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IRIDESCENT  ,  HE  COULD  SAY  ��  how  clearly  it  becomes  as  the  dark  pools  within  his  gaze  near  shine  at  the  sight  of  something  familiar  .  war  torn  memories  ,  the  chaos  of  every  fae  he’d  slaughtered  for  a  cause  that  he  still  (  one  thousand  years  later  )  stood  for  .  she  embodied  it  ,  somehow  –  but  not  entirely  .  ❛      huh  …    ❜  a  hum  in  thought  rattles  his  throat  as  he  steps  forward  ,  not  quite  launching  himself  towards  the  blood  that  could  feed  him  for  quite  some  time  (  he  was  tired  of  feeding  off  vampires  ,  after  all  )  but  heavier  and  nearly  carrying  the  path  of  amusement  with  one  simple  motion  .

he  was  a  bull  ,  after  all  ,  hardly  a  snake  .  he  preferred  when  they  saw  him  coming  anyway  . ❛    weird  ,  i  don’t  think  i  know  adam  either  –  but  if  it’s  the  one  i’m  thinking  of  ,  i’ve  heard  a  lot  of  …  interesting  stories  .      ❜  now  the  smile  appears  ,  teasing  the  corner  of  his  mouth  before  a  sigh  escapes  .  it  was  probably  some  cheap  southern  saying  -  another  reminder  of  how  badly  he  needed  to  get  out  of  this  place  they  call  a  town  .  he  continues  to  study  her  ,  though  not  as  closely  ,  now  that  he  knew  what  she  was  ,  until  the  smile  curled  into  half  of  a  laugh  ,  filtering  out  by  the  shake  of  his  head  .  ❛    oh  ,  i  guess  i  should  apologize  ,  right  ?  would  you  prefer  me  to  call  you  my  fair  lady  ?  she  of  the  sun  and  stars  ?  my  bad  ,  i  just  thought  with  that  tone  and  all  ,  you  and  i  were  on  some  kind  of  …  oh  what’s  the  word  ,  that  we  had  some  kind  of  camaraderie  that  i  just  forgot  about  .      ❜  of  course  not  ,  but  there’s  a  part  of  him  that  wants  to  see  her  more  frustrated  ,  to  see  just  what  a  halfling  could  be  capable  of  –  especially  one  half  human  . 

THE  SCOFF  THAT  LODGES  ITSELF  IN  HER  THROAT   comes  paired  with  a  look  of  indignation,   a  two - for - one   deal  that  sookie’s  certain  he’d  signed  up  for  on  purpose.   serves  her  right  for  trying  to  be  friendly,  she  supposes,  striking  up  conversation  with  someone  who’d  seemed  all  lonely  and  brooding.  it’s  the  waitress  in  her   —   this  need  to  clear  away  the  furrow  in  someone’s  brow  with  a  quip  or  whatever  comes  to  mind.   her  bad,   apparently.

                    ❝  well  you  sure  are  rude,  ❞    she  chastises  with  a  hand  on  her  hip,   ready  to  launch  into  a  lecture  about  what  you’re  supposed  to  do  when  you  don’t  have  anything  nice  to  say.   but  something  changes  about  his  demeanor   —   cold  indifference  bleeding  away  to  something  else.  whatever  it  is,  sookie  doesn’t  like  the  look  of  it. 

ah,  that.   somehow,  this  single  word  makes  her  even  angrier.

                    ❝  now  you  listen  here,  mister  —  ❞    she’s  already  started  before  realizing  she  doesn’t  even  know  his  last  name,  and  gran  would  be  disappointed  in  her  for  launching  into  a tirade  without  at  least  politeness  enough  to  address  him  properly.   she’ll  apologize  when  she  visits  the  cemetery  later.     ❝  didn’t  anyone  ever  teach  you  that  it’s  ill -  mannered  to  just  spit  out  assumptions  at  people  like  that  ?   i’m  sure  i  don’t  know  you  from  adam,   so  i  don’t  see  why  you  think  you  know  me  all  of  a  sudden.  ❞    and  i  certainly  don’t  want  to  know  you,   she  thinks  but  doesn’t  add,   not  after  the  way  he’s  been  speaking  to  her  so  far. // @umbraen

