AGE
23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 3, 2022 22:33:37 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 3, 2022 22:33:37 GMT
[newclass=.ayab-container]--be-accent: #890909;[/newclass] [nospaces] [googlefont=Playfair+Display:400,400i|Roboto:400,700|Vollkorn:400,400i] [attr="class","ayab-border"] [attr="class","ayab-container"] [attr="class","ayab-header"] [attr="class","ayab-icon"]  [attr="class","ayab-lyrics-hov"] [attr="class","ayab-lyrics"]wrap yourself in cold shame [attr="class","ayab-tagged"]for @tag [attr="class","ayab-body"] [attr="class","ayab-shape"] [attr="class","ayab-text"] mist whips around the figure of a red-coated woman standing alone amidst an intersection of broken, razed roads. in front of her, a light blue screen glows. it menaces, sneers, glares at her, and she glares back, resolute and steadfast.[break][break] CHOOSE YOUR CLASS —[break] — sorcerer[break] — paladin[break] — huntress[break][break] she knows not what it means. it is as unfamiliar to her as the city she now finds herself wretchedly surrounded by, as unfamiliar as the pulsating sensation of blood running up her arms, a beat that disappears whenever she dares to look down at it. her heart, meanwhile, pumps into overdrive as anxiety, panic, and dread mold together into a cocktail of negativity deep within her heart. where is her cozy log cabin? where are her familiar woods, replaced by shattered concrete jungles? where is alexei? where has her companion gone?[break][break] her question goes unvoiced and especially unanswered. the only sound thereafter is the rustling of debris in an alleyway behind her, a shocking portent of doom that urges the windswept woman to whip around in search of the source. alas, fate seeks to make a mockery of her. as she turns, her hand glides seamlessly through the disembodied terminal that once mocked her so closely before, and she disrupts the binary vision that display the word huntress.[break][break] the system, of course, takes this as an answer. a loud ping sounds as the class is chosen in a sick twist of fortune, and tasha whips her head over her shoulder once more, yellow eyes blown wide as the terminal behind her evaporates, then reappears directly in front of her.[break][break] this time, though, it says something different.[break][break] [ TUTORIAL ][break]
— Find the black cat.[break][break]
— Survive.[break][break]
Time Remaining: 12:43. [break][break][break] ...12:42. 12:41. 12:40. it's counting down.[break][break] a time limit has been imposed on tasha's understanding of the situation, a constraint that only knots the ball of yarn in her stomach ever tighter. she's on the verge of hyperventilation when she rapidly backpedals from the tutorial terminal directly into an abandoned brick alleyway slick with the sins of secrecy.[break][break] this is too confusing. all she wants to do is go home! [attr="class","ayab-credit"] SELKIE[newclass=.ayab-border] padding: 10px; background: #ececec; border: 1px solid #ddd; margin: auto; width: 522px; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-container] width: 500px; border: 1px solid #fcfcfc; outline: 1px solid #ddd; padding: 10px; background: #f1f1f1;[/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-header] width: 450px; background: #333; display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: space-between; padding: 25px; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-icon img] display: block; border-radius: 100%; padding: 5px; background-color: #fafafa; border:10px solid #ccc; border: 10px solid var(--be-accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-lyrics-hov] font: 400 24px/26px playfair display; font-style: italic; color: #888; flex-grow: 1; overflow: hidden; display: flex; margin-left: 25px; justify-content: center; align-items: center; text-align: center; position: relative; height: 130px; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-lyrics-hov:after] content: ""; position: absolute; width: 50px; height: 3px; margin-top: 35px; background:#ccc; background: var(--be-accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-lyrics] width: 100%; position: absolute; opacity: 1; transition: 0.75s; transition-delay: 0.5s; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-container:hover .ayab-lyrics] opacity: 0; margin-left: 150px; transition: 0.75s; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-tagged] opacity: 0; transition: 0.5s; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-tagged a] font: 400 24px/26px playfair display !important; font-style: italic !important; color:#ccc; color: var(--be-accent) !important; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-container:hover .ayab-tagged] opacity: 1; transition: 0.5s; transition-delay: 0.75s; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-body] display: table-cell; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-text] font: 400 13px/16px vollkorn; color: #888; padding: 40px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-text i] color: #aaa; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-text b] font: 700 12px/16px roboto; color:#999; color: var(--be-accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-shape] float: right; shape-outside: polygon(0 0, 100% 100%, 100% 0); width: 100px; height: 100px; clip-path: polygon(0 0, 101% 100%, 101% 0); background:#ccc; background: var(--be-accent); padding-top: 00px; margin-left: 50px; margin-bottom: 50px; [/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-credit] text-align:center; margin:auto; margin-left:500px;[/newclass] [newclass=.ayab-credit a] font:700 7px/7px roboto;[/newclass] |
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AGE
23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 3, 2022 22:12:21 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 3, 2022 22:12:21 GMT
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bleeding for fun?[break][break]
tasha narrows her eyes at miyah. 'it doesn't look very fun' are the words that die on her lips as soon as she recognizes the tell-tale signs of a bitter grin on the woman's face. ah, a joke. humor. yes, tasha knows all about that. she matches miyah's smile with an awkward baring of her teeth that can hardly constitute an expression of joy or even laughter. the process seems about as foreign to her as the new world she's found herself in.[break][break]
both women move beyond this strange interaction quickly thereafter. as miyah draws tasha's coat over her shoulders, tasha drags her eyes like thorns across the horizon, ever the watchful vanguard. the only thing to distract her from this inimitable task, however, is miyah's story. her words drag across the imagined face of a middle-aged russian man that immediately sparks into tasha's mind at the mere mention of his trigger finger. tasha's first thought is that, fortunately, this wounded woman is no stranger to strife, marking her as a beneficial ally. second, tasha remarks that miyah certainly has no fear of death, a trait they share. the pale huntress laughs, this time genuinely. miyah has managed to catch tasha's wily, guileless attention against all odds, if only because stories have always been the fastest way to her heart. "none of my people have it—'trigger discipline'," tasha barks out with a jagged, awkward smile. it evaporates as soon as it appears, suffocated by the immense cold that defines the woman's existence. "we are both lucky i have no trigger with me."[break][break]
then she says his name. alexei.
tasha shakes her head rapidly. her eyes go glassy. "no," she answers miyah's questions on who alexei is to her—no brother, no party member. the windswept girl can't help but curl her nails into her palms to the point of pain. "he is a dog."[break][break]
miyah recovers quickly, tasha notes. quickly enough that she's even offering to help find alexei with her, an extension of good faith that sends tasha's head into a tailspin. miyah reeks of wandering, awash with the sense of somebody who has never belonged in claustrophobic cities and studio flats, just like tasha, but this line of similarity does not implicate a sense of innate and intimate trust within seconds of meeting. what is the game here? what does miyah want from her?[break][break]
the huntress stumbles over herself in her desperation to reply. "not even sure if he is here," she admits with a stammer, glancing away from miyah's face with a cold purse of her lips. "haven't seen him since... since the thing. have no idea if he is even alive at all."[break][break]
but i've got to keep trying, her mind chimes in, ever the source of good hope and faith.[break][break]
tasha's glad for a distraction from the pit in her stomach that grows with every day she is without alexei. she exhales deeply, and her breath wafts through the air in a puff of smoke that rises from the ridge before her very eyes, hazing across the hulking masses on the horizon. one steps forth in the distance, and the glaciers beneath rumble with the force. "hostile, yes. slow, also yes. deadly?" tasha's eyes harden. "very. is best to avoid. you really hope to help me find alexei?"[break][break]
this is the first time she's made genuine eye-contact with miyah since they've met. her yellow gaze is seeking, hopeful, bitter in the way it clings to a shred of good faith. she needs only to confirm that miyah has no bad intentions from this point forward.
