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"Your control over rock and earth will be enough." Castiel's gaze cut about their surroundings, assessing how defensible the area could be. "Demons are corrupted souls wearing the living. It is not what they are that concerns me, but their numbers. There is a misguided faction at work. Its goal, for reasons I can't fathom, is to destroy you."
The Seraph turned to look at her at last. That creature, that massive, ancient thing in so small a package, had known threat and conflict for much of its eight billion years of existence. Castiel was the Shield of Heaven, a purpose he was carved from stardust to fulfill. He was fulfilling that purpose now, but he too shared that tendency to lack warmth above all else, even as he pulled a spare angel blade from his coat, and handed the hilt to his charge.
"Just in case. I'm not asking you to stay. Go. Barricade your lair, I will deal with this." Castiel expected neither resistance, nor gratitude. His head cocked as his ears picked up the demonic forces rocketing their way, faster than he had expected. How many millions of battles has the Seraph endured? What was one more. The safety of Mother Nature and the ground beneath their feet was worth it.
"I will find you when it's done."
NOTHING BUT THE goddess' eyes move as they flit down to the offered blade, and for tense seconds, it seems as though she is simply going to ignore it and leave. the idea of hand-to-hand combat makes her entire being hold its breath, but she is no stranger to putting aside her discomfort for something practical. she takes it, but her lip curls in a distant snarl as her spirit rests flush against the arcane metal -- she feels like a direct and opposite magnet.
a more disinterested side of her thinks she can squirrel this away as an object of later experimentation.
"very well. finished or unfinished, i will know."
mother nature has never declined castiel's offer of protection, but that hardly means she has never weighed the risks each time he offers it. but the likelihood of his betrayal goes down with each successful offer with no strings attached, and so with this acceptance, her body dissipates in a crumbling of dust.
but the concrete beneath castiel's feet would crack with a sickening, primordial sound that is as though a great titan were breaking its bones. her voice, ethereal and disembodied, minces no words.
and if you fail, i will finish it.
@blessifys asked:❝i’ll be sure to keep your tender sensibilities in mind next time.❞( from midna. )
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THE ENTITY SLIDES her golden gaze askance at midna, a distant and primordial anger searing her blood at such frivolous disrespect. but as she adjusts the elegant shawl covering her shoulders, she remembers her disguise. she has no right to demand respect of princess midna herself, lowly and humble sorcerer that she is! thus she keeps her great power at bay, focusing instead on her sauntering observation of the twilight realm and its ruler.
"how very kind of you," she replies with an incline of her chin. the gesture implies deference, but her tone possesses an affect that is perhaps a touch...flat. "are we not all so fortunate to be blessed by your mercy, your highness."
I wanted to draw Pitch getting re-possessed. I wanted to try and show possession of the shadows in the eyes with like a smokey takeover in the whites of his eyes.
Overall good practice piece, I’m happy with it
i'm okay with:
@fallenangelwings said: ❛ put on your protection spell, as thickly as you can. ❜ - the sad sack of feathers, fallenangelwings
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THE SHARP TWIST in her gut is not a sensation the earth goddess has felt in eons, and she is greatly displeased by it. proud and powerful creature that she is, to feel threatened feels like a lack of control, and that simply will not do. but she keeps her features placid, open even, as her mind races through potential plans and their following potential outcomes -- mother nature does not listen to many. in fact, castiel is not frequently one of them.
but she is not a stupid woman. if an angel says protection is required, she will at least give pause.
"there is only so much i can do." her voice carries its usual gravitas, betraying nothing of the discomfort that continues to claw at her skin. she gives serious weight to the thought of retreating, this angel be damned. "defensive magic is not a focus of mine. but i am ready to act quickly."
❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞
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TESS' VOICE HANGS in a long period of silence, where mother nature's gaze seems to be fixated on the valley spread before them, her chin resting elegantly on her palm. golden eyes, usually so fearsomely bright with some spark of inspiration or with a flash of anger, are dulled with a strange distance. but this expression alone is not enough ascertain any emotion. is it nostalgia? worry? nature's queen is simply too inscrutable for a clear answer.
light rain, however, begins to descend with drops suspiciously close to the size of tears, and mother nature straightens from her languor as though she were awakening from a small nap. it should be noted that not an ounce of dignity is lost. tess is witness to a rare, strange phenomenon of literal nature indeed, for what a mood she must be in to not snap back with some vitriolic denial of her otherwise highly guarded emotions.
"i appreciate the sentiment," she sighs, silver tones ambiguous as ever. "but i assure you, for one such as myself, friends are more trouble than they are worth." she does not dispel the rain, but she purposely reignites the clever spark in her gaze as she continues, "be careful with your kindness, young one. not all are deserving."
man. what if i just made my zelda verse real simple and just made it so that din, farore, and nayru were just aspects of mother nature. like a 3-faced goddess situation.
𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐊 / feel free to change pronouns as you see fit !
i am thinking about modern verses for miss nature that aren't my old scientist verse ... and like. what if she was an extremely famous, extremely rich, but ultimately reclusive artist? who does like. exorbitantly expensive flower arrangements for weddings and events?? we're talking billionaire money, too. is she buying politicians? is she donating money to charity? neither? both? wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?
