〝 importance is quite a word of choice. 〞but then again, it differs from person to person. bloodshed, war, madness — anything that falls underneath that category he has control over.
〝 you are lucky i lack a proper soul to care about you fiddling around mine like a toy. 〞
conquest hums , a retiring smile playing on her lips . “ evidently . “ ashes of war gradually colors her fingertips as she tugs .
“ yours is of infinite importance , it seems . “ she acts coy and it serves as no little amusement . “ difficult to obtain . “
the gods attention shifted up, feeling as something of his having been taken from him. his expression lacked amusement of any kind, and a scowl tugged at his lips. 〝 enjoying yourself? 〞
Evidence shows that there were at least five forms of body scarification and tattooing in Yorubaland before contacts with either the Arabs or the Europeans.
These were facial marking (Ila-Oju), stomach or torso marking (Ila-Inu), incision (Gbere), tattooing (Soju), the use of antimony (tiiro), and the use of henna (lile-laali).
Torso scarification, although similar to tattooing, has been described in some literature as a type of tattoo; however, torso scarification involves cutting or making an incision into the skin such that when it heals, there is a permanent scar.
Importantly, it must be noted that facial marking and torso marking symbolize ethnic identity, whereas incision, tattooing, and the use of henna are more of a fashion statement and are thus subject to variation.
〝 Not even pretending to be happy to see me? Tsk, a pity. 〞A grin made its way to his lips before he pulled his finger away. Kwayedza finding it funny would be accurate, knowing him. To him, it would just look like a nibble.
〝 How rude. 〞
Slightly tilting his head to the side to avoid the touch as much as possible.
He'd love to bite it off but the other would probably find it funnier, wouldn't he?
"Long time no see..."
The berries are caught in his hand, one in particular being held between his fingers and squished, the juices being licked away. 〝 Is that meant to strike fear in me? 〞He questioned, finally sitting up and standing on his feet.
〝 Very well then, I'll thread carefully. ⁀➷
— domain in your realm, but here? Aah … ~ ”
Alva then tosses some of their berries down to him, quick and precise, “ you must trek carefully. Even for a supposed god. ”
〝 Maybe. 〞An answer that wasn't one at all. Eyes shifted to meet the other's gaze but he didn't move. 〝 I can easily deceive you with such a question. But with such a question to ask in the first place, I have a feeling that you may have already taken a guess. 〞
Light as a feather, stepping on branches that should have been breaking, the white haired fey simply plucked the gooseberries from the plant, and into their mouth.
.. Purple gaze sliding downwards.
“ Yes? Have I known you in my past, sir? ”
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DANCE UNTIL YOUR FEET FALL OFF! DRINK THE FEY WINE, AND YOU’LL BE TRAPPED FOREVER!
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faerie OC. genderless. jester/second hand for Queen Titania. mischief maker.
RT?
Teeth sink into the flesh of a man, a dead one at that. The deity's head tilts back and along with it, the skin rips and tears until a chunk is messing. Kwayedza chews as blood coats his mouth and his claws. He eats like an animal, eyes unfocused and posture hunched.