#ofdeathandfear

[shatteredoaths]

@ofdeathandfear That nose looks so chompable. Looks like someone got there first.

“ Your mug looks very scruff-able, and it looks like I get first dibs. ”

[maimedmarshal]

Fancy Footwork

“Again,” Kotallo instructed. He watched the boy incorporate the moves he’d shown him on the eastern cliffs just outside The Base and nodded with satisfaction. Valrún was a quick study and took to direct commands well. While he wasn’t as comfortable with asking for clarification on things he didn’t quite grasp, he excelled at problem solving in a way he’d not observed in those even twice his age. “Good. Now, this time, use your entire body when you thrust your spear forward. It shouldn’t just be your arms moving. That will strain your back and you’ll tire more quickly.”

This time, when the boy ran through the set, Kotallo grunted with a hint of a smile. “Yes, like that.” Seeing the sweat coating the boy’s brow despite the flakes of snow falling, the Marshal strode over to a nearby boulder. “Rest. You’re doing well, but if you overdo it, you’ll lose momentum.”

“That’s a lot of fancy footwork you got going on there, pal. You teachin’ him to dance or fight?” Erend asked, drawing the attention of both Tenakth warriors. 

Kotallo smirked. “We can’t all rely on swinging a hammer and hoping for the best.”

“‘Ey!” the Oseram complained, but he was quick to smile, too. Trying to play off his reason for coming out here, he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Say, uh, you weren’t thinking of going hunting later, were you, bud?” Erend asked of Kotallo’s pupil. The big man made a face. “Zo’s got some feast going on in there. No meat,” he whined. “I don’t know how she expects us to survive on no meat.”

Rather than answering for him, Kotallo also turned to look to the redheaded boy seated at his side.

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[rabbitbythemoon]

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

Indulgent memes

The night air was cool after the spring heat of the day. Moonlight dappled the ground as the two walked the familiar path without much purpose other than to enjoy the nightly quiet and the presence of each other at their sides. A deep breath brought the fresh air flooding the immortal's senses, causing a small smile to cross his face. His eyes opened and Lapen looked up as he felt the gentle nudge of the hound's arm to find him glancing down at him. Amusement filled the blue eyes as his hand found the taller's to lace their fingers gently. Yet the gentle touch didn't seem to be what the sometimes pensive hound was after. He watched curiously as the amber eyes glanced away and the larger hand gripped his own only for a thought to strike him. "Val, hold a moment-" There was a smile in his voice as he stopped and gently tugged the other to do the same. His words drew the man's attention back down to him and he stepped forward and reached up to gently pull his face towards his own. But before he could give him his kiss a loud screech sounded in the bushes nearby. Causing the rabbit to jump and nearly smash his head into Valrun's. A hand covered his fluttering heart as the hound scratched the back of his head and glanced into the bushes as a fox darted away. "I'm guessing that's what you were distracted by-?"

[nykrose]

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[Meme]

@ofdeathandfear

Nyk wasn't doing anything important—sitting and staring into space, really, wiggling his spindly toes through the grass. This made his loose hair an easy target. He felt the light tug on his scalp, and turned his head just enough to see that it was Val, and not a very naughty bird. Like a magpie.

"Are you making me beautiful?"

[crownofwhispers]

@ofdeathandfear​

When you’re so ready to take out a twink for insulting your ma, that you don’t even finish your transformation when you go for his ankles.

[chattylilina-archived]

@ofdeathandfear​

“I don’t know where we should go, Val... but let’s go somewhere fun! and warm! We can go camping, and just be us, ok?” She grabs his hands. “Where sounds good?”

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for ofdeathandfear : Shoutout for @ofdeathandfear! Vet is an AMAZING writer, and her love for her little hellhound Valrun is undeniable. He’s such an incredibly fleshed out OC, with so much depth and personality. You can’t help but love that silly boy, and Vet herself is so kind and thoughtful. I love them both so much and my dash would not be the same without them. Keep being amazing!!!

[faemoria-arch]

        ¨   do not be rude to my  faeries  &&                 i assure you  they  will return the grace  .  ¨

                             @ofdeathandfear​           hello again little pup  .

[lorddevourer]

@ofdeathandfear​ replied:

Val: "That guy behind you isn't just sleeping, is he?"

“Don’t ask questions you’re not prepared to hear the answers for, pup.”

[crossroadsfossil]

Dragon hunt

Michelle rested a hand on the shoulder of the wolf next to her, humming softly as she kept her eyes on the creature before them. As far as dragons went, it was neither of the intelligent nor particularly large variants. If she was counting the signs correctly, it was one of Fafnir’s get, many generations removed from the first of the line. Still, the line was something worthy of respect, and the pup next to her was wise to be wary.

