what it’s like to be you

[corruptedsilence]

@sacrilamb​ asked: ovtsa perks when the large door she had knocked on finally began to creak open, " excuse me, ma'am? " she speaks, soft-spoken as ever, " i believe, ah... am lost. "

At least they knocked---

Missi thought as her feline familiar finally did get back to her notifying her that there was a visitor at the door. It took time though to walk down from where she had been at surprised that Cerberus had allowed someone to get this close without causing a ruckus. The large hellhound probably needed his sleep though so she couldn’t be too upset when Minose was there.

Walking down the steps as the new visitor perked at the door creaking open Missi would chuckle and snap her fingers from inside. The door in turn flying open and the candles around the entryway of the castle igniting in a single flash. “ My, my, now who is it that has approached my home at such a late hour? Hardly do people like myself get such polite visitors. Come in, Darling and warm yourself from the chill winter’s grasp. “

Putting on her best act, she always tried to appear far more regal than she truly was. It was something she’s practiced for a while now.

[fstbmp-a]

@sacrilamb sent: 💋! platonic or otherwise <3

There's a slight whistle as Sonic sat off at the wayside, watching the festivities unfold. It was certainly nice, seeing people having a good time after knowing all they had went through here. A pause, waving as Ovtsa approached.

"Another year gone by, eh?" A bit of a laugh, pausing to adjust scarf wrapped around their shoulders.

Even more so when their head is suddenly grasped so the other could plant a kiss on her cheek. Which, of course, elicited an even brighter laugh out of Sonic as she wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders to better plant one on her forehead in response.

"Happy new year 'nd all that. Wish I could stay longer, but y' know how busy I am. Catch y' later!"

[corruptedsilence]

@sacrilamb​ asked: ✏️

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Ovtsa, admiring a sleeping Missi: You’re so cute. Missi, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Ovtsa, lovingly: I know.

[lowhowl]

@sacrilamb

▬▬ Whisper lifts her axe over her shoulder, and wipes a bead of sweat off the side of her head. She'd offered to help chop wood for the winter season at Ovtsa's camp, seeing that she wasn't particularly busy now that she'd left the Restoration to follow her own way.

" So you all just live out here and build your own community ? "

▬▬ Whisper drives the axe downward into another log, splitting it clear in half without even needing to seat the axe head into the wood before hand.

" That sounds nice . "

[royalreef]

@sacrilamb​ inquired: ovtsa hums, allowing miranda's fingertips to brush across her wrist, a scar circles flesh, digging in deeper in places, signs of a struggle.

" those, are, ah... from before sacrifice, from when was in chains. "

// hiiiiiiiiiii <3

        “They had you in chains?” Her words are more of a balm than an active curiosity, a spreading platitude to keep conversation going while her hands continue to touch, to hold.

       Both of Miranda’s thumbs curl around, forming a loose ring over Ovtsa’s wrist while her three fingers trace over the old, worn skin, stitched back together from coarse handling. In contrast, Miranda’s palms are all soft. The larger pads, sitting one at the end of every digit, one between that and her palm, and the largest and last on her palm itself — they’re all soft, smooth, squishy to the touch, though Miranda is doing more touching than Ovsta herself. There’s no patch of roughness, no errant scales poking out of their undersides to grasp the real reason why Miranda had those pads on her hands, nothing left to indicate how Miranda filed them down. Nothing to remember what they might be if Miranda stopped filing them down. Instead, they feel like cat’s paws, padded and silken as she follows the line of Ovsta’s pulse.

       Miranda can feel the bones of the wrist, follow down and feel the beginnings of the ulna and radius. The merprincess does not ever touch with those massive, curling claws, tipping every digit of her own, easily the length of a finger. But, through their bases, she can feel evidence of the underlying anatomy. Test the hard ridges, apply a gentle pressure here upon a tendon to make it curl, find the muscle groups and repeat them all back to herself in her head. Miri’s very good at such things. She was trained for them.

                                                             “And this was the sacrifice before you...?”

[aureumdraconeus]

❔

Send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

THAT MUHFUCKIN LAMB.

Yeah I'd say the lamb fits with like, a good chunk of the Sonic muses but also, I think considering the chaotic nature of it? Midna would absolutely fit, she is basically a goddess after all!

[fstbmp-a]

@sacrilamb sent: 'why do you always wear that bell collar?', the other had asked--well, she had been explaining, but quickly realized it was probably easier to just show her why.

now, ovtsa sits with her head detached, it in her lap, despite this, she still speaks, almost casually. " is, ah... because of my sacrificing, you know? " which was something she'd mentioned before.

It was one thing to hear about it. Be something that's in the past. Something that can, perhaps even, be forgotten about with the passage of time. Yet, no, that wasn't the case. Not.. not when it's left something this permanent.

Hand clenches into a tight fist in her lap, trembling, as she bites back the anger building up inside of her. It was a useless thing to feel now. It was done and those that had done it have already paid. It didn't help. Sonic's friend was permanently marked because of it and it's.. not a great feeling, even if they hadn't even met. Nothing for the hero to do about it.

"Sorry y' had t' go through that. Glad ya got through it, even if.. y'know."

There's a pause, then all that sunshine returns in an instant as she reaches over to give a playful punch to Ovtsa's shoulder.

"But hey, at least y' know ya've got a good head on your shoulders, huh?"