WOLF.

What a burden it must be to have that wolf in your heart. independent original character. private && selective. written by nita. est. 1/13/2016 Beg her for mercy and pray she does not consume it.

[ulriic]

for the birthday boys!! @chxra && @olderhyena

–— She knew well what today was, and of course, she was prepared. This year, she decided to continue building their collection of themed jewelry with matching rings : pure silver with sculpted hyena skulls at the apex, distinguished from each other only by carvings of the respective names of their receiver on its inside. She approached them when they were together, handing them black velvet boxes with a soft smile on her lips. ❝ Alles Gute, Chara and Nero. I hope you like your gifts. ❞

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Humming to himself, Chara plopped down beside his girlfriend bearing a large cup of coffee just for her. His free arm went around her shoulders, and he grinned. "For you. You look lovely with a daisy in your hair, by the way."

–— Her lips curved into a small smile as she accepted the coffee, giving him a light peck on the cheek in thanks. She nearly spilled it though when she started at the compliment he gave her, having nearly forgot about that incident. With a warm flush on her cheeks, she moved her gaze opposite of him and sipped her coffee, opting for brief silence. Though slightly flustered, she couldn’t help but to lean comfortably into his side. Her smile turned wry and playful, with just a bit of bashfulness hinted in its softness. ❝ You flatterer… ❞

[ulriic]

Human verse things!!

(1) Jarvinia slowly developing her blindness. Needing glasses and consistently having to change her prescription and she has no idea why her eye sight is getting so bad. (2) Her hosting kids’ reading events at the bookstore she works at, being super kind and sweet to the kids and just spoiling them. Sometimes offers tutoring services. (3) Her having dreams of opening up her own library. (4) She actually has a tattoo: Cecil and Rath’s date written very small on the left side of her ribcage. (5) Has lots of plants in her apartment. All kind of flowers and shit. Has an amazing green thumb. (6) Oh, oh, and she writes lots of fantasy stories but has never tried to publish them. Age ranges vary.

And uh……..that’s all I got for now.

[wordsnquotes]

waldeinsamkeit [vald-ahy-n-zam-kahyt]

(noun) A German word, meaning a feeling of solitude, being alone in the woods and a connectedness to nature. Waldeinsamkeit consists of two words: “Wald” meaning forest, and “Einsamkeit” meaning loneliness or solitude. It is the feeling of being alone in the woods, but it also hints at a connectedness to nature.  (via wordsnquotes)

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OLDERHYENA.

Gold eyes rose from where he was staring at his phone screen, wondering whether his twin would reply at some point of time, to blink curiously at Jarvinia. He was expecting her to be embarrass about his teasing, but her specific point of argument confused him a bit. “Specifically for daisies?” Taking another of said flowers out of his pocket—placed there in case something happened to the one he placed in her hair—he twirled it around in his hands a bit. “Would a different flower had been better to suit your age, dear nonna?”

–— A corner of her lips quirked upward in amusement when he pulled out another daisy. However, both corners quickly dropped as soon as that word left his mouth. She was probably asking for it, bringing up her age like that, but still. She couldn't help but to feel some irritation, complete with a visible twitch in her brow and a sharp whip of her tail. ❝ That was uncalled for. And that's not what I meant. Daisies are just so ... juvenile and innocent. At least I think so. ❞

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TAGGED BY: @chxra 1ST RULE:  tag 10 muses you would like to know better : errrrr 2ND RULE:  BOLD the statements that are true for your muse  ! 3RD  RULE: repost,  don’t  reblog  !

APPEARANCE.

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo ( I guess the markings count )

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY.

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me ( only for those she's close with )

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITIES.

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES.

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES.

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year ( uh, not in a formal institution...for reasons )

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS.

I’m in a relationship ( only with Chara, atm )

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them ( I don't think she was ever first to, though ?? )

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year ( Rath and Chara )

I have had feelings for a friend

LIFESTYLE.

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” ( Chara and Nero )

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the united states

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CDs ( vinyls count, right?? )

I share my room with someone

MISC.

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week (probably pfft)

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life ( surprisingly, she doesn't )

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year

[cyanidefrnk-blog]

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OLDERHYENA.

@ulriic —from here

Taking a step back, Nero took a moment to observe to make sure that the flower was indeed secure before nodding his head. “Much better, thank you.” And without a single word more, he brought out his phone to snap a picture of the young lady, slight teasing smile on his face as he sent it to his brother. “I am sure Chara would agree that flowers go well with your hair. Don’t you agree as well?”

