Malory wasn’t a kid who believed in magic—the tooth fairy, Santa Clause—that was all a bunch of nonsense to her. Those things just weren’t real to her, despite how hard her mother tried to get her to believe in Santa Clause so she wouldn’t spoil Christmas for her younger brothers. When Malory was fifteen, her parents divorced, and her mother took full custody of Malory and her younger twin brothers, Simon and Jarred. No longer being able to afford their home with her income, Malory’s mom packed up the kids and moved them from New York to Maryland, where Malory’s great, great uncle had left a house to her mother. Speaking of said uncle, Arthur Spiderwick had disappeared one afternoon nearly eighty years ago, and left the house to his closest living relative. That was his daughter, Lucinda, who had been a little girl when he disappeared, but she had been put into a nursing home after spouting a bunch of nonsense about her father being taken away by fairies and goblins living in the woods around her house, leaving the house to Malory’s mother.
The first week in that house changed Malory’s life forever.
Her brother, Jarred, discovered a book in a secret room in the attic, written by Arthur. It was filled with drawings, descriptions, teeth, claws, skin, and wings of imaginary creatures, like goblins and sprites, phenoxies and gryphons, dwarves and elves. Now, according to the book, humans can’t naturally see these creatures, they needed to look through a rock with a natural hole in it, or had to hold a four-leaf clover for a temporary glimpse into the other world. Or, they could soak their eyes in fairy bathwater or hobgoblin spit, giving them what’s called the Sight…forever. Jarred believed every word, and tried convincing his family, but, of course, no one believed him, especially Malory. And she didn’t believe him until she saw Jarred’s twin, Simon, be dragged into the woods by nothing. Turns out, it was a goblin pack, who lived within the woods around the house (also turns out Aunt Lucinda was right), thought that Simon was the twin who had the book. That book, Arthur Spiderwick’s Field Guide to the Fantastic World Around You, has more information about some of the creatures than those creatures even knew about themselves. That book…That book almost got Malory and her brothers killed while trying to keep it out of the hands of the goblins and their ogre master, Mulgarath. Mulgarath planned on using the information from the field guide to destroy and rule over all other fairies by exploiting their weaknesses Arthur had discovered.
Thankfully, with Malory now convinced, Jarred and her were able to save Simon. The three of them were given the Sight perinatally by a hobgoblin—he very kindly spit in their faces after eating a roasted cat, their roasted cat—making it easier for them to fight the battle they had gotten themselves into. Trolls and goblins sent by Mulgarath terrorized the Grace siblings, their house, their mother. The conclusion of the battle columnated at the Grace family’s new house, ending with their house completely ransacked, filled with dead goblins, and Mulgarath, thankfully, dead, eaten by previously mentioned hobgoblin.
Mulgarath was dead, and as far as they knew, the information about Arthur’s book wasn’t spread farther than all the beings that were now currently turning into mush on their kitchen floor. The book was safe, and they were safe. Mostly. Now that they knew about this world, they were a part of it, especially Malory. With her experience in fencing and sword fighting, she became the main hunter and protector of the family. Jarred, when he became an adult, learned how to use a variety of guns, letting him help Malory hunt. Simon, on the other hand, became the researcher of the Grace kids, adding onto their great, great uncle Arthur’s research. Though this time, they kept it a lot more secretive—they didn’t want another battle with an ogre.
Now, ten years later, Malory is the only one who still lives in the house where all of this started. Jarred moved to California to keep an eye on the giant and dragon population there. Simon and her mother moved back to upstate New York. She lives alone in the house...well, aside from Thimbletack, the common house brownie. How she pays the bills? Malory down-low advertises herself as a woman who can take care of…odd problems. Getting lost for no reason in your own back yard? Your kid’s pets keep going missing? You’re flowers start uprooting themselves and flying around your yard? Call Malory Grace, and get your checkbook out. You wouldn’t believe how much someone will pay to get a troll off their property.
Malory doesn't have many, if any, friends. After high schol, where she wasn't really close to anyone in the first place, anyone she could have considered a friend skipped town to go to college or have a career or live their life outside of Maryland. In the following years, Malory spent more and more time by herself. She hunted alone, ate dinner alone, watched movies alone. She knew people in town, of course, but still kept to herself. She was the niece of the weird guy who thought fairies were real and she walked around with a sword. Instead of talked to, she was talked about. Stares and whispers from the locals who knew the backgroud of the area. Hell, Malory's great aunt had been locked up a care facility since Aurthur had disappeared decades ago, and as soon as her aunt was released, she disappeared as well. People were waiting for Malory to disappear next, or for her to get arrested and thrown in jail for carrying around a sword--which, by the way, was perfectly legal, if unnerving to some people.
