#( 𝒘𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆. ) ❝ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛. : headcanon / meta.

[wieldsrage]

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE. kainé stands at 5’10 in her heels && 5’7 without, though she’s rarely without. her hair is light grey, very nearly white but the contrast to white is noticeable by the perfectly white flower ( a lunar tear ) in her hair. her eyes are deep gold in colored, piercing. her face maintains the duality of being both delicate && fierce. her skin is pale, a tad sickly in color. the dark circles beneath her eyes suggesting a lack of rest. her attire, though none would know without be told, is a dress from childhood. cut && strung back together to fit her body once more. a body comfortably && shamelessly on display, save for the limbs on her left side which are wound tightly with bandages, suggesting previous injury && with her always are a pair of swords. twin blades with jagged edges, well cared for like an extension of herself.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE. iron. no matter how many times she washes, the smell never leaves her skin. sometimes it’s hiding beneath the scent of flowers or mint from her baths, finds itself mixed with the smell of sweat, fresh soil && timber from a long day, it may even be partially masked beneath the scent of seasoned && roasted meats, but it is the one constant.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE. again, iron finds itself a constant upon her skin. the intensity of it depending. more lightly if she has washed recently there will be a hint of mint or soap. linen && fresh grass. but she may taste heavily of it after a long day. her skin still speckled with the blood of an opponent. salt from the days sweat or perhaps lingering from the s&& she ventured in or salt water she fell into. dirt, grass… && tread carefully when tasting her lips. she’s known to stomach poisonous berries.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE. sharp && bold. more often than not she speaks with a harsh tone spouting cursed && profanities, but linger long enough, become familiar && hear a softer & soothing sound from her. example 1 && example 2.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE. warm, smooth && firm, but her skin is not without it’s flaw. your fingers might trace the occasional scar or two along her arms and back. her left side, should you feet it, pulsates beneath the bandages. an uncomfortable sensation.

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[wieldsrage]

𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐧 [ tirən ]. tyrann is a shade [ && in all other verses, simply put, an entity ] possessing kainé. after the death of her grandma, as she was on death's door herself, tyrann found kainé && offered her power. power enough for her revenge, && in exchange he'd be allowed to reside inside her body, inside her heart. the catch, however, was that should she ever falter, should she grow soft && should hate cease to exist in her heart, he would take her body for himself. it is a difficult relationship which kainé has lived with for years. tyrann is a cold && sadistic being, with no shred of mercy left to him. he's taken great pleasure in tormenting kainé over the years. watching, molding, feeling as her grows colder and more to his liking.

in their earlier years together, he was able to take partial control of her body, which was a terrifying experience. now, as she's grown older and more guarded, the only time he will appear or gain full control is when she falls unconscious due to weakness or serious injury. when tyrann is in control, it will appear to another that kainé is on a rampage, wreaking unending, merciless havoc. sometimes spouting out curses in a forgotten or ancient tongue. kainé is still aware of tyrann's actions as she's unconscious. she has simply been pushed aside, caged in her heart and forced to watch until tyrann is defeated or she regains her own strength.

[wieldsrage]

in my mind && in my canon, it was tyrann in control when kainé was caught masturbating by the narrator in the witch’s banquet. the shade’s possession of her was relatively new && thus he could seize control more often. however, i don’t think he had full control. kainé was there. she could see && feel what was happening. it was her eyes that stared after the narrator, forced to watch as they; a character that preached the equality and love of all mankind fled from her in disgust. it was a cruel trick on tyrann’s part && another moment solidifying to kainé the "monster" that she is.