#mallory queen

[halfshadxw]

can you please make a mallory keen wallpaper? love the hearthstone one!! 💖

Hiii!! Thank you so much for the compliment! This is a little (too) late. Sorry for that, but I hope you like it! ♡ our wonderful and strong Mallory 💪🏻

As usual, credits to @ viria for the art

Fav/reblog if you use! ♡

[littleouroboros]

A bunch of NPCs from a Lancer game I played in!

[anatolianoctabelle]

And the Walls Kept Tumbling Down | | Anatolia + Mallory | | Arena: Day Two

A tranquil sleep is what Hypnos gifts me throughout the night. I dream only of successful battles, triumphant conquests, and deserved survival. But, my dreams do fade away once the tendrils of reality pull me forth from my illusions of freedom and forests. 

Whereas my dreams were only calm and serene, the scene I awaken to is nothing of the sort. Beams of support have been strewn about the room, the table holding the feast has been destroyed by debris, and the walls have inched closer and closer to the point where they soon will begin to destroy the beds on which Mallory and I lay. 

As if it is a battle against a monster, I instantly leap up. "Mallory, awaken!" I command in a clamorous, sure voice. 

I channel the ninja spirit so as to allow me to stealthily avoid pieces of the roof as the cabin threatens to collapse. I seize a chair, and, channeling the gladiator also, smash it so as to give myself a number of wooden beams. Working swiftly, I place them horizontally between the two walls to ensure that we will have a bit of time to escape before these walls suffocate us. 

[anatolianoctabelle]

I'll Be Your Warrior | | Anatolia + Mallory | | Arena: Day One

The battle with the quite formidable Arlene had been very taxing, to say the least. Although she finally did succumb to the wrath of the hunters, she put up quite the fight before doing so. I hate to say that it was a bit admirable, but I am no child of Hermes who lies and deceives very often. 

Once we gather up all of our things, Mallory and I hobble to safety, using the map of the labyrinth to our advantage. Blood oozes from my severed leg, and I am quite aware that I must treat it soon.

Mallory and I head back the way from which Arlene came, moving a bit further east before we choose to settle down up against a towering, yet decrepit stone wall. 

"Mallory...you must produce a bit of dry wood and brush for a fire. I must cauterize my wound before I bleed out or before it becomes infected," I utter. 

[anatolianoctabelle]

Fly Like a Horse | | Anatolia + Mallory | Pegasus Riding

It takes me but a moment to freshen myself up before taking the elevator down to the training center. Truth be told, I am actually quite a bit excited to begin training. I do expect to be proficient in using at least one available weapon, and I do think that I shall also be able to excel in other stations, as I have learned a variety of skills from Artemis. 

The elevator soon arrives at the training center, and so I swiftly exit the mechanism. I do wonder what the available stations will be. Oh gods, I hope they all are not utterly boring. If so, that could lead to me getting temperamental, and I have decided that I would rather not be punished by the gamemakers after conversing with Marlee the previous evening. 

I step foot into the room, quickly realizing that not another living soul has arrived just yet. With keen eyesight, I survey the available stations before whipping my head in the direction of a soft whinny. My eyes fall upon a few stables containing the divine Pegasuses. 

"Oh my gods! They have Pegasuses!" I exclaim to myself. Checking to ensure that nobody is watching (as I would rather not have people see me act in this somewhat childish manner), I sprint over to the creatures, quite excited to begin riding one. I then notice that Mallory has just arrived. "Mallory! They have Pegasuses! Come over here now!" I announce.

[anatolianoctabelle]

No Way Out | | Anatolia + Mallory | | Hovercraft Ride

The president will pay for this! Sooner or later, I know that the gods will strike him down. Putting all of their children into a death-match? Surely that will go over well with the Twelve Olympians! The vile little idiot clearly has not thought this through. I can vouch that he will rue this once under the cruel jurisdiction of Hades. 

I will stand for no such thing. I make the sly motions pointing to rising out of my seat and going after the closest peacekeeper, but I see him withdraw a taser and what looks to be a gun. I sneer as I cross my arms. 

Why has Zeus not taken down this hovercraft yet? It is flying in his domain, after all, and he has the power to bring it down to the earth safely. I murmur a quick prayer to Zeus about this idea. 

I look around the hovercraft, having absolutely no intention of chatting with my opponents at this moment. It is quite unnecessary to do so right now. I shall just wait until training to find out the nature of their skills. I have no other reason to converse with them, obviously.

The only person worth speaking to is Mallory, who sits beside me. I know that she must be just as irate with the government as I am at this very moment in time. "It seems that these children are who we shall be up against in the arena. We must keep close eyes on all of them. It will give us the advantage," I assert. It never is too early to be constructing plans of strategy. I do not plan on wasting any time in doing so. 

[anatolianoctabelle]

No Such Honor | | Reaping OS

I hear voices that are quite audible. Clearly someone is not making any attempt whatsoever to conceal his location from us hunters. Already, they have faltered. Our alert senses pick up fragments of what is said as we assume our positions of battlement. Tis a rule that we must always assume that we are under attack when foreign forces are in the immediate vicinity, lest we might be fooled and conquered. I listen closely as I perch in the boughs of a towering spruce tree, waiting for Zafarah to provide the signal that will alert us of the course of actions we are to take.