–— A brow rose as she inquisitively stared at him, the other rising with it as he pulled his phone from his pocket. An ear flicked at the sound of a camera shutter, and her eyes widened the slightest bit when she realized what happened. She should have expected for Nero to send the photo he took of her to Chara and subsequently tease her about it. But yet, a blush still found its way on her cheeks, and her lips pursed in embarrassment. ❝ …Well, I can’t say that I disagree. Don’t you think I am too old for daisies, though? ❞

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Carefully tucks a small daisy behind Jarvinia's fluffy ear, trying his best to make sure that it won't fall off should the ear twitch. "You wouldn't happen to have a hair clip, would you? It would certainly help keep it in place."

–— She blinked in quiet surprise at the flower being placed next to her ear, its delicate petals tickling her. ❝ Hm, I don’t. I usually carry hair ties with me, not pins. ❞ However, she adjust the flower so that its stem was carefully held down beneath the weight of her hair. ❝ I believe it should be more secure now. Better? ❞

[dailywomen]

[ulriic]

RECONCILE.

Though her ire for her former lover remained deeply embedded in her heart, Jarvinia could not manage to depart from wherever he brought her. She had tried, surely she did. She was unused to these surroundings: wooden floors, littered furniture, walls and doors that she found difficult to locate with her absent vision. And the scents, or perhaps the scent. Everything here smelled like Rath somehow, and that threw her off immensely. Nonetheless, she couldn’t guarantee her safety if she did leave…and his hospitality managed to waver her resolve to leave him.

The atmosphere in the place he brought her to was painfully awkward for the both of them ever since her outburst. Both prides were bruised and battered, and both hearts were broken. However, that wasn’t cause enough for them to stay completely away from one another. It wasn’t a large space, just enough for two and a guest. Nothing like the expansive estate she had fled from a year and a half ago. But it still felt all the more suffocating.

They slept in separate rooms, though at times she dreamt that she would feel his warm hands caressing her face, his fingers dancing lightly along her neck. And she would wake alone, wrapped in the faint scent of him and loathing herself for longing for his gentle touch. They ate together in heavy silence, his eyes glued to her as she sat blind to his stare. There were times, especially in the first few weeks, where he would have to guide and assist her. She wanted to bathe, and so he led her to the restroom with her fingers clasping the hem of his shirts. She wouldn’t let him touch her, not without legitimate reason. She was hungry, so he sat her at a table in the kitchen while he prepared a meal for her. And he lingered to watch her consume every morsel. She was practically waited on hand and foot, Rath being a silent, obedient caretaker while she healed…until she decided to finally leave him.

And then there were moments like these, when he would nurse her wounds from the night when he had saved her. All that remained was the laceration on her inner thigh, an injury that had been tedious to heal. It had already been a couple of months, but with its location, the wound had to be well taken care of.

She could never get used to the feel of his hands on her inner thigh, no longer able to read his movements or his expressions. But she could hear both of their breath patterns, and the two had both tried to calm their shallow breaths. It was always like this whenever they found themselves within intimate proximity. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, almost painfully, and at the same time his quickened, sounding like a stampede to her sensitive ears. Every movement was cautious, yet attentive, both being both wary and aware of each other. As if to prove such, a sharp gasp hissed through her teeth as she felt his finger trace the line of her cleaned wound. As soon as the sound left her lips, he removed his finger from her skin.

❝ I’m sorry, did that hurt? It may still be quite sensitive, ❞ he murmured.

Hesitantly, she shook her head, her lips parting and closing for a few moments until she finally whispered, ❝ I…I am…fine. ❞ She was quite aware that he was probably staring at her face, likely in surprise. His gaze felt hot against her skin, and it was an effort not to flush beneath it. It was the first time she had spoken to him while he cleaned her wounds, without the non-committal grunts and brief, sharp answers. She sounded…resigned.

Her ears flicked at the sound of a heavy swallow, before his fingers once again examined the nearly healed wound. It was only a few moments later when he spoke to her again, a test to see if she would speak to him again. ❝ Your wound should be healed by next week. It is…already scarring. ❞ She swore she could hear a slight crack in his voice, feel a slight nervous tremor in his touch. It was her turn to swallow, her tongue feeling as she spoke again.

❝ Very good. ❞ A brief reply, but it wasn’t biting, condescending. He had noticed, and so he tested her again, still speaking in that slow cautious tone.