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❛    SORRY  ,  NEW  PHONE  ,  WHO’S  THIS  ?      ❜  the  garuda’s  eyes  ,  often  mere  black  pools  set  upon  his  features  ,  practically  glow  to  his  own  amusement  in  what  he  would  consider  to  be  humor  .  it  didn’t  go  ignored  ,  what  she’d  said  about  collecting  him  ,  and  his  response  mirrors  her  much  the  same  ,  with  a  shrug  -  all  too  casual  -  of  his  shoulders  .  ❛    you  think  that  would  work  ?  i  mean  ,  technically  speaking  ,  not  exactly  one  of  this  realm  ,  am  i  ?  could  be  interesting  to  find  out  .      ❜  features  shift  as  his  nose  scrunches  when  she  pokes  at  his  cheek  ,  rubbing  at  it  dramatically  once  the  proverbial  intrusion  was  removed  and  a  laugh  falls  from  his  lips  ,  ❛    oh  ,  i  think  i  know  –  you  absolutely  missed  me  ,  i  mean  ,  who  else  could  you  poke  the  cheek  of  ,  huh  ?  these  right  here  ?      ❜  he  points  to  his  face  like  it  was  some�� kind  of  mystery  what  he  was  referring  to  ,  ❛    not  only  the  money  maker  ,  but  very  pokeable  .        ❜  he  grins  too  ,  head  shaking  ,      ❛    so  ,  i’ll  address  the  elephant  in  the  room  ,  why  are  you  here  ?      ❜ 

"i don't think i've been mia for that long that we're suddenly STRANGERS." a chuckle escapes her lips as she shrugs her shoulders. despite the lightness in her tone, there's a fondness mingled with familiarity. while she hasn't been around as long as the other, centuries in compared to millennia there's still a kin-ness between them she can't deny. "don't worry, if i've come to actually collect you, you'll KNOW." though she can't help but wonder if that day would actually come and if so, would she truly be the one to collect him. "mmmm, maybe i did miss you, maybe i didn't, who knows." another chuckle followed by a lax shrug of her shoulders. "but i can say it's not so bad to see this PRETTY FACE of yours," a grin curls at her lips as she gives a playful poke of the other's cheek. / @umbraen.

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PERHAPS  HE  WAS  TOO  CONTAINED  FOR  HIS  OWN  GOOD  —  fighting  for  the  life  he  wanted  ,  against  the  one  that  he  had  .  he  was  a  celestial  power  raised  and  taught  in  the  depths  of  hell  -  and  people  like  them  ?  they  were  sought  for  ,  slaughtered  .  he  never  hid  again  ,  not  after  that  brief  attempt  .  his  life  spent  goading  those  that  hunted  to  come  for  him  and  allow  them  to  reap  the  holy  fire  that  he  would  pour  upon  them  . she  on  the  other  hand  ,  appeared  to  prefer  directing  her  anger  towards  him  –  not  that  he  could  blame  her  .

❛      cut  the  tough  act  and  the  dramatics  .    ❜  he  watches  the  flames  caress  ,  sparks  that  fly  towards  the  very  heavens  they  are  intended  to  burn  ,  and  another  caw  from  above  signals  more  warning  .  sombra  was  his  horus  in  the  darkest  of  nights  ,  the  brightest  of  days  and  he  would  sooner  allow  this  cambion  burn  than  allow  himself  to  .  he  was  no  martyr  to  any  cause  .      ❛    if  they  were  with  me  ,  you  would  be  dead  by  now  ,  and  that’s  a  promise  .  hell  fire  or  not  .        ❜  a  piercing  gaze  takes  on  the  familiar  glow  ,  the  radiant  blue  piercing  the  veil  of  flesh  and  bone  in  warning  .  ❛      now  ,  i  am  giving  you  a  choice  .  direct  that  anger  towards  me  and  learn  what  nine  hundred  years  of  hell  can  teach  a  nephilim  ,  or  …    ❜  eyes  dart  above  her  shoulder  ,      ❛    you  can  accept  the  favor  i  am  literally  giving  to  you  on  a  silver  platter  and  let  me  get  you  the  hell  out  of  here  .        ❜ @hellsurvivr

