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‘ you touch me & my skin burns & it burns for you, always you. ’

here where death reigns master alongside silence and where the sunshine melts permafrost , the yin and the yang stand. the pale hunter is quiet as she presses her black mask against his white one and her hands linger against each sides of his ethereal countenance and she is quiet as he speaks , voice barely above a hoarse whisper , unusual from the boastful beast for it was a display simply for the alabaster lamb. words are not needed when they cannot portray the intensity of a feeling that transcends this realm’s mind , a feeling that is not - a tether that binds him to her and her to him forever more.

a mortal would show emotion through action alike a smile or fluttering eyelashes ; the lamb replies with a stare from her widened white eyes , glacial abyss alight with a candle - perhaps the only warmth one could find within those orbs.

she didn’t need to speak for all words were dull , too tied to the language of human , too fragile and unworthy to serve as an answer.

growling suggestion. | accepting.

#[ fcrya ] - o’ yang of mine ; devoured by vast oceans of sorrow and mope #save tag tba

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every life…

ends with us.

independent kindred - written by jasper ( @wclyo ) and tora ( @fcrya )

#[ self - p. ]#[ p. ]#tora and me : literally gremlins

/ k, but, if Kayn mounts Viktor, would Wolf and Lamb stare for a while before shooting him? :thinking:

#umbranatus #nsfw /#[ ooc. ]#wrath do you really think that #either one of them would care #whether kayn was mounting viktor or taking a shit #because no #they would not

on all levels except physical i am a wolf.

arf.

#[ in character. ]#[ shitposts. ]

“Tell me Spirit...of the Noxians that have died to my arrows, how many accepted death, and how many faces your teeth?”

@retribxttion [ unprompted ]

> “ all death ends in acceptance, little archer. whether they go for lamb’s arrow or wolf’s bite. ”

noxians are known to revere wolf more than lamb– true noxians enjoy the chase, fighting to the very death they had come to accept mere moments ago. that does not mean that there are some noxians who still fear death. who think they can escape his jaws– there is no escaping death.

> “ most noxians look to the chase– more fun for me! ” he floats over towards the archer, the sound that leaves him as he comes to a stop behind him sounding much like laughter. “ but a good amount of the noxians you ‘ killed ’ have opted for the more gentle option – accepting lamb’s arrow over my bite– and they called themselves noxians. ” a pause, then wolf laughs once more.

> “ i wonder what you will choose, little archer. ”

#retribxttion #[ in character. ]

' tell me, ' her voice is the snow that lands quietly upon the frosted ground , left hand coming , almost instinctively , to frame his chin as she has done many times before. her bright white eyes stare , glistening abyss of nothingness , at her other half as she voices her inquiry. ' how does hunger feel? '

@fcrya [ unprompted ]

if she is the snow that lands softly ‘pon the frosted ground then he is the sun’s rays that batter against the frozen landscape to melt it all away. if she is the gentle embrace of salvation then he is the agonizing grip of starvation.

his own eyes - so empty yet full of emotion at the same time – keep their gaze onto hers, leveled and curious and knowing and full of something no words could ever hope to describe. they are more than two puzzle pieces that fit together – they are… the entire puzzle.

his other half’s question brings a huff from his snout and his mist swirls around her in a mockery of an embrace – ghosting over every inch of her form before he snaps her teeth at her endearingly.

> “ always there – never gone. gnawing, gnawing, G N A W I N G. ”

#fcrya #[ fcrya ] - o’ yang of mine ; devoured by vast oceans of sorrow and mope #[ in character. ]

“A death dog? Seen scarier things in the depths of Bilgewater.”

@death-from-below [ unprompted ]

wolf blinks at the undead before him, unbothered and unphased by the other’s words. undead were such an interesting concept, really. wolf did not hate them, or get angered by their presence, because, as it stands, all things end - even the ‘ abominations ’ of undeath.

when their times comes, they too will have to choose between the arrow or the bite.

> “ bark as loud as you want, little man, it bothers me not. ”

#death-from-below #[ in character. ]

wolf :

#[ ooc. ]#tbd #sdjkqsjkdqkj

benditnow-deactivated20210416

2016-11/6 Kindred

#[ imgs. ]#[ fcrya ] - o’ yang of mine ; devoured by vast oceans of sorrow and mope

umbranatus

/ k.indred coming 4 k.ayn's life when he busy riding v.iktor. colorized.

#save tag tba #nsfw /#ah yes

violentwavesofemotion-deactivat

Alive but more than alive, dead but more than dead.

Margaret Atwood, from “The Testaments,” released c. September 2019 (via violentwavesofemotion)

#[ isms. ]

''can i get sum death around here??"

@umbranatus [ unprompted ]

asking for death is like embracing lamb - why this boy has come to wolf in an attempt to die is beyond him. perhaps he is unaware of what it means to be hunted by wolf? the black wolf huffs, ears flicking once as he hovers around the young man - eyes glancing at the boy and through him at the same time.

> “ there is no chase in one who seeks death. ” wolf pauses, tilting his head to the side before swirling away and snapping his teeth at the other in boredom. “ your time has not yet come. ”

#umbranatus #[ in character. ]#wolf vc: if you wanna die just go and kill y -#qsjkdkjqsd

fcrya‌:

– places an apple on @wclyo‘s head.

Balances the apple on his head. Professionally... like he’s done this before. More than just once.

#fcrya #[ fcrya ] - o’ yang of mine ; devoured by vast oceans of sorrow and mope #[ in character. ]#this is truly peak writing

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lamb : wolf : don’t you ever wanna go fucking apeshit

#[ fcrya ] - o’ yang of mine ; devoured by vast oceans of sorrow and mope #save tag tba

reminder to follow @fcrya because tora is the lamb to my wolf

#[ ooc. ]#me in the middle of loving tora : how about you.. follow them

every life...

ends with us.

independent kindred - written by jasper ( @wclyo ) and tora ( @fcrya )

#[ self - p. ]#[ p. ]

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