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vendettacanons · 2 years

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@warpaiint SAID: “You’re okay, you’re alright” - Mebh/Eivor

⚔️ Centaurworld Lyric Starters // ACCEPTING ⚔️

No! No, she was not okay! And she made that fact distinctly clear by the way she clutched onto Eivor, gritting her teeth as hard as she possible could to hold back the tears. She couldn’t cry now! She had to be angry!

“Eivor…” She tried to spit it out as straight as she could but couldn’t stop herself from choking up. The tears came crashing down before she could stop them, her chest tightening up and her breath seizing in her throat at the memories that resurfaced, old and new. This was Kilkenny all over again. “Th-they took her! They took me mammy!”

She raised an arm to point it in the direction the large hunting party had fallen back- the direction she’d last seen her mother, muzzled and caged and fighting as they carted her off like the prized beast they took her for. Yet despite all her strength, all her speed, all her feral wolf power, there were still just too many of them. Too many men, too many iron chains. She never stood a chance.

Around the duo, a sea of dark fur made to tear off in the direction Mebh had pointed. The pack was a mass of snarls and teeth, their tracks sinking into the earth as they moved to find their other leader. Mebh did her best to swipe away her tears and wriggle out of Eivor’s grasp, weak and sniffly as she was. She reached for the wolves, yearning to hop on the back of one so she could give chase. “We have to get her back! We have to!”

#// and a little bit of angst #// as a treat uwu #still i find you next to me : mutual #warpaiint #( m : mebh og mactire )#ask : is this what you wanted

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vendettacanons · 2 years

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⚔️ Run With The Wolves ⚔️

⚔️ Closed starter for @asterriism ⚔️

On any other occasion, the rich scent of wood and wildflowers would have been a pleasant sensation on their senses. Something to focus on amidst the sound of a stampede of paws against the soft earth beneath and behind them. The steady panting of their animal counterparts blended with the sounds of wild birds and the breeze blowing through their hairs. Mebh huffed from where she sat on the back of a wolf, riding alongside her mother.

“Mammy, I’m gettin’ hungry! How much further do we have to go?” She whined, dramatically throwing herself back on her mount. The canid below her rumbled a cheerful bark, hoping to cheer up the starving tot.

“I’m not sure, my love-“ Moll paused, raising her head at the distant sound of chatter. She raised a hand to stop her wolf, the rest of the pack gradually rolling to a pause behind her in a long wave. The scent of distant smoke and water caught in her senses, the rest of her animals sniffing at the air. She was slow to leave her mount, feet resting against the soil. She outstretched an arm, silently commanding the animals to be quiet and hang back while she moved to the edge of the treeline. Her movements were slow, cautious as she peered through the dense shrubbery.

A waterfront town it seemed. She could smell fresh food and hear the chattering of humans in the distance. The sounds of rolling wooden wheels and horse hooves battering the ground as they drew their heavy carts. And weapons. “We should move on.” Mebh had other ideas, however, her focus squarely set on the scent of food wafting over from the town. The tot was quick to jump out from the brush and start swiftly moving through the tall grass towards the town.

“Mebh!” Her mother called out, desperately trying to navigate through the thick foliage and follow after her daughter who was already halfway towards the settlement. The tot finally paused as she broke from the greenery and ended up on an open path, narrowly avoiding being trampled by a horse rushing past with a shout.

Some introduction, she thought.

#checking out on the prison bus : closed starter #// i hope this works!#// if not then let me know and i'll tweak it!#( m : mebh og mactire )#( m : moll og mactire )#this city never sleeps at night : q

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vendettacanons · 2 years

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@warpaiint SAID: 🚪 ( or ‘door’ ) for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep covered in blood and about to faint from exhaustion - Moll and/or Mebh

It was Mebh who answered the door. Freshly dressed in her new night clothes that her mother had made her, hair brushed smooth and free or the usual wild leaves and litter that normally tangled themselves in her locks; she’d been getting ready for bed it seemed. Yet all the weariness left her eyes once they fell on Eivor. A gasp escaped her at the condition she found the Viking in, her hands flying to cover her trembling lips. She was only frozen for a moment before she called out for her mother. “Mammy!”

No sooner had the yell escaped her daughter than Moll came running, fearing the worst. And indeed, she found it. Moll was quick to gently push Mebh aside and grasp at Eivor, uncaring of how the blood soiled her newest clothes. She looped an arm about her shoulders, her other hand grasping at Eivor’s with a firm but gentle touch. She guided her inside, mumbling hushed words to her daughter about what to grab as she seated the wolf-kissed. Mebh appeared at her side with a bucket of warmed water, several cloths, and a great wooden box full of herbs and Moll wasted no time putting the all to use.

“You’re safe now, Eivor,” Moll soothed, dabbing at her temple with a warm wet cloth to clean the blood from her features. “Rest now, we will take care of you.”

Contrasting Moll’s trembling but otherwise soothing voice was Mebh’s worried hugging of the woman’s leg. She fought back tears as she squeezed her calf, mumbling into the bloodied armor. “Mummy, what happened…? Who did this to ya?”