        @umbraen //  ANNOYANCE LINGERS,    like a bad taste in the back of her mouth. as she watches the way he moves. the confidence burning from him, and it made her far more aware of just what the hell was happening. she'd been lazy, incompetent and now she'd been caught. someone knowing who she was. and what she was. (    who could play the same games as her!    )  but when her mind screams that they are no longer alone, someone creeps upon them closer with each second. she found he was currently the lesser of two evils. she didn't know who was encroaching on them. but she knew him.   at least enough to feel a tad more comfortable than with the stranger.    and it's why with hardened eyes, she lets the flames finally release from her skin, rolling across her hands like a delicate caress. as she opens the cage door to her other side. just enough to protect herself. and eliminate all threats. should she need to.

           ❛   enough with the games.   ❜   she growls softly. hazel eyes beginning to bleed out to be replaced, with the gold,red,black and purple mess, that signaled her heritage. her descendency from the knights. to payne though it was just another sign of what she could never erase. the fact she was far from normal. and no matter how she tried. it was an unwritten truth that she'd never escape.   (   her destiny was written for her   )    fiery eyes leveling on him, as the flames continue to caress her skin. her mind both aware of him in front, and the one sneaking upon them.   ❛   so cut the bullshit and tell me, are you and the ass behind me, here to drag me to hell. or some other fucking mission. as right now im getting tired of the cryptic bullshit!!   ❜    that and she was rebelling against her own mind   ━   as normally if someone mentioned someone else powerful. and her in the same sentence. it only ever translated to her brother. which was a mix, she'd rather avoid.

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❥ — › would you believe i'm still around ? sorry i highkey dipped , i've been working on a project that quite literally took all of my focus away , but it's finished !! so i'm going to get back to queuing replies , etc probably tonight xo

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@mythous there's no rhyme or reason to this life, it's days like today scattered among the rest. ~ sookie to koren

A  BROW  RAISES  ,  THOUGH  HE  DOESN’T  SMILE  .  he’s  kept  himself  hidden  for  so  long  ,  that  risking  this  woman  seeing  the  short  (  yet  sharp  enough  to  pierce  skin  )  fangs  likely  wouldn’t  be  the  best  option  .  ❛      did  you  just  come  up  with  that  off  hand  ,  or  did  you  read  that  in  a  fortune  cookie  ?    ❜  the  garuda  studies  her  for  a  moment  ,  dark  eyes  casting  over  enough  times  for  him  to  realize  that  something  wasn’t  right  about  her  .  it  was  familiar  ,  dipped  in  the  essence  of  light  and  the  sun  that  beamed  down  from  the  land  he’d  once  called  home  . well  maybe  not  his  home  -  but  there  had  once  been  a  border  shrouded  in  it  . koren  rises  ,  throat  clearing  before  looking  down  the  street  to  see  if  there  are  any  familiar  vehicles  or  people  walking  around  this  southern  drag  of  a  town  .  nothing  ,  no  war  ,  no  slaughter  or  screams  of  garuda  in  the  distance  .  he’s  not  back  home  ,  and  his  feet  remain  firmly  planted  on  the  ground  beneath  them  .      ❛    i  hope  you  get  chinese  food  often  enough  …      ❜  tone  turning  distance  ,  he  allows  his  eyes  to  fixate  upon  her  once  again  ,  ❛    that  you’ll  have  some  more  of  these  deep  thoughts  to  share  .      ❜ it  clicks  ,  then  ,  the  sudden  impulse  to  ravage  ,  to  feed  ,  the  hunger  boiling  in  his  stomach  ready  to  pulsate  out  of  him  like  a  modern  day  bomb  .  she’s  not  human  ,  the  familiar  feeling  of  light  that  exudes  from  her  is  hardly  that  of  sun  kissed  skin  ,  but  the  scars  of  war  .  ❛    …  fae      ❜

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@notfrsale said ain't that a bitch? (from Maew to Koren)

