blood blessed

independent original character || semi-private || low activity || nsfw themes

[bloodrite]

Nice

[bloodrite]

bampoulas​:

                    As she bared her fangs and her rosary reacted to severe the bond. The ancient’s visage remained eerily calm, lacking any expression as his hand pulled back from reaction.  Even as she switched to a less meek stance, donning the mode of a predator. Antares stood there watching her for a moment as his poster relaxed.             “Indeed, does that rosary always protect you?” he inquired before lifting up both hands to show, he was clearly harmless. “Your father asked for a favor, to strengthened your magics.” The emerald eyes closed as the man allowed a wisping shadow to consume part of him, allowing embrace the shadows he adored so much. From the darkness, a bone-thin claw holding what looked like to be a letter to produce to offer her proof.

          “Proof.”

            Well, that was rather simple now wasn’t it?       With the atmosphere around them changing to something rather calm, the priestess relaxed herself and chose to sat down upon the ground. She sighed as hands fiddled with long locks almost nervously.       “Not always. It’s pick and choose.” She spoke calmly while hands left her hair alone to gently cup the pearl within her hands. She seemed to be hushing it -- calming it as the barrier then dissipated: golden particles floating up into the air like hot ash to a flame.       Her gaze wandered up to what the shadow had offered her. Her eyes widened as a gasp slipped last her lips. Mélodie almost jumped to her feet as hands gently took the letter from clawed hand. Her lips pressed together as she broke the seal and allowed eyes to wander about the parchment. However, there was one problem.      “I...was never taught how to read. The church never saw it fit to teach my sisters and I. Can you read it to me?”

[bloodrite]

bampoulas​:

                His tone was calm. It had been throughout this entire conversation. Was he upset? No, he’s heard the fiery banter of women before. It bores him. Countless times, the entity of fear truly wonder. WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE. Pestilence couldn’ve gotten anyone else; however, the boogeyman got roped into his nonsense. He gives her NOTHING in response. To show example. 

     Did he know if she wasn’t a favorite? Perhaps, but lips seemed sealed. The shadows shifted and swirled about only to dissipate, revealing the taller man’s handsome visage which appeared bored and exhausted. “Think of a bigger picture to why your father would’ve sent someone like me. Clearly you have something your sisters don’t have for him to have me check up on you. ” A clue. And some advice to use her brain.      Once she was close, “Fight my control, girl.” The look he was giving her was not one of perversions. It was clear behind those bright emerald eyes of his, he was studying her actions and such. “No, I don’t. Rather, the general majority of you are much younger then me.” The boogeyman would raise his hand causing himself to marionette the girl, “ Fight my control. Otherwise, I’ve come here for nothing. If you can managed to break out of it, I’ll tell you things.”

            The moment the elder had used his own ability to string her up like a doll caused her skin to prickle and hair stand on end. This is something she was very familiar with and something she can do herself. However, she never tried to puppet a living being before.       The scimitar cat hissed loudly, showing off very elongated fangs as she forced herself to move against the stranger’s will, curling up with great struggle as the golden pearl upon her rosary pulsed with light before bursting in a powerful shield which snapped blooded strings: severing the ancient demon’s control completely.       Eyes of red glowed behind a visible golden shield as she uncurled and positioned herself in a couch as if she were about to pounce upon prey. An arm rose, hovering forearm near her mouth -- ready to bite down and draw blood in ready to cast whatever sort of magics came to mind. However, in doing so would attract unwanted attention from the very monsters she creates.

      “Is that what you wanted?” Words were spoken in an old, forgotten tongue. Her bushy tail rose with fur standing on end as ears were pressed flat against her crown.

[bloodrite]

bampoulas​:

@bloodrite​ xxx - a reply from this ask.

                “The only perverted one is the woman who claims such,” a stern, rough-sounding voice echoed within her ears. Not in the mood for a woman’s silliness. The shadows within the room suddenly twisted and deformed, trashing upon the walls with whispers repeating his words, mocking her. As she swatted the hands, the creature dissipated into a cloud of smoke, rushing over her as a deadly cold chill came. Fear-inducing, anxiety heightens. 

     And if the woman turned around, a tall, muscular figure was standing there towering over her with the nebulous entity surrounding his form. He was not dressed like he usually was, only casual attire if jeans, white shirt and combat boots. Green eyes as deep as pine staring down at her, but nothing ill or perversion could be found on his face. “Has my friend truly ill raised his ward around,” Antares stated coldly.  Why must all his so-called companions suggest or introduce him to meet the others much younger, “He sent me to see you? To inquire about your well-being and health, but you’ve insulted me greatly.” His temper was so coolly; however, the fall months were always his. The fear and paranoia tasted the best during these months.

