Crescent Moon

mother. 'cause i'm the big bad wolf & let the games begin Natasha Labonair.

[labonairism]

hcwlingmcrshall‌:

Being in a new town meant Hayley had some location scouting to do. Transitioning in the middle of town square would end up in a bloodbath and the last thing she needed was for people to start hunting vicious wolves with pitchforks. She started with the forest, enjoying the fresh air and the quiet, but somehow ended up stumbling upon some admittedly pretty falls. She wasn’t the type to admire the scenery for more than two minutes, but she ended up sitting down near the edge. She was deep in thought when she heard footsteps behind her, causing her to turn around suddenly to observe the newcomer. “I have to admit I didn’t expect to run into anyone here. Is this some kind of hot spot I wasn’t aware of?“

-- & Mystic Falls wasn't as terrible as one would imagine that small of a town to be, though when you've been literally dragged from the other side only to be riddled with confusion; everything would seem terrible and out of place. Yet, there's odd notions of familiar life. Wolves, witches, vampires. She's met a few of each and it's clear to Natasha that just like New Orleans, this town has a hell of a lot of history with all the races.

But there's one thing that Mystic Falls didn't have on New Orleans -- the Bayou. The sense of H O M E. The woodland surroudning the town was a close second, although she hadn't expected to find herself with company during her exploration. The apperance doesn't strike her as odd, nor the voice but the scent almost has Natasha falling over; a hand literally gripping the base of the nearest tree least she fall to the forest floor. She knows that scent, like she would her own -- like she would her HUSBAND. There's no mistaking it, yet how is it possible? Decades have passed, if herself and her husband were killed why wouldn't Richard have killed Andrea too? There's nothing but silent fear radiating over the elder wolf as she looks onward to the younger brunette.

[labonairism]

ximmcrtals‌:

               The scent of the bayou came to her. She knew she was in mystic falls. Last thing she remembers is being by the lake before waking up here in Mystic falls, much to her annoyance. Hope looked for the one who smelled of home. Trying to see who it was coming from. Could it be her second? Eyes finally landed on the older woman. She never seen her which made her question. “Who are you?” She flashed in front of her. 

-- & Young and brash is the only way that Natasha can explain the other in front of her, but whatever attitude she was coping leaves in a mere second as the youngers scent hits her. "You smell..." Blinks once, twice before a shake of her head. There's something about her that reminds Natasha of home, of another life; literally. "I owe nothing to a stranger that STALKS me."

[labonairism]

alphamalehybrid‌:

Klaus needed wolves, it was about finding the right kinds at the right times. He was still uncertain what giving his blood and snapping the neck of the first werewolf he found would create. He had hopes and even an idea it would be no different than making your run of the mill vampire. His bright eyes traced that of the vampire also following the wolf, a slight smile playing on his lips as the vampire acted as he was compelled to, following the shewolf, just close enough that she might notice but just far enough that he would seem to be slick. Waiting for a moment to attack.

-- & The longer she walks the more aware she becomes, a familiar yet strange scent coming into her minds eye. Living in New Orleans she had become used to all scents, all forms of supernatural and yet there's something about this person that rubs her the wrong way. A sense of strength that sits uneasily within her core, and perhaps that's why when she's managed to turn down a street where there's no humans she's instantly waiting for him to follow only to shove him directly up against a wall, arm tight against his throat. "State your business, now."

[labonairism]

evilvampireslut‌:

paranoia found katherine all too easily. with the amount of time she’s spent avoiding her enemies, it made sense; there were a lot of people who’d love to see her dead. so when someone showed up various times - more than katherine was comfortable with, which is why she found herself confronting them. “who are you? who sent you?” her thoughts immediately went to klaus, her hand tight around their throat; she loosened it only when they tried to speak and failed. as they explained they weren’t following her she let them go entirely. “oh,” she said, head up as she crossed her arms. “seems like it’s for you,” she said, glancing over to natasha.

-- & Scent of vampire and sudden apperance proves more than a little dramatic and frankly, surprising after being dead for so many years. She's almost forgotten how swift they can be, how SILENT they are. "I don't care." She offers towards the female vampire, studying her briefly before looking at the person that had been following her; her suspicion proven correct. Yellow haze flashed in warning, "Leave. Now." It's swift and to the point, encouraging the person to scramble on their feet and leave surely to go find someone else to bother or to report to whomever they worked for. Neither bothered Natasha that greatly, as why would anyone in this small town know of her? "You got a name, vamp?"

[labonairism]

innocenthearted‌:

“So…” she started and then sighed. “I have been dead for… 6 years now.” She looked at the paper in her hands. “What am I meant to do?”

-- & Ah familiarity in death, such an odd concept and yet one Natasha is growing increasingly familiar with. "Be grateful it wasn't over two decades." Soft tone falls as she approaches the other, head tilted as gaze wanders over both the young woman and the paper. "How long have you been back, then?" -- Perhaps the conversation is delicate, but Natasha doesn't have a lot of time to dance around sensitive subject. "I've been back from the other side only...a week, maybe."

