#slewhund

[pantaloane]

pov: you're dating two grown men with dog software for brains, and you're more attached to felines.

[reallyrandomtj]

I apologize to Ashveil ( @slewhund ) for the ABSOLUTE MENACE that Rappa, the Dazzling Ninja, is going to be. ( When I get back on my computer ) and what is that you may be asking?

If at first, the gentle method, fails... choose absolute 'violence' in the manner of an AIR HORN ringtone on her phone that she will play while by the detectives side. Please lower your volume before opening the link!

[sigrika]

My muse is being hit on by someone they aren't interested in and are visibly uncomfortable. Send, "there you are, darling" for your muse to come and wrap their arm around mine's waist to guide them away. | accepting.

@slewhund asked:

⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * ❛ there you are, darling . I've been looking everywhere for you . ❜ a hand sliding along her upper back, metal prosthesis curls gently to cup one shoulder ; gently tugging opposite to his firm, safe chest . they've never met —— she hasn't even seen her savior's face yet, but his velvet voice is kind : it's convincing . yet the air feels both heavy & thin, like a quivering & overdrawn bowstring, all aimed at the offending party with it's deadly arrow .

⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ we must have gotten separated . i was so worried . ❜

In   hindsight   it   was   probably   unwise   to   have   wondered   off   on   her   own,   but   Sigrika's   strong   desire   to   prove   herself   as   a   reliable   solsworn   had   clouded   her   judgement.   Now   she   was   paying   for   it.   A   stranger   approached   with   eyes   that   seemed   more   like   a   wolf's   than   a   man's.   She   wasn't   a   drinker,   but   even   she   could   detect   the   scent   of   alcohol   on   his   breath.   He   slurred   compliments   that   only   came   off   as   unsettling   even   when   the   roya   stepped   back,   he   pursued.   "I-I'm   very   sorry   but   -   um....   I   need   to   be   some-"   words   trailed   off   her   tongue   as   she   was   abruptly   yet   gently   pulled   into   another's   arms.

His   voice   as   it   meet   her   ears   was   unfamiliar   and   for   a   brief   moment   she   thought   he   was   with   the   drunken   man   but   what   he   said   contradicted   that   presumption.   He   talked   as   if   they   were   very   close,   intimately   so   -   that's   when   his   intentions   became   clear.

"Ahh,   there   you   are..."   she   mumbled,   emerald   gaze   meeting   his.   "I   got   a   little   lost   but   I'm   so   glad   you've   found   me"   their   onlooker   seemed   to   have   taken   the   hint,   with   an   agitated   click   of   his   tongue   -   he   turned   on   his   heel,   staggering   off   to   likely   cause   trouble   elsewhere.

Once   it   was   certain   Sigrika   was   no   longer   in   trouble,   she   gently   removed   herself   from   the   man,   a   grateful   smile   curving   pon   her   rosette   lips.

"Thank   you,   that   was   incredibly   kind.   I...   I   didn't   know   what   I   was   going   to   do...."

[rosewiltd]

spicy starter for @slewhund .

the tension in her belly tightens like a violin string, threatening to snap under the pressure. it's a frustrating feeling, to be so wound up when he hasn't truly done anything yet. whether he means to tease her or not, it's merely a testament to how much she desires him. her senses are addled with nothing but ashveil. the allure of him as intoxicating as a drug. she wants more. of him. of this. of them. the lacing of her corset is becoming terribly uncomfortable beneath her clothes in the wake of her burgeoning arousal. and so, tentatively and with care, she guides his hands to her waist and the buttons at her back. her eyes flutter, dark browns fixating on his face in the dark. a silent plea.

[reallyrandomtj]

Moved to thread from HERE: @slewhund

The best that Ashveil had given to Rappa was an 'alert' response before falling back into sleep. A soft huff escaped the pink haired Galaxy Ranger, arms folded, it seems being gentle won't work in this case the Solostar Wolfshade had fallen victim to deep slumber! The temptation to free him in an abrupt loud manner was strong but that felt too cruel- it would be saved for an absolute LAST RESORT - instead, Rappa lifted up what looked like a can of spray paint... she would smirk at her own brilliant idea!

