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Gladiator Au (What I have so far that im probably never going to finish)

The fiery roar of the crowd filled the coliseum, a barely audible phrase being chanted. Fang and claws, fang and claws, fang and claws. The chanting soon turned to cheering as two lanky, dark haired figures emerged from the shadows of the stone archway. In unison, the slightly smaller one raised their fist as the other raised their securis. Not long after, the deep belt of a horn rang throughout the enclosed battleground and caused the cheers among the crowd to fall to but a whisper. A trumpet then blared, the slow sound of chains clanking against metal gates started. 

The smaller figure looked at the taller one, nudging him. “Maybe it won’t be the lions today…” Luna whispered as she flexed her hands, short claws emerging from under her fingernails. These claws of hers were about an inch and a half long since she trimmed and sharpened them the other night.“Psh, don’t count on it, these Romans don’t care for us, they just want their show, and by gods, we’ll give ‘em a show.” Jack growled. Luna glanced up at him, frowning slightly as her gaze shimmered over his latest injury from yesterday’s fight. The three asymmetric lines from the bottom of his jaw to just below his eye socket. She noticed he hadn’t spoken much since the argument after that rough battle. 

She had nearly died at the hands of a large lion, but he had been ready to give himself for her thus leading to the new angled wound on his sculpted face. When they were put back underground the arena, she had a whole lot to say to him but the last thing he said to her before going off to rest was “Your reckless and self indulgence will get us both killed”. Of course those words stung, but she kept to herself and trained out of anger. Today she was sore but that just means she’ll be strong enough to overcome that recklessness, right? They only had so much time to find out.

Luna set her gaze back to the nearly half opened gateway, orange paws pawing at the bottom of the rising closure. They both grimaced, snarling and barely audible chuffing noises. Today, there were tigers. Before Jack could tell her to be careful, she raced off to the left side which then led to him barking orders at her, but she ignored him. If she were to take them out before they got to him... No, she had to. He was all she had left in her life now. Their mother was killed when they were young, their father abused and betrayed them, all their friends had passed from old age while they stayed in their nearly pristine young bodies. She hated that it was this way, that she hadn’t found a way to break the loop, not yet.

The gates were fully open and two tigers lept out of the enclosure, three others soon following after. Shit. Her body never once showed any signs of a panic but her mind began to race. Another holler came from her twin brother, probably him just bitching her out, but she couldn’t hear it. Blood rushed through her ears, but she took a breath and headed towards the clossuems wall, the first two feral animals coming towards her head-on. She sucked in a deep breath and clenched her jaw as she pushed herself up off of the ground and onto the battered stone wall, an angry war cry escaping her throat.

The first tiger was slightly larger than the one following after it, but she didn’t notice until they both lunged at each other. Luna twisted her body mid air to barely avoid the in coming claws, the 350 pound feline had no such luck as her claws sank into it’s cheek and down to its shoulder, possibly cutting down to bone. It yowled in pain, misplacing it’s footing as it hit the ground with a ground shaking thud.

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Oddly specific canon headcanons things about my ocs

Cringe I know

Luna creed

Eye color is based on emotion but it often stays a bright grey

Hair turns white, the more white, the more pissed off

Has a crescent moon burnt into her upper left shoulder

Has circular burn marks on her thighs because she often puts her cigarettes out on herself to stay awake, alert, irritated, you get the idea

The scar over her left eye is from saving Jack from an attack

Once cigarettes hit stores she was a big fan, wasn’t into cigars as much but still had those

Luna talks to cats and animals in general since she can understand them but more often than not they don’t talk back

She enjoys tinkering with broken things in hopes of fixing them so her counter space is always a mess

Luna often stargazes and thinks about her lovers who had passed

Sometimes she talks to herself and hears her past lovers spirits talk but ignores them thinking it’s just all in her head

Drinks a moderate amount and can hold her liquor

Absolutely despises Lucas but hates her father even more

Jackson Creed

Jack has a sun shape burnt into his upper right shoulder

Is the oldest of the twins

This raggedy man cooks better than Luna, who also cooks pretty well, but he often cooks for the both of them

The three claw-mark scars on his lower jaw supposedly came from an animal attack, but Luna doesn’t believe him

Heavily disapproves of Lunas smoking habit and tries to intervene but it does no good

Man writes like there’s no tomorrow. Has never shown Luna the inside but she never asks to look inside, only teases him about his “princess diary” which he gets self conscious about

Absolutely LOVES cleaning and organizing

Always volunteers for night watch and “promises” he’d wake Luna up for her shift but never does

Is the one to make sure the blanket is covering his sister so she sleeps comfortably and warm

Talks to his reflection in the water, but sometimes he’ll actually be talking to their mother, Rosemary, for advice and often times does this while Lunas sleeping

Overthinks the past and how things could’ve been prevented

Lucas Starr

Absolutely OBSESSED with Luna and that obsession is his motivation

Knows about the twins powers and the lab tests that were ran on them

All because his family funded the entire program

His family crest is burnt onto the right side of his chest, which is a star (surprise)

The Starr family is a noble family and keeps their blackmailing ways on the down low

Is often used to getting whatever he wants whenever except for his Luna and it’s driving him mad

Has a deep scar scratched on his lower back and stomach

Has unusual bright purple eyes

His obsession is so bad he has a cork map and pictures of Luna and keeps track of where she was last seen in public with the little colored twin pieces connecting, etc.

Caffeine addict

Never keeps his word which is bad for the family name

Last time he was near Luna, she nearly killed him

Still completely head over heels for her

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A chill swept over the damp forest floor, causing a slight shiver amongst the herd of nuke mutated deer who settled for the evening. Even now, years after the bombs had dropped, the irradiated air still caused mild discomfort amongst any living creature. Luna shifted her weight, peering around a tree that somehow was still standing. She sighed quietly, gripping her well-worn wooden bow she had made a few months back. She had decided that wasting ammo on food wouldn’t be beneficial. Ammo was expensive, and lead in your food wouldn’t be the best, even if it meant the animal wouldn’t know they had fallen. When she crept out from behind the tree, carefully placing her feet around fallen branches and crumbling leaves, she notched an arrow and drew the brittle string back. They hadn’t noticed her yet, she had made sure she was downwind of them, otherwise they would’ve scattered already. She held her breath, closed an eye, and aimed for the buck that looked the least sickly. Her brow furrowed, in concentration as they noticed simultaneously she was standing there and all went to stand. She breathed out and let go of the drawstring, the arrow being thrust into the air. The shriek and thud of the fallen animal broke the silence of the quiet sunset. The thundering panic of the fleeing herd. She threw the bow over her neck, the wooden part resting on her back, and dropped one hand to her side as the other reached for her bowie knife. She made her way to the side of the beast whose breathing had already become rigid. “I thank you for allowing me to spare your life from further cruelty in this forsaken and of misery. You’ve given me food to last a couple of days and I thank you, may you rest easy.” She choked before bringing the knife up to end his life. Moments later, she picked up the carcass and gave another thanks before hauling him off to her camp.

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there is no shame in being soft

there is no shame in loving

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Hey, welcome to my crusty ass writing about characters that I’ve introduced and broken in several ways. How you enjoy this ride, if you’re willing to stay.