❝ …I…Do you plan to go…once the wound is healed? ❞ The answer came longer than the last, and it surprised him.

❝ I don’t know. I had not thought about it. ❞ A deep breath from Rath.

❝ Would you…like to leave? ❞ A deep, shuddering breath from Jarvinia.

❝ Rath… ❞ His fingers stilled again, pausing in their bandaging. ❝ I am not sure…what I want now. You know why. ❞

His voice quivered with shame as he whispered, ❝ I do…And I’m sorry. ❞ She never gave him the chance to apologize, she realized. He had never attempted to do so ever since that night when she yelled and screamed at him every time he tried to utter the words. It caused a slight coil of guilt to curl in her stomach, making her gnaw anxiously at her bottom lip. And she stiffened when she felt his forehead press gently onto her thigh. ❝ No words can describe how sorry I am. ❞ And then she felt it, his wet lashes grazing her skin.

She didn’t speak, didn’t move for while. Just sat there with his head on her thigh as he silently wept on her lap. What could she say? That she forgave him? No, she hadn’t forgiven him for betraying her trust, her love. She still felt anger and sorrow whenever she thought of that night. But…she could not ignore the gentle ache she still felt whenever she heard his voice, breathed in his scent. She still longed to touch him, for him to touch her in that intimate way that they once did. Before she had both hair and fur with claws replacing her nails. She, above all odds, still loved him. Loved and loathed him.

And so, her chest ached and her breath shook as she placed a tentative hand on his head, her fingers gently weaving through his hair and her claws gently scratching his scalp. Neither spoke as he lifted his head slowly, moving closer to her until she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. And it was quiet when he gently pressed his lips to her temple, taking her into his arms.

It was not forgiveness, but it was the start of a long path of reconciliation.

[ana-elisabeta]

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100 DAYS OF HEADCANONS.

day 1 : cold ⇒ One could say that Jarvinia was bred for the cold, for she has found solace in its frigid embrace since she was but a babe. As an infant, she would giggle at falling snowflakes and smile at chilling breezes. As a child, she found entertainment in the way her warm breath would come out white against the cold air. As a young woman, she would run wild through the snowy wood surrounding her little village, dancing along with the snowflakes of the winters she loved. It was an unofficial tradition for her to slide across the iced surface of her lake when it was safe. The cold breeze was her warm embrace, for its literal chill was of more comfort than the cold atmosphere of her home. When the snow melted and spring arrived, she would bid temporary adieu to the frigid winter with some sadness, though she still loved the breath of new life spring brought to her forest. In the summer heat, she would long for the bite of cold as sweat would make her dress cling uncomfortably to her skin. Though it was in this heat, she could appreciate the cool of the lake when she dived bare into it. Autumn is a close favorite. It doesn’t have the icy purity of winter and its cold does not nip as much, but its breeze still carries a chill and the dance of colorful falling leaves hold some reminiscence to falling snowflakes. Though for now she has retired from dancing in flurries and purposely blowing warm breath into cold air, at times she may find herself smiling softly at a particularly chilly wind. Or walking with just a bit more force to hear the crunch of snow under her feet. Or at the times when she was really feeling carefree, running in blizzards across glistening fields of snow.

[electricrain]

// Cat claw

[brooklyncap-archive]

100 days of headcanons:

[sxmniphobia]

brooklyncap-archive:

Day 1: Childhood Day 2: Family Day 3: Dreams Day 4: Smile Day 5: Strength Day 6: Weakness Day 7: Hope Day 8: Loss Day 9: Desire Day 10: Clothes Day 11: Destiny Day 12: School Day 13: College Day 14: Work Day 15: Family Day 16: Bed Day 17: Breakfast Day 18: Nightmares Day 19: Fear Day 20: First kiss Day 21: Parents Day 22: Siblings Day 23: Heart Day 24: Illness Day 25: Hair Day 26: Skin Day 27: Pet peeve Day 28: Anger Day 29: Funny Day 30: Happy Day 31: Grief Day 32: Death Day 33: Hurt Day 34: Sandwich Day 35: Feet Day 36: Future Day 37: Lonely Day 38: Friends Day 39: Sex Day 40: Kinks Day 41: Sleep Day 42: Health Day 43: Cooking Day 44: Music Day 45: Art Day 46: Intelligence Day 47: Social  Day 48: Scars Day 49: Injuries Day 50: Fight Day 51: Love Day 52: Hate Day 53: Disappointment  Day 54: Aspiration Day 55: Admiration Day 56: Sunshine Day 57: Ocean Day 58: Heights Day 59: Cold Day 60: Pain Day 61: Resilience  Day 62: Hands Day 63: Children  Day 64: Technology Day 67: Writing Day 68: Sad Day 69: Faith Day 70: Loyalty  Day 71: Honesty Day 72: Morning Day 73: Night Day 74: Evening  Day 75: Phone Day 76: Sunset Day 77: Medicine Day 78: Jewelry Day 79: Relatives Day 80: Book Day 81: Photos Day 82: Colours Day 83: Diary Day 84: Tears Day 85: Humility Day 86: Selfless Day 87: Movie Day 88: Heat Day 89: Clock Day 90: Money Day 91: Fun Day 92: Comfort Day 93: Waiting Day 94: Scent Day 95: Voice Day 96: Seasons Day 97: Handwriting Day 98: Face Day 99: Storm Day 100: Time  

