( ❛ & owl. )

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            His heavy foot steps crunching in the snow give way to the subtle
            dig of talons as he turns into a more avian form, 
            something far less confrontational to an already wild thing like her
            He wants to appear innocent, curious. And with these large
            eyes, Koschei has an advantage. He swoops to her ankles
            and up in front of her to a low hanging branch in the fir tree
            beside her and gazes questioningly as is the nature of his 
            form. To silently ask even the girl splattered in blood,
                                                      “Who?" 
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                           avian   presence   unexpected   where  human   had   been
                           believed &  silence  befalls  blood stained  lady who makes 
                           no move to  wipe  vivid  ichor from  fair flesh, to  hide  it from
                           any eyes that might come to pry & witness it’s color marring
                           flesh & fabric of now ruined dress.  for  a moment it’s irises
                           of slate  watching  feathers,  meeting  avian  gaze  'fore  they
                           drop to focus ‘pon nothing once more in the fashion of child
                           awaiting word to  reach  father  &  it is birds call that causes
                           attention to return once more &           - ;; they find her { wild }
                           enough, taking to animals would not alter perception.

                             ❝ I know not  their  names,  bird,  & I  do not
                require them. They used their size to bully another
                & I taught them that size does not truly matter       ;;
                & neither does gender. ❞

(Source: ofwolfmaidsmoved)

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EVERY GIRL

ind. priv. sel. canon divergent book based lyanna stark from asoiaf established: 9.13 && rebooted 1.14.
written by JAILIN
{ 22 | she/her/hers | pst }

#ofwolfmaids

HAS WOLVES

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PACING RHYTHMS

i am not your apocalypse, i am not your salvation, my body is a kingdom meant only for a queen. i will take your crown, i will shape your stars, my life might not be my own but yours ?? i will make it so !! immortality is an escape, absolution from revolution, blessed by dying breaths of kings who lived too long. you called me an angel, blessed me with candle-bright lies. i will make angels fall, i will burn your kingdom down. immortality belongs to the dead, so bury me with my crown.

IN HER VEINS !!

i am not, nor do i claim to either be or be affiliated with hailee steinfeld or any of my face claims or have any connection to asoiaf. all writing here is my own, however, && my portrayal is based off of my own headcanons && beliefs formed upon watching the movie. i ask you to not take anything used here for yourself, with the exception of utilizing headcanons in our threads, without my permission.