#formaechao

[godresembled]

@formaechao asked ❝ what should i call you? ❞

"You can call me Henry. It's nice to meet you."

[apurekindness]

@formaechao gets a starter for Oberon!

There was something about the forest, particularly near to sunset, that soothed and healed Kiara's soul. Her magic purred happily under her skin as she slowly meandered through the lush foliage, ducking under trails of ivy and stepping through a clearing with a surprising number of bright red mushrooms.

It was only when she approached the far side of the clearing that she realised she was no longer alone, and she stilled in surprise as she caught sight of the figure standing in the treeline.

Her magic bubbled warningly under her skin, as she eyed the man suspiciously.

"Good afternoon," she murmured, fidgeting slightly with the sleeves of her dress.

[vyrulent]

starter call || @formaechao ( oberon )

Sarah Williams had experienced the world of the fae in her teenage years. There were times when she had tried to convince herself that it had all been a fever dream. Yet, there was always that ever watching owl that had seemed to follow her around.

It seemed as if she were once again placed in that world.

"I hope the Goblin King hasn't sent you."

[siiinfully]

“ Ye teasing me . ” {{Ethan/Valentina}} from @formaechao

“Me? What ever made you say that?” she asked innocently, squeezing the rest of the water from her hair. “I didn’t ask you to stop by while I was skinny dipping. And yet here you are.”

[iwillnotbow]

Bloodsport

@formaechao

The vics had been young women, pretty, fairly average in any way that society counted. The copies of the crime scene photos were spread over the floor in a neat pattern, her spiral notebook open to the side with her scribbled handwriting over stark pages. She sat cross-legged at the base of the paper pyramid, eyes darting between them and the occasional foray into the lo mein she'd had delivered.

The coroner (Cartwright, wasn't it?) had called her, per the accepted protocol those in the know had with the monster hunter. When the weird shit crossed their slabs, they called her to come check them out. Three women with deaths the police (useless fucks) had decided not to really dig into. Post-mortem tests had come back with abnormal results - for humans. For canines, they'd be fine. That screamed 'werewolf!' to Julia, but she couldn't quite articulate that to the normies who had the luck to handle the bodies.

Three young women, werewolves, dead in suspicious circumstances. It seemed contradictory for the hunter to even care, but these women had been trying to live their best lives. They didn't have any records, no weird social media posts - for all intents and purposes, just normal women. But someone good, someone smart, was making a habit of removing them from the mortal coil.

The only lycanthrope Julia knew on any level was Ethan Nox. They weren't friends in any stretch, but he was more than a stranger in her eyes. They'd beaten each other up for funsies a few times in the local gym, where the bigger challenge had been not freaking out the civilians. Going toe-to-toe with an alpha wasn't easy, but she gave as good as she got.

He wasn't a suspect to her. Ethan might be many, many things, but he wasn't the serial killer type. She was hoping, anyway. There was room for error. But he was still the only werewolf she could approach and talk to, and she desperately needed to get to the bottom of this. No more innocent women needed to die.

So Julia had done what any normal person would - she lockpicked her way into Ethan's apartment, scoured the place for food, and settled on ordering takeaway. She had been polite enough to order a few different things, so she wasn't a horrible intruder. It was his living room floor she'd spread her homework on, one lamp on, chewing her noodles as she tried to find the connections.

[corsetslaced-moved]

@formaechao gets a random starter from (private muse) Joan! for whoever <3

“Watch, sweetheart. If I can do this, imagine how I’d bounce up and down on you while we ‘work out’,” Joan told him, not even panting yet from the gyrating of her assets, all of her visible from the view she was giving.

[kingsxjewel]

@formaechao has sent a raven

"Do you think me evil?" {{Chaos}} [X]

"Evil? No." she offered a wry smile before taking his hand lightly, "Should I?" leaning in she rested against his torso lightly, "Should I think of you as some terrible being that I need to burn away?"

[monarchsofprophecy]

@formaechao // Chaos xx Aislin // Corruption Arc — Prize of War

“You wish for me to fear you, I can smell from your pheromones, <Mighty Dragon>,” Aislin said to Chaos, looking up at him after feeling his tongue on her shoulder. She called him his title in the Old Tongue, out of respect for him, despite the insolence she was showing. The petite redhaired maiden, in all senses of the word, bowed to Chaos, sweeping her arm low as she did to show him respect. “Your divine lover’s older form send me here to learn from you,” Aislin informed him, offering a lock of Frigg’s hair in a locket to Chaos as evidence.

She wasn’t going to get into the fact Freyja Frigg possibly loathed her existence and wanted Chaos to kill her, for Aislin existed thanks to one of Odin’s many affairs. Aislin and her twin brother, Alastair were born of an affair with a Jotün woman. However, Aislin was vastly mistaken in what exactly was occurring. She was a gift from Freyja/Frigg to Chaos, a piece of her divinity when she was too busy or angry to visit him herself. “Freyja Valfreyja is my mistress, but she wishes for me to be here in here place,” Aislin explained, attempting to remain calm.

Flustered, Aislin took in a deep inhale and looked up at Chaos, reaching a hand to touch his face tentatively. She was powerful, being Odin’s daughter and part Giant, but nothing like Freyja/Frigg. “I believe I am also a…gift…from her to you” Aislin added her gaze meeting Chaos’s despite her nerves. Somehow managing to elegantly drop to her knees, Aislin knelt before the dragon divinity, and looked up at him with anticipation. “May I have consent to touch you?” Aislin asked shyly, knowing Freyja informed her that Chaos was a sexual being.