"You leave the Dazzling Ninja very few options, Solostar Wolfshade ~ If at first you don't succeed? Improvise an alternative method!"

It was aimed and fired at Ashveil's prosthetic arm. The goal? Perhaps PRETENDING to spray paint the detectives prosthetic arm from a can would break Solostar Wolfshade out of his stubborn prison of deep slumber without having a heart attack from a loud noise. What was really happening? The sneaky Dazzling Ninja was spraying out air, not paint, but how would the wolf know it was just air if his eyes remained closed? This way nothing would be damaged or cost anything to remove should Rappa resort to using paint to wake her leader.

[rosewiltd]

⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * her soft weight atop his lap, her back to his chest . the floral scent his keen nose feels enveloped in ; like burying his face in a ethereal bouquet & breathing in deeply . Ashveil couldn't express how happy it made him that Corinne trusted him so, how she seemed intent to not only be courted, but to pursue him as well . it was a unique feeling, even for something as old & dark as him . wolfen & instinctual, Ashveil nuzzles his head into her soft locks & breathes in her scent deep into his lungs like air . it prompts his lips to seek warm skin, pressing curiously, bordering hunger, along the bone - curve of Corinne's jaw . never voracious, nor demanding . he never treated her as anything but precious . cool metal nips at her warm neck as prosthetic digits sweep brunette from her shoulders, exposing the nape only to kiss each notch of vertebrae beneath the hairline . his hands treat her hair with adamant care ; gathering it in his hands to make more space to kiss the back of her neck more & more .

( unprompted / always accepting !! )

the cool metal of his prosthetic draws a shiver up her spine. there is something tangibly dangerous about ashveil, and yet corinne has found no reason not to trust him wholeheartedly. fearsome and wolf-like he may be in the face of others, but to corinne, he is nothing but a gentleman. adoring affection gives way to something soft and dreamy. when she thinks of ashveil, she doesn't linger on thoughts of death or ghostly apparitions. no, ashveil is the guard dog at her heels. the dark knight at her shoulder. the hand on the small of her back, guiding and protecting. how could she ever be afraid of him? does he know that when she trembles, it is not from fear, but anticipation?

she sighs, content in his embrace, and having never felt safer. when he presses kisses to her jaw, corinne all too easily acquiesces and tilts her face as though to encourage his chosen path. only as he reaches the space where her skin ends and the buttoned neckline of her dress begins does she turn. shifting carefully, corinne swings her legs to the side so that she may face him halfway. like this, she can see the pale, silver moonlight of his eyes.

❝ ashveil ... ❞ his name is spoken so softly, with such reverence. her own fingers trail, search, seek. index finger drawing the shape of his mouth. corinne leans in and sweetly kisses him.

[rosewiltd]

dyanamic moodboard , corinne & ashveil . for @slewhund

[rosewiltd]

⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * ❛ * take my arm . ❜ his tone is low & terse, like he was trying to hide it . there were eyes on her, belonging to people whose scent made the midnight locks at his back bristle like raised hackles . he couldn't stand idly by & let something happen to her .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ it's okay . i'll be out of your hair once we get to the city limits . do you trust me ? ❜

( prompts for lavish balls / accepting !! )

her first initial reaction is to say no, she doesn't trust him; but that would mean ignoring the knot of anxiety that had cropped up nearly two blocks ago. maybe she'd been reading too deeply into her gothic literature novels lately — ones about foggy moors, dark strangers, and heroines who go insane in the name of love. she'd be right to doubt his integrity, considering she does not know him and his very appearance doesn't exactly bode something warm and welcoming. but corinne's never been one to judge a book by its cover. or, at least, she does her best not to.

she takes his words as a cautionary warning, but his interjection is not entirely the reason she complies. something had felt off. a dreadful sense of foreboding that she hadn't been able to shake. whatever ill intent lingers nearby, it does not come from him. and so, with a silent nod she slips her fingers around his arm and steps a tad closer. not quite close enough to encroach on his space too profoundly, but enough to send a message to anyone looking that they are familiar with one another — even if they aren't.

corinne keeps her face forward, though she does glance at him out of her peripheral. her voice is a quiet murmur when she asks: ❝ you sensed it too, then? ❞