in the woods

eun yong. hunter.

[wdyong]

hi friends, i'm late to the party by a thousand years but i'm here with eun yong the human/hunter – your local fake friend, gaslighting, gatekeeping bestie. really excited to be here and ambitiously write with everyone, i'll have a small summary under the cut! pls like this and i'll come to your dms (if i haven't already) also is it me, or has tumblr changed 🤡

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tw: drowning, death, violence

he was born into a long lineage of humans, obviously ahaha who lived peacefully as jeju native farmers in the good ol' days doing farming tingz

they lived near the rivers to accommodate the farming life and eventually two children drowned in the waters and died. soon after, another drowned and died, equalling three deaths thus far in the lineage that was lost to the waters

they believed they were cursed, until the next gen of kids befriended the local imugi and introduced the concept of rituals and offerings in their area to potentially cleanse their bad luck

good things start to happen after that

eventually that ends and the family becomes prey to the supernatural kind, massacring a thicc chunk of the family which ultimately turns the survivors bitter and vengeful

from there, hunters were trained and the eun's legacy of hunting and killing non humans became priority

his fam would slaughter imguis, use their horns as weapons and scales as jewellery. would craft other weapons to defend themselves against other supernaturals, all that good stuff

hopefully that gives you the general idea of his backstory! open to anything plot wise 💕

[wdyong]

“are you really going to leave me here without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

yong can't help but keep the tug at his corners to a minimum. tries to guise it with the subtle lift of his brows, hues feigning ignorance and confusion. a concoction of deliberate bewilderment, as if her question had left him speechless.

he had gone out today, his dagger waving in the air, attempting to coax a conversation out of her. so many thoughts that ravaged his mind, a reverie filled with endless questions though had no answers - he was asking all the wrong people. the spark of a potential conversation now drives him to a divide. he lets his hand run through his ebony strands, exposing the jewels that adorn his lobes. finally, turning back to face her.

the subtle signs of shock, though feigned were still evident across his features. for how long? what happened? who are you? what are you? letting his gaze fall to the greenery dividing them. "what do you mean?" his brows knitting together ever so slightly in confusion, he throws in a head tilt to really sell the illusion. "what am i dying to ask you?" hues widening in question, allowing his gaze to drift across her own features.

the sense of familiarity that resonates within him, the way she glistens beneath the sunlight was no mistake of his suspicions but he doesn't let the thought linger long. a sigh leaving him, the first signs of his facade beginning to fade, his voice lowering, "i'm afraid i won't like the answers you'll give me." he settles with the half hearted truth, as his gaze moves back up to meet with hers. "ignorance is bliss." he adds.

[wdyong]

the graceful entrance of the woman before him urged crescents to glimmer with more amusement as they had before. brows falling with subtlety as the clumsiness in her actions discredited her of any and all authority he had assumed for someone adorning her uniform. an empty hand reaching out to offer assistance, retracting as she gathers herself rather swiftly.

"a-are you... okay?" concern painting his words, the amusement dying his hues ebony, curve with worry.

he moves to tuck the dagger back into his compartment by his side, fastened with his belt. he knew better than to go waving a weapon around, with a smile pasted across his features like a menace. looking up at her again as she spoke, nodding as he maintains the silence that lingers.

that isn't human. the thought occupying the forefront of his mind, the ambience of the hiking trail falling to the backdrop of his reverie. a flood of emotions turmoil - scrimmage in the name of repugnance tearing the fabric of his canvas as scratches of ash scrape against his fleshy easel. he lets the gentle twitch of his left brow go unnoticed as digits move to rake through his strands, maintaining the cordial gaze he had on her.

the silvery tones adorning his lobes, glimmering with iridescence as he pushes himself off from the dirt path, straightening his clothes with a slight dust. "sure are, aren't they?" smiling at the pile of twigs by his feet, "are you okay? that was quite the fall." allowing his gaze to trace the perimeter of her silhouette, attempting to find any oddities that stood out to him. any clear giveaways that his suspicions were correct. any hint of supernatural characteristics. he was getting good at this, like a game.

"um- if you don't mind me asking... have you heard about all the casualties that happen up here?" all the reported missing hikers, children having vanishing, adults alike - the culprit not discriminating, intrigue in his voice.

"this is no place for a human." he adds, a chuckle leaving him.

[wdmaialen]

i'm only human

@wdyong

Though Maia had always daydreamed about being a witch, realizing she was one was a different animal. Though she hated to admit it, she was much better at being human than being a witch. After many years of the former, she had plenty of practice. Being a witch involved frequently learning her own limits.

