#🖤 verse. shrouded in darkness.

[forgetfulshadow]

‘ just because we’re friends doesn’t mean i’m going any easier on you. ’ (from my sideblog, @mystraguideme!)

「   RP MEME :       ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS .   」

Shadowheart REMAINED still as she watched him prepare himself before her. Brows knitted together for a moment and then with a scratch at the back of her neck, she couldn't help but question him one last time. ❝Are you SURE you want to do this Gale? Truly you have nothing to prove and I - ❞ The girl cut herself off then as the sudden urge to laugh came over her and she couldn't help but shake her head just a little. ❝I just don't think this fight is going to end in your favor, going EASY on me or not.❞

[forgetfulshadow]

Shadowheart can't help but allow her face to LIGHT up just a little as his does and she feels the warmth of her booze spread out into her limbs with ease. It's SO tempting to just allow it to consume her sometimes. Not only the TINGLY feeling it gives her, but the lighthearted feeling in her chest as well. Too EASY would it be to let herself take a break and ENJOY something for once. But no, she had a mission - tonight though? That mission wouldn't go anywhere ... she could take THIS night for a break. But at his question, she was forced to shake her head. Oh no, even WITHOUT her memories, she knew she had never done a thing like that before. After all, the things he was describing involved far too much WATER and Shadowheart simply couldn't swim. With a chuckle though, she'd respond with the same light hearted nature that he had done so with. ❝Can't say I have - but I could POSSIBLY be convinced to watch? From a safe distance of course.❞

The man laughs, crossing his arms. “I have my own rod. It’s foldable, I keep it in my tent for- Well, for when I am quite bored, really.” He shrugs. “I use for fun more than I do to feed myself, although a good cooked cod is quite a treat after a long day on the shore.”

“I may take you up on that offer! Do you fish? Perhaps dive or cage catch?” His tone tells just how excited he’s getting to possibly be talking to another fish enthusiasts however much he wills his face to hide it. “Spear catch? Some like to get fancy and use their harpoons, but that is rather expensive.”

[b-lysia]

🖤 Just an egirl who thinks she's Socrates, doing; "⛓️💋🗡️🐦‍⬛🕸️🌹💦 Socialist Feminism." Welcome to another eye in the storm that is our world today.

THERE'S POEMS HERE, AND maybe music eventually. (I've gotta figure out a more serviceable mic set up, because blanket over my head and mic ain't it)

My professional nouns are: Fae/faer/faers or she/her if you're boring. I'm pretty, so while we live under Patriarchy, either one is just as accurate.

Tags~

🗡️ #oddwords original poetry tag. Most stuff will get the normal tags anyway so it can breach containment and the like, but this tag is mine and I like it because it's cool.

🗡️ #egirl philosopher hottakes and "not essays." If I do proper research for anything or reference other writers I'll make more of a to do about it, but you can expect mostly just 2-3 paragraph "think pieces" here. This tag will still take you to a few posts, but I remembered that I made this blog FOR poetry, maybe lyrics & covers, not for political ranting. So don't expect to see much more of that here. But you can always read the old ones to get a better idea of what sorta bitch I am.

🗡️ #echoes is for when my voice is in a post. I might perform a poem, spit, or sing, idk.

There's no reblog tag because they're too rare here.

this is a cute picture of me I'm not changing it I look so sassy and unbothered even tho I tottally am, look at how much fucking blending I did with my lipstick, even tho my eyeliner is falling apart

Disclaimers n such under the cut 🗡️

I occasionally touch on "heavy/dark" topics in my prose, because it's rare I find myself inspired to pen a verse over something "happy." I write poetry to share my heart as just as much as I shroud it, so they'll frequently be layered under flowery prose, but I'm not censoring myself anymore than tumblr demands I do. If you're the type of person who needs a profanity filter unironically, you should probably work on that, but I'm not shrinking my space for you.

Positions/Major ideas and things to assume from me (so far):

I am a "lesbian(link)," an atheist(link), and I vibe with gender abolition and the performance theory of gender over the misuse of idpol. Saying that to say- I see gender as merely the qualia of patriarchy, and thus both inseperable from it, and detestable. But if we must use a form of gender at all, let its basis be founded in one's actions, not nebulous misunderstandings of biology or vibes.

TLDR: Trans people are my friends not radfems. Experience death by radical personal growth through introspection, or via a burnt pastry shower if this bothers you. I don't care which.

