METAL & DUST .

[Kezz]

S A N S A

What could possibly have lured her back to this forest of depravity and past demons? Heart in throat: pulsating, bleeding, choking her as it licked ferociously at her trachea with it's hot sticky wrath. Sansa could not pause, not even for a moment, for with stagnation came the flooding of fear and so she moved swiftly through the mist with a gaze drenched in turmoil. Seeking, searching; desperately, at that. The trees whispered to her questions which seemed to resonate and echo in the dark depths of her mind, and the branches clawed at her silver-speckled skin in a manner that she likened only to the touch of Glaedr, the deplorable little fuck who'd given her both a gift and a curse... except Narcisse was gone now, lost to the unknown wilderness beyond MUSTANG. Sansa felt a scream curdling in her windpipe. And there was nowhere to turn but toward the darkness, the omniscient gloom, holding within it the past which had almost ruined her.

★SPACED darling x

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I X I O N

He seemed to spend a lot of time in the Misty Forest these days - not entirely voluntarily, but certainly by his own choice. He did so for one simple reason: Cairbre. His aristocratic lover lived within Bears Dean, and though they roamed together they would oft return. Ixion had never tried to come into the Den with his sweetheart - in fact, he'd avoided it. All those staring eyes, all the children… it simply was not a place that the mahogany hued man felt comfortable. So he lurked, altogether awkwardly, near its entrance. He saw others come and go, but the woman that slipped out today was different: she moved with a fretfulness and fear, and it caused concern to crease Ixion's gentle brow. He moved to follow, pausing as she changed her direction and ran toward his hiding spot. As she rushed forward he moved with finesse, stepping half into the light so as to stop her headlong dash - his wide copper eyes both kind and embarrassed to be found lurking.

"Oh - Uh, sorry."

He managed, hoping she wouldn't run into his deep chest.

Kezz oh wow the end of that post was vomit

[Kezz]

S A N S A

She had wanted to her face her fears here, to rid the memories which haunted her still in the depths of night, but it seemed that such a thing had been foolish to pursue. She should have stayed at home, should have remained safe in the arms of Nessa - but, things had changed between she and the Bear's Den queen. But that was for a different place, a different time; the fear of what she was losing could wait. 

Sansa had come to dispel and quash every lingering figment of the past, but the naked trees and thick mist were remnant of that night, triggering her anxiety once more. And she pushed onward, droplets of perspiration running down her cheeks, coal black hair thrashing wild and unkempt against her slender shoulders. Who knows how long she might have ran if that flash of sable and silver had not stepped into her path. Druid's daughter gasped and dug her hooves into the mulch of the forest floor. A boy - or a man, she should say - stood but a few inches from her quivering frame. She eyed him warily, a capsule of horror breaking open into bloodstream... Oh, what a fool she had been to come back here. She had put herself in unnecessary danger, and now history would be repeated. 

"Oh - Uh, sorry."

The bay roan's face was a thick mix of suspicion and hostility; desperately shielding the terror that was growing with each passing moment. The stallion's voice was soft, and had she taken the time to read his body, to study him thoroughly perhaps Sansa might have noticed his smooth, unblemished hands — the surest sign of his innocence; no bloodstains, no scars collected from the thrashing of dying victims, no dirt lingering from the graves of women he had dug not two hours prior. But she did not notice, too heavy was her dismay. Instead she curled her lip, ears plastered against her skull, neck snaking low as she mustered every ounce of strength left:

"Come one step closer, and you will be sorry, you will be sorry!"

★SPACED she'll chill soon dw ;3

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I X I O N

Instant regret swallowed his quivering heart as the delicate woman stared, her face rigid with a mix of fear and anger (though whether at him or herself, Ixion did not know). Sociality was certainly not something he was any good at - hell, everyone he'd met he'd either fell in love with or been hated by. There was no middle spectrum. She shouted at him and Ixion dropped his own ears, though not with hostility, more so from fright and nerves. He had no idea how to deal with such violence. His doe eyes opened wide, silver lashes fluttering with nerves, wishing over and over that he had not interfered. Silence stretched between them until Ixion could bear it no longer, lips quivering, hands outstretched in a plea for peace;

"I won't come closer, I - I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'm sorry!"

His gentle voice seemed infinitely louder in the forest, and Ixion thought fervently that Cairbre might hear him and rescue him from this sudden situation he'd found himself in.

Kezz lolll social skills to the max, Ix