#;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

@memcria - from this

She wasn't sure how a creature like this one could even exist beyond the forest. But maybe it was because similar creatures to the yokai existed everywhere... Clinging to spiritual energy and feeding upon fear.

Robin didn't know if her blade could harm this strange beast. Which was why she had taken the nearby girl and run, fleeing so they could regroup.

"It will hurt someone if we let it keep thrashing around. Which is why we have to stay put and think over our battle plan." The shifter began, before her thick brows furrowed together.

"No. Not our plan. Mine. You stay here, alright?" She came to a stop, urging Moana to hide amongst the brush. "I mean it. This is not kid stuff."

Unsheathing the holy blade at her hip, the shifter grunted and tried to calm down, to feel the energy of what was behind and ahead of them.

[animal444]

[wolfvirago]

There were always whispers. From the beginning, as she tried to carve out a name for herself, Robin would hear those sounds behind her back. The giggling. The whispers and soft tsks of disappointed adults. None of them understood why she was going through all this.

She had a chance to do what her mother never could. She could be free, far away from the forest and all its responsibilities. The curses of old generations left to rot slowly.

Robin was wrong about that, that curses didn't exist and were left in her past. But she didn't know it yet.

"You're braver than you think, Dames." A soft nickname offered, as the blonde adjusted in her seat. There was a pause, their eyes lingering upon one another...

Before she remembered what she came in to report.

"Oh! Right. I meant to check up on your speech prep for the next debate. How's it coming along?"

@blueheartedmayor

He couldn't help it. When he looked up at her, the smile blossomed as naturally as the sun would rise each morning.

Robin's rise to this position was nothing short of a constant struggle to prove herself in the face of people who wanted nothing more than to silence her. Damien would lying if he said that she wasn't an inspiration to keep going when the odds were stacked against him.

Once more, her comment brought with it a warm laugh from the Mayor. Most men would try and defend their honour, insisting that they could fight for themselves... But they both knew Damien was a pacifist. He would be pummelled if forced to fight in any capacity.

"You would look amazing," he repeated, fully in agreement. "Truthfully, I don't think anyone would have a chance if they were up against you. They refuse to see you as you are because they aren't ready for someone as skilled as you." Robin was like Celine, in that regard. Women that were too good for this world, who were too ahead of their time as they grew frustrated and waited for the men to accept that the truth was as clear as day. It bothered Damien that Robin wasn't allowed the same level of respect that he had.

"I think they are fools not to see that you are the reason I can win my battles."

[userfrieren]

Howl's Moving Castle (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

birthday gift for @shadowsofrose ♡

[klauswalz]

Wow, Sophie, your hair looks just like starlight! It’s beautiful.

[wolfvirago]

@starsweepers - from this

"I'm fine." Robin answered with a shake of the hand, waving away any concerns the younger might have. She was entirely too used to fighting these creatures... Purifying the essence in smouldering ash upon the ground, left for the spirit to hopefully seek retribution beyond the pale.

"I'm sorry I wasn't quick enough. Onryo are good at scaring the life out of you." She saw the ghost trying to get Marinette to freeze, to suck away her life essence or make use of her as a vessel. If Robin hadn't come, there'd be an exorcism needed...

Her own hand lifts, finding the prayer slips her mother had created years ago, before she was ill. They were used only in dire circumstances to weaken yokai before coming in for the kill with the holy blade... She only had so many left.

"I'm going to assume you got lost." The shifter continues, eyes wandering the glade for any other malice. "Let me guess. Fell down a rabbit hole?"

[userfrieren]

for @shadowsofrose

HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[wolfvirago]

@saheira - from here

"The way you evaded that stuffy old prince was impressive." Robin explained, a twinkle in her eyes. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, many robes shuffling and sliding in eloquent colors along her form. They concealed muscles and training of her life before becoming a princess-priestess, hiding a strength similar to what she imagined the other heiress did.

"Usually, back home, when meeting with men of the court, my father has a screen up between me and the man, so he cannot see me. It doesn't stop them from trying to peek." Messing idly with her fan, the shifter lifted it so she could hide a whisper to Jasmine's ear.

"You must teach me how you get out of those situations, Princess."

[userfrieren]

That's my girl.

[wolfvirago]

@bllcphr - from this

"No, I suppose you're not a yokai then." Robin mused aloud. Though, she wasn't sure he was kami... Or spirit... Either. All she knew was that the scent of the supernatural was thick here, making her nose burn and her mouth go dry.

Licking her lips, she swallowed nervously, before adjusting. There was an odd power at work here... The world seemed to slowly lose its color just from being touched by this deity. Whatever spirit he is, Bill is not to be trusted.

Nearby, a murder of crows alarms, rushing from the brush with a flurry of screams and wing feathers. Robin feels her body tense.

