#lunaciies

[thompson-archive]

“Admitting what?” 

@lunaciies || Cont.

[corruptedgod]

" So, I'm told that you a hellhound of your very own? I can't say it would be an easy feat for a non-demon such as yourself to care and train one to listen to your every whim... but I suppose persistence would pay off if you had the mind and the patience for it. In any case, do you have any prior experience with animals that might help? "

“I’ll have you know that I was in the possession of a vampire of my very own– and I was the best ‘master’ out of all the other celestial beings I’ve come across whom happened to claim ownership over various living entities mythical or otherwise!! I’m so ready for a hell-hound!!! Come on.. I’ll take your ward out and be nice to him if you do this for me.”

[antimundi-blog]

“Not a bad night for a walk.”

@lunaciies

[calabrun]

@lunaciies​ -- ;

Well, that wasn’t something you saw everyday. Being Lucifer’s own progeny of a kind made her sensitive to when denizens of hell paid visits, which was more often than not. Too many greedy men in one building, too many seeking unorthodox ways of ensuring their power and wealth. So, color her surprised at the sight of the crossroads demoness that waltzed through without even security clearance. Unsurprising. It was why Morana couldn’t help but be intrigued, knowing who it was. Someone had to teach gullible men how to summon demons in the first place, after all!

“His office is unlocked, second one to the right. Not everyday you see your bosses kick the bucket on behalf of a deal. Pity his soul is so sub-par.”

[devileycs]

@lunaciies

It’s odd to find someone so far out in the wilderness—what’s even more odd is this man smells strange. Their nose brought them out of their castle and into the wilderness expecting to find fire, but instead they find a man. He smells of scorched earth and the woods around him, but something is off. “Excuse me but—what are you?” More importantly has he come to hurt them? Has he come to try and take their home away? “I could smell you from home. That’s not...that’s not normal.” 

[moetsukita-blog1]

        “ HELLO THERE, DEAR. “ Came the tender tone of the homunculus, appearing at the door of where the demon resided in. She held no desire to step in without permission ( HOW UNLADYLIKE! ) so Lust awaits until the taller woman steps aside, smiling softly & adjusting her hair in a slow twirl of her hand. “ How has the world been treating you? “ | | @lunaciies

[shrapnelsong]

@lunaciies || cont.

     She knew better. Alice could feel fire and brimstone coming off of the hounds in droves, coating the air around them. But still. She couldn’t help the contracting of her lips into something akin to a pout. “I know...” Mumbling stubbornly, she glanced up at Lucca. 

“But Archimedes was lovely when I first met him.” The young banshee was hoping to at least greet the regal creature, but she wasn’t acquainted with the others and a whiff of her unfamiliar and unusual scent had left them with their hackles raised. “I wanted to say hi.” 

[shroudedshadow]

Challenge

Slivers of moonlight pierced the dark veil of the ballroom, not enough to agitate the senses of the ‘fairer’ guest that graced the event, but enough the navigate between the maidens passed about the expansive space. Their satin and silk gowns soaking up the valuable, pale light that cast glimpses of the guests’ truer forms. Forms that only accented the elegant pageantry, but still it was neither the guests nor the scenery that caught and held the attention of numerous guests. That honor belonged solely to Adjo Akhom; with his amused arrogance that told tale of his aristocracy, smoldering onyx orbs that sent ladies and gentlemen into a fluttering tizzy of anticipation, accented all by locks darker than his very heart.

Those starless midnight orbs however were fixated on another anomaly; on Luna. She danced as if it was the only way her body truly knew how to speak. Where usually she was guarded, in situations where her words would fall short these movements filled in those gaps. For the most part though his jaded black eyes, were her only audience. Something he hoped went duly unnoted as her eyes caught him standing there, his eyes alight with a challenge all too familiar among there escapades.

In dance the demoness may have him beat- but seduction was what Amadi did best, moving into the various maidens' personal space with just the right amount of promise in his eyes. He didn't just gaze at a woman, he delved into their darkest desires. With the hair as dark as sin and the smooth touch of his body following, he would steal the show from targets and accomplices tonight.