#shadeofthescarletwolves

[draconic-interactions]

Plotting Meme + @shadeofthescarletwolves

Cerridwyn didn’t know where the request had come from, or even, really, who she was supposed to be meeting. But if it was harmless, there was no harm in accepting, and if it were an attack, well, better to be stabbed in the front than in the back. And so it was that at 1:15 pm on the 15th day of the Month of Nets, she stood on the balcony of a private room at the Caulkenney Flower Inn, leaning on the railing as she waited for the mysterious note-sender.

She was, of course, armed to the teeth, with her wristbow in place under her cuff, sword at her hip, and various daggers in hidden sheaths across her body. She hummed a light tune as she flipped one of her smaller knives through her fingers, matching the tune of the street performer below and trying to ignore the buzz of the Wall of Light down the road.

[kitthedruid]

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.”

Kit froze at the voice behind him, fire igniting in his palms and curling around his fingers as he spun to see the source of the voice. He held one flaming hand between them, a warning more than a threat, "Then which are you?" he demanded. Surely the bright greens and golds would mark him a druid, even without the mark that clasped his cloak in place, carved with leaves and vines, in the shape of a crook. Surely she would know that he was not from here. Kit hoped he would not have to fight. He was beginning to be tired of running.

[intheshadowsofthenight]

Something’s Changed//MonsterAU

closed rp with @shadeofthescarletwolves

Created from x

Screams... so many screams. He couldn't breath. They were so loud. His hands were wet with blood, was it his. He could see his sisters face. She was crying so hard her face was puffy and her eyes were red. His father was pulling her away. He'd never seen his father cry. He was fading, his world going dark. Then he felt something, a pain in his arm. Then there was more screaming, different this time. It wasn’t anyone he knew. He heard growls and barks. Then he felt air flow into his lungs again.

Jason sat up with a gasp. He felt like he couldn’t gulp in enough air. He grimaced as he felt his chest tighten. His head was spinning and he could feel the beads of sweat that had formed on it. This was the third time he’d woken up like this and each time it was in a new place. He was trying to make his way home, but every time he went to sleep he’d awaken from nightmares in someplace entirely foreign to him. This time it was what looked to be an abandoned warehouse of some kind. He was laying on the stone cold ground and his coat sleeve was tinted with blood on the edge of it. He looked down at his stomach, where the wound he’d had only a few days prior was located. It had been so dire then but was now healed, but it was still raw.

He knew he wasn’t right. That something had changed with him. People don’t just wake up after dying. He knew that. He grew up immersed in the supernatural, but his head was so fuzzy. He couldn’t think straight and all he wanted to do was go home, hug his mom and sister and get back to the life he knew. Convince himself he was okay.

He sighed and rubbed his head. He heard something. Footsteps? He looked up but his body protested in moving just yet. Sleeping hard on the floor had made him very soar. “Who’s there?” He asked, trying to sound more intimidating.

[protectxthem]

@shadeofthescarletwolves​ asked: [ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort - for peter

the  intimacy  of  hands. | Accepting

Peter smiles when he feels her hand run up his shoulder and then play with his hair. He leans into the touch, sighing softly. “That feels good.”

[chaoticbynature-archived]

“I want more!”

@shadeofthescarletwolves​

Thev wolf was knocked on his belly as the other wolf advanced. This was more than playfighting, and Ethan liked it. “What do you want?” he growled, looking up into Shade’s maw.

[sanguinesinners]

'You're such a tease' Shade to Roman - shadeofthescarletwolves

"What were you expecting?...You gonna stand there and gawk as if you're some innocent little virgin"

Roman stifled a small laugh through his comment, shoving large hands into his pockets as he prowled further towards the other whom entered his office - Wide predatory greens scanning them as if they were his first meal of the day.

"You know why you're here. And it isn't the first time I’ve encounter this shit, so just spit it out and tell me what the fuck you want. I have a busy schedule..."

@shadeofthescarletwolves / @shadowsandmoonlight

[draconic-interactions]

Seeking Peace

@shadeofthescarletwolves

“Sequel” thread to Assassination Attempt.

It had been nearly a year since Lord Rydderch’s death, and Cerridwyn just couldn’t seem to find peace. She had tried settling in Karnaca, as she’d told Shade she would, selling small glass sculptures, but it had been too quiet. Too much time to think. So she’d moved on, tried adventuring in Pandyssia, meeting new people, searching for exciting ruins, but learning about the great continent across the sea had always been Rhys’s dream, and everything she found just reminded her that he wasn’t there to see it.

Eventually, she gave up trying to find peace or adventure, and settled for work instead. She had always been a solitary mercenary, never working for an agency, but, from what little she knew of Shade, she seemed to be part of an organization. So she went searching across the isles, discreetly displaying the pendant Shade had given her, until she finally received word to visit Tamarak, and search for her there. 

And so it was that exactly a year after their first meeting, on the anniversary of her revenge, she found herself in almost the same position she’d been in before, on a balcony in an inn, eyeing the streets below her.

[protectxthem]

@shadeofthescarletwolves​ asked: ‘🛏️’ (Shade to Peter)

send ‘🛏️’ to find my muse sleeping on your muse’s bed. if you can’t see the symbol send ‘bed emoji’. | Accepting

Peter steps out of the shower after walking Michael and Cooper to the door after their movie night. Cooper was the only human who seemed to like Peter. Peter wraps a towel around his waist and walks toward his bedroom. He smiles when he sees Shade asleep in his bed. He dries himself off, dropping his towel on the floor before sliding on a pair of boxers and shorts. He slides into bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he snuggled close to her.