#wolfdivined

[soulrendr]

Derping around with new brushes, used @wolfdivined’s lovely muse as my subject.

[fulgurantfirstborn]

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this is why youre a traitor

"I am shaking my head, do you see Do You See?"

[sinnhelmingr]

❛ i will keep you, & i will keep you warm. ❜ // @wolfdivined​

“Afraid of a little cold, Wolf Knight?”

These surface-dwellers have such strange ways of citing their affections.​ They speak of warmth, and of safety, and of high walls bleached white as bone under the eternal sun. It’s a fine way to speak one’s love, if a little blunted against the teeth. She’s sure it makes a fine life, too, the kind a princess or a handmaiden might throw themselves into with only the barest restraint to preserve their modesty.

Hel extends her hand instead, a smile curling against the horrific side of her face. Her green eyes glow in the dimming lights, the winter winds blowing clouds into the moon’s path. There’s an earnestness threading through her strangeness, the same one that twines around her offer.

Her affections will wither on the hearth, ill at ease with keeping and a tended flame in an appointed room.

“I doubted your ability to fear at all.”

There’s all mischief in her voice, curling into the air as she breathes. What blooms in her chest for him needs a little midnight light, the wind whipping around her hair as she rides. “The Lower Wards are too cold for trouble. We’ll find stout drinks, some bard from beyond the walls, and a dark alley now that everyone’s indoors for the night.”

Conspiratorial, she moves closer to him. “Then you can keep me, and we’ll keep each other warm -- Provided it doesn’t turn into an icicle when we start.”

[sinnhelmingr]

Victory was within reach, only a short stretch away. With a moment’s rise and fall, a steady dip, she could be done with the momentary pursuit and back to the larger work at hand. Sif proved a remarkably gracious assistant, stock still against the wall as Hel carried on with her work, tracing around her ears, her skull, down to her snout. Almost, almost -- until Sif shifted, knocking the chalk from Hel’s hand as she hissed. So close, and now so far, the ambassador sighed, turning to the doorway with a lowering of her shoulders.

“Artorias. Wonderful of you to join us.”  She knew before she saw him. Who else could persuade Sif to abandon their artistic work so completely? Now, she was left only with the empty and unfinished outline of a wolf gone trotting to her master’s side.

@wolfdivined​ liked for a PROMPTED starter.

[legendaiire]

questioning minds :: @wolfdivined​ :  ❛  you  don’t  trust  me ?  ❜

     “THOUGH I UNDERSTAND it may be difficult to accept, it’s less a matter of trust, and more...”

     THERE WAS NO feasible way for Sparda to explain himself—he knew that, on paper, he’d had next to no reason to deny the starry-eyed demon a position within the Vigil. His swordsmanship was leagues above the majority of his compatriots, and his willingness, eagerness to learn would make him a malleable student, one that Sparda knew he would have little issue breaking down, reforming into the perfect warrior.

     HOW WAS HE to explain to anyone, especially the boy himself, his hesitation to admit him thus?

     SPARDA LET HIS hand fall from the hilt of his weapon, tucked in its sheath at his side for liturgical purposes. Most of his other prospective recruits had long since filtered from the room, disappointed no doubt at the meager amount of candidates he’d chosen to admit after such a rigorous and drawn-out bout of examinations. The general suppressed a sigh, even took a moment to adjust himself, kneeling before the lesser demon as a father would their child.

     “DO NOT TAKE it to heart,” Sparda warned, firm, but quietly. “I understand clearly: you wish to serve, and the intensity of your passion is clear to all who have witnessed, not only myself. I cannot elaborate, not for now, and I understand that this may be confusing, perhaps disappointing. But this need not be the end of your journey, young one, into becoming a demon of value. Fighting, dying, is not the sole way to prove your worth... not in the world that ours is quickly becoming.”

[fractempyreal]

@wolfdivined​ whispered: [shuffles papers at desk] queue to talk to vergil starts here

𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘  &  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 ,        he gazes at the demon rather critically ,   carefully assessing just WHAT it was that the demon was trying to achieve .   It’s peculiar ,   to say the least ,   that a demon would be so dutiful in his self-proclaimed duties in assisting the Devil .   A low hum stirs in his chest ,   head craning ever the slightest bit .                          ❛    . . .   Are you to be my personal secretary now ?    ❜

[sinnhelmingr]

"My. Didst thou earn the hands of our royal tailors for this event? Thy dress, 'tis not what I expect to see from the Catacombs." // @wolfdivined​

It’s different, laughing in stays. There’s a crackling against her ribs, the stiff inner lining seeming to chuckle with her. Still, she holds herself statuesque, her posture perfected in such a bodice. Her silk-clad hands brush over the layers of her skirt, adding something resembling volume to her slender form. The thought catches her wrong. Volume? Is that the word for it? Her attendants had said something about it adding something to her look.

It doesn’t matter. She braces a hand against her sternum, where there is a coquettish flash of pearly skin. She’s naked from the neck to the very top of her chest, and it’s almost a scandal. Almost. She will never be the bountiful beauty of her peers, so the gown is almost chaste despite its attempts to emphasize her chest. 

“I am not certain whether that is praise or condemnation, Sir,” she admits. “But you must take it up with Princess Gwynevere’s staff. She has done me the honor of letting her retinue dress and attend me long before the fete started.” Conspiratorial, she casts a glance around their surroundings, all the gleaming light and white walls lined with flowers.

“I had not imagined there was this much black fabric in all of the city. There is little doubt in my mind that I shall cause a deficit before I return to my Mother.” She looks back to Artorias, green eyes alight. “Is it worth it, Artorias? Does it suit me?”

[sunbentsky-archived]

Came for the hot dad, stayed for the stolen daughter

FOLLOWED YOU FOR ______, STAYED BECAUSE ______.

Everyone comes for the hot dad 😌