lunarhunts

@wiccaanways    ( … )   you’d…   do   that   for   me ?     [      the   huntress   blinked,   teeth   grazing   her   lower   lip   as   she   paced   in   a   tight,   restless   line.   she   listened — really   listened — to   every   word   he   offered,   weighing   them   like   stones   in   her   palms.   it   was   still   risky.   too   many   variables,   too   many   ways   the   night   could   turn   against   them.   and   she   had   no   idea   what   her   next   shift   would   feel   like.   it   had   been   so   long   since   she’d   let   it   happen   properly.   would   it   tear   through   her   like   wildfire ?   would   it   slip   over   her   bones   like   an   old,   familiar   coat ?     ]     okay…     [     she   nodded,   closing   her   eyes   for   a   heartbeat   before   brushing   her   hair   back   and   meeting   his   gaze   again.     ]    okay.   we’ll   try   it   your   way.    [   a   breath,   thin   and   uncertain.      ]      how   much   energy   is   this   going   to   cost   you ? 

what if (…) we can train your wolf? no wolfsbane, no chains, no injecting with silver— just letting you run in the forest? [ he tries to string the words together, his hands gesturing to make some sort of dome, ] i can create a field around the woods, containing you in it every shift until it no longer tries to fight you? [ although he wasn’t the best at learning healthy restraint, what with all his masochistic coping mechanisms that he was sure would put a therapist into a coma— he couldn’t bare to see the people he cared about doing the same thing. ] it is a part of you after all (…) eventually you have to learn to coexist. 

@wiccaanways    ( … )     [       she   looked   away,   closing   her   eyes   briefly.   he   was   right,   of   course.   he   was   only   looking   out   for   her.   but   her   wolfish   temper   still   simmered   below   the   surface.   that   dissipated   once   he   mentioned   his   own   control   being   taken   away,   in   a   different   way.   she   didn’t   know   much   about   his   past,   but   she   guessed   it   was   a   long   and   shitty   one.   her   arms   dropped   to   her   sides,   guilt   suddenly   filling   her   chest   as   she   fiddled   with   the   loose   threads   on   her   sleeves.       ]     I   lose   my   mind   every   time,   jack.   I   can’t   keep   it,   no   matter   how   much   I   try.   I   don’t   know   / how /.   even   after   all   this   time,   I   can’t   do   it…   I’m   not   as   strong   as   you   think   I   am…     

@magikais    ( … )     [      the   redhead   werewolf   let   the   corners   of   her   mouth   tug   up   slightly   as   she   let   some   of   her   hair   fall   over   her   face.   she   outstretched   her   hand   over   to   victoria,   her   fingers   brushed   over   her   knuckles.    ]     you’re   stronger   than   you   think,   vic...   come   on   then.     [      she   lifted   herself   to   her   feet,   pulling   her   hair   up   into   a   messy   ponytail.     ]      fight   me. 

i’ve met some incredible warriors in my day— you’re one of them, darling. accept that. [ the vampire replies fondly, head tilting as her eyes met hers than flitted over to her muscles. years and years of dedication showing every scar or cut littered across her skin. she admired that strength. she nods. ] i’d like that a lot. 

@magikais    ( … )      I   don’t   think   I’m   / that /   good.     [      an   amused   expression   formed   on   her   features   as   she   rested   her   cheek   on   her   hand.   her   silvery   hues   tracked   over   the   vampire — she   was   perfection.       ]       I’ve   seen   you   hold   your   own.   don’t   put   yourself   down.   but…   if   you   really   want,   we   could   train   together ? 

@magikais     ( … )     [      her   heart   jumped   to   her   throat   when   victoria   ignored   her   pleas   to   leave,   her   wide   eyes   staring   in   disbelief   at   the   vampire   soaring   down   the   steps.   alana   watched   her,   her   panicked   expression   softening   ever   so   slightly   as   she   let   the   blonde   adjust   the   chains   securing   her   wrists.   then,   wave   of   nausea   and   pain   rippled   over   her   body   and   she   hunched   over,   teeth   clenched.   her   skin   felt   like   it   was   on   fire.   she   had   gone   through   many   monthly   transformations   but   they   were   no   less   agonising   every   time.   her   eyes   blinked   slowly,   silvery   hues   glowing   uncontrollably   as   she   let   her   gaze   wander   in   admiration   over   victoria’s   face.   she   exhaled   sharply,   her   hand   gently   catching   the   vampire’s   wrist,   drawing   her   soft   hand   slowly   away   from   her   forehead,   chains   rattling   as   she   did.     ]      there   isn’t…   I   can’t   be   sure   of   what   I’ll   do   when   I   transform.   it’s   the   only   time   of   the   month   where   I’m   not…. ahhh…   in   control   of   my   own   actions. 

once victoria’s mind was made up, it was nearly impossible for her to let up. seeing alana in this state definitely didn’t dissuade her from staying, the sound of the chains rustling against her wrists didn’t either. refusing to waste anytime, victoria runs down the final few steps, flashing toward her with a rare sense of urgency. “ i’m not leaving. ” she replies, her hands clasping over the chains, tightening them before moving onto the next. 
            
            “ besides, i’m a resilient woman (…) i’ll bounce back. ” bright blue eyes glance out the window; she still had time before she had to be a safe distance away. pulling her matching scarf from her neck, she gently dabbed the sweat off her forehead. for a moment her eyes lingered over hers, unable to keep the facade of strength as she watched her trembling in pain. 
            
