#wyrdbones

it's a rare thing, to find one of amarantha's weaknesses ... her secret, right in front of him, hidden in plain sight. any chance to make her sweat, he'll gladly take — dangle it in front of her for however long he needs. which has lead him here: prowling around her daughter, bowing at the waist with such feline grace, not paying any mind to the gaze he feels burning onto him. he straightens, offering his hand. " care for a dance? "

tamlin for ambrosia // @wyrdbones

"Sharpay!" his voice is a little more high pitched than normal too and shit, he's very much still HARD. "Don't you KNOCK?!"

"just kidding . . ." he says, his eyes narrowing a bit with a nonchalant wave. "y'know, unless?" he pops his brows. . . . his stance lax &. head tilted slightly, with his back somewhat arched. "no but seriously, what was it about?" his brows lower in interest while he suddenly straightens his face a bit. not trying, though there's a soft smirk on his face with one brow raising &. the other remaining downward. "i'm very interested to know how your unconscious mind perceives mr. michael munroe." he continues, placing a hand over his heart with a further tilt of his head.

ithan  holstrom  is  a  wolf,  and  though  all  wolves  are  large,  he  is  inarguably  more  powerfully  built  than  most.  it's  a  holstrom  thing.  around  them  lies  such  carnage  still  that  he can  hardly  hold  back  the  mournful  look,  even  in  lupine  eyes.  the  city  had  almost  not  survived  this  attack;  the  way  the  gates  had  cracked  open  ––  those  black  pits  that  had  sat  within  their  confines,  he  can  still  see  them  when  he  closes  his  eyes. his  wolf  continues  in  his endeavour  to  prowl  toward  the  witch  queen,  light  casting  against  her  wild  curls  and  illuminating  her  like  some  bronze  statue.  he  thinks  she's  beautiful;  hel,  the  entire  world  thinks  she's  beautiful  but  he  knows  behind  that  kind  visage  is  a  power  he  could  hardly  imagine,  and  wisdom  beyond  her  age.  he  sits  on  his  haunches  beside  her,  choosing  to  keep  his  wolf  rather  than  slip  back  into  his  skin  ––  he  feels  safer  like  this.  with  these  senses,  he  can  see,  hear,  feel  everything  .    .    .  the  myriad  of  information  that  he  can  collect  has  always  been  incredible.  the  only  issue  is  the  bloodied  pavement,  the  massacre  resulting  in  too  many  bodies  for  him  to  count  and  they  all  mingled  in  the  air  to  make  the  terrible  odor  of  death. a  rumbled,  〝 are  you  alright?  ”  is  offered to her. out  of  the  side  of  his  eye,  he  watches  her  lean  over  to  him,  a  willowy  appendage  extended  to  pluck  something  from  his  fur.  head  tips  to  one  side,  almost  amused  by  the  fact  she  had  been  so  distracted  by  a  single  leaf  in  his  fur.  it  isn't  surprising,  though  considering  the  amount  of  time  he  spent  in  moonwood  today.

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 , tendrils plastered to her forehead from the dampness clinging to her skin. gwyn has always been the most agile of them , the way the balance came to her so naturally . . but she's also proving to be incredibly difficult to keep up with. she'll blame it on merely being out of practice if she must , though they would both know it was a lie. the breath in her lungs burns with each intake , in the way she's grown accustomed to now ; grounding , an anchor that tethers her to this very earth. reminding  her  of  how  alive  she  truly  is. her laugh is shaky in her chest , strayed hairs blowing in the wind as she shakes her head. ❝ forever ? if you're attempting to kill me , maybe. ❞ nesta is the first to give in , her knees nearly buckling beneath her weight. a break , she  needs  a  break. feet are dragged across the training ring until she reaches the water station , the cold water at her lips a reward she isn't sure she's won. cassian isn't here to irritate her beyond her own limits , though , so she will not harp on herself in the one time he isn't here to do so himself. a slow , steadied exhale , ❝ at this rate , you'll be in an entirely different league than emerie and i. ❞