#moirabanshee

[rae-webster-blog]

(From ryder) "You're my friend, of course I fucking care."

“Just because you care doesn’t make it your problem.” She sneered at him, lip upturned in a snarl. But the look on his face, that look that so easily called out her bullshit made her falter, her nose wrinkled indignantly as her jaw jutted out, “I can handle this on my own. There’s no need to put you in harm’s way for my mistakes.”

@blackrebelson

[statistics-n-secrets]

(From laslow) "I'm fine, it's just a flesh wound, I'll be okay."

“Just...” Rayne raged inside, a storm brewing behind sapphire eyes. “This is not just a flesh wound,”  She all but growled in anger. Her hand pressed the once white towel to the wound on his chest and she glared down at him. This was not a flesh wound, if she had not been in control of her hunger, this blood would have sent her into a frenzy. “What the fuck were you trying to accomplish. Las? Besides getting yourself killed!” 

[vaerminagoldsmith-blog]

15

The woods were alive with noise. In the dead of night she heard the cries; mixed sounds of wolves howling and men shouting. It was confusing, and there was an electricity in the air that made her skin go numb. Padded feet thundered past her, large beasts descending into the dark depths of the forest ahead, their eyes gleaming in the moonlight that trickled down between the leaves of the canopy. 

Flashes littered the fringes of the blackness and the howls were replaced with wailing cries. Mina... In the chaos, something stung her that made her gasp and step back. Her hands clasped her waist and she immediately felt the wet warmth flooding in ribbons over her fingers. Mina... She raised her trembling hands, the colour of red shining on her skin as Mina drew in a sharp breath as a metallic taste filled her mouth. 

“Mina!” 

She woke with a start, a gasp of breath drawn in as she scrambled for a moment before cool hands smoothed down heated skin, “Sssh my dear,” The soft voice purred to her, “It was only a dream.” Moira cooed, and Mina settled again, head falling back into the banshee’s lap as pale fingers coiled amongst ruby locks. 

“These things are never just dreams.” Mina replied worriedly, heart pounding in her chest.

[ashildrfalkenstrom-blog]

Morality

It was an interesting phenomena, how morality was dictated. It was all to do with the way in which you treated others, which Ashildr agreed with to an extent. However, she took it a step further. Morality wasn’t judged by how you judged the living, it was how you treated the dead and the act of death itself. 

To others, killing was immoral. To a goddess of death, it was only the beginning. Ash knew people were scared of her, they were frightened of death because it was something that they didn’t understand. They were even more frightened in how easily death could come by her hands, but truly… Was that such a bad thing? 

Ash gave death like a gift, morality had nothing to do with it. Breaking the wolf’s neck beneath the grip of her fingers in the midst of the ring may have been seen as immoral, but everyone knew the rules here. Still, it doesn’t stop the drunk or weary from trying to take revenge in the dark allies Ash feared not to tread. 

They were angry, and Ash knew that was a mortal condition. They didn’t like how she brought death with such joy, they didn’t understand that she had sent the fierce fighter on with the chances of being plucked by her sisters to feast in the great halls. She might not have the power herself anymore, but there was always someone watching a battle. They surrounded her, thinking that numbers will help.

She emerged, only minutes later with blood splashed up her front and across her neck, fire alight in her eyes and heart racing. Death was not immoral, killing was not immoral either, not when it came from the hands of one such as her. 

[vaerminagoldsmith-blog]

✍ from Theron

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

He’s handsome to boot, but amusingly still hasn’t figured it out. Maybe you really can’t have looks and a brain to go with it. Though, that would then raise questions on how I manage to exist...

[vaerminagoldsmith-blog]

☄ from laslow

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

Mina was not a woman who got lost. However, she was in a part of town she didn’t usually frequent. It was typical really, a friend had asked her to pick something up and the next thing she knew she’d gotten turned around. The damn store wasn’t showing up on google maps or anything! She had a feeling she knew someone who’d get her out of this mess however, and reached for her phone to call Laslow. If there was anyone who’d know where this damn store was, she had a feeling it would be him. 

[ashildrfalkenstrom-blog]

☎ from Moira

“Hello? Hellooo? I was given your number, I don’t know who this is but... uuuh... they said something about spooks? Do you provide good spooks? I love good spooks. They’re fun. Really fun. Spooky things are the be-heeest. What? You don’t do spooks? Who gave me this number? I’unno it was just some guy.. Hello? Helloooooo? Dude. She hung up on me!”

[alistairdavenport-blog]

📕

The room goes cold, but it does not fill you with fear. On the contrary, there is a strange sense of comfort that resonates within you as the woman appears at the door way. She does not cross the threshold, instead she stares with bright, clear eyes that pierce your very soul. 

Even though she is present, she almost... Isn’t. Like an apparition, of which her existence seems to struggle between remaining upon the mortal plane and that of beyond.

The breeze tugs at the frayed edges of her robes, the old world is standing right at your door. Slender bones that hang from her neck clink softly as she peers inside, lips parted in a curious expression as she takes it all in. 

Glassy eyes fall back to you, and a wicked giggle escapes her before she steps back into the dark and vanishes as though she were never there.