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@divinefelt​ said: “Is that blood?” “…..No?” ( from aedes! )

A CREATURE AS OLD   as alanza could not be fooled   ---   underneath that, a creature of bloodshed could not be lied to about the presence of the fluid. she knew it was blood before she’d even asked, but the question only found vocalization because she was curious as to what the answer would be. always curious about the way those around her behaved, would he lie or tell the truth? lie, clearly. her nose twitched, the scent putting her senses on edge. after all, she was a beast made for war and murder, a domesticated, tamed life was something that was hard to maintain for alanza. even now, with the mere scent of it, she craved the feeling of it on her hands, on her claws, on her teeth. “ you’re lying, “ she mused finally, eyes flickering with something foreign, a piece of that ancient, original being that burned within her. “ i can smell it. i can almost taste it. “

the dragyn tilted her head, hair falling to frame her face as a little grin began to form on pink painted lips, until they split to reveal sharp, hungry teeth. “ if you told me you murdered someone, did you think i’d judge you? “

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WAR BEAST

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Doja Cat - Say So (Live Performance) | Vevo LIFT

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SAY SO Doja Cat, 2020

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

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“Shit I Overheard at my Law Firm” Sentence Starters

“Just read this fucker and take it to court.”

“Tone down your depositions, A-hole.” 

“He may be a buffoon and a fool, but by God he was innocent.”

*grumble grumble* “Sexist bastards.” 

“I don’t want to come into work without teeth!”

“That asshole better stop fucking with my client or else I’m gonna…”

“There are only two pears left. I’m naming them Adam and Eve.”

“Organic seaweed? What the hell is organic seaweed?”

“You asking me fishing?… fuck YES I’m there!”

“When the weather gets hot, I just step out on my back porch and pour water over my head for an hour or two. Works every time.”

“He is an artist. Use of Comic Sans in legal documents is his creative outlet.”

“Throw some Wingdings on that shit.”

“What does a person have to do to get a fucking cob salad around here?” 

“I’m trying to decide if I should go insane and body-pump or go home and sleep.”

“You can’t just ring a bell, un-ring it, and then ring it again.”

“We lost. We lost big time. But it’s okay. I’m good. It’s cool. I’ve got whiskey. I’m good.”

*applying lipstick to go to the gym* “What kind of a crazy woman wears lipstick to the gym??”

“Are you going to shut up and FISH today?” 

“Do you know of any pet friendly cafes? I’m meeting an attorney tomorrow and he’ll have his non-service hunting dog along. Don’t ask why.”

“Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit.”

“Keto diet? Is that like for chemo? Ohmygod do you have cancer?!??”

“I don’t have a circle on mine. Where’s my circle?”

“Don’t judge my printouts. Paper is a renewable resource.”

“The stapler has been compromised.” 

“You know that one case? The one with the person from the company whose doing some crazy stuff?”

“I wasn’t fishing. I was lawyer-ing. Much less exciting.”

“For a priest, he’s kind of an asshole.”

“Brownies and bourbon? Sounds like my kinda party!”

“I got a bottle of whiskey calling my name so I may not be back here tomorrow morning or ever.”

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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And so Alanza did the only thing that calmed her; shed her second skin on the beach and took                                  to the skies, nothing but a crimson shadow in the night.

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her head is laid on the back of the booth’s chair , arms spread out on either side with eyes closed.  she’s taking in the sounds and controling her breathing.  one day she’d be over this.  one day she’d be able to enter a building without hesitation and without fear.  but today was not that day.  

she’d pushed herself into the assulting club environment out of anger.  even if her brain told her that nothing could keep her bound ; that she could destroy the building with a swipe of her tail and turn it to ash with her inferno.  for a while she had done well among the energetic crowds and the deafening music.  until she’d let those thoughts slip for a moment.  then that fear sunk it’s tendrils into her limbs and she needed a moment to still her beating heart.

a low groan sounded as she lifed her head to focus on the fellow dragyn.   ❝   are you sure they haven’t invented a drink that can affect us yet ?  thousands of years and billions of dollars are useless to the supernatural ?   ❞

THE LOOK OF BEING   overwhelmed was one that alanza understood and recognized quite well. early in her years she’d struggled containing the beast beneath her skin, the huge rippling beast was just beneath the surface even now. but they were one whole of the same person, this form and that were still the same mind. they worked together now, easily falling in tune with the whims of the mind in control. all sense of play escapes her features, evolving quickly into the mother that she’d been to many of creatures over the many, many years she’d been on the earth.

even though she spoke normal, alanza didn’t quite feel comfortable knowing that her friend, her family, wasn’t feeling right. stone coated eyes dart around the club, taking note on the bodies around them, the different things that could fall into chaos. the different escape routes, the doors and exits that they could flee from, should she need to. perhaps, it would be better if alanza took her back to her home. surrounded by the luxurious things she’d collected over the years would take her mind off her own powers, the inferno in their bellies.

