HAWKWOMAN

I want only to be bone. So I tell the hawks to eat me clean, marrow and all. Turn me to carcass, leave no fat or tenderness behind. Shayera Hol / Hawkwoman Written by Boar

[thanagrian]

THANAGRIAN: independent blog for shayera hol/hawkwoman, written by boar (he/it, 31). an exploration in rage as a tool, learning to trust, being the betrayer, and the guilt of knowing how to hurt the ones you love. mutuals only. minors dni. multiple triggers such as abuse, blood, and gore are present on this blog.

affiliates: @godblooded / @clawsextended, @am4zon / @sherevival / @s0fias, @metalfeather

other blogs: i. ii. iii. iv.

[thanagrian]

my pronouns have been updated on my pinned post and my rules page.

[v-gilante]

@thanagrian

okay, so. aliens. they're a thing. i get it. my best friend fought a giant alien starfish. which is super weird, but also super cool. so i have a pretty open mind about aliens. mostly.

the thing is, aliens who are also cops? that's a whole different level. like, what's the jurisdiction there? is it space jurisdiction? earth jurisdiction? is there a special space court for space crimes? because if there isn't, that seems like a huge oversight in the legal system. which is a big problem.

( i need to make a note about that. propose a bill for intergalactic legal reform. )

i was on a rooftop in midway city. i was here tracking a guy who sold faulty parachute cords. a very bad guy. a gravity-based murderer, basically. and then i saw her.

hawkwoman. just dropped out of the sky. landed on the next roof over. with a big, weird-looking mace. which is a cool weapon. very medieval. lots of impact. but probably terrible for evidence preservation.

she had just finished stopping some… other aliens. the bad kind. they looked like giant, angry beetles. she had hit them a lot with her mace. very effectively. there were a lot of… pieces. everywhere. a big, messy, alien crime scene.

she was talking into a little thing on her ear. a space communicator, probably. and she looked… tired. and a little frustrated. because being a cop is hard. it's a lot of paperwork. and i bet space paperwork is even worse. probably has weird symbols on it.

she's a cop. i'm a… crime fighter. a justice enthusiast. we're on the same team. it's only right to offer some professional support. teamsters, but for justice.

i waited until the other space cops came and took away the beetle pieces in a glowing space truck. then, when she was alone, just standing there, looking out over the city, i did a very cool, very tactical rooftop-to-rooftop jump. i landed a few feet behind her. very quiet. for a professional courtesy.

she turned around, of course. her senses are probably super sharp. because of alien stuff.

i gave her a very friendly, very professional wave. my mask was on. for uniform consistency.

"hi!" my voice was full of genuine, helpful energy. "great work with the beetle guys. really. your mace technique is very… enthusiastic. i give it a solid eight-point-five out of ten for pure bludgeoning efficiency. although, technically, blunt-force trauma leaves messy blood spatter patterns, which makes it harder to clean crime scenes. not that i mind cleaning crime scenes. i actually enjoy it. very relaxing. but still. efficiency deduction."

i took a step closer, unzipping the large tactical pouch on my leg. "but i did notice your post-engagement processing seemed a little… under-resourced."

i pulled out two things. the first was a box of extra-large, heavy-duty evidence bags. the industrial kind you use for… big pieces of evidence. the second was a thermos.

"i just wanted to drop these off," i said with a very sincere, very helpful smile. "for the next time. because you shouldn't have to wait for intergalactic transport to secure a scene. that's how evidence gets contaminated."

i held out the thermos to her. it had a little sticker on it that said "world's greatest crime fighter". peacemaker gave it to me.

"also, this is coffee. because i figured, you're a cop, you're on a stakeout, you're probably tired. it's a professional courtesy. we're coworkers, basically."

