#wolvensden

[archivedolon]

' so noisy... perhaps it would be best if you went home. '

    「 @wolvensden  ❤ ‘d    for a starter. 」  

[serpentide]

° • * ˚ ⁀ ➷ @wolvensden , the horror and the wild : ❝ I won’t let you turn our last night into this. ❞ ptn :)))

　𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ▬▬ when one's life is wholly barren of promises, it is easy to find refuge in the comforting thought of death. no matter how old she was, or in which place she abandoned herself to such macabre reveries, her death was always the same: it was cold, it was dark, it was yet another instance of utter and soul - crushing solitude. and mayhap, this is why his words evoked not a concerned grimace or a desperate sigh out of her, but a silver - belled laughter that instantaneously painted over any emptiness that she might have previously felt. sett was undoubtedly being much more dramatic and pessimistic than he ought to be, but there was something intimate about the prospect of spending her last moments in the company of another [  ... ] it was a grotesque kind of delight, a pleasure that could have roused the flames of only the most monstrous hearts, but the ophidian vixen had long since ceased to regard herself as humane and thus, with claws and fangs, she held tightly onto it.

a merry simper, dulcet but sharp - fanged. ❝ do you really think that we're both going to die tomorrow ? ❞ although it is in obvious jest that she speaks, there is a coarse type of curiosity intertwined with each syllable that she coats in honey: even now, her voice is feather - light and mellifluous, the song of an hypnotizing snake that no longer wishes to be alone. her claw - tipped hand finds his own, and serpent observes for a moment just how great is the difference in size ▬▬ her hands may be even bloodier than his, yet they look so petite and harmless when he is the one to intertwine their fingers together. color - less gaze now returns him again and albeit through the silent language of fluttering lashes and jester - like smiles, she beckons him to give all of himself to her. ❝ since you are already stepping into your grave with one feet, why don't you tell me how we should spend our last night ? tell me, sett, how do you wish for us to meet our end ? ❞

[lunarscaled-08152025]

-> Arenas of warriors erected over blood-soaked sands cloak them like dense camouflage; in an environment where every participant is as scarred and callous looking as them, they stand out far less than any town marketplace or hall. Swathed in that obscurity had they walked with accompaniment ---they doubt anyone had even noticed them lingering around in the crowd, let alone near him. That was fine. Lyric preferred if no one thought seconds of them in any way, including him, even when he catches their hard-lingering stare at a distance ( they keep space away from him out of timidity and respect. they are not aloof or naive enough to think some common words with him were enough to make a place for them here: like every predator's tooth, it must be earned. )

"... ..."

-> Their pause is potent beneath the clamor of the crowd. For a long second they look away; not at the fight, not at him, not even at their feet. But somewhere far in the distance to obscure their tepid shyness about futile attempts to subtly stare in any way. ( perhaps it is a dragon's instinct. every subtle whim becomes a course of action---if they see if they want to take it, but they have more restraint than that. the amusement in his expression makes them hunch over on themselves as if protecting an exposed gash in their stomach. despite that, the color and texture are both things they want to inspect up close. ) After a strung-out minute of silence they finally turn their head back to him.

"... yeah... a little bit, if it's okay..."

@wolvensden from ask.

[streetslost]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨ your ocs are so chef kisses and obviously xayah... but cat??? not me going rawr because you use hanna's fc and i love that show to pieces 🥺

okay but you're literally the only other person to acknowledge that show to me, i'm surprised like no one here has seen it !!! it was very intriguing but. yeah. when i saw esme before the show even premiered i was immediately like. i need her as cat's fc. she's probably as close as i will ever get to cat in terms of actresses, i love her, and the show was so enjoyable to screencap. for the most part. wish she hadn't been blonde for most of the second season and the third ): BUT ALL THAT ASIDE - thank you sm <333 we haven't spoken a heck of a lot but having you on the dash is just me being grabby hands because i adore you and sett sm, you're such a talented writer and wonderful person and am blessed by your presence !!!

@wolvensden

[vulpesjail]

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒,   moss beneath her bare feet,   𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵   (   it was bound to happen,   she tells herself,   when something is not used for long then it wilts,   it withers,   it becomes one with moss   )   .   It is from here,   from this crouched down position of comfort,   that she gives life to her concerns through a whisper spoken betwixt barely parted tiers   ;   it is not customary for beasts to embrace frailty,   and it becomes even less customary when it is time to unveiling it in the eyes of another .   ❝   I asked the all - mother,   𝘈𝘔 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘕𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 ?   and she,   with her many mouths,   said nothing.   ❞

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥   ,   @wolvensden​   .

[svellsonger]

he did not know better ⸻ the boy with spheres that would shine like pebbles washed by the sea had become a sacred gift, a treasured presence that came with the mirth and song: the little one came to learn of sorrows and how to become a champion and remained by his side to remind him that there was pure of spirit in his bestial form. for that reason, when sett found out that his birthday had arrived, he stormed into the capital to buy all sorts of sweets and toys. he left the capital with a bag [ that could only be compared to the one santa would carry during christmas ] brimmed to the very top, shoved onto his left shoulder as if it was made of countless plumes.

the cake was another challenge, albeit not one that he had to put much thought into it: he had requested the assistance of his mother and her colleagues [ what an expertise! ], having the cake ready before the boy was invited back into the comfort of his home. when sett arrived, everyone was ready ⸻ his mother was already pampering the boy with the most luscious food and the cake.

