#oraia: thread

[dhampiravidi]

we’re just gods being cute.

Oraia sighed. She was a socialite, whether or not the whole world ever realized she was something more. She loved parties & loved getting to meet people—but she really disliked when she sensed the supernatural aura of someone she didn’t know. She couldn’t tell how powerful the being was, what species they were (even after 5000 years of being alive), or if it was malevolent in nature. Oraia simply knew that the thing, the person, was there. If she wasn’t curious by nature, she would’ve turned around & left. The last thing she needed was to run into 1 of the Theoi (the Olympians, as most called them).

She took a deep breath & tracked the source of the aura down. With a subtle movement, a small portal put her magic knife in her purse.

“I know what you are,” Oraia said softly, “Mind telling me what you’re doing here?”

@tr1cked

[dhampiravidi]

give me the edge of a blade & a time & a place

Oraia was no stranger to fighting. Her mother’s knife, Hemhemet [battle cry] had been gifted to her when she was just a few centuries old, & not long after that, Artemis herself trained Oraia. Much later would come the times when the goddess would intervene to defend others, which led to her meting out her own personal brand of justice for a while. But she’d mellowed out. She used her resources to help people through the power of social work & repatriation. Sometimes, yes, her missions would pit her up against monsters & vengeful spirits—but at least, she knew when those battles would happen.

She definitely didn’t expect to be ambushed on the way to a meeting with a client, especially since she used portals as most of her transportation. Whoever had found her had to have either used magic to track her, or they happened upon her by chance & eagerly attacked the foreign supernatural aura.

Oraia was faring well enough against her attackers, though her chic summer suit was torn in several places, & ichor was dripping from both a cut on her shoulder & a scrape on her arm.

@aaltumiter for Atticus!

[dhampiravidi]

❤ = kissing them.

Oraia only hesitated for a moment before she closed her eyes & kissed back, 1 hand in the other's hair. Loki was attractive, not to mention good company.

& yes, she had the libido of an Olympian. She couldn't wave away a good kiss if she was even slightly interested in the person kissing her.

[dhampiravidi]

see the other side (me & you)*

Being Heaven's manservant was Oraia's least favorite job, out of all that she'd had for the many millennia she'd been extant. But at least she got to take breaks when she wanted to (sort of). She'd wrangled a rogue angel--yes, wrangled, because those above didn't trust her with an angel blade, so she just had to wrestle them into an angel's trap & leave them for pickup. That had gone easier than expected, so the goddess was in a good mood. She hightailed it to the nearest bar, thinking she'd treat herself to a spa day the next evening.

Oraia had freshened up (just in case, like she always did), wearing a lacy top that allowed her midriff a little peek, plus some comfy jeans & simple jacket. Her hair was always like rolling waves, so there wasn't much to do there, thankfully. She brought $40 in her little purse, which was just for show since she usually summoned whatever she needed. That being said, Oraia happily entered the cheap bar, glad for some normalcy & a chance to wind down. Maybe she'd even find someone to fuck...

She sidled up to the counter, ordering a Paloma with tequila & extra grapefruit juice. The bartender did a double take when he saw her & she simply smiled, knowing how that kind of thing usually went. If they struck up a conversation, she'd go for him.

@drownindenial

*yes, I named this RP after a Fall Out Boy song & a Sleep Token song

[dhampiravidi]

from here ("I can take it from here," ask; Oraia to Moon Knight):

Oraia sighed, crossing her arms. "I'm not here to hurt anyone, Moon Knight. There's a thief hiding in these streets who is in possession of a cursed object. That object will kill its owner & the people around it until it's exorcised." She smiled slightly. "Luckily for you, I happen to know a good exorcist. So please, stand aside. Yes, I know that you have some kind of magic. No, I don't want to fight you."

She really didn't. As a goddess, she could sense any supernatural being within a certain radius, not to mention how strong it was, but she wasn't able to tell what exactly that thing was. Oraia hated that, given her shaky relationship with two pantheons' worth of deities.

@maximummuses

[dhampiravidi]

continued from here:

Oraia preferred visiting supernatural havens at night. That way, it was harder for people to get pictures of her, as her alter ego of Artemisia Stavros still existed among humans. Still, she already put the work in herself to make sure she couldn’t be followed. She’d portaled close to the bar, for one thing.

Immediately the ambiance of the bar put her at ease. She could sense the different magical beings within, some more powerful than others. What she didn’t like was that an exceptionally powerful one was coming up from behind her. Oraia quickly reached into her purse, summoning her magical knife just in case. She never knew when a member of the Netjer or the Theoi would be around & she didn’t recognize the woman who’d come up to her.

"I’m Oraia Levantinis. It’s my 1st time here,” she explained, trying to start things off on the right foot. Still, she was apprehensive. She was used to supernatural bars filled with witches & less powerful fey.

@never-surrender

[dhampiravidi]

girl talk

Oraia had just put some new findings in her cave. She didn't go in there often, except to say hello to the small creatures who lived there & to put what interesting things she salvaged from shipwrecks somewhere safe (since the waves tended to wash things away from the beach). She'd hardly started towards the sand when she sensed something. It was a presence, stronger than the nymphs. Most importantly, it was different. Curious, she hurried out into the sunlight. She saw a young woman, one who stood on two legs & hadn't come from a boat!

Excited, Oraia sprinted over. "Hello!" she cried, beaming. @etdraconis

[dhampiravidi]

tide keeps bringing me back

[because we deserve nice things]

Oraia hated the shiver that ran through her body when she smelled petrichor. It meant that a storm was coming, possibly one caused by her father or one of his other children. He’d stationed her on the island of Polyaigos, with the job of calming any sea-based storms & rescuing any sailors caught in the middle. She’d always put 100% into her duty, but sometimes the sailors died. She felt them die, because of her mother’s domain. So storms never made her very happy.

The storm began within the hour. Oraia knew she’d have to let it completely form before she tried to stop it, because if it was god-sent, she wouldn’t be strong enough to overpower it anyway. But once it kicked in, she dove into the water, cutting through it like a knife to air as she looked for any boats in trouble. She didn’t see any, so she went back to the beach, sat & focused her energies on calming the storm.

@etdraconis