sif-the-wolf
Sif the Great Grey Wolf
I am an old friend of the Four Knights of Gwyn and a close companion to the former Abyss Knight known as Artorias.
Please let his ghost rest where it should.
(RP Blog for Sif the Great Grey Wolf from Dark Souls. Try not to take it too seriously unless otherwise stated!
Tracking the tags: greywolfie)
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miscellaneous angst starters.
when were you going to tell me?
you can’t keep doing this to yourself.
that’s…a lot of blood.
can you walk?
please don’t lie to me.
you were supposed to leave.
i’m not going anywhere without you.
shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.
there was nothing more you could have done.
it wasn’t your fault.
this is all my fault.
you aren’t acting like yourself.
i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.
you’re hurting me.
don’t ever do that again.
go to hell.
please don’t cry.
you have to stay awake.
i wish i could take the pain away.
you could have died.
hey – stay with me.
it’ll be over soon.
did you ever love me?
i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.
things won’t always hurt this bad.
you passed out.
how much have you had?
i’m okay. it’s all fine.
it’s not okay! you’re not fine!
let me get you something for the pain.
it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.
it’s clearly not nothing.
have you been to the doctor?
i didn’t mean the things i said.
i thought we meant something.
people who are okay don’t act like this.
you don’t have to go through this by yourself.
i don’t want you to be alone.
please don’t regret me.
i heard you crying.
you need to get some rest.
when was the last time you ate something?
i’m worried about you.
did you have another nightmare?
[name], there’s nobody there.
i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.
please talk to me.
why are you mad at me?
alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.
don’t leave me.
did you do this to yourself?
it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.
tell me what’s wrong.
tell me how to make it better.
why don’t you care?
get the hell away from me.
please don’t do this.
i can’t believe that you lied to me.
just…stay for the night.
you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.
you can’t die. i won’t let you.
just hang on, okay?
hold my hand if you need to.
i’m sorry.
why do you have a gun?
don’t panic.
just breathe.
you’re bleeding.
i’m trying to stop the bleeding.
you’ve been crying, i can tell.
you should have told me sooner.
i wanted to tell you in person.
a phone call would’ve been nice.
i hate you.
i love you.
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I'm not dead! I was just very not in a good place. Is anyone still around or new blood that wants to interact while I get cleaning up?
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My muse growls dangerously at you. How do you calm them down?
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(*taps microphone and takes a deep breath*)
HEWWO IS ANYBOWDY THEWE?
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(*taps microphone and takes a deep breath*)
HEWWO IS ANYBOWDY THEWE?
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(Your call! You know I don’t mind.]
*pounds on desk* More Sif and Verit, more Sif and Verit
((… @sif-the-wolf, you wanna? xD))
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I see. My request remains of you however... please do not risk yourself needlessly. And if you have need of it, flee to the Forest. Seek Alvina of the Darkwood and beg her of aid. If she is willing, she may grant you purchase and sanctuary with the hunters of the wood.
The wolf remained still before, letting her hug him and allowing the quiet to remain uninterrupted. He knew enough about mortals to know when words would do more harm than good. For now, she needed a friend and comfort. A task he was well suited to provide.
Her arms wrapped around his head in an odd sort of embrace, fingers tangling in his fur as her face pressed into the back of his neck. It was like that she sat for a moment before responding to the wolf.
“With luck, I shall be fine. My sister, and our allies, are preparing for his arrival. It is only a matter of time until he finds me again.” Verit shook her head, burying her face in his soft fur once more. This was only going to end in death, or her capture.
“I beg of you, please, do not attempt to face him. He shall attempt to kill you if opposed.” And unlike the Undead, Sif would not return to life.
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The wolf leaned forward, pressing his head against her chest as he digested her words. His eyes were closed and Sif sighed deeply before speaking his thoughts to his friend, albeit with some hesitation.
I... I do not want you harmed either, Verit. You’re a dear friend and I would hate if you became injured because of him. I’m sure I’m not alone when I say that there are many others who care about you deeply. The Divine wolf paused briefly before continuing.
Please, Verit. I don’t want to lose you the same way I did my last friend...
As he moved back, Verit sat up, tucking her legs under herself as she faced him. She was afraid, yes, but more for his sake. “Javed - my father… he has come to Lordran to retrieve me. He may come here looking for me. I do not want to see you harmed by his hand, Sif. He is more powerful than myself…”
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The wolf paused and looked to Verit, his brow furrowing at her words and his tail slowing its joyful swaying. He sat back and looked at her seriously, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim forest. The timid maiden he knew was uncharacteristically serious and he didn’t like it one bit.
Verit? What’s going on?
With a laugh, she allowed herself to fall back, raising a hand to stroke the fur atop his head as he ‘spoke’. “How could I ever forget you? No, I apologize, I have been training.”
Her expression fell, however, as she recalled the reason for her visit. Verit placed her hands gently on either side of his muzzle so she could look at him. “Sif, you must promise me you shall be careful. I may not be able to visit much in the coming days.”
@sif-the-wolf
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V-Verit!
The large wolf instantly dropped all pretense and sprinted towards her, heedless of his size as he pounced on her. He nuzzled her affectionately, his tail wagging swiftly behind him and his eyes closed as he drank in her familiar scent. It had been weeks? Months? Too long, he decided as he rubbed his head against her.
I was worried you had forgotten all about me or worse... Where have you been?
The wolf paused at the sight of an approaching shadow, his ears folding back and he dropped into a defensive stance. Sif's eyes narrowed and he let out a slow warning growl to the stranger.
At the growl, Verit paused, raising her hands before making a slight gesture, the faint glow of magic illuminating her face for her old friend. It had been a very long while indeed…
“If you wish I left, Sif, then I shall…”
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Possessive Starters!
“You belong to me.”
“You’re mine to own, understand?”
“No, you’re not going out without me.”
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking out?”
“You’re not allowed to see them anymore.”
“You’re being too friendly with them.”
“I don’t like when they touch you.”
“I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.”
“You can’t leave me. You couldn’t live without me.”
“I provide for you, you don’t have to work now.”
“I’m locking you in your room until you learn!”
“You’re mine, I watch everything you do.”
“Give me your phone, I’m going to read your messages.”
“Who were you talking to?”
“You don’t need them! You have me!”
“I don’t care if you don’t like it, you’re mine to do what I please to.”
“Be quiet, now.”
“Come here, I’m marking you so that everyone will know who you belong to.”
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Five Facts
Tagged by @mirrahs-finest
Fact 1] Zaki runs this blog.
Fact 2] I once traveled across the entire country to visit Verit-mun for a convention. That was a lot of money but a lot of fun.
Fact 3] I despise people who would betray their own for something material.
Fact 4] My Darkmoon Blade profile in Dark Souls has an hour count over 800 and Rank 3 in the covenant with over 99 ears in my inventory and in my box. I’ve killed a lot of sinners.
Fact 5] My guilty pleasure is fanfiction. Deliciously sinful fanfiction.
Tagging @littleverit, @astoran-exemplar @soul-of-astora and anybody else who wishes to do this.
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(( -Quietly points people in the direction of this blog over here.- ))
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