Recovery may be the death of me, but i have to try.

Ic/ooc blog for The Widowmaker, Renei nightsong, and Cyntaria Feathermoon.

[ladysoulthorn]

"You summoned me love?"

The garden which Dea is directed to smells sweet. Its welcoming compared to Emilia’s presence. In the distance, Emilia stands, tending to some of her more common herbs, fingers gloved and braided hair tied back.

Her eyes lift as she sees Dea, from the depths of the large gardens emerges a skeletal saber, some flesh still clinging to it. It gives off an echoing, rumbling growl before it backs off from Em’s command.

“Come in further, but watch your step. I have a job for you.” States the half elf. If Dia looks closely at the ground where flora blossoms most, she may find the protrusion of skeletal parts and cadavers sacrificed to the earth.

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

Dea's eyes scanned the ground as she noislesly stepped around the rotting cadavers to approach her acquantance. Fangs showed for just a moment as she caught the scent of fresh blood but, through much practice and willpower, calmed hersepf around her employer.

"Oh? Do tell lovely. What is it you would have me do?" She cood her voice sounding teasing and a wee bit bored. "I hope its something challenging." She mused softly and hummed a tiny bit though she did look around at some of the flowers admiring them.

@emilia-duskfeather

[drustvarhardrock]

Describe my muse(s) in 3 fictional characters and I will choose gifs of those characters best (or worst) moments.

[v--iper]

"So you are the one that that stulid cowboy used to fawn over hmm."

“Damn, I was tryna’ go all day without thinkin’ of how much I hate McCree and you jus’ reminded me he existed.”

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

"Oh ho. So I see we have something in common. How..interesting...."

[ladysoulthorn]

"Oh look, carnage." ((Dea the assassin))

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” Impassive eyes turned upon the voice pointing out the carnage laid before them. Gnarled bodies twisted and forced into reanimation; desecrated graves uprooted by the dead forced into a sickening servitude. 

The living were torn apart by the reanimated corpses, doubling in the saturation of blood and viscera across the dried soil of the lands. Just moments before had there been a melody filling the air, gloomy and filled with a sort of dread. It could be likened to a bad omen for some, or too morbid for others. 

The woman’s eyes remained on the source of the voice, adding on to her commentary. “Though, perhaps your comment was meant to be that of sarcasm, or perhaps a dry humor.” 

[ @moonlight-in-the-shadows ] 

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

“Mmm….fascinating…maybe not so much. I fail to see what the intrest in dead and rotting corpses is. However if you enjoy it feel free to do so.” The assassins blue-green eyes remained cold as steel while she wiped the blood away from her daggers.

The assassin was obviously toned and fit under skin tight leather armor. A black bandana hid her nose, mouth, and chin. Leaving only her wavy red hair showing to ever identify her with and that was tied into a high ponytail.

“Though I cant see why you wouldn’t have just asled me to do away with them. It wouldn’t have made such a mess. I prefer things to be bit more tidy if that suits your needs at all or were you trying to semd a message with all of this?

[ladysoulthorn]

Her attention returned back to the carnage that finally died down. Corpses mixed between fallen undead and torn living laid in a mass grave before the two women. The hooded half-elf lifted her shoulders in a passive shrug.

“The dead are far less troublesome compared to the living. They don’t mind all too much either about being forgotten once their time is up,” A distant stare would pin back to the assassin.

“The mess can still be cleaned. A message though?” Silver brows lifted, her head tilted and her shoulders shrugged.

“I see this as a means of breaking the ice with what may become a new acquaintance: you.”

A faint smile crept along her lips. “You may be bored or unimpressed but I did garner your brief attention.”

[ @moonlight-in-the-shadows ]

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

A red colored eyebrow rose over the blue green eyes.

“While I would be aclined to agree with you a living aquantance would surely be more loyal. That is of courae depending on the gold you paid them. Or if you stroked their particular fancies.”

The half Kal'dorei half Sin'dorei turned her attention from the grave to the woman and she extended her hand.

“Most simply know me as the rose, bitch, or halflind whore. Though those who use that name for me dont often live long enough to repeat it.”

Her other hand slowly pulled off her mask showing lips that dripped with blood.

“Of course i more prefer payment in blood. I cam get the rest for myself.”

[ladysoulthorn]

“I don’t need to pay the dead with much else beyond perhaps eternal rest. Most times, that’s all they really want.” 

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[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

“I do not mean payments for now. Usually when someome refers to me as an ‘aquantance’ they mean something else.” She chuckled and raised her hand to show it was empty.

“Relax. I meam no harm.” She reasched into the space between her breast and flourished a car between her ringers that she would slowly extend towards the hooded woman. “If you should ever need someome taken down quietly.” She mused and gave a little chuckle.

