feynisa

[feynisa]

holiday distractions, 

“so, do you actually know how to ice skate?” the amusement in her tone was obvious, head tilting up so he could see the spark in her eye. “i’m sort of hoping you don’t so i can watch you fall right on your ass.” nisa nudged into @feywill softly, the holiday festivities getting her in a very playful mood. ever since she was little she had an affinity for christmas. the cozy lights and scents, the abundance of food and sweets. gifts and warm flames. the tension that ran in her household. she supposed in a way it was comforting that she felt a similar tension in the air tonight. a christmas miracle, no doubt. it didn’t dampen her cheer, especially when she had been specifically invited tonight by a handsome man who had been invading all of her thoughts as of late. so many of them, it was ridiculous really. she’d never felt so drawn to someone before and it should have worried her, but nisa didn’t find herself questioning anything. just going with it. winging it always worked out in the end, right? 

false. but, that was no matter. not tonight. the fluttering in her stomach and the hot cocoa steaming from the cup in her hands distracting her from further thought. so did his eyes, the presence of him. the line for getting into the rink wasn’t very long, only a few people ahead of them now. body only slightly on the alert, aforementioned tension and all. please let me have a calm night, she begged to whatever god or spirit was listening. it had shocked her that he had asked, not truly sure where they stood in their connection. it was the first time they were going out on a semblance of a date? maybe it was ambitious of her to think of it that way. only, that’s how it felt. what she wanted it to be. and her were-wolfing out was not in her plans. no fangs or claws, just the yule tide and the person she wanted beside her. she wanted this to be perfect. a warm, flirtatious grin etched onto her lips. “then again it might be me who ends up flat out on the ice, you’re kind of distracting.” horribly so, to her. has no doubt ran into something while staring at him. laugh bubbling out loud and bright. “maybe we should put a bag over you for my safety.”

[feynisa]

paw print,

was it morbid to paint yourself almost dying? she liked to tell herself it didn’t bother her anymore. even when she’d wake up so frightened, angry and shivering with sweat. almost able to feel the pain ripple up her side. she shook it off as her hand trembled, causing a deep sigh to emit from her lungs. a soft groan and her fingers anxiously rubbing the bridge of her nose. only when she pulled away did she notice the paint upon her fingertips, no doubt all over her face now. maybe today was just not her day. her smoothie had fell,  kitchen sink had started making some weird garbling noise that she was going to pretend wasn’t there until it really became an issue. 

it was a long night last night, she didn’t wish to sleep. every time she closed her eyes she saw the same images and felt the same pain. haunting her. maybe that’s why she decided to paint it. in her favorite painting chair and an oversized shirt she had found laying around her room. face it head on, make that image behind her eyes into a corporeal thing. the strokes of the paintbrush, colors splashing and merging. it didn’t start to come together until her fingers started working on the details. adding the vivid blood red, filling out the many other shades of red. the white of the full moon and the shadows behind it. slashes of dark, death mixing among the leaves. 

lonely. it looked lonely. she realized that then. remembered the way she resolved herself that she wouldn’t die alone in the woods like that. not much had sounded worse. she didn’t like thinking about the details anymore, just wanted something to calm her mind. to let her sleep. she needed sleep before work tonight. really needed it. apollo the cat, who she had taken optimal time earning the trust of, jumped up on the table beside her easel. curling into a ball and staring up at her. practically saying ‘what’s wrong?’ her knuckles brushed between his ears, letting him know she was good. he purred and it made her crack a grin, just what she needed. setting down her brush and relaxing a little as she realized her work was done, the drowsy feeling intoxicating her. swinging up from the chair she swooped apollo up into her arms and carried him with her to her bed, feeling something wet against her skin again though as she looked down and saw a red paw print printed on her arm. apollo’s paw seemingly the culprit. 

just couldn’t run away from it, could she?