That's all. Thanks for reading 💋

[forgetfulshadow]

There surely WAS a sense of empathy washing over her as the wolf continued to gnaw at the very trap that rooted him to the spot, but even so - Shadowheart couldn't completely forget the sense of terror still held deep within her chest. It was one of her ONLY memories after all, and the very one that shaped her into who she was today. So while she continued to approach, her stance was cautious. Not only COULD the thing get lose at a moments notice, but she did well to NOT forget where she was at the same time.

They WERE shrouded in MURKY fog after all, visually cut off from what was around them, and if there were traps? There were dangers that she hadn't known about until now. Hunters? KILLERS? Or perhaps simply people trying to survive in such harsh lands. One didn't know, but she could dwell on it later. Right now she decided to stay focused on the task at hand. When the WOLF presented itself as nothing more than a wounded animal in need of some help, Shadowheart allowed herself to overcome her fears and close the distance between them completely.

At first she had rounded the poor thing, coming in at an angle that presented her with the least likely chance of harm and then she dropped to her knees beside the TRAP. With one hand still hanging onto the torch, the cleric shoved the pointy end into the dirt beside her so now both hands were free to pry open the metal prison this poor being found themselves in. Of course if she had KNOWN it was Halsin in disguise, she'd move with more haste but with her CURRENT knowledge? She moved slow and cautious. As to not startle the beast. But MOVE she did, and eventually with what strength she possessed, she WAS able to pry the thing open and the wolf's leg was freed.

Before pulling back however, the young half elf decided that there was ONE more thing she could do. Hands clasped together gently around the BLEEDING wound and with a muttered spell upon her lips, the wolf's leg GLOWED green without warning. A HEALING spell was the least she could do, but then with that she moved back a foot or two and eyed the creature with a wary sense of unease. She was READY to bounce back up onto her feet at a moments notice, but she stayed there for the time being and took a deep breath before whispering softly as if to appease the thing before her. ❝You're alright now.❞

@forgetfulshadow cont.

With a trap came the unsettling fact that there were hunters in the area. Perhaps camping close enough to hear his struggle-...that alone caused him to grind his teeth in an attempt to stifle the wolf's sniveling. In wild form, he was not ever truly himself-...the beast's spirit had some sway, and so it was difficult to calm the trapped animal's nerves- pained whines especially.

With his belly to the ground, he regarded the jagged and bloodied edges of the contraption clamped over his paw. The blood-red of his injury stood out vividly against fur the color of snow and ash mixed.

His heart had yet to stop beating wildly before the sound of approaching footsteps stirred his heart anew. Hopping up onto his three good paws, Halsin wheeled his head around to snarl a warning at whoever dared approach-...though the growl was short lived when he saw Shadowheart approaching. Damn...of all the people-...the one whom was nervous of wolves was the one to find him.

Tail lashing behind him frantically, he pulled back a ways, though could go no further than the length the trap allowed- and it did not allow much. So when he pulled back more than its allowance, prompting flesh to rip, he could not hold back the sharp whine and yip that had him thrashing his fur out as if he were to rid himself of a thick layer of water...but pain was not so fluid to simply discard.

Without much choice left, he pressed his cheek to the ground as his eyes cut up at her...his back end raised and tail tucked under him, he emitted a series of sharp whines in her direction, followed by a full body shudder. After a moment's pause, he set back to the task of chewing at the steel jaws, wishing he could simply change back to assure her he was not the threat she saw in such a beast. A moments struggle led him to lay across his belly and later - cut his eyes up to her in the same sort of shame a family mutt with a belly full of bed slippers might present.

[...it hurts-]

[forgetfulshadow]

❝Mmm remind me to find you a KITCHEN one of these days.❞ When they weren't SCULKING around in back alley's and caves perhaps. One day ... HOPEFULLY soon. Eyelids fluttered shut at the mere thought of PIE and she allowed herself to slip into that fantasy for a moment before the girl before her continued. Shadowheart wasn't expecting it, but when the words finally registered? She came out of her thoughts and smiled lightly. Who was she to judge? Instead of questioning it, she'd allow her to put forth her own answers ... if she wanted to. Just like she had expected from the PARTY with her OWN secrets. ❝Funny, mine's not really Shadowheart.❞

fable can almost feel a drop of sweat forming at her brow –– it should be easy to think of something light to share, something benign. a fun fact, as some might say. but every time she tries to reach for something from her past, it fades into the ether. it's only when she begins to despair that a memory rises, unbidden: ❝ I make a really good maple apple pie. fancy lattice-work and everything. ❞

she can see it in her mind's eye clear as day: the overlapping pastry like a golden braid, spiced apples soaking in the sink, the maple glaze that she always worried would burn if left too long over the fire. ❝ and... my name's not really fable. ❞

[forgetfulshadow]

Despite being FORGED within shadow and sorrow, the DARKNESS that surrounded them in this land felt strange. It weighed HEAVY upon Shadowheart's shoulders and she couldn't ignore the feeling of being watched at every turn. It was a bizarre turn of events certainly, to feel SHAKEN by the very darkness she once found comfort in, but perhaps recent events were to be blamed for such a wrinkle in her faith. Her loyalty had never once wavered - at least not by ANY accounts she could recall of course, but lately? The dark haired PRINCESS of Shar had taken to rethinking everything she had once known as fact. It was a hard truth, one she didn't take lightly but she wrestled with it all the same.