“It took us long enough to find them. I’m not in the mood to deal with them if they put up a fight,” a voice says. How curious. Someone has idiotically sought us out for battle. That move will prove quite problematic for them in due time. The gods know it, as well as each and every one of us.

“Which two are we looking for, anyways?” someone inquires. A second party. It is safe to assume that multiple people sit on the opposing side.

There is silence for a moment before a voice pipes up once again, “Mallory Queen and…Anatolia Noctabelle.” How very unsettling it happens to be when I hear both my name and that of Mallory spoken, as if we both exist for the sole purpose of whatever the plan is that these swine have conjured up within their minds.

This threat results in Zafarah, the current lieutenant huntress, giving the signal. A single silver arrow is shot forth from her sacred bow, into the trunk of a tree, unleashing the hunters all at once. I channel the shinobi without hesitating, feeling certain skills that I possess within my arsenal being enhanced immediately. My vision adjusts to the darkness that plagues the forest, the only light being provided from the overhead crescent moon. I am very much in control of my power. I feel surefooted as I use the clustered trees of the dense forest as my very means of travel during this battle.

My augmented sense of hearing takes notice of a conversation going on between a physical person and some sort of technological device. I can presume that it is a vocal transmitter.

“Backup! Backup! We need backup right now!” someone frantically orders.

In response through the transmitter, I hear a voice respond with, “Backup is on the way.”

It is quite obvious that this fight is between no monsters of Greek tales, rather with some official organization that has been tasked with the capture of two members of the hunt. Oh gods, Lady Artemis will have something to say about this! If she was here right now, she would have already disposed of each and every one of these opponents, either by shooting shafts of moonlight or turning them into woodland creatures. It is a wonderful thing that we can take care of ourselves, though, otherwise this would be quite the conundrum. Either way, Lady Artemis will have none of this. I know that quite well. It is very possible that some arrangements will have to be made with Hades in order to ensure the sufferance of these swine who dare cross us.

Soundlessly, I leap out of a tree, landing stealthily on the ground. Around me, my fellow hunters engage in combat with these figures dressed in all white. A select few even are adorned in what seem to be helmets. There is something about these opponents that seems quite familiar. When I come to the conclusion of who these people are, I realize another tidbit of somewhat startling information. These are peacekeepers. And we are under attack by the government of the nation of Panem. How senseless of them! How very rude that they would come after those who keep unwanted creatures out of the borders of the country! They’ll be able to catch Mallory and me once they catch Hermes himself!

I zero in on an opponent worthy of battling me. He jabs forth with a taser, clearly underestimating the skill of a huntress who has been trained by the virgin goddess herself. I step aside, and the peacekeeper loses his balance, teetering on his toes. Who trained these good-for-nothing fighters? Surely not anyone who possesses even the most insignificant amount of skill. I switch from channeling the ninja to the Rajput. As he makes futile attempts to regain what little balance he has in the first place, I channel all the strength of the Rajput as I swing my bow in an arc-into the back of his head. The disgrace of a warrior crumples to the earth, having lost all consciousness. The gods must be sitting on Mount Olympus together, laughing at how much of a failure anything that comes out of the corrupt government of Panem is.

Dozens of unconscious and gravely wounded peacekeepers are strewn across Gaia’s flesh. It is quite unsurprising that this is the outcome. The gods know that the hunters of Artemis are not to be trifled with. And when somebody makes the grave mistake of doing so, there is always a price to pay. Whether it be that the Moirai slice through a few extra threads of life, or a few lives are damned forever.

But then I hear a voice. And for just a moment, I realize the possibility that the fight may not be over yet; that it may not have been won. “Mallory Queen and Anatolia Noctabelle, both of you step forward, unless you would rather your little friend here to get the boot.”

I glare with a fierce intensity at the vile swine who produces these repulsive words. I seethe with rage as the peacekeeper holds a knife to the throat of Pharetra. “Don’t you dare drag that knife across her throat, you worthless swine. You will spend the remainder of your pitiful days laboring in the Fields of Punishment as Hades makes visit to you constantly! The gods will curse your vile life!” I spit, rage bubbling out of me.

“I won’t do such a thing, as long as Mallory Queen and Anatolia Noctabelle step forward,” he responds. A look of pure disgust sits on my face.

“Do not step forward. It is not worth it. Allow me to perish,” Pharetra states.

“No huntress will ever be killed by any Capitol pawn, undeserving of having the satisfaction of ending the sacred life on any hunter of Artemis! This repulsive being that stands before us will have no such honor!” I scream.

I look to Mallory. I nod to her. In synchronization, we move forth. “Release her now,” we command. Our voices intertwine, stronger together than separately. Pharetra is released.

“Drop your weapons,” the peacekeeper orders. I sneer at him before laying down my bow, quiver, and hunting knife.

“We soon shall return, my sisters. Keep our weaponry safe while we are gone. The hunt is forever,” I state before Mallory and I are dragged away from the hunt which we have pledged our lives to. There is only silence. Tis their way of showing respect to us, for whatever the sacrifice that we are making happens to be.

“Where are we being escorted to?” I hiss.

“A hovercraft. Both of you are tributes now,” the peacekeeper responds coldly.

I look to Mallory. We are going into the games. And I remember that the one notorious rule of them is that only one comes out.