[feynisa]

addicted,

feywill​:

nights were rarely peaceful for will, if not for one reason, then for an entirely different one. regardless of what his nights were filled with, it all seemed to leave him in a similar state. sleep at a decent hour was usually sacrificed for chaos, thrills… or worse. when he did manage to crawl into bed, curtains closed to keep the rays of sun at bay, stomach against the mattress and face buried into his pillow, it usually wasn’t long before he was totally out. unfortunately, it wasn’t always long after that that he was being plagued by some sort of nightmare or waking up because, no matter how exhausted his body seems to get, it won’t fully submit to relaxation and the chance to recharge.

he’s not a happy sleeper. he’s even less pleased when he’s waking up with insufficient sleep, heavy eyelids, and a headache that felt like his brain was pounding against his skull. he refuses to do anything else until he’s had his daily breakfast of aspirin and coffee. he wishes he had something stronger, on both fronts. alas, he didn’t, so he’d just lounge around for hours, killing time by watching something stupid on tv or browsing the internet, because his mind isn’t awake enough for him to do anything worthwhile.

before he knows it, the night returns and he’s ready to repeat the cycle. he stands from what feels like his home on the sofa and makes his way to the kitchen, discarding his cereal bowl into the sink and then heading for the bathroom. he only has time to brush his teeth and remove his shirt, not quite making it into the shower when there’s a knock at the door. weird. he’s not expecting anyone. perhaps he was paranoid, though it’s not like he didn’t have a reason to be, but it made him feel slightly uneasy.

he’s cautious approaching, guard always up, and he’s so focused thinking his way out of any potential shitshow that he fails to remember that he’s opening the door in nothing but his boxers, hair still somewhat disheveled. he visibly relaxes, tension seeping from his shoulders as he realizes who his guest is, a grin forming on his face a fingers carding through his already-mussed hair. what a pleasant fucking surprise. his arms cross over his bare chest and he leans against the frame, raising an eyebrow and eyeing the girl, curious and amused. “well, well, well… what brings you here?” he punctuates the question by biting down on his lower lip, because he feels compelled to tease her… at least a little.

anticipation mixed with mild nerves as she waited, could he not be at home? he better be or i will throw a fit. stomping and all, no doubt. then her ears, ones that she had spent all these years trying to deal with picked up on movement within. feeling herself perk up, studying the door and the handle that jiggled and turned before it opened. she could hear the metal on metal, the latches. however, it didn’t do much to distract from what nisa witnessed next.

this certainly was an eyeful to say the least and she was drinking in the beautifully disheveled state of him. thoughts swirling, wondering if he felt as warm as he looked right now. eyes darkening and grin forming into a smirk. finding it all incredibly endearing, among other things. so many other things. damn him. pulse picking up as she pushed herself off the wall, closing the distance between them with thoughtful steps. leaving the least bit of air between them as she could. if he wanted to play, then game on. the overwhelmingly luscious scent of minty freshness and will tangling her mind all up. ignoring his question for a moment, a soft snort left her as they met gazes. “i’m sorry, have i woken you?” her tone didn’t sound very sorry, in fact, she was feeling the opposite of sorry. “or do you happen to walk around like this? if so, can i get a key? promise i won’t steal anything..boring that is. i’d just observe.”  a lot. 

she had never had such an overwhelming urge to flirt with anyone the way she seemed to with this man. especially when he’s the one teasing first. “if you actually want to know why i’m here, maybe you could let me in.” a snicker and her semi leaning on the same side of the frame he was. hair falling behind her and grip on her jacket falling so she could run her finger along one of his crossed arms. “i’ll let you know all about it.” all the previous worries of risk washing away with ease. as if they weren’t there to begin with. she didn’t know how it happened when she was around him. it just did. maybe she was crazy. 

she told herself to stop questioning things awhile ago. 

