FEAR; FOLLOW

[ five word prompts ] ; Accepting

SHE KNEW better than to assume the Nephilim would react positively. INSTEAD HE, almost on cue, reacted as he would with any other menial task. THIS WAS something she had been practicing again and again to do, to show him she was more than what one was lead to believe.

BASICS

FULL NAME: Senua NICKNAME: Senie  AGE: 19; subject to change  BIRTHDAY: April 7th; subject to change  NATIONALITY: Norse  PLACE OF BIRTH: A small village near the coast  CURRENT LOCATION: Unknown. PRONOUNS: She/her S-ORIENTATION: Asexual R-ORIENTATION: she’s not really sure OCCUPATION: does killing the Gods count  RELIGION: Agnostic LANGUAGES: English, Norse, Latin. 

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

EYE COLOR: Grey HAIR COLOR: Brown HEIGHT: 5′5 BODY BUILD: Slim, athletic  NOTABLE FEATURES: She’s got rot on her arm so that’s pretty notable. 

PHOBIAS & DISEASES

FEARS: Failure, loss, abandonment. DISEASES: Psychosis, depression, PTSD 

PERSONALITY

GENERAL IMPRESSION: Shy, soft-spoken, curious MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic neutral 

MISC

LIKES: The sea, trees, flowers (particularly daisies), swords, shiny stones.  DISLIKES: The Gods, nighttime, spiders.  TAGGED BY: @imperatorre

[ five word prompts ] ; Accepting

A SMILE spreads across her face as she gleefully dances around him. IT WAS a short moment of joy, a sensation she hadn’t experienced in a long time. 

[ five word prompts ] ; Accepting

HEAD TILTS in slight curiosity, unaware of what all he meant. OF COURSE this was a disaster, what more had he anticipated? SOMETHING LOVELY? 

“My tale is much the same, yes, although it can be summarized by my saying that the deities are quite cruel.” And Ardyn smiles slightly. “What a shame it is.”

Smaller and smaller his subject had grown in spite of the proximity earned. Its value, whatever substance it possessed—it was really quite minimal, and to a dragon: as good as nonexistent. He knew, now, that he came upon a lonely human, and with this revelation his expectations rather sank. His movements slowed nonetheless, for he knew better than to underestimate mankind’s resourcefulness; their tactics, their strength in numbers. Crafty little devils, more trouble than they were worth. And when he would do nothing to them, they would be all the quicker to shout at him with venom on their tongues and scream with fear in their hearts. They would raise weapons, threaten him without delay, curse his life—too much trouble for him to deal with. They were hardly a snack, unless he were allowed to feed off of a great many of them at once.

Regardless, this lonely one had sighted him, and he was quite certain of the fear that gripped them upon realizing that they had been targeted by a predator typically unrelenting. Why ever would this change? With feet planted firmly upon level land, now, the dragon took in as many details as he could from this relatively safe distance—several meters lay between prey and predator, still. He halted when he cleared the last feet of slope, and he determined that this one was really too scrawny to make any fuss over. Be that as it may, his curiosity pushed him to linger; he would not leave yet, for he had boredom to kill, and… potentially make a snack out of this mammal, anyway.

Not a sound was uttered, and it would give any onlooker a great sense of pause: for death to appear almost a tranquil, thoughtful thing as it stared on at whosoever it should take, with silence largely about its presence and a stillness to match, would be an experience most unsettling and almost confounding. A false portrait of mercy was what he, more or less, might have presented at this moment. His tail had to react, however, and it swished idly to the side behind him, suspended in the air rather than lowered to the earth. He remained ever wary, if only a little. But, even with that, he would not stay, and he made no further delay in moving; at once, he pressed forward. Gait steady, paced, yet strong with the way he carried himself toward this puny thing in his sights.

If they should bolt, he would look forward to it.

SWALLOWING BACK a sense of fear that knotted itself in her throat, feet planted firmly. DILLION TAUGHT her how to stand, how to fight. SHE STOOD without a chance of escaping, the beast could swallow her whole. what are you doing, senua? you have to make yourself bigger! does that work? this isn’t a bear. 