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AGE
23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 2, 2022 23:42:02 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 2, 2022 23:42:02 GMT
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tasha's eyes narrow through the snowstorm. no, it's not alexei. it's a woman. even more unmistakable is the oppressive aura of blood in the air, attuned to only by tasha's sudden affinity for blood in the aftermath of the awakening. a wounded woman wandering the tundra aimlessly, nursing her arm and dressed so poorly for the environment that tasha can hardly believe it. how could this possibly get any worse?[break][break]
tasha bites her tongue, eyeing the hulking, leering silhouette of a massive, skyscraper-sized beast on the horizon beyond the trees. they should be quiet if either of them wants to make it out of this place alive.[break][break]
all suspicion and wariness evaporates as tasha lurches forward, off the rocky cairn and onto the snow alongside where miyah now drinks dark liquid from a bottle. tasha hates the look of it, hates the look of a stranger, hates the appearance of a person instead of her dog, but father always taught her never to abandon a person in need, and she will not tarnish his memory. it's with a deep, steadying breath that tasha winds her gloved palms up beneath her crimson coat to remove it from her shoulders—and with it goes her power.[break][break]
"tasha," she introduces herself in a low, gruff tone, evidently not accustomed to speaking at length with somebody she doesn't know. "will not kill you. we are far north, farther than i've ever been."[break][break]
soon thereafter, she unceremoniously dumps her coat atop miyah, leaving her clad only in her thick utility pants and her insulated long-sleeve shirt. the cold seeks to bite into her flesh as soon as she does this, but tasha wills it away, baring her teeth and shaking her head in the process. "you will freeze. put the coat on," she intones, and raises her head to warily scan the horizon before briefly glancing back down at miyah and the bandages around her arm. "you are injured?"
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AGE
23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 2, 2022 23:28:56 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 2, 2022 23:28:56 GMT
[newclass=.ayab-container]--be-accent: #890909;[/newclass] [nospaces] [googlefont=Playfair+Display:400,400i|Roboto:400,700|Vollkorn:400,400i] [attr="class","ayab-border"] [attr="class","ayab-container"] [attr="class","ayab-header"] [attr="class","ayab-icon"] [attr="class","ayab-lyrics-hov"] [attr="class","ayab-lyrics"]wrap yourself in cold shame [attr="class","ayab-tagged"]for @tag [attr="class","ayab-body"] [attr="class","ayab-shape"] [attr="class","ayab-text"]
he offers his eyes, his ears, his hand, even his protection, given freely. but is anything ever truly free in this land? with strangers—with men like him—there's always a catch, a lesson learned time and time again by a girl wary of even her own shadow. what's his catch? though the demon's clear in mentioning that he offers membership in this 'pack' if only because a pack is nothing without it's packmates, but what he doesn't divulge is why he's so determined to form this 'pack'. this is the root of her caution.[break][break]
...alongside the fact that she's scared, genuinely. she's never been a part of a pack. she can follow a leader, and susame seems as good an alpha as any, but how is he so confident that she can operate amongst others so easily? how does he know she won't turn at the first sign of trouble, that she won't flee when the winds change? does he trust in her loyalty? he sense of duty? or is he planning to keep her on the hook in some other way?[break][break]
even so, this is the first time her belly has been full since she landed in this blasted city, and she owes that to him. isn't that it, then? she owes him. she owes him this. the thought persists even if he imagines that she has nothing left to covet.[break][break]
she hates the feeling, but she acquiesces to it. there's nothing else to do. if there's one thing father taught her over all those years, it's that she repays her debts no matter what.[break][break]
she refuses to meet his eyes, but she nods. it's an affirmation, the confirming of membership. it's vague, though, so she clarifies with her voice, that rough, dulcet tone that barely rises above a whisper. "okay," she says, brushing locks of wayward silver hair from her eyes. "i'll be a part of your pack. tell me what to do, i do it. i follow you now."[break][break]
now. she emphasizes the word because, in her mind, the imaginary contract begins now. she has nowhere left to go except by his side, so she kicks away from the wall she leans against and finally looks at his face, and she tilts her head to the side as if to say 'where to now?', much akin to a lost, lonely puppy.