Maybe that was why most people assumed she was a charlatan. She didn't necessarily look like a witch. She did wear a decent amount of black, but it seemed like a costume on her. She sighed.

Libraries didn't often carry materials on the occult, but due to the amount of supernaturals in the neighborhood, this one was used to odd requests from the people here. However, their eyes still widened slightly as Maia carried a stack of books that slightly blocked her view. It was a combination of gothic fiction and occult history books (also thought to be fiction).

Of course, she slammed into someone. Maia apologized profusely before starting to pick up the books. "Sorry. I didn't see you there," she babbled. "I haven't been into the library in a while so I got excited." She wasn't sure why she felt the need to explain her stack. Still, the redness continued to spread. "Hi, I'm Maia by the way."

[wdyong]

the deafening silence, blaring through a headache that throbbed at the temples. a concentrated gaze against the spines of the books, collectively having created a spiral of colours. it was as if he were trying to willpower the thudding pain at the forefront of his mind to a stop. and he fails miserably. the assignment in his hand, haphazardly written the night before. a night filled with the stiffness of his blade, wedged between the crevices of the spine but he doesn't let the youngness of night thieve away his final years of study.

and, here he was. in the library.

an empty mind staring at the shelves before him in attempts to guise the tiredness that so clearly drags in a shade of ash down both cheeks. eye bags so prominent he could fit right in amongst the ghouls of the city. something that he's not fond of.

the sudden impact takes him by surprise, knocks him from his daze as he struggles to identity the culprit. a smile spreads across his features, nodding, "it happens." knees bend, reaching down to pick up the books that had sprawled about his feet. "occult history... anything interesting?" he stacks what he can against the nook of his elbow, "reading the blurb behind one, "i'm yong." the smile resurfacing, accompanying his introduction.

"a lot about witches, in this one." a slight shake of the book in his hand, "i don't suppose it tells you how to kill one?" a subtle chuckle leaving him, handing the books back to her. "it's nice to meet you, maia."

[wdtaeyang]

WDYONG

mountain ranges and water ways that weave throughout the park, like threads that bleed through the cerulean channels within his palms. it was safe to say that he knew them well, well enough that not even the enveloping darkness of dusk could lead him astray. he felt safe within the confines of the parklands, a vast contrast to the person that he used to be – finding both fear and indignation carving deep into his insides, a core rotting with a drive for vengeance. insatiable was the urge that he had to crush ivory in between bloodied knuckles, but alas – though it simmers, it also settles.

and he remembers holding a blade, all too familiar betwixt digits that were craving retribution for the iniquity shown amongst his kind by the hunters. the fury burns through him and it a split of second, everything dissipates to obsidian, swallowed up by a hatred so rampant that the blade slips from in between his grasped. he feels it carve in between flesh, then it falls – a suppressed curse slips pass his lips as a sigh. a foot planted on the other's wound, a careless shove of his limb, hearing the impact against the water as he hurriedly makes haste for hiding. too driven by anger that his digits begin to glimmer with gold.

disposition unchanged, though he learns to better manage his anger – or at least he thinks. improvement.

the breeze tousles his strands gently, footsteps not too concerned with where they're heading. though, the voice catches him off guard, gaze directing to the other by the water's edge, a brow raising slightly in response. he lets his darkened hues trail the other's actions, but before he could say anything – the other had already admitted to his actions. "does this look like a petting zoo?" moving an arms length beside the other, he squats down and allows his own digits to fall onto the surface of the river. his words contradicting his motions, "they've already been fed not too long ago." he decides to add.

he turns to eye the other, "you're not planning on stealing the fish are you?" allowing his gaze to trail down to the other's digits, "i might have to kill you if you do. parkland rules." he tries to add in jest, though his tonality is anything but.

[wdyong]

it was odd how both threatening and non-threatening the words that left the other sounded. yong couldn’t help but feel a tingle down his spine, a shiver that would not only remind him of the wounds that never healed but of the scar that scraped against the fabric of his shirt. he inches about with a jerk of his shoulder, guising it as a stretch of his arms. a huff that exhales from his lips, buds that curl at the corners, “oh, not at all.” his voice is gentle, guiding into the cordial nature of his manufactured persona. one of many, if he’s allowed to boast. “i would hardly think it’s appropriate to turn all this nature stuff… into a petting zoo.” a finger moves to outline the body of water before him.

yong nods, acknowledging the other’s words. sometimes he tends to forget that fish were also lives worth valuing. with a long lineage of hunters who scarcely took the time to allow themselves to marinate within the precious cycle of life. allowing time to savour the differing colours of the living - the depth that sinks deeper than just humankind. if they weren’t human, they were a life not worth valuing. words that imprinted deep in his mind, a cavern of darkness with no guiding light but he was fine with that.

another huff leaving him, this time showing more amusement than he had intended to. crescents forming, allowing it to linger for a moment longer before matching the other’s gaze. and for some reason, familiarity struck him. yet, nothing came to mind.

he pauses for a moment, lips agape, giving him some time to trail the other’s features. “o-of course not.” he manages to mutter, still attempting to recollect the names that don’t match the faces in his mind.

yong begins to feel a sense of nervousness leaking into his system, again, the other’s words although, he knew were meant non-threatening… the contrast with his features said otherwise. a chuckle leaving him, attempting to ease the tension that felt lingering overhead. “i don’t think that would be necessary.” waving a hand about dismissively.

