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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: SPAZZ Date: January 27, 2019, 5:14 pm
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In this short hour Catherine and learnt much more of herself
than in 23 years of her life. She’d learnt about her mother,
sisters, and now sadly about her fathers. Saying that she wasn’t
hurt by the discovery would be a blatant lie because she was. It
was mirrored in the way her lips failed at the corners and a
somber expression began to take over. This feeling was forcing
but not new since in her younger years, the feeling was very
common. Why wasn’t she wanted? Was it because her birth parents
knew she was messed up? Because she was unlike every other
little girl, crushing after Aaron Carter when she was crushing
after The Spice Girls? That feeling was completely eradicated by
her family who loved and nurtured her past her sexual
orientation, past, or even future. Then came Annette with her
unconditional love, and finally her sisters. And she’d never
felt more complete as how she felt the moment that they found
Selene. Despite all the confusion.
Soon Anya was speaking into her brain and the sudden
communication made her cringe. PTSD after the not-so-long-ago
brain tapping incident. Thankfully this time, there wasn’t any
funny business and instead there was just a whisper. Immediately
her big now-green-eyes shifted to her youngest sister who was
just as shocked as her. But she had a feeling the reason while
the voices were at bay was because it was a one-sided
communication. Not that she could ponder on it too much because
all the sudden there was a surge of power, a bright blue
flickering… thing that seemed very convenient a couple hours ago
when the sky turned black and they almost died. She had no idea
what it was and how the eldest made it happen. Much less
understood any word that came from her mouth. The youngest two
were just in awe of her sister’s power. Seeing her in a
completely different light now. All of the sudden the apartment
seemed so different! Everything in its place! It was mesmerizing
to see the objects floating around like in Matilda when the
little gifted girl fixed up her home in a jiffy. “Woah, woah,
woah wait a minute… You could do this all along?! Why didn’t you
ever show me?! How fucking long did you see me trying to put up
that damned wallpaper and you didn’t think this would come in
handy?!” Oh, but she had tried before, and the Cat had just
laughed it off… A little guilt crept up but not enough to mean
anything.
“Hey, I didn’t mean you didn’t know what you were doing, perra*.
I just mean we need more information. Unless you’re hiding more
things from us.” Mountain eyes slight squinted but again,
Catherine’s moods never lasted long. Her face rapidly smoothed
into the wonderment of a child as her sisters interacted. Then,
from wonder to excitement. All of them under the same roof?!
Heck yeah! Like a huge sleep over every night.
Cat turned to look at the youngest of the three with the same
intensity as Anya. Well, her enthusiasm was much more noticeable
than Anya’s. Catherine joined her hands too. Resting one above
and one bellow her sisters joined hands. “It would be amazing
for all of us to live together… Right?! And also, more cost
efficient.” She added with a slight chuckle, praying that her
sister would approve.
Perra= Female dog; Bitch; Shokan
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Selene Date: January 28, 2019, 1:45 am
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This could have been a bit too much for Selene, but it honestly
felt more familiar than expected. Of course, she was mesmerized
by the whole bipidi-bopiti-boop magical event. And the fact that
Anya’s abilities could have helped her earlier when she was
carrying all those heavy boxes inside. Selene was also as
fascinated as the middle sister; however, she didn’t seem as
enthusiastic. She actually was much more reserved and quieter
than Catherine when it came to her own feelings. Selene took the
world in by her big blue orbs and processed it in silence.
Honestly, this was all too much to swallow in one bite…
She’d just move from United States, running away from the
fucking asswipe that tormented her life. This was her FIRST
night in a new home and country. Her first encounter with
family. The first time her powers manifested and of course the
first time hearing the word ‘witch’ as a characteristic that
could define her and not an insult. The youngest of the three
was overwhelmed. But even through this new life experience her
sisters’ guidance made her... I don’t know, feel better. Like
she wasn’t alone in the world anymore… I mean, not that her
mothers and foster siblings weren’t the most amazing humans
she’d ever met, but there was something about these two
strangers that comforted her. Made her feel safe. They were like
life preservers tossed at someone who was floating in a vast
ocean, but she didn’t know she was floating and hadn’t realized
she was drowning until they met.
Luna took a minute to herself midst her sisters bickering,
concentrating on the now-fucking-beautiful weather outside the
window. Trying to give her mind some relief from this complex
situation. And then, of course the eldest made another bizarre
suggestion that snapped Selene right back into the conversation.
‘Come live with us… huh?’ she had… asked? Suggested? Wondered?
“But… I just moved in to this apartment…” The youngest of the
trio rapidly explained, focusing mostly on Anya since she was
the one to present the idea. Selene rapidly tried to shut her
down with the most logical response. But then Catherine
interjected and added some warmth into the equation. The second
their hands touched another fascinating thing happened.
