#culebraqueen

     while she understood this wasn’t something that kisa might be interested in, it was important to manola to do something completely the opposite of what the demi-goddess was used to. to do something for kisa that would be entirely left field for the goddess and something she wouldn’t expect from a person like manola.

the woman remembers, seldomly, her christmases with her father. he was a tough man but he had raised her catholic and holidays were important to him. she hadn’t celebrated this tradition in years... but she wanted to do something happy. to say the least.

manola has been up for hours decorating this damn tree. it’s complete with lights and tinsel and ornaments, even a star at the top to top it off. and gifts for the woman she loves. she hasn’t let kisa into this part of their home since daybreak and finally she’s just finished by the time she goes to find the culebra.

     “ hey, i want to show you something. ”

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             ➙ future muse - hel, norse goddess of death (gaia weiss)

the one where becca responds to birthday messages three days late, but i promise i read them on time!

“that would be the only positive attribute of him given how disgustingly arrogant he can be from time to time.”

   this was the part of it all that was consistent in making her feel weak. worthless. and ashamed. once her people had been so strong and stood besides each other to band against a common enemy. and now they sat and knelt and cowered at the feet of those that think themselves to be above them.

   she can feel the rumbling inside her chest, it shivers through her core and shakes her flesh. she knows biting her tongue would be best, but the fire that was stoked in her now wouldn’t die down as she watched them destroy her father’s business without hesitation.

   before she could think she ripped at the first offender in an instant. eyes glow yellow, human teeth welcome lupine and nails grow out like claws. the tips of them shreds through the first culebra with a bloodthirst so fierce she forgets caution and rips into him before she is snatched off and thrown into a wall.

   manuela’s lips part to emit a groan, eyes opening and watching as they begin to crowd around her. of course, cowardly to let her take them on one by one. she shouldn’t be surprised, she spits at their feet. “ you will never be like your fallen lords. ”

linking you to that cat was the best decision i’ve ever made