The card was blank looking on both sodes until a few drops of blood were spilled on it. Then it would give you details on how to summon the blood drinking assassin. “One more thing. Do be careful who you show that card to yes?”

[ladysoulthorn]

The woman rolled her lips into her mouth and swallowed; a reluctant nod was offered. She refused herself the luxury of looking away from the assassin before her, knowing very well that it could be costly to do so. 

A glove hand slipped from between the heavy cloak to take the card between her thumb and forefinger, turning over the blank-faced gift. She listened with care to each instruction given to her. 

Eyes flicking to the woman, then back to the bodies behind them, she nodded. 

“I hold no intentions of it falling into the hands of those who will not make proper use of it. I may end up having a job for you as time goes on; there are many weeds in the garden which I need pulled, so to say, and I’ve little time of my own to do so.” 

[ @moonlight-in-the-shadows ] 

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

"I do enjoy a glass of wine. I think I shall go haunt a tavern for a while." She smiled a bit showing fanged teeth.

"Rest assured. If you need me this card will lead you to me." She turned her gaze back to the carnage. There was a body moving through just barely crawling out.

Atleast it was until a thrown knife suddenly protruded from it and the body laid still.

"Hmm...I thought it had moved a bit faster."

@emilia-duskfeather

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

"Hey, so... Can I try on your mask thingy?"

"The widow maker slowly turned her head towards the hamster. "If you can remove the wires from my brain. Then yes i would let keep it too."

[ladysoulthorn]

"Oh look, carnage." ((Dea the assassin))

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” Impassive eyes turned upon the voice pointing out the carnage laid before them. Gnarled bodies twisted and forced into reanimation; desecrated graves uprooted by the dead forced into a sickening servitude. 

The living were torn apart by the reanimated corpses, doubling in the saturation of blood and viscera across the dried soil of the lands. Just moments before had there been a melody filling the air, gloomy and filled with a sort of dread. It could be likened to a bad omen for some, or too morbid for others. 

The woman’s eyes remained on the source of the voice, adding on to her commentary. “Though, perhaps your comment was meant to be that of sarcasm, or perhaps a dry humor.” 

[ @moonlight-in-the-shadows ] 

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

“Mmm….fascinating…maybe not so much. I fail to see what the intrest in dead and rotting corpses is. However if you enjoy it feel free to do so.” The assassins blue-green eyes remained cold as steel while she wiped the blood away from her daggers.

The assassin was obviously toned and fit under skin tight leather armor. A black bandana hid her nose, mouth, and chin. Leaving only her wavy red hair showing to ever identify her with and that was tied into a high ponytail.

“Though I cant see why you wouldn’t have just asled me to do away with them. It wouldn’t have made such a mess. I prefer things to be bit more tidy if that suits your needs at all or were you trying to semd a message with all of this?

[ladysoulthorn]

Her attention returned back to the carnage that finally died down. Corpses mixed between fallen undead and torn living laid in a mass grave before the two women. The hooded half-elf lifted her shoulders in a passive shrug.

“The dead are far less troublesome compared to the living. They don’t mind all too much either about being forgotten once their time is up,” A distant stare would pin back to the assassin.

“The mess can still be cleaned. A message though?” Silver brows lifted, her head tilted and her shoulders shrugged.

“I see this as a means of breaking the ice with what may become a new acquaintance: you.”

A faint smile crept along her lips. “You may be bored or unimpressed but I did garner your brief attention.”

[ @moonlight-in-the-shadows ]

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

A red colored eyebrow rose over the blue green eyes.

“While I would be aclined to agree with you a living aquantance would surely be more loyal. That is of courae depending on the gold you paid them. Or if you stroked their particular fancies.”

The half Kal'dorei half Sin'dorei turned her attention from the grave to the woman and she extended her hand.

“Most simply know me as the rose, bitch, or halflind whore. Though those who use that name for me dont often live long enough to repeat it.”

Her other hand slowly pulled off her mask showing lips that dripped with blood.

“Of course i more prefer payment in blood. I cam get the rest for myself.”

[ladysoulthorn]

“I don’t need to pay the dead with much else beyond perhaps eternal rest. Most times, that’s all they really want.” 

Keep reading

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

"I do not mean payments for now. Usually when someome refers to me as an 'aquantance' they mean something else." She chuckled and raised her hand to show it was empty.

"Relax. I meam no harm." She reasched into the space between her breast and flourished a car between her ringers that she would slowly extend towards the hooded woman. "If you should ever need someome taken down quietly." She mused and gave a little chuckle.