#// the blood could very well be anyone else’s but Eivor’s #// but that won’t stop them from worrying ;u;#// they love her and want to make sure she’s okay #still i find you next to me : mutual #warpaiint #( m : mebh og mactire )#( m : moll og mactire )#[ eivor and moll tbt. ]#ask : is this what you wanted

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vendettacanons · 2 years

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// If they were in a modern verse, Moll would make ASMR cooking and crafting videos where she comforts and speaks to her viewers like a loving mother, and Mebh would be making the most chaotic Tik Toks you’ve ever seen in your life of her setting shit on fire and running on all fours with wolves and climbing up buildings before jumping off of them-

#// one gives anxiety #// the other takes it #you’re a natural : headcanon #( m : mebh og mactire )#( m : moll og mactire )

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vendettacanons · 2 years

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The Wolfwalkers

// bc my muse for them is a high so i’m taking a break from overhauling the nav to write headcanons for them

Moll

Languge - Moll knows the language of all animals, not just wolves. She can speak with any beast or creature, and even plants to some degree.

Food - While most of the food she prepares for her and Mebh come from foraged things, like mushrooms, herbs, wild berries, fruit, roots, and vegetables, meat is still a pivotal part of their diet. Hunting is a critical skill and Moll uses her wolf form to catch animals to cook. She hunts mostly deer and fish, but will occasionally take sheep or goats from farmers if times are hard.

The Raven - Like many wolves, Moll has companions in the form of ravens. Her bloodline has been tied with a family of ravens for many years. Her closest raven is named Saoirse, and she helps spot for Moll on the hunt. In return, Moll offers her a portion of the food for her and her family. Saoirse also spots danger for Moll and guides her to safer places o helps her find things she is looking for.

The Call - Moll’s call can and will gather the attention of all wolves who hear it, not just her pack. Every wolf that hears her call will be drawn to her, will listen to her, and will join and follow her, regardless of their previous allegiance or status. It’s part of her gift.

The Magic - As an older Wolfwalker, Moll has almost full control of her magic. She can heal any wound, no matter how severe. She can control the growth and movement of plants, allowing them to conceal spaces or lash out at people who get too close. Additionally, the woods where Moll resides will remain in an ever-present state of autumn bounty. The leaves of trees will always remain orange and gold, there will always be fruit and herbs aplenty, and plants with wither at a slower rate than usual. She can even influence the weather over her territory to some degree, though this requires all of her pack’s assistance to manage. She can imbue surfaces with runes and paintings that will glow and illuminate an area at her will. She can make her hands and chest glow as she wants. She can purify air and water, and her brews can be imbued with magic to cure any illness.

The Wolf - As a wolfwalker, Moll appears human when she is awake and as a wolf when she sleeps. For the most part, she has control over the wolf. It is strong, enduring, and incredibly agile for something so large. While it does have Moll’s intelligence, it’s pivotal to remember that the wolf is still wild to some degree and it still maintains its instincts. Should there be a sudden spike in Moll’s emotions, the wolf will come out and cause her to faint as a result. At its most volatile, the wolf is capable of incredible things. It can scale walls, clear tall fences, run through solid stone, and bite through sold iron and steel. Despite this, the wolf is not invulnerable. Any injury it sustains will reflect back on her human body.

Art Lover - Moll has a deep love of art. She enjoys carving wooden figures and statues and she sells these charms in villages she visits or trades them for food she cannot make herself, such as bread and sweets. Additionally, Moll loves painting. She loves finding flowers, berries, and stones to make new pigments out of. She finds the whole process of crushing pigments, mulling the paints, and then neatly collecting them into small containers to be stored and swatched all so therapeutic. And she is a beautiful painter to boot. She’s also a wondrous sculptor of clay and stone.

Craftsmanship - Moll enjoys embroidery and sewing. She fancies herself a seamstress in some regards, having made her and Mebh’s clothes. She enjoys the process of picking fabrics, cutting them, and tailoring them into beautiful outfits. She also loves the process of making jewelry. She loves finding stones, cutting them, polishing them, and working with metals to make them into beautiful pieces. Moll also loves weaving and woodworking, creating useful things to help make life easier.

Tattoo Artist - Moll enjoys creating fine pastes that can be used for tattoos. She enjoys making designs of beautiful sceneries and creatures that can be used in tattoos. She focuses on both stylized and realistic-looking pieces.

Athleticism - Moll enjoys a number of physical hobbies. Her favorite thing to do is run through the forest but a close second is swimming, especially in hot springs. She enjoys the feeling of the water moving around her and enjoys soaking in the sounds and scents of nature as she drifts along. She’s been known to doze off in water if she’s in it for too long.

Mebh

Language - Mebh is not as seasoned as her mother in talking to animals. She practices a lot and she can speak to some woodland creatures and birds but it tends to be limited.

Food - Mebh prefers to chase her food and practices hunting a lot. She sticks to catching mice and rabbits, and she enjoys scaring flocks of sheep.

