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i love wolves and women

my ask box is open for requests (which i don't promise to draw, but will consider) and any kind of asks or whatever you'd like to say to me.

art tag: #sasha draws

off topic tag: #sasha rambles

She did what she had to do from the very beginning. This problem, this annoying nuisance - is dead, her insides painting the snow with a nauseating pattern. She fell at her hand, as was destined. The star blade in her clenched fist has faded, no longer able to burn the nightmarish entity that is Folly.

A fragile creature, deluding herself as a demigod; she broke so easily once Folly stopped playing. Irritation begins to boil in her chest, bubbling over: it’s too simple, too quick. She wants to kick her, order her to rise, stop this circus, take the blade again and continue their dance of stars and darkness, but the reality is that Folly has killed Shad. She obeyed the parasite gnawing at her from within, whispering: get rid of her. Erase her from your existence and forget. She obeyed the pressure from MR, insisting it’s unsafe to keep a Dreamwalker nearby.

And now she’s here. Hovering over the frozen body of the wolf, as if she’d never taken another life before. Three huge gaping wounds on Shad’s stomach echo in her own, waves crashing over the already lingering memories of betrayal, of... truth.

Yes. This is the truth. And Shad has experienced it in all its glory. Folly should envy her. The pitiful Dreamwalker has received what she herself can only dream of; envy, hatred, that’s how she’ll explain the creeping feeling of emptiness and despair at the realization that no one will challenge her anymore, like Shad, that no one’s nightmares will taste the same as hers, that no one will talk to her about meaningless worldly things while she hides in the shadows of a bedroom.

Involuntarily, a low growl escapes her throat, her claws descending towards Shad’s face, towards her extinguished eyes. She wants to tear them out, to rip her apart, just to quell the storm within herself and free herself from that soulless gaze.

“You weren’t supposed to go before me.”

But even despite the cries of Folly's bloodthirsty nature, something else echoes within. This something doesn't want to leave her body to freeze in the forest until someone finds it. She wants to pick her up and bury her under one of her aspen trees. To visit and remember all those abnormal emotions that Shad made her experience, and the pain that made her feel alive.

it's also awkward since we share a name but sasha isn't my name irl so it's fine by me but i wonder if it's weird for the others? idk i just can't really have a sona without eventually giving it too much of a lore/it's own character where at some point it's more of an alter ego oc than an actual sona. that's what happened to shad

yet another selfship of mine. and my werewolf sona!