TORN TETHER / FERAL ORPHAN

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9 :  best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)

EVERY SCENE. E V E R Y S C E N E

ukno what??? the first thing that came to mind was kōga’s farewell when he had been extorted of the sacred jewel shards nested in his legs and basically. bid adieu to inuyashas party and gave up on kagome since lightbulb moment kagome & inuyasha were fated for each other & he cant come in between THAT so afterwards of the event where he lost the shards, he can’t pride himself on being deadweight for the group and ( much to his chagrin ) abandons his goal of defeating naraku and inuyasha was Dejected to say in the least ( not purely out of koga leaving it was an amalgamation of everything but its been yrs ok i dont rmr all the deetz ) and those 2 have their lil “”””tender””””” moment which just consisted of koga kicking the shit out of the back of inus head and Basically telling him to stop being a sad dingbat!!!! sjnfjkdnkd then when hes abt to go adios inuyasha says that he wont let kogas fighting go to waste and beat narakus ass and kogas just like “of Course I Expect Nothing Else” it just.............i loved it it was such a bittersweet farewell and it showed that even stubborn bullheaded koga knows theres an extent to living ( in certain degrees )

10  :   talk about your writing

heres what my friend said 2 me last nite abt it

TALKING ABT MY WRITING GETS RLLY SELF DEPRECATING RLLY QUICK jus cus i feel like its!!!! not gud !  but i get compliments 4 my imagery <:^)c 

27  :  describe yourself in two words

Long before even crossing paths with the man, he could feel the primal, untamed nature of a wild aura and smell the feral instincts of an unbiased forest-dweller. These properties reminded him greatly of his partner, most starkly in that distinctive scent of having grown up in nature, although differing the inherent essence of the individual: Killua’s partner had raised himself in nature because he wanted to, but the person he now detected had done so because that was their way of life. And upon locating the source, observing the unique garb, these deductions were made all the more transparent, and this interested him greatly.

The moment he had detected this uncommon presence, he had moved slightly out of range to conceal himself, restricting his aura and hiding at far vantage points. This could be considered a hunt, although not in a normal sense; he wished to whet his curiosity, but not necessarily do much in achieving so–life in this city was a constant pursuit of information. –Ah, but little could be gained from observation alone … and thus he took action.

Still in hiding, he projected his aura–his will–upon the other to give them the sensation of being struck, like a hard blow through the head. While this took effect, Killua positioned himself at the direction opposite from where the other felt the attack’s origin, appearing as though he were a simple passer-by.

“ Hey, ” he greeted. “ What’s wrong? You look a little confused. ”

@intamable

      WHAT  IS  TERROR  ?    do  you  run  with  it  ,   do  you  flee  ?    (  is  it  a  trick  of  mind  or  is  it  between  your  TEETH  ?  )     YOU  ,  YOU  BASTARD  ODIN  /  FETTERED  FATHER  OF  WOLVES  :  the  onslaught  of  throbs  that  assault  the  wolf - demon’s  cranium  give  leeway  to  a  raw  open - throat  hiss  of  surprise  .   in  timely  order  does  kōga  make  a  flitting  motion  ,   reminiscent  of  a  keel  if  he  hadn’t  let  himself  stall  mid - way .   this  has  to  be  hell  ,   in  all  its  tantalizing  SACROSANCT  PIOUS  -  HOOD  .   

       FIRST :  he  gets  unceremoniously   DUMPED  into  this  utterly  foreign  mold  ,   is  given  jack - shit  for  survival  (   not  that  he  NEEDS  any  sort  of  help .   )   ----- with  an  announced  dread  in  his  gullet  that  there  are  absent  details  of  recognizable  semblance  of  familiarity  found  in  any  cranny  or  crevice  in  this  idiosyncratic  civilization  &  scheme  besides  that  thick - headed  FLEABAG  that  he  can  still  smell  on  himself  .   WHICH :  he’s  had  nothing  but  the  utmost  pleasure  in  gratifying  himself  in  that  WRETCHED  company  (   &  nonetheless  that  stench   ) .  NOW :  he’s  still  spiritually  reeling  from  that  struck  to  the  head  which  had  seemingly  sprouted  without  a  source  .   befuddlement  duals  with  his  oncoming  vexation  that  has  already  begun  to  burgeon  in  pre - mature  tantrum  ,   as  sharp  pupils  lacerate  the  perimeters  of  his  vision ----- scouting  for  the  impediment  RESPONSIBLE  .

      MISTY  BLUES  WRENCH  BACK  at  the  sudden  scan  of  a  little  human  .   this  place  was  packed  with  them  ,  but  the  quantity  of  ones  small  &  SHRIMPY  as  this  one  here  wasn’t  profuse  .   still  does  kōga  parry  ;   squint  his  gaze  at  this  kid  .   prior  interference  &  sneak  attacks  didn’t  leave  his  mind  in  abandon  -----  he  was  no  fool  ,   this  human  filet  won’t  be  let  off  easy  .   his  bite  lies  slinked  within  the  velvet  pulse  of  his  throat  :  a  slow  ,  gravelly  susurrus  warning  .

           Inu’s first few days in Koi was a total wreck. Not only he may seem to get used to the modern city and he’s home away from home, he’s starting to miss his friends from his time. To get his mind off things, he has been exploring out of curiosity and was quite a time era shock for the half-demon when he arrived. He ALMOST wished Kagome to be here too.

        Getting back from exploring was a major surprised when he stepped in front of the apartments– ONLY to spot someone he’d never thought he’d come face to face, even in this era– Unfortunately, the sight of him makes him angrier and the scent of the wolf.

    “Koga!? Great, just the wolf turd I needed.” He exclaimed sarcastically, the demon tensed in return. Offended by the insult, the boy decided to insult him in return. “Oh yeah? Same to you! I thought I’m the only one that can get through the well back in the shrine! I demand some answers straight away!”

