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     ‎⠀⺌   ate perusal, my lovely. 

@aromaticalscent ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ╱ ⠀ HIS  HEAD  LIFTED.⠀ ╱   molten, sea-green eyes searched her face as he halted, his right hand slipping toward his sword out of old instinct. wülf hissed under his breath, his body shifting from a loose, relaxed stance to one stricken and ready to strike. tension coiled through him, then slowly unwound as he forced himself still, muscles easing back into control. for a moment, he scanned their surroundings, reading the shrine’s silent air, and a brief furrow carved itself across his brows.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ “You⎯⎯” he began, but the words broke as something pressed sharply into his back. claws. he turned with a flash of irritation, catching the tiger’s wide paw digging into him as if demanding notice. wülf exhaled through his nose, pushing a flat palm to the beast’s face, urging it down with a firm, practiced gesture.    only then did he face her again, an incredulous brow lifting as though he couldn’t decide if she was insane or possessed by some /evil/ spirits to be sitting on damn a tree without so much as a care in the world. 

/ in my head, she is sitting on a tree when she witnesses he's about to be attacked  BUT  take it wherever you would like.

Violet's wide and vibrant blue eyes stared at the man that was still holding her arm with a firm grip. her words and thoughts escaped her as her gaze moved from the man to the tree and it's oddly symmetrical split and then back. sure, Christina and the rest of the troop had prepared her enough to be able to defend herself as a pure looking  young woman in a not so pure world. from self defense martial arts to charming lessons, anything that could be of use to her she had learnt [how] to use to get what she desired and to protect herself and yet...such phenomena wasn't under her capabilities.
            
            As the man spoke, she shook her head at his words before speaking, her voice soft and timid ever so subtly, as sweet as nectar in tone. "I am simply a wondering hiker who wanted to admire the scenery. I saw the shrine and thought to pay a visit since I am slightlyyy...lost" she said honestly while sniffing slightly due to her runny nose. "..thank you,  sir.  If not for you I..could be as good as dead. let me repay it with something I can do, one day. anything you desire under my capabilities." she said sincerely.  she knew what had to be appreciated and felt it was her duty to repay the stranger's act of kindness. "my name is Violet. may I know the name of my savior?"

@nymphymn ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ╱ ⠀ LEAFS  RUSTLED  ABOVE,⠀ ╱  a sign of the shinigami’s displeasure as the wind surged in a sudden, cutting churn. wülf had pulled the reckless woman aside, and the moment he did, the tree split sharply, its branch snapping clean in half. the shrine behind them fell into a mocking silence, the kind that carried an unseen presence. he turned toward it,       sensing how the air shifted⎯⎯swift, almost reactive, as though it had caught the edge of his thoughts. only then did he release her and step back.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ he let out a low grunt, the corner of his mouth twitching in a muted scoff. uncertain of the situation he’d just stepped into, he stilled, letting his gaze settle on the woman before him.              “i shouldn’t have interfered. do you have somewhere to go? you should run along before trouble finds you again.”

  ⠀(   …    )      fucking  devoured  and  delivered  a  masterpiece.  goo  king! 

  ⠀(   …    )      MY  BABY  IS  FINALLY  HERE,  AHHHHH

  ⠀(   …    )     KAL,  THIS  IS  SO  CUTE  OMG

/ oh I'm sure I would love anything from you, dearest.

/ also, no matter the genre or vibe, do excuse me for being lacking. I am never satisfied with my replies after I reread them repeatedly, but that helps me slooooooowly get better a bit. will still always give it my all, that is for sure.

/ in short, drop and do anything your heart desires and [if] I can't do it, I will let you know. do tell me more of what you desire, my lovable.

⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀ ( 舞姫 )  SECTION  O3.
            ⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      O42O2O25.
            
            ‎ᅠ ‎⠀〝   ⁦‪ ⠀ /ˈryuː.dʒɪn/ —-RYU-JIN.⠀‬⠀ ⋆
            ⠀no one survives the final pirouette.
            
            ⠀⠀  in the world of the living & dead,
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀he moved like prophecy—
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀an immortal god he was,
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀a killer draped in silence.
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀until death do us apart.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀they called him 影の狩人.
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀they say his steps never falter.
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀that he never speaks.
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀but if he does—-
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀it’s already too late.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀he was not chosen.
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀he simply was.
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀and when asked what remains after the hunt ends—-
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀only one name is ever spoken:
            
            ᅠ       ‎⠀⠀⠀⠀〝   ⁦‪ RYŪJIN .⠀‬⁩ ⠀ ⠀     ⋆

  ⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀ ( 喪 )  SECTION  O2.
            ⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ O1262O25.         
            
            ‎ᅠ       ‎⠀⠀⠀⠀〝   ⁦‪PASSION.⠀‬⁩ ⠀ ⠀     ⋆ 
            fruitful lungs of passion infused with the lust of darkness, spill poison. to be consumed fiercely, to be lamented in agony, the fury of mourning is boundless sky. it hurts, it tears at his flesh and he begged for mercy, but would you? stifle, yearning. the earth couldn’t handle the source of my misery, nay. the mourning soul drenched in darkness could only ever find refuge in the one who drowns me,        but was i the consuming one or he? was i the broken, shattered by my own hand? or the one i left, empty and hollow inside.

  ⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ( 深淵 )  SECTION  O1.
            ⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ O1262O25.         
            
            ‎ᅠ       ‎⠀⠀⠀⠀〝   ⁦‪ISOLATION.⠀‬⁩ ⠀ ⠀     ⋆ 
            the futile rage of madness, the true onslaught. are we eager for power? in hunger we search the vast earth,       in desire we turned to greed, in selfishness we turn into monsters. isolation pricks at your skin. it claws at the void inside. it screams at the agony aflame. the pulse of life thrummed beneath my fingers—-       a livid life coursing with blood and a divinity i loathed. so it begins. the darkness clouds the minds of humans.          the devil cloaks himself in beauty, utters whispers of paradise; a promise left unfulfilled.