“ lsd does have some effect. “ she mused after a second, “ only for a little bit, you’d have to take probably double the average human amount that’s safe to consume, but it’d fuck with your senses. you need to be in complete control first. “ she explained, before leaning over the table, reaching out to take the other girls hands in her own, squeezing them. “ zahra, babygirl, do you need to leave here? are you okay? “

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where: amarna nightclub, rapid city

when: night 

who: open

the last couple of months traveling between juneau, alaska and south dakota exhausted her mentally. never physically, her body felt very little nowadays. but more often than not, the mind was the prison of the body. she was both avoiding certain imbeciles and missing parts of her soul. wrecked beyond repair, astarte was fighting to keep what was left of her sanity intact. like the queen of denial she was, the vampyr kept it all inside. bottled up. hidden from sight and from the ones that would capitalize on her weakness. let them try and she would make an example out of them. sending a message was all about timing. from time to time, it was useful to make people remember that the blood queen of the east wasn´t a tale. she walked right besides them, but was far more civilized. bloodbaths and murder sprees were bad publicity. and she was all about marketing done right.  amarna was another of her strategies.

 a nightclub was the perfect place to see and be seen. plus the amount of information intoxicated people shared was astonishing. playing with their minds and planting suggestions was entertaining. and one of the favorite hobbies of her entourage. humans and supernatural alike weren´t immune to manipulation. while others visited her nightclub with the intention of talking with the first chairman of the high council without the proper procedures and formalities.  most of them just wanted to unwind and be themselves. amarna was know for satisfying every whim of the supernatural clients. humans had their memories erased by the vampyrs that handles security. astarte runs a well built machine. or better yet, her entourage does. after all, this place was their playground and like every mother she only steps in when her children misbehave.

“ you can take a seat, I don’t bite that hard.” she said to the newcomer. “ besides i’m more interested in tequila right now. one of the only things i envy about humans is their ability to get drunk.”

NIGHTCLUBS WERE ALANZA’S NATURAL   environment, by this point. centuries of parties had made her eager to jump among the human population. it was oh so easy to do when she looked the way she looked, sounded the way she sounded. even now mingling into them was effortless, the humans welcoming her with eager eyes and even more eager hands. the ancient being craved attention. she got it in places like this.

but it’s when she glanced towards a figure at the bar that she pauses her fun, in the process of grinding against some poor unassuming boy. she knew already, the senses inside her rippling. the owner of the establishment. and how could she pass up a perfect opportunity to get a few gigs locally? after all, it had been quite some time since she’d preformed last. all her shows now were for private audiences, or on her instagram. a hand shoved the shoulder of the partner she’d found, dismissing him just as quick as she’d grabbed his attention. there’s no need for her to continue entertaining mundane psyches when she could indulge in something much more fun, much more ancient. 

the dragyn’s feet carry her quickly to the opposing stool, grinning wide at the words that meet her ears. the idea of being afraid of anyone is something laughable. alanza was much older than the children she ran around with, the blood in her veins was pure, she’d been created by gods. for war. death, blood shed, murder. she’d lived, survived, through it all. in fact, she was usually the one on the other end of the dangerous interactions. so instead, she laughed. loud and happily, plopping herself next to her. “ i ain’t worried about you biting me, baby. “ she cooed, tilting her head, “ but please, feel free to. i gotta warn ya, i’m a screamer. “ she propped her elbow against the counter, grinning as she rested her teeth against the palm of her hand, sending a playful wink in the womans direction.

barely a second fluttered by before she spun to face the woman completely, eyes completely curious and focused on her frame. “ are you interested in having any new performers? “ she asked, grinning a little wider, all teeth. “ i’m looking for some local fun. “

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where: a club  when:  probably around 1 am who: open

THE MUSIC WAS LITERALLY   her own, but she doesn’t care, swaying her hips in time with the beat the way she so perfectly knew how. the dragyn was a mess of laughter and delight, completely sober yet high all the same, euphoria gathering in her ancient blood at the very act of getting to dance. the most freeing thing in this whole mundane world. she’d long since discovered human’s overlooked the most joyous parts of their little world. so now she’s in the center of a crowd, flashing her money maker and laughing as she hangs off strangers.

the pr team would have a time cleaning this up. but, then again, alanza was quite good at hiding the messy parts of her existence. still, she doesn’t care. it’s clear in the way she shakes the fabric against her skin, the way her eyes close and her head lulls back.

but, alanza hadn’t worked out a day in her life, and a night of dancing took its toll on even her. she quickly finds herself sashaying with a drink in hand, giggling and squealing her happy mood to the vip section. with all the grace of a succubus, she throws herself into the nearest booth, finally raising the glass of water to her lips, let it soothe the fire rippling in her belly. it’s only then she realizes she’s not alone, there was someone else sitting in the booth. a feline like grin curled across her lips, sitting up all the way, almost eagerly, in her seat. “ you don’t look like you’ve had any fun tonight. “