sin eaters daughter

                    It wasn’t the time for words just yet, he was more than glad that she could see that– he was nowhere near himself, the blood lust becoming too much for him to handle even in the short amount of time he’d been free. Drink, rip and kill is exactly what he did with little regard to his surroundings, blood spraying the floorboards beneath their feet as it did little to subside the rage inside of him. “Better?” He spat, completely unable to retract his fangs as he balled his hands into fists. “It’s like I’m a newborn again.” And he couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand how truly out of control he really was, the need for blood almost having him rip his own head off at this point. Finally taking a seat, Cassius allowed for a small sigh to fall passed his lips as he let his head fall into his hands. “Are they dead? —The one’s who caught me?” Rage began to boil beneath his skin once more, the mere fact that he was caught and hidden away from his family; oh no, he couldn’t let that go. 

                 “Gives you a reason for a hunt, which I’m sure you won’t say no to, sister. At some point, yes, but for now its best to monitor and perhaps clean up from afar; just so he doesn’t end up in another bloody box again. Right now he isn’t remotely in control and that will be gnawing away just as much as the blood lust — he needs control. So, where is that necromancer of yours?”

                      If it wasn’t one thing lately it was another, case in point when the hybrid found himself lying on the ground in a shower of glass with some blonde fumbling on her words and the fact that she was a vampire made the entire thing all the more peculiar. August and Tully were suspicious of everyone because they had to be, mainly because when they let their guard down was usually when the other predators decided to show their true intentions and blood yet again had to be spilled. While the small tear in his skin went unnoticed, the hybrid didn’t feign being rattled as he got to his feet, eyes ever watchful on the stranger before him. “I’m fine.” August replied flatly before managing to offer the blonde a hand to help her up. “So this isn’t usual for you then? Kinda got the feeling that it was for some reason.”

                   “I actually can’t wrap my head around it, you know? Even though I’m talking to someone who is over a thousand years old and I have to drink blood to live, the thought of there being vampire/werewolf mixtures out there? That’s crazy. Well, you older more dangerous creatures kinda make it easy for us young one’s, you know that? Thanks for having massive targets on your backs. Seems a shame that they have to, but that’s for your next game, right? Vampire/witch mixtures??”

“yes well. i’ve come to learn not to get my hopes up about small things like that.” he tells his sister, offering her a soft smile as he nodded his head. “suppose so.” he says, closing the book and sitting up a little more in his favorite chair. “how’re you, remi?” he asks, gentle curiosity was in his hue.  “how is our dearest brother?”

                          ( @x-kenzie​ @remi–x​ )

             “Huh.. you’re still here?” There was something nice about coming home to a place that was the closest thing he had to some sort of normalcy in his life— some of the people he knew were still around, the feeling of complete and utter isolation wasn’t able to find him here. “Thought a girl like you would do better in the big city.” Unsure if he would be remembered, considering he didn’t think of himself as a memorable person, he took a moment to pull a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and allow for the other to piece the memory of him back together. 

@remi–x

        “It’s lipstick.” She spoke curtly, turning away from the blonde who would not stop staring at her. A hand came up to shield her crimson lips from view, old and fresh blood alike, dripping and drying at the corners of her mouth with every passing second.

        Wren slowly slid his drink away from the original, like he was disarming a bomb. Nothing like sitting alone in your own bar when a mortal enemy decides to show up. At least that’s what she made herself time and time again. Every time the opportunity arose she made it impossible not to hate her. The day his parents died, of all days, she was the worst.

                Remi’s snark and brazen essence was one of the reasons he had effortlessly began such head spinning pursuit of her. Her inquiries allowed a laugh to escape him, shaking his head as if out of modesty, “I think I could be the marrying type, right partner sort of thing, you know?” A shrug of his shoulders followed, biting his lip as if toying with the idea to continue, “But I think I’m attracted to trouble, which inevitably, lands me in the hot seat. Those who are trouble don’t typically fancy the idea of marriage, you know?” Russet hues flitted to drift over Remi as if hoping to catch the slightest inkling to the inner workings of where she stood on such belief, his generalization of trouble mapping over the entirety of what she was, in the end. 

@remi–x

“Bold of you to think you were welcome in here.” Zeke spat sharply the moment he could pinpoint the original standing in his bar. It didn’t take much, the glisten of her blonde locks in the dim light the early hours drew around them almost wholly out of place. Not to mention the instantaneous flex of his jaw and clench of fists even before he’d looked her dead in the eye. “You might want to reconsider letting yourself in next time, I’m not against blowing us both to high fucking hell just to get you to leave me the fuck alone.”

               As syllables fell from Remi’s mouth, Clark had since solidified the fact that she really was pulling his leg, letting out a snort in tandem. “Bull fucking shit. You know hybrids are a myth,” his near vexed tone could betray the conviction stamped onto such statement, brows raised at the original. While Clark could be arrogant in what he presumed to know and while Remi had a reputation to not be trusted, her inquiry could only be seen as puzzling for what the future could hold. 

@remi–x @x-lyra

“shall we get straight down to business? or should we do the pleasantries first?”

                                      ( @remi–x )

                            “Just waiting on them to try and leave town, then the barrier spell will begin and panic will set in.” it was as simple as that, though the spell had taken some reworking due to their unusual nature, something that the necromancers magic seemed to be thriving off of. “Now I’m working on what Lyra gave me —- its taking longer than expected.”

                             —- ( @remi–x )

                        Lyra had been gone without so much of a word to anyone other than Remi in search of their brother who had been taken for a decade for reasons that still weren’t clear. “Found him.” the first words spoken to her sister when the familiar footsteps were heard and while Lyra never once doubted that he wouldn’t be found, it had started to take its toll, the longevity of it all and the state that her twin was currently in. “He’ll devour the bloody town at the rate he’s going.” anyone else wouldn’t hear the words for what they were; concern and no, not for the people of Red Creek.