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AGE
23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Post by natasha on Sept 2, 2022 0:22:56 GMT
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he has connections. that much is evident when he tips his water bottle down and his eyes flash with the remembrance of somebody new. somebody like susame, of course he would know someone that might be able to help. it was with ease that he wormed his way past tasha's defenses; how nonchalantly might he do the same to somebody else? alas, the very mention of an unfamiliar stranger is enough to send rigor mortis into tasha's body, but she bites her tongue before it can lash out and ruin something that might help her precarious situation.[break][break]
she turns her eyes away. had he seen how desperate she was to know? had he seen the lengths she would go to retrieve alexei from the abyss? would he do anything with the information?[break][break]
would it hurt if he knew?[break][break]
worries leak into the way she responds to him, tinged by eternal paranoia. "don't mention me," she struggles to keep her voice down with the speed at which she makes the demand. the next part is only an afterthought, a half-baked attempt to be more persuasive—like he is. "please. it's—"[break][break]
the explanation dies on her tongue. would susame even understand how mortifying it is to be mentioned in passing conversation?[break][break]
her wild, unkempt white hair falls across her head as she tips her head to the side, eager to talk about something else. "he's... white. little brown mask on his face. curly tail. answers to alexei." she glances up to gauge susame's reaction, cautious of anger or frustration, much akin to a skittish hare. would he actually help? what could he possibly stand to gain from this? "yes. he's the someone. my friend."
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23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 1, 2022 23:46:12 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 1, 2022 23:46:12 GMT
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susame, from around the wasteful packaging of a bread-based meal. she would form her lips around the name if only to familiarize herself with such foreign syllables (somehow understood even despite their obvious cultural differences), but she's far too distracted at this point. indeed, she doesn't bother to tell him her name as he predicted—she merely mumbles her assent around a mouthful of beef-and-vegetable stew, and she keeps drinking.[break][break]
it isn't in her nature to take handouts like this. back home, she was the one who provided for others, albeit without ever learning their names or interacting beyond a few glances here and there. but this town has no hares or caribou or seals to hunt, just rats, far too fast for her. she had the option of forging into a dangerous land without being at full strength or scavenging. the choice was easy, and it's only now that she recognizes how good of a decision it really was, even if it does wound her pride to now be indebted to this man—this susame.[break][break]
nonetheless, her stomach fills. the stew warms her core and flows through her body. if she focuses, she can even feel the strength returning to her body, surging through her extremities and even into her face, now brighter and livelier. soon enough, the bowl itself is polished off, and she holds out the dish with both palms to urge susame to take it, though she makes no eye contact. then, when a water bottle comes into vision, she takes that too, rapidly, wary of giving susame enough time to rethink it.[break][break]
the water bottle is, of course, exhausted within seconds, devoured under the assumption that it could be taken at any second. curiously, though, the bottle itself goes into tasha's pockets rather than back into susame's palm, as if it is her own personal treasure, squirreled away for further use. it is only then that tasha finds her needs cared for enough to divulge precious information about herself, done so as she leans against a nearby wall and pointedly stares at the ground, as if allergic to looking at susame's face. eye contact is a sign of aggression, after all.[break][break]
"tasha," she murmurs finally, voice gruff, sandpaper against glass. "me. don't know where i am. looking for someone."[break][break]
she looks up now, eyes narrowed, pleading. "you see a dog anywhere...?"
