HUNTRESS;;

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–Feigning innocence, Eris puts a hand up to his mouth and gasps in disbelief. “You think I would rat out a client? I’m hurt! You know, I still have a reputation to uphold!”

–He quickly throws away his facade and replaces it with his usual condescending laugh though. However at the sight of Sylvie’s hostility, he put up his hands as a sign of.. goodwill, for a lack of better words. “Hey now, I’m not the one you should be pointing that thing at. Telling you outright would be boring though, so how about we play twenty questions? Yes or no questions only~”

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Gods he was annoying, but that should be expected from a deity who’s job was to cause chaos and spread strife. And twenty questions? What was this?

Well, she did have some time to kill. She’ll indulge him for now. “Fine, I’ll play your game. Is it a god?” she asked, voice tainted with disdain.

[laavka]

“La veuve tisse sa toile.”

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–He can’t help but laugh at the animosity he feels from her, but who could blame Sylvie? Eris was probably one of the most disliked gods in history, but well, what could you do; it came with the job.

–Floating in the sky, he looks like a cheshire cat when he lays down in the air, hands under his chin and a great big condescending smirk on his lips. “It’s nice to see you too, Sylvie. I’m hurt you would greet me like this–especially since somebody has ordered a hit on you.” Yes, someone had come to him wishing harm upon Sylvie. He probably should have just gone through with it, considering she was part human (and gods know he disliked their kind), but he found himself wanting to tell her instead. Who knows, maybe she would provide him with better entertainment than the person who had come to him in the first place?

[moontrailed-blog]

“Oh really now, who is it?”

She found it odd that Eris out of all people would actually warn her about this. She would have figured that he would keep his mouth shut and let whatever happened happened. Was this some sort of trick? Wouldn’t be surprised; who knew what on in the GOD of DISCORD’S mind?

She felt her grip on Haima tighten, yellow eyes locked onto the deity before her, muscles ready to fly into action if needed. “I assure you that I’m not going down so easily.”

[everythingaesthetics]

The Hunters of Artemis aesthetic

Young intelligent women with glitter running through their veins, eyes that sparkle as bright as a million stars on a magical summer night. A bond that lasts an eternity and brings you closer to nature than you’ve ever been. It’s like an endless adventure with your best friends.

requested by anonymous

[masqueon-blog]

     Upon her given reply, and spoken in french to his ever pleasant surprise ( this is not, of course, common in his everyday dwelling, as he has not met many people who are able to speak his beloved language, and with clarity as well ), Saturn raises an eyebrow in question. 

          “Est-ce que tu parles français?”

     He watches her slip her body on the seat, narrowing the distance between them as she looks at him with equal curiosity. Saturn purses his lips before offering her a smile of amusement. “Now, isn’t that such a bold request?” He picks at his tattoo gun in thought, carefully choosing his ink before regarding the woman in front of him. “Where would you like it?”

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‘ Oui, je parle le français.”

All that time she spent in France seemed to finally paid off, the words slipping off her tongue with ease. Many said she adopted an accent of the nation from all the years within it, and it could be heard rather clearly as she spoke the language.

Bold? Certainly. There was a certain apparel to being bold that she did love. “Pretty doesn’t really fit a Hunter of Artemis.” she answered, unable to keep the faint smile off of her lips. No, she was much more then just pretty. She was power, beauty, kissed by the moon and born from the world below. Pretty would be an insult.

A finger traced the open space of her left forearm, her other forearm already decorated with a tattoo of it’s own. “How ‘bout here Father?”

She didn’t even realize what she had said; she just felt so natural with him that it came out effortlessly.

[moontrailed-blog]

some lessons come too late | m.a.w

Happy birthday to Hime! (and lowkey a present to Angel)

[masqueon-blog]

@moontrailed​

     “ah, come in, come in. bienvenue.” 

     pushing himself quietly from his seat, he begins to walk towards his new customer in a silent greeting. as soon as he takes a step forward, however, he finds himself stopping, unable to erase the memory that had suddenly appeared in his head. he sees a tiny fragment – a baby being born in the arms of a woman, small and yet she had grown to be unbelievably powerful. saturn frowns, giving his customer a short look, as if she has been the source of such a vision. 

     he regards her with hesitation, offering her a seat. “so,” he starts, “what tattoo would you like to have? something pretty, perhaps?”

[moontrailed-blog]

“Merci beaucoup, monsieur.”

She had been waiting to see her father again, wondering when he would return. Death wouldn’t stop HADES, when he was the LORD of the DEAD. He certainly looked different, but she could sense the power within. The same power he passed to her.

The demigoddess slipped into a chair, crossing her legs, sharp nails gently tapping the table in between the two. Yellow eyes studied the god in front of her. Did he even remember her? She wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t.

“I want something that will put the fear of the GODS into men.”

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A la vie, a la mort.

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Child of Hades, why the sad face? Don’t you know there is beauty in melancholy? Child of Hades, why the fearful gaze? Don’t you know there is bliss in death? Children of Hades, why the furious souls? Don’t you know there is peace in absolution?

an ode to hades & his children, a.m. (via czernsky)

[ilrellia-a]

“It just doesn’t fit my aesthetic; this will do. Now, what about that job of yours? You shouldn’t waste your face like that.”

[moontrailed-blog]

“Then pray tell, what should I waste it on? This should be good.”

[panesthetic]

Children of the Gods: Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, Forests, the Moon, and Archery

Goddess of virginity and protector of young girls, her adopted children are the Hunters of Artemis. She takes the worthy in, those with strength running through their veins; hidden or not. Their aim never wavers, their feet sprint along wooded paths as if they’ve known the forests their whole lives, following prey with hunter’s intuition. 

[moontrailed-blog]

My arrows are my bones, my bow is my spine, and I bleed moonshine.

[ilrellia-a]

“Call me anything you want but an uncle. I’m too young && beautiful for that.”

[moontrailed-blog]

“I fail to see how you cannot be a ‘young’ and ‘beautiful’ uncle but whatever you say... Yang?”

[ilrellia-a]

@moontrailed

“When will you stop running around with a gun and find an actual job?”

[moontrailed-blog]

“Being a hunter is a job, Uncle. I do make good money from this.”

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[phrahamari]

The widow weaves her web.

[moontrailed-blog]

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

Sentence Meme sentences

The demigoddess flipped the specialized bullets in her fingers, ( in particular she had her incendiary ones on her ) watching who was her uncle as she slipped the rounds into her rifle. “Gotta know the right people. Never know when they will come in handy, right Uncle?”