stolen tongues

[senatushq]

the resistant~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Terror CLASSIFICATION. Strigoi OCCUPATION. UTP

You were a scourge that was unleashed at the height of your madness. The gift of vampirism was bestowed upon you, but your sire washed their hands of you once they realized that there was no way to control you. Mercy fell on your deaf ears in all corners of the world. Wherever you went, death and destruction followed. Though you were not completely reckless in your ways. Your abilities allowed you to survive, and that’s what you were always meant to do. If your crimes could be done by others – your progeny, humans that were terrified – then you would sit by and watch. It wasn’t so much your brute strength that other vampires feared, but the calculating mind that was only shielded by bright, cunning eyes. Manipulation was your best friend, perhaps the only comfort you sought as you went throughout the world. But clairvoyance was not a power you had, so when your end came – it was far worse than you would’ve imagined. You did not fear death, yet you feared the loss of power. Not everyone could resist their fate. And when your soul was reunited with your body, your feeble lungs needed precious air, you cursed the very thing you had become: a strigoi.

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[persephone411]

God bless this photoshoot

[tylerposey]

LUKE EVANS Attitude — Jordan Xinger-Xanger (2020)

[disdaidal]

Bard & his pony

[pedro-reed]

Luke Evans via Instagram

[ohh-bloodyhell]

[do-what-you-want-with-me]

[rhodcsx]

where. out on them streets who. @caixsc

The war had come, and with it, so many hands dipped in blood. Sides had been taken, and though death had seemed to be at a standstill, so many lives had been lost. Even his own, after he had taken his fair share. Death had never been something that he had shied away from, having secured himself a foothold long ago. Or rather, he had found his own ways of evading it. Even when death had touched those around him, he had secured the means of drawing souls back. Souls such as the one that belonged to the man before him. The very soul that Rhodes had torn from its resting place, to reunite it with body for the sole purposes of the book. "Go on, tell me how much you missed me," though he knew precisely how much Caius hated him.

[caixsc]

Such familiarity had haunted him for centuries; the harrowing voice that spoke to him in the depths of darkness - drawing his soul back from the inferno. A plague within a plague. No being had existed and drawn such ire from Caius across every lifetime he'd lived, and suffered through. The sneer that set his jaw on edge forms a growl within the concave of his chest, and though the strigoi knows nothing he does can ever harm the witch; he wishes he could do nothing but. "Rhodes." it sets his fangs on edge, and every feature that sets the man apart from the terror contorts in harkened fury. "How has nobody ripped you limb from limb yet." Statement - not a question. Given the choice, he'd have drawn and quartered the other over and over again; just so he could feel something beyond despair.

[steelatom]

ok we see you

[do-what-you-want-with-me]

BRETT DALTON as Mark Trent Found 1.02 "Missing While Sinning"

[do-what-you-want-with-me]

[caixsc]

@elijahsequeira location: fairy king's forest/rome xo

War, he knew. Raged - methodical and callous, Caius had spent centuries manipulating the battlegrounds he'd ventured to his own will. Never did he claim a horse within the race, rather, he gained from all that was forgotten while bloodshed reigned with malice of forethought. And even now, he did naught but dampen a thirst he knew he could never quench - feeding the book with souls, tying them to Python in each bite he took. The scent of another drifts along with death and smoke and he feels the breath of humor touch his lungs; the ground rumbling with the rise of the titan as it hailed destruction in its wake, "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," it's just as it was before, far too easy to pander to Elijah's weaknesses.

[caixsc]

[shineyma]

GRANT WARD APPRECIATION WEEK [8] visual appreciation 

[caixsc]

@adriannicodemus location: outside the church yo.

There's a stillness in the air that feels almost toxic, as if the whole city stands on a single breath, awaiting the onslaught that sits upon the horizon. Caius holds no loyalties - long gone are his ties to the druids beyond simple memories, and he had never walked a clean line among vampires. But he has been searching - wandering this grave earth for a purpose he can never find in lieu of all that Rhodes forced upon him. He knows it doesn't lie in the hands of another God, and yet the church looms before him, in silent taunt. "They will burn it to the ground, as they always have, and yet this is where you find peace?"

[caixsc]

@counthakan location: his bitch ass castle

Unwelcome, in almost every corner of the city, Caius lived among them as a pariah. Neither vampire nor human - he existed somewhere between, a ghoul, shunned by a world that had no place for him. And yet - there were still some, harkened by previous friendships that he believed he could call upon. The castle was nothing short of a spectacle - and everything he should have expected from Hakan after all these years. Yet, while he couldn't darken his doorstep, he could seek out the trinkets of blood that were held within. The crack of his neck was ungodly as his mind sought out the crimson liquor; a sight to behold for all those within the walls, as every droplet of blood within conformed to his will, finding its way to him through every nook and crack in the facade of the old building, until it all pooled, a congealed ball of blood, hovering in the palm of his hand, "Hello old friend," he muttered, as the overzealous doors of the castle swung open.

[caixsc]

@bloodcrowncd location: palace of pluto

His bloodline stripped from him, it was a wonder that he was able to darken the doorstep of the palace at all - the questionable and wary looks garnered by those that held his previous attachment lurked a telltale sign that he was the first of his kind to heed an audience. A creature beyond the nightmares of old, a terror that knew the likes of bloodsuckers a history over, Caius was only mildly satisfied when he saw the man, in the flesh. "So the rumors are true." His maker - sire, the one who saw quickly that he'd been uncontrollable, unable to heed the call of any such master beyond chaos itself, and let him loose upon the world, here, in Rome.