The card was blank looking on both sodes until a few drops of blood were spilled on it. Then it would give you details on how to summon the blood drinking assassin. "One more thing. Do be careful who you show that card to yes?"

[ladysoulthorn]

"Oh look, carnage." ((Dea the assassin))

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” Impassive eyes turned upon the voice pointing out the carnage laid before them. Gnarled bodies twisted and forced into reanimation; desecrated graves uprooted by the dead forced into a sickening servitude. 

The living were torn apart by the reanimated corpses, doubling in the saturation of blood and viscera across the dried soil of the lands. Just moments before had there been a melody filling the air, gloomy and filled with a sort of dread. It could be likened to a bad omen for some, or too morbid for others. 

The woman’s eyes remained on the source of the voice, adding on to her commentary. “Though, perhaps your comment was meant to be that of sarcasm, or perhaps a dry humor.” 

[ @moonlight-in-the-shadows ] 

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

“Mmm….fascinating…maybe not so much. I fail to see what the intrest in dead and rotting corpses is. However if you enjoy it feel free to do so.” The assassins blue-green eyes remained cold as steel while she wiped the blood away from her daggers.

The assassin was obviously toned and fit under skin tight leather armor. A black bandana hid her nose, mouth, and chin. Leaving only her wavy red hair showing to ever identify her with and that was tied into a high ponytail.

“Though I cant see why you wouldn’t have just asled me to do away with them. It wouldn’t have made such a mess. I prefer things to be bit more tidy if that suits your needs at all or were you trying to semd a message with all of this?

[ladysoulthorn]

Her attention returned back to the carnage that finally died down. Corpses mixed between fallen undead and torn living laid in a mass grave before the two women. The hooded half-elf lifted her shoulders in a passive shrug.

“The dead are far less troublesome compared to the living. They don’t mind all too much either about being forgotten once their time is up,” A distant stare would pin back to the assassin.

“The mess can still be cleaned. A message though?” Silver brows lifted, her head tilted and her shoulders shrugged.

“I see this as a means of breaking the ice with what may become a new acquaintance: you.”

A faint smile crept along her lips. “You may be bored or unimpressed but I did garner your brief attention.”

[ @moonlight-in-the-shadows ]

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

A red colored eyebrow rose over the blue green eyes.

"While I would be aclined to agree with you a living aquantance would surely be more loyal. That is of courae depending on the gold you paid them. Or if you stroked their particular fancies."

The half Kal'dorei half Sin'dorei turned her attention from the grave to the woman and she extended her hand.

"Most simply know me as the rose, bitch, or halflind whore. Though those who use that name for me dont often live long enough to repeat it."

Her other hand slowly pulled off her mask showing lips that dripped with blood.

"Of course i more prefer payment in blood. I cam get the rest for myself."

[ladysoulthorn]

"Oh look, carnage." ((Dea the assassin))

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” Impassive eyes turned upon the voice pointing out the carnage laid before them. Gnarled bodies twisted and forced into reanimation; desecrated graves uprooted by the dead forced into a sickening servitude. 

The living were torn apart by the reanimated corpses, doubling in the saturation of blood and viscera across the dried soil of the lands. Just moments before had there been a melody filling the air, gloomy and filled with a sort of dread. It could be likened to a bad omen for some, or too morbid for others. 

The woman’s eyes remained on the source of the voice, adding on to her commentary. “Though, perhaps your comment was meant to be that of sarcasm, or perhaps a dry humor.” 

[ @moonlight-in-the-shadows ] 

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

"Mmm....fascinating...maybe not so much. I fail to see what the intrest in dead and rotting corpses is. However if you enjoy it feel free to do so." The assassins blue-green eyes remained cold as steel while she wiped the blood away from her daggers.

The assassin was obviously toned and fit under skin tight leather armor. A black bandana hid her nose, mouth, and chin. Leaving only her wavy red hair showing to ever identify her with and that was tied into a high ponytail.

"Though I cant see why you wouldn't have just asled me to do away with them. It wouldn't have made such a mess. I prefer things to be bit more tidy if that suits your needs at all or were you trying to semd a message with all of this?

[a-writers-insanity]

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[talonsaconite-a-deactivated2019]

|| @moonlight-in-the-shadows cont. [ x ] ||

The tides have turned, and this time, fortune favored the bold spider, ready and willing to challenge the one who has made her this way, who has molted her and shaped her into a lethal weapon.

The weapon was pointing at the creator, this time. Amber eyes stared back at the Widow, cautious, wary of her movements. Joe knew she had needles hidden underneath her lab coat, she had a knife stashed away in an inner pocket, and this was her territory. She should be safe. After all, who could possibly claim to know the sniper better than she did?

