weigherofsouls:
lunar-catastrophe:
“Well, they saved it didn’t they? what’s it matter how they did?”
“They also nearly ended it. Several times.”
“Oh. Well, they didn’t, so i guess that’s good, right?”
▶ +11
savexmyxunicorn:
lunar-catastrophe:
“Where?!” She says jumping out of her skin. A demon was bad, but an angel? That was so much worse. She’d found that since she’d already sold her soul the angels acted nastier towards her than the demons did. After looking around and finding no one else near them, she looks back to the demon in confusion. “Wait…….Me?” The mutant questions, pointing at herself.
Meg froze herself. “Not an angel?” she asked aloud, but more to herself. She had never met something with wings that wasn’t an angel before, so she had automatically assumed. “But if you ain’t an angel, what are you?” The demon had her knife out now, but it wasn’t held in such a hostile way anymore.
“I’m a mutant.” she says quietly. “My father created me in a laboratory.”
wolfofasgard:
The god could only agree, unwelcomed because of his heritage or the wolves’ blood or whatever people saw in him they thought disgusting or unworthy of the title ‘god’. He wasn’t even sure he really was a god, merely born the son of Loki.
“Don’t let such things worry you…” He offered softly. Reaching out tentatively with his other hand, Luna’s cheek fitted snuggly against his warn skin as he tried to give her a comforting gesture, a smile to match. “No one is able to pick what circumstances they are born too…”
His emerald gaze followed hers back to his palm, each letter scored deep into his flesh. It was an old wound, but one that would never heal. “…It says ‘Wolf.’ in Old Norse..” Fenrir explained, pointing out each runic letter as he spoke it in his native tongue. ” …Gjalpar skær…”
She blushed lightly at the contact, a light pink color spreading across her pale face. In spite of this she smiled at the man. For one of the first times, Luna felt like someone actually understood her and her situation. IT was a rare feeling for her, but one she definitely enjoyed.
“I don’t know that language. It’s beautiful. ” She says, enjoying the way the words sounded. “I only speak english, but I like other languages a lot. Maybe you could teach me more about this?” She questioned shyly. Luna liked to learn of different languages, but being as she only just learned to read because of her past, she may be a bit ahead of herself.
▶ +lunar-catastrophe
roseparkerr:
lunar-catastrophe:
roseparkerr:
“Alright.” He nodded, “I think she might have went to a pub or something… Do you know any around?”
“Well, My friend owns a bar around here. Do you want me to take you there?”
“Yes, that would be lovely… Thank you.”
“No problem. I know what it feels like to lose track of a family member. It can be kinda scary, and i’m sure you wanna find her as soon as possible.”
▶ See You Again
trostengel:
lunar-catastrophe:
“You’re adorable. Stop it.” she says with a giggle. “But I dunno. Maybe it’d be cool for you to be taller than me for a change.”
“Nein!” You say, huffing playfully at her. “And yes, it’s cool. Especially when I don’t have to stand on tiptoe just to hug Dave.”
She makes a bit of a face. “Ugh, I know that feeling. It’s not fun. It makes me feel like i’m some kind of little kid.”
wolfofasgard:
Fenrir couldn’t help himself as quiet laughter spilled from his lips as he watched Luna stutter, obviously not used to addressing someone informally as such. It was a little sad though. She looked so young, but he could read all the violence those golden eyes had witnessed, the pain her youthful heart had suffered.
“…Wolves’ blood runs through my veins too… a little more than that which runs through you..” He told her softly, turning his calloused hand over. Her skin was so silky smooth against his own, Luna’s hands to small. Fenrir help up his palm, showing her a line of Nordic runes that had been burned into the heel of his hand. “…Werewolf.”
“That’s not a hard feat to accomplish. I don’t really have that much wolf in me. Only about 8% and 2% Avian. I have just enough in me that I don’t fit with any of my three species.” She mumbles, somewhat dejectedly. She really hated being so different. It didn’t exactly help that she grew up in a giant bird cage and was treated like and called a monster.
She let her fingers gently ghost over the unfamiliar markings. “I’ve never seen symbols like this….” she says looking up at him with curiosity. “What are they?” Her head tilts to the side just slightly, a look reminiscent of a puppy dog.
▶ lunar-catastrophe visited the grotto
nyxgoddessofnightandvampires:
“My don’t I seem attracting the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D agents.”
“You must be special then…..It takes a lot to make us interested.”
▶ lunar-catastrophe is your target
agentevelynhalliwell:
lunar-catastrophe:
agentevelynhalliwell:
“I am happy to hear that.” Eve smiled she smiled down at the dog as she petted her head.
“She’s very friendly.” the mutant mutters, much less outgoing than her canine friend.
“That’s good.” She nodded it was good the dog knew who to be friendly to.
A bit latter the dog trotted back over to the others, continuing her day as she normally would. “Is there something I can help you with?” Luna questions.
