ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀᴮᴸᴬᴰᴱ ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒ. ⁾

“ WITLESS WORM,  PLACE YOUR HANDS WHERE THEY DO NOT BELONG AND I WILL TREAT YOU LIKE THE VERMIN YOU ARE. TO BE CRUSHED UNDER MY HEEL. ”    reverberated a low, echoing voice in a growl that would appear from the depths of ven’s very mind.  the prince of rage would not be made a fool,  countless times over —-  hircine’s beloved son or not.  the huntsman, too, would learn for his mistakes.

the corpse of the daedroth the young wolf had only just slain moments ago righted itself,  bones audibly snapping back into place as the body raised itself from the ground.  no longer did it appear to be a normal daedroth, however;  its eyes glowed with malice in a color one could only see in COLDHARBOUR, and  black ichor poured from its mouth and once-broken jaw, between dagger-like teeth that now snapped in ven’s direction.  it was not the voice of a simple daedra that left its maw, but rather the voice of a prince.

talons outstretched,  curled and ready,  it lunged.

         fuck.           tiredness    ,    exhaustion ——— had already settled underneath his eyes.           blood still dripping from his blades as he    ripped    his arrows from corpses to use again.           twirling them between digits.           ears quickly pinning back to listen to the voice.           first assuming it was his own damned nightmare.           slipping into a pool of madness as he floated from the pain.           he   was   dying.           toxins spreading throughout his veins like wildfire through trees.           but his immortal soul fought against it even though his body wanted to crumble.           sable gaze now cutting to look over his shoulder.           the voice of his uncle ringing his ears and sending chills of   disgust   down his spine.

His listener had sent him to his sanctuary on some kind of errand, and he expected to be in and out of there, so he wasn’t exactly thrilled when this Sanctuary’s Listener had told him they had assigned him on a contract with the permission of his superior, and worse he couldn’t work on it alone, but of course he obeys.

They set out at nightfall to the location where their target was suppose to be but he could sense his partner was just as irritated as he was. The vampire finally speaks, ❝ Okay, I’m not exactly happy with the arrangement either but we need to work together if we want to get this done right. ❞

           what   a   fucking   joke.           he was so certain the gods were laughing at him.           𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳.           he was almost certain his   bloodline   was.           the daedric in him burning out of    irritation    ,    aggression.           he had worked with many    ———    but  with  a  leech  was  a  first.            nose scrunching at the smell of     rot .            tongue pressing against sharpened canines before giving a click.            [   listen   like   a   good   dog.   ]             the comment made from a brother pierced knifed ear.             twitching at the comment.             but he kept his    silence    ,     the title of silencer he wore well in his own sanctuary.             priest    ,    warriors    ,    kings   &   queens.             the blood drenched his hands    ,    &    the gold rattled in his pockets.             he needed something to do after the war.             ——— spilling blood was all he knew.

it  was  actually  shocking  to  hear  him  say  that  ,  so  sure  of  himself  ,  when  she  remembered  being  him  who  had  tried  to  sneak  away  ,  avoiding  her.     and  she  was  ready  ,  oh  so  ready  !  to  give  him  the  fight  of  the  century  …  but  all  that  shock  ,  and  fury  burning  in  her  eyes  ,  turn  into  confusion  ,  then  horror  ,  and  finally  GUILT.     she  had  been  shaking  her  head  ,  absently  mumbling  something  along  the  lines  of    ‘  what  are  you  saying  ’    and    ‘  how  ’    ,  yet  he  kept  going  and  isabelle  couldn’t  even  begin  to  put  her  thoughts  in  order.          the  only  thing  she  was  certain  of  was  that  being  angry  at  him  wasn’t  easy  ,  in  fact  ,  it  was  the  most  exhausting.          she  never  hated  him  ,  but  how  could  she  say  that  after  everything  he  had  just  unloaded  onto her  ?     it  wasn’t  fair  to  him  ,  after  all he  went  through  …

