Everything is perfect under your mask

for @mythologicalnet event: sky & space deities

urania, muse of astronomy

Meme: My muse is furious. Try to calm them down. 

Another hole is violently brought into existence with all the subtlety of a demolition charge, dirt and rocks showering down onto the dryad that roars in blind rage her frustrations for all the world to hear.  Every time her fists connect with the ground, another earthen storm erupts until she is covered in filth.  It is no surprise then, given the magnitude of her tantrum that she doesn’t hear or sense Kok and his activities until he speaks up.  Whirring around to face him with razor sharp teeth bared in a snarl, it takes a moment for it to sink in who it is and she sheathes her fangs, but otherwise does not make a move.

He tilts his head aside, yet leaving his arms up and forward as a silent invitation to between them. Kokabiel doesn’t know why Faera is so angry, kicking the ground like if that could make her feel better. He simply stared deeply at her, keeping his lips forming a half relaxed smile. -“Would you make you feel better if you tell me whats wrong? I usually like to guess but I don’t see you have the time for that.” - He ventured not so carefully, obviously cause kokabiel doesn’t fear Faera in the most minimal quote. For him, she is now a kid who doesn’t get a toy or such. “…Or I can leave so you can ask the walls and floor for blood and vengeance, which besides mud and dirt I doubt they give you something else…” accustomed to Eros moments of rage, that is more elegant than hers, yet more wordy and detailed when it’s about revenge… Kokabiel honest to his words and leaned forward, abandoning the half glove nest, ready to leave if she ask it..

Upper lip twitches in an unamused snarl at his joking, a low growl reverberating in her chest as narrowed eyes follow his movements. “Well look who is practicing their sarcasm, I must be finally rubbing off on you.“ Looking away she *harumphs* and flexes her claws, subconsciously enjoying the way the healing flesh burns sharply as dried sap cracks and peels away.

“You don’t have to leave, I’m just pissed because somebody broke one of my Toys, and I don’t know who, and my stupid glow worm of a brother could probably find out but he won’t help!“  Arms crossed she hesitates before nonchalantly stepping in his path, but still keeps her distance.  She knows she won’t physically hurt him but she is in a pissy mood and doesn’t want to do or say anything to hurt his feelings.  Still trying to wind her self down, the dryad isn’t quite open to being touchy at the moment. 

All this rage for a toy. why toys are so importants. It’s not the first she mention one and not always refering to real toys. also people. his attention once again moves to her just that this time he didn’t seems to be so into it. His throat reveals before him and for once in his life... he was glad it did. Gave him the chance to save his comments.

“Ha!! such brat! look all the problem you cause for a single toy. Like if there arent enough in the world. kill something else. You have pretty targets front you hahahah!!!” 

well....not the answer he was expecting. Kokabiel looked down and his body tensed..

Zagam. is one of the  Great King and President of Hell, commanding over thirty-three legions of demons. He makes men witty; he can also turn wine into water, water into wine, and blood into wine,  blood into oil, oil into blood, and a fool into a wise man.     He also represents the Pride.

Name: Flora, Fauna and Gaia

Gender: Flora and Fauna are both girls, Gaia is agender

General appearance: Flora is a big tall girl with bright blonde hair. She looks like she sprouted out a ghibli film her hair is so yellow. She has bright green eyes and a serious face. She wears few clothes, but when she does she likes them to be bright and loud! Fauna is dappled all over with freckles. Her hair is the orange-red of a fox. She prefers to run around naked but she will wear animals pelts if she has to wear clothes. Gaia’s skin is as dark as the very earth they are named for. Their eyes are just as dark, though they are very intelligent. Gaia has a presence that their sisters don’t have. Eyes are always on Gaia where ever they go. 

Personality: Flora, for as much as she loves bright clothes is a very quiet girl. She is thoughtful and inquisitive, but she would rather listen than speak. Fauna is curious and bright and loves animals. She loves to talk and talks to anything that will listen. She has ideas and thoughts that seem to pour out of her like water. Gaia is quiet. Not in the way that Flora is though. Gaia is the leader of the three siblings and they are quiet and thoughtful, but never afraid to speak out and make their opinion known. Gaia is also very observant and often asks deep and thoughtful questions.

Special Talents: Flora has the touch with plants. She can make them grow or wilt at will. Fauna can speak to animals. Gaia can speak to the stars.

Who they like better: Flora and Fauna prefer Faera. Gaia prefers Kok.

Who they take after more: Flora and Fauna favor Faera more in personality. Gaia is neither really.

Personal headcanon: These three siblings always know where the others are if they are touching living things.

Meme: My muse is furious. Try to calm them down. 

Another hole is violently brought into existence with all the subtlety of a demolition charge, dirt and rocks showering down onto the dryad that roars in blind rage her frustrations for all the world to hear.  Every time her fists connect with the ground, another earthen storm erupts until she is covered in filth.  It is no surprise then, given the magnitude of her tantrum that she doesn’t hear or sense Kok and his activities until he speaks up.  Whirring around to face him with razor sharp teeth bared in a snarl, it takes a moment for it to sink in who it is and she sheathes her fangs, but otherwise does not make a move.

Hel looked at Eros. He was pressed up against her side, his around about his waist. “My darling Hel,” he nearly purred into her ear. “You look so beautiful this evening.” 

Hel lifted an eyebrow, amused at this. “An you, my dear, have been drinking.”

Hel tossed Nessa over her head. It was somethin that she remembered her own father doing when she had been small.

Nessa went up and for a moment she was surprised and just a second before Hel caught her daughter, Nessa burst out into laughter, her little blue limbs flailing with such delights. “Again!” she cried, her chubby little baby hands clapping delightedly.