ᴠᴏʀᴀᴄɪᴛʏ & ᴜʀɢᴇ

[cerberivs]

A selective and fandomless portrayal of Kalego Naberius — reimagined/written with original lore and inspiration from various horror and gothic genres. Unaffiliated with any fandom or any particular rpc/group. Source knowledge is not needed to interact.

OC and crossover friendly. 21+ only please. Contains darker themes such as violence, gore, body horror, etc and contains dogs...lots of dogs. Read the carrd before interacting. Penned by Nobu. (30+ GMT-7.) low-medium activity.

(minors & personal blogs, please do not interact. // yes, the old blog was archived.)

other blog: @crownswolf (knightwalker)

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[omneco]

[cerberivs]

@demonstigma

[cerberivs]

@yaksini continuing from x

Although he took the form of what appeared to be a man at the moment, he was still overall a hound—one that was far too curious for his own good, but being a beast that came from what he would deem sacred flames, he hardly feared a thing... at least to his own knowledge. He had felt the fine hairs on his skin standing, alert that something was watching him, though it was a matter of time till that hunch would prove itself as real.

The hellhound stilled, not minding eyes on him to observe his core being. It was something he understood, and because this was not his own territory, it was only fair. "I am not a foe, but I would not consider myself a friend either... not unless I earn such a word." However, the mention of pride had him smirk a bit to himself. After all, his existence was held up by pride alone, but it was not foolish enough to be cocky where he didn't belong.

"But, may I ask why you're afraid?" Would it be so simple? "I admire the growth around me too much to cause harm." Despite being a creature from the Inferno, he was still a dog desiring to frolic in nature. The answer he would receive may perhaps change his approach, but for the most part he had no other intentions. If he were to be seen as some ill omen, he would not be surprised nor offended.

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

[cursedfortune]

Her slightly tilted head remained at his initial inquiry. The playful gleam in her gaze never dulling as he questioned further why she would ask him. But when he landed on potentially being bored enough, she straightened back up - as if that made complete sense to her.

"Yes."

She circled back to answer his previous question. "I suppose loneliness is a factor. I rarely get to enjoy the company of a fellow creature." Her hands smoothed over the skirt of her dress; her disposition didn't scream she was sad about this loneliness, just that it may be a factor. "If I wanted a charity case, I'd pluck any poor sod off the street." She gestured vaguely to the bustling city.

No, no. His energy quirked her interest. Being stuck around humans so often was a drag. "Doesn't it sound more fun to go with someone who will potentially enjoy it? I promise I won't hound you for a dance, lest you wish it." She smirked.

[cerberivs]

Being bored was understandable; after all, it made some people do such spontaneous behaviors and activities. However, her next words had him taken aback—a visible look of being quite startled softened up his features before he caught himself to try and not show he'd been chipped away at. Perhaps she wasn't being too literal, but something about her also didn't sit right. He still felt his entire being not able to relax and her scent was...peculiar.

If they weren't surrounded by so many, perhaps his nature would grow hostile, but for the time being, only a meager itch of needing his claws out bothered him—he needed to be conscious of that to be sure they didn't fall into instinct.

"I tend to enjoy being on my lonesome. There's no need to be concerned about anyone but myself...as greedy as that sounds." Those were his honest thoughts, but also he hardly ever attempted to find and communicate with those who were like-minded. Kalego liked to enjoy what he favored when he found the time to do so before returning to his purpose. His assumption of actual company was that they'd be in his way.

He had a bit of a scoff at her wording, hating the coincidence a bit too much, though he wanted to laugh about dancing. "It had been a long time..." By that he meant at least a century, "but I might entertain the gesture if I could be convinced enough." A stubborn dog he was. "Before I accept these offers, though, what should I call you?" As calm and cordial as his demeanor had been, underneath was a layer of intensity that was still keeping his guard up. Although he didn't favor introducing himself, the air still wasn't thick enough to feel the need to hide a name. It was only polite if he did so after asking. "You may call me Kalego."

[miraculpa]

and sometimes, when i did a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.

MIRACULPA. An independent multimuse ft CHIKAGE KAZAMA of Hakuouki. Written lovingly by Matt.

it's so exhausting on this silver screen, where i play the role of anyone but me.

[phntasmgoria]

i'll protect raphael, angelico, lucia, and elena. because i'm a proud aristocrat, too.

a multimuse featuring muses from delico's nursery / true of vamp. protected by ollie. ( they/she, 23, plural. ) mutuals only blog.

[cerberivs]

// if you think kalego is too mature and wouldn't stick his head out of a window during a car ride when in dog form...you'd be wrong.

[super8angel]

rage and tenderness existing simultaneously in the same body

[arthistoryvault]

Abraham Mignon

[tswift]

request for you to not be a bitch

request denied

[cerberivs-a]

// yes, kalego does keep a journal(s) about people who have impacted his life significantly. no, nobody is allowed to ever read them.

[cursedfortune]

Her lips pursed slightly as she smiled in amusement at his answer. She could understand his meaning, as she felt very similarly when it came to certain times of the year with mortals. Admittedly, she was more curious about the details of his meaning but that wasn't something she wished to ask about this moment.

The returned query seemed to alight her gaze, as if she had been hoping he'd ask.

"There's one this evening. A professional performance at a banquet hall hosting a charity for this or that." The details didn't matter to her much and she didn't hide that fact. "You..." Mortem vaguely motioned into his direction. "Should go. With me." Her head tilted, curious about his response to her forward suggestion.