This time it was different from the previous experience she’d
have. There was no curtain of darkness. Nothing pulling her away
from reality, but her vision was taken from her and replaced by
other images. Immediately a white veil fell over her brilliant
eyes and Selene gasped, holding on to her sister’s hands.
“Wha-what’s going on?! Anya!?!” Selene began to panic, if it
weren’t for the fact that she was holding on to the other two
girls, she would be running around the room searching for her
phone and dialing 999.
Even though she was now hyperventilating, moving her hands up
her sister’s arms to touch their faces, make sure they were
there. They were very reassuring though, Selene felt Anya get
closer and almost cradle her like before. Felt how Catherine
gripped on to her arms and soothed her the best she could in
this strange situation. Though this only happened within seconds
because the following minute, the images that started flashing
began making sense and Selene relaxed some. “Wa-wait I can…. I
can see... I'm-- okay...”
The first image was of the three sisters joining hands around a
circle doing an incantation. Suddenly a shadow appeared in the
center. “What is it Selene?! What can you see?!” Her sisters
wondered but she couldn’t explain herself now, all she could do
was watch.
The image changed.
There was a red casket in between two lamps. Inviting looking
even if it was rather grim and morbid. Selene heard her own
steps as she got closer and when she got to look into the
casket, there was a beautiful blonde laying dead. The same one
who one of her sisters ran too down the hall. She couldn’t see
her well before, but Luna just knew who she was and what the
blonde meant to the middle sister. Wails were heard next.
Screaming out of the worst pain a human could ever experience;
heartache.
The image changed again.
There was a dark figure holding on to Anya’s waist. It had no
face, only the shape of a tall and broad man. The eldest of the
three rested her head against its broad chest and swayed. Swayed
as happy as Cinderella after finding her prince. “She’s dancing
with the devil. She’s kissing death in the mouth.” The most
beautiful voice whispered right beside her. Selene’s face turned
to the side, right where her door should have been if she were
looking into her apartment. There was one of the most beautiful
women she had ever seen. She smiled warmly as if she'd been
waiting for Selene all her life. The youngest sister knew who
this woman was. Luna didn’t know her, but she had seen her
before. In her sisters’ face and in the mirror too. She didn't
know this woman, didn't remember her but knew her. Luna felt the
connection between them with just one look. The love that poured
out of her brilliant eyes in a way that was humbling. Deceiving
even? How could she have harmed them if she loved Selene this
much? “Mom?!” Selene said and raised an arm to her direction.
She wanted so bad to jump into her arms despite the burning
resentment that she should have felt. Now she was in awe of this
woman’s beauty. Not a hint of anything but wonderment in the
youngest mind. Suddenly the older woman smiled and closed her
eyes. Covering the crown of her head with a curious top hat.
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And just like that, the veil was lifted and Selene’s sight
return to the present.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 28, 2019, 12:35 pm
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Anya knew her suggestion was bizarre the second it had slipped
from her mouth and when the youngest of them looks up with big
blue orbs in a somewhat apologetic matter, she shakes her head
to wash away the guilt covering her features; it was completely
fine to want to be alone, and Anya knew it was all a lot to take
in, especially for someone as young as her so she accepted her
refusal, after all, her apartment was just a few floors down, in
the same building. Anya could check up on her regularly if she
ever wanted. And no doubt, they would be seeing a lot of each
other, as they had a whole load of catching up to do.
When she started hyperventilating, a few moments later, Anya’s
forehead creases with worry again, holding the girl in an
embrace, before looking at Catherine with a soft sigh, mouthing
to her what was going on. She remembered her first vision; how
her sight blurred, how her head spun, how it felt like an
earthquake but in the dark confines of her mind, and how she
thought she was going blind. But soon enough, it was over, and
when she tilts her head down to look down at Selene, she lets
go, leaning back to give her a little room, and in the process
of doing so, releasing her hand.
Another cigarette.
She takes out another cigarette, placing it between her plump
lips before reaching out to offer Selene one.
“Actually, **** that.”
She pulls the packet back just as Selene reaches out for it, “we
need something stronger,” and then proceeds to pull out a slim
black case in her jacket pocket. There were three blunts left,
coincidentally, taking one out to offer Selene, who still had
her hand in the air, and then cocking her head towards Cat,
laughing a little as she does. Cat didn’t smoke, she had
experienced it when she was in college but she hated cigarettes,
and wasn’t the biggest fan of weed either. But who gave a toss?
It was nearly night out, and it would help them relax.
