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#v; amaterasu's sun child (okami/youth au)
wolfvirago · 11 months
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“Mama, mama, play with me!”
ft. @ama-tcra-su
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wolfvirago · 1 year
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unprompted asks [always accepting]
@ama-tcra-su said:
The after-storm has already whisked away by the wind.
Amaterasu breathed in the cool air, the sun's rays energizing her mortal cloak. The weather felt.. just right, with the life that loved the humid air scuttling about. Fragant flowers were in bloom as she had ushered Robin gently under her favorite Sakura tree.
[ ... this is Sakuya. ] The sun kami would tell her daughter. [ She reawakened me before the world fell into chaos. One day, she will be of your help too, Robin. ]
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When earth meets sky / a storm is coming...
Robin shivered, gazing up at the whispers of the storm. An ancient sensation, a discomfort and unease that settled after the rain. Even if the world felt renewed beneath such a feat, there was also the strange uncanny sensation that they had been here before.
That they would be here again.
The shifter stayed close to her adoptive mother's side. Not daring to leave the cloak that kept her mortal and solid, a warm hide that would keep her from the darkness.
"Sakuya." Robin echoed. The cherry tree did not move. No spirit whispered or smiled upon her. The leaves and blossoms just shuddered, as the wind ran through them, casting little petals through the air.
"I don't know if I could ever be ready to fight demons like you do, Mama." The young wolf admitted.
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wolfvirago · 1 year
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😘 (motherly kisses from mama!!!)
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It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse. [accepting]
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"Mama..." Mumbled sleepily, irritably, as the pup could only sit as still as she could to allow her mother's kind tongue to rasp over her dark fur. Despite being much older now, she had barely come out of her puppy coat- fur still a dark timber brown, tinted slightly by red. If not for her lanky limbs, she would have seemed young still.
Despite her age, the shifter relished her mother's contact. Any bit of affection was greedily received, her head with floppy, pointy ears going this way and that as she nuzzled closer to Amaterasu.
"I was napping. Do I need a bath that bad?" But she wasn't moving away.
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