And that kind of internal struggle led to equally restless nights. Shadowheart would spend hours awake, alone with her thoughts until she EVENTUALLY fell into a dreamless sleep. Much like tonight. She'd toss and turn upon the cold hard ground until a noise piercing the night woke her with a jolt. Black ponytail WHIPPED around as steely eyes scanned the camp ground and without thinking twice about the situation, she was up, grabbing one of the many TORCHES dotting the perimeter and headed straight for the noise. None of the OTHERS had risen, and she hadn't noticed the distinct LACK of Druid on her way out. PART of her figured it was just a dream. A test of some kind given to her by the deity she had devoted her life to. It perhaps didn't make much sense, but in her sleep deprived state? It didn't need to. The quiet WHINE of an injured animal grew louder as Shadowheart made her way into the thicket of fog, and before long the SHAPE of a wolf came into view.

At first she FROZE. The singular MEMORY of all those years ago clouded over in her eyes and even though she had faced far more FIERCE opponents in just the last few days ALONE, she couldn't help but feel the panic rise within her. That is, until she noticed the wolf wasn't MOVING. Upon further inspection, she took note of the FLASH of metal as her torch flickered across its surface and all of a sudden, her panic was releasing it's grip upon her chest. A wave of rare SYMAPHTY overtook her and without realizing just WHO the wolf was in disguise, she edged in ever so carefully. Shadowheart was on GUARD, but she wasn't entirely heartless when given the freedom. ❝Oh you POOR creature ... ❞

@forgetfulshadow

It had become a nightly affair...moonlight or not, he'd wait until the camp fell quiet to fall onto all fours and transform into a beast with a wagging tail and a snout filled with flashing teeth - the bigger version of Scratch who seemed to regard him as if he was his regular form despite the growl issued in warning...he did not want the dog to think wolves were friendly after all.

It was mostly a ritual to scout ahead of the camp - scope out the area so that the next morning would be wasted less on studying a map and arguing for two hours over breakfast that only lasted 10 minutes. He was not unwise to how one in the camp disliked wolves, so he sought to depart late when no one could be beholden to him.

Padding along the forest path, he sniffed here and there- eyes glinting golden in the moonlight as he lifted his great head to regard the sky's sprinkling of stars. They were distracting...enough for him to pad carelessly ahead while admiring the view. The mistake he made came in the form of a harsh snap, followed by the sharp shriek and whine of an injured shape-shifter.

Gaze shooting downwards at the steel trap clamped on his back left foot, Halsin growled and set about biting the infernal steel trap, trying in vain to rip it from flesh without ripping too much of his own skin. When that failed, he hunkered down, whining shrill and sharp at the misfortune of his evening.

Hearing the bushes rustle nearby sent him into alert mode, ears perked and tongue lolling in pants as he lay belly first to the ground, whining sharply at odd intervals.

[forgetfulshadow]

❝Seafood huh?❞ Shadowheart makes a similar humming sound to the one he had made just a moment prior and allowed herself a second to search her memory. Of COURSE there wasn't much to be found in there, but she had the FAINTEST inkling that she had LIKED seafood at one point in time. Since losing her memory - willingly as it had been - she hadn't had the chance to give it another try. Lips quirked upwards into a small smile, not dwelling on the fact that her mind was otherwise BLANK and she dipped her head into a little nod before speaking again. ❝Might need to buy you a ROD next time we pass a merchant. Have you WHIP us up something in camp.❞

Aljari tilted his head as he thought of something. He poked out his bottom lip as he hummed, “Well, I cannot promise you that it is an interesting fact about me but I do very much enjoy fishing. I grew up near the docks of Baldur’s Gate’s lower city. If we didn’t have fresh or dried fish in the house then we were not eating.”

“Though my mother did have a friend that would catch oysters and mussels for us on occasion. I was a seafood connoisseur by the time I all of my teeth had grown in.” The wizard gives a chef’s kiss before chuckling and taking a bite of the bread roll he had on hand.