She throws one over to Cat before replacing the cigarette
resting between her lips with the blunt, lighting it and taking
a large pull, exhaling slowly, to then watch the smoke rise into
the air in different shapes. She realised how dark it had become
when she looks over at Selene, the only light that shone on half
her face was the one the sunset had to offer, though the window
was small, and the room was exceptionally dim now. Once more,
she lifts her hands, watching the broken bulb come back together
with the movement, and place itself in its electric holder, the
switch turning on automatically.
“What did you see?”
She pulls her legs up onto the table, crossing them over each
other and while she waited for Selene to answer, she takes
another drag, letting the smoke make herself comfortable in her
lungs before exhaling. It seemed as if the younger sister was
contemplating telling them or not, and Anya judged by her
expression that the premonition was a bad one, but premonitions
weren’t always entirely right, and there were so many holes in
the future.
“Cat, I’m guessing the girl outside was your girlfriend?” Cat’s
too busy fiddling with the lighter but when Selene mentions her
girlfriend, she looks over immediately and nods.
“Now. . . don’t get worried, but I saw her in a casquet, but
then the image changed so quick, and to be honest,” she shrugs,
“I can’t say if she was dead or not, I didn’t get to check
properly,” she tried to sound optimistic but it wasn’t easy to
do that when the subject at hand was death, “and then it changed
to Anya.”
Anya’s brows curve up as her jaw clenches, listening intently as
Selene explains the vision, Anya kissing ‘death’ in the mouth as
if she didn’t know that already. The eldest of the three knew
who she was dealing with, she knew that the man was dangerous,
but they weren’t serious in that regard, she wasn’t in a
relationship with him and doubted she ever would be if she was
being entirely honest with herself. It was a sexual
relationship, but she couldn’t help laughing out loud when she
looks over at the door, “and that’s when Auni appeared?” Anya
had given up calling their mother ‘mum’ because the woman didn’t
deserve the title, she wasn’t loving as a mother should be, she
didn’t protect her children when she should have, she didn’t
have their best interests at heart like a caring mother would.
Anya remembers coming home once to find her trembling on the
kitchen floor, her arms turned purple, the needles still resting
in her skin which pulsated under the pressure of the drugs. Like
a glass, she could be picked up, and dropped, and she would
shatter into a million pieces. Auni was like the word shatter. A
man, whose name wasn’t significant enough to remember, came out
of the bathroom grunting and pulling up his jeans, clumsily
trying to fix his belt together. Sex and drugs. That’s all her
mother taught her, and when she saw the man, she was aggravated;
she remembers running up to him and punching him, kicking him,
trying to get him out of the little room they called home. But
he wasn’t the first man to ever come into their lives, and Anya
was sure he wasn’t the last.
She didn’t further enquire into what Auni had said in the
premonition because she didn’t care, and so she takes another
drag, but the anger was visible in her flared nostrils and her
clenched jaw, running her palm along her thigh to dry off the
sweat on the fabric of her jeans.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: SPAZZ Date: January 28, 2019, 2:51 pm
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Once upon a time there was a pretty princess that lived in a far
away land. The pretty princess was very poor and her family
didn’t have anything to eat, so her ogre father sent her away
with a very mean family so that she could make money for the
family to eat. Every day, the pretty princess would go off to
work and come back late at night very tired. All until the
pretty mean prince finally noticed how pretty she truly was. The
prince made the pretty princess fall in love with him and made
false promises of eternal love and companionship. Then, the
pretty mean prince found out that the pretty princess was with
child. That was when he revealed that all his words were lies
and that he no longer needed her services. So, she was sent back
home where the mean father ogre packed up her few belongings and
sent her off to the streets, where the poor pretty princess had
to fight hard to survive. But she would do it for her child. For
the baby that she carried and loved more than life itself…
Cat was expecting the vision to involve anyone else but Anne.
The shock was like a slap across her face and her brain seemed
to halt dead in its track. The middle sister just sank into the
couch, trying to find flaws in her sister’s vague vision. Trying
to justify anything that could point to anyone or something
else. “Are you sure it was her?! It was a casket and not a
bed?!” Catherine began to question her sister, prying for more
information on the subject. If it was a premonition it was
because they needed to change the future, right?! That’s what
happened in charm at least…
Under other circumstances Catherine would have declined the
drugs. She wasn’t against them, but she was not crazy on
anything that could enhance her personality. She’d done plenty
of drinking and smoking during her college years so now there
was simply no interest. Now they were at a completely different
point though, a blunt and some fucking whiskey sounded like a
dream right about now. So she fiddled with the lighter until it
worked and she managed to take a couple puffs that of course
stung the back of her neck and made her cough. After the first
few puffs, she was all good with smoking it up. It took a couple
minutes for her head to feel a little funny. It wasn’t anything
mayor yet of course, just a little tingling around the temples.
