the day i died / i didn’t tell / my body.

There’s only one person I know who can munch with such… venom.

⠀ Pearlstone eyes softly peek beneath chitin, like jewels buried in flesh. All to dim, all to quiet. She’ll see how close the little Guardian will get before noticing the wish dragon. ⠀

⠀ Given how Riven’s body hugged the walls, her tail curling still, perhaps it was unfair to blame the hunter’s ignorance. A soft, low, hiss erupts in the throat, head dipping closer to the guardia, chitin flaring. ”Little hunter.” ⠀

⠀ A cup of tea ? With an ahamkara ? ⠀

⠀ .. Then perhaps she may comply. Though– there aren’t many ahamkara left to have qualms with. She’ll take it kindly. ⠀

the best often die by their own hand.

⠀ She loves Guardian holidays .. ⠀

⠀ It’s a mockery, truly. She’ll take to the kindness, however, and allow herself smaller. Company more comfortably alike to his size. ⠀

* ╱ ⠀ big fan of riven and her wiggly little tendrils tbh

Ahamkara hold no tradition. And she has nothing nor no reason to give to the Guardians. She has given enough. She can’t watch ? Or antagonize, or bother ? ⠀

⠀ ”That you are,” she murmurs, her head tilting, shifting slightly. Hands cupped behind her back, the ahamkara squints. ”Even an old corpse ?” ⠀

⠀ She seems to squint, claws burying themselves into a crystalline pillar with discomforting cracks. Rubble finds itself barreling to the ground with the ahamkara’s movement. ”How did you find yourself in my keep .. little shadow ?” ⠀

* ╱ ⠀ haha yeah imagine

* ╱ ⠀ me when 7 foot frame rats along his back

* ╱ ⠀ 8 days til new phone might die

please don't go ⟋ i'll eat you whole ....

⠀ dawning. ⠀