SWORD AT the ready, waiting for motion. IT WOULD end soon, quick. TRUTHFULLY, she knew there would be no getting out of this alive. THE BEAST would consume her, swallow her up without hesitation. 

SHE RUSHES toward the beast, aware of the ferocity it held. SHE KNEW there would be no escape, should it challenge her. FIRE-BREATHERS were oft told by that of Druth, with teeth and claws that of iron. she’s a fool, does she know? druth told her of them. three rows of teeth, was it? yes, yes. three. I thought four. four rows of teeth? that can’t be right.   

“We are alike in that. Creatures steeped in death. But I wonder as to your tale.”

@putrodine

“There is death about you, little lass, although you will forgive me for stating the obvious if I have.”

@putrodine

Even in the height of summer, the highlands had scarcely reached uncomfortably warm temperatures. A delight for creatures suited to alpine life, while others had to make do. Quite a few prey species had made their homes along the foothills, however, and this was where a massive predator found himself on a clear noontide. In fact, other carnivores were fair game, as long as their size fell well below his own. He could prey upon those scrounging for the very same he sought. A bear, fattened on fish, would do nicely for one as ravenous as he—a half dozen or so, or else his stomach would still complain.

Beneath the sun, a pristine hide of purest white stuck severely out among the browns, the greens, even the grays of the landscape. The light rebounding off of his scales almost produced a blinding gleam, should one be careless enough to observe him at the wrong angle. But the pearlescent sheen to his scales this light would provide was a thing unworthy of the aversion of one’s gaze. He was beautiful, a marvel, almost ethereal in appearance alone. This he knew, and of this he would boast. A prideful beast, even in all of his hunger and the violent means through which he would sate it. For white to smear with crimson was hardly a crime. But he was unlucky today. Perhaps his presence sent all wildlife into hiding, forsaking his empty belly.

Carefully did he descend a slope, feet sliding some as his weight pushed him along the contour of the mountain. The foothills were easier to navigate, and so he now padded upon a valley with his head aimed toward the coast. It was quite a way’s off, but he might find better pickings. It was as he studied the land before him that rich blue orbs caught movement—not the swaying of grass or the twinkle of the ocean in the sun’s light, but something more sentient. To the best of his judgment, he’d sworn the movement had come from not too far in the distance. Not as far as the coast. He would have to descend further, but that was nothing to him. Pushing on, the dragon moved off the valley, making his way down the foothills with eager curiosity and an appetite to fuel his travel.

TO KNOW the hills as well as she, was something more curious than one could assume. SHE had never set foot outside the bounds of her village, let alone the mere THOUGHT of freedom that might accompany her own ability to leave. she wants to escape! she wants to be free! poor, trapped senua...  there they were again, the voices never leaving her. tell me, do you hear them too? as clear as her, or are they muffled and muddied? 

SHE SEEKS the coast, seeks refuge by the water. THE POSSIBILITY of salvation to reside on the waves, perhaps a canoe of sorts would help. SHE WAS foolish to think of such, for no ISLE would be close. LOST would put it too bluntly for her to even consider. THERE WOULD be more for her by the coast, there had to be. she is a fool. nothing waits for her there, nothing. does she know that? no, no she doesn’t. 

SHE SHOULD know better than to trust the words of her father. WATER BROUGHT the sickness, the disease of the northerners. SENUA STOPS to gather herself, to think of her next move. MUCH WAS new to her, these lands were not her own, she knew that. behind you! behind you, look! what is that?  SHE LOOKS to where they cry, looks to see a creature of white sliding down the mountain. FEAR SWALLOWS her, no tales from Druth would aid her now. NO STORIES were told of a beast so large.  what is she thinking? she can’t fight it! does she see the size? it will swallow her. do you hear us, senua? you’re going to die. it’s going to tear you to pieces.  I need you to be quiet. 

Follow me, follow me  As I trip the darkness

Independent and highly selective Senua from Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice.  OC // Crossover // Duplicate friendly.  Dark content, possibly nsfw. Highly triggering.