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AGE
23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 1, 2022 22:39:32 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 1, 2022 22:39:32 GMT
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out from the bag comes nourishment, hope, the promise of safety in the warmth of succor. it's almost there, she can almost touch it. the residual warmth from the bowl floods over her calloused palms without even touching them, and she grows drunk off the sensation. before she even realizes it, her mouth is watering in anticipation and her stomach is growling again, an angry beast, the only thing to distract her from her immediate goal of finding alexei in the future. but he doesn't give her the bowl yet—first, he speaks truth, and waxes poetic on the strange circumstances that have brought them together.[break][break]
and, of course, what he says is true. their lives are obsolete. her life had barely even begun before it was made obsolete—and what of his? does he not reek of the city? does he not carry the stench of deceit that clings to every skyscraper and concrete jungle left to rot in the tepid 'after' of current events? and yet he speaks the truth as if it subsumes him, as if it is what gives him the right to speak in the first place. he is the devil, and tasha knows not to trust the words of the devil, but she does anyways, if only because he brings her that much closer to quelling the battle in her stomach.[break][break]
she nods. she agrees, though her eyes drift from his face and down to the bowl. when?[break][break]
and then it drops into her palms, but not before he mentions the remaking of an apex predator. her, the apex predator, the huntress, forever free of the shackles of starvation and neediness. her eyes go alight with desire for the world where this is true—how does he so easily see her heart's desire? she never wants to be a victim again, and even as she ignores the plastic spoon in the bowl in favor of tipping the edge into her lips and drinking as if she will never drink again, his words continue to weigh on her soul.[break][break]
yes. she does want to be the apex predator again. and if all that takes is cooperation, then...[break][break]
she stops drinking for only a moment. with the corner of her lips moist with soup, she stares the man in the eyes. "yes," she murmurs, voice low. "i will 'cooperate'."[break][break]
the word somehow sounds less cool when she says it.[break][break]
"what do i do first?" is her next question, though she looks tempted to get back to eating. "what do i call you?"
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AGE
23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 1, 2022 22:18:26 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 1, 2022 22:18:26 GMT
[newclass=.ayab-container]--be-accent: #890909;[/newclass] [nospaces] [googlefont=Playfair+Display:400,400i|Roboto:400,700|Vollkorn:400,400i] [attr="class","ayab-border"] [attr="class","ayab-container"] [attr="class","ayab-header"] [attr="class","ayab-icon"] [attr="class","ayab-lyrics-hov"] [attr="class","ayab-lyrics"]wrap yourself in cold shame [attr="class","ayab-tagged"]for Miyah[attr="class","ayab-body"] [attr="class","ayab-shape"] [attr="class","ayab-text"]
the cold bites like a viper this far north. all-encompassing, violent, peaceful, all of these at the same time. it is a stillness that poisons, envenomates, and then contaminates, leaking through limbs until every digit turns black, 'til every ounce of flesh sloughs off, 'til every extremity is frozen beyond recognition.[break][break]
tasha is familiar with all of it. it was her life with every bitter winter that passed in siberia. today, however, marks the first winter she spends without alexei since she received him so many years ago. he's gone, missing in that great, wide unknown, and all tasha can do about it is scour every nook and every cranny in search of a beast that may not have followed her into the abyss in the first place. alas, this sense of uselessness doesn't mean she doesn't try. it's been her single, nearsighted goal with every second she spends beyond her cabin, now inaccessible. so she braves the familiar, biting cold no matter the cost, bundled up in the only item that reminds her of home, the coat that's kept her safe for six years now.[break][break]
avoiding the beasts and demons that roam the tundra proves an elementary task for the huntress. though her coat, red as it is, should stand out in the vast white expanse that's become arctica, it renders her nearly invisible to the tower-sized monsters that vaguely wander the snow-packed glaciers. not to everyone, though.[break][break]
as tasha scales a broad, rocky cairn on the embankment of a frozen ocean, snow crunches nearby. wariness shot into her heart like a bullet, she glances about wildly, hair disturbed and yellow eyes brimming with caution.[break][break]
in the absence of an obvious threat, tasha dares to hope. she calls out in a low tone, desperately hoping that the sound belongs to her oldest friend. "...alexei?"