[feynisa]

addicted,

it was normal to hide where you were going, right? for reasons she can’t even explain. just this feeling, a nagging in the back of her head making her keep quiet. sneaking out and about wasn’t anything new. with how tightly she was kept up in her previous life, she’d thoroughly learned how to secretly get away. lying to her pack wasn’t high up on her list of things she wanted to do, but she must. had to have her own secrets, always did. though it was strange keeping one when you weren’t truly certain on why. 

the mystery of it all enchanted her while her heels met pavement and rock, clicking along. under the cover of the moon she knew she almost shimmered. she had made sure she looked absolutely delectable for a reason. that mysterious reason, happened to be a person. one who she could not keep herself away from. their amorous meetings seemed to be reaching dangerous, intense crescendos as of late. putting herself at such risk of exposing herself. hiding ones inner self is a lot harder to due in the throes of pleasure, trust her. it had been driving her out of her mind, yet she couldn’t stop going back for more. 

seeking him out had become a new habit, so what if she was getting attached? it wasn’t anything serious for her. a lie. it had been veered into complicated somewhere along the line. probably sooner than she would admit. she was getting addicted, felt things so deeply that it made her shake. it scared her. which is why as always she would decide to pretend. to dive in anyway, to be where he was. even when danger lit up like a sign in her head. reckless abandon had always been her thing. just have to hide what she was, great. that was easy. wasn’t it? 

an audible sigh, her nails dragging along the side of the wall. finding herself leaning in his doorway. a soft knock. wrapping her leather jacket tighter around her body. “you better let me in, damsels in distress and all that.” a grin appeared at her own jesting, not because she was excited to see him. no, definitely not that.  @feywill

[feynisa]

hi hello! i’m brett, 23, she/her and this is nisa, my handful of a wolf girl! we are both very excited to get this show going and to plot with you all. below the cut i’ll give some quick information and perhaps a link or two? you can catch me on twitter or discord @ ofchanyeols #2302 i’m slow with just about everything, but i’m enthusiastic so never be afraid to hit me up, for plotting or anything ♡ like this for plotting and what not!

nisa was bitten by a werewolf when she was 16, it was a full moon and she was somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. explicitly told not to be there, actually. she was definitely under the impression that nothing that bad could ever happen her. 

an heiress locked in a cage. that’s how one could have viewed it. home wasn’t too good, after getting bitten it only got worse. mother and daughter clashing like two titans. never really felt she had a proper mom and because of it, strives to be the opposite of the woman. 

ran away from home months after her transformation, never looked back. even though losing her dad really hurt her, she knew it would happen when she left the way she did. claws dug into her mothers arm. after the woman had hit her it was all she could do not to tear out her throat instead. her rage was so deep and raw that night, she’s only felt that a few times since. 

the fact that her father didn’t try to at least find her somehow, to not even check if she was still alive..those thoughts get a little dark so she likes to pretend they don’t exist. ( or does she, dun dun )

had gotten pretty sick before finding the seoulsup pack, she was alone and had no idea what she was really doing. scared and at one point, feared she was dying. 

can’t really forget about it either.

her pack is her home now, she’s deeply loyal and isn’t afraid of a fight.

all these years she’s been learning, becoming, evolving. her strength grew and so did she, blossoming into someone who thrives in being who they are. fur and all.

a lot different from who she used to be, say it’s the scar on her side or the near death experience. say it’s getting the absolutely shit kicked out of you by life. or being so alone her soul ached. it molded her anew none the less.

her being alone truly is one of her deepest fears

beta wolf

she works as a dancer at a club

a wild child, in all senses of it. she’s fiery and impulsive, making bad decisions and getting herself in trouble. seeking trouble. 

extremely in touch with nature and, surprisingly, her inner wolf. 

chaotic good

dancing so close with death has made her very ‘live your life to the fullest’, to have adventure and love. 

bad temper, fiercely protective, her impulses give in to her animal side more than she can control, quick to violence, full of herself, loud, caring and warm. messes up a lot. can be messy, dramatic, definitely a wolf girl. even if she tries not to talk about things she always seems to wear it on her goddamn sleeve! can get very dark, sometimes it just seeps in.

struggles with pack dynamics or being told what to do rip

goes after what she wants, no matter what.

struggles with control, tries to not be so reckless. key word is tries.

loves cooking and baking, often stress bakes

artist

clutz

was so happy she had her lip ring by the time she got turned  ♡

still fleshing all this out so please be patient with me 

i was going to try and put some connection ideas, but they all were vague and unsatisfactory so i’m just going to wing it! this is probably such a mess but that’s okay !

[feynisa]

Lisa - Lovesick Girls Dance Practice

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