#sanguineeclipse

[icathiaism]

Soulscape !

♚. far more than mere dreams

O’, he’d never had the chance to peer into what made these ‘ yokai ’, and, o’, how he’d desired to. True sight’s eye gave no pause before delving into things a mortal could not know. Like stepping through a door, new sights would greet senses and old would fade away. His lips moved slowly, speaking words that only they could just hear. ❝ Like an eternal night, lit dimly by only one single light. We see no one but you, your FORMER dancing with your SHADOW beneath a starless sky. The light is red, it hangs low, its cycle is soon to reach its peak. Your former looks tired, your shadow looks… hungry. ❞ [ Eyes left visions of human soul trapped in the draconic figure’s claws; blinking back to corporal realm which their bodies resided. ] ❝ How much has this curse taken of you? How much is there left? ❞ || @sanguine-eclipse

[coragio-archive-blog]

⌠ a brief meeting with @sanguine-eclipse​ ⌡

   — To meet a stranger in the middle of the forest was certainly --strange.

Or perhaps ‘strange’ is far too light of a word to use in this situation. The idea of meeting a person this deep into the forest as she is ; is certainly unlikely, bizzare even. Still, she can’t help but keep her attention at the mask he wears -- Intricate it was, almost mimicking real human bones and teeth -- but she shakes her head lightly to snap out of the trance she had found herself in. 

A clear of her throat and she frowns slightly before speaking,

 “-- What are you?”

[dramaanddeath-blog]

@sanguine-eclipse liked this for a starter 

“Goodness, it has been some time since I’ve seen you. Did you do something with your hair?”

[eciled-moved]

@sanguine-eclipse has an audience with a king bad wolf.

        A RENDEZVOUS; it is what the General tells her most         loyal, lips dotted with the whisper of a little fun should         he choose to grace her with his presence ( though truth         be told, the answer is always yes, as this is hardly the         first of their encounters.)

        & so, she waits. Having chosen no scene out of the ordinary -         a little grove dotted with fireflies and starlight - she can be         seen playing with the nearby stream, digits dipping in and out         of the flow with a titled head. It keeps her from thinking about         how impatient she’s getting.