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AGE
23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 1, 2022 22:13:57 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 1, 2022 22:13:57 GMT
[newclass=.ayab-container]--be-accent: #890909;[/newclass] [nospaces] [googlefont=Playfair+Display:400,400i|Roboto:400,700|Vollkorn:400,400i] [attr="class","ayab-border"] [attr="class","ayab-container"] [attr="class","ayab-header"] [attr="class","ayab-icon"] [attr="class","ayab-lyrics-hov"] [attr="class","ayab-lyrics"]wrap yourself in cold shame [attr="class","ayab-body"] [attr="class","ayab-shape"] [attr="class","ayab-text"]
relax, he commands, and she stiffens further, a firm shard of ice slanted against a brick wall, wary of all that she sees. survival is a lifestyle for a girl so sheltered from the land beyond her cabin, and it's additionally the only lifestyle she's ever known. erroneously, even now, she applies it to every situation she finds herself in, even in interactions with strangers who seem too kind to be genuine.[break][break]
so where does all of the caution go when he utilizes those blasted transparent screens to apparate a warm meal before her very eyes? though it remains, it softens considerably, as if plied by the only real way to her heart in this specific moment—a good meal. she briefly hesitates, eyes wide, chest heaving hard in the makings of an adrenaline-fueled frenzy, but relents soon thereafter. the mote of trash she once clung to falls uselessly to the floor in a display of carefully-given trust. her black, well-worn boots carry her closer and closer to the stranger, but not close enough to be in danger.[break][break]
it's with a deep breath taken to quell her nerves that she extends her palm out in search of the savory food he holds in his palm—bait or an olive branch? she has no clue.[break][break]
though softened, the suspicion remains. it's likely it always will. perhaps it is the default state of a girl gone mad. "why?" is her one word question, swiftly appended with a hissed, "what do i owe you?"
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AGE
23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 1, 2022 21:55:24 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 1, 2022 21:55:24 GMT
[newclass=.ayab-container]--be-accent: #890909;[/newclass] [nospaces] [googlefont=Playfair+Display:400,400i|Roboto:400,700|Vollkorn:400,400i] [attr="class","ayab-border"] [attr="class","ayab-container"] [attr="class","ayab-header"] [attr="class","ayab-icon"] [attr="class","ayab-lyrics-hov"] [attr="class","ayab-lyrics"]wrap yourself in cold shame [attr="class","ayab-body"] [attr="class","ayab-shape"] [attr="class","ayab-text"]
paranoia gives way to perception in a girl poisoned by the erring faults of the world she believes to have failed her and the ones she loves. she hears him before she speaks, already looking over her shoulder when he approaches as if in anticipation of a demon approaching. and it's when he offers his hand that she falls from the dumpster in a swift, succinct scramble for safety, taking the invitation as the beginning of an attack. with the remains of what must have been a meal nearly a day ago clutched tight to her chest, she backs up against the brick wall behind her, a cornered animal in the presence of a fanged specter.[break][break]
she does not ignore his teeth, pointed as a carnivore, nor the slanted yellowish hue of his eyes. it reminds her of the demonic depictions in the silly, old book father kept in the cabin, and furthermore reminds her of the tainted succor of society. though she holds herself as a predator with no equal, there's one thin, blurred line between beast and prey, and this stranger has just crossed it.[break][break]
but her stomach still growls. though he offers peace, how does she know he is not one of many shadows resting in the shade humanity has cast across her life?[break][break]
she shakes her head. she can't help but show her teeth, more animal than she is human. "don't come closer," she threatens, eyes narrowed even despite the weakened tone in her guarded voice. "this is mine. i found it first."[break][break]
it's her first assumption that, despite suggesting that she find food in another way, he's seeking her trash-covered treasure. that is the way of man, is it not? hurting, stealing, lying, cheating—tasha can't help her suspicion.
