#bewarethewoodsman

[botanyandbrilliance]

💋 (Nash)

He was angry. So very angry. But then, he had every right to be. Well, sort of. It wasn’t as if she’d actually gotten into trouble this time and needed to rely on his good nature and oddly excellent timing to come bail her out again. The healer had been on the ground and not in a tree, and had been harvesting one of the plants that she needed for one of her potions. Well, potential potions. She had no way of knowing it might decide to give off noxious gasses if not handled exactly the right way. None of the books she’d read had detailed this particular specimen before, hence the need to study it and see how useful it might be.

At least Nash’s anger let her know one thing. That he cared. Not a thing she would have ever guessed from their previous encounters, as he’d always come across very gruff and sort of impersonal. But then, Liv had never been good at reading people. It was entirely possible she’d misread him. It was equally possible that she was about to make a piss poor move that could completely backfire on her.

She’d tuned out some of what he was saying a few moments before, slender hands grabbing the front of his shirt with no special strength, and pulling down a little as she leaned up to kiss him. Her face grew warm as their lips met, just firmly enough to shut him up. It would either go really well, or really poorly.

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[winterladymolly]

“Please take your wand away from my throat.”  (Nash)

The request had been phrased politey enough, but whomever this person was, he’d had a lot more fcnerve sneaking up on her like that. As such, her response was flat, and broached no room for argument. “No.” There was a pause before that denial was followed by a very wary, “Give me two really good reasons why I should.”

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[auburnsongs]

"You’re not covered in blood for once." (Nash)

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“Despite what you may think, Woodsman, not all hunts must end in a blood bath.”

[madamofthehouse]

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” (bewarethewoodsman)

Sera blinked and looked up from the trail she was following. She rarely used her talents, but occasionally the mood struck her, and she ventured out into the unknown. She took a step back, suddenly nervous. “I’m sorry, sir, is this your forest?”

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[hadesrebelofadaughter]

Closed rp

Jess didn’t often find herself wandering through forests on casual business much anymore but Gyps had been holed up inside and she figured the hellhound could use some fresh air and some new things to sniff, Jess had been too busy recently with classes and demi business to do much for the poor pup so it was an apology as well.

She shadow travelled them to a random forest, picking from memory and just let the hellhound romp around happily. Watching her as she chased things and sniffed everything in the area around them, She’d expected she might run into a few people, hikers or campers maybe. She didn’t expect to spot a familiar face amongst the trees and she perked up, flashing Nash a friendly grin as she waved at him. 

She hadn’t seen him in years and wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to say hello to an old friend.

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[evileyeaisling]

Running With the Wolves | Nash/Aisling AU

Aisling hummed softly in the quiet kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron while she waited for the fresh pumpkin bread to cool on the windowsill. Or, rather, while she waited for the scent of the pumpkin bread to waft into the nearby woods and grab the attention of one or two of her dear friends. She turned away to grab the string and cheese cloth she liked to wrap the treat in.

When she heard the familiar sound of tiny feet on her windowsill she smiled and turned back, “Strong Oak, how nice to see you. Did Nash send you ahead to see if I have enough for you both?” Despite the fact it had been a few years since her daughters, the harpies and Nettle, had moved out she didn’t look any older than when they’d first met, thanks to Psyche.

“I’ll help you carry it to him, I know he prefers to stay in the woods.”

[evileyeaisling]

Aisling started to reach into her pocket, freezing when the green light appeared. She barely retained the self control required to not blurt out the phrase 'big boy' in the little faerie's face. She nodded slowly, pulling out the bag of pumpkin bread, passing it to the Woodsman.

"So... I just follow this..." she tried to remember the phrases that she'd heard used, "Kind fellow? You'll take me home, Strong Oak?"

Aisling exhaled sharply, visibly frustrated. She was lost, probably on her own property, thanks to the will-o-the-wisps she'd been trying to speak with. She was trying to make a deal with them to help keep non magical people away from her property, but the kept floating away so that they were difficult to hear. She girded her loins, looking around her as she tied her skirt carefully. "Well then... I need to figure out where I am..."

Nash had done as the Will’s requested, following them to a particularly dense part of the forest. Help it, they had whispered to him, it strayed too far.

He hadn’t expected to find a woman, even one with the stench of bad luck, within his forest. At least, he mused, not today.

“Where you are is a simple question to answer.” He called in response, trying to be as polite and friendly as possible. “How to get back is another matter, entirely.”

[archived-spellslinger-eva]

what is your anger type?

▂▃▅▆  CONSUMING

You have the right morals. You don’t want to lose your temper but it is your greatest flaw. It’s claws grip you and choke you out until it has it’s way with you. If you can remove yourself from the situation before that happens you will find sanctuary. If not, the devastation you can cause is unrivalled. You will not explode on everything around you. Rather, ALL of your anger, that has been bottled will explode on the one person who happened to trigger it. They will not stand a chance against your temper. You have the devil in you. You cannot tame it but you can walk away before it shows it’s face. The cursed ones.

