#siimplewolf

@siimplewolf

 ❛  come  on    .    hold  my  hand    .    you  know  you  wanna    .    pretend  it’s  like  we’re  kids  again    ,    trying  to  climb  the  cliffs    .    ‘    a  witcher  is  a  lone  hunter    ,    but  even  a  lone  hunter  can  use  a  helping  hand  sometimes    ’    .    you  can  tell  on  me  to  vesemir  if  you  catch  my  cooties    .    ❜

@siimplewolf​  gets this from vvione uwu    !!

 every  hiccup  had  geralt  moving  his  head  just  slightly  ,  tilting  just  so  ,  brows  flinching  just  the  smallest  bit  .  a  drunk  eskel  ?  hilarious  .  not  that  he  was  one  to  talk  -  he  was  suffering  from  quite  a  fast  amount  of  alcohol  too  .  something-something  seagull  ,  and  such-what  he  didn’t  care  about  anymore  .  raising  a  finger  ,  he  pointed  it  at  the  other  wolf  .  or  tried  to  ,  anyways  .  wasn’t  exactly  easier  .        ❛  easier  ,  ❜        he  slurred  .

    that means ‘fite me again’ in Elder Speech

I’M SO PISSED RIGHT NOW.SO MANY OF US ARE SO SELF CONSCIOUS, AND WE TEND TO BE HARD ON OURSELVES WHEN WE SEE WE HAVE MADE A MISTAKE. LIKE BITCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE VENEZUELA IS, YOU THINK IS MINNESOTA , JUST FOR FUCKS SAKE IF YOU CALL ME OR MY PEOPLE ILLITERATE ONE MORE TIME I’M GONNA DRAG YOU FROM THE HAIR AND THROW YOU TO THE  NEAREST PIT  I FIND. 

     |-╰ ✮ ╮-|         STUNNED INTO SILENCE, the elvhen male had distanced himself from the happening within the small clearing of the forest. The smell that assaulted his nostrils was one akin to sulphur, a disgusting and lingering scent of death; easily concluded by the scattering of corpses. Past meals of the beast, perhaps? FINGERS GRIPPED HIS staff tightly enough to turn knuckles white, his observations of the single male bringing down the... beast of some variety, A grand creature, now slain across the ground, bloodied ruins coating the soil beneath. A SINGLE HAND was raised upwards as he approached, a universal signal that he was not of harm; curiosity was getting the better of him; what was that beast? Who was it’s hunter? Still - he did not know if he would soon become more prey...                              “You slew that beast alone - perhaps you are knowledgeable of it?                               My curiosity is... unbound. Your skill is... more than admirable.”