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23
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
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huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 1, 2022 21:38:44 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 1, 2022 21:38:44 GMT
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snow.[break][break]
a good, old friend. it's the first time since this disaster that she's seen it, since she's felt it's caress around her shoulders and down her cheeks. how remarkable that even in a land so frigid, so unfamiliar, home can harken back to her in the strangest of ways. is it the fates, still following her in search of blood? have they finally decided to take pity on her?[break][break]
no. that can't be it.[break][break]
if some remarkable deity were to take pity on her, they would not force her into the tight, enclosed alleyways nor into the darkness of resplendent isolation. alexei is still missing, her home is gone, and all that remains is her father's coat, clinging to her shoulders in its red splendor, her only forever friend. though it staves away cold and hatred, it does little to assuage the knives piercing into her stomach. she's hungry.[break][break]
so, with flashing yellow eyes, she scrambles her way up the side of a dumpster, baring her teeth and wrinkling her nose as she swipes away debris and trash in the search of nourishment.
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23
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huntress
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Sept 1, 2022 21:33:26 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 1, 2022 21:33:26 GMT
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when all the worst we fear lets fall its weight. when the gyre widens on and when the wave breaks. when st. peter loses cool and bars the gates. when atlas acts the maggot, makes his arms shake. when the birds are heard again in their singing. once atrocity is hoarse from voicing shame. when the earth is trembling on some new beginning, with the same sweet shock of when adam first came. be, be, be, be, be, be as you've always been. be, be, be, be, be, be as you've always been! be as you've always been. be like the love that discovered sin, that freed the first man and will do so again. and lover, be good to me. [break][break]
be the hopeful feeling when eden was lost, that's been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed. which side of the wall really suffers that cost. oh lover, be good to me. when the man who gives the order, is born next time around on the boat sent back. when the bodies starving at the border, are on tv giving people the sack. oh, when the sea rises to meet us, oh when there's nothing left for you and i to do. oh when there's nobody upstairs to receive us, when i have no kind words left, love, for you. be, be, be, be, be, be as you've always been. be, be, be, be, be be as you've always been! be love in its disrepute, that scorches the hillside and salts every root. and watches the slowing and starving of troops. be there and just as you stand, or be like the rose that you hold in your hand, that will grow bold in a barren and desolate land. and lover, be good to me.
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huntress
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Aug 30, 2022 19:41:21 GMT
Post by natasha on Aug 30, 2022 19:41:21 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","revcall"] [attr="class","revcalltop"] [attr="class","revcallimg"]  [attr="class","revcallname"]NATASHA CHUPROVA [attr="class","revcalllyric"]IT TAKES THE SPAN OF WINTER TO FORGET THE WARMTH OF SUMMER. [attr="class","revcallbar"] [attr="class","revcallbar1"]
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Tasha
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twenty-three
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she/her
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hunter
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+compassionate[break]
+thoughtful[break]
+perceptive[break]
+dependable[break]
+resourceful
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[attr="class","revcalllikes"] +LIKES
+dogs[break]
+meat[break]
+christmas[break]
+first snows[break]
+warm fires
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[attr="class","revcalllikes"] -NEGATIVES
-tactless[break]
-avoidant[break]
-shy[break]
-stubborn[break]
-paranoid
[attr="class","revcalllikes1"]
[attr="class","revcalllikes"] -DISLIKES
-alcohol[break]
-big cities[break]
-tight spaces[break]
-technology[break]
-strangers
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before the mass awakening, rumors abounded of a woman in a red coat on the very edges of a small town in russia. the outskirts witch, they called her, seen only in the context of darkness, a shadow eternally in the corners of your eyes. some tales involved lone wanderers collapsing from exhaustion in the wilderness, only to be returned to civilization with a warm pelt on their shoulders and a cooked meal in their hands. other tales involve a fearsome beast with yellow eyes and gnashing fangs, only tangentially in the form of a genuine human being. regardless of the rumors, natasha existed best when she was not seen. she lived in peace before circumstances out of her control shunted her back into the society she's loathed for so long.[break][break]