The Raven - Mebh’s best friend is a young Raven named Aisling. Aisling helps stop Mebh from falling into traps or getting too reckless that Mebh gets hurt. She also splits meals with Mebh and plays with her from time to time.

The Call - As a young wolfwalker, Mebh’s call is only capable of calling her pack to join her. Additionally, she can call upon oher wild animal of the forest like deer, rabbits, mice, fish, and others. Moll doesn’t know why this is.

The Magic - Unlike her mother, Mebh’s magical abilities are still limited. She can heal with her magic and with her mixtures, and she can manipulate plants and natures. Her abilities are still far less developed than her mother’s though.

The Wolf - As a wolfwalker, Mebh appears human when she is awake and as a wolf when she sleeps. For the most part, she has control over the wolf but much like Mebh, it is still a very wild creature and all the instincts of a true wolf. Should there be a sudden spike in Mebh’s emotions, the wolf will come out and cause her to faint as a result. Her wolf is not as strong as her mother’s, but it can still scale walls and break weapons with it bite. Despite this, the wolf is not invulnerable. Any injury it sustains will reflect back on her human body.

Art Lover - Much like Moll, Mebh has an appreciation for art. he lvoes helping her mother make paints and she loves painting with them! Her process is a bit messier and less refined but she enjoys it all the same... if she can sit still. What she really enjoys though, is weapon making. She loves watching the creation of tools and weapons like swords, bows, daggers, and knives most of all.

Craftsmanship - Mebh enjoys helping her mother sew and weave baskets, mostly because she enjoys making baskets that she can sled down hills and shores in. The actual craft is lost on her, but she enjoys using the time to bond with her mother.

Athleticism - Mebh’s favorite thing to do is run through he woods, chasing animals and following birds. Her second favorite thing to do is climb. She loves chasing birds up into the trees and running along branches of the canopy. She often jumps from bough to bough to feel like she’s flying.

Painless - Mebh is quite rambunctious and with all that activity comes injuries. Growing up in the woods where there’s so many ways to get hurt, Mebh’s a veteran of a thousand scars. She one broke her arm and didn’t now it was broken because her pain tolerance is that high. Nothing has really been able to top the notch in her ear really.

#you’re a natural : headcanon #( m : mebh og mactire )#( m : moll og mactire )

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vendettacanons · 2 years

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@warpaiint SAID: ✍️ - Eivor / Moll / Mebh (only if you want to!)

⚔️ Muse Drawing Meme // CLOSED ⚔️

A painted portrait of what appears to be two women and a young girl sitting together recovered from an old grave. Date of creation inconclusive.

#// historians will swear they were just good friends #// but we know #// we know #so this is what you meant : ask #warpaiint #[ eivor and moll tbt. ]#( m : mebh og mactire )#( m : moll og mactire )#mutual : all of my best friends

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vendettacanons · 2 years

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@warpaiint ASKED: “ it's just a bad dream. “ - Mebh / Eivor

⚔️ Comfort After a Nightmare Prompts // CLOSED ⚔️

Run, run, run! Mebh could hear the shouts behind her, the stomp of iron-clad feet and heavy hooves digging into the earth behind her, shattering every rock she hopped over, splintering ever log she dove under. The flaming arrows whizzed by her, casting heat and light to the forest as it blurred past. She panted, her whimpering and strangled barks floating off unheeded into the cold night, begging for someone to hear her before she was caught. One of the horses rode up beside her, it’s great hooves threatened to crush her furry little body. She narrowly managed to dodge the swipe of the rider’s axe with a whine. She did not miss how some of her deep red fur caught on the sharpened, bloody blade. She panicked in that moment, leaping off the path and darting through the woods. She mustered all of her remaining strength to jump up into a tree, hoping the darkened snowy boughs would hide her. Sure enough, the pursuers passed by as she shook and shivered in her hiding place. She waiting what felt like hours in that darkened tree before making her way back to the village. Without hesitation, she snuck her way back into the lodge where her mother and her slumbered, cold and wet and shaking as she dove back into her human body.

When Mebh awoke, it was with a start. She gasped and clutched at her chest, a sob bubbling up within her and breaking free. She sobbed, wiping furiously at her eyes. The world passed in a blur as she ran out to find Eivor and clung to her, seeking comfort in her warm touch. She was too distraught to speak, uttering broken words about men in the woods and how they almost caught her. She knew! She knew what she saw, what she felt! But she couldn’t say it without revealing their secret! They were in danger and she couldn’t say anything and they thought only frustrated her and made her cry more. At least she gripped Eivor’s armor and whimpered, “they’re in the woods! They’re coming for me! They’re coming for us!” She admitted, the tears splashing down her cheeks like tumbling ice. “I saw it! I saw them!”

#// a little angst your honor #// a bit of angst from before eivor finds out what they are #// is she a prophet? an oracle? a clairvoyant?#// no! she’s a silly little wolf who went for a run!#still i find you next to me : mutual #warpaiint #( m : mebh og mactire )#ask : is this what you wanted

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