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and he asked her in a hushed snarl, "tell me again, little Lamb, which things are ours to take?" and she said to him in a lilting sigh, "all things, dear Wolf."

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@ekkq

"Wolf," Lamb says in a vaguely disgruntled way, "you're dripping everywhere."

Wolf paid her little mind, his jaw soaked in blood and saliva seeping from between his teeth. He is too satisfied to remember his manners.

"Close your mouth," Lamb snaps, taking her small hands and putting them underneath his maw. She pushes up and snaps his mouth shut. "You look ridiculous. Look, you're embarrassing yourself in front of this very nice person." Lamb has no idea if the person is, in fact, nice or not, but she says it anyway.

"Who cares," Wolf says around Lamb's hands, neither of them directly acknowledging the second party there. "I'll eat them too."

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@nobodybeahero

It is crowded, but the Kindred does not mind. 

Lamb flits between legs while Wolf trails behind her, a dark, slippery cloud. The uproarious crowd around them paid them no mind -- as was per usual. Lamb practically skips through the people, head tilting and craning to observe the living around them. It is rare, in the Kindred's line of work, that it has a moment for itself. Over lifetimes, it has taken to people-watching. There is not enough time to culture other hobbies.

Lamb hops onto a stool, using the rungs between its legs as a makeshit ladder, then jumps onto its corresponding table. She sits, her hooven legs dangling off the edge of the wood lazily, like a child, and sets her bow at her side (but safely underneath her hand). Wolf drifts around her shoulders, panting.

"Can't we eat them?" he begs, except it comes out a hungry snarl. He demands her attention by floating directly in front of her eyes.

"Hush," Lamb bats him out of her view. "Not today."

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Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Friedrich Nietzsche, Good and Evil (via 94rps)

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@j-hin

Lamb crouches atop the chest of the body underneath her and leans forward. She tilts her head and peers around the chin to see the last expression on their face.

“Will they give us a chase?” Wolf pants eagerly at her shoulder. 

“That is up to them to decide,” Lamb reminds him, as she always does. The Kindred steps off the body.

“Do you think they will?” Wolf presses, perhaps sounding frustrated. 

“Perhaps,” Lamb replies noncommittally. The Kindred turn and face the next closest living being there, and Lamb tilts her head again and asks, “What do you think?” 

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so now that I’ve settled in a bit, thought I’d put up a STARTER CALL.

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when u smol and tiny but ready to fight

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                               wherever you are                          is the place that i belong

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       “TELL ME, little Lamb,                     WHICH THINGS ARE OURS TO TAKE?”

“ALL THINGS, dear Wolf.”

                           indie, semi-selective, kindred. written by abby. 

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headcanon --

They are more than just death.

They are what is in all of us: light and dark, good and evil, sensibility and hunger. For something that is more than human, the Kindred may perhaps be the most human being in Runeterra. Make no mistake -- they are at war with each other. Every day Lamb quells the Wolf's rage, and every day Wolf coaxes out emotion from the stoic Lamb. She is logos, reason, and silence. He is ethos, instinct, and chaos.

When the Kindred were one, a war raged on inside the single vessel they once belonged in ( Stupid, stupid humans -- quiet or I'll swallow you WHOLE! // Hush now, your time has come. It will be swift... ). Death was once bloodthirsty and painful, kind and merciful. These two halves fought each other, craved control, and even separated the Kindred find themselves wrestling for dominance.

Some say that, since his separation, the being (singular, as they are never one without the other) known as the Kindred represents the two sides of death. One is peace and restfulness, and the other is terror and restlessness. One gives the swift, painless entry to true silence, and the other swallows you whole in his black jaw, ushering you to the infinite chase. Heaven and Hell. Enlightenment and Ignorance. Ascension and Damnation.

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headcanon --

They are not just "Kindred" --                                                             -- they are THE Kindred.

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@fortunca

Wolf snarls into Lamb’s ear. “This place smells disgusting.”

“Hush now, Wolf,” Lamb says to him, putting a single, silver hand atop his bristling head. “We have work here.” 

Wolf makes another disgruntled growl as the smell of rotting fish and seawater assaults his nose, but his hackles lower nonetheless. He drifts around Lamb as she skips from post to post, roof to roof, in long, graceful bounds. She hums a tuneless tune and her bow swings absently at her side. When they arrive at their location at last, the Kindred slip onto Bilgewater's stone street, the incidental sea water and ale doing nothing to wet Lamb's hooves.

"Where's our prey?" Wolf's tongue lolls out in anticipation, and Lamb quietly crouches in place, eyes watchful.

"Patience, dear Wolf."

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headcanon --

Contrary to what many might believe, the Kindred do not opt to hide themselves from the living. Oh, they could, if they wanted to ( We could do many things if we wanted to! ), but they see no reason to. They float among us, drifting between our ankles or bounding across roofs above our heads. They are constantly on the hunt, searching for souls to guide to the beyond. Yet, they're often never noticed, go unseen. It's not that they cloak themselves -- not really ( Hiding is shameful! ). It's just that we do not choose to see them.

            Until it's too late.

[cfmusings-blog]

Eternal life, ( they say it is ) the ultimate gift; but to live forever, is to die ten thousand times. The longer you live, the more you will lose, you will have to watch everyone you have ever loved, die. There is nothing in this world to fill an eternity.

unknown.  (via cfmusings)

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so now that I’ve settled in a bit, thought I’d put up a STARTER CALL.

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