#tepiltzin

"Looks like you found what you were looking for." When last the two of them had spoken, Tepiltzin had wanted power, he had wanted transformation, and now here he was. Yavie's experience with liches was limited, they were rare in the continent, even more so across the Astral Sea. "There's no need to hide your true face from me," he wouldn't force it, but Yavie was admittedly curious, it was a trademark of the elf's nature. "will you show me?"

"Truly, this offer is impossible to refuse," Yurena admits easily as she watches Seth's work with abject fascination. There is no denying that necromancy as an art is beautiful on it's lethality. She always has appreciated that, even when she kept away from it as an Alstroemeria Watcher. Walking closer to the liche, she stops a few steps away and tilts her head to eye him curiously, wondering if she will have to prompt him to gain more information about the most recent developments or not. More specifically, about how he had not truly given him her name. It is silly, how something as small as that stings, so she shoves all the insecurities the lie drag up down into a box and simply stares at him with a raised brow. "Your grasp in magic is far beyond my expectations."

Needless to say, she can acknowledge that he is far better than her at the sort of magic they had both given their soul for.

A longboard at the end of the world, Wolfgang did a kickflip over a car as the compelled lycans and thralls trailed faithfully behind him. Protecting him, feeding him, fighting for him: this war thing wasn't so bad. Wolfgang had forgotten how easy it was for a creature like him to benefit from situations like this. He should have left, and really he could have at any point but there were things keeping him here. Jamie was one, and Seth was another. There had been no word from his sire, nothing to indicate what had happened to Seth. One day Wolfgang had felt their connection, that dutiful bond between progeny and sire that made the Mars vampire feel so protective of the other man. Then it was just gone.

Gone, but not in the way that Jamie had lost Gavyn. He'd seen him in the weeks that followed, catatonic like the sun was never going to rise again. It hadn't been like that, it was just sort of like... A loss. Like he'd just woke up one day and suddenly his hand was gone. Seeing Seth now though, Wolfgang tripped head over heels as he tumbled to the ground and his longboard went flying.

"Seth?!" There was nothing between them, no bond like Wolfgang had felt before, no sense of the man's well-being. There was a gap between them and something insidious that the vampire was too young and too naive to really fully understand. "Man, what happened to you? I've been looking for you for a month."

"Absolutely not," Evy growls as the fucking liche enters her vision, hands turning her fist as she ignores the urge to reach through the bars and try to choke him to death. It wouldn't work, not as he was before and specially not as she is now. It's been only a day, but she feels the weight of her shoulders that feels like it has been longer. Andreas probably thinks her death, and she can't handle talking to the whiny stupid idiot before her while that cold realization settles on her chest. "We are not doing this. I refuse to be witness to your fucking Disney Villain speech or shit."