[ulriic]

@chxra -- using this ( WARNING : ANGST AHEAD! )

–— How she managed to survive for all these years, she knew not. Once she would have considered herself unlucky to have lived so long, being one who had no real purpose to live ;; but with her longevity came a reward in the form of a male with brightly dyed hair. Now, she lived for him, to stay by his side, and she did everything she could to keep both of them alive. A long life was guaranteed for her as long as she was careful, but Chara? Well ... she'd rather not think about it. Most times she wished their occupations didn't require them to risk their lives. But then there were times like these, the first elimination mission they were assigned together, where she appreciated their line of work. They worked well together, both in and out of combat, something that made her happy despite the occupational hazard. And it was that chemistry that brought the two together.

The very next morning she spent with a smile on her lips, her heart thudding pleasantly in her chest as she walked hand in hand with him on their date. A few chuckles exchanged, a gentle squeeze of a hand, meaningful glances between one another. It was a moment where you would never expect anything to go wrong, where you hoped nothing would go wrong.

..........Wishful thinking.

It came quickly, much too quickly. She has been shot before -- she has the scars to prove it -- but they were always in places where she could recover. Her bicep, her calf, the abdomen, a graze on her neck. But never in the head. It was painless, eerily so. A distinct pressure in her forehead, a sharp ringing in her ears as her legs gave out from under her. She thought she heard Chara scream her name but the ringing was so damn loud.

She felt herself moving, but she couldn't move, could barely think. All she could do was stare up. Up at what, though? Her vision blurred and blacked out completely before returning again and blinding her with the muddled mix of colors. Red. She saw red. The bright scarlet of his hair. Was he moving her? She didn't know. She tried to ask, to speak to him, but her tongue felt so heavy to move and her lips could barely touch. And ... what was that scent? It was so familiar, but she couldn't remember it. This rusty, metallic scent that reminded her of aging coin. It was ... it was ... blood. Whose blood was it? Again, she tried to ask Chara what was happening but her body would not let her. All she could do was hang uselessly in his arms and stare at him, feeling some comfort in the bright red of his hair.

She felt so ... so heavy ... and sluggish ... and weak and ... cold? Yes ... so very cold. Even with the warmth of Chara flush at her side, she felt ice in her veins. With this ice came a fatigue so great, much greater than all those times which she pushed herself to pure exhaustion. Was she ... dying? NO!! Her heart thumped loudly at the thought, lids snapping open for a moment as a quiet moan slipped past her lips. She couldn't die now. Not now. Not when she had just begun being happy again. But she couldn't deny the cold in her bones or the heaviness in her lids : she was dying. In his arms, she was dying.

Her mind cursed her body for not being able to move, not being able to speak. She wanted to scream out in frustration, to claw viciously at death's hands. But more than that, she wanted to do something for Chara before she died. Give him one last kiss, a hug goodbye, a gentle squeeze of a hand. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, that she'll always love him. That she was sorry that she couldn't live longer for him. But all she could do was stare up at him, with tears slowly brimming in her eyes.

The only comfort she had was the feeling of being in his arms. And after years of unshed tears, a single tear fell when her eyes permanently closed.

[wnq-writers]

You are petrified of everything around you, so you build bulletproof skin and sharpen your tongue. Your mind is on edge because you feel as though a war is about to emerge. But someone ought to tell you that it isn’t the war in front of you that you should be prepared for, but rather the one that’s brewing inside of you.

cursedskies (via wnq-writers)