“uh— i’m not too sure if you’ve heard… but there seems to be a few casualties reported coming from the park… makes you think if there’s someone out in these parts doing some hunting.” digits move to gently rub at his nape.

[wdyong]

@wdsohui

he has always enjoyed bathing in the silence of the park, hearing nothing but the mellow echoes of running water and the rustling of leaves against the breeze. to find any semblance of calm within the water's edge almost makes his skin crawl, it was incomprehensible to paste together the fact that centuries ago, his lineage had lost countless members to the waters. yet, here he was.

spirit crushed by the weight of expectations derived from ancestors that leeched onto his life source. nightmares that became visions, taken as prophecy only to be shattered by the hands of the next generation, peace was never an option. peace was but a bargaining chip, dangled before him as a tantalising treat, a mirage against the prospering backdrop of war. blood shed seeped deep beneath his veins, the depths of which not only drowned his lineage but his own blood within his system. blood bleached dried by the diluting fountains of falsified hope.

and here he sits, a dagger scraping against the pile of twigs he had gathered as a result of having wandered for too long within the regions of the parkland. he had no goal in mind, mindlessly sharpening the twigs in one hand with the other. the dagger glistening under the glimpses of sun whenever it caught on, reflecting the silvery tone laced by mystique. it had been passed down for generations, much like the jewels that adorn his lobes. he had been told it was the horn and scales of an imugi his family had captured and supposedly raised.

his grandpa promptly corrects the terminology with a cough, enslaved, he repeats. a fond memory.

he pauses as footsteps inch closer, attention averting from his project, a smile curving with well practiced crescents adorning his countenance. "oh, sorry. is this off grounds? i can clean this up and leave." pointing his dagger at the pile of twigs.

[thewickedxrp]

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“am i afraid of the dark? are you kidding me?”

“you shouldn’t be here. it’s too dangerous.”

“i just feel doomed, all of the time.”

“you’re kind of an ugly crier.”

“should i come back at a better time?”

“everyone i love dies.”

“take one more step forward and you’ll regret it.”

“you’re nothing but a monster.”

“i thought you really cared about me, but now i see i was wrong.”

“are you really going to leave me here without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“i don’t hate you. i just don’t like that you exist.”

“what about a compromise? i’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were innocent, i’ll apologize later.”

“do you think i’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“it was my fault for thinking you might care.”

“those things you said yesterday…did you mean them?”

“i’m okay, thank you. just please, stop talking to me.”

“to the night you’ll never remember!”

“it’s midnight, what do you want?”

“that’s a lot of blood.”

“don’t close your eyes.”

“i don’t feel safe letting you go off on your own in that state.”

“you couldn’t died, you know…”

[wdyong]

@wdtaeyang

the aching of an etched blade against the bony flesh of his back, still haunts him to this day. the spiny feeling that so often catches on the fabric of his clothing, scraping with the gentle reminder of his past never ceases to embalm the hatred that flickers so violently in his rotting body. digits rake back the strands of ebony from his vision, the motion only makes him seethe. another day, he will spend by the river mourning the death of his deceased uncle from ten generations before his own. the tragic story of their humble beginnings, always engrained within him – his elders packing as much abhorrence as they physically could within him, as to act as the flaming arrow to their crossbow.

morning passes rather quickly, as all his duties were tended to. oh how his grandparents would be so proud of all the mourning he had accomplished today. it doesn't stop him from dwelling a little bit longer by the water's edge, finger dabbling gently across the surface of the river. it was a surprise as to why his family hated it so much.

the footsteps that draw closer, a reminder that he his morning had lead him astray and straight into the heart of the nearby national park. "i'm just feeding the fish." he exclaims, rather cheery before pausing briefly to feign a smile across his features, "okay, okay – you caught me, i'm not feeding them but i'd like to." assuming whoever had emerged from the surrounding nature was a ranger or some sort of security. it was still a wonder that with all this surveillance, drownings kept happening up in these parts of the park. he sighs.