#womansunshine

[lullabyed-a]

                     her melody is carried by the howl of wind, sleet like daggers against bared skin of face. the entity is 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 & 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. she does not care what harm befalls those who serve her, no more than a pawn within the rot of the realm. the sharp crack of a twig snaps her attention back, away from biting cold. her axe is heavy in gloved palm, digits tighten grip as hunter’s gaze sharpens, jaw shifts 𝚊 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜. this hatred calms when she sees a flash of auburn, the orange a harsh contrast against blinding white.  𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍.  anya has seen her before, she has seen many of them. has scarified them so easily, but there is hesitation now . . . song comes to a halt, it is abrupt, the silence deafening. 

                    ❝ 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ? ❞    the bear asks, her voice is hoarse, tone harsh as the question leaves chapped lips.

*    ⟢  @womansunshine​  ︱ 🪓 ! 

[nxctividus]

@womansunshine​ said: aw darlin’, it’s called aesthetic. 

But why?

[leonskenncdy]

@womansunshine​ starter call

     in a world that’s beyond the call for salvation, what’s he supposed to do? World’s gone mad, he’s been indulged in the thoughts of madness. he wished to stop moving, giving up his persistent escape against the horde of zombies, fear got better of him, he wouldn’t. fear became his driving force, with a lingering hope to find other survivors around him. it was tough to secure a safe area where zombies won’t be around, but he eventually made it. yet, that lasted for a brief second the moment a footstep barged into his safe zone. without any hesitations, the rookie lifted up his gun, aiming at the source of the sound. ‘freeze, stop right where you are or i’ll shoot!’

[leonskenncdy]

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@womansunshine​ asked:

[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.

     ‘god...’ please let her be alive. instinctively, the rookie police officer took action based on the learnings he received in the police academy. checking for pulses on her hand, he... relieved a sigh of breath. cops are to save citizens, his principle will never change on it, no matter what, he’d get her out of here alive. for the time being, he had to stop her bleeding. using the med kit he procured from the chest earlier, he wrapped bandages around some of her wounds that were in more critical state. better than resting her hand on some cold rocks, he rested her head on his shoulder, he had to ensure doing so to make her comfortable and to be aware of spinal cord injury, as it’s dangerous to her to lay her body down on the ground when she was in a sitting position initially.      he remembered making investigation in the racoon city police department, and his mind went blank in the midst of it. people screaming, heavy clank of metals were heard from a distance away... what the hell’s going on with this place? ‘miss, can you hear me? please do respond or show signs if you’re able to.’