[thanagrian]

earth is...weird. there's a lot here that i don't really understand or don't really care about it. most of the time, i don't really mind the weirdness; sometimes i do. but today isn't one of those days... or so i thought.

insectoid aliens? sure, no problem. there are giant spiders on my planet, and a bunch of beetles aren't anywhere near as dangerous as they are. it's short work. a little bit of stress relief after the week i've been having. doesn't make me any less tired, but that's the downside of juggling law enforcement duties and superhero work.

i'm surveying the street below to make sure there aren't any beetles left, thinking i might finally have a second or two to relax, when i hear the almost imperceptible crunch of something landing on the rooftop behind me. i turn fast, mace in hand, spreading my wings out instinctually to make myself look bigger. but to my surprise, it's not another bug. it's a person.

i didn't see him down there fighting, so did he show up afterwards? i don't recognize his outfit either. i frown slightly and slowly relax my fighting stance a little, confusion flickering across my face beneath my helmet. i glance at him, then at the box and thermos in his hands. is this guy serious? rating me on my mace technique? where do these twerps get the audacity?

" you've got to be kidding me... " i groan quietly. i really don't have the patience to deal with this guy right now. interacting with bystanders is superman's bit. i just do my job and leave. which is exactly what i should do.

but still... coffee...

i sigh and shake my head, returning my weapon to my hip before i begrudgingly reach out and take the thermos... and the box of evidence bags. batman will probably use these, even if i won't. i shift the bags under one arm so i can open the thermos and pour a little into the cap. it's definitely cheap coffee, but that i don't mind.

" am i supposed to know who you are? " i ask pointedly, something between skepticism and annoyance in my voice. " you don't look familiar. "

like i said, earth is weird.

[morcgo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒   𝐁𝐘   𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍,   they   had   always   lived   upon   a   board   where   every   square   bore   consequence.   treason   was   not   her   sin;   only   the   sight   of   knights   reduced   to   pawns,   the   sting   of   choices   that   seemed   betrayal   until   the   last   breath   of   the   game   proved   otherwise.   a   mirror   would   not   let   him   forget   that   her   image   reflected   his,   contingencies   that   only   differed   in   secrecy:   hers   had   shattered   open   for   all   to   see.

mouth   against   wrote   a   confession   without   words,   warmth   and   trembling   their   ink   to   confirm   what   both   knew.   tilt   to   tilt,   two   broken   halves   pressed   closer   to   memorize   the   shape   of   what   they   had   once   been,   what   they   might   still   be.   when   the   kiss   broke,   it   was   only   their   lips   that   parted,   hands   lingered   at   her   waist,   thumbs   tracing   idle   paths   into   the   bare   press   of   skin   in   a   reminder   she   was   here   with   him.      ❛   it   won’t   be   the   same,   ❜      he   said   at   last,   voice   gravel   dragged   through   something   softer,   near   breaking.      ❛   scars   don’t   vanish.   they   change   us.   ❜

when   he   tilted   back,   gaze   sought   hers   not   as   judge   nor   jury   but   as   man   unmasked.   no   furrows   of   suspicion,   no   double   edge,   only   the   burden   of   seeing   and   being   seen.      ❛   it   can   change   for   the   better,   ❜      he   breathed,   a   vow   wrapped   in   low   breath.      ❛   in   the   end,   you   chose   us.   ❜      silence   lingered,   stretched   taut   in   a   held   breath,   until   it   fractured   under   his   next   words.      ❛   and   in   the   beginning...   your   plans   and   my   contingencies   .   .   .   they   weren’t   so   different.   ❜

the   final   question   slipped   coated   in   expectancy,   quiet   and   exacting:      ❛   you   knew   about   them,   didn’t   you?   that’s   why   you   went   to   the   cave,   the   moment   the   league   escaped.   ❜

[thanagrian]

doubt still lingers, ever-present. could what they once had really change for the better? could she? but the reality is that she already has. her transformation had come the moment she had chosen her friends --- had chosen him --- over her people and her planet. a choice she still secretly wrestles with, even if she can't find it within herself to regret her actions. she had known the odds her people were facing, and she had known nothing they could do would have been enough to save them in the end.

shayera meets his gaze, still unable to keep the faint glimmer of worry from her eyes. there is a moment of trepidation before she answers him; as if she fears reprisal for events that have already come and gone. " yes, " she replies quietly. " i knew. and i knew if i didn't get there first you would have used them against me, and i wouldn't have been able to warn any of you. "

there isn't any blame in her voice. she had known about his contingencies for a long time, just as she had her own, and she wouldn't have faulted him if he had managed to implement his against her. she would have done the same thing if she had been in that position, and they both know it. in this manner they both think the same way. no one else would have been able to anticipate something like that.

