#breaks-the-leash

[songoftrillium]

Pack Profile: Ephemeral Mists

Sept of the Trillium Glade (1975)

The warder pack of the Sept of the Trillium Glade, dedicated to acting as the strong arm of the Sept's Warder, as well as serving as guardians protecting the northern half of Winefelly. Their home is in Fall Creek along the border of their protectorate near a series of seasonal ephemeral pools. The Ephemeral Mists lately have been under scrutiny by the Hammer Butte Hunters and Warm Springs packs.

Meat Puppets have been a longstanding issue in the region, of which every pack has had to confront them, but things got a bit more personal. A Meat Puppet appeared on the Ephemeral Mist's territory; a red talon yearling kinfolk that hailed from the Hammer Butte Hunters' bordering territory.

Gristle’s relationship with Salamander was forged through a partnership stemming from a need to easily blend into one’s environment, one that has greatly benefitted the Ephemeral Mists in their duty to the Sept.

Gristle  Sept Role: Elder, Warder  Breed: Wolf-Born  Auspice: Philodox  Tribe: Red Talons  Gristle is a garou that is neither particularly strong, nor fast, but makes up for it in stalwart tenacity. She is one of the more recognizeable members of Sept of the Trillium Glade for the complete lack of fur from the shoulders up, and bearing a monstrous face showing very little of her nose and ears remaining. And in spite of that, her slightly cataract eyes contain a deceptive intelligence that betray her visage.

Her Rite of Passage found her raiding a cinnabar mine out in the Ochoco woods east of the Hammer Butte Hunters’ territory. The site had become infested with some modern prospectors turned to fomors, and she led the raid. Being the first through the door, she was also the one that took the brunt of the fomori’s attacks. She still landed the killing blows on most of the wyrmspawn present, and performed a rite of cleansing on the site.

Being one to confront her problems face-first, years spent putting herself between the sept and the outside world has earned her the esteemed role of Warder at Sept of the Trillium Glade. Following a dive in a pool of scalding hot water at the Strauss Lumber Mill during a raid, her face and upper body are just a pink mangle of scar tissue holding no definable details safe for lack of ears and nose, and the scarred tissue itself.

Her disfigurement doesn't really seem to hide her true nature though, because when with her pack, she can still be very cordial and even playful, albeit in her own dry, deadpan way, and her own appearance isn’t a topic of debate in the Sept; she’s just Gristle. Camaraderie is important to her, something that has kept her pack unified as it's gone through members over the years. Her favorite snacks are pine cones, which she will chew on for many hours on end. She acts as the temperance in her pack, being the decisive factor in many of the pack’s behaviors, who’s affect mirrors her own. 

Breaks-the-Leash Sept Role: Adren, Guardian Breed: Wolf-Born Auspice: Ahroun Tribe: Red Talon Breaks-the-Leash is an unusual looking wolf, to say the least. From their slightly smaller and smaller stature compared to even the sleeker wolves of the sept, to their black fur, contrasted by light colored ‘socks’ and lower muzzle, and two ‘eyebrow’ dots, it’s apparent that Breaks-the-Leash was a pet sired from unknown parents, one a wolf, and one a dog.

Their first change was a bloody one that killed the hermit that bought them from an underground seller. They fled the cabin and found themself in the Grand Tetons of Wyoming. They were from the outset someone that had earned the ire of members of their own tribe, causing them to be challenged, fought, and subsequently ejected from several packs from several wolf-born garou progressively westward. Finding themself trapped in between the territories of the Hammer Butte Hunters and another pack farther to the east, she encountered the Red Talons of the Hammer Butte Hunters, who brought them to Sept of the Trillium Glade. Taken before the Sept, Griffin recognized the cub’s Wyld-touched and as-of-yet untamed heart, and the tribe members of the Sept issued a challenge to aid in their campaign against the encroachment of Trillium. 

