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sachi&huginn | 76 reasons to kiss ( OPEN )

(      &. QUEEN OF THE HELLHOUNDS ㅡ The shadows of the bar danced across the walls with the patrons of the facility, lights pulsing with the music. The stench of desperation was heavy in the air, many mortal souls trying to drown out their miseries with the help of alcohol. It was the usual scene she prowled through when she needed to seal a deal for the sake of fulfilling her end of her own contract. 

But not tonight. No. There were more pressing matters at hand. Stepping into the bar, with lips pressed into a tight line, her golden hues scanned the unfamiliar faces around her.

To those with a keen sense, they’d be able to pick up the stench of sulfur mixing with the scent of booze, sweat, and other bodily fluids as she ventured deeper and deeper into the throng of people. Who would have thought that she’d find herself on the run when she’d rather turn to her opponents with bared teeth and rip them to shreds—more literally than figuratively.

Unfortunately, her tongue was often as sharp as her teeth, if not more so, and she could not help but to poke the bear. Kobal may have sired her, but she showed her belly to no one. She managed to earn his ire enough for him to seal her powers as punishment and sent the other hounds under his command on her.

All she had to do was survive the night and her own power will be restored. Armies of hellion beasts paled in comparison then.

Her broken ribs protested as she pushed her way through the swaying bodies, leaving behind her scent as she did so. It’d only be a matter of time, really, before they follow her scent here. But the more trails she left behind, the more time she could buy for herself—even at the cost of innocent souls.

The scents of the bazaar were particularly overwhelming that morning, already the smell of smoke, spices and people wafted upon the thick humid air. Valeriu felt out of place without the walls and vaulted ceilings all around him within the cavern systems of Amorium, where one could easily escape the sun and heat. Even worse still, he was unaccustomed to interacting with any but his own species, this being one of the few times he’d ventured above ground upon his own merit. This land remained all too alien to him. He used a glamour to draw less attention to him, casting the eyes of others off of him, but a keen trained eye could still make out the unusual traits that marked him as a Fae creature. He only needed enough disguise to make his way to the lower parts of the bazaar, where the crowds thinned, and the scent of spices and incense was overpowered, by the scent of viscera and the thick burnt caramel scent of opium. 

He passed stalls selling body parts of many different creatures, he even noticed the ears, scales, wings and carapace of some sorry dark elf that had been picked apart to be sold as tonics and ritual items. The gruesome scene caught his eye, but it was the piles of books, scrolls, weapons, powders and bottles that piqued his curiosity and urged him to look closer. Perhaps what he sought was within this sick collection of entrails and tomes. He stepped into the tent, glancing over bottles of dragon’s blood, teeth from unidentified humanoid creatures, and the preserved body of an infant harpy within a jar. Whoever this collection belonged to, obviously had little qualms against acquiring less than moral or savory items. Out of the corner of his eye, Vali saw a streak of movement, light in color, but as he turned, no one was there. It was only when he turned around again that he found himself face to face with who he hoped was the owner of this stall. 

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🐺 Large paws crunched the dead twigs, leaves and other debris that were scattered upon the forest floor. The pads beneath her feet masked the noise of her approach if she so choose. The very air quivered and whispered, for it was the age of Gods and Demons. Within this very era, everything spoke, breathed and moved. And animals of this time, were more intelligent, larger and fearsome.  To humans they were monsters, demons, gods. Every human perceived differently, but to Moro, they were all the same. Greedy, selfish, reckless and thoughtless. While she was not closed minded  to the idea there may be some who were more advanced and intelligent than their peers, it remained to be seen. None that had crossed her path were any different, so they met her jaws and death. It was her duty to help preserve and safeguard the forest from the humans. Particularly that /woman/, who continually evaded her and destroyed the forest. For while humans could not hear the agony of the trees, Moro did. Her ears attuned to nature, the earth and life itself. Her wisdom accumulated over years of existence. But even so, she could see that the age of Gods were coming to an end. Animals were growing dumber and more stupid. It was only a matter of time. However, Moro and her pack would see it to the very end. Moro’s tails rose. Her senses detected another presence or being within her territory. It was not the forest spirit nor was it the boars. It was not even human. Its strength and aura surpassed any animal and mortal creature. Its signature similar but  very different to the forest spirit. While purity and divine light emanated from the forest spirit, this creature harboured a weave of darkness and perhaps, a semblance of goodness. Death and misery clung to the creature.

