#thequ1ckness

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"And your name sounds awesome!"

Her freckled cheeks blushed a little for the compliment, then nodded eagerly as she brought him up the hill where her uncle waited.

"By Avarosa. This young man must come from another land, welcome to the Freljord, the Vastaya like my niece are seen as blessed creatures." He gave him a smile as he gestured both of them to follow. Artica on the other hand inspected him

"You're a bit of a bird, and... Fox? Or cat? I don't know, but wow. What a beautiful combination of species! I'm an Isøll, mostly a moth, but my wings are a little bat like"

Suddenly two fluffy antennae popped from under her curls as she gave a cheeky smile and giggled in excitement. Once into the village, some people gasped in awe and told children to be polite because he was a sacred caretaker of magic, they got also greeted by a slightly stout woman which gave Artica a big kiss on her cheeks

"Rakan, this is Arianna, my human aunt"

Their house was a simple farmer house, but cozy and warm, and there was a plate of warm soup for the guest

[the-violent-raven-blog]

“i’m a hopeless wanderer”

@thequ1ckness

“Well I can’t argue with that.” She responds with a playful smile, “Though I wouldn’t exactly call you ‘hopeless’.“

[featherfront]

I wish I was only as cruel as the first time I noticed I was cruel.

        “Why?”

       Cradled by Rakan’s wing and soaking up warmth from feather and skin alike, Xayah idly inspects her nails. With the glow that the two of them give off, a slight aura in the darkness of the forest, she turns her hand over and back, over and back, inspecting. Is one of them about to chip?    

          Flippantly: “I like you better this way.”

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[icebornn]

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    Lissandra wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she is a fan of smaller fluffy animals. In her own reclusive and dignified way. Poro’s, white rabbits, arctic foxes, and huskies are all animals she wants to live when she freezes the world over just to pet their fur and have them all to herself.

[featherfront]

“ you walk like you’re trying to hold the sky up with your palms. ”

     his words trail behind her like comets -- sure and unwavering.

     she pauses, turns her head. though she doesn’t turn completely, she can see him from her peripheral. he watches her with something warm (something golden, like him), something solemn -- and isn’t it just like him, to be able to undo her with a single look?

      it can be too much sometimes, and it’s too much now. 

      so she turns away. her violet feathers cut a thin line across the barren ground. something thick makes itself a home in her throat, at that look and at what lay ahead both: dead trees, and dead magic, and every living being to blame. 

      she exhales. feels her eyes narrow into a cold determination. 

      "i have to,” is all she says, final. 

      i have to -- because nobody else will. 

      she sets her shoulders back. starts walking. and so it goes.

POETRY STARTERS. @thequ1ckness​