“     stop.     just  …  don’t  go  ,     ”     it  wasn’t  an  explanation  what  she  was  after  ,  or  even  him  granting  her  with  more  details  ,  she  simply  didn’t  want  him  gone  . .   again.     “     i  ,  uh–   my  behaviour  was  childish  and  i  know  that.     i’m  sorry.     you  must  forgive  my  brother  as  well  ,  we  didn’t  know  …  i  didn’t  know.     i  should’ve  known.     ”

          there   was   a   pause     in his step.           hands sinking down into pockets as he    cursed    under his breath.           𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆.           it wasn't something he even wanted to remember.            [   so  much  blood . . .   ]           fingers curling into a fist as his jaw tightened.            [   so  much  screaming . . .  ]           every burn mark on his side coming to surface.           every one a brother or sister he had to kill.           𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙰   𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁    !           there was a sharp intake of breath    ,    chest rising before he slowly exhaled through nostrils.           chest falling as he gave a soft swallow of    hurt.           pained at the memories that wound up in his head.            tangling mess that made his body ache    ,    his stomach turn.           lips twisting to purse as he slowly turned to look at her.            ———     a breath of fresh air.            laying under a midnight sun.            surrounded by red lilies     &    letting his inner beast rest.           she was that feeling     ,     she was     peace     even though her blood pumped for    war    ,    much like his own.

         comforting    ———     was not exactly his specialty.            [   in fact it was quite the opposite.   ]           the    lightwoods           were a family he had done his damnest to avoid in the past.            most of the angelic blood he tried to avoid.            but the four siblings seem to capture a very    small    part of the wolves heart.            tongue pressing to his teeth as sable gaze rested on the other.            𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴  𝚃𝙾  𝚂𝙰𝚈 ?           [   or do for that matter ?   ]           hand at an extent before resting palm firmly on shoulder.           giving it a rough    ,    but yet warming squeeze.            ❛    tye must n- aut ana hir mardi en-   ❜           his hand moved    ,    now his body slouching as he looked over the city.            𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚆𝙰𝚈.           ❛      in my language that means    ,    you must become lost    . . .    to find home again.            this feeling    ,    won't last      nur.           it will come and go . . . like one of Jace`s girls.           ——— you need to   let  yourself  feel    ,    don't bottle it all up or push it down because you are the eldest.   ❜

—— “FIRST  TIME  AT  the  bannered  mare?” 

        steps  stumbled  as  he  followed  behind,  keeping  venari  in  his  sights  as  if  he  were  himself  a  lost  kitten———  practically  feeling  like  one,  so  far  from  what  he  was  used  to,  stepping  foot  onto  a  new  land  where  he  would  know  but  one  person;  no  old,  terrible  friends,  no  enemies.  beyond  this  strange  anxiety,  he  felt  WOBBLY in  body  &  mind;  not  adjusted  to  sea  travel,  the  rocking  of  waves  having  clashed  terribly  with  the  already  hazy  state  of  a  skooma-sick  brain.  to  say  the  least;  victor  wasn’t  feeling  the  greatest.  it  felt  like  they  were  still  moving  despite  the  solid  docks  beneath  his  feet,  &  it  was  unsettling———hand  reached  out  instinctively  to  hold  onto  ven’s  shoulder,  searching  for  some  form  of  stability.    ❛ have  i  mentioned  i’ve  never  been  on  a  boat  before ? ❜    leaning  further,  he  seemed  to  use  venari’s  shoulder  as  an  arm  rest.    ❛ feels  like  we’re  still  movin’,  in  the  legs.  do  you  feel  that ? ❜

        rage   had   died   down     it was simply   THE   BLOODLUST   that was driving him now.           jaws of a beast launching out through metal door as it wrapped around the throat of another.          𝙳𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴    ,    𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺.          that was easier said than done.          humanity    hanging by a single thread when he was in this form.           ———    BUT IT STILL WORE THROUGH.         all four paws pressed against collapsed corpse as he ripped fangs from muscle & tissue.           tongue hanging lapping at his muzzle to try to get the last of the     drip.          he was on the silver`s command.         following a scent that they had been tracking for    months .          rest seemed so close now    ———    but he knew better.           THERE WAS NEVER REST FOR THE WICKED.          [     &    oh was he wicked.    ]          antlers scraped against metal busting through to see the last two of his prey curled up in the corner.

to wait for the archer   . . .   or   to end it here ?            veins pumping with an agony heat as he panted.         canines at their largest extent.         𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙴.          wanting to taste more fear.          but he listened to command    ,    he    obeyed.           as he spent thousands of years doing.          allowing the remaining bit of mortality he had to pull him from the black ichor that consumed parts of him.             changing back as he wiped his mouth clean on his arm.           attempting to bring his heart rate down     ,    a sharp inhale as sable hue remained on the addicts.          slipping on clothes he kept wrapped around his ankle.           shoulders rolling along with his head to crack the joints of his neck.           a bubbling growl remaining in his throat before darkened brow quirked at the sound of the other male.