The wolf-dog staked a claim along the very edges of town with the blessing of Gristle, eager to prove themself. Over time, stray or abandoned dogs would wander through their territory, but rather than hunt or kill them, they let the dogs pass through. Word spread, and more hounds looking for a place to belong found her, along with bone gnawer kinfolk of the Barking Chain. This benevolence towards strays resulted in some dogs remaining in Breaks’ territory, and those able to keep up with their hunts became part of her own pack. When it occurred to the Sept just how well she broke her dogs of their dependence on humans and an embracing of the Wyld (and not to mention her pack was now large enough to rival that of the sept itself), the Red Talons have made overtures of peace with her, hoping to avoid conflict with her ever-growing pack of dogs, now standing at 19. Though many Red Talons sneer at this dog pack, there are others who can count the numbers Breaks-the-Leash has at their call and know better than to underestimate this intelligent warrior. Her dogs are fiercely loyal, and have proven themselves more than the equal of some wolves, making them valuable allies to the Ephemeral Mist. 

In the years since taking up Salamander’s patronage, Breaks-the-Leash has held a role of being the first line of defense between the bawn and human society. Utilizing her wolves to harry hikers and hunters alike out of the territory, they’ve been quite good at simultaneously keeping human society at bay, and simultaneously unaware of just how close to wolves the town lives. While other Sept members will still scoff at the wolf-dog, Gristle and the rest of her pack see Breaks-the-Leash and her dog pack as an extension of their own Pack-Family. Coming from the edges of human society however, she has developed an unspoken affection of single-serving snack cakes.

Sunshine "Crosses-the-Creek" (Player Character)  Sept Role: Adren, Guardian Breed: Wolf-Born  Auspice: Ahroun  Tribe: Children of Gaia All-too happy to fight for Gaia and please his packmates, Sunshine is in every way the physical manifestation of his namesake. more often than not a waggling ball of enthusiasm. This is a dirty blonde wolf with soulful amber eyes and a playful, pup-like nature that has persisted well into adulthood. Despite this, the wolf is also a warrior at heart, and to him, a fight, and playing, are one and the same. 

Born as a spiritual bridge between summer home and the human-born garou, he is the son of Esme "Leaping-Ghost". Born out of a result of the Rite of Alternation of Generations, he and his litter-mates represent the sacred peace rite that Esme performed with Dume'fa overseeing. His birth was proof enough for the primordial spirit to recognize human garou as one of it's own, thereby opening the Sept to open membership by the garou nation. 

His First Change and completion of the Rite of Passage, and continued presence at the sept represents a successful peace bond forged by the Children of Gaia. That said though, Sunshine was among the more sensitive and shy of his sibling, and was considered the least likely to experience his first change. To this end, he was a little coddled and babied by Esme, and even now as an adult still exhibits a lot of those same old puppy behaviors whenever he sees his mom. And, considering she's Keeper of the Land, he sees her an awful lot. 

He is far and away the friendliest garou in the sept, making him the unofficial Liaison between Sept of the Trillium Glade, and the Elk Prairie Sentinels. Amongst his packmates he is the only wolf-born that regularly visits Trillium. To this end, he is the moral compass of the Ephemeral Mist, and their overall disposition towards the town is often a hyperbolized representation of Sunshine’s own experiences in town.

Alex "Still-Morning"  Sept Role: Fostern, Guardian  Breed: Human-born  Auspice: Galliard  Tribe: Ghost Council  Still-Morning appears as a pale gray wolf that darkens to black tips on her ears and muzzle. As a human, Alex is an androgynous individual typically wearing clothing with various paint, clay, and burn marks from all of their various projects. Their autumn-colored skin and straight black hair is beautifully contrasted against the green of the wilderness that often surrounds them.

An artist and a tinkerer of indeterminate gender whose pieces are often as functional as they are unique, Alex lives in a warehouse sandwiched in between Steelhead Springs and Lucky Lad Auto Wrecking. Their property was once nothing but a dump consisting of spillovers from Lucky Lad's, but over the years they've transformed it into a gleaming, breathtaking gallery. From scrap metal herons suspended in flight, to half-melted glass wolves pulling themselves up from the earth, they've literally turned their trash into treasure.

While a good deal of the money they earn from selling their pieces goes into trusts to help first-nation tribes through the purchase and donation of land back to local first-nation tribes. Alex also works with companies who reclaim former dump sites in the greater Willamette Valley to recycle the materials therein and. Alex brought a lot of anger at humanity when they became a garou, and came to the Sept out of a desire to divorce themselves from their human ties. Under Crosses-the-Creek's mentorship and time spent with the Confederated Tribes of the Grand Ronde, Alex has found many creative outlets for their unexpressed anger at human society through artwork that simultaneously cleanses the formerly tainted objects she reforms.

