a lullaby of woe

                                          ❛ 𝕴, 𝖙𝖔𝖔, 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜.                        𝕸𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘. ❜

chains clink around her arms, rooting her to the ground. light gleams off one of her golden teeth and she grins, like the cat that ate the canary, at the soldiers in front of her.

twenty-seven counts of sedition. eighteen counts of inciting riots. nine counts of raiding ships transporting supplies. masterminding the attack on the celebration of waitangi day.

❛ which one a' yas gonna pull the trigger? ❜ she jeers. ❛ got a big pack a' fancy fellas starin' at the end of them guns, eh? ❜

blood drips down the side of her mouth and she grins again, pain radiating across her face and she relishes it.

kia kaha, kia Toa, kia manawanui, he toa, he toa, kia kaha ra.

important selina info:

she is afro-cuban and sicilian. her mother is luisa kyle who is afro-cuban and her father is carmine falcone ( @imperatore-falcone )

she's 31

she is a trans woman

her mother was killed when she was 5 years old by a member of Carmine's inner circle on December 21st. this year was the year she finally solved her mother's murder and accused Carmine of killing her. during their confrontation, Carmine revealed that Luisa was driven away by Carmine's own father and in anger, Selina used her claws to scratch his face.

Selina's claws are retractable. There's a button that she can press on her gloves to unsheathe and sheathe them.

she normally wears her goggles on her head and pulls them down when she needs them

after finding out Batman named the Batmobile the Batmobile, she got a motorcycle and named it the Catmobile (she thinks it's very funny)

selina's perched on a nearby rooftop. she flips down her goggles and the night lights up around her and she presses one of the buttons on the side, zooming in. the jewellery store was likely fortified by a laser grid, a security system, and pressure plates. she'd have to be careful, but it was nothing that she couldn't handle.

     the human world was a mess. and as the centuries had drawn on, aiyana had dived further and further down into the sea. it became her refuge, her escape from humanity. from the colonizers that were a plague on her land, on her people. bubbles streamed from behind her and down, down, down she dove until the light disappeared. her eyes readjusted to the darkness and in the depths of the sea, she found beauty. she found quietude.

    the fish swam around her, a curious little fellow edging closer to her and with a flick of her wrist, that silvery medicine, magic, which flowed through her veins created a bubble the size of the fish, popping to envelop it in a silvery sheen and she laughs, touching the head of the creature with a spiny nail, careful not to nick the beautiful little creature.

    what she didn’t hear was the one creeping up on her, a curiosity she would later revisit and hone those out of tune skills. but then she hears a sound, and she whirls around, medicine creating a trident of coral.