Born of Fire

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Orange eyes never left the threat, the other vampire. He was a guardian, a sentinel, he would destroy all threats to his dear one.

Pulling his lip back, a snarl with a sound straight from hell. The growlhe emitted wasn’t Ashkine, pure Abyssal. The black markings stained his skin and he was gone. Mingling with the fire and embers seamlessly.

A breath of silence, the world was still. He struck swiftly, talons round into the other vampire. He’d gotten away once, this tone he wasn’t as lucky. Ashkine wasn’t done, wasn’t satisfied with treating the chest cavity open. The thick black smoke that drifted from his lips enveloped the pair, invading every crevice it could find. Igniting quickly and quite violently, it was done.

The ignis cancelled the encircling flames upon entering the camp. Cold and blood thirsty orange eyes resting on Lyrian.

“I don’t like people harming that which is mine.”

Lyrian had witnessed terrible brutality before but nothing like that of which played out before his very eyes, each and every movement of the two seared onto his memory for a sincerely long time to come. To think - it was all because he had been attacked, because he had not been able to defend himself - and now… now that being was no more. He should have been more relieved than he was. Emerald eyes, shimmering with pain and fear, focused upon the Vampire he knew, the one he trusted, but his eyes…. his eyes were different and all the more did the elf’s knuckles turn white while holding his staff, hoping to whatever deity might have been listening to allow the other not to harm him. “Ash…?” He whispered, uncertain, uncomfortable, frightened.

Ash closed his eyes, blood coating his figure. Taking a deep breath, exhaling smoke. He repeated this process until the black abyss marks faded to a light grey. Still there but not as vibrant.

Reopening his eyes to lock on him, orange and green swirled in a marbled pattern. He saw the fear, he hated it.

"My apologies, Lyrian."

His voice was heavy, he knew what he did. He knew he'd lost control. He hated it. He should have had better control.

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Where Lyrian failed in strength, Ash excelled. Sprinting through the trees, a blur of smoke and embers. He leapt to grab the assailant, his own talons digging into shoulders. Twisting his momentum around, he flung the other vampire.

“I warned you.” He made sure to stand between Lyrian and this beast. Smoke drifting from parted jaws, embers and tongues of flame circling the camp. This rogue is dying today.

He did notice that his dear elf pointed silver at the threat, smart and he felt a swell of pride at it.

Lyrian had read it, somewhere; perhaps it had been in a story book, perhaps it had been somewhere else - that Vampires did not react well to silver and just to ebb on the side of caution, he had paid a blacksmith in hand-made jewellery to put a silver blade upon the bottom of his staff; not only did it give him a better melee weapon should he need it - but it posed a possible use if he was sought out as a meal once again. Whether it was something of which would work, he didn’t know - Ash was there within the span of a blink, and the relief Lyrian felt was unbelievable; he held no fear for the smoke nor the embers, nor the fire of which erupted around them; he knew it was Ashkine’s fire… not that of the rogue. Lithe fingers and arms continued to tremble as he forced himself to hold the weight of his staff, still pointing toward the threat, allowing all of his focus to be given to such a task rather than lingering on bleeding wounds of broken bones.

#dryadalismagicae #anon can feel free to im me or lyrian mun #come at us bro #we love you #Ash doesn't but i do #trigger warning: violence #trigger warning: gore

Orange eyes never left the threat, the other vampire. He was a guardian, a sentinel, he would destroy all threats to his dear one.

Pulling his lip back, a snarl with a sound straight from hell. The growlhe emitted wasn't Ashkine, pure Abyssal. The black markings stained his skin and he was gone. Mingling with the fire and embers seamlessly.

A breath of silence, the world was still. He struck swiftly, talons round into the other vampire. He'd gotten away once, this tone he wasn't as lucky. Ashkine wasn't done, wasn't satisfied with treating the chest cavity open. The thick black smoke that drifted from his lips enveloped the pair, invading every crevice it could find. Igniting quickly and quite violently, it was done.

The ignis cancelled the encircling flames upon entering the camp. Cold and blood thirsty orange eyes resting on Lyrian.

"I don't like people harming that which is mine."

"Oh come now my sweet, you dont remember me? I gave you those pretty little scars on your neck" he moved quickly to wrap his hands around the elf's throat and dig is nails in. He threw him against a tree and then again and then across the clearing onto some rocks.

The pain where claws sunk into flesh was obscene, the radiation of the agony almost blinding to his lithe frame, limbs trembling as he attempted to fight back. But oh, Lyrian knew his skill didn’t lay with physical strength but instead with magic- He was a mage, not a warrior. Scarcely did he have time to react too strongly, however, for he found himself winded and pained against a tree, and then another before he could blink; struggling to catch his breath from the horrendous impact. Such agony, such torture toward him was bringing on a headache for stress bought him seizures and it was the last thing he needed right now.However, he fell still once he landed upon rocks, feeling ribs break, feeling bones become bruised, skin torn; such a terribly heavy landing, but one of which held a single benefit. He had fallen near his staff and with one last-ditched effort did he grab it and spin, his back against a rock - the pointed, silver end of his staff offered toward his assailant.“Back off-” His vision was blurring, his arms shaking fiercely; but he would not surrender.