" figuring them out was part of my mission. you were the person i was most worried about, for several reasons... " reasons that don't need to be said out loud for both of them to know.

[urbanoath]

TIME   STOPPED,   reaching   a   liminal   stage   where   night   and   day   entwined   in   the   form   of   a   couple,   where   the   moon   descended   to   meet   rising   sun,   painting   arcane   hues   in   rare   canvas.   passion   clung   to   their   limbs,   setting   each   touch   ablaze.   he,   accustomed   to   the   velveteen   shroud   of   midnight,   finds   himself   suspended   in   a   paradox;   essence   that   thrilled   in   darkness   catches   itself   magnetized   by   her   glow   of   morning,   basking   in   her   light.

wild   cascaded   down   in   scarlet   locks,   wings   uncoiled   flaunting   their   liberty   to   the   wind,   blazoning   to   the   gravity   she   will   never   be   fettered   by   its   whims.   he   beholds   her   might,   reverences   defiance   with   a   palm   sheltering   her   jawline,   and   clutches   waist   endorsing   her   manifest.   firm   rhythm   resonated   athwart   bodies,   raw,   eliciting   both   bellowing   pleasures   from   her   and   breathed   groans   from   him.   lips   encased   throat   side,   tongue   and   teeth   in   harmony   with   pulse   beneath   before   warm   puff   teased   plumes   under   her   ear.   in   the   broad   miles   of   the   wayne   state,   no   near   neighbor   could   hear   them,   a   concept   they   intended   to   challenge.

[thanagrian]

breathless with the thrill of intimacy, with the risk of being discovered; a small chance though it might be. the slowly rising warmth of sunlight against her back only serves to compliment the growing heat of her skin. head cants to allow his wanton mouth better access to throat; a rare display of vulnerability. his breath stirs the feathers by her ear and elicits a genuine laugh. there is a freedom in the warmth of this moment --- masks and armor and other selves shed, just the truth of their bodies intwined.

her hand slides to the broad span of @morcgo's chest, fingertips tracing the shapes of old scars. one of the similarities between warriors. her flesh is littered with many of her own; some remembered with shame, others with pride. breath hitches when he moves inside her and she cries out again, heat pooling in her stomach and threatening to send her cascading over the edge of ecstasy. but she holds firm. nails scratch shallow furrows from his sternum to his abdomen as if intent on teasing him. an unspoken plea of harder, faster. until she's shaking with the desperation of letting go.

[urbanoath]

they   say   a   burnt   child   fears   the   fire,   yet   flames   had   forged   carapace   over   bruised   flesh,   etching   on   instinct   the   pattern   of   crackling   oranges   to   recognize   faint   beckon   of   announced   tragedy.   naive   heart   once   entrusted   others   to   see   scarred   wounds   within,   but   life   always   reminded   him   predators   who   presented   any   scent   of   vulnerability   would   become   the   prey.

hiemal   irises   bore   through   bleached   lenses,   testing   the   silence,   peeling   the   layers   of   each   breath   taken   by   the   woman   considered   more   than   a   teammate.   a   warrior   from   a   distant   planet,   her   past   only   laid   in   the   rare   tales   told   by   herself,   calculated   'truths'   inked   in   an   unreliable   narrator   book   blotching   full   scene.   a   partial   truth   could   build   a   convincing   lie,   shayera   statements   were   anchored   in   reality,   yet   the   question   lay   in   the   reason   behind   her   reaction.

feathers   bristled,   coiled   with   tension,   rising   to   pilfer   more   space   than   her   natural   frame   can,   flaring   the   hawk   underneath.   not   the   bothered   reaction   to   his   usual   inquiries,   retorting   they're   not   one   of   his   cases   under   interrogation.   no,   she's   been   struck   on   a   personal   level.