The pretty princess was on the streets for a couple of days
until the good grandma witch found out about the happenings.
Good grandma witch searched long and hard for the pretty
princess and took her home. Helped her get a job even and taught
her a lot of things about themselves. About their lineage and
even their future. She explained that the baby she carried was
destined for greater things. That this was the beginning of a
new era for witches all over the world. That her offsprings
would help restore balance to the world. The pretty princess
studied long and hard and practiced her abilities. By the time
that her daughter was born, she was ready to show her the truth
of their ways… Soon after another lying princes came and left
her with child… Then another prince, the worse of them all left
her with another child. Sadly, grandma good witch went up to the
heavens and the pretty princess was left defenseless to the
very-bad-worse-lying-prince. He offered to trade her pain in for
pleasure and her gifts for riches. He put her on a silly dress
and gave her a fake crystal ball. He brought men and women to
see her. Women seeking to find men and men seeking pleasures.
The very-bad-worse-lying-prince offered her things that she
needed. He promised that it would all be well and that she would
be able to provide for her little pretty princesses if she just
did one more thing. One more job. It was all for the princess,
they needed to be protected above all cost. One more hit….
Catherine stood up and walked to the nearest ashtray because
there was no way she would just throw ashes anywhere. That was
when she started to feel a bit lightheaded in a good way. Her
muscles started relaxing and this whole situation began getting
a little less serious, even when she was still very much alarmed
by her sister’s vision. Her awareness was still there but the
world seemed less heavy all of the sudden. “What did she look
like… Mom, I mean… Who did she look like?” Catherine asked
Selene and didn’t dare to look at Anya. She could already feel
the hatred burning in her eyes the moment Auni’s memory was
conjured. Cat was genuinely curious about her.
The pretty princess gave in and then gave up. The
very-bad-worse-lying-prince was long gone then, he took
everything the pretty princess had worked for and everything the
good grandma witch had left. And when the mean voices took over
and made the pretty princess do horrible things, he was the one
to take the pretty little princesses away and find them new
homes. He said it was because he wanted to help, but all he
cared for were the riches. It wasn’t a good ending for the
pretty princess because not every story has a happy ending. And
the pretty princesses? Well no one knows where they are, no one
knows who they are. Not even themselves. ~ Catherine Flores (age
7)
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 28, 2019, 3:49 pm
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~
“Anya! ANYAAA!!”
Today, Anya had decided against closing the windows despite the
harsh storm outside and lay down at the edge of the mattress,
the broken springs underneath her causing her spine to curl
upwards uncomfortably. She wasn’t exactly waiting; no one else
knew about her knack of keeping still without anything but her
own imagination to keep her occupied; she didn’t have a book in
her lap, no phone, no computer, such luxuries they couldn’t
afford. The way she moved gently through her own thoughts as one
might play in a garden; she had learned her patience through
years of living with an addict. The voices always stopped when
her mother screamed for her, watching as the woman burst through
the door with hungry bloodshot eyes.
Because of her position, her mother appeared to be upside down
and the young girl stayed silent, letting the minutes accumulate
like a blanket of snow between them, as the silence deepened.
She was either in here because she had misplaced her next hit,
or she was hungry. Anya’s childhood was as tangible as the drugs
her mother injected into her system - a taste, a sound, a smell
- all of them blended into an entity that was surely more than a
mood.
Apart from Auni, there was another presence in the room; a girl
a little younger than Anya, who marveled at the massive
emptiness of time, and the space between the mother and
daughter. A space that could be covered in a few feet yet they
seemed miles apart. Of course, the girl was only a figment of
Anya’s imagination and when she hears the rumble in her mother’s
stomach she sighs, annoyed, but gets up and makes her way to the
kitchen regardless to fix her a meal. When she opens the fridge
to find it empty, apart from a carton of milk, which had
expired, her brows furrow and her fists clench at her side,
albeit, she stayed grounded.
“H-how many times? How many **** times do I have to repeat the
same fing ova and ova again,” her words barely audible as they
came out in a slur, and there she is, pacing the kitchen and
fidgeting with the stove, turning an eye on to light the
cigarette in her shaky hand. It was the slow retraction, her
mother pulling the cigarette away from the stove to rush over to
Anya and grab her arm aggressively, snuffing the cigarette out
on her skin to teach her a lesson, that signaled the end of
Anya’s childhood. Hours later when she had sobered up, she would
invite herself into the young girl’s room and sit by the broken
mattress, her face stained with tears.
But Anya wasn’t a fool. She knew it was self-pity more than
anything that her mother cried for, she knew it was the labour
of her own youth that she craved as she contemplated what looked
like her own ruin.
Anya.
