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𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞. . . / 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑? -> 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. . independent kindred of League/Of Legends.

singsong    of    two    deaths.    poets    writing    tirelessly    against    the    dying    light—    spread    word    of    the    sweet    release    of    an    accepted    death,    sang    terrors    of    the    jaws    in    running    from    one’s    fate.    never    one    without    the    other.    unfailing    truth    that    two    things    must    stay    true.    whispers    on    the    wind…    may    the    hunt    begin.

carrd tbd. | basic rp etiquette applies. | unaffiliated & highly selective.

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

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for lamb, a feathery cloak is offered — these forests tend to get cold, & xayah is sure than even death feels it.

gratefulness    is    unknown.    it    does    not    belong    in    the    space    between    lamb’s    ribs.    a    sentiment    of    thank    yous    &&    how    that    might    feel    against    their    tongue.    to    know    of    mortality’s    tidings,    of    sentiments,    of    sympathies—    so    far    removed.    of    wisps    &&    chill.    pieced    together    by    that    which    is    older    than    time    itself.    destruction,    death.    the    existence    of    fate’s    end.    the    same    winding    path    that    all    living    beings    walk.    some    walk    slowly,    idly,    living    :    knowing    well    that    the    greatest    sentence    to    death    is    not    living    as    one    should.    innately    at    home    with    the    ideology    of    awaiting    the    weary    &&    allowing    their    arrows    to    loose    when    days    are    numbered.     but    the    construct    of    gifts    fall    flat.    piercing    oculi,    settling    on    the    sight    of    bestowed    sentimentality.    feathers    like    the    birds    that    chirp    all    the    more    in    their    fleetingness.    feathers    like    the    wings    of    sisters    destined    to    squabble    evermore    ‘til    they    would    meet    them.    tentative    touch,    a    reach    —    but    nimble    digits    pass    through.    a    gift    they    will    never    have.    a    gift    they    cannot    have.   

                                                                                                                                                    the    cold    cannot    reach    us.    

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xayah offers her daggers for wolf to chase — will he be faster than them, will he bring them back?

HUNGRY…        

bite    of    the    wild,    snapping    maw,    guttural    bellow.    wisps    of    damnation    &&    the    teeth    that    gnaw    on    the    remnants    of    a    life    lost.    the    hunt,    successful.    the    prey,    between    the    wolf’s    teeth.    wrought    of    the    primal.    comprised    of    the    shadow    of    fear    &&    the    violence    amidst    carnivorous    tendencies.    fleeting,    yet    present.    drifting    between    shade    &&    flitting    ‘twixt    blips    of    vision    before    gobbling    up    the    lifeblood    of    that    which    has    now    passed.    &&    in    the    coming    moment,    whispers    of    paws    crunching    snow    are    heard—    not    seen.    sight    aglow,    harrowing    in    its    heft.    a    composition    of    the    unforgiving    resolution    to    death.    but    even    so,    the    hunt    falls    to    naught.    death    lingers    along    the    veil    &&    dances    at    the    quills    cast    aloft.    bounding,    sniffing,    curious    with    life.    

                                        WHAT    DOES    IT    FEEL    LIKE—    WHAT    IS    IT    TO    PLAY?

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yet again watching the still here mv and the way that lamb lowers their bow the moment that ashe saves tryndamere. absolute goosebumps.

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the sight of death on the battlefield. blood staining snow. screams of agony. pleading, bargaining, prayers to whichever god. and perhaps you are not one destined to die... yet. but your eyes fall upon the sight of the little lamb, silent steps through desolation. to be so close to death -- and yet, they are not there for you.

[awwkie]

Learned how to make GIFs so here's a couple of Kindred GIFs!!!!!!

[lunamonchtuna]

— Christa Wolf, from "Medea," originally published c. 1996 (tr. by John Cullen) (via lunamonchtuna)

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

Dance of Death: Die Alte Dame (1651/etching) - Wenceslaus Hollar after Hans Holbein II

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the verses that will be presented on this blog are as follows: twin deaths (main), porcelain, and spirit blossom.

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lamb, a voice soft and gentle. wolf, hungry. so hungry. wild. brash.

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Holds his hand out to them.

he    does    not    fight…                                                                NO    HUNT    TO    BE    HAD.    

the    planet    beneath    their    feet    groans.    spinning,    spinning;    on    its    axel,    it    goes.    nature    hurting    &&    the    air    gone    dirty.    but    this    land    will    remember    him.    this    land    will    feel    him    long    after    he    is    gone.    this    land    will    cry,    will    sob,    will    hurt    even    after    we    take    him.    hurt    people    hurt.    used    &&    forsaken    &&    picked    apart    like    a    little    toy    soldier.    undeserving    became    the    unforgiving.    the    wrathful.    the    dauntless.    the    shadow    of    what    once    was.    a    shade    that    seeks    only    to    see    hurt    in    the    world.    it    may    yet    burn.    

the    bow    is    knocked,    arrow    aloft;    little    lamb,    little    lamb…    we    see    it.    a    shot    that    is    clear.    WOLF    snarls    beyond    ear    &&    gnashes    teeth.    a    greeted,    sweet–    oh    sweet—    release.   

[trude4ths]

blinks at them

WHEN    THEY    SEE    US    —                                                          it’s    already    too    late. gaze,    aglow.    willow    whispers    &&    dying    chirp.    stillness    that    sits;    watching,    waiting,    knowing.    tick    &&    tock    .    .    .    tick    &&    tock    .    hands    of    time    run    steady,    run    fast.    a    playtime,    a    lover’s    kiss,    a    breath    from    destiny.    to    touch    &&    never    let    go.    lamb    sees    you,    little    prince.    sees    the    hurt.    sees    the    anguish.    sees    the    future    for    you…    when    the    crown    becomes    too    heavy,    will    WOLF    eat    ?   

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let it be known that my favorite all time skin of kindred's is the prestige porcelain ( my main ).

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this is a test.

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here, little cheese bot.