Now, outside of town...(TBC)
Basic Information
Age: 28
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Hight: 5 foot 6 inches
Sexuality: Bisexual, with a preference toward men
Relationship Status: Single (Will vary between RPs)
Location: Wherever the job takes her...but she lives in Maryland
Pet(s): Byron, Arthur's gryphon
Interests: Reading, going to the gym, sparing, running, hunting, ballet, drawing, and drinking
Disinterests: Being given pet names, like 'baby' or 'dollface', hot summer days, being wrong, her nightmares, and cops
What Mal Can't Live Without: Beer, her sword, her medication
(Malory's face-claim: Sarah Bolger)
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Blinking, Olla softly smiled and began brushing through Malory's hair. "No need to thank me, my lady." She replied in a small voice, "By the grace of the Gods, and the prince's support, I am certain you will come back from this stronger than before." As she picked up scissors from one of the drawers, she allowed herself to say one more thing. "You... you are a rare bird, fighting against its cage, which is why I dare say that I might miss you."
Snip. The first strand of luscious brown hair fell to the floor with a soft thump from its weight. Olla then let go of the strand she just cut, and the new length was hit just past Malory's shoulders. "Shorter, my lady? 'Tis almost half the length as princess Gwen's." Then, as an after-comment, she added with a slight smile, trying to make a joke."But almost as short as the prince's current length. You could begin a new fashion of same length couple hair. The colour is almost the same, too."
What they didn't know, however, was that Virian's hair was being cut at the same moment as Malory's, only he was... asleep? The prince was actually just a room over, sitting by his own vanity, with his eyes closed as he hugged one of his pillows and another servant cut his hair. Unfortunately, since he was literally out of it, Virian couldn't stop his servant from cutting his hair a bit too short, and he ended up waking up half-way through only to give out a shriek of shock, therefore shocking Olla so much that she cut Malory's hair too short.
With her mouth hung open, Olla took a step backwards and heard the lock fall. It was crooked and she had cut up to Malory's ear, barely able to miss the actual ear itself. The scissors had cut into it ever so slightly, but although it wasn't enough to draw out any blood it still mortified Olla.
"I--I--I'm--" Her voice failed her, and Olla immediately tore a small piece of fabric from her sleeve to cover the ear with, not knowing no blood was there. Meanwhile, Virian sat in his seat staring in the mirror with immense embarrassment. No elf society in the world would ever condone such a short cut on a man. "The growing serum! Quickly, man! No, not through the--!"
And just like that, the middle doors opened, revealing both scenes to one another.
Virian just woken up from his nap with a ridiculously short haircut hugging a magenta pillow, and Malory with a crooked short haircut and a servant covering her ear for, apparently, no reason.
Blinking, the prince suddenly covered his hair with the pillow and struggled to hide a smile. "Guess we both went a bit too short."
"A triusm,doll face. I don't have any fucking reasons to lie to anybody.
Disturbing knowledge of underhanded activities... But!! That doesn't
fucking mean I gotta lie. Love me or hate me. I'll be honest whether you like it or not.
SO!
That shit out of the fucking way.... Thirsty?"
"Jesus,Mal. You done sucking the joy out of my jolly fucking dick?
It's a cool surprise,calm your titties. Jesus fuck. It's like you don't
fucking trust me,or some shit."
Christian didn’t like to dwell on a problem (the best he could ever get out of that was another problem) but today seemed to be giving him time: the heavy man-looking creature was in no rush and didn’t look like it was capable of one if it wanted to be. And everywhere were people. The longer he stared at the “man” in front of him the more uneasy he felt. It had taken many years for Christian to realize the world didn’t see itself the way he did. That truly twisted souls and pure demons and real humans appeared just about the same to everyone but him. But this…thing, looked just like a real human. It felt like anything and everything but that, but it looked just like a man. Like it had taken someone’s skin. The more he thought about it the less he wanted to wait.