“We’re just watching for now, Valrun.” She explained, rocking back onto her heels and bracing against her staff as she crouched down. The dragon shuffled along the opposite riverbank, nosing at the mud and occasionally crunching on the mollusks it found there. Valrun’s change was preceded by a strange change in the air and the stretching of nearby shadows. The fur beneath her hands changed to a homespun shirt.

“Is this something V’mer and you are going to hunt later?” Valrun asked. He was no doubt remembering the last time he had been at her house. She had been pulling out all of her materials and supplies and taking stock of her personal and professional inventory. The list she had made up of items to restock ended up being as long as Valrun was tall, something the boy had been amused at, as had her children.

“Perhaps. I haven’t decided if it’s worth the risk to fight or not.”

“What would make it worth the fight?”

“Well,” she said, “ You could always use the scales and sinews in a variety of potions. THey’d be potent but not what I would ideally want. My hope is that it has a specific type of blood. The first of the line, Fafnir, had blood which, if you ingested it, would allow you to understand the language of birds. Now, most of the line no longer grant permanent understanding of birds, but it is still useful, even as temporary as it is.”

Valrun made a soft noise of understanding, eyes still locked on the dragon, which had ambled more fully into the river. Michelle grinned and pulled her hat off, setting it beside her as she fully sat down.

“Settle down, pup. We’ve got a few hours yet to go. Here- this is what you want to watch for.”

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[sylvansoldier-a]

[ panic ]

nonverbal starters

[ panic ] for your muse to catch mine in a state of panic

Doorknobs were such simple things until they broke.

Tess had let the closet door swing shut behind her, trusting that she’d be able to back up, back out to the hallway of the old library. What she hadn’t counted on was that old libraries often had old doorknobs, and sometimes a decade’s worth of paper dust settled into their mechanisms in just the right way. Or, for Tess, the wrong way.

The closet was cramped, warm, and pitch black with the door closed. First, she turned the knob this way and that, attempting to coax it into releasing. It not only held firm, but began to rotate with unnatural, juttering lurches. With a tight sense of dread rising in her throat, Tess clawed at the lock, throwing her weight against the handle and begging it to catch.

When that still didn’t work, she resorted to brute force against the door itself, slapping her knuckles and palm against the wood by turns as she shouted for help. Her shouts morphed into panicked screams, and her attacks on the door came faster and more desperate.

She didn’t even realize she’d been crying until the door jerked open and light streamed in behind Valrún. He found her curled and shivering on the floor, breath coming in sharp, wet hiccups.

[shatteredoaths]

@ofdeathandfear

[flossinspector]

💖💖🖤🖤

Send ‘💖’ for something my muse likes about your muse, or send ‘🖤’ for something they dislike.

“First and foremost, I do enjoy your canine tendencies. Animal behaviors are so charming, and with your sweet face it easily doubles it’s charm! Secondly... I like that you decided to trust me. I know we haven’t exactly spent a lot of time together, but I would like to remedy that. I’m still very touched that you left your last baby tooth in my care.”

As for trying to choose things she didn’t like.  “Nothing prominent is coming to mind. I don’t know if it’s because I simply find that likeable, or if I don’t know you well enough. Either way, I don’t see you. You’ve certainly given me no reason to do so.”

[rabbitbythemoon]

mark/neck

Hello Silence | Accepting | @ofdeathandfear

Dull rumbles of a distant storm reached through the steady patter of rain against the window panes. Lapen stirred slightly, blinking blearily in the dark room. He squinted at the clock on the side table but decided that whatever it read was still too early. He yawned and shifted to tuck his face into his pillow, paying little mind to the other moving beside him. A gently annoyed huff left him as Valrun’s weight rolled on top of him. He reached back to lazily push the other back only for a startled gasp to leave him as teeth connected with the skin of his neck. The smaller squirmed, fingers gripping at the red strands by his face, but his mild resistance did little but earn a playful growl deep in the taller’s chest. With a huff, the rabbit let his hand fall to the pillow as an eye opened to look back at him, catching his eyes watching him through his bangs. 

“You owe me a damn good breakfast for waking me at this hour.”

[nykrose]

“  i’m not letting them get away with this.  ”

[Meme]

@ofdeathandfear

Fenfaxi limped along, favouring a foreleg. He followed an old fence line to the trees; no posts remained, but a keen eye for reclaimed things knew it to be there, rotting beneath the brush.

But he'd suffered his little injury near more recent habitation, along a cart road he'd thought to take for convenience's sake. Well, this was the price of that.

"Eh, thanks." He'd stepped on a nail, rubescent ichor seeping through his speared hoof. Fenfaxi was strong, impossibly so at times, but he had no chance of pulling it free even if he could get ahold of it. No luck there, either. Old iron bit into him with a vendetta all its own, and it would not release him easily.

"I think it may have been an accident."

[motherovernature]

“Well, aren’t you an interesting little creature?“

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