"Then who are you? What are you?"

[wolfvirago]

♥ for kyo?

Send me a ♥ for a kiss! [accepting] [x]

Timelines split and fracture, lines weaving in the cosmos. Fragments of this world clink together, spinning and winding. In a way nobody could ever know, the world has changed. In their original life... She never saw Kyojuro again. He had gone to battle, a mission on the Infinite Train to slay a supposed Lower Moon. All that came back home was his haori and blade guard. In that loneliness, the then Wolf Hashira focused all her efforts, all her emotions into aiding the final quest of the demon slayers. 

She had died alone.

But in this world? In this world, Kyojuro did come home. Robin had been there every step of the way for his recovery, student and teacher, now allies, side by side in those long autumn days in the hospital wing.

Winter had come, yet Robin couldn’t find any cold even when snow had blanketed the estate. She had gone away for her mission, only just returning with a bruised rib, needing to rehabilitate in the same old estate where she and the eldest Rengoku bade their time.

Robin had expected to walk quietly to the hospital wing, to maybe sneak a peek at her love, to smooth the hair from his face while he slept or just smile if he had awoken. What she didn’t expect was to see him up and about-- walking. He was standing under the old cherry tree, a burning red and gold amongst whites and gray.

The slayer began running. Her feet sloshed noisily and clumsily in the snow, faster, faster, until she laughed aloud, mist bursting from her mouth and fanning around reddened cheeks.

“Kyou-chan!!” Her nickname, just for him. Her elation burning bright until she took his hands in her own, tugging him forward, not stopping to think her decision over for one second. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, hand cradling his burning cheek, drawing to his flame like a moth.

When they part, she laughs, not having to hide her feelings, her true desires anymore, nor the joy she had received upon seeing him again. If they were going to die... She didn’t plan on doing it alone.

“I missed you.” 

@wystirea

[wolfvirago]

@memcria - from this

"I meant you look like trouble. Good trouble. Like you dance around everyone's hearts and let them fester for you, before vanishing like a flame." Robin mused aloud, but her smile and glittering blues revealed she wasn't saying this in a malicious sense. If anything, she wished she had the same abilities. She wanted to be coy, mysterious. A woman taken by the wind.

Perhaps in a sense, she already was. A mysterious wolf-witch who protected man from the monsters of the wood.

Here, in this strange catacomb, she could witness the humanity that was not frightened by their circumstances within the trees. Just humanity trying to survive.

"I can tell you're resilient. Not many people are anymore."

[wolfvirago]

If Bernkastel was ensuring her own "miracle," then wouldn't it make sense that Robin's enemy was her...? That Rika's corrupt self, the witch within, was the culprit behind ensuring her own rebirth and tragedy?

It was an Oboros situation... A blackened lizard eating its own tail. She was a wolf, unable to digest the situation either. Would the food eventually disappear? Would her own wish be surrendered?

The rapid fire hints of her companion just caused the shifter to blanche a bit, covering her mouth. Everything was in Rika's hands. Just as she had thought.

"But why?" Robin finally asked, feeling the invisible wind buffet her clothes, blood slowly melting away as the gameboard was reset. Eventually, and probably soon, she would have to leave. And who knew if she would meet Battler again?

"Why would you want to help me? Every witch I have encountered in this sea has wanted nothing to do with me. They all just laugh and call me selfish and childish for crying..."

@lightcreators

Long  hair  ?  Without  too  much  an  thoughtfulness  hesitation,  conclusion  it  must  had  been  Lady  Bernkastel  was  making  sense  in  middle  of  her  chessboard  …  and  yet,  somewhere,  another  trick  must  be  hidden  for  had  pulling  her  particularly  to  becoming  an  indirect  piece.There  was  always  immeasurable  deceit  in  the  deals  coming  from  the  Witch  of  Miracles.  Remembrance  concerning  circumstances  around  his  sister,  who  had  been  a  victim  of  the  hope  pulled  into  her,  towards  the  possibility  of  another  ending  that  could  have  been  created,  couldn’t  never  been  forgotten  …  and  even  the  Witch  of  Illusions,  in  some  extent,  had  been  personally  and  indirectly  pulled  inside  one  defined  ending,  even  if,  on  his  case,  he  remained  an  likewise  bad  influence  towards  the  Witch  of  Miracles  in  which  he  would  desire  exploring  all  the  trickery  of  her  personality.  Did  she  was  someone  that  would  allowing  the  best  ending  of  her  game  no  matter  what  ?  Did  Bernkastel  proposing  her  a  miracle  around  an  consciousness  about  an  preestablished  ending  she  was  coming  for  …  or  did  it  had  been  the  witch  within  Rik  who  exploded  eventually  down  her  face,  showing  tiredness  ?  Knoweldge  concerning  Hinamizawa  chessboard  remained  limited,  but  yet,  since  his  chessbaord  was  the  aftermatch,  no  many  people  could  reflecting  Bernkastel  inside  that  chessboard.  The  Furude  family  always  had  been  the  most  connected  with  Oyashiro-sama,  in  which  someday,  someone  from  their  family  would  be  their  reincarnation,  in  which  it  was  already  established  within  the  game  it  would  be  Rika  regardless.  Within  Keiichi’s  perspective,  the  degree  of  her  view  barely  had  been  perceived,  which  leading  him  little  clues  about  how  accurate  it  must  had  been.  Lady  Bernkastel  will  never  mention  her  past.  Even  one  line  expressed  by  Erika  once  had  been  forgiven  for  had  touched  an  ground  she  shouldn’t  have,  in  which  Lady  Lambdadelta  had  approved  expressed  circumstances.  It  was  a  game  in  which  the  landscape  was  drawn  at  randoms  —  he  understood  it  had  been  pikcing  best  circumstances  who was the  torture  —  elements  of  an  time  loop  cannot  be  decided  by  witches  themselves  !