the consequences of love
//tw: alcohol abuse[break][break]
how curious it is to watch somebody break.[break][break]
especially a loved one. it's the difference between childhood memory and the monster in the present, the stark dichotomy struck between someone who exists now only in recollection and someone who has eschewed everything that made you fall in love with them in the first place. this deep sensation is natasha's very old companion. she lived it from childhood to adulthood, and must now cope with it in a world wholly unfamiliar to her.[break][break]
it began in a small siberian village. though the town boasted paved roads and a post office, the unspoiled russian wilderness surrounded it like a wolf might stalk its prey. this is where natasha grew up with her father, a man left ruined by the death of his wife in the birthing of natasha on christmas morning. though natasha was the only memory left of that woman and was therefore spoiled and loved like never before, father's heart was poisoned by the death of his soulmate, and it left him despondent. though natasha helped to relieve his emotional agony, she couldn't fill the hole in his heart. it wasn't long before he resorted to the creature comforts of the city beyond the woods, and it wasn't long before natasha was forced to care for him in the throes of drunken stupors at an incredibly young age. she began to associate the stench of alcohol with the town—and then she began to associate the stench of the town with father's deteriorating mental condition.[break][break]
but it wasn't all bad. on a night when father yelled at a 16-year-old natasha and she went to sleep sobbing, he felt guilty enough the next morning to win back her favor with a puppy. a laika dog, barely three months old. he smelled of the city, but in his eyes, natasha saw the call of the wild. he belonged to the same woods she belonged to. soon thereafter named 'alexei', literally 'the defender of mankind', natasha and alexei soon became inseparable. on days where natasha struggled to cope with her father's actions, alexei wiped away her tears and urged her to vent her frustrations in the endless, vast expanse of snow in north siberia. though father initially taught her the hunting trade through guns, bows, and knives, this is where natasha truly honed her trade.[break][break]
alas, natasha's life had never been idyllic enough to imagine a world where this arrangement could continue forever. on christmas morning, the seventeenth anniversary of natasha's birth and her mother's death, father fell into a drunken coma. though natasha did her best to rouse him, he never came to again; in the coming years, natasha would wonder whether she was to blame for such a thing. she had debated seeking a doctor in town, but he aversion to the city made her think twice; the creature comforts of society ruined her father; how could they, therefore, fix him? so he died on the cold floor of their cabin on christmas morning, forever offering a bittersweet sensation to the day for the rest of natasha's life.[break][break]
life continued after that in a state of apathy. six years lost to grief, assuaged only by alexei's eternal, steadfast love and devotion. natasha decided summarily that she needed nobody else except for alexei. though she retained her father's teachings never to leave a person in need, that's where natasha's interaction with society at large ended. she became a hermit in the worst way; completely self-sufficient, human interaction only achieved in the way of brief glances from her woods to the village beyond. how terrifying, then, that one fateful day she would be shunted into a concrete jungle wholly unfamiliar to her, surrounded by technological beasts in every direction, faced with a holographic screen that leered at her from its place of privilege before her very eyes.[break][break]
how equally terrifying that alexei was gone. the only thing that remained of her lifelong companion was his memory, fading in and out of her consciousness like dizzying strobe lights. where was he? where did he go? was he alright?[break][break]
every other question could wait. the only thing that mattered then was alexei. with a scowl, natasha decided to play the game, but only so that she might live in peace afterwards with the only being that remains of her old life.
what remains
- born on the outskirts of multa in the altai republic area of russia[break]
- never went to a traditional school, was taught everything she knows by her dad[break]
- of course, this belies a very superficial knowledge of math, arts, history, and technology[break]
- however, she has an incredibly wide breadth of knowledge when it comes to genuine survival, including shelter-making, weapon-crafting, and hunting and cooking[break]
- was self-sufficient for six years; relied on only herself and her dog to survive[break]
- genuinely a hermit, has been isolated for so long that many people find her incredibly weird due to a bad sense of facial expressions and a strange cadence in her voice[break]
- favorite food is severinka, a siberian delicacy consisting of frozen fish shaved into spiral shapes[break]
- basically eats only meat and berries, has probably only had a few treats from the "outside world"
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