What makes a man? What makes a beast? Both are monsters

RULES:

Being private and selective is a personal care choice. Interacting with others be hard at times yo, so please respect that.

Please don’t try and force ships. I want them to happen as much as anyone, but chemistry between muses is like people. Some move fast, some move slow. Some are trying to heal a hurt, snarling beast that used to be a broken man.

Muse =/= Mun. It shouldn’t have to be said, but sadly it does and thus here it stands.

Cross-fandom and OCs are all good in my book

Mun is of legal age so smut is not off limits. Anything smut related will be placed under read mores. I don’t have a tag yet for it, but when I do tags will be added but not retroactively unless deemed necessary

Please don’t godmod. If you have ideas for actions or whatnot, run it by me. That’s something that, like normal etiquette, should be applied.

No magic anons. Period. Not up for debate.

Finally, please don’t ask me about replies. I get to them as soon as I can.

As a final note, anything of mine you see posted by following Pen Names WAS NOT STOLEN. They have received my explicit permission to use anything I make in regards to writing and chances are they put together my themes and graphics.

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The Curator

I wanna say that I’m not shocked but I got excited–

Now Soraka would have to do her best to avoid this big snowball, throwing her own tiny one to nail him in the face. Seeing his face covered in snow made her giggle a bit, letting her own guard down to stop and laugh at him. 

‘ I must say, you look quite handsome on this day. ‘

 Her words had thrown the large wolf off. Between them and the direct hit from her snowball Warwick ended up dropping his giant snow clump right on top of himself. An audible growl left him as it crashed down. The clump had made him top heavy which caused the wolf to topple over.

 He’d opted to be sneaky though. If she was going to nail him again and call him handsome then Warwick would be just as honest but play just as dirty.

<*⛵*> “The hypocrisy in that berating is incredible. I don’t know exactly what you are, but I know enough. Almost every planet you’ve visited before this one has been reduced to rubble on your hunt, and I don’t doubt you hardly care if the same happens here.”

Sarah Fortune was used to being called a menace. It was a first, however, to be called one as a Star Guardian. So she was hardly daunted as she matched the being’s steps, trailing right behind him. If anything, she was putting out an aura of her own, not quite as vivid an anger as the other, but just as discernible. She wasn’t angry at him, she still enraged at those who would bring his wrath upon them.

“A Star Guardian fights to protect the stars. And I have a personal reason to fight. Those I lost before, that didn’t deserve what fate had given them. Nobody should have to share their horrible fate. If not for those like me … the universe could be much darker, filled with so much more pain.”

 The wolf stopped dead in his tracks and whipped around to face her. Sarah’s words had irked the star and the more she talked the angrier with her he became.

 “Stop talking!” He snapped. “Of course a little life form like you would know what I’ve done, I hear what the stars say of me too! It’s not just beings pretending to be stars that can hear the words of the cosmos!” Warwick chastised further. He was no longer holding back with his thoughts. “Your kind fights to protect the stars? No, you fight to protect planets and the insignificant specks that live on them! You lost a few of your pretenders? That pain and suffering is nothing before the countless lives of stars stolen by the Dark Star! You don’t even understand that your kind draw them to the places you swear to protect!”

 He finally paused for a moment to allow himself to regain even the slightest bit of composure.

—≪🌠≫ “ If I didn’t worry, I wouldn’t care. You know that’s how I am. “

    She reached out to gently heal his wounds, wings fluttering a little as power was channeled through her body. Within minutes he was restored. She longed to question why and how he gotten hurt this time – Instead, she moved to rest her head upon his chest, arms snaking around to hold him tightly.

 “I know, I know. Thank you.” Warwick answered before bringing a hand to her cheek. “I love you, that’s why I’m sorry I keep worrying you like this.”

 His confession had the man wondering if he should tell her. She’d likely chastise him a bit, but overall commend her husband for his actions. He just didn’t want to worry her more. As he looked down though a sigh left his lips. Warwick loved her too much to simply keep a secret.

Warwick shook his head to get the snow off his face. A playful growl left his throat as the wolf started clumping together a big mound of snow.

<*⛵*> “Cursed one …”

That was a low blow, mentioning how fragile her existance had become. A little too much power used and … she’d end up like her friends.

