She's on the hunt

Your archetype is the warrior.

tagged by: @buggeredson tagging: @dxckworth @pianomxn (EITHER, any character), @fishbuttwrites ayyee... anyone who wants to? I don’t care.

traits: purposeful, adaptable, loyal, agressive, mindful, decisive, skillful, isolated, destroyer

the warrior is most commonly used to symbolize the victory of a war. raised in the image of their trainer, and at most times, their parental figure, the connection that is fundamental in building relationships is extremely weak. although warriors find it difficult to trust, once they do, it is a bind that lasts until death. while warriors are fiercely loyal, they are extremely wary of strangers. their greatest wish is to be credited in their achievements, and they tend to isolate themselves if they aren't validated, taking things personally. warriors tend to things for the greater good, and destroy to protect.

fictional characters that are warriors: arya stark, indiana jones, lisbeth salander, sirius black

1. Your Nickname: Belle,Bells,Harls

2. Your eye colour: Brown

3. Your hair colour: Naturally a darker brown, but I dye it reddish. Seems to work for me.

4. One fact about you: I have this inability to keep my character count low. I have a multimuse with way too many characters plus two others on their own blogs. (Helena being one of them) I have  RP with two and I also intend to make at least two other RPs and I’ve only been back in the RP world for like two months?  Having come back after finishing this i’m going to say I have an problem making choices. 

5. Favourite colour: Orange!

6. Favourite place: Libraries. My own home. I’m not much of a being-around-people person. I like quiet, I like my friends, and I like to be comfortable. Which is best accomplished by not having to wear shoes.

7. Favourite celebrity: Lol you’re cute that you think I can pick... Alan Cumming is definitely in hte top few, Emmy Rossum, Kirsten Vangsness, Matthew Gray Gubler, David Tennant, sdkfjaslkdfj I don’t know. If I had to absolutely pick just once, I’d probably go with Alan Cumming because I’ve had a big stupid crush on him since I was like 11. Maybe younger. So just for the amount of time he’s been on the list I’d say he can be counted as #1.

8. Favourite animal: I also have a lot of favorite animals. Cats, Orcas, Foxes and Bats would be the top four in no order.

9. Favourite song: Lol. Lately, I’d been listening to the Moana sound track... How Far I’ll Go and You’re Welcome being the top two I’ve listened to. But that’s just current musical favorites. I don’t have one particular favorite.

10. Favourite book: Currently I’d say The Splintered Series by A.G. Howard but Harry Potter and Mistborn will always be right up there among my favorites.

“Oh gods, it thinks it’s people. How cute.”

Except that it wasn’t, and Dio’s tone illustrated that much. What was it with these little freaks and their bitten-off souls that made them think they could go parading around in other people’s territory? Dio liked to think he was a pretty understanding god, but–well. The mutt meant danger, and that meant he actually had a divine duty to perform. He stepped right into Helena’s space bubble and leaned into her, speaking in a very low and soothing tone of voice–but looking distinctly over her shoulder, into the ether, unconcerned about her response.

“Let’s not go meddling with things that are bigger and more powerful than us, alright? You have a handful of options here, Fido, and they all end with you leaving my turf. You go quietly, I make you go quietly, or I pick you up by your scrawny little neck and toss you ass over tea kettle out those doors. It’s your call, really, but–tick-tock. I’m on the clock, cupcake.” He pulled himself upright again and regarded her with ancient eyes, but he didn’t step back.

"I’m adorable, I know. Thanks.”

It was sarcasm, obviously. She wasn’t here to play games with this man. God. Boy. Whatever he was. She didn’t really care. He was acting like a child who wouldn’t let the other kids play in his club house. It’s mine, you’re not allowed. As he moved closer, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t do much more than look at him with an expression that her master had worn so often when dealing with certain people. One that read You’re boring me. She sighed as he started to speak. Time for a time out, you can come out when you want to play with the other kids. For Hell’s sake he really though she’d care didn’t he?

“We really must work on your table manners, luv,” he replied instead, rolling his shoulders and staring at the corpse. It was a mess, and over much too quickly for his own tastes. He’d have liked to see it dragged out some, watched the once-hunter squirm a little more for his insolence–but. No matter. What’s dead is dead, unless it’s a bloody Winchester or their pet pigeon. “They’re absolutely deplorable. All you’ve done now is messed your sleeve.”

Admonishes aside, it was clean work. A bloody mess of a corpse, ripped jugulars and slashed wrists, beyond all salvaging really, but very neatly done. Quick, efficient. Worthy of praise, which he allowed for with the tilt of his head, the way his eyes moved up to hers, the quirk of his lips into a smirk. There was praise enough in his expression he was sure, before he dropped it with a hum and used his free hand to carelessly gesture to the air around him.

“Let’s get this bloody thing taken care of, mmm? I have bigger fish to fry today, Helena–can’t spend all day waiting for a proper clean up crew.” Nor should he have to with one of his favorite hounds on hand–one of the loyalest pooches he’d had in centuries, really. Not even the slightest bit tempted by either of the red-haired whores who’d made moves against him. “Let’s pop the lock on Daddy’s cage and get back down to business.”

She could have dragged it out- she could have played with the man... but there was a part of her that just wanted Crowley out of the Devil’s Trap. Even if there was no way between herself and him that he’d stay there she still didn’t like it. Suppose it was somewhat like a proper dog not liking people too close to it’s owner. "Taste awful too...” She muttered and looked down at her sleeve with a wrinkled nose at the reminder. Oh well, she’d just have to change. And wash up a bit.

It made a point, which is what she was trying to do. The way the blood splattered around the body made it clear that it was quick, messy and not done by a blade. That is, if one hadn’t already figured that out by the markings left behind by teeth and claws that is. She gave a little grin at in response, not much, and it could be read as just proud of her work. But they’d been through enough together to know how to read each other. He would know it was her way of saying Thanks, without so many words.

Just kinda felt like it. :)

OOC // aslkdjflksajdf Ahhh This really cheered me up after watching a rather annoying episode of OUAT. So thank you! sdlfkjsadf

Do I trust buggeredson to…

Run errands for me?[x]yes Helena is highly confused by this because she's the errand runner. Not Crowley![]no

Tie my shoe?[x]yes[]no

Be honest about how an outfit looks on me?[x]yes[]no

Help me decorate for a party?[x]yes Because it'd probably be Crowley's party. Helena has no reason to decorate otherwise. XD[]no

Leave spare keys with?[x]yes Yeah, like needs them...[]no

Cover for me at work?[]yes[]no Wut. He is boss.?

Pet-sit for me?[x]yes Helena is the pet though...[]no

Babysit for me?[]yes[x]no Probably the one thing she wouldn't trust Crowley with is because she doesn't want her children around demons.

Cook my dinner?[x]yes[]no

Confide in?[]yes[]no This one would depend on how they interact I believe. Some Crowley's she would, some she wouldn't. I'm going to judge by what we said before that it's a yes but I'm not sure.

Move in with me?[x]yes[]no

Sleep in the same bed with me?[x]yes[]no She doesn't want to admit it but she totally would

Help me conceal a crime?[x]yes[]no

Runaway with?[x]yes I mean technically this has happened already XD[]no

Put my life in your hands?[x]yes[]no