#vendettacanons

[rathalascendant-a]

        SHE’S CHEWING THOUGHTFULLY at the edge of the pencil in her hand, her gaze flickering between the pearly beast resting at the edge of camp and the notebook in her hands. On a fresh canvas, MARI is taking notes, observing their new companion from a comfortable distance. The aroma of fish cooking over a fire is wafting through the air, telling that dinner at their campsite might soon be ready. In the meantime, the rider has busied herself with studying the LIGHT FURY’S lithe figure. Being a beast that she has never seen nor heard of before, classifying it was an absolute pain.

          Small, but build like an elder dragon. Capable of firepower, but strangely aquatic in design. Sturdy and durable, yet seemingly fragile. Mari didn’t know very much about aerodynamics, but she guessed from the size and shape of her wings, that the creature was built for speed and sharp turns. The fins at the base of the tail and the fluke suggested an agile frame.

           What she knew thus far, she wrote down in bold and put everything else with question marks at the end. Until the female’s wing healed, Mari wouldn’t really know how good of a flier she was. ‘ Scales are white. Finite, almost shimmery. Long, flat dorsal fin. Possesses nubs on head, probably function like ears. What do I call her?? ’

          NAME. NAME, she hadn’t come up with a name yet. Mari had wondered if she even should — this creature was wild after all, and there was no telling if or when she would eventually return to her feral life. Mari didn’t want to get too attached if she could help it . . . but, they also couldn’t just stick around with calling her ‘thing’ or ‘beast.’  With a huff, Mari plants her head in her free hand and taps the notebook with the pencil end. “ You are a real mystery to me, you know that? ” // @vendettacanons​ - light fury

[ruinouss-archived]

@vendettacanons​ said: “Sorry to bother you, miss.” The sharply dressed man that had knocked at Faye’s door pulls his hat off of his head and places it over his. “We don’t mean to intrude but… well… we’re from the coroner’s office, and… we’re looking for one Bruno Michael Chavez. A body came in recently and based on DNA testing, that is… We’d like to ask him to come in and, potentially, identify our Jane Doe. If he can?”

Having not heard any of the conversation, Mike steps out of the kitchen with their two fresh plates of hot lunch and takes a few step towards Faye. He pauses for a moment, the beaming grin on his face dropping a fraction at the grim expressions directed at him. “What’s up, princessa? Why the long face all the sudden? And…” he tilts his head, squinting to the man at the door. “Who’s he?” 

     Eyes instinctively narrowed as she opened the door to see the sharply dressed man. It was odd for anyone but a lost traveler or delivery person to come out this far. She made it difficult for a reason. Her body instantly stiffened as Mike’s full name was spoken. Her heart raced, realizing who the Jane Doe might actually be. A tightness formed in her chest as she quickly tried to decide what to say or do. While there was always a possibility for a trap to capture them this was far too personal and she wasn’t certain how many people knew Mike’s true name or that he wasn’t exactly in touch with his family. Her mouth opened when she heard his footsteps. 

     Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the same suspicious look she’d first given the man. It felt as if her throat was beginning to swell and if she didn’t speak soon she knew she’d be unable to. Another glance to the man before she opened the door a bit wider while she turned to face her boyfriend full on. It was with a heavy heart she finally decided to tell him the truth. 

         “It’s a man from the...coroner’s office,” her mouth went dry as she struggled to find the right words and the right way to speak. “He...he asked for you to come identify a body.” This part was going to be the hardest. Identifying a body was one thing but possibly having to identify someone you’d be hoping to see again one day was absolutely the worse thing and she hated that she was the one to relay it to him. No, that wasn’t quite true. It might’ve been better to come from her, someone he trusted, than from a stranger. “It’s a Jane doe. They did a DNA test and your name came up.” her voice faded as she looked to Mike, eyes full of sorrow for having to deliver cruel news.

[ladiesandwitches]

@vendettacanons​

Waking up from the ritual, Ming had felt nervous, knowing that it would be obvious to everyone that she hadn’t crossed through the mirror in time. Perhaps she should have waited to say everything she did to Mei-Mei, bound the panda’s spirit first before speaking with her daughter, but it had been so important to tell her those things, to make sure she knew how proud she was of her, how she saw her. 

She had felt the eyes on her-- her Mother she was surprised to see had only concern, but everyone else? Judgement, distaste, perhaps even fear. Her panda wasn’t exactly...non-destructive. A second later her cousins and aunts had begun with their questions and demands. What? How did you not go through? You’re gonna break something! It’s six months till the next red moon! She’s not gonna last that long. She thought her Mother was going to cut through the noise as she always did, but instead...it had been her Mei-Mei. Cutting them off, defending her. Ming didn’t realise she was holding her hand until she subconsciously squeezed it. 

Feeling overwhelmed by not only her daughter’s strength, her confidence and certainty, but also her love, that after everything that had happened, she’d still defend her and stand by her, Ming tried to keep the panda in, knowing that feeling that emotion too much would let it out. And aside from everything, she didn’t want to see her cousin Lily looking superior about it.

With a poof she felt the ears pop out on her head. “No,” She protested, even before her family pointed them out, “I can-- I can control it” For six months, she could...she’d learn to manage it. She would. She could do this. “I’ll make them go away” She assured, turning away to tug on her panda ears, trying to make them disappear. She only realised Mei had followed her when she felt the lovingly familiar hand on her arm. She sighed, stopping in her tugging for a moment, leaving the ears for now.