However, admittedly, no, she failed to figure out what the Widow was hinting at. Raising an eyebrow, curiously so, she continued staring. Observing. “My, I am sure you’ll enlighten me, no? Tell me, dear Amélie, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?”

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

Amelies smile turnes even more sadistic as she lowered her gun. Now the was simply a wild and hungry look in her eye. One that bespoke gruesome terrible murder.

She fired the gun now aimed at the doctors feet so close to her shoes the spark from the bullet bounced onto the doctors leg. She repeated this a few times before tosing the gun away and rushing forth to attempt to grab at Jo’s throat.

[talonsaconite-a-deactivated2019]

So, the sniper lowered her gun. However, the silence that followed was ominous, threatening, promising that action would soon follow. Hackles raised. Heartbeat grew louder. Pulse quickened.

Shots were fired. The first two missed, but Joe’s quick to react, tried to dodge the incoming bullets. She couldn’t dodge them all. Two grazed her right leg, pierced through her skin as they flew by. With a painful groan, she realized this and noticed the pain. But stood her ground.

But before Amelie could reach her throat, Joe raised her head, raised her arm and grabbed the other’s throat in quick motion. “Oh, are we playing games now, my dear? Are we?!” While holding her, trying to hold her in place, she reached out inside her lab coat, searched for her poisons.

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

A sneer covered mouth. The gun was still in her hand but she abondoned it. She preffered this for finally being rid of the troublesome doctor.

Her own elbow was aimed at the one with the hand around her neck. Then her fist coming in powerfully to punch the doctor in the stomach near the appendix beforr using her free hand to peel the fingers away from her neck.

"Isnt of funny. To create the thing that will destroy you. The irony almost makes me sick."

[talonsaconite-a-deactivated2019]

|| @moonlight-in-the-shadows cont. [ x ] ||

The tides have turned, and this time, fortune favored the bold spider, ready and willing to challenge the one who has made her this way, who has molted her and shaped her into a lethal weapon.

The weapon was pointing at the creator, this time. Amber eyes stared back at the Widow, cautious, wary of her movements. Joe knew she had needles hidden underneath her lab coat, she had a knife stashed away in an inner pocket, and this was her territory. She should be safe. After all, who could possibly claim to know the sniper better than she did?

However, admittedly, no, she failed to figure out what the Widow was hinting at. Raising an eyebrow, curiously so, she continued staring. Observing. “My, I am sure you’ll enlighten me, no? Tell me, dear Amélie, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?”

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

Amelies smile turnes even more sadistic as she lowered her gun. Now the was simply a wild and hungry look in her eye. One that bespoke gruesome terrible murder.

She fired the gun now aimed at the doctors feet so close to her shoes the spark from the bullet bounced onto the doctors leg. She repeated this a few times before tosing the gun away and rushing forth to attempt to grab at Jo's throat.

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

"If I was your lover... ...... There's been a horrible mistake. I'm sorry I lied on my Tinder. I'm actually a hamster."

Aims her rifle. "Jou have two seconds."

[florial]

“If I was your lover”… Finish it in my ask.

[safrona-shadowsun]

Watch me get none whatsoever

I’m looking forward to not receiving any messages.

[talonsaconite-a-deactivated2019]

"I will destroy you. Question is....how..."

Oh, she heard that phrase thrown at her so many times before. Countless times. From various people she has met and hurt and wronged and deceived. So many threats and yet, no one has ever managed to fulfill one, to go through with the impending doom, pain and eventually death they have promised her. 

So, why should this be any different? She was her own creation. Af if she could be able to hurt her at all.

“Tch.”

“You bore me. Come here again if you have something new to tell me, my precious Amélie.”

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

"Oh. I think i know how now." A sadistic grin crossed a her dark blue lips as her golden eyes sparkled with a lust for pain and death. "Tell me. Vhat do jou know of the spiders web?" She asked as sge slowly began to level the gun that she had snuck past the usual protocols of talon security to keep the assassins murderous intent from reaching inside the base and scientific labs the terrorist organization operated.

"Do jou know zhe firat place jou miscalculated? Come now doctour. Surely a woman of you 'knowledge'," she spat the last word with disgust, "can figure it out."

[alexkestavin]

"Who did this?"

Alex stumbled around for a bit. A smirk on his face, “You should totally see the other guy.” Yeah, he got rocked pretty hard. That’s pretty clear from how he was acting.

( @moonlight-in-the-shadows )

[moonlight-in-the-shadows]

"Have you been drinking?" Was her first answer before she just shook her head and led him to a chair. "Now you stay put there." She instructed before moving to find a bag and filled if with ice then came back and held it over his black eye. "Now hoe did this all start. Is tge other person ok?"

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