~
Anya snaps back in time to hear Cat’s question and perhaps if
she hadn’t floated into a past reality she would’ve sat down and
listened to Selene explain that Auni and Anya were cut from the
same tree, that they looked exactly alike but by the time Selene
had answered, Anya had gotten up and rushed out of the door to
her own apartment, taking the stairs two at a time, as if she
could run away from the memory of the cigarette burning into the
flesh of her arm. The tattoos did a good job of hiding the
marred skin but what was she to do with the memories?
Booze.
She grabs the bottle of Hennessy, before hopping back down,
inviting herself into Selene's apartment once more and taking
her spot on the table again. Placing three plastic cups on the
table, she pours the drink and gives one to each sister,
snuffing out her blunt and gulping down her drink as fast as she
can. Though it broke her heart to tell her sisters that their
fathers didn’t want anything to do with them, she found it
completely impossible to tell them what type of a woman their
mother had been. Maybe because she didn’t want to relive trauma
she had endured in the past but a feeling in her gut told her it
was more than that.
She didn’t want her sisters to feel neglected, like she had, to
feel unloved. She didn’t want them to feel like they had a
mother who sold them to feed her habits, and that by the grace
of who-****-ever, they had ended up with their respected
families, because they could've turned up in worse, worse
places. All because of Auni.
Goddamn you, Auni.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Trinity Date: January 29, 2019, 3:01 am
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[font=georgia]Romania, 8:43 p.m.
There were people that came to visit her at night, people who
she guessed died in this house prior to her moving in and when
she is pulled out of her slumber by the pungent scent of sweat
as the beads trailed down her temple, she gasps when an amber
light reflects off her necklace and gleams off of the wall in
front of her. Caught in a state of disbelief, she looks down
slowly, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to come to
terms with what was happening. The drugs made her hallucinate in
spite of the fact she had given them up two years ago but this
light was genuine, this light was proof that her daughters were
together, somewhere in the world.
Auni had drafted the incantantion a little after Anya had given
up on her, the pain tangible in her mouth when she thinks of her
eldest, leaving a metallic aftertaste to linger on her tongue.
Pulling the cover off and throwing it to the side, she forces
her shaking legs to carry her to the small closet in the corner
of the room, pulling the door open. A jacket was all she needed,
and as she made her way clumsily down the stairs and out of the
door, she didn’t care that her keys were sitting on the counter,
or that she was locked out and it would cost money that she
didn't have to repair her mistake because all she could do was
walk down the street as fast as her legs could carry her.
Agnes Waterhouse.
The woman had fled from England for dallying with black magic,
and like Auni had been rejected by her coven and thrown out but
she had also turned a new chapter in her life and was trying to
better herself. The voices, like whispers strangling her, filled
her ears with nothing but negative talk. Auni yearned to be with
her daughters again; she didn’t even remember Starlene, her
face, her hair, she had no idea who the youngest girl looked
like. They don’t need you Auni. Remember how Anya left? Why did
she leave Auni? Because you were a mess, and you still are a
mess. Nothing has changed Auni, you haven’t changed. Anya won’t
come back. Catina won’t come back. And Starlene? She’s the one
that tried killing you remember? She told you to burn down the
hut. She’ll tell you again, and again, and again . . .
“STOP!”
The woman held her head in her palms as she bent at the waist as
if screaming would make them go away; screaming only made it
worse. The voices weren’t just a whisper now, they were ringing
in her ears as she shakes her head, her bottom lip trembling as
tears gather in her blue orbs, cascading down her cheeks. These
voices brought memories with them. Memories of the burning hut.
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Now, people were staring at her and whispering among themselves.
She imagined they called her crazy, a wreck but as she comes
back to reality, she stands up, dusting herself off while
looking around wearily, inviting herself into the closed shop.
Agnes was busy with a new orb she had received, her eyes meeting
with Auni’s teary orbs but widening when she notices the glowing
necklace.
“Auni. . .” she manages to whisper breathlessly.[/font]
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Selene Date: January 29, 2019, 10:19 am
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When you get punched hard by the temples your muscles sort of
tense. In Selene’s case her jaw also locked and her joins
suddenly turned elastic to the point of not being able to hold
her weight. More times than one, she’d been knocked out by
boys because she refused to learn to box on the girl’s
team. Her mothers supported her at first because anything that
involved equality and co-ed classes were definitely on their
to-do list! Selene never managed to knock out any of the boys
unfortunately, and when the young woman came home with black
eyes and bruises, they decided that maybe it wasn’t the
best idea to have her box with stronger young men… But
well, even after being prohibited, Luna had showed enough guts
to make friends with every boy on the team. And well, maybe the
fact that she was developing quick also helped. No longer on the
team, Selene got the boys to teach her how to box and they
didn’t take it easy on her either. This was why her
stalker was terrifying. Because she’d never had the need
to be scared of a man. Selene would just square up and fight a
man, unafraid. But this moddafucker was relentless.
