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𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐗𝐍 . an independent dual oc rp blog featuring the twins airin and xavier. two retired mercenaries who've settled in nyc to work for the infamous supernatural bar– the gear shift. featuring aus: borderlands, legend of zelda, resident evil, tadc, and more!

edited in after effects by luri | blonde dynamite by caravan palace transcription under the cut

──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•──   Due to a weakened state in the previous yelling, when lungs open up to take in more air, burning wheezes && coughs come through rather than words. Aluin wants to CURSE ARIN, but he knows no one was to blame for his current weakened state but himself. He has exuded too much energy && now has to wait for his body to die ──ཀཀ such an undertaking isn't so bad ──ཀཀ happens every once in a while when he forgets to feed too often ──ཀཀ but what they're both forgetting is that he is a VAMPIRE ──ཀཀ non-threatening but... ──ཀཀ A V A M P I R E.

An apex predator whose nature is to FEED && DRAIN THE LIVING. A monster whose nature is it to kill && PRISONER to that nature he is regardless of how much he FIGHTS IT. After all, his body would rather FEED && KILL than allow that slow heart to stop once more. HUNGER ──ཀཀ HUNGER THAT CAN'T BE IGNORED crawls up his throat && consumes his nerves with overwhelming dryness which burns worse than having salt or alcohol rubbed in his open wounds.

                                       ❝ Fuck off... ❞ Barely a rasp while RIPPING INTO his own hand with fangs to try && control his own body ; the words HARSH, but a warning to RUN. Despite everything, despite fighting the CALLING ──ཀཀ HE'S A MAN EATER ──ཀཀ A BLOOD SUCKER ──ཀཀ && the natural form of the shadow takes form ──ཀཀ no longer exerting energy to keep his density solid ──ཀཀ he basically floats with the darkness surrounding him, with lower half more like a mist.

                                       ❝ Arin𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𐀔 ❞ Voice like an echo, a lisp from fangs protruding ; miss like a body aiming for the living's neck like a feral animal no longer in control. The only sense left was hunger ──ཀཀ Arin's loud beating heart ──ཀཀ the only relief ──ཀཀ the hot fluid in his veins ──ཀཀ the only relief . ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, and the human eyes shift into feline slits when the air of the basement fully shifts. Fuck man—this guy really doesn’t know his own limits. And while every inch of instinct that is attempting to grasp at his legs is telling him to run… he simply isn’t that kind of guy.

No one else is down here, and running would mean an easier target would get caught in the crosshairs. And while he secretly vowed he’d never give Aluin his blood—at least his would be able to satisfy whatever this is faster than some human’s. It’s more potent—dancing on the edge of mortality and godhood. Its strength is enough to fully feed a normal vampire for several days before they crash, so if he does this, then he’d have to make sure the guy eats someone else right after.

So, he dodges the little fledgling’s attempt to nip him. But without much thought on his part, Airin steels his wrist and practically jams it against the vampire’s fangs, and holds Aluin’s head down with his free hand. He bites his lower lip to refrain from wincing. The only thing is, he doesn’t know this kid’s appetite or whatever other surprises he has. Hopefully, with both hands on him, he can rip him off in time.

He was correct of course, just because a Rathalos and Rathian would be willing to accept a young hatchling back into their brood...didn’t mean Arkveld would be willing to do the same.

“Ironic isn’t it...I’m a mother and yet I work a very dangerous occupation.” was muttered under her breath while she watched Yuu circling around Nata. The young girl was curious to what the elder boy was working on. A glint of inspiration flashes across Kaiden's eyes, struck with an idea that might solve the current holes in her plan.

Aki caught it and almost sighed “I don’t like that look.” she mewed, arms crossed. Kaiden chuckled, “It might not work perfectly but I think I have a way to keep myself and the whelp safe.” the hunter almost wanted to smack herself for not thinking of it earlier.

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. Airin scoffs even before the hunter can let a word slip from her tongue. And as she speaks on her updated plan, that sharp—very judgemental—gaze of his fails to falter.

Sure, it’s a slightly better idea. There are still plenty of holes within it that emphasize her point that it does not work perfectly. Which still meant, to him, that it was still too dangerous to enact. And yet, he’s been around this camp long enough to know hunters are too headstrong for their own good—even the seasoned ones.

" …And who would save your ass once the mother chases you? " He analyzed all the possible exits when he and Nata were there, and there are only two, and one of them would get Kaiden stuck. " How do you expect to carry it out of the cave with less care? That thing wriggles more than a hungry canyne pup, and its mother will have a faster lunge. "

❝ Ymg' ah kadishtu ya? ❞

Clearly not, in the way it (he?) merely growled at them rather than responding, if it was even capable of speech at all in the form it was in. Lovecraft carefully stepped around the creature, picking up the clothings in its hands && shaking out what they could of the sand. They pulled it over their thin frame && settled in the sand.

【 ＤＯ ＹＯＵ ＳＰＥＡＫ ＥＮＯＣＨＩＡＮ？ ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＥＬＳＥ？】

The common tongue of what humans would refer to as angels or demons, other beings that did not fit within the mortal plane. Lovecraft could not quite piece together what the being before them was && their curiosity only grew seeing it close up. They sat still, merely watching, not wanting to startle the other.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝. He chitters in disapproval, then darts to hide behind the altar. Maybe this should have been his first place to attempt concealing himself—it’s not like this fellow creature knows where he is, though. Still, that false sense of comfort prevents him from thinking of the worst. Which is potentially falling into the unforgiving sea.

