#nuovaluna

[choicelesshope-aa]

@nuova-luna || requested here.

“EXCUSE ME! Excuse me, hi. I— did you—?”

Now, this suddenly felt a little more difficult than the first twelve times she had attempted it (and failed to distinguish one human of this world from the specific followers of the Moon she has been searching day in and day out). And it has had much less to do, the Marai wants to believe, with her approach to the situation, than it has with the similarities between the many creatures she had seen until now. No distinctive fins or scales, just… legs, and- fine threads coming from their heads.

But oh well, she couldn’t just give up now, could she?

“Is it slightly possible that you know anything about the Aspect of the Moon? Or— the Lunari? I’m almost certain that a group of them has to live in this area but it’s been REALLY HARD to find them so far. Could you believe that?”

She hardly could, and she came from a place that didn't have roads or signs like the ones she has seen up there.

[petalsinthxwind-a]

Closed Rp with nuova-luna

{ @nuova-luna }

As a child, she never understood it. If she wore her gloves, she could touch things without problem, no risk of killing anyone...! Still, her father insisted she not touch a soul, not touch him, and in turn she felt like she lived behind a glass wall. As she grew, she partially resented him for that fact, though her small interactions with the outside world kept her from ever leaving the house. People were greedy; when they found out what she could do with her gifts they demanded it as if they deserved it. Though her father had little idea what the constant lack of affection did for her, people didn’t understand the toll it took to heal or to bring one back from death’s embrace...

At least with age, Taylor was allowed to leave her cage to go out, often picking up ingredients, more mice, or perhaps just normal food... This was one such trip, leaving the house to get food for later that evening. Upon her return however, something felt... Off. Firstly, the door had been left just a crack open, not setting off the alarm system she would’ve had to turn off with a combination outside. Still, that may have been her own fault to forget to close it, but she couldn’t find the man intended to be her father... Anywhere she looked immediately. The kitchen, the living room...

Peering up the stairs towards their rooms, she considered running up herself... But she was caught between running up herself or just simply yelling up the stairs. Glancing behind her, making sure the door was shut this time, she just simply yelled up. “I’m home...! I’m going to start making dinner now,” she called, waiting for a brief moment for a response. She got... None. Whole body on alert, she gently slid one glove off her hand, making her way slowly up the stairs. What was going on, did he leave without telling her? Was he finally abandoning her? But he never left the door open... She felt fear settling in her stomach, she had no idea what to expect...

[everchilde]

@nuova-luna liked for a starter

“HellllOOOOooooo~?” Zoe called out, scanning her surroundings. Floating just above the ground she couldn’t help but take note of how barren her everything around her looked. It felt... dead. At one point this place had been full of life - full of children just like her playing. Or teachers talking. Priests and priestesses gazing toward a moonlit sky, murmuring to one another. This had been her home, but now... “Where IS everybody!?” She huffed, childish frustration taking over, “This isn’t funny anymore! Come out!” A rock was kicked and soon she was folding her arms. Were they pranking her because she left without saying goodbye? 

She didn’t like this prank. 

Wind whistled through one of the half crumbling arches and emitted a mournful tone; Zoe’s twilight hair blew in the breeze. She didn’t like this prank at all. 

The sound of something rustling behind her sent the girl whipping around, “Aha! Caught you! I win, you lose, I knew it was a prank all alo-” her brows furrowed, “Who the heck are you?”

[silvestreaelurus]

I love eating spaghetti carbonara [Language meme]

我爱吃培根蛋面。

[myuuzus]

     fingertips  graze  decrepit  paper,  creeping  down  what  could  be  viewed  as  a  list.  written  names  of  many,  possibly  familiar  &  none  that  rang  any  bells  if  one  were  to  read  said  list.  in  a red ink, which  seemed  to  have  bled  due  to  moisture,  marks  of  ‘x’  were  over  written  names  while  others  had  no  such  markings.  to  know  the  background,  one  would  be  horrified  to  realize  the  truth  backing  mentioned  paper.

     wide,  glowing  azure  orbs  changed  focus  to  the  being  lingering.  scanning  features,  wondering  of  a  match  to  any  listed  names.

     ❛  YOUR  NAME.  tell  me  it,  ❜  he  demanded,  voice  sounding  in  a  gargle.

(  @nuova-luna​  )

[petalsinthxwind-a]

@nuova-luna from here

Taylor eyed the Florkerian, shaking, her words did nothing to ease the blonde girl’s nerves after all. Some live and some die? But was it fair she be alive because of a cursed magic that deemed it so? Would the other even understand? She didn’t care, this was her job - to kill the unwitting, and sometimes innocent - but Taylor... Taylor had only lived because she continued to take life, she killed everyone she touched, and had lost the only man who showed her any bit of love, as twisted as it may have been.

 “You don’t understand,” she replies, voice shaking but taking a breath. The blonde didn’t move, still huddled where she sat, but at least now she dared to look up to the other, even trying to calm herself, tuck her hair behind her ear. “My whole life is to consume other life. I don’t always know how to control it. I hate being like this, like-- like a monster. Look at what I did to her-- she had a cub, you know? A newborn, crying for his mother now and will probably starve to death because she stumbled on me. I’m not natural, this isn’t a natural part of life...!”

By the end of her statement she’s sobbing again, worked into a frenzy as she gripped her pants between her fingers. What she had done to that poor mother, she couldn’t fix it. She didn’t know how yet, and she was too worked up to try. Any life that had been left in the breast of that mother beast was long gone now, and she didn’t know how to undo it. 

[petalsinthxwind-a]

Hey... [Tay, Odyssey]

SEND “HEY…” TO CATCH MY MUSE CRYING!

Taylor had wandered off hours ago by now, intending to find some place to sleep and instead finding herself face to face with a wild creature, and out of self-preservation... She had ended it’s life, but not without toll on her. As she sapped it’s energy, saw the life fade from it’s eyes as it’s furr grew grey and became skin and bones... For a brief moment, she could see the creature’s memories. A family that waited for her to hunt food. Perhaps family was too civil; a child was more accurate. A mother who had given birth merely two months prior, hunting for her young. It was the last image in the front of the creature’s mind, and became the only thing Taylor could see.

She lost it after that, trying to push life back into the creature’s body, but that which she took life from she couldn’t revive. The blonde was found knelt over the body of a skin-and-bone carcass, nothing even worth salvaging as the bones were brittle and fur rough and too easily fell out. When she heard the other speak up she jumped, stumbling to her feet and backing away. Her breath was labored and eyes red, hands shaking violently as adrenaline and anxiety rushed in her body.

 “D-don’t touch me, stay away. Don’t come near...! I’m-- I need to stay alone. You should-- You should just leave me...!” she stuttered, stumbling backwards until her back hit a tree and made her collapse back onto her knees. There was only so much death she could take - easier when she was practicing, harder when it was an innocent life and a child orphaned. Her arms wrapped around her stomach and she bit her lip, hard enough to make it bleed, keeping inside every cry she wanted to scream and every word she wanted to spout... Her stomach was in knots, her whole body shaken by the image burned into her brain, stuck behind her eyelids...

[petalsinthxwind-a]

🛌my muse’s biggest nightmare [Lei?]

// Losing her magic, it makes her special and lets her feel like she’s got control of her life. It’s a part of her, it makes her who she is, and it lets her feel like nobody can hurt her again. If she EVER felt cold she’d get worried, because in general she’s like a heater. She is constantly radiating heat. She needs her powers to feel safe.