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#anonymous #dryadalismagicae #someone fucked up.

"I warned you." He made sure to stand between Lyrian and this beast. Smoke drifting from parted jaws, embers and tongues of flame circling the camp. This rogue is dying today.

He did notice that his dear elf pointed silver at the threat, smart and he felt a swell of pride at it.

Ash in the wind? beautiful. I'll remember to leave you his husk to find. The only ashes in the wind will be his.

"You will not touch him." The ignis struck out, hoping to wrap his fingers around the faceless' throat. A line had been drawn then blatantly crossed. He was going to rip this stranger to shreds.

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When approached, Ash stilled. Gently taking the outstretched hand in his, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. He was aware of his experience with his kind and their ways.

“Not all bites are the same, my dear.” He hummed, looking at him. “Please don’t fear me, I’m not a monster like the rogues.”

“I know-” And Lyrian did truly believe that: Ash was nothing like the beast of a being of who had grabbed a hold of him and drained him almost entirely of his life. Still did it haunt him terribly. “You are nothing like that beast-”

"I can teach you to defend yourself from them." He offered, much of what was needed is mainly silver. "I can't be around at all times and i worry for you, my dear."

He didn't care about his well being, should he intercept a rogue. He was certain his age and prowess would be enough to fend them off if not kill them.

Not all bites are the same? How romantic. I remember biting that elf. I could taste his fear. Delicious he was. I'm so glad he lived. I'd like to taste him again.

"Monster is a monster does." Ash growled, " However cowardly the monster maybe, hiding behind a mask and striking from the dark." A roll of his shoulders, the ignis was not happy. "Should I catch you near him again, I will reduce you to ash in the wind."

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The ignis fretted, he ruined the moment. He stepped back, knowing that it was him that brought forth this reaction and didn’t want to make it worse.

He warmed to counteract the chill he’d felt. He didn’t blame the other for being fearful, many of his meals were unwilling. Being so close to a being of myth, bliss and fire would scare anyone.

“I’m sorry-” Lyrian uttered, allowing a shuddering breath to release from his lips; “…I tend to be terrified of most things-” Recollections of when he had been bitten the last time, by a rogue vampire, haunted his nightmares and thus the gentle grazing had triggered a fearful response. Still - he felt utterly guilty and took a step toward the other, outstretching a hand.

When approached, Ash stilled. Gently taking the outstretched hand in his, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. He was aware of his experience with his kind and their ways.

"Not all bites are the same, my dear." He hummed, looking at him. "Please don't fear me, I'm not a monster like the rogues."

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He noticed the reaction immediately, the corner of his lip pulling up in amusement. Retreating enough to place a kiss there instead. He shifted to look the other in the eye, amusement mixed with mild concern in his neon gaze.

“My dear, believe me when i say i would never bite you without express permission.”

Ash was a fierce guardian. Once he’s staked a claim, any harm to threaten his dear ones was met with fire.

Continually did Lyrian’s heart race, the echo strong within his ears, for but a few moments; he struggled to calm. He wanted to believe the other male - he truly did, but there was a frightened, fearful part of him that simply couldn’t. “I- okay…” Yes, for now he accepted those words, his skin turning cold.

The ignis fretted, he ruined the moment. He stepped back, knowing that it was him that brought forth this reaction and didn't want to make it worse.

He warmed to counteract the chill he'd felt. He didn't blame the other for being fearful, many of his meals were unwilling. Being so close to a being of myth, bliss and fire would scare anyone.

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“Well, I’m ready when you are dear,” they state easily, revealing the fact that they had been anticipating the others agreement even before they posed the question. And why wouldn’t the serpent? Ashkine never said no to them, and it came to be that the viper got their way a good deal of the time. Now, it was much like a habit. “So that question is up to you.”

"Allow me to dress properly and he can be on our way." The ignis parted from his lover, letting a warm hand linger on their cheek before he left to change.

Still in his sleepware, the ancient refused to go anywhere without proper attire. Soft cloth was shed easily, soon to be replaced with the immortals favored ashen layers. Never a big fan of color, his waredrobe consisted of blacks and greys, the rare piece of royal purple could be found in homage to his dear viper.

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masshirohebi-moved

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“Well, you just said it yourself,” they hum out in laughter, amusement clear in golden eyes. That stare is tossed confidently toward the god, not a moment of faltering present. Whether this is arrogance, or self assurance, is yet to be tested, “many of the old gods are legends. But not all. I found you didn’t I?”

#masshirohebi #come to me | Anubis

Ashkine pushed himself to stand, towering over the serpent with ease. His expression soft as he closed the distance between them. Warm hands came up to rest on Orochimaru's shoulders, cutting off any escape should he try.

"That is true yes. However, you are not of Egypt and it is rare for anyone to travel this long or far for simple curiosity."

masshirohebi-moved

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With the way the room gave Ashkine space, children of varying ages ducking past and avoiding eye contact, the young serpent becomes curious. They follow each passing childs footsteps, noticing, quite easily, how they avoid getting too close. It certainly was a different stance, apposed to the ill treatment they received instead. “Did you stab all of them with a pencil?” the young viper asks, having only known one crime committed by the tall boy, and thus applying it as they saw fit, “they seem to respect you.”