❝  It  must  had  been  Lady  Bernkastel  retroactively  ensuring  her  own  miracle.  It’s  only  reason  I  can  perceive  concerning  importance  you  must  have  within  your  own  game.  ❞  It  wasn’t  the  first  time  Lady  Bernkastel  retroactively  ensuring  circumstances.  As  much  he  had  been  disapproving  the  cruel  method,  she  recently  did  it  in  front  of  the  Doctor  inside  an  strange  opposite  corner,  in  which  regardless  how  Paradoxes  were  linked  to  Miracles,  dramatic  ending  of  his  chessboard  cannot  be  changed.  She  also  did  it  with  the  Witch  of  Illusions,  but  within  another  domain  of  influence  —  with  kings  that  will  showing  up  inside  his  chessboard,  in  which  dramatically  connection  between   two  sides  would  making  him  understand  THE  OBVIOUS  he  desired  so  deeply  remain  blind    !  For  an  moment,  he  paused,  as  he  mentally  himself  troubled,  bitting  his  lips  over  sentiment  he  couldn’t  understand.  Why  action  of  Lady  Bernkastel  seemed  something  he  could  empathizing  ?  Why  he  was  thinking  it  would  be  kind  of  proposition  he  would  do  ?  For  once,  there  was  fragmented  belief  Bernkastel  did  it  for  a  good  action  —  though,  his  naivety  towards  her  was  his greatest downfall  !

The  Game  Master,  regardless  identity,  in  which  he  would  have  to  confess  Featherine  name  at  some  point,  cannot  helping  over  an  chessboard  she  left  responsabilities  over  Bernkastel.  It  must  had  been  other  pieces  that  can  help  her  more  directly  !  Irie  for  example  !  Irie,  even  since  he  settling  down  in  Hinamizawa,  must  know  many  things  and  had  been  here  during  some  of  the  events  of  Oyashiro-sama  curse  !  Besides,  he  was  dying  inside  couple  of  Fragments  he  read,  meaning  there  must  be  something  behind,  since  his  manners  of  his  death  always  had  been  strange  !  Mystery  around  Satoshi  would  exposing  something  concerning  the  village  itself,  since  it  never  had  been  confirmed  if  he  had  been  dead  or  alive,  and  depending  how  circumstances  were  handle,  relationship  with  Satoko  could  be  an  advantage  …  or  even  how  madness  would  exposing  inside  circumstances  !  Oishi  want to fins  the  culprit  of  all  of  it,  and  as  much  his  weariness  over  Sonozaki  family  was  half  accurate,  he  needed  to  became  an  ally  for  ensure  an  happy  ending  !  Oh,  what  about  Akasaka  ?!  That  police  aid,  that  would  fatally  be  able  to  change  everything  if  he  ever  return  inside  Hinamizawa,  was  someone  barely  known  by  Keiichi  and  his  friends  group,  unless  Rika.  Besides,  inside  the  landscape  of  the  game,  for  be  sure  an  happy  ending  came,  Teppei  musn’t  coming  back  in  Hinamizawa,  in  which  often  it  turn  out  dramatics  concerning  dramatics  measures  Keiichi  would  want  to  take  …  or  someone  else  in  the  group  would  be  tempted  to  take.  Think.  Think.  Think.  Tomitake  !  Did  she  had  managed  to  save  Tomikate  during  one  of  her  various  loops  ?  Did  something  had  been  concerning  reasons  of  his  casual  appareances  ?  ❝  Knowing  the  witch  won’t  solve  circumstances  either  way.  I  know  a  name  that  can  be  powerful  for  later,  but  it’s  pretty  sure  only  Rika-san  might  react  on  it,  and  I’m  not  sure  how  much  influence  it  could  bring.  Everything  is  on  Rika’s  hands.  ❞  There  was  an  moment  of  silence.  ❝  It  would  depending  on  circumstances  of  landscape  of  the  chessboard,  nevertheless,  inside  your  circumstances,  you  need  lot  of  allies.  Your  group  of  friends  need  outsider  help,  even  inside  the  village,  who  must  know  things  about  the  events  of  last  years  concerning  the  curse.  For  example,  Oishi-san  want  to  know  the  truth,  I’m  sure  if  you  convince  him,  he  can  be  a  great  aid  …  Irie  !  Tomikate  !  There  is  also  someone  called  Akasaka,  but  it  would  depending  of  past  events  if  he  ever  dare  coming  back  on  the  village.  Someone  that  Rika  need  to  tell  you  about,  for  have  another  ally  to  consider.  For  sure,  the  person  who  is  causing  that  disaster  every  time  use  Oyashiro-sama  curse  as  an  excuse.  Maybe  not  all  events  are  connected.  Transforming  supposed  inevitable  events  would  fatally  transforming  how  circumstances  will  be.  I’m  sure  Rika  try  it  countless  of  time  already.  ❞  Only  understanding  had  crossed  his  features  as  she  had  been  realizing,  in  which  amused  expression  knowing  the  emotion  far  too  much.  ❝  Oh,  I  don’t  blame  you.  I  take  a  long  while  to  understand  the  obvious  in  middle  of  my  chessboard,  and  some  elements  cannot  be  ignored.  Honestly,  I  offer  you  help  with  knoweldge  I  have.  I  would  need  to  coming  with  you,  to  experience  time  loops  with  you,  for  ensuring  the  happy  ending  you  want  —  ❞  In  which  dramatically,  comically,  ironically,  he  will  becoming  exactly  Lady  Bernkastel  she  met  …  offering  same  deal.

