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"the poem begins not where the knife enters, but where the blade twists"
"beauty is terror"
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Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. For this round, every prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, do whatever. Steal from a literary classic, or copy a hit tweet.
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[REMIX] hungers
Major Tags: also mild gore?
Additional Tags: werewolf transformation moment, he is a good dog
Permission to remix: Yes
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ive been thinking about them a lot but this is the thing in particular i fixated on
He knows the last grains of sand have finally run out when the wolf begins to claw itself free from its cage—red-hot lines raked across his skin, pain blooming in a sharp contrast to the weight of Seokmin’s gaze. He’d already warned him, but even if he had the wherewithal to try and make the process look elegant it was already far too late; he wouldn’t be able to straighten out of the reflexive hunch he had fallen into even if he tried.
The spirit always remembers the shape it’s supposed to be, and it twists his body to suit.
This time, maybe it’s a little hastier, a little messier—emboldened by the scents it can catch once the changes have rippled over a muzzle. Something fresh leaking through the walls of the too-familiar box it knows as its own, something different to the tasteless meals it blunts its fangs on.
Something familiar.
The wolf knows this scent to be associated with a gentle touch, hot food, a warm and willing body. It aches to finally meet that touch outside of ghost-memories, clever fingers burying in soft fur. It slavers at the layered memory-dreams of a hot wet embrace and bruising teeth against a pliant neck.
Just one testing nip.
The wolf sniffs around its familiar surroundings, eventually turning to face where the door had closed with a snick, just one crack of bones among many. The puff of air from the movement had brought with it outside scents and the faintest undertone of sour fear, and the wolf traces it back to that unyielding wall—wet nose pressing against lines and claw-scrapes. It wants. It whines.
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Hunger weighs down the wolf’s tongue, and it sniffs out the rancid meat from where it sits half-exposed, waiting. It peels it free and feasts even as one ear swivels in anticipation of a live rat scurrying through its territory, him stepping inside, the creak of the opening door. The wolf perks and turns its head.
A featureless wall now with the slightest opening, through which the wolf can catch glimpses of shaded eyes, too-curious. Fear ebbing away now that the echoes of grotesque sounds have finally faded away.
The wolf is patient. The wolf is gentle.
The wolf will not growl a warning to defend the remains of its meal, because it knows that he is the one that is there, and he is not a threat.
Its head lifts and scents the air, tongue lolling out. Less of the sour-stink and more of him comes through. And with it, a familiar wanting hunger that stirs an answer within it, and it knows to bury its reflexive snarl in bone and gristle.
The wolf will be good so it can sate all of their hungers.
Re: [REMIX] hungers
Re: [REMIX] hungers