mortals are so soft and ordinary, I've been watching all morning. the curve of a shoulder. the hollow of a throat. all that easily torn flesh on display

disgusting

mortals stringing up lights to hold back winter as if the sun won't return regardless... yet something about watching them cling to hope like that 🕯️

been scrolling their holiday posts for hours. such desperate little rituals

sister!! 🌙 together we'll brighten this wretched little platform. I decided that we might as well make it convenient for mortals who wish to shower us with worship

my Axierus has the most perfect shade, like cinnabar catching fire. exquisite little artist. she's always at my side during hunts and delights

my blessed all have that coloring now. 🏹✨