ᵈᵒᵍ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵏⁱˡˡ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ.

i've done it before, and come back before. but this time is different. this is for creative reasons, by and large. there are maybe less than a hand count of people following this blog that have been with sasha since day 1-- since before oda even existed, since before the focus was about the moon and all that. through the years, writing with folks on here and other places has helped shape sasha into a character that i'm PROFOUNDLY proud of.

but, now, as i begin working on a very personal and lengthy project about him in the form of a novel, my goal is to be self sufficient in how i create him and the world surrounding him. tumblr, and my other rp venues, have largely limited that for various reasons that are of no fault to anyone.

of course, i won't be completely ditching rp-- folks that have me on discord can absolutely catch a scene here and there, but it's no longer something that i strive for.

thanks a bunch to everyone, whether you were here for the first url years ago, or whether you followed yesterday. this blog will be kept up and archived, and hopefully someday i'll return with a whole ass book for you guys to read and more :)

you can find my personal at @kaibtw

what happened in exchange was a really severe growing pain in roleplaying sasha, and mostly feeling like i need to alter him in order for him to be approachable and liked as an rp character. now that he has a living breathing world surrounding him, i got really uncomfortable with feeling like i needed to sacrifice the years of work i've put into him just so he can be appreciated.

for the most part, i'm gonna stop doing that. by and large this will mostly effect my selectivity and especially shipping.

he is fast asleep. or, well, as much as he could be. ever alarmed and ready to spring into action, he allows himself to fall idle and asleep upon a chair within loni's hideout. it's pushed up against the wall, his back propped up with arms crossed against sturdy chest.

all was fine until @hembralfa got a startling report from one of her guys that the slumbering wolf had begun to glow and radiate. transparent, severed arms beginning to enchain and circle around him, laying flat against surfaces and flexing their fingers. like a parade of gold-toned venus flytraps awaiting prey. seems that in his sleep, he had subconsciously awakened one of his defense mechanisms he used when in unknown places.

the shackles upon his wrists weren't exactly binding-- he could've broken out of them hours ago. but he didn't really feel like stirring anything up. the situation he was caught in was. . . hard to explain. he looks to @twilium with a muted gaze.

take him ? out ? well, he's rather so used to arranging things himself, it's something of a stumping matter to be pampered so.

good morning everyone i'll be around to finally get to inbox and starters today !!