[cerberivs]

He hadn't really heard of the event she spoke of, but he wasn't surprised. He'd been to a few in his lifetime, but he always found it a little odd that they'd be so lavish and exclusive for a certain class. Some were obviously expensive to such an extreme extent that it felt like the word 'charity' was thrown in for mockery—money that could've gone toward providing aid, rather than a display of forged philanthropy. Even after so many years, humans were strange and jumped through so many loopholes out of greed, even if they weren't aware of it.

Kalego put his thoughts on hold, and some of that suspicion started showing on his face. "Why should I go with you?" Not that he was denying the invite; it sounded interesting and he felt no need to fear anything. A smirk did start to curve his lips. "Are you so lonely that you need to ask a complete stranger? I, myself, am no charity either." He did want to go, but of course he wasn't going to admit it. "But I could be bored enough..."

[forestfright]

beast of ruin

[feral-ballad]

Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “waiting for the check to clear”

[cerberivs]

// a shame nobody has made some honey cakes for kalego yet. </3

[demonstigma]

Kage’s eyes soften at the thud against the glass, and the sound, paired with Kalego’s expression, nearly pulls a laugh from him. Not mocking, never that. Fond, if he is being honest, and perhaps a little too charmed by the glimpse of something so....unguarded.

He lets Kalego hold his face, lets that faint static gather between them, lets the closeness remain exactly as it is. There is no flinch in him, no recoil, only attention sharpened by the weight of what is being offered.

"It may already have rubbed off on you, dear. I fear the evidence is mounting."

The teasing is gentle, but it fades when Kalego speaks of the rest, of hunger, of destruction, of what he does when he feels himself turning into something harder to contain. Kage listens without interruption, his hands settling at Kalego’s wrists, steady there, not to remove them, only to keep the contact.

When he answers, his voice is lower.

"Yes."

Simple at first. Certain.

"I would still give you my time."

His thumbs shift once over the insides of Kalego’s wrists, grounding, thoughtful.

".....And if you are asking whether I would stay when you are difficult, when you are greedy, when you are restless and sharp and half-feral with the need to tear into something..."

A faint slant returns to his mouth, though his gaze stays serious.

"Then yes, Kalego, I would."

He tilts his head into Kalego’s hands slightly, deliberately, as if to answer the question with more than words.

"You say that as though I have not already let one in."

There is warmth in it, and something darker too, something knowing.

"A starving beast is not what would frighten me. Dishonesty would. Silence would. Being shut out while you gnaw through yourself alone would."

Kage’s eyes hold his, red and unwavering, stripped now of most of their playfulness.

"If you come to me in that state, I will not mistake you for a burden, and I will not turn you away simply because your want is ugly or excessive. I would rather have your teeth near me than have you locking yourself away to suffer in solitude."

His breath catches lightly against the space between them, warm, measured.

"And if you are annoying about it, if you are possessive, if you keep me from leaving...."

Now there is the faintest spark of teasing again, threaded through the intimacy.

"Then I suppose I shall suffer very bravely through the ordeal."

But he does not leave it there. His expression softens again, and the next words are quieter, more intimate for the lack of dramatics.

"You do not have to be easy for me to want you near."

One of his hands slips from Kalego’s wrist to the side of his neck, fingers spreading there, firm and warm.

"You only have to let me....see you."

Kage leans in then, not quite kissing him yet, just enough that the distance turns thin and charged again.

"So yes."

He murmurs,

".....if the beast is yours, let him in."

[cerberivs]

It was as if he had become aware of everything that made him alive—every breath, every swallow, each muscle that had the slightest movement and when his heart would beat faster or calm. He may have accidentally produced more of that static as well, but he had stopped it all before it could've possibly been bothersome or painful, surprising himself a little in the process. This had all been new to Kalego, but he assumed it was his subconscious simply not being used to whatever it was that he was receiving.

He made sure his claws weren't out too much, and every gesture from Kage would test what was honest underneath those layers that had been keeping him shielded.

Because of what he was, he should be striking... or at the very least, he should be fleeing to remain in the shadows until he was needed again. However, hearing that he was not only accepted but also invited in as a beast made his heart drop...or was it lift? Kalego hadn't really known what either of them felt like until that moment. He's grown attached to what he had molded himself to become over his long existence, but knowing he would still get such cordial treatment… even if he were to expose his origins once in a while and not just his adaptation to be useful... it made him want to—

What was it that he wanted to do? He couldn't focus on any singular thought, but he felt slightly lightheaded for a second, wanting to blame the fact that he wasn't fully adjusted to the foreign atmosphere rather than his own abashment.

He had been keeping himself quiet, letting that sliver of space linger between them. "Truly I..." His hardened gaze had fallen soft and he was speechless by whatever unfamiliar feelings were mingling with his own—his sensitivity engulfing him. Kalego pushed back the tendency to either apologize or say things that were unnecessary and had already been answered. Besides, he wasn't the only one being unguarded, and that was something he valued wholly.

How bizarre it was to purposely put down the formalities and give in to something of desire...

Kalego's eyes and the space between both infernal had closed as he allowed himself to kiss Kage. It had been significantly more confident, as if it were an urge he had barely been able to hold in. In fact, he was becoming a bit pushy...literally and quite assertive; he hadn't really noticed due to his lack of ever having such strong feelings nor doing anything remotely as such since forgotten times. Kalego was desperate to show his appreciation but also wanted to express himself without any doubts restraining him. He yearned to rip away from the stake he had kept himself chained to.