"Let's make some magic."  Circus performer by day, Supernatural hunter by night, Lunaira wasn't a goddess or queen, but she was a spellcaster.  With the powers she was born with she does all she can to make the world a better place for those she comes across.  It's a shame that her fellow SAA members don't consider her a good omen.

From the moment she was born, she was known as a being of misfortune that shouldn't exist, let alone live to her adult years.  But that was fine with her.  She lived for causing chaos, especially when it came to the people she considered family.  With that sense of obligation and power however came with responsibilities that lay heavy on her shoulders.  Everyone has their limits and Lunaira is on the brink of hers.

Shed Some Light

“Hey, look on the bright side Kail-could’ve been Nelson or one of his father’s lackeys.” 


“I hate how that’s a bright side.” He sighed, sounding absolutely drained as he took the letter. Poor thing. She really didn't make things easy for him. Still, she couldn't feel guilty since he's had to deal with her antics for all these years. 


"Craawww!" The delivery bird hopped back a tad, creating distance. However, it didn’t leave. The creature stayed there, waiting. Lunaira lay there, shifting positions to where she was now eyeing their newest guest. 


The albino had tried to gain a grasp of the creature’s emotions, yet, much to her surprise, she couldn’t. There was…nothing she could sense from it. Despite following her movements with it's wary eyes while ruffling its feathers in protest to their staring match, there was no life in it. No spell seed glowing in its rib cage in spite of a magic outline surrounding its figure. 


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