            “ there has to be better way than this. ”

@magikais    ( … )      [      the   redhead   was   already   feeling   weak,   her   bones   aching,   skin   paler   and   clammier   than   usual.   it   wasn’t   long   before   the   full   moon   would   make   an   appearance,   which   was   why   alana   had   holed   herself   up   in   her   basement.   she   had   just   been   about   to   seal   the   chains   around   her   wrists,   when   the   familiar   scent   of   the   blonde   vampire   caught   her   attention.   her   head   snapped   up,   immediately   shaking   he   head.     ]       no…   no,   no..   I   can’t   have   you   here,   victoria.   you   can’t   see   me   like   this — I   could   hurt   you   and   I’d   never   forgive   myself. 

@magikais     /   maybe ,   yes   ;)

/ omg is she back!

@lunarhunts 
            
            
            Ohhh pretty 

@dearprey    ( … )      [     her   gaze   flickered   back   over   to   the   fellow   werewolf,   leaning   herself   against   the   side   of   the   car   as   she   tracked   his   stance.   almost   instantly,   her   expression   softened.       ]      I’m   fine,   ben.   they   were   idiots   and   aren’t   worth   either   of   our   time.     [     a   small   smirk   grazed   her   lips   as   she   tilted   her   head.      ]      stop   worrying   about   me. 

i could tell.  that doesn’t answer my question.   [ he stands some distance from her,  hands crossed against his chest and brows pulled together.  he would be lying if he said he hadn’t been worried—-  how could he not? ]    

@dearprey    ( … )      [       alana   blew   a   piece   of   her   hair   out   of   her   face,   grimacing   as   she   glanced   briefly   back   over   her   shoulder.   her   silvery   hues   narrowed   in   annoyance.      ]       just   a   bunch   of   arrogant   assholes. 

@magikais   ( … )     [      a   roll   of   her   eyes   followed,   but   alana   couldn’t   hide   the   tug   of   amusement   remaining   on   her   lips   at   the   vampire’s   theatrics.   she   let   her   eyes   wander   over   victoria,   wrapped   up   in   her   flannel   shirt   and   something   unreadable   flickered   over   her   scarred   features — seeing   victoria   in   her   shirt   stirred   at   something   within   her.   her   expression   softened,   cocking   her   head   to   the   side,   before   she   beckoned   the   other   over   with   a   curl   of   her   index   finger.      ]     come   here. 

god, no! [ a dramatic drawl follows, her playful smile lingering as she turns toward the other, having worn the flannel a bit differently than alana— with her lacy underwear set peaking through that she made no real attempt to cover. she brings the collar of the shirt to her nose, taking in the scent fondly, ] but it’s comfortable (..) and it feels like you. 

@magikais    ( … )     [       a   small   smirk   formed   on   alana’s   lips   as   she   leaned   up   on   her   forearms,   her   red   hair   falling   down   in   messy   curls.      ]      have   I   officially   converted   you ?     [      she   teased   as   she   propped   her   elbow   on   the   pillow,   her   cheek   resting   on   her   hand.   she   took   a   moment   to   admire   the   other,   pride   flickering   across   her   scarred   features.      ]      

@lunarhunts 
            
            [  His fangs bared out in an ugly snarl at the nickname. Pipsqueak. It took effort to stand, and he despised it more than death itself. Dying is easy, but suffering till the end? Horrible. His stance changed, a shift from one leg to the other with a heavy grunt. When she got close he debated slicing her head off. He could, despite his drugged state he believed he could. At the mention of bodies the vampire managed a hollowed laugh out. His whole frame pressed against the oak wood behind him, and his feet slowly began to slip below his weight. The sharpness of his green eyes cut right through her. ] 
            I don't leave my food unfinished, girl. What kind of monster do you take me for?

@FANGEDFXCK   ( … )     relax,   pipsqueak.   it’s   not   lethal.   just   a   little   trick   of   mine   to   skip   to   the   important   part   without   all   the   pointless   back   and   forth   attempts   at   threats   and   intimidation.      [      alana   murmured   casually,   tucking   the   arrow   out   of   sight   and   slinging   the   crossbow   over   her   shoulder.   she   crouched   down   in   front   of   the    vampire,   still   keeping   a   fair   distance   for   caution.   her   gaze   flicked   over   him,   assessing,   calculating,   as   though   she   were   deciding   whether   he   was   a   threat,   a   nuisance,   or   simply   tonight’s   inconvenience.     ]     there   are   a   / lot /   of   dead   bodies   showing   up   around   town.   fresh   ones.   torn   up   ones.   the   kind   that   make   the   locals   start   to   get   unsettled.   [      she   tilted   her   head,   studying   his   expression   as   though   it   were   another   clue.     ]     and   wouldn’t   you   know   it — this   little   crime   wave   starts   right   around   the   time   you   decide   to   stroll   into   town.     [     a   faint,   humourless   smile   tugged   at   her   mouth.     ]     so   tell   me…   is   that   just   a   fun   coincidence,   or   are   you   going   to   save   us   both   some   time   and   admit   you’ve   been   busy ?

@lunarhunts 
            
            [  The statement pulled a snarl off his fanged teeth, a low, guttural sound of a creature fighting off whatever danger posed itself to it. He could kill her. He could kill her still, despite the wound, despite the weight in his feet. She bleeds like everyone else. Levi furrowed his brows at her words, the question causing his features to flatten in shock. He looked down fast at his wound and regretted it when his head began to hurt. The blood came out in thick blurts, and soon his arm became too weak to press against it. The vampire gritted his teeth, and leaned his whole weight against the wall behind him. ]  What did...how - [ His voice came out in a wheeze, his lungs burned up. The muscles in his limbs began to constrain and weaken. Grinding his teeth, he hunched his frame over, predatory eyes still fixated and still hard on her. ] what.