A fist of anger coiled in her heart, remembering. Sona, Rock, Luna … their names ignited her hatred for the evil.

Now, she raised her guns. But not to point at the star wolf in front of her.

“You said there were Dark Star servants here. Take me to them.” She said coldly. “I’ll help you wipe them out.”

 “I do not need aid from an afflicted one.” Warwick snapped. “Your kind are as bad as those pests.” As he continued to berate her Warwick turned his attention toward Sarah and raised himself to stand upright. “Live your life as a person. You borrow our light, our radiance, and burn yourselves out of existence. You hurt as many as you help choosing to act as a star.”

 Once Warwick was finished tearing into her he began making his way through the city park. His encounter with her had only served to fuel his wrath. Due to this the wolf’s body was aglow as his anger was something visible.

“Sheepie. But you can call me anything that your heart desires.” Sheepie moved closer to the wolf, her hand reaching out to touch at the fur.

“Anything hm?” He mused. “I’ll get back to you on that.”

 There were any number of names he could go with. Morsel for a play on her being a sheep and he a wolf was a good one. Beautiful if he wanted to go some kind of cheesy compliment route. Though the idea left a bad taste in Warwick’s mouth. In the end he really would have to think on it more.

 With her hand extended the wolf moved forward so her fingers would reach him a bit quicker. Unlike most others there was no feeling that she might pose a threat. Thus there was no harm in letting her touch him. Perhaps it was dormant instincts that had him drawn in, she was a sheep after all. Even with just a single touch though it was likely that she’d get a taste of just how warm he always was.

“I’m sold. When and where do we cuddle? Because I can do it anyplace, at anytime.” Her arms crossed under her chest, looking at the much larger wolf.

 “Anywhere and anytime.” Warwick answered. “But perhaps I’ll be more man than wolf for a change and introduce myself. My name is Warwick.”

<*⛵*> “Them? Who are they?” 

She didn’t know much about the being in front of her, besides the trail of planets destroyed behind it. She felt power, immense energy, like she was standing in front of a burning star, drowning in the sheer power. She should be either raising her pistols to fire or stepping aside. But stubborn Sarah did neither. She stood there.

What a time to be split off far away from her team.

 “Wretched little Dark Star converts. They’re here, lurking. moving in places unseen.” He answered. “Remember cursed one, the brighter a light burns, the darker the shadow.”

    “ I’ve had a few moments with Lulu and I understand why. She’s a bit crazy. I thank ya for the compliment. Despite the bad rap I’ve heard you getting, I think you seem fine. You seek revenge on baddies and are a man who was changed because of some punk wanting to play with genetics. Nothin’ wrong with that. It’s messed up what they did to ya, but what can ya do? Life goes on. “

    She moved to now climb on top of her cannon, feet kicking.

 “Death is the only way to cleanse Zaun’s streets.” Warwick answered with a defensive growl. “Singed will have his day, just as all dogs do.”

 The wolf decided to change his focus, lest he end up angry. His core had even started to change yellow. He took the time now to better inspect her weapon. Better to inquire about it rather than dwell. She hadn’t meant any harm in it, at least it didn’t seem that way.

     “ I’ve lost count! Men, women, yordle, human, dead thing that probably came from the Shadow Isle’s… That one landshark weird thing. “

     She decided he wasn’t half bad. After all he was a canine and canines were a-ok in Tristana’s book.

 “That’s quite the list. I’ve got one similar, but it’s a list of things I’ve hunted.” Warwick answered. “The only thing to ever go after me for my body was a yordle named Lulu.”

 Her list was impressive, but at the same time Warwick could see why. For a yordle she was a head turner. Cute, pleasing voice, most likely even feisty with a weapon like that. She made a good nine and a half in Warwick’s book.

     “ Literally or figuratively, because you would be surprised at how many people want to get into my pants! “

    Cannon was set on the ground, she leaning against it as she eyed the over sized dog.

 “That’s a good question.” Warwick mused.

 She wasn’t the only one eyeing the other though. The wolf had been investigating her since his initial remark.

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<*⛵*> “Alright, big boy, calm down. I think you’ve rampaged long enough. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Help me?” He repeated back almost mockingly.

 Warwick turned his attention toward her. Looking her up and down he could feel the strength of the stars inside her being.

 So this one is cursed. He thought to himself.