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don’t make me go wumbo ([personal profile] grice) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-06-11 09:54 pm

june/july catch-all!

Who: falco, shōyō & ammy w/ friends, old and new!
What: just a place to put some closed tls for an undetermined amount of time! i've been megabad at writing open tls lately but would still adore to write something special up just for you! hmu [plurk.com profile] liberos for a starter or plot with me!
When: june & july for now!
Where: corners of trench!

Content Warnings: check out the headers for their appropriate cws! mentions/description of cannibalism & gore, ghosts, animal abuse, mentions of possession and death.

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@blue | cw: ghosts, animal abuse, eventual mentions of possession and death

[personal profile] brushy 2022-06-12 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ amaterasu was no stranger to ghosts. she’s sat and conversed with them on many occasions, and when on a fine summer day on her usual runs across trench, her coat thin and slim against her frame to battle the heat, she sees a soul that she once had, so long ago but seeming like yesterday: rao, the priestess, shimmering like a faded memory, once slain by a dreadful fox who then used her corpse as a puppet.

amaterasu would, of course, meet with the apparition; this one had a connection with her. they both follow each other— the wolf, with whines and groans that clearly showed her attempts at communication. her tail wags high, then droops, then so did her pointed ears, folding back as her black lips thinned. something was wrong, and rao was becoming more and more agitated. she could not leave. she was lost. she didn’t know where she was beyond a maddening void that made her lash out— ammy kept close to her, wanting to help her move on dearly and release her from the anchor that kept her earthed in trench. so far from home and so far from the peace she deserved . . .

the more the woman’s phantom raged, the more she twisted and pulled a mask to her face. she would strike the wolf once she’s gained enough solidity, attempt to pin her and unleash her insane barrage upon her—

the most the amaterasu would do, confused, was sprint away from the attempts with folded ears and her tail tucked; a rare sight for a creature that exuded confidence and combat-ready leadership. here, and now, her body says: i am frightened, i do not wish to fight you. she never runs completely, no. only out of range. she would not leave rao in that state. never.

but what does she do, when what she usually relies on doesn’t work? amaterasu lowers her head, paces anxiously and whines, whimpering loudly and consistently between stressful, hastened pants.

how do i help you?” ]
Edited 2022-06-12 12:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-06-12 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's fortunate that, at this point, Blue has encountered the phenomenon of hauntings which have cropped up this month. it's different than months prior, so simply dispelling them through convincing them of their need to move along won't pan out. speaking to locals who have witnessed the specters before has been very helpful...but it doesn't dispel the alarm Blue feels when he sees the wolf plagued by a haunting of her own.]

Ammy...!

[when the ghost seeks to lash out again, its blow bounces off a faint, honeycombed barrier of Blue's making. while he remains at a distance with his arm outstretched, his omen bounds over to put himself between the wolf and her tormenter.]
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[personal profile] brushy 2022-06-14 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "oh, blue," her thanks is implied, her ears still folded so close to her skull. her whine starts with an attempt at a mrr, that softens into a consistent bleat. it's hard for ammy to become somewhat lost in what to do. she always rushes in with a plan. today, she's out of plans. the masked priestess seems to throw a fit at the intervention, gesturing wildly and kicking her heels against the floor, lastly pulling of her mask to whirl it onto those in her way. before it can hit, it fades in a wisp, and so does she.

"she is outraged . . . she has every reason to be." ]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-06-14 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Justified or not... Her violence won't be the answer she seeks.

[though the ghost has vanished, Blue is still on-guard, his psionic sense combing the area for sign of her as he approaches the wolf, the extended hand lowering, reaching toward her.]

Are you hurt?
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[personal profile] brushy 2022-06-15 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ amaterasu sniffs the extended hand and licks it, gentle and sweetly.

"nothing that impairs me. her killer has kicked me a time. it fades quite easily." in other words— weak kicks, bro! try harder! "but hear me, 'tis not her fault. she is not in her right mind. we must free her." ]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-06-16 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[after the lick, Blue rests his hand atop her head for a moment before stroking her fur back and letting his hand withdraw naturally.

now that he's close, he can speak aloud, but...well, he's a Mu, so telepathy comes just as naturally; why stop now?]


Did she wash up as we all did? Or is she an apparition manifested from you directly?