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[yunhuntress]

[ KILL ], also to add to this - "Oya, Oya? Did i interrupt something? How rude of me."

Fang had not been worried of the attacker that had attempted to wound her. They had gotten in a few shallow cuts which were present upon her face and her left side however. Spotting the other woman, Fang remained a bit on edge after the attacker was slain by them.  “You didn’t interrupt anything important. Outcome was going to be the same.” 

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[ghostlyanon]

🥚

🥚  giv eggs  🥚 | @soul-hxnter​

“Uh...” 

Bizarre occurrences had happened to her before and they would keep coming in the future, she was sure of that, but she easily could settle this one as the weirdest of today. Being randomly given an egg by a complete stranger was not amongst her list of possibilities. Annie was sure Easter had been over for a few months now. Was this about some other custom she was not aware of?

“... T-thank you...” No matter the truth to the case, she thought it was of good manners to show gratitude for being given some food so freely. She looked up and offered a nervous smile to the person, making sure to hold the egg securely in her hand. “I... I’m afraid I don’t have any eggs to give back. I was not prepared for this...”

#soulhxnter #soul-hxnter #( asks ) #[ ghosty.exe has stopped working ]

[amberenigma]

@soul-hxnter​ said: Black eyes watch with interest behind the thick layer of white hair, falling onto her face. One eye is revealed, observed from the side, as she makes sure to give each passing person a smile. A wonderful festival it was, where she had decided to set up her own little booth with all manners of pies. She had no appetite lately. So her wonderful trophies could be used in such an inviting way! "Would you like a pie, sir?" She smiles at the one person passing by. / inbox call | accepting.

Masato’s gaze flits along the festival stalls---Matsuri season, as he liked to call it. Sure, he would come later with partner in tow, but for now, he had decided it would suffice to procure something delicious instead, a taste to enjoy in the serenity of home. The next time, he’d don a yukata, but at least by his lonesome, it was clear was wasn’t going to be around for awhile, only looking for something to take home.

Oh. He had been sought out---Masato can’t quite help in the way his brows raise in surprise, but he follows the sound of her voice to the stall anyway. ( pies, huh... ) By no means traditional, but would that really be a bother? Perhaps not, although he can’t quite help but find the woman’s face foreign among the festival goers alike---the single, deep void gaze, a cave crested by snow locks. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that although Masato humored her, he was certainly on edge. “Depends, what flavors are we looking at, here?” he dares to ask, no such divots in the crust to tell him what kinds of fillings truly beheld in these innocent looking desserts.

#soulhxnter #asks. #( ╳┊ offline. ) #( ╳┊ 04. 目ざめ ) #i never got a friggin notif for this UWAH #i hope masato likes :) meat :) pies :)

[vitavitale]

@soul-hxnter​ sent:  "...They don't make for an entertaining prey." the woman stands on the rubble in the middle of the street, a gnarly mangled remain of what used to be one of her arms, covered by the remains of her dress seems to be largely ignored as she holds up a single demonic head with her other one. Blood covers most of her visage, staining her long white locks. Covered with wounds from head to toe, she, nonetheless, stood there rather nonchalantly. Crazed black eyes look at the head before she tosses it onto a pile of corpses. They had interrupted her fun. They had destroyed one of her hunting grounds and turned it into their own. The woman finally takes a look around, noting a spectator. "Enjoyed the show?" She doesn't seem to be ready to fall over, turning to face the observer. The wounds on her body already starting to close, her body working hard to return her into a state of perfect health. The arm might take a moment, however. Inconvinient.

That couldn’t have been very human of her... Ah, hell, when it wasn’t one thing, it had to be another.

V tensed, but not visibly. His ground held when his attention was called, and he did little more than lift his head a little higher when eye contact was established between himself and the woman many feet from him. From the shadow of a bridge half standing the warlock emerged, revealing himself in full beneath the light of the sinking sun. Brow set, cane at the ready, demons hiding in plain sight, V braced himself about as well as he could. Given the manner in which she tossed away the remains of a decapitation, he could assume she hadn’t an ounce of fear in her soul, and as far as he could tell, she wasn’t particularly ashamed of herself. He should have been concerned over the state he’d found her in if he could only trust that she was human, nonthreatening, and open to assistance. There wasn’t any helping his eyes as they lingered a moment too long on her damaged arm. Should have been painful for her, but even this she didn’t appear disturbed by, and the woman’s behavior worried V more over his own safety than anyone else’s at this point, quite frankly. 

If demons and injuries did not faze her, what would?

