#vulpaen

[p0ss3ssiv5-blog]

       “ now what could you possibly need nine tails for ? ”   OVERKILL.   he’s not heard a whole lot about this scp  -  despite his eavesdropping.   a liver lady, apparently, and while he can hardly complain about her methods he can’t help the frustration he feels knowing she’s eliminating potential hosts.   potential knowledge wasted.   WE ALL HAVE TO FEED, Y’ KNOW.   “ sweeping ? ”     /  @vulpaen  /  sc.

[stellamris]

lyric starter call. // @vulpaen      ↪ v.

❝  i  didn’t  come  for  a  fight.  ❞  there’s  a  shadow  of  a  smile  dancing  on  his  lips  as  he  closes  the  book  in  a  soft  motion,  eyes  resting  on  the  interesting  creature  for  a  too  long  second  /  he  could  be  WRONG,  of  course,  and  there’s  nothing  to  worry  about  regarding  this  one ; he’s  willing  to  take  the  risk,  however.  just  this  once.

[prodigil]

listen to you and your fancy language.

the  boat.  /  accepting.  /  @vulpaen.

SHE’S  SOME  KIND  OF  FOX.  in  the  rolodex  of  monster-business  embedded  in  sam’s  head,  he  had  pegged  her  cousin  to  kitsune,  not  quite  the  textbook  definition  he’d  learned  but  something  other  and  old,  nonetheless.  still,  she  does  not  seem  overtly  hostile,  so  he  retains  a  modicum  of  civility–not  the  type  of  hunter  to  kill  indiscriminately,  and  certainly  not  of  the  belief  that  blood  and  genetics  created  monsters.  

but  he  wasn’t  unaware.  he  felt  her  leering,  heard  the  rush  of  her  breath  fanning  hot  on  his  skin,  and  he  knew  that,  for  now,  he  could  not  lower  his  guard. sick  yellows  peer  at  him  from  the  depth  of  her  face,  and  his  stomach  tilts  in  the  cavern  of  his  frame,  twisting  cruelly.  sammy,  you’re  my  favorite.  

‘  latin  is  pretty  standard.  ‘

[predauditory-blog]

THIS WORLD’S CREATURES ARE SO DIFFERENT  to those she’d encountered in her so-called future.   those she’d feasted upon, witnessed their final heartbeats in every sense of the word.   now, she’s trapped among them, numbered like them and to a degree  -  treated equally to them.   though they are far from equal to her.   “ your eyes bleed curiosity.   I can hear them dripping. ”    /  @vulpaen  /  sc.

[p0ss3ssiv5-blog]

henlo maks. helllo you STINKY MASK. go play cuban pete ugly

[deifrma]

large  /  wide eyes follow the nine tails.  so very different from aè themselves.  but those are not things they dwell on    ––– –    everyone is different from them.  stands on spindly limbs  ,    jade skin glistening with moisture  ,    mouth agape in a large smile with large  /  smiling teeth.     ❛  friend  ?  ❜     a disjointed word  ,    one they are still learning  ,    but knows its meaning.  there is one that brushes her hair that says it sometimes  /  talks about things.  even though aè does not know what these things are.

and because aè is trying something new    ––– –    they are offering up half of the frog they have currently been  munching  on.

@vulpaen  .