“   and   that's   exactly   why   i   disagreed   with   this   mission.   you've   been   on   earth   for   five   years   now,   without   outer   contact.   a   lot   could   have   changed.   ”   word,   honed   in   world's   fickleness,   curled   tongue,   head   slightly   tilted   down   never   breaking   her   gaze.   he   probes,   one   last   time,   only   for   her   to   hear.    “   as   i'm   sure   you   know.   ”

[thanagrian]

he sees through her. of course he does. the realization forces her to bite back a cry of frustration; she'd given herself away, reacted too strongly. or perhaps @morcgo is just even more perceptive than she had given him credit for. their shared conversations are often a dance of practiced liars. he doesn't usually read into them so deeply, but being out here sets her on edge. space may be vast, yet often times it seems a small world to those who know it well.

shayera doesn't back down, doesn't shift her gaze. she does, however, slowly flatten her feathers as if to dissipate some of the tension between them. " you'd be surprised how slowly things change out here, " she replies somewhat tersely. but the slight drop in her shoulders concedes that he could also be right. change happens with immense slowness or at an extremely rapid pace, and there's no way to predict which they might face.

" i'm still the best chance we have at not getting lost, and you know it. " that much, at least, is still true. among them, she has the most experience with interstellar travel. the most knowledge of how to get them to their destination without wandering aimlessly through this directionless void. " if you don't like it, you should have stayed back on earth. "

part of her can't help but wonder if he only came along to ensure that she wasn't leading them into some kind of trap. it's not a suspicion that anyone else would share. and while she may have ulterior motives, this specific mission isn't one of them.

[urbanoath]

“   we   don't   have   the   habit   of   talking   about   our   private   life,   ”   fingers   hooked   around   ace's   collar,   not   for   necessity,   but   to   convey   security   to   thanagarian   uncomfortable   with   the   canine's   presence.   EMBEDDED   IN   A   WORK   ENVIRONMENT   FOR   THE   MOST   OF   THEIR   TIME,   personal   subjects   were   akin   to   forbidden,   unfit   of   the   reputation   built   for   a   crusader   more   MYTH   than   MAN.   among   a   pantheon   of   deities   &   aliens,   vulpine   mystery   became   a   weapon   to   be   unveiled   carefully   even   in   amity;   lowered   ramparts   could   be   exploited   by   anyone.

“   and   you   didn't   mention   you   were   afraid   of   dogs.   ”   a   potential   weakness   that   could   be   used   for   harm   or,   most   likely,   to   jest.   shayera   too   had   an   image   to   maintain,   and   a   fear   of   a   creature   so   banal   could   threaten   the   warrior   veneer   of   stellar   prestige.   yet,   he   welcomed   her   into   his   home,   allowed   her   in   his   sanctuary   and   smiled   at   the   scene   of   her   fleeting   from   his   pet.   “   don't   take   it   personally.   ace   has   gone   through   a   lot,   he   only   allows   alfred,   the   kids,   and   i   to   approach   him.   but   he   won't   bite   if   you   don't   try   to   pet   him.   ”   head   cant   towards   the   infirmary   before   he   continues,   “   you   can   pass,   i   will   hold   him.   ”

[thanagrian]

feathers ruffle at the insinuation that she's afraid of the barking creature. fear is not something a warrior of her caliber feels. or so she would like it to appear. she still has her pride after all, and public knowledge that she can be so disturbed by a beast so common, so weak, would only serve to embarrass her. not a feeling she's keen on. her instinctual discomfort in the underground and tight spaces is, at least, more logical. the only thing preventing panic from rising in her throat is that there is still enough room in the cave to spread her wings and lift off if needed.

