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independent oc. written by delena

[flatw00ds]

[windiiga]

pretty magpie

               ❝ well, nothing of a WICKED nature, i can assure you.                    i simply collect them; store them away to preserve                    what’s inside. ❞

                 ❛ like what? they’re teeth. even i don’t eat them on purpose.

[windiiga]

??? food?

[ a proverbial stick in the spoke of his slow chew on a lukewarm fry, a minute hitch, she sows nonplus into the rucked lax made of his brow. how about that. ]    “ nice shot. betcha can’t do it twice. “

             it’s a motion repeated as easily as the forced blink of their eyes --- another              metal toy stuck through the same worn fabric. they turn, considering, and              a hand reaches out to pilfer one of the fries from his plate.

[yaraliatrevelyan]

- Original picture by tamerr

[windiiga]

okisêwâtis

‘ I would. you’ve been hiding in these   cold stones long enough. I have a   much safer place for you, if you are   agreeable to my terms. ‘

               like some curious carrion, they cant their head  ---                her stolen words parroted past an unmoving maw.

                                      ❛ terms. i would.

[windiiga]

okisêwâtis

windiiga

‘ — you look hungry старый бог, perhaps   I can help you. would you let me? ‘

                  ❛ hungry. would you?

[cleriicbeast-blog]

r.i.p.

[teygja-blog]

windiiga liked for a starter | accepting.

[windiiga]

WITCH

she was UNFAMILIAR with the densely wooded region of the norther-most New England area – her long term stint on Midgard had allowed her the privilege ( detestable ) of exploring each and every facet of this abhorrently dull rock. & yet wonder still touched slit eyes, turned more speculative as her surroundings appeared to wax & wane ;; a supernatural force weaving its sinister touch into the very air she now fought to breathe. 

‘ show your face to me, foul & wretched BEAST. ‘

perhaps, not the most tactful approach when faced by the unknown, but amora would not be made small by fear, & such could not be felt, even now, as darkness ate away at light, & her fingers spun flame out of nothing,  weaving an intricate pattern to chase away the encroaching blackness. 

                           ❛ show your face to me. 

          the darkness answers in kind ------ not a new voice, but her own, echoed           back at her from beyond the trees. silence follows, nipping at its heels;           nary a whisper of the c h i l l that furls like grave fog between gnarled           branches, palpable and suffocating.

                    ❛ BEAST. me. wretched BEAST.

           such cutting words no longer draw blood ( their hide made thick by hollow            insults and jagged spears ) and they lumber closer on soundless limbs, a            host of eyes staring, predatory, from the abyss before her. but  the  flames             that touch  her  fingertips  threaten  to  blind  each  and  every  one,  and  a             deafening SHRIEK scatters the birds from their nests as they rear up on            mangy limbs; an emaciated behemoth of soot and shadow.

[poxyict-blog]

[bright-witch]

Old growth forest, Washington Coast, by me.

[windiiga]

friend

“Playing in her room, last time I checked.”

The little girl had been more energetic lately; she was gaining some mobility, not quite walking, but crawling where she pleased and picking things up and exploring them. Loki had seen her, with her sometimes-babble but mostly quiet manner, turning her blocks over or picking at the fabric of her stuffed animals. Inquisitive, curious. It was a good sign. “You can go play with her if you want.”

                        it’s a kind offer --- one they’re likely to take up soon. the last time                         they’d seen the girl, it hadn’t been in false flesh. she’d clambered                         up their maw and sat happily  between  their  antlers,  curling  her                         chubby little fingers in the ashen mess of their fur. distantly,  they                         wonder if she’ll recognize them without a pelt,  but  the  child  had                         always been different. they could smell it. like smoke. like sage.

                        for now, they’re pleased enough to remain here, smiling sweetly                         around crunching bone and sinew.

                                                                    ❛ i will.  

[windiiga]

? ? ?

   “ — said it yer shot, darlin’. “

            despite their squint, they take up a dart. too light too dull too cheap.             but they mimic the meatsack’s swing of his arm and the little metal             tip pierces a stained felt center.

                                ❛ did i win?

[blazemalefica]

Cleric Beast

[windiiga]

child

“ … how the hell did you get blood on your forehead – come here so I can wipe it off. You’re so embarrassing.”

                                  ❛ you were better when you were miniature.

[windiiga]

[txt] attached video.

[txt] i have failed as a guardian

[windiiga]

friend

“No moose, honey. They’re endangered. Thank you, though.”

She takes out the remainder of the whole; there’s quite a bit left, a she had only really picked at the legs. Knowing their appetite, Loki simply sits the entire roasting pan on the table. “If you want it hot, I can do that.”

                                   ❛ that’s ok.

              hot or cold, they’re all too happy to take their seat at the table.               deft fingers tear hunks of lamb from the carcass, stuff the flesh               into a mouth full of too-sharp teeth. they smile with lips that are               and are not theirs and curious eyes flicker up to meet               their hostess.

                                                        ❛ where’s nál?

[windiiga]

child

“ … wipe off your mouth more, the blood is starting to cake.”

                                   ❛ is it gone now?