Eventually, when she decided to go back to the girl’s
class -After her mothers were contacted because their daughter
was lying face down on the local community center’s floor,
knocked the **** out- she single handedly and viciously beat
every girl in the team. Eventually Luna went to the state
competition where she of course won to Carla Brown, a vicious
young woman that they called ‘Brick Fists’. But
well, soon the reality of female boxing and well the lack of
support from the misogynist public announced that she was better
off going to college. And to pay for college there was nothing
else but giving people a nice online show of titties and ass.
Selene boxed once in a while, definitely trained and practiced.
Participated in a couple of underground matches and what not.
Right before coming to the UK, she was in a match with a young
woman who hit her very hard. Not enough to knock her out but
definitely left her loopy for a bit. The next day, her trainer
teased/asked about names she’d been mumbling. Something
about burning it down for ‘A’. About needing to
fight to protect her. About the bad-bad-bad pretty princess
hurting ‘A’. None of that made sense now and hell,
she had even forgotten all about it. How intricate was the
subconscious mind, huh?
The youngest of the three was nice and relaxed now. Soon her
eyes were nice and squinted, reddened by the drug and definitely
relaxed enough to deal with all this bullcrap. A hand slipped to
push her raven mane back and out of her eyes, the tip of her
tongue sliding out to moisten her lips. Selene cleared her
throat and parted her lips to speak, turning to look between her
eldest sisters. One curious and the other evasive.
“Well….” She began to answer but was
interrupted by Anya trying to leave. “W-wait, where are
you---” Catherine interjected knowing her sister like the
back of her hand. “She’ll be back, don’t
worry.” Cat soothed Selene who had of course tensed up
some, annoyed by how pleading her voice sounded before. Like a
little girl that turned in the grocery store and couldn’t
find her mom. “Oh… Well… I mean… I
couldn’t see her for long but… She looked just like
Anya.” Selene confirmed but of course, only after the
eldest had left the room. Catherine just nodded and that was
when the conversation shifted to a lighter subject. The mood
lightened with the aid of middle sister’s smile and
following questions about herself. What did Selene do for a
living, where did she grow up, etcetera.
By the time that Anya got back they were conversing lightly.
Selene a bit too distrusting yet to explain that she made money
showing off her privates online. She just said that she had a
blog and made money off the adds and what not to pay for school.
Selene was going to school for physical therapy but for now was
just doing online courses until she had to do labs. Catherine
enthusiastically kept asking questions, derailing to compliment
and force the younger one to smile. Selene liked her sisters
already. She liked them as people too despite their unique bond.
Anya returned with booze and that was when the real party
started. Selene stood up and walked over to the poured drinks
before picking one up. Silently thanking her sister with a small
nod before drinking it all up. Apparently, Cat wasn’t used
to the strong liquor because the choking and the spitting out
forced the youngest girl to snicker despite their rather grim
situation. This felt normal. Natural to be here with these two
strangers that she’d know for a life time.
“Do you think she’s with us Anya? Mom I
mean…” The middle sister asked with an innocence
that forced Selene to also wonder, two pairs of bright eyes
looking up at the eldest for answers… But Selene added
another question to the mix. “Do you even know if
she’s dead?”
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 29, 2019, 12:10 pm
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Anya watches quietly as Cat chokes, a smile pulling her lips up
when Selene laughs at the whole ordeal, before pouring another
round, swallowing the dark liquor in a gulp as she looks over at
both girls, who now stared back at her with probing eyes. It was
normal to wonder what their mother was like, especially for
Selene who had not only just found out about her, but had two
visions of Auni in the past hour. Of course, Cat ‘knew’ their
mother had died, so Anya figured her question was more
metaphorical, so her blue orbs focused on her for the time being
as she answered that question first.
“I think she’ll always be with you, in your heart,” she pulls
out her packet to place a cigarette between her lips, “as long
as you keep her there.”
Lighting the cigarette and exhaling deeply, she then looks over
at Selene, whose question was far more complicated; if Anya had
learned anything while living with an addict for the first half
of her life, and then having to fend for herself in the second
half, it was how to lie, though she had practically killed two
birds with one stone when she answered Cat’s question, watching
Selene’s expression drop a little. She was sad but it didn’t hit
her properly; the drugs and the booze was doing a good job at
soothing the realisation that her mother was no longer here,
that a person she was naturally drawn to and loved lay dead
somewhere.