" i'm not afraid, " she almost snaps, still unsettled by ace's presence. " i just don't trust them. i'll never understand why humans keep pets anyway. " bruce's grip on the dog's collar is enough to comfort her a little; she trusts him to keep ace contained. still, she moves towards the infirmary warily, sure to keep her wings from the canine's reach. shayera makes note of the dog in case it's presence is information she can use later. there's a lot she's learning about @morcgo, and she already knows a little more than the other members of the league. " you never struck me as an animal person, bruce. "

[leagueraised]

the way his father looked at him, he knew something about him was . . . off . and it was itching .

[thanagrian]

me stopping mid-draft to panic cook a bunch of fish that i thawed out over the weekend before it can go bad: wow i love having adhd so much.

[thanagrian]

shay will literally be like "this is my boyfriend" and it's just one specific crow that randomly brings her a knife every tuesday.

[punksrhea]

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[thanagrian]

i think it's funny how 4 out of my 6 drafts are for @morcgo

[thanagrian]

shay would hate krypto js

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[thanagrian]

shay and bruce and their constant will they? won't they? they already are but they haven't yet and they can't be together but they should be.

[urbanoath]

emotions   a   hungering   beast,   swelling   within   chest,   roaring   on   the   back   of   their   minds,   clawing   at   his   throat   and   her   alike.   bristles   stir   with   every   inhale   of   their   mingled   breath,   muzzle   decaying   with   every   tug   in   his   hair,   growling   with   tension   behind   exchanged   words.

question   echoed,   WOULD   IT   BE   EASIER   IF   IT   HAD   BEEN   A   LIE ?   shadows   had   tried   to   shield   heart   for   long,   but   armor   would   never   be   dense   enough   to   prevent   true   answer   to   infiltrate   through   the   crevices   of   ruins.

“   no.   it’d   hurt   just   as   much.   ”      expected   lunge   doesn't   come,   voice   quietened   instead,   watching   her   proximity   with   something   other   than   inferno   behind   cerulean   irises.   A   FLAME   STILL   BURNS,   yet   of   a   different   kind.      “   then   don’t.   because   i’m   not   lying   when   i   say   that   after   all   we’ve   been   through   i   still   want   you.   ” head   tilted   down,   foreheads   touched   as   nose   brushed   against   her,   a   herald   of   the   choice   he   has   made,   only   an   empty   half   waiting   for   hers   to   be   either   completed   or   shattered   once   more.

[thanagrian]

every second is a deeper twist of the knife in her heart. gutted and left open by her own betrayal. nothing could ever erase what has been done; nothing could ever possibly be the same. and yet... and yet @morcgo still wants her, despite everything. somehow that only makes the hurt worse. only serves to intensify her sense of guilt. it tears at her throat with vicious claws that she has to swallow back with each breath.

their foreheads meet and shayera feels her resolve, her anger, beginning to crumble once more at his touch. she realizes now how much she has missed this. missed him. but could he really truly forgive her? could he ever bring himself to trust her again? she knows him well enough to see it had shaken him.

green eye close, sighing as if attempting to brace herself. she hesitates, then finally breaches the remaining space between them, melding her lips softly against his. a moment passes and she pulls back just enough to look at him once again. " i still want you too, bruce... " it comes as a whispered admission. afraid her own words might damn her anyway. " but would it still be the same? could you ever trust me again? "

[thanagrian]

you look worse than usual.

secret identity. --- not accepting

the remark earns @metalfeather a withering stare, annoyance plain on her features once she removes her rain-slicked helmet. she hates wet weather. anyone with feathers would if they had any sense --- she's a hawk after all, not a duck. carter is just lucky he is who he is. anyone else who made a comment like that would regret it immediately.

shayera flicks a disheveled, waterlogged wing, deliberately sending a spray of droplets in his direction. so much for any important papers on his desk. " i wonder why, " she snarks back. there's a shake of her other wing and she fluffs up her feathers to help them dry a little faster before flopping down on the couch with an exasperated sigh. " there's too much water on this planet. "