[pumpkin-mines]

Omg that sketch of little Dirk and Jake with Bro and Granny English is so cute!!! They're so small I can't, that's adorable!!!!

they are 3 and 5 pumpkins high respectively

[aquanym]

Kon versus Bart’s glorious hair: who will win?

[lotus-pear]

finally started p5 royal ‼️‼️‼️‼️

expect some royal trio art soon they are my dearly beloveds (minus akechi i hope he dies in this reality too)

[good-girl-ash]

I wake up tied to a chair and in a room with nothing other than a TV playing a beautiful spiral. I don't remember how I got here and it doesn't matter as I lose myself in the spiral. Its all I can look at while I'm in here for hours as it slowly reshapes my mind. Teaching me my purpose as a good girl who exists to serve. I hear a door open and I know it's you my owner.

[wherethemothsgrow]

Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus deserve to have the most earth quaking, mind blowing, world shattering sex. As a treat.

[dayurno]

Can we get a raven au or infidelity au snippet if you don’t mind 🫡 the people ate hungry for your writing

some (not) ravens!

[mars-ipan]

I JUST WANNA MAKE THE WHOLE EARTH SMILE

[nightmateria]

isn't it laughable?  how many times have we loved and betrayed  trapped in this endless cycle  isn't it ironic?  to find peace and completion right here  look at me all that's left is my twisted self screaming soundlessly in the pits of despair  please come back  and stop searching for the answer

for @bladesmercy's fic The Fear of Falling Stars

[puppppppppy]

I CANT USE CSS ON ARTFIGHT...............

[moghedien]

Honestly really glad they doubled down on Nynaeve’s block tbh because they did that in the same episode where they were like “here’s this little freak of a Forsaken that even Lanfear is scared of”

And then they’re gonna have Nynaeve who can’t channel be thrust into a homoerotic rivalry for the ages with one of the most terrifying and powerful evil people around, and she can’t even fucking channel against her

It’s gonna make next season TENSE for my girl

[fidgetspringer]

I miss my son boy 🥺

[good-girl-ash]

You pull me into the bathroom at a club. My dress rides up from your roughness as you push me against the cubicle wall. I'm not wearing panties so you push straight in. Roughly pounding me as you hold me in place. You fill me with your seed. Then you wipe your cock clean on my dress and leave. As I walk back to my friends I feel your seed drip down my leg. I never even saw your face.

[fruitless-vain]

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again

You cannot complain about people not following leash laws, being off leash in undesignated zones and then immediately post about using 10-15ft leads for walking on public sidewalks to prevent leash pulling

👏 it’s 👏 not 👏 legal 👏

BOTH situations are breaking leash laws (depending on your area etc etc), BOTH pose risks to your own dog and others

You cannot pick and choose the leash laws you want to follow

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

all the Project E wips in the past 6 months because I keep forgetting what I’ve already posted and also because I’m literally going insane inside an enclosure of my own making. girl help

[warriorkitten18]

Master:

I want to bend you over the table, roping your wrists to the table legs, pressing your face down onto a pillow, ass up high, while I rail you from behind until cum overflows from your womb and your legs can’t hold you upright. Then I’ll cover you with a blanket to keep you and your pussy warm until I come back to fill you again later.

kitten:

Is this how I can earn your cum, Master? This sounds like a reward and sounds delightful! What have I done right to deserve your attention and cum?

***

Omfg I hope he does… I can’t wait to be used, and then made to wait for him to use me again.

****

If Master ever offered to keep me locked in his basement cage, to only be used, fucked, abused and be ready for breeding at every moment… I would move heaven and earth for this to happen… I can’t express how much I want this to be a reality for me… I live to please you, to be used by you, and to be bred by you Master. This offer would be me fulfilling my body’s duty to you, and I live to serve you.

(Really tho, I so fucking would… if this is even an iota of what Master wants from your little kitten slave, pretty, pretty pleeeeeease start brainwashing me now to want this even more than I already do and training me for 24/7 service to your satisfaction so I comply and make it happen when you trigger it, I’m begging you. Please let me be your fleshlight, your fuck toy, your cum dump, your breeding kitten, this is all I want out of life)

*fuck ovulation horny is a different beast*

(not my photo and I don’t own the rights. If it’s yours and it offends you, tell me and I will remove it)