❝ yo, kiddo... don't eat too much or ya ain't passing through that door. ❞ there was a toothy smile setting upon his lineaments when he found himself squatting down before the boy with the bag resting on the floor next to him. ❝ i've heard today is a special day. ❞ a calloused hand was thus resting upon the top of nunu's head, ruffling the sand of his hair gently. ❝ i would not miss it even if i could... i'm glad y' here to spend your birthday with me. thank ya. ❞ it was then that his hand lowered to pinch his nose before pushing back closer to him. ❝ i've gotcha a whole bunch of things... hope you like at least one of them. i ain't too good with this stuff, y' know. ❞ an apologetic wink was given before he finalized his speech. ❝ happy birthday, champion. may many more years come... and i hope to be part of all of them. ❞

“     SETT     !     ”     excitement  propels  notai  child  forward  from  where  he  stands,     all  but  throwing  his  little  body  into  strong  arms.     it  has  been  long  since  his  name  day  was  properly  celebrated,     for  the  boy  never  could  distract  himself  from  mourning  his  mother’s  presence  there.     it  is  not  a  proper  name  day  without  her  embrace,     her  kisses  to  his  nose  and  forehead,     her  beautiful  voice.     

still,     found  family  had  ensured  this  day  would  be  one  to  remember.     a  small  toy  purchased  and  cookies  eaten  in  the  neighboring  village  as  a  ruse,     at  first,     then  a  SURPRISE  once  he  had  returned  to  the  warmth  of  the  home.     cake,     a  huge  feast  fit  for  a  number  of  hungry  mouths,     a  number  of  presents  yet  unopened.     boy’s  grin  had  been  large,     but  perhaps  the  hope  with  which  he  stared  at  the  door  should  have  tipped  their  company  off  on  who  he  was  missing.

smears  of  cake  icing  have  somehow  found  their  way  onto  round  cheeks,     half  -  eaten  slice  and  unfinished  bounty  of  foodstuffs  lying  abandoned  upon  a  plate.     but  boy  pays  it  no  mind,     instead  wholly  fixated  upon  the  NEWEST  presence  in  the  room.     head  bobs  up  and  down,     earnest  in  response.     “     uh  huh     !     it’s  my  name  day     !     ”     once  barely  -  combed  hair  is  displaced,     sticking  every  which  way  with  the  man’s  touch.     nunu  giggles  at  this,     hands  rising  to  bat  at  sett’s  own  playfully,     contesting  dominion  over  the  space.

nose  scrunches  when  it  is  pinched,     but  huff  is  quieted  when  he  finally  notices  the  massive  haul  of  gifts  in  front  of  him.     and  these  are  ALL  for  him     ?     the  surprises  never  end     !     eyes  widen  in  disbelief,     though  notai  child  pauses  in  astonished  expression  to  instead  grin  wide  and  toothy.

“     thank  you     !     i’m     [     ...     ]     i’m  really,     really  happy  that  i  get  to  spend  my  name  day  with  you,     a  -  and  everybody  else.     ”     he  ducks  his  head  now,     pushing  his  face  into  the  crook  of  sett’s  neck  to  hide  the  wetness  of  his  eyes.     champions  don’t  cry     ...     okay,     maybe  they  do,     just  a  little.     at  the  very  least,     this  one  does.

[chemxkill]

@wolvensden​​

◈ ◈ ◈ ― “ So you’re the one they call the Beast-Bastard... ”

Snake yes carefully regard the infamous ringleader with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. Should he even enter a transaction with this guy? He looks like a circus act. Finn’s business ran deep, even reaching far to the east continent. To have someone on-ground would be beneficial for his clan and his entire operation. He’s heard so much about the man from the deep seedy criminal underworld of pit-fighting, but he has yet to have the pleasure to sit and watch through a spectacle.

Let’s see what this guy is made of.

“ Give us a good show out there. ” The gangleader smiles, patting a firm muscled arm in good jest, “ I paid good money to see you fight. Don’t let me down. ”

[lovendrins]

𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍,   𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.        It is with the unique and selfish purpose of maintaining her devil-kissed tiers curled into a malicious simper,   that the safety of another has to be sacrificed        ⸻        ISN’T IT JUST FAIR,   after all,   to butcher worthless stones in pursuance of preserving the beauty of diamonds   ?

And thus the tengu princess remains in   [   IMPATIENT   ]   waiting,   comfortably perched ‘pon the tallest branch of a millenary tree.        Obsidian wings become a blanket,   loosely embrace her curvaceous physique and attempt at soothing the tempestuous ripples across the sea of a soul that is neither benevolent nor prone to harboring warm feelings in the endless pit encased by not so frail ribs.        But before her minuscule impatience could be wholly consumed by her   LUSTS,   the sudden rustling of leaves beneath boisterously announces the arrival of the one that she had been waiting for   ;   lush tiers mold themselves into an entirely pleased simper and with hastened agility,   Nyotengu abandons the comfort of her former wooden seat in order to languidly glide right behind him.

A HUM THUNDERS ACROSS HER BREASTBONE,   accompanied by a coquettish titter and by the elegant flapping of feathery appendages.        ❝   Tell me,   darling,   what would happen if you were the one to lamentably trip and fall   ?   ❞        A brave step forward,   her vocalization results slow and carefully planned to the ear,   for each syllable is purposely rolled onto the edge of her tongue to drench it in honey and nectar.        ❝   Would I get to   EAT   you   ?   ❞

@wolvensden​ .