           JUST ONE, I'M A FEW. » still accepting!

    "You mean how fairy tales often started out having a darker spin to them before they became recounted and retold throughout the years? Or how sometimes, there would be parodies of famous classics, like Pride and Prejudice?" Vivian questions while glancing over at the spine of the book she had successfully located for Huginn during the librarian's absence. Honestly, if there happened to be another version, then that would be the first time she would have ever heard of it; still, she couldn't help wondering what he possibly found unsatisfactory about the novel they were both staring at to warrant wanting a different retelling of it.

    "Hm... if it's not here, maybe you'd have better luck at the bookstore?" she then suggests while stroking her chin with forefinger and thumb. Naturally, she didn't mind accompanying Huginn should he not desire searching by himself, but it would have to be after her shift was over, because she couldn't simply skimp out on work.

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“I don't know. Should you?” – replying with a question to a question was perhaps not the politest way to have the conversation but the man’s reply to her statement was also an odd one. Not that her statement was not. But at that moment, Nunnally was not able to recall how they ended up having this conversation. Her shoulders gave a little shrug: --

“I guess it depends on what you are looking for in your life. But no matter what that is, whatever my appearance offers, you’ll not find that inside me. I thought I should warn you. You look like a nice enough person to be in need for that kind of notice, perhaps even warning.” – when she thought the conversation was over, or at least it was about to come to an end, she heard these words that made her anxiety rise.

How did he know? How could he know that she didn't know who she was!? This was a secret known only to a few and not in a human realm! She looked at the man with her doe-like eyes, unable to fully comprehend his words. He would only be able to know that if he could peek into her thoughts, into her dreams. But even though, her thoughts were guarded. That was her world! She could control it. She ruled it. No-one was ever able to break the walls she had built around her internal self. It was simply not possible. Just who was that man? Why did he approach her? What did he want? Hurt her? Use her? That would be nothing new. No! These were just choices of words. A silly coincidence. These were just meaningless words that humans liked to deliver to her. To lecture her. A doll-like girl like her could not possibly know what she was! She needed a man to explain that to her. Oh, that was happening often. Too often. That was a true meaning of his words. A relief was painted on her pretty face. She smiled: --

“I know as much as I need to know. Sometimes it is better not to know, isn’t it?” – it was lie in her case; she wanted to know. She was obsessed with the desire to learn. But that was her secret. Hidden inside. For her and only her to know. She nodded seriously, when Huginn continued speaking: --

“You are right it. Being a good person or not does not really matter.” – that was what she was taught all her life. That was what she wanted to believe. Power. That was all that mattered, though was she powerful or powerless? This man started to pique her interest. But he also started to frightened her. By that moment, Nunnally was sure he was not a human. But who was? What was he? Should she try to enter his mind? To read it? Would she dare!? No! Not yet. Be patient. Learn first. Power and patience. That was what she was taught.

FREE KISSES

-> They come to a head every other month it seems. Lyric will be arrogant, or injured; Huginn, always trying to understand their thoughts and why, will become frustrated with the dichotomy of their being, filled with multitudes. But even Lyric, tense as they were, knows he doesn't mean to be cruel. Not truly. Not with intent. It is just as fragile as this is: his hands holding their face where they've smoothed bandages over their cuts---he kisses them against the corner of their mouth and their breath stutters. Is it surprise, or because they are afraid of anyone treating them gently?

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-> It's not the first time he's kissed them, but it is just as gentle; pressed to their cheek in a way that makes them break out in a faint pink flush, a little skip in their chest. They turn their head to the dark-haired raven and bump their forehead against his, trying not to give away their embarrassment too much.