From time to time, Anya could see her mother’s face against the
darkness of the walls, greyness coming through the curtains now
in a haze as she takes another drag, “when she started meddling
with black magic,” her voice was soft, and so well controlled so
as not to let any anger slip through her teeth, “the coven, they
erm. . .” it seemed like she was struggling as she stared into
the distance, into nothingness but she finds her voice amidst
the darkness, “they have rules. So when she burnt the hut, they
decided among themselves to kill her. I took you guys back a few
days later and they took you two away from me,” now her voice
broke because having her sisters stripped from her was a much
harder reality to face than leaving her mother.
Anya didn’t cry; she was much more rational than she was
emotional, except for when it came to fighting because that’s
all she did when she needed to release anger. A tree could look
at her the wrong way and she’d want nothing more to do than kill
it. She gets up to sit on the sofa, sinking into her own body as
her muscles relax, the voices ever so present in her mind.
Rubbing her temple she takes the last drag of her cigarette,
blowing the smoke in Cat’s direction before snuffing it out in
the ashtray.
Her sisters were the only important thing in her life, and she
repeated that like a mantra in her head in a cheap and weak
attempt to block the voices out.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: SPAZZ Date: January 30, 2019, 9:52 am
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Their questions were answered lightly and short. Keep it short,
sweet, and superficial as Cat had expected her sister to
respond. When it came to their past, Anya as vague as she could
get away with, Catherine understood that talking about those
events hurt like hell. She saw how her sister cringed each time,
as if the memories were sharp glass shards running through her
brain. Cat had immediately stopped asking a while back and
assumed that she would know what was necessary. The rest was
just water under the bridge. Very cold water under a bridge that
was ready to fall apart at any minute. Of course, she had more
questions. Questions about the voices that nearly killed them
moments before. Questions about the hatred Anya had towards
their mother and why didn’t she remember any of it. Catherine
had little to no memories and what she remembered was all fun.
One memory in particular she had carried on wintry nights.
Seemed more like a distant dream than a memory, but she never
told a soul. Not even her sister Anya with whom she had shared
nearly every part of her life with.
Silence took over the two young sisters and again, even if it
were just for a couple of seconds, it turned uncomfortable.
Selene taking the other poured drink gratefully, but Catherine
declined by ignoring it. Again, as usual, the middle sister
broke the silence in her bubbly way. Ignoring all the other
questions that were stirred up by Anya’s vagueness. “So how many
people do you need to have a witch coven? Do you think there are
more here in the UK? Technically, aren’t we a coven?! I want to
be a coven. We can make our own rules like for example…” Kitten
reached over the counter to take a better look at Anya’s attire
from top to bottom, pressing her lips together in a
hard-judgmental line to keep herself from laughing but also to
appear critical. A single perfectly curled brow rose while her
green eyes scanned. Of course, Anya was as exquisite as the rest
of them, well… maybe none had the curvature of Selene who had
perfectly proportioned muscles and a firm taught body. And well,
Catherine considered herself the fattest between them with her
narrow waist and broad hips. Though that didn’t mean she could
poke the bear! “Salads for everyone, especially you… Fat ass,
eating all that Mcdickies.” Cat added with a loud goofy smile,
climbing on to the counter -because she could- and laying across
it like a literal kitty-cat, high as all heavens above.
“I want to be a coven… Selene! Hand me that knife from over
there.” The middle sister commanded with a few claps. Luna who
was now looking at them amused turned to Anya for approval in an
automatic way that sort of annoyed herself. Who the fucc was
this betch who she had to ask permission to?! Anya had never
asked for it of course, it was just an innate thing, she
supposed. “Against my better judgement… Here.” Said the youngest
one, handing Catherine the nearest sharp knife and receiving a
kind thank you. The mid sister didn’t even look at the knife
before quickly pricking her finger, light enough to just cause a
small bead of ruby to appear. “Ay… Okay, your turn Sel.” She
encouraged the youngest sister who looked at her half regretting
handing her a sharp object, half into it… Okay well 30%
regretting and 70% into it. “Wait… What are we---” but before
she could finish Catherine sat back down on the counter. “We’re
making a coven, I saw this in a movie once so it should work.
Practical Magic with Sandra Bullock?! Why are you looking at me
like that? Never seen it?! HOW?! What do they teach you in
school over there America?” She teased and Selene who was amused
by all this situation, took another harsh liquor shot and
shrugged. “What the hell, right? Worse thing I can get from you
both is a venereal decease… Mostly from Anya, I assume?” Selene
smiled big too, a smile that was mirrored in all three of their
timeless faces. Catherine laughed loudly and high-fived Selene
with her -unbloodied hand. “BUUURRRRNNNN!!!!! But you’re right,
she’s a skank. But she’s pretty clean… I hope.”
