#veneficusrex

She hadn’t been looking for him. Not specifically. She’d been walking the city, pink parasol in one gloved hand as the sun was starting to go down. She looked elegant if somewhat insane, as usual. Talking walks in strange places was a favorite past time of hers. Inspiration came from all places, especially the ones no on looked.

The scent had caught her attention and she’d wandered, curious to see where it led. It was sharp, more than a human. More than... something, that was for sure. Strange, after all these years, to find something she couldn’t quite identify...

And then she’d turned a corner and there he was. She hadn’t been expecting a man. Undoubtedly he was more than he appeared, as she was, but still. The packaging didn’t tell her much.

The need for others was never at the forefront of thought.  A single heart beat, a single breathe, a single being was all that was ever needed.  It took the swiftness of one hand to cut down a tyrant, and the resolution of a singularity to achieve it.  It was all that was understood, it was all the androgen knew.  It was the nature of the beast, survival of the fittest.  Rind the competition into bone dust, pick clean the bubbling innards, and go back into wait.  

A solitary predator understood this process, evolution no longer hindering the object need for a protective grouping when the reason for their huddle was sitting just out of reach, staring from the brush with obsidian pits.  Watching, waiting, and growing ever hungrier, sitting at the apex, licking already bloodied chops.  

Dark nails gently click, click, click against a shot glass, a predator idling by as  peoples of all walks of life milled around.  Every creak of muscle was processed through attentive ear canals, pointed tips giving a slow twitch.  Disinterest.  Comparatively, the figure’s idleness was that of a lion curled up in a cage at the zoo, eyes dulled from years of teasing, blankly staring forward.  The ferocity was still there, muscled down deep, but the need for its release was not present.  

Slowly tracing the tip of a long tongue against the inner cavern of a waiting maw, the head tipping back, letting the liquid fire slip down a readied throat in a smooth draw.  The burn prickled flared nostrils, pushing out a slow breath before taking in the scent of the room.  

One of these things is not like the others.       

❝ ------ Xeoth is OUT for the moment, but if you want to LEAVE a message, go right ahead. ❞ the being possessing the elf kept his hands in his pockets, regarding the words he previously said as the simple blunt truth,  ❝ he’ll get it.... eventually. ❞

Freyja listened as she watched the others actions in silence. In her mind she had already figured out the best way to go when it came to helping him but didn’t act straight away due to wanting to see if he were capable of healing himself. Though she had seen much worse, from where she stood the wound looked bad. Despite having the strong ability to handle the pain, she could have only imaged how much he had to be in.  While his attention remained on his reflection, the goddess took the time to quietly gather everything she would have needed, muttering to herself as she moved about.

@veneficusrex

He was interrupted during a meal.. By what he wasn’t exactly sure, the scent was familiar but at the moment the most pressing aroma was the blood all over his lips and chin. His scissor bite had been finally used to it’s full potential and a good size chunk of flesh had been ripped from the now obviously dead woman’s carotid artery, her body hung limp in the vampire’s large arms. His reminisced sloppy childhood finger paintings as his beard had been slightly matted together with the victim’s burgundy life source..

Crimson eyes narrowed and he lifted his head once again as he picked up that strange smell..

Send me “Are you okay?!” for your muse to find mine severely injured, or “What happened?” to find mine covered in blood. || Closed! 

Two grey eyes lifted from where she stared down at her own hands so she could meet with those that watched her. Crimson stains covered her delicate blouse and smeared into her porcelain skin. There was little of her to be seen that did not carry evidence of her earlier actions. 

“Hunters..” She muttered absentmindedly while running her hand through her hair. It left little red streaks that buried themselves beneath her long locks as they fell back into place. “At least I-.. I think they were.” Gemina glanced down at herself again and sighed with a heavy shake of her head. “What a mess..”