V could only hope that she was...unarmed. That may well be his only advantage. As to the question of a show, he would have to answer delicately. “I suppose carnage can be thrilling to anyone.” That did not have to be a positive thing; he’d tried for ambiguity. Out of what was his better judgment, V sought to follow protocol, good manners, and wonder, “Are you sure you should be exposing yourself to the sun and scavengers alike in your condition? You must be in pain. I wouldn’t play with my life the way you are, if I were you.” The scent of blood on her would no doubt carry on the wind, attracting the interest of carnivorous demons near and far. If she was at all careful, she’d have hid or made some effort to clean the gore off; but, then again, she was so dauntless among the bodies of fallen demons, those that survived in secret, out of view, and in V’s presence. To be completely unfair to him, however, who would ever cower beneath his gaunt frame and smoldering gaze? Unfortunately, V appeared as little more than an annoyance to most.

But if this stranger were to rush him, oh the surprise she’d face when V would prove her mistaken to try. Sorcerers had a plethora of tricks to them.

#soulhxnter #answered ic ; #epoch: a poison tree ; #// He's kind of a smartass and I'm sorry. #// A measured smartass??

[hopingforjustice]

@soul-hxnter said: ❝ You know, it’s funny; I keep thinking I’ve seen you before. ❞ unprompted ask  /  always accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ She didn't know why she stopped walking at that unassuming comment. Many people used this cliché to start a conversation, for the most diverse reasons. Something that wasn't even creative in the first place, but it used to work very often, as Reimi demonstrated right away. Interrupted steps, body turning slowly towards the woman, a brief analysis of her curious figure, an effort to find anything familiar there. ❝ I’m not sure if we’ve met before. ❞ Her tone ever so gentle, a dose of politeness injected into it when dealing with a new face. Truth be told, she almost failed to get a good look at the other's features — since the height difference between them wasn't only obvious but quite surprising. Her neck tingled a little bit at the effort to lift her face up, in vain. ❝ You are not the type that goes unnoticed. ❞ A soft smile touched her lips, fingers reaching for her pink hair and placing a lock behind her ear. That imposing posture could be intimidating at first, an effect impossible to control or contain, and the girl was no exception to the rule.

ㅤ ㅤ What didn't mean it was a good enough reason to scare her away. Perhaps the right thing to do, talking to strangers was never a good idea, all the parents seemed to agree with it. However, if one wouldn't take chances now and then, how will they meet new people? Or even colleagues, friends, connections with any meaning? Of course assuming that Reimi would get along with her was rash to say the least, but a spark of genuine interest arose at that unexpected approximation. ❝ Where did you see me, if I may ask? ❞ Memory searched for the places frequented recently, without being able to visualize the woman in the crowd. Someone so tall would attract attention at some point — even some comments, like when people see something worthy of attention but soon abandon it after a few seconds of contemplation. For some reason it was marked in the stranger's mind, to the point it deserves an approach. Curiosity bubbled up inside her, the crucial question ('why do you remember my face?') on the tip of her tongue already.

#soul-hxnter #soulhxnter #( ✥ touching the other side. / answered. ) #( the verse is a mystery but i'm going with the flow ) #( reimi is just a magnet for murderers you know ) #( thank you so much!! )

[smoking-mercenary-archive]

“tired?” (Soulhxnters)

Sleepy Kitty - Accepting

@soulhxnters

“Wha-” The feline jerks his head up, almost fallen asleep outside his house in his building environment. He looks up hazy eyed toward the three headed beast, a slight confused noise leaving his mouth before shaking his head, slowly getting up.

“Ayme fine... just a little.. sleepy is all.” He says as an uncontrollable yawn comes out, making him stagger for a moment. “Just... having a kid is really different. It’s hard to even think sometimes.” he sighs “But gods, does it feel amazing to just have a daughter...” His head lightly falls again before he jerks it up, trying to stay awake just in case something happens

#[Smoking Mercenary {Main}] #[Curious Smoke {Asks}] #protectingourfuture #Soulhxnters #//tired kitty because bab//

[sweet-chimera-a]

👄 Cerberus (soulhxnter)

//send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character 

“They’re a good doggo. The best doggo.”

[smoking-mercenary-archive]

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈?

                                                   Your Mystery

                                             Your mystery is terrifying... You keep to yourself, no one really knows anything about you. The mystery surrounding you is both scary and alluring, which is your power. People don't know you, they don't know what you're capable of, and because of this they likely won't push you. And on the flip side, most people will do a lot of what you say to, in hopes of being the one person who knows something about you. You can be whoever you want to be, whenever you want. You could be the shy but nice person, the creepy person, the cool if reckless person, and all because no one knows you. All you need to do is suggest at things, and people will believe you.                               As my dad told me... Mystery is power.

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Tagging: @thxcxlxstialwarricr, @fixryambiticn, @soulhxnters, @thewayfaringhero, and anyone else who wants to nab at this.

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