He slipped his free hand into his jacket pocket as he took another sip of his coffee. The strangeness of it all didn’t matter, the thing had a need to die, and when it was dead, what it was wouldn’t matter -- unless there were more of them. But that wasn’t his business. Society had police, judges and juries to hash out the plots of evil minds. Christian’s concern was that things like this did not walk the Earth any longer than they had to. . . Inside of his jacket was a heavy hunting knife, big enough for skinning an animal. His fingers slipped around the handle of the blade and he sipped his coffee again, picking up his pace a little.
There were less than a dozen people who could see him directly if he called attention, and less than half of that paying any. A glance behind him said maybe four more and only one who stood out. Christian registered her more than the others but decided it was because she was the girl who had almost bumped into him when he first began his hunt. Not because like Christian she had changed directions, or because like the law, there was a vague sense of purpose about her and something hanging from her hip. He decided this mostly because the creature had stopped, standing sort of awkwardly on the walkway, and Christian hadn't. It didn’t matter that it’s head remained straight, not looking at the sky or the flowers, or that its arms stayed at its sides, not fiddling with anything or searching in it’s pockets -- whatever it was doing it was looking to die that way. Christian tossed his cup of coffee to the side as he got near, readied his hand, readied his nerve.
The ogre turned, bearing a frightening smile and threw its arms out to take Christian in an embrace.
“Hey, bud!” The ogre grabbed him harshly, pinning the hunters elbows to his sides, and squeezed like they were long lost family. If Christian had been unsure there was no doubt now the thing was no human, it hugged like a bear. Then it drew it’s head back and slammed it forward into Christian’s face, letting the man go to stumble and fall backward on his ass. White flared in his vision and his ears sang like a chime, loud enough that he didn’t hear the ogre laugh, or begin it’s light sprint away.
As Christian struggled to find his footing again, and the disorientation slowly cleared, the pain began to kick in. Limestone. Christian had at least learned there skulls were made of limestone.
This is so Zura right here.
“I don’t want to win. I just want to make the world a better place. “
https://youtu.be/rny3UdYPDn0
One of Zura’s fav scenes in Kick ass two. Besides the pet where Hit girl makes those mean girls in the cafeteria, shit and puke on themselves. Lol
https://youtu.be/VpsZi3d4UCk
(It's actually very similar in my world. The humans can only see the mist fairies as mist, while Jorah, who's in part fae, can see them for what they truly look like which is something similar to this: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Cipm8IPWYAAsrTn.jpg but much smaller and less human. One mist fairy fits in the palm of your hand. Jorah himself is usually also invisible to mortal eyes, but only when he uses his fairy form. Which is inspired by the Spiderwick movie.
Anyway. Do we feel ready to start, or is there anything else you wish to plan first? If ready you are, do you wish to start, or shall I?)
Zura would lead Malory to the table and she took a seat, pulling Malory into her lap as she slowly begins sucking on her neck before she stopped to grab a piece of turkey and bring it to Malory’s lips, to feed her.
“Hmmm meet the family eh? You sure about that? That is a pretty big step you know. Soooo should I pretend I’m human or something else? I can hold off on the demonic stuff and do some hocus pocuss and let them think I’m a witch. If that works better?”
Zura would then do a cute Lady in the tramp moment. Where she grabbed a long piece of turkey and put one end in her mouth and lifted the other piece to Malory. Zura was totally acting adoring right now, her eyes shining as she smiled with the silly nose twitch she sometimes did as she giggled.
Whenever Malory decided to bite on her part of the turkey. Zura slowly would eat ears along with her lover until their lips connected in a passionate kiss as Zura’s hands began to ran up and down Malory’s body. She then slide her fingers down Malory’s pants to reach her special place.
“Now this is the kind of thanksgiving gravy that I want. Hehehe. Look at me making a good sex pun thing. Oh yes. I think V day is a perfect day to put a baby in you. If that is what you want. We still haven’t discussed when you wanted to begin actually trying or when you want it to happen. You gotta let me know when you stop with the birth control as I’m pretty sure I’m resdy to go on my end. Just I think we need to do a quick test run if you know what I mean.”
(The Näcken usually plays music, which lures people to him - in mythology. In my story he plays to calm down the mist fairies (also swedish folklore stuff), so perhaps Malory, in her research, stumbles upon that scene? Or maybe she's studying the mist on the lake and finds Jorah swimming around instead? Just throwing ideas.)
"You'll see."
-Forever cryptic,Alpha male is.-
"It'll spoil the fun if I give away all the details now."
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