He pokes his head out once they take a seat in the sand. All these different tongues are beginning to make his ears hurt from simply trying to decipher it. Airin prides himself on knowing plenty of human languages, but these aren’t within his lexicon yet. Until English is spoken. Well, at least they can find common ground in that.

" Something old, something new… " Airin replies with his familiar riddle. It’s faster to explain, somehow, in his sharp eyes. And yet, he doesn’t move out from behind the altar. He doesn’t know what this being was, and even though they’ve done nothing to prove they want to drag him into the sea… Airin doesn’t trust like that. He’s seen a kelpie or two, and they’re just as calm before disaster!

" ….And what are you? "

@airxn asked:

" You're gripping me… a little too tightly, dove. " - Xavier to Lisette :]

tighter. tighter. her clawed hands dug into his chest as burning, breathing clawed from the back of her throat. hunger. this gnawing hunger. it didn't want to go away. it wanted to curl itself into her being, wanted to rip and tear into her very system. it hurt.

it hurt.

IT HURT.

her stomach felt like it was eating itself as mycelium eased over her skin lie roping veins. she knew he couldn't see her. they've been over this. though her grip on him wasn't letting up. she couldn't. she needed something to consume. to devour. she could feel the heavy slick of sweat forming on her skin, feel how her core inside her chest BURNED. she hated this. hated how she was always so starved. always so needy when it comes to things like this.

" I can't. " she croaked out, her voice rumbling into a weird form of growl as she clenched her sharp maw together. " I'm so --- "

she wanted him to help her. how she didn't know. she didn't know. if he could see her he would notice how she was tearing at the seems. how the sweat was discolored. how her lips were so pale. how her eyes were sunken.

leaning up, her lips parted as glowing spores slipped from her throat. the glowing hue in her chest burning.

" so parched. "

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, and yet as her weak nails dug into him, his façade melted away like scored earth. But no part of him touches her; his hands are tucked in his pockets, his thumbs hanging out with an air of nonchalance. Because he truly doesn’t care that she yearns for something her master denies her.

He could easily offer sustenance. It’d just be siphoning out one of the thousands of souls he’s harvested… Though there’d be no fun in that. Lisette being this vulnerable meant more entertainment and more analysis of what she is. So the relief she seeks has fallen into the wrong hands.

Xavier clicks his tongue. " I don’t believe your master… would allow you to indulge. " He suddenly leans down at an angle—eye wide, his crooked smile dastardly. " Should we go ask him, child? Let you face penance? "

ཐི ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ) ཋྀ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋   ⊱༒︎            ❝  So that's why she's used to dealing with ANIMALS like you ! ˎˊ˗  ❞ Flushed cheeks && harsh words are the only way he knows how to shield himself from feelings of awkwardness ( or any feelings he can perceive as weakness due to his family power struggle ). Still, the gears in his head started turning when he heard the word BOSS ──ཀཀ FUCK HIS ANCESTRY ──ཀཀ HE WILL FIGHT.

It's time to turn on that "vampire charm" && basically skip over to the kinder woman loving on the chickens in his gothic heels. Countenance softens to something SWEETER && he lightly pokes her side ; voice slightly higher in pitch.

❝  Arin said you were going to eat my babies. PLEASE, don't do that... I am highly against murder ──ཀཀ you can eat other chickens but not these ones. ❞

𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤—how observant. Oh well, Aluin can tackle this one on his own. Airin decides to saunter off to one of the standing tables and props his cheek onto the heel of his palm to watch the show.

Mama Bull didn’t see the little vampire approaching. She was too busy picking up the chickens and giving them not only kisses but also little pat-downs. When she’s prodded, she stands up with pressed, pink lips.

" Oh! These little ones are yours? " It IS a shame she can’t eat some of them. The stout woman looks around, wiggling her fingers a little bit as she looks around the hen-house that is her bar. " What if… I buy three off of you? " She then holds her hands politely, looking expectantly at Aluin. " For no particular reason. "

Bewilderment immediately takes over as the little creature was able to casually toss out regular speech despite being some form of... canine? cat? Something.

He tries to give a response himself, but the entirely expected drone of guttural noises that follows somehow manages to convey very little in the form of intelligent information. He follows it with a huff. Of course. That still wasn't an option why'd he think it would be?

His large head would turn back down towards the the Felicid, the body following slightly. It takes him longer than he would have wanted to realize he still had fully functioning limbs and that there were quite a few methods of communication that relied on those.

He'd follow up the confusing pause with a rather curt shake of the head. At least he was pretty sure on that response. A more certain one could would be given after taking more time to confirm the lack of a recognizable scent. There was certainly... something familiar about the little guy. His senses were lulling him into a place of trust, hitting all the same feelings some form of nostalgia might give, but try as he might to place it he couldn't put a paw on who this might be.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠—Fenrir or not—reminds him of a week-old pup still trying to find its legs. Which is odd since not even a moment ago he killed the behemoth mother. Iras, instinct is one hell of a bitch.

At least such ire isn’t directed towards him. Even if the massive pup can’t speak in tongues, his body instinctively tells Airin most of what he needs to know, and that is he’s curious. A calm kind of curiosity that the tiny felicid is able to appreciate because it’ll make searching for answers… possibly easier.

The felicid arches back, eyes narrowing from the warm, damp rush of wind coming from the canine’s sniffing. Shaking his head, he spats a little before tacking a courageous leap and lands on the canine’s nose. " We’re going to have to figure out what happened to you… " Airin shakes down his pelt—eugh, giant puppy snot. " If you were a humanoid child before, that means there are others like you, and they should know… "

He’s practically thinking out loud at this point, but his new companion might as well feel included. " What’dya say? You wanna’ go find some humanoids? "