    “Your paranoia amuses me greatly and fuels me… ” His hand lifted as he beckoned her with two fingers, “Come here, girl.” The girl would feel her limbs start to move as the entity watched her almost cruelly with shrink pupils, clearly enraged by her insults but it was only a small percentage, he wanted to see how much she could resist. 

“Says the man who gets upset I even said such a thing! It wouldn’t be true if you didn’t get your panties in a twist.” She knew what he was doing, and it only worked somewhat. The fear he allowed to settle within the atmosphere gave her slight chills, but she wasn’t afraid of the demon. After all, she’s seen monsters and even creates them by the use of her own ichor. So, call her almost desensitized. “My father sent you to check up on me? Only me? Do you know how many sisters I have that he can pick out? I’m not a favorite.” Or so she thought anyways. She stomped her foot down in slight anger, refusing to turn around to face the ancient demon. However, that didn’t last for too long as the much older male basically commanded her to move. She turns, finding herself being drawn towards the stranger, looking up at the man with wide, red eyes right in front of him. Not what she was expecting! “Like you and many others. Do you enjoy picking on those smaller than yourself?

[ashendemon]

[bloodrite]

A monstrous clawed hand reached out as long digits reached out to take a strand of the woman's hair into them, delicately shifting about from the shadows. "Fear not..." A guttural sound is echoing only with the halfling's ears as the present was overwhelming. A chill was in the air. He had been observing this one for some time, took his time to admire her. Yet never acting and seeking out, but the daemon of fear reacted boldly this day. The hand travels to her ears to offer a scratch briefly before forcibly turn her around so he could get a better look as the shadow without form to lurch forward to take a sniff. "Interesting smell radiates from you. Of what creature did you hail from, little one. Someone of my time I know but whom."

The sudden sensation of chilled touch, voice and feeling fingers being laced within her hair caused the Priestess to gasp in surprise! She was ready to take action, but the coo of said voice spoke of non-ill motives. However, that doesn’t stop the girl’s face from twisting into a look of slight disturbance as she felt her furred ears being touched, causing her tail to raise as fur stands on end. Upon being forced to turn around, a hand rose to try to strike at the stranger’s cheek (who knew no personal boundaries). Her hand stops though as there was nothing to swat at besides a mass of cold shadow. A mass of cold shadow with hands that is. Ugh, he’s smelling her too. What a weirdo! “Don’t be such a pervert. Stop smelling me!” She’ll hiss, trying to swat away the hands that touched her. “Pestilence: the White Rider. Or...that’s what I’m told.”

[bloodrite]

“Sorry, I had just taken my last patient. Please come back tomorrow before nightfall. If you cannot wait, I suggest visiting the church instead.” Or take a bite. She won’t hesitate to give you more than you need. It all depends whether you desire to lose yourself or stay sane as you are. What’s one more beast to add to their numbers anyways?

[dalishgirlfriend]

Bloodborne Locations: Central Yharnam

[midhrastic]

⁠— The nightmare swirls and churns unending!  ⁠—

[lockhvrts]

BLOODBORNE | Scenery

[ashendemon]

[lockhvrts]

BLOODBORNE ➺ Old Yharnam

[bloodrite]

When performing a healing ritual, a Priestess wears intricate hand ornaments which cover nails, knuckles, back of hands to a little past their wrists. These are made out of silver and decorated with rubies to symbolize their holy blood. Since Mélodie has left the church, she rarely can be seen using them and now brings them out during more special treatments.

[lockhvrts]

BLOODBORNE ➺ Forsaken Castle Cainhurst

[bloodrite]

Being fed from is a rather pleasurable experience for a Priestess. However all those who seek out Mélodie’s blood thus far has only received it in a form of a vial or injection. She knows not the intimacy of being fed upon.

[bloodrite]

Mélodie is stuck within her demi-form from first discovering she had the power to do so. Enjoying such a state, she never allowed her transformation to revert back into her mortal guise. Over time, she simply just forgot how. Mélodie has also never shifted to her true-form in fear she might never change back. However, it will be out of her control when intense emotions are struck and more of her demonic self desires to appear. Since Mélodie has no guardian, she has no anchor for guidance out from an uncontrollable state.

[bloodrite]

FLUFFY EARS

Said fluffy ears perked upright before hands moved to cover them. “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about!” The Priestess knew she had forgotten her cloak at the last inn she managed to hide away in. At least the other didn’t reach out and touch them. That would be awfully rude!