❛    HOW  POETIC      ❜  the  dry  laugh  that  escapes  is  coated  in  the  cigarette  smoke  that  pillows  from  between  his  lips  .  with  a  dark  gaze  fading  upwards  ,  peering  towards  the  night  sky  ,  koren  grimaces  before  eyes  roll  .  shit  happens  has  been  his  motto  for  as  long  as  he’d  been  alive  ,  and  while  that  may  not  have  been  as  long  as  some  ,  there’s  experience  nested  within  him  ,  it’s  made  a  home  in  the  form  of  sarcasm  and  transgressions  -  the  most  troublesome  kind  .  why  does  he  have  a  feeling  that  maew  is  about  to  bring  more  to  his  doorstep  ? upon  the  seat  of  his  thoughts  ,  eyes  shift  to  fall  upon  the  other  with  a  brow  raised  as  if  expecting  her  to  move  forward  with  the  statement  ,  anything  at  all  -  but  when  met  with  nothing  more  he  flicks  the  ashes  of  his  cigarette  onto  the  ground  offering  it  a  chalky  sound  of  a  laugh  before  leaning  against  the  wall  once  again  ,  ❛    that’s  the  thing  isn’t  it  ?  life  is  a  real  bitch  –  but  you  gotta  try  and  make  it  yours  instead  ,  or  whatever  the  saying  is  .  no  ?        ❜

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THIS  IS  ALREADY  EXHAUSTING  .  suyeong  sighs  as  a  means  of  expressing  this  ,  and  truth  be  told  ,  this  isn’t  the  first  time  that  he’s  received  this  sort  of  response  from  some  kid  that  likes  to  run  along  the  top  of  the  world  .  the  thing  is  –  he  doesn’t  want  to  deal  with  it  ,  and  would  much  rather  be  doing  just  about  anything  else  . 

❛      is  this  the  way  you  deal  with  just  about  everything  ?    ❜  he  questions  ,  though  it’s  not  intended  to  come  off  as  a  lecture  ,  his  tone  matches  the  other’s  by  coming  off  as  incredibly  bored  .  ❛    because  i  can  go  tell  him  that  you  rudely  declined  ,  but  if  you’re  even  the  slightest  bit  of  intelligent  ,        ❜  which  right  now  ,  suyeong  doesn’t  think  they  are  at  the  rate  things  are  going    ,  ❛    you’d  at  least  want  to  pick  and  choose  your  battles  ,  so  why  not  you  choose  not  to  fight  this  one  ,  huh  ?      ❜ @byanyan

ㅤㅤ" that's quite the problem. "ㅤresponse idle, distracted as byan's eyes refuse to leave the screen of their phone, they hum a mockingly sympathetic note. thumb flicks, scrolling along the page they're browsing, their other hand rising to pluck free the joint which dangles between their lips.

ㅤㅤ" how 'bout you go ahead and tell your boss that i politely decline? "ㅤwords rise on the curl of smoke that escapes their mouth, their tone remaining entirely too bored for someone approached in such a way.ㅤ" or that i rudely decline. i don't give a fuck. s'not like i've done anythin' worth me bein' labelled as a problem. "ㅤa lie, something they're both surely aware of.ㅤ" so, uh. nah. i'm good, thanks. "

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A  BLANK  GAZE  TAKES  IN  THE  APPARENT  THREAT  with  ease  ,  but  suyeong  isn’t  the  type  to  stand  back  .  he  thinks  about  his  own  mother  for  a  moment  ,  a  woman  that  he’d  never  met  before  and  doesn’t  relate  to  this  sense  of  honor  the  other  holds  ,  ❛    if  you  can’t  handle  people  commenting  on  certain  subjects  ,  maybe  you  shouldn’t  start  the  conversation  .      ❜ is  that  too  much  to  ask  ?

some  parents  may  do  their  best  ,  and  this  isn’t  something  noted  from  experience  .  after  all  ,    his  father  didn’t  do  his  best  —  he’d  created  a  weapon  out  of  something  not  meant  for  the  world  in  which  he’d  been  born  into  .  he’d  raised  a  nephilim  with  the  heart  of  a  demon  ,  ❛      unfortunately  ,  our  kind  tend  to  be  the  biggest  disappointments  for  the  previous  generations  ,  or  is  that  also  a  touchy  subject  ?      ❜

❝ I understand I mentioned her first, but I would recommend you behave a bit more politely with the topic. I'm not fond of your implications nor your tone. ❞ whatever humor had tinged his otherwise flat demeanor had come and went and he regarded the other with a dull but otherwise unwavering stare.

