sonder winter 1710

Under your skin


Mercenary

from Rionnach
age
4 years old
gender
Male
size
Extra Large
scent
Cinnamon
supporting
Undecided
home
Redwood Forest
writer
Saffie
OOC note - using one of my tickets

Something wasn't quite right. He couldn't quite place a paw on it. Odysseus had fallen silent as they approached the tree line, ears perking forward as his head lifted, suddenly on high alert. Amethyst hues scanned the shadows, they were alone in the forests near Yorkshire but something was wrong. With slow steps, he was unfurl himself from the forest and into another world entirely. Dark brows pinched together, confusion flickering in his expression. What was this place?

A lagoon appeared before them and as he looked behind, the forest had changed too. They stood on the edges of the Fae Forest, overlooking a body of water he was certain never existed here before. The weather here was uncharacteristically warm, considering it was the dead of winter just moments ago. A heady scent clung so faintly to the air that he couldn't place it, but it was strangely soothing, as if this place were trying to assure him it wouldn't harm them.

Inky lips pressed together into a thin line.

Looking to Senka, he would lead them through moss covered stones, mist swirling around his paws as he walked. The water that spread out before them was crystal clear, even at a short distance. "What is this place?" He wondered out loud, though he didn't anticipate an answer.

The longer he stood here, the more he realized that his worries were slowly bleeding away. The tension in his shoulders ebbed away, the tight lines of his face softened and mischief danced in the shadows of his stare. Unable to help himself, one side of his mouth lifted in a smirk, this one more boyishly charming than usual."speech"

he held a knife, a gun, and a smile
code // art by bunny
02-11-2024, 09:12 PM

Noblewoman

from Rionnach
age
3 years old
gender
Female
size
Medium
scent
ocean spray & yarrow
supporting
Royalist
home
Sussex
threadlog
anagapesis
writer
koi
Senka picks up on the subtle changes in his demeanor, growing more alert when Odysseus tenses—she can feel it too, the prickle in the air. Nothing quite identifiable, just the sensation that something strange was underfoot, a soft crackle of energy beneath her skin. There is no sense of caution that would have prepared her for what happens next.

She steps through a pair of towering trees, and like she's crossed over a wrinkle into another world, a lagoon spreads before them that was most certainly not there a moment before. Senka lets out a soft gasp and whirls around to find that the familiar woods outside of Yorkshire are gone; in their place is an altogether more wild landscape, roots so tangled that she gets a sense they are not meant to stray from the lake. She can't answer Odysseus, because she is just as baffled as he is.

Such a scenario would have ordinarily sent her to worrying and trying to peel back the curtain on the magic trick, but Senka doesn't feel anxious—just curious. She turns back towards the water and Odysseus, who has one of those damningly beautiful smirks curled across his lips. "What?" she asks with a soft breath of a laugh, brushing past him to prowl closer to the water.

Senka dips a paw in, and a slow smile crawls across her lips. "It's warm," she says, turning to look at Odysseus over her shoulder with a quirked brow, and then she's slinking into the water, with or without him—though she would much prefer the former. She's not about to pass up such a rare and strangely special moment for true heat and a reprieve from winter's bitter cold.
how strange,
to dream of you
even when
i am wide awake
code // art
(This post was last modified: 02-12-2024, 10:21 PM by Senka.)
02-11-2024, 09:53 PM

Mercenary

from Rionnach
age
4 years old
gender
Male
size
Extra Large
scent
Cinnamon
supporting
Undecided
home
Redwood Forest
writer
Saffie
Whatever uncertainties she had about this place, faded just as easily as his did. When she caught him staring, a breathy laugh parted her lips as she questioned him. He hummed low in his throat, as if to brush off her question and appreciate her all at once.

It didn't take much coaxing to get him to follow her. The promise of warm water impossible to resist in the frozen grasp of winter. Dipping one paw in first, he let the warmth kiss his toes before the rest of him followed suit. Warm water soaked into his pelt immediately, kissing his skin and immediately chasing away the chill from his bones. He couldn't help the breath of sweet relief.

Dropping beneath the surface, he submerged completely, cocooning himself in the heat before reemerging. Shaking his head, he shook the excess water from him, secretly thrilled with the chance for a good bath, one that didn't require him to freeze half to death first.

That was when he refocused his sights on Senka. Ears tipped forward, angling towards her with attention. He doesn't move. "Come here." His voice is soft, spoken with a low rumble that promised a sweet burn. In typical Odysseus fashion, there is no room for disobedience in his tone, he beckons her and expects her to come. They had only just enjoyed their battle of wills, he was intrigued, would she fight him today?"speech"

he held a knife, a gun, and a smile
code // art by bunny
02-11-2024, 10:17 PM

Noblewoman

from Rionnach
age
3 years old
gender
Female
size
Medium
scent
ocean spray & yarrow
supporting
Royalist
home
Sussex
threadlog
anagapesis
writer
koi
Senka has always loved swimming, but this—this is a unique sort of heaven. She floats languidly on her side, tipping her head back and watching Odysseus sink beneath the surface with hooded, glassy eyes. Whatever magic is in the air of this place, it comes on slow and steady like a warm blanket, cocooning her in a heady high that should have her concerned. She isn't. She relents to the pleasant buzz and watches her paramour surface, his attention immediately fixed upon her. Like she's the only thing that exists.

