WOLF QUEEN.

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒. they have come to push you back...

titan goddess of the moon. mistress of the wild hunt and wilderness. protector of the woods, the night, and creatures within both realms. ( handling such themes as: feminine power & vulnerability, wild & feral womanhood, crushing the patriarchy, death & resurrection, past lives, & more ).

ANTI-CANON & EXTREMELY DIVERGENT ALLISON ARGENT (MTV’s TEEN WOLF). 

❝  ah, long walks at night. the breeze freezes my spirit, but the moon warms it right up.  ❞

the only time they cross the country     ,      it is for work      (     or for one of the harebrained schemes of their older siblings     )      but usually the wolf preferred to remain in his den      -      or in his dance studio    ,     no real pickiness to what they call home    .     but a call is what this has been in its own way    ,    one they have felt like hushed whispers among the other naturals     ,     especially among other wolves   .    and while scout did not like to cross state borders or more in between transformations     ,     the waxing moon seemed like the only time they could travel at all    .    not only because they had work to do in new orleans that includes entirely mundane tasks of their day-job    .    “   you smell     …      sorry    ,     i know your name   .    but you smell like one of us   .   i haven’t heard that anyone of yours is a wolf     .    ”    making a face at themselves    ,    scout shushes himself inside of his mind    ,    tan hand running through messy hair      -     and they start over    .      “    sorry   ,   again    ,    uhm   .    we just usually know all wolves here   .    and you    …    aren’t?   but you sort of track   .     as one   .     to my nose   .     ”

she    thought    he’d    been    angry    with    her  .    he    almost    always    is    angry    with    her  ,    but    then    she    almost    always    is    angry    with    him  .    some    days    the    bite    to    their    shared    words    blurs    together    so    to    make    her    forget    why    they    are    always    clawing    at    each    other  ,    but    she    rather    suspects    that    there    is    no    real    reason    anymore  .    maybe    there    never    was    a    reason  .

whatever    the    reason    may    have    been    is    lost    on    her  .    she    thought    he’d    been    angry  ,    but    the    dark    to    henry’s    eyes    is    no    longer    borne    of    fury    but    of    hunger    (    i  ,    too  ,    understand    that    devouring    rot    to    the    gut  .    i  ,    too  ,    want    and    want    and    want    )  .    it    turns    over    her    belly    the    moment    their    gazes    lock  ,    that    black  -  starve  -  heat    of    his    attention  .    when    he    advances    on    her    like    she    is    prized    game  ,    her    whole    body    suddenly    loses    its    shiver    and    ignites    instead    with    something    far    more    tremulous  .

☾    @dusmoros:    are    you    my    darling  ?    are    you    mine  ?