[labonairism]

dcfectivetwin‌:

being thrown into hell, kai had easily assumed that was the end of his time. life had been somewhat short for him, by all means. of course he’d lived a long life, staying the pretty age of twenty-two when he was meant to be nearly doubled that - that bit he really couldn’t complain about. the rest of it all was the con. the way his parents had hated him, kept him under a lock and key because he was an abomination to the coven, the prison world, the brief moment of freedom followed by another prison world, which then ended in death. it had been a rocky road and as much as hell sucked, and as much as he’d choose freedom before it a million times over, it was still somehow more bearable to him than total loneliness. being alone was his biggest fear anymore, and when he’d gone from hell to freedom once again, he couldn’t even find it in him to try and figure out what was going on. instead, he was going out into the world, the familiar little town of mystic falls, and ordering an ice cream cone. a ridiculously large one, at that. of course it had made him a sticky mess, not having the sense to grab napkins, apparently, as he struggled with it rolling down his arm. “i guess i’m just not as speedy at eating these when i was seven. am i getting old?’ he scoffed at the idea of it, moving towards the nearest person as he struggled. “i was hoping it’d be less hot up here. global warming is really taking it’s tole, isn’t it?” he sighed as if it really mattered to him. “do you have any napkins on you?”

-- & There's too many scents lingering with the man, overwhelming her senses and yet there's a slow smile working its way across her features. Oh yes, he certainly remidns her of a child in the most heartening way possible. "Global warming?" Brow arches with his excuse, a shake of her head soon to follow. Death, MAGIC and vampire scream at her to run and make as little conversation with him as possible. Alas, if she is to get anywhere in this place in the form of answers she may need to stick around. "I'm afraid that I don't but I'm sure if you pop into one of the stores they'd have something to help you out, maybe a bathroom fi you're nice about it."

[labonairism]

is josh holloway set in stone for natasha’s husband / hayley’s father ? if not, could I pls get fc recs ?

 Hi lovebug !! Josh Holloway is the preferred fc between myself and Hayley’s mun however I’d be open to Aidan Turner, Lee Pace or Orlando Bloom as well.

[labonairism]

 -- & Sharp gasp of fresh air, aching in her lungs and memories of death clouding her eyes. It’d been six days ago yet it feels so very vibrant within her mind, knowing that you’ve been DEAD does some major damage to your psyche as Natasha has found out. Mystic Falls is not a place she ever expected to find herself, and with the knowledge that there are other supernatural beings here; her guard hasn’t rested since her resurrection. Proven apparent as she moves across the street, blending in with seemingly normal people, stoic expression etched across her features despite the hair raising feeling of E Y E S on her. Oh yes, she can feel someone watching her -- following her.

[trashselim]

[ptonkin]

Hayley Marshall, born Andrea Labonair, Thursday June 6th 1991 in New Orleans.

↳ Mother to Hope Mikaelson, Alpha to the Crescent Wolves, Hybrid, Friend, and Protector of the Mikaelson family.

[labonairism]

evangeline lilly, cisfemale, pronouns. — have you seen (natasha labonair) around? rumor has it they showed up in mystic falls recently, but there’s no way to know for sure. what i do know is that (she) is a (37) year old (werewolf.) the last they remember is (trying to protect her daughter from Richard Dumas.)

AYE IT’S CAIT AGAIN. (as i try not to bring two more babies already bc I have no shame)

I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THE FUCKING LABONAIR FAMILY OK.

Natasha comes directly from her death, with the knowledge that Richard Dumas murdered both herself and her husband; but no idea about what’s happened to her daughter Andrea.

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY terrified of death now that she’s experienced it.

The second she finds out she has a granddaughter, let alone that Andrea is alive, she might break down -- like full fucking breakdown because she missed everything and couldn’t protect them.

Only ever had one affair in her life and it was solely because she was in love with the man she had the affair with, but the marriage to her husband and Andrea’s father was more important to bind the wolves together as a pack; so she left hi (BONUS POINTS IF ANYONE BRINGS THAT PERSON IN. Jason Momoa anyone?)

I will kill to see her husband brought in, ngl.  Or Richard bc ANGST.

Natasha is very maternal, protective and loving.

Easily manipulated though don’t let that fool you into thinking she’s naive, because she’s far from it. Simply put she’s got a heart of gold !!

Call her Tasha if you’re a loved one or friend, it’s endearing in her mind.

Isn’t naturally violent, surprisingly, but will lash out if need be.

ALPHA.

hella bitter and angry about being killed. fite me.

WILL PROTECT DAUGHTER AND GRANDDAUGHTER AT ALL FUCKING COSTS.

long story short, bring me friends enemies and everything else for Natasha. Friendly reminder that she was friends with Marcel Gerard and the other vampires within NOLA. So uh if your baby is older than 20 years, she’d probably know them.

[mikaeled]

[mushi-and-junior]

monster moodboards: Werewolf

a werewolf, or occasionally lycanthrope, is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction

[valkyriesexual]

[evangelinelillydaily]