10-06-2018, 10:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-06-2018, 10:40 PM by NUI HARIME.)
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// your writing is lovely <3 welcome to snowbound
nui knows of blood and teeth very well. she knows of expectations; being born to fit into a role. molded into it; hammered into it like a hammer might bend the iron. since she was born, her life was not her own. tailored to a specific purpose. so specifically created so that she could not be anything else. it was a curse.
the innocence of her youth has long lost her. perhaps it was never a thing to begin with. when she was young, she was bold and ragyo taught her that she was meant for great things. the expectations were already seared into her brain before she could even begin to think about rebelling against them. destined for greatness, and yet only a tool. ironic, and truly pitiful.
she is a living parasite. she feeds on blood, and yet her appearances deceive nothing of her true nature. when many look at her, they do not stop to think twice of what may be roiling underneath, just beneath the surface. she is just a bunny. a prey animal. the perfect visage of warmth and helplessness. but she's always been exceptional at marking her perception with lies.
the devil in pink. snowbound has already harbored a monster. unassuming of the malignancy beneath. but that is fine with nui. it is fine with her.
she is outside of camp. outside today because she is looking for something to soothe the fiendish ache in her heart. ever since her abrupt metamorphosis, the taste of blood was scarce. she had once been a feline. a domestic one, a small one, yet it was built for blood and it was built to hunt. but now that was no longer, and against her better wishes, her stomach churned at the introduction of flesh. the first time she had tried eating viscera within this odd, strange vessel had been nothing short of dissatisfying. now, she was still testing the boundaries of what she could digest. only blood for now. small, tiny quantities to keep her body warm and keep the hunger at bay. hunting as a rabbit... it was unorthodox, but it was funny. the un-sentient creatures could never anticipate a thing with their dull little mind. the squirrels, the mice, the fellow rabbits that that lingered around, thinking it was safe-- not knowing there to be danger from a supposed brethren-- only to be caught unawares by nails that no one would expect to be dangerous coming from a prey animal... it was nothing short of mystifying in all the downright awful ways.
and then she'd get to lap up her reward in the form of carmine fluid from nails that tore across soft flesh. sustenance to the parasite that she was.
her search for food was unsuccessful today. her interest caught by the rousing scent at the border, and a face coming to greet it. the icestriker bounds daintily across clear snow, limbs stretching to cover the distance.
"greetings, ami," there is not much to say now. riku has asked the most crucial question of all, and nui's twinkling sapphire eye rests on the young sable lion.
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SNOWBOUND
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ICESTRIKER
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
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// your writing is lovely <3 welcome to snowbound
nui knows of blood and teeth very well. she knows of expectations; being born to fit into a role. molded into it; hammered into it like a hammer might bend the iron. since she was born, her life was not her own. tailored to a specific purpose. so specifically created so that she could not be anything else. it was a curse.
the innocence of her youth has long lost her. perhaps it was never a thing to begin with. when she was young, she was bold and ragyo taught her that she was meant for great things. the expectations were already seared into her brain before she could even begin to think about rebelling against them. destined for greatness, and yet only a tool. ironic, and truly pitiful.
she is a living parasite. she feeds on blood, and yet her appearances deceive nothing of her true nature. when many look at her, they do not stop to think twice of what may be roiling underneath, just beneath the surface. she is just a bunny. a prey animal. the perfect visage of warmth and helplessness. but she's always been exceptional at marking her perception with lies.
the devil in pink. snowbound has already harbored a monster. unassuming of the malignancy beneath. but that is fine with nui. it is fine with her.
she is outside of camp. outside today because she is looking for something to soothe the fiendish ache in her heart. ever since her abrupt metamorphosis, the taste of blood was scarce. she had once been a feline. a domestic one, a small one, yet it was built for blood and it was built to hunt. but now that was no longer, and against her better wishes, her stomach churned at the introduction of flesh. the first time she had tried eating viscera within this odd, strange vessel had been nothing short of dissatisfying. now, she was still testing the boundaries of what she could digest. only blood for now. small, tiny quantities to keep her body warm and keep the hunger at bay. hunting as a rabbit... it was unorthodox, but it was funny. the un-sentient creatures could never anticipate a thing with their dull little mind. the squirrels, the mice, the fellow rabbits that that lingered around, thinking it was safe-- not knowing there to be danger from a supposed brethren-- only to be caught unawares by nails that no one would expect to be dangerous coming from a prey animal... it was nothing short of mystifying in all the downright awful ways.
and then she'd get to lap up her reward in the form of carmine fluid from nails that tore across soft flesh. sustenance to the parasite that she was.
her search for food was unsuccessful today. her interest caught by the rousing scent at the border, and a face coming to greet it. the icestriker bounds daintily across clear snow, limbs stretching to cover the distance.
"greetings, ami," there is not much to say now. riku has asked the most crucial question of all, and nui's twinkling sapphire eye rests on the young sable lion.
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