After a few beats, he flicked it elsewhere and sighed.

❝ Most human parents die during the childbirth of my sort-—statistically speaking. And then there aren't exactly resources or support groups for raising a little abomination. I think she had no fucking clue what to do with me or how to guide me and I don't think many would. Some parents don't do enough and the rest simply do their best. ❞

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@notfrsale liked ( from what feels like ages ago ) for mirthun

THE  SCENT  OF  DEATH  AND  INCENSE  threads  the  memories  of  witches  of  ancient  times  .  the  air  coats  the  garuda’s  skin  ,  sinking  into  his  pores  .  there  is  something  different  ,  a  magic  shop  not  owned  by  a  witch  ,  or  some  human  that  uses  etsy  on  the  side  to  sell  their  goods  .  no  .  perhaps  koren  is  too  sensitive  of  such  things  ,  having  spent  what  feels  like  an  eternity  in  the  human  realm  ,but  perhaps  that’s  what  drove  him  here  .  boots  echo  upon  wooden  floors  ,  warning  bells  forcing  the  scars  on  his  back  to  stretch  in  hopes  to  spread  dark  wings  to  remove  him  —  but  he  ignores  them  .  perhaps  he’s  too  reckless  for  his  own  good  ,  walking  into  what  feels  like  a  graveyard  while  gaze  scales  over  the  shelves  until  finally  ,  the  counter  is  before  him  ,  and  he  can  feel  the  strength  of  what  he’s  seeking  in  the  tips  of  his  fingers  as  they  ghost  the  edge  of  the  counter  .  silphium  ,  an  herb  believed  to  be  extinct  in  present  day  ,  used  by  the  ancient  egyptians  and  romans  ,  but  he  knows  it’s  somewhere    ❛    –  if  you’re  really  good  at  your  job  ,  you’ll  be  able  to  guess  what  i’m  here  for        ❜ @notfrsale

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A  LAUGH    ,  DRY  AND  GRATED  WITH  THE  SAND  EVER  TURNING  IN  HIS  LUNGS  escapes  ,  head  shaking  nearly  dismissing  the  turn  pessimistic  with  ease  .  ❛    i’ve  always  preferred  the  term  realistic  .      ❜  so  often  ,  he  offers  an  exchange  of  words  in  monotone  ,  emotions  having  been  cauterized  from  touching  his  being  for  as  long  as  he  can  recall  ,  but  this  ?  it’s  spoken  with  a  sense  of  amusement  ,  near  curiosity  that  should  dull  the  senses  until  the  other  half  of  the  old  saying  plays  back  in  his  mind  ;  satisfaction  brings  it  back  .  ❛    don’t  you  think  it’s  better  to  have  the  ability  to  control  the  path  ,  to  break  out  of  what’s  been  given  to  you  –  rather  than  keep  running  from  the  one  inevitable  thing  chasing  you  down  ?      ❜  only  the  strong  survive  in  this  world  ,  that  he  knows  -  and  it’s  been  his  purest  desire  to  prove  that  he  is  just  that  .  a  survivor  .

her  question  doesn’t  bring  pause  ,  but  a  moment  of  contemplation  .  what  is  he  in  the  tunnel  ?  perhaps  he  is  the  trapped  ,  running  from  that  which  continues  to  chase  after  him  while  seeking  a  sense  of  end  ,  but  he  could  also  be  the  boulder  ,  tearing  down  obstacles  in  the  fast  paced  ,  uncontrollable  manner  leaving  whatever  is  left  behind  in  the  dust  and  wind  .  ❛      maybe  i’m  neither  .      ❜  he  decides  ,  the  same  sand  that  had  been  grating  his  tone  now  turns  loose  mud  ,  soaked  from  the  very  waters  that  she’d  referenced  so  easily  before  .  through  the  fingers  of  destiny  ,  he  seeps  through  ,  refusing  to  be  held  by  any  hands  of  the  creator  ,  the  enemy  ,  or  perhaps  the  friends  he’s  been  given  (  often  unwillingly  )  along  the  way  .  ❛    maybe  i’m  the  boulder  ,  destroying  everything  in  my  path  and  leaving  others  to  clean  up  the  mess  until  eventually  ,  i  either  stop  ,  or  tumble  out  the  other  end  of  what  i’ve  always  believed  to  be  a  never-ending  path  .  —  but  tell  me  this  ,  wouldn’t  you  want  to  claw  your  way  out  to  avoid  what’s  been  given  to  you  ?  to  be  free  to  choose  your  own  path  ,  no  matter  where  it  may  lead  ?        ❜ @vulpesse