“After destroying your concert, and making you feel--” She paused, stopping herself, knowing it would make the panda worse, “Hearing you be so brave, standing up for me?” Ming put a hand to her heart, her eyes filled with emotion, “You are an amazing person, Mei-Mei. I’m sorry I didn’t let you embrace that sooner”

[pescastories]

◜♥ @VENDETTACANONS // STARTER◝

Honestly Emelia doesn’t know how she survived this long within the village, especially now when half the villagers within it were dead or became this monstrous Lycans. Was that were they were referred to by the Lords? She’d rather call them, ‘disgusting hairy creatures of the Devil’. While she wasn’t exactly opposed to them she did not like being near them or around them, especially when they ravaged and clawed there way through the bodies of villagers. Thankfully she had little to seem to worry about because after the Cadou had been implanted in her it seemed like they avoided her to a degree but a few times she was close to being clawed apart at the same time by those beasts.

Seeing as she had no where to entirely go she had bunkered down in one of the homes, of course after getting rid of the dead bodies so they didn’t stink up the place more then she wanted. Honestly she wasn’t sure how long it was before she heard someone else, steps that did not sound like it came from those beasts but something else entirely. Inhaling and exhaling she gets up, legs tingly from the position she was in and stumbled at first before getting her footing to go to the front door and slowly push it open, peering around but not yet seeing someone but she still heard movement. 

Being brave or as brave as she could she slowly went outside and quietly made her way through and between houses and when she came to a clearing her heart stopped at the sight of the person there or.. creature she supposed, and her eyes went wide in shock.

“Who.. or what are you?”

[wolfvirago-m]

@vendettacanons​ - the oni - plotted starter

On this day, the Fox’s Wedding  Would you hand me the umbrella?  Quickly knit them one by one  My feelings together  Up ahead, I see Death’s gate  Standing by a corpse guards  Open up? Open up?  Lady Fox, O’ Lady Fox  No need for an umbrella  Shall we seek the road to the Love you lost sight of?

She could scarcely remember what had led her to be here. Just that she had been lonely, surrounded by animals and yokai, spirits who didn’t speak her language and refused to try. The forest was both her paradise and a prison. 

Now the wolf had found herself in a new prison. The forest had opened up like a maw, some awful, horrible dark miasma tearing through the opened space like sickness does a gullet. It had consumed the wolf, regardless of the sunlight that was in her blood.

The soft lights of the kitsune no yomeri followed her path, her endless run through the Fog, searching for a way out. What had once been home was now the procession, the gate leading to Hell, Robin was sure. It went on forever.

Her mother had told her about the tricks yokai played. The most powerful of them could easily create labyrinths to lose ones-self in. Perhaps if she searched for signs of gods, she could find her way out. As such, the wolf found torii gates in the mist, gates meant to signal a branch between physical and spiritual worlds. She flew through them as fast as light, sprinting, following the path.

It was only after she stopped to take a breath that the girl noticed she wasn’t alone.

[fledermoved]

@vendettacanons​ (Mei and Snoop!)

—–🐾🐾🐾—–

“Mummaaaa! Mumma......? Mum!”

The pup cried out, looking around her with confusion and fear. She’d wandered too far again, and this time it was starting to get dark. She was afraid. She was terribly lost.

“Mumma!” She yipped pitifully once more, paws drawn close to herself and her tail between her legs.

—–🐾🐾🐾—–

[adventuriem]

@vendettacanons​. rush ;

         they were almost there. hope county, montana. a good place to expand their operations and the group’s foothold to the east, especially if what carmina said about prosperity was true. however, it was never as easy as just getting there and starting to work. they wanted the ground, carmina’s people wanted something else. protection.

        the young girl was busy talking to the others on the train, telling them her story. jane approached thomas slowly as to not distract anyone and gestured with her head, signaling him to follow her to another car. she wanted to talk. once they had more privacy, she sighed and crossed her arms to her chest.

        ❝ sorry. i know, i know --- we’ve talked about this, but i’m still worried. are you sure we have the firepower to deal with these... these twins? they don’t sound like any of the other criminal groups we’ve encountered, thomas. ❞ mickey and lou, was it? from what little information carmina had provided, they sounded cruel beyond any words. 

        ❝ i know you have faith in me and i’ll do my best to get the job done, i always do, but... maybe we should think about a plan b. something for... for if something goes wrong. ❞

[unrclypirxte]

Cyberpunk 2077 Starters! - ACCEPTING

@vendettacanons said: ❝ If planting bombs is not enough, what do you do? You become the bomb. ❞ - to Beth, from Johnny ❤️

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It seemed strange that of all the people to be explaining it to, Johnny picked her; already well established in the ' unhinged, unruly, and unsatisfied ' ( courtesy of The Hardrock Wire, 2004 ) categories, even moreso when it came to corporate intrusion and presence. As if they weren't currently battling for the title of the most anti-corpo rocker currently breathing.

It was amusing in a way. Flattering in another.

She allowed him to ramble his cute stupid little heart out as she dressed down from that night's escapades. Her hair was let down, jacket carelessly tossed aside, and red vest untucked before she excitedly dug into the mountain of drugs waiting for her in the changing room. Quitting could start next week instead.

He fell silent, finally. Beth let it hang while she rolled her shoulder ( a mental reminder to tell Carlos to NOT smash her out of the way with the head of his fucking guitar ) and examined her slightly running makeup — funny. She didn't remember crying.

"And what makes you think that YOU'RE the bomb, Johnny? Really, mate. I want to know your thought process with that one. ENLIGHTEN me like the masses," mocking.

As usual, she kept up that ' we have a rivalry ' tone when speaking to him. But still, by now, it was moreso out of respect. Respect she'd never say, and she'd rather fight Johnny before touching that subject. But, hey, it was playful banter in her eyes. Maybe with a spark of sincerity somewhere.

Please argue, you oppositely chromed fucker.