"Come here," he demands with that quiet, sultry tone. A slow smile curls her lips as heat coils low in her belly, and Senka rights herself, prowling towards him with a familiar gleam in her eyes. She isn't always pliant, but she has her moments—the ones in which she is drawn in like a magnet by a single look, in which all she wants to do is pour all the love she has to give into someone who is willing to receive it. Odysseus has become that for her: a well into which she can throw the depth of her affection.

There is no hesitation as she bridges the distance between them, folding herself familiarly against his chest. Her nose follows a rivulet of water up the column of his neck until she can lave a kiss—as affectionate as it is scandalous—against the hollow his throat. She has become fond of this place that he allows so few to get close to—there's a power in his trust that she has come to crave every bit as much as she craves his fury. Every part of him—hers.
how strange,
to dream of you
even when
i am wide awake
code // art
02-12-2024, 10:58 PM

Mercenary

from Rionnach
age
4 years old
gender
Male
size
Extra Large
scent
Cinnamon
supporting
Undecided
home
Redwood Forest
writer
Saffie
WARNING: Its Ody - Language and sexual themes

When she opts for obedience, it sends a sick thrill through him. It causes his stare to darken, his own smile to turn predatory. It sets every nerve ending alight and shiver across his skin. A smile unfurls itself across her lips, lifting the corners of her mouth, an action she twists with seduction. There was a familiar glint in her eyes, one that calls to him even more strongly here. The magic that swirls in the air drops his guard, dangerously so. The slope of his shoulders is lax, the stress of the world as weightless as him in the warm waters.

Just as she doesn't hesitate to tuck herself against him, he doesn't hesitate to accept her. His chin lifts fractionally, giving her the space she quietly demands, giving her access to the most vulnerable part of his throat. Somewhere along the line, she had garnered his trust - he didn't watch her from the corner of his eye, he didn't shift with anticipation or tense with the concern that she'd sink her teeth into him just a little too deep. So when she pressed her lips to his throat, he leaned into her.

Wordlessly, he slung a foreleg across her, pulling her under him. It was maddening, the more he fucked her, the more he craved her. He had hoped that she'd leave his system, that she wouldn't be able to sink her claws any deeper into him. But he sought her more than his next breath. Here, with the sweet air, realization and accepted swirled like a lethal cocktail in his veins. This was what he wanted. She was what he wanted.

Nothing short of possessive, he gripped her scruff, holding her in place against him. There was no sweeter sin than Senka. Whatever blood dripped from his hands or the bruises that painted his knuckles, she looked passed it. And maybe that was what had him coming back time and time again. Whether or not he fully understood it, she whispered to a side of him long neglected, she reminded him that he was something more than the sword he swung, the secrets he kept, the crimes he committed. So when he sank into her, a groan of relief was pressed into her skin.

fade/cue the drama"speech"

he held a knife, a gun, and a smile
code // art by bunny
02-20-2024, 02:38 PM

Noblewoman

from Rionnach
age
3 years old
gender
Female
size
Medium
scent
ocean spray & yarrow
supporting
Royalist
home
Sussex
threadlog
anagapesis
writer
koi
rated M for smexy themes
if you're not expecting it at this point then idk what you're doin here


A year ago, Senka never would have found herself here—or plastered against anyone other than Augustine. She never would have thought her heart could ache like this, half of it withering like a petal without sunlight, the other half blazing into life with a fierce flame like she has never known. A younger version of her, besotted and naïve, would have been willing to die for Augustine—but the insidious beast that lives in her soul now whispers that she would kill for Odysseus.

Every day, she inches further into the dark, and she is not afraid.

He makes her wonder who she might have been in another life, one where she'd had the ability to make her own choices. Would they find each other in every version of reality, destined to collide like collapsing stars? Under the spellbinding effect of the lagoon, she likes to think so—she likes to think that she could be free to love him the way he deserves, to kiss away the hurts, to see every dark and twisted part of him and welcome him with open arms all the same. She dances on the edge of everything that could be and the stark reality of what is, but for tonight, she lets her worries sink to the background. For tonight, there is nothing but her and Odysseus and the way he's brought that shell of herself back to life.

He drags her into his embrace, and Senka sighs into him like she's coming home, like there's nowhere else in the world she would rather be. He's driven into her soul and built roots there, cocooning the broken pieces of her heart, stitching her back together when she had been so certain she would rot with decay. She'll kiss his bloody knuckles, and he'll reignite the flames of her tattered soul. How is she supposed to play pretend at her sedentary life when he has ingrained himself into every piece of her? How can they be wrong, when she has never felt more right than when she is at Odysseus's mercy?

So she lets those roots grow, lets that fire burn, lets him consume her in every sense of the word—lets him bury himself in her like she's something holy, and hopes that at least a whisper of her is stitched into his soul as surely as he is in hers.


fade to black
but we ain't done yet just wait for it—
how strange,
to dream of you
even when
i am wide awake
code // art
02-22-2024, 02:33 PM
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