Tagged: sorta by @modithorson

Tagging: @bewarethewoodsman, @sorcerermarlwulf, @youmissedone, @me-protect-you

“Yeah ok”

[red-cap-needs-dye-blog]

"You're not a monster." The Wyld Lord smiled lightly from where he sat across the fire. "At least, not much of one." (Bewarethewoodsman)

Red paused in sharpening a knife with the Woodsman’s stone.  His ascot cap was turned backwards and seemed dark, dark red in the night.

“Are there rumors that I am one?”

[botanyandbrilliance]

Sticks and Stones || Nash x Liv

The fruit she’d been after was rare, something not found often, and an essential component to the recipe she’d been tinkering with. The good news? She’d found it. The bad news? It grew precisely as she’d read it did, in the tops of the tree on which it grew.

The tree’s branches grew outward at lower levels, becoming more steeply inclined towards the sun the higher up they were. Therefore, climbing the tree had been less of a problem than anticipated. It had been the getting down that had proven more difficult. At least without injury. She’d been moving slowly, taking her time, trying to retrace the path up she’d taken. Somewhere along the way, she must have gotten turned around as the branch that should have been firm enough to hold her weight did not.

The fall out of the tree had been not dissimilar to something seen in a comedy. She’d very likely hit most of the branches on the way down, on various parts of her body. As a result, when the healer finally made it to the ground, she was disoriented, short of breath, and couldn’t focus on anything due to the pain in her head. Logically, she knew she should assess her state and try to summon power for various spells, but the stars she was seeing and the dimming vision told her otherwise. It was a bad plan, a horrible plan, in fact, but closing her eyes seemed like a really good idea just then.

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[evileyeaisling]

@bewarethewoodsman

A tree trunk throne in Kendall, England.

[winterladymolly]

❦ (bewarethewoodsman)

I’m sorry, and you are.... who? Let’s just say I’m curious.... 

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[auburnsongs]

"What hideous sin have you committed lately?" (Bewarethewoodsman)

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“It’s only sin if you care what the church thinks.”

[evileyeaisling]

I miss you (bewarethewoodsman)

One Year

Aisling frowned at the smooth, moss covered rock with a symbol carved into it, sighing softly. “I… I’m not sure why I’m here. I still don’t know why I was invited to your funeral. I don’t think we were friends, we just… We didn’t get the chance to be much beyond… I don’t know. I think that what makes it hard, wondering what we could have been. For all I know you would have become one of my best friends. But now we’ll never know.” She shrugged setting a small bundle down on top of the rock. She unfolded the cheese cloth, letting the smell of fresh pumpkin bread waft upward.

“I don’t think I ever learned how you died. I can’t imagine it was a beast or a man, I saw you practice. How… It had to be an accident, or poison, or sabotage, or–” She stopped herself, lips pressing together into a thin line. “You deserved better, Woodsman…”

Five Years

Aisling set her usual offering on the stone, unwrapping the pumpkin bread. She added a fresh honeycomb, leaning it against the loaf. “I don’t know why I keep coming here. Maybe I worry you’re lonely, or forgotten. Someone once told me that fae memories aren’t like human memories. I forget who.” Her fingers brushed against the moss, “My dad once told me that fae get drunk off honey. I kept wanting to ask you if it was true or not. We didn’t know each other but I knew I could usually get a straight answer from you. Vague, but straight.”

“Was it poison? Or a disease?”

Ten Years

“It’s always so quiet here in your woods. I met your successor, he…” She trailed off, shrugging, “We’re not fans of each other. We don’t hate each other, it’s just… he’s so bossy. His woods this, his woods that, mighty hunter, fierce warrior, blah blah blah.” She wrinkled her nose, grimacing. “You were more humble. You were like the woods. Quiet, humble, subtle, but merciless, strong, and vast.”

She sat on the ground, hugging her knees, moping, “I’m sure fae don’t have ghosts, but on the off chance you to, maybe you could spook him? He needs a good scare to knock him down a peg.”

[evileyeaisling]

@bewarethewoodsman

hey, how long does it take before the forest god comes to get you after you leave a strand of your hair and a fresh loaf of bread in a mushroom circle by the lake? asking for a fr

[archived-spellslinger-eva]

COMBAT !

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — strength ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆  ☆ ☆ — offense ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ — defense ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — speed ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ — durability ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ — accuracy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★   — agility ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — stamina ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆  — teamwork ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★  — stealth   ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆  — close combat         ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆   — bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆  — blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )   ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★  — ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★  — superpowers / abilities ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆   — traps/setups ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆   — medic

any lasting injuries from combat? ) –

Variety of scars, though they heal very cleanly and well typically. Most are faint, aside from a rather clear claw mark on the left side of her lower back, and one bullet wound in her right thigh.

fighting style?   ( BOLD any that apply. )  —

COMMANDER  /  DUELIST  /  honorable /  dishonorable  / would have others do their fighting / STEALTHY  / LONG-RANGED /  MELEE  /  TECHNOLOGICAL /  sorcery  / SUPERHUMAN ABILITIES /  has fought in a tourney / A LOVER OF FIGHTING  /  a hater of fighting /  cowardly  / RECKLESS  /  strategic  /  uses underhand tricks /  RENOWNED FOR THEIR SKILL / TRAINED /  untrained  / keeps skill secret  /  WON A BATTLE  /  LOST A BATTLE /  ruthless / MERCIFUL

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