[wolfvirago]

"LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE'S GONE TOO FAR."

unprompted asks [always accepting]

There’s that whispering again. She can hear it, crawling like bugs through her ears. They only become incomprehensible when he arrives. 

Robin can feel her mind splitting open like a rotten grapefruit, and she prays, begging for some sort of salvation again. Come back. Come back.

In this state, she’s murmuring, broken threads of the language her mother spoke. Over and over, the same phrase. Asking if the gods can understand...

「私の苦しみお前にわかるか…?  」

But then that sound. For a long time, it was painful. That awful, terrible ringing. The creaking and snapping of the trees, burdened by the very weight of the presence of a god!

The wolf child felt her eyes snap open. His voice is the wind, blowing the crawling maggots from her decaying mind, her blood!

「開けて？　開けて？」

Acquired in exchange for her lost body…  Her soul- Black, and half-dream, half-waking. She listens to the whispering and shudders, gazing upon the bloodied mess on the floor.

Her hands tremble. She cannot move. All she knows is that the strange deity is right. She had gone too far.

So she howls.

It is not enough.

@deciphver

[wolfvirago]

" evil may have created it , may have left its mark on it , but evil does not rule it . "

van helsing starters [accepting] [x]

She stares upon the beast, the man who had swallowed her soul for only a moment. She could remember how dark it had felt there... How her entire mind, heart and body had screamed in fright and tried like an animal to back out.

They say once you find the core of beasts touched by gods... You may find godhood yourself. Though she didn't like the idea of becoming a kami, nor the notion of Kagemori becoming one too.

Airin had sat beside her at some point as she gazed upon the comatose-like state of the bulgae, the creature she cared for despite his sudden revelation as being a vessel for the Dark One. The dark and ugly truth laid before her.

"He is evil. He is a dark creature, a yokai, and I had let him in. I was foolish, and yet..." Her voice cracked.

" Evil may have created it , may have left its mark on it , but evil does not rule it . " Airin had replied after heavy silence.

Conflicted feelings burn in her holy chest, her hands clenching tight fists upon her lap. Those blue eyes never leave the other's body, his sleeping face.

A soft laugh. Robin couldn't help it. "Gods. He looks like just a boy in this light, when he sleeps. Not the demon who's meant to swallow my soul."

@airxn

[wolfvirago]

@vadershope - from this

Within her old memories of a life and little girl long dead, she recalls the stories and training of her beloved parents. The very last teachings of the Jedi, left in the eddies of time, forgotten and pounded into dust by the beskar laden fist of Mandalorian creed.

She had suppressed those memories for years. But when there was talk of a Rebellion leader being part of that old life... She selfishly wanted to dig up her old remains and exhume the corpse. Find the life that baby Robin would have had, had it not been for the Empire.

Hidden behind the wolf's mask painted upon her helmet, the Mandalorian comes closer, gazing at Luke as her voice allows some semblance of girlish excitement back.

"Show me."