hEYO GONNA BE OVER HERE NOW

[text; Naneth] I am sorry.

[text; Naneth] please forgive me.

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[ text; Little Red ] I don't know if I can.

  It isn’t often that Cato ventures from his home in the woods, finding it much easier to stay in one place and receive visions rather than to jump from place to place. Once upon a time, he used to leave his home for wine and food; now, he seems to have a never ending supply—so, to him, the message was simple: the gods and universe wanted him to stay put.   However, a rare feeling of adventure has seeped its way into his bones, and he’s shutting his eyes and walking blindly into the woods. With no set destination in mind, he supposes this could be quite fun, or it could be quite disastrous—either way, nothing will happen that isn’t meant to. He’s quite sure it’s a sign he feels the need to leave his home at all, anyway.   Take me anywhere, he thinks, and runs between the trees, waiting for the scenery to change. 

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               Surprise is the first emotion that floods Ithilast when she's told of the stranger who appeared in the woods out of seemingly nowhere. Suspicion quickly follows. Thranduil is absent, and many think her weak and incapable of running their realm on her own. How wrong they are.

               She waits for the guards bring him before her, her hand hovering at her waist to grab her dagger if needed.

               She stares him down, not saying a word.

[text; Naneth] I made a mistake.  [text; Naneth] all I know to do is ask forgiveness.

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[ text; Little Red ] You did.

psa on formatting;; i don’t give a frick frack didily dack paddy whack what sort of formatting you use when we write together, whether you’ve got fancy shit up the wazoo, or whether it’s just straight up plain. however i style my own is simply a personal choice, because i enjoy writing that certain way. never feel the need to do the same, or to tart up your own style. you’re all precious unicorns in my humble opinion, so just spread the love       !! peace, bruh.

INSPIRATION - archery

[text; ] I’m out.

[text;] why?

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[ text; Little Red ] Is everything okay? [ text; Little Red ] Thranduil thinks you ran away.

☽☆☾ —–  ;;               「  ʙ ʟ ᴇ ᴇ ᴅ  ᴍ ʏ s ᴇ ʟ ғ  ᴅ ʀ ʏ  」 

          Humans had never smelt half so good when Sigyn           was one herself. Of all the hateful things to do with           being what she was, it seemed almost comical that           something so silly as a scent should be one of the           most bothersome troubles. But really, that was the           thing that made walking among humanity such an           impossible task for her,  so why wouldn’t it  cause            her so much pain and leave her feeling particularly           irritable every time she gave it any thought? 

                                        Snap. Crack. Russle. 

          Sigyn froze, nostrils automatically flaring in alarm,            instinct putting her senses on alert as she tried to           gauge the danger.  Not a human, thank gods,  but            nor was it an animal. It was just familiar enough to           set her dead heart a-pounding, if that were even a           possibility now. All her senses said kin.

                                V a m p i r e. 

          She’d only ever met a handful  of others since the            night she was turned; if there were something she           felt less comfortable around than a human,  it was           another vampire.  It seemed unlikely to Sigyn  that           this one could be  unaware of her presence,  but it            was  simply  in her  nature  to jump  silently  aside,            deeper into shadows, as if that might do anything           to prevent her being found amid the trees.

          Or as if the other hadn’t known exactly what it was            they were doing  when they’d made  the sounds to            alert her of their presence.

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               Vampires are incredibly territorial creatures. They                don't like strangers wandering into their lands.

               When she catches a whiff of the scent of another                vampire, a scent that she doesn't recognize, Ithilast                is immediately on alert. Whomever the scent belongs                to, they're intruding in her clan's territory. They may                not know who the land belongs to, or they may just                be lost, but if they're there knowingly it could mean                a turf war.

               She stands, sniffing the air, locking on to the scent.                Her kind may not be as good at tracking as the                werewolves, but they can make do with their abilities                when need be.

               The vampire takes off running, as quietly and quickly                as she can possibly go. She presses herself close to                 the trees, observing the other.

               She slips, twigs cracking beneath her as she steadies                herself. When she looks up, the other vampire is gone.                With a frown, she steps out from her hiding place.

       “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”