　 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃, 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌. the vulpine - she has always been oh so tremendously fascinated by the lenses through which others would look at the world, that same world that she also inhabited but whose shapes and hues and tastes oftentimes diverged from those experienced by most [ ... ] it was both a blessing and a curse, to possess a hungry heart entirely woven with the threads of decadent romanticism and romantic cynicism.

a pensive hum thunders across her breastbone, her index finger idly taps against her chin as if in deep contemplation. truth to be told, ahri enjoys the metaphor of the empty boat languidly floating across the oceans much more than the mental image of an obscure tunnel from which one may never truly escape. ❝ now, this is quite a pessimistic view on life. ❞ her response is feather - light and spoken in jest, but it is evident that her attention has been piqued and that she wishes to know more: it has always been arduous, to resist the pull of temptation. and thus the foxette takes a tentative step forward, as if diminishing the distance between them would aid her in further unveiling what he keeps jealously buried beneath flesh and bones ; she is a docile little thing, all fluttering lashes and honey - sweet simpers, for now. ❝ let me ask you, then ... are you digging a way out ? or are you waiting for the boulder to finally catch up ? ❞

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THE  MOTHERLY  EMBRACE  OF  THE  SHADOWS  ,  the  home  in  which  he  longs  for  .  the  land  where  towers  caught  the  sky  ,  pierced  it’s  center  to  force  the  bright  light  down  upon  the  lands  .  he’d  never  feared  the  light  ,  oftentimes  relishing  in  the  warmth  it  provided  –  but  too  many  years  upon  this  earth  have  nearly  brought  the  garuda  to  forget  what  it’s  like  to  feel  the  touch  of  the  sun  after  so  many  years  of  darkness  .  what  a  world  ,  this  one  is  —  one  in  which  he  does  not  belong  ,  a  dream  of  peace  that  remains  unattainable  to  his  hand  .  even  within  his  perch  ,  where  the  grass  meets  his  skin  ,  boots  sinking  into  the  dirt  as  if  holy  matrimony  between  leather  and  earth  –  he  digresses  .

❛      without  the  light  ,  there  will  be  no  shadow  —    ❜  a  whisper  more  to  himself  than  the  one  at  his  side  ,  the  mantra  of  a  mother  looking  to  soothe  her  young  ,  shadowling  of  a  son  .  ❛    it’s  normal  to  fear  without  reason  ,  i’ve  seen  it  every  single  day  of  my  life  —  wars  raged  over  the  face  of  a  woman  ,  swelling  rage  without  direction  ,  this  world  is  full  of  it  —  an  unbridled  energy  looking  to  drain  every  inch  of  life  .      ❜  it’s  a  testament  of  strength  ,  perhaps  ,  that  those  who  reside  in  this  realm  have  not  fallen  to  their  whims  ,  and  koren  longs  for  the  opportunity  to  return  to  his  home  and  see  that  those  fighting  blood  for  blood  on  the  other  side  having  come  to  their  senses  ,  opted  to  live  in  a  semblance  of  peace  where  he  cannot  recall  a  time  when  it  existed  .  ❛    too  many  live  by  the  idea  that  thunder  is  an  omen  ,  so  it’s  not  as  nonsensical  as  you  might  think  ….  to  be  afraid  .      ❜ @vulpesse

　 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 ? would he think her foolish, for fearing something merely because she is incapable of taking hold of it with her greedy greedy hands ? her gaze trails a path towards the cerulean, whose brilliant colors are now partially hidden beyond a foliage that is thick and prosperous, tremendously stubborn in its desire to allow passage only to the most brazen rays of the sun. he is not wrong in his assumption [ ... ] the forest seldom allows outsiders to settle and thrive within its confines.