      HE’S  NO  INTENTIONS  of  making  this  his  ` home  away  from  home ` ----- ESPECIALLY  not  with  this  dimwitted     CUR  around  him !   he  can  barely  keep  his  head  straight  what  with  all  the  endless  FUMES  that  seem  to  rankle  onto  the  other  like  a  tangible  vice .   he  brandishes  his  bestial  comportment  with  guarded  PARRY ,   a  snag  of  sharp  teeth  unfurls  &  sullies  his  lips  pulled  taut  from  renewed  irritation ,  an  exhale  of  an  expletive  billows  on  forth  like  a  snarl  before  his  brows  knot  a  heavy  CREASE  betwixt  the  skin  ------  furrowing  before  his  tone  stirs  &  shakes  into  a  brew  of  derision  :  murky  with  his  searing  scorn  ,  &    medicinal  in  that  it  stings  .   kōga  shoulders  this  smooth  delivery  with  a  cocksure  bearing  ,   daring  to  lurch  forward  into  the  runt’s  profile  .   he  lays  his  sights  on  him  &  immediately  demands  answers  from  him  right  away ------ ?!?  this  whining  mongrel  has  another  thing  comin’  to  him  ------  !!

@intamable. // pre - plotted!

// ✾ ; ——

                         AESTHETICS  HAS  SET  THE  TONE for  the  scenario  at hand  :  paperback  cradled  betwixt  digits  as  frame  leans  back  atop  the bench  neighboring  the  seaside.  bookmark  temporarily  secured  amidst glossed  lips ,  the  idol  readies  herself  to  immerse  in  the  habitual  routine , yet  is  ONCE  AGAIN  bombarded  with  an  ever-growing  familiar  sensation  of unease.  literature  is  placed  'pon  crossed  legs ,  cranium  turns  left ,  right. NOTHING. dismissal  with  a  sigh ,  conscience  struggles  to  return  to  original  procedure  ;  yet  anxiety  does  not  waver  :  vermilion  brows  narrow , BEARING  BRAVERY to  look  once  more —— a  sharp  movement  of  feminine profile  summed  to  a JERK caused  by  rapid  nerves  fall  forth ,  the masculine  form  adjacent  to  the  seating  area  was  starting  to  become ever-present.  impulse  reigns ,  artificial  mahoganies  widening  (  WHAT  DID THEY WANT  WITH  HER? ).  this  was NOT the  first  time  the  individual CONVENIENTLY ended  up  in  the  same  area  as  she ,  as  this  has  been calculated  to  be  a  three  -  day occurrence.  lips  part ,  bewilderment  heeding the  wheel  as  briar  verbalizes  a POSSIBLE theory ,  ❝ excuse me .  .  .  I  may  be  looking  at  this  the  wrong  way ,  and ,  I  APOLOGIZE  if  so ,  b - but … are  you FOLLOWING me … ? ❞    

      THIS  WAS  YOUR  TYPE  OF  BURNING  -----  the  bones  &  marrows  of  your  gutted  kindred  caste  into  fiery  maws  of  an  impious  EDEN    /  where  the  roses  are  crumbs  &  apples  are  ashes  /  &  the  ache  in  you  eats  itself  to  stay  alive   :   the  way  he  carries  himself  is  nothing  short  of  unbridled  CONFIDENCE  ,   (      A  WOLF - EATS - WOLF  WORLD  /  the  wolf  already  writhing  ,   slick  &   clawing  within  the  other  /  which  one  lies  in  wait  :  the  corpse  or  the  one  that  goes  back  for  it  ?   )   his  silence  speaks  volumes  ,   an  undiluted  PLUMAGE  of  weight  that  maintains  leveled  with  his  entrenched  RUGGED  NONCHALANCE .  though  it  isn’t  a  silence  to  be  held  accountable  for ,  lets  his  neck  only  crane  along  with  his  head  a  fraction  of  a  purposeful  tilt  before  his  misty  blues  hue  with  a  sliver  of  something  unfathomably  WOLFISH  ------  though  his  head  remains  even  .   kōga’s  gaze  fosters  a  subliminal  sheen  of  glow  towards  the  girl’s ,  lies  the  reckonings  of  rivers  ;  banquets  of  bones  .   (      he - wolf ,  feasts  away  on  the  thinning  minutes  ,   if  not  the  conclusion  of  a  bound  lamb   )   :   the  notion  of  tracking  is  familiar  to  him  to  a  fond  degree  -----  tracking  prey  ,   tracking  prints  ,   tracking  pack .   he  entertains  this  very  instinctual  impulse  like  a  SECOND  HEART  .   it  comes  with  the  epithet ------  his  very  PRIDE  IN  BLOOD  .   at  this  sudden  call - to - attention ,  the  wolf - demon  all  but  chuffs ,  not  out  of  particular  displeasure .  though  more - so  a  way  to  extract  the  conversation .

      ❝   OH  GREAT ,  no  wonder  i  was  getting  heart  palpitations .   ❞  his  aggravation  flares ,  rears  his  face  into  something  formidable .  irritation  can  only  further  crease  his  CLIPPED  tone ,  his  arms  in  quick  tandem  encapsulates  to  &  fro  his  chest .  he  swallows  his  own  treacly  poison  that  SKULKS  in  the  root  of  his  maw  before  the  forged  &  familiarized  act  of  ENMITY  besots  him .  the  PUNGENT  MIASMA  of  MUTT    permeates  &  tangibly  strings  along ,  perched  heavy  like  a  boulder  atop  his  chest ------ the  odor   continues  to  waft  incessantly  to  his  general  presence  &  so  he  punctuates  his  particular  annoyance  with  a  ` tch ` .