Nov 24, 2014
☾ WOLFIIUS. ☽
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❝ i have no idea what it is about you, but you seem really scary. maybe it's the hair. or the eyes. ❞
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☾ WOLFIIUS. ☽
▒░ { ☁ } ░▒
❝ i have no idea what it is about you, but you seem really scary. maybe it's the hair. or the eyes. ❞
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Hatred courses through the thick rivers of crimson that stem from only one another, flowing endlessly through body's entirety. A glare that stings, burns, as a stab wound, deep through flesh. Eternal darkness is offered through exterior of sight's ability and she is merciless, just as the world has taught her.
‘ … Annie. ’
A threat becomes of another's name, one who composes such ability, such technique, would be quite a challenge to match own brute strength, she eyes her with a glare so unfathomable, and feet fall so confidently against ground's surrounding dirt. Dust brushes into the air with every step of boots' grip.
❝ I’m sorry, did I step on your moment? ❞ [ can t believe ]
Lashes thick with disdain drape against the glassy surface of orbs adorned with such depth of infernal darkness. Thin brows curve upon features of old porcelain, tainted with the dirt of many years and fearful experiences; features so frightening, fearless of situation that may lay next in path’s venture and she refuses to back from the stance that already stands so unapproachable. A test that she would not fail, she stands still, expression lying in the ocean of misery that leaves her so unafraid. Any person, or monster, as the one before her should not be underestimated, yet she holds no ground against the memories of menacing repetition that carry through spine’s structure; she is sure of herself and will not hesitate to play in offensive movement.
‘ Not in the slightest. ’
She is strong, stronger than many others, and this is her power that she possesses and knows to operate full-well. She does not let this strength go to such waste as nothing, yet she desires not to spend her ability on something, or someone, so useless, so pointless. If she does not understand what she is defending, there is nothing to defend, and this would surely lead to endless battle of trashed energy. She is a rock, stare still so menacing as she awaits such explanation in which she desires.
‘ this is a private testing facility. you're certainly not a part of the personnel. ’
〈 wolfiius 〉
" ᴀɴɴɪᴇ " , he releaved a sigh, before amber irises were directed at the blonde again, "you ain't hiding anything, do you?"
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❛ you wouldn't have happened to see a little girl running around, would you? ❜
concealed is the true form; of a MONSTER, the ancient hovers just above ground. armor plated upon darkened skin, the trio of eyes glow from behind the mask as she takes care in the act of silence. a CARELESS mistake may cost her identity, yet it has been far too long ( an underestimation of YEARNING; SHE WISHES TO BE FREE. )
CHOKED gasp in turn causes FELINE reflexes; she turns and lays eyes upon the blonde. ( a familiar face; the one she mistook FOR SPEAKING. ) her cover has been forsaken; she only hopes no SCREAM will be emitted from her. plush lips part to speak in velvet tones, pointed TEETH catching soft light given by moonlight.
' —— do not yell. ｐｌｅａｓｅ. '
petrichor ( heY uvu
petrichor - the smell of dry rain on the ground.
the soles of her shoes have become dirtied with dry mud and weeds; the leather bearing scuffs and scratches. carefully does she approach the fair haired maiden ( not true; for she is a steel born warrior— they share the SAME BLOOD; SAME STONE WALLED SOUL. ) these humans confuse her, but is the other truly human ? the scent, the behavior; it presents itself as an enigmatic ANOMALY to the mind of a creature who has seen so MANY things.
slowly does she set herself next to the young woman. the air is filled with gentle swaying breeze; the ground’s sweet scent of wheat and dry RAIN wafts up into her senses. it BLURS her for a split moment, and she sets her gaze on the other. they stay quiet; and she recalls a short moment when the other lies back, and she goes with her. the grain surrounds the two graceful serpents akin to an ethereal glow; how IRONIC. they remain quiet and calm; strangers enjoying each others company.
lone wolves, lionesses; whatever you may relate them to be. SOULS of the same ORIGIN will always become star-crossed.
no matter how they are FORGED.