finally, her gaze returns to her interlocutor. ❝ as odd as it might sound, i have never been fond of storms. i do not have a real reason to fear the thunder, but i could never learn how to love its boisterous violence. ❞ somewhere, 'pon a branch far enough from the eyes but close enough for their ears to listen, a wood thrush chirps in obvious agreement. she leans forward then, cradling a cheek in the warmth of her palm and allowing a brief lapse of quietude to settle between them. ❝ there is a kind of comfort, to be found in the dancing shadows of the towering trees. at times, it almost feels like a motherly embrace ... a tender attempt at keeping all the dangers of the world outside. ❞

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Haegeum (2023) 

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THE  SMELL  OF  FIRE  UPON  THE  HORIZON  ,  an  ache  in  his  bones  for  a  realm  that  isn’t  his  own  —  but  the  one  he  senses  isn’t  his  either  .  the  constant  grasps  for  normalcy  ,  the  familiar  to  him  leaves  the  garuda  drenched  in  the  shadows  of  his  mourning  for  a  life  long  lost  –  but  without  choice  but  to  move  forward  ,  he’s  spent  a  millenia  or  longer  (  it’s  longer  ,  at  what  point  did  he  stop  keeping  track  ?  )  pretending  .  breathing  the  air  of  this  realm  and  making  it  a  fallacy  to  his  nature  .  this  familiar  face  though  ,  he  recognizes  it  as  hell  brought  and  sewn  ,  a  beast  in  her  own  regard  .  ❛  long  time  no  see  ,  stranger          ❜  he  doesn’t  have  to  look  up  to  know  exactly  whom  he’s  speaking  to  ,  ❛      did  you  finally  come  to  collect  me  –  add  a  little  bit  of  spice  into  eternity  ?  or  did  you  just  miss  me  that    much  ?      ❜

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BREATH  AND  SHADOW  .  perhaps  he  understands  it  ,  though  there  is  a  piece  of  him  still  wrapped  within  the  hum  of  humanity  .  it  clings  to  his  soul  desperately  ,  it  seeks  redemption  ,  the  feeling  of  love  ,  hate  ,  heartbreak  ,  but  it  doesn’t  settle  well  with  the  angelic  energy  within  .  it  shouldn’t  ,  he  knows  .  after  all  -  the  celestial  side  of  him  has  long  been  snuffed  out  by  the  hellfire  within  .  so  he  is  left  standing  ,  a  war  within  himself  and  others  simply  overlooking  the  busy  city  streets  and  making  pointless  observations  of  what  humanity  does  below  .

❛    that  could  be  right  .      ❜  he  agrees  ,  ❛    thoughtless  ,  though  ,  they’re  more  like  animals  than  anyone  would  want  to  admit  aloud  .  there’s  instinct  there  ,        ❜  he  gestures  towards  the  sound  of  sirens  echoing  in  the  distance  ,  red  lights  flashing  against  the  city  buildings  ,  ❛      they’re  selfish    by  nature  ,  even  the  ones  that  want  to  do  good  only  do  so  because  that  is  what  they  are  told  to  do  ,  or  worse  ,  they  do  it  because  they  think  it  will  earn  them  a  place  in  whatever  afterlife  they  believe  in  .      ❜    it’s  sad  ,  to  live  a  life  in  such  a  way  ,  ❛    but  even  their  choices  aren’t  their  own  .  so  …  easily  swayed  by  anyone  with  a  voice  box  louder  than  theirs  .      ❜ @notfrsale

Chul had long given up trying to make sense of this world. Trying to do it would be like attempting to find a needle in a haystack. So he just moved on, living his life quietly. There surely were reasons why some people did certain things, but it was pretty much pointless digging through that dirt most of the time. The best course of action in that case, he thought, was to just observe his surroundings, where they were taking him, and then figure out what to do next.

"Maybe so." Ever since the separation of what he considered to be his family, he became somewhat of a lone wolf. If it was hard to befriend him before, it was almost near impossible now. But there were exceptions here and there. Letting the other hang around with him was something for a change, while still keeping a good distance. Stretching a little as he watched the sky, the hybrid hummed. "Someone used to tell me that a human is only a breath and shadow. Yet they're still galloping through life without a thought and care."