Luna followed the middle sister and poked her finger with the
sharp tip. Extending her hand to Catherine who rapidly pressed
their digits together to make contact with each other’s life.
“Your turn Auni. You should also say some words and stuff… I
mean, you’re the only one who knows how to work all this.”
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 30, 2019, 12:04 pm
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In the early night, the clouds in the western sky danced around
a moon that formed a thin white wash over the city, which had
become richer over the hour and then thickened until a filtered
grey glow hung above their window, the branches that glimpsed
through the glass casting shadows on the walls. The weed barely
did anything to Anya, and given her high tolerance for the drug,
she knew that it wouldn’t do anything to her so like Selene, she
takes another shot, continuing to watch the landscape outside as
opposed to her sisters, until of course, she is disrupted by
Cat’s prancing around.
There were covens where they lived and Anya actually knew most
of them but she had never thought to join; after everything, she
didn’t deem it appropriate nor had an unearthly desire, like Cat
was rambling about, to do so either. Coincidentally, a coven
could be formed with just three people and as Cat laughs
obnoxiously at her own jokes, she can’t help but shake her head,
grabbing the bottle to walk over to her sisters, downing what
was left of the drink and then wiping the side of her mouth on
her jacket. The storm had dissipated and it was only now Anya
realised how warm it was getting, the alcohol making itself home
in her blood.
Though there was no sun outside, the temperature continued to
rise because the breeze that bought faint relief all day, before
the storm, had faded and was now replaced with thick, heavy air.
She pulls her jacket off, watching Selene gawk at her arms,
covered with tattoos, her own one sleeve seeming minor in
comparison.
“Woah, that’s so **** dope.”
Anya looks down at her arms, as if she had forgotten what they
looked like, admiring a few of the tattoos before shrugging the
compliment off with a muttered ‘thanks’. The tattoos weren’t
there because she necessarily wanted them to be, but also not
going so far to say that she was coerced into getting them; the
bruises and scars on her arms always attracted so much attention
when she was applying for jobs so she figured ink was the best
way to conceal them, though the ink had become a problem because
it was considered controversial in most workplaces. Thankfully,
her line of work didn’t really care for such trivial things.
She nods in response to Cat’s questions, watching her prick her
finger, and then nods once more to Selene’s silent permission,
laughing at the expression that crossed her once she had
realised what she did. It was so funny to watch this transition;
this transition that was taking place, almost like she was
slipping into another body she didn’t know she owned. She now
had an older sister, and she did stupid things like ask for her
permission, knowing full well, she was a grown adult and she
didn’t have to. It was weird, but warming all the same.
There’s time to spare, so as Cat turns to her and pushes the
knife in her general direction, she sighs and rolls her eyes,
taking it so she too, could prick the tip of her finger until
the tiniest drop of blood oozed out. She watched, fascinated by
the red liquid before looking up at the middle sister, her brows
furrowing, annoyed but she ignores it, putting it down as a
mistake.
“You know. . . the coven needs a name, all good covens have
names.”
She watched the two think, both too high for their own good
because their suggestions were amusing to say the least and not
appealing whatsoever. Here, in this room, were the ghosts of her
childhood, reminding her of her existence, of how solid this
moment was. Her spirits were only heightened when she came to
this realisation, watching Cat and Selene bicker among
themselves for a name before interrupting.
“Daughters of the Moon.”
It wasn’t a suggestion. Anya rarely asked questions, she mostly
answered them, and she had this air of confidence that circled
her always, which made anything she had to say irrefutable. Now,
she stared at the two, taking both of their hands, the lights
dimming as she emits a little power, a blue light framing her
like armour. There was a little evil in her orbs, trying to
contain her laughs as she looks down at their joint hands,
forcing their blood to trickle down their wrists and onto the
table. She watched the velveteen lines dancing among each other
until they formed three triangles on the counter, all meeting as
one in the middle. She then tilts forward, and yields to faith,
the most difficult part of the incantation, and the most
draining coming up ahead, this time having to offer a little
more of her power, the little prick on the tip of her finger
growing in size as she does so. But then, a powerful force
slides under them; Selene and Anya simply lift into the air,
floating just above the ground, but Cat who’s in a seated
position stays that way, floating just above the counter.
Their eyes widened in an excited, and frightened way when the
triangles on the table all begin to glow a bright red, before
lifting off the counter too, forming a ball. A ball of their
blood, meshed together to create their own little coven. A
moment after, and the blood, unrestrained, acting on its own
free will, disappears into thin air, as if it had never been
there, and all three sisters slowly float back down to their
original places.
[center]It started off as an innocent joke but now, they were a
coven. A true, legitimate coven. [/center]
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[center]~The Moon~[/center]
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