I am not heartless, I just learned to use my heart less.

Willhelm Mueller ✵ 29 (1003) ✵ Wendigo Leader ✵Pansexual

[aidyngrant]

That time he did feel some pain but it was fleeting. Like being slapped; there and gone in an instant. “I think you talk too much” Aidyn spat turning his head as best as he could. His cheek felt raw and he was sure he was bleeding, in fact he could taste small amounts dripping into his mouth from where it had been dragged against the wall. “Well I’m not normal then am I?”

[cold-willhelm]

“Seems so.” He loved seeing others like him, but something was still a bit off. The truth was yet to be proven to him and he preferred to play before he feasted. Just a bit of pressure was placed. enough to freeze one hand in place on his arm. He looked at the corpse. “Looks like I’m getting two meals in one night. Unless you can break out of this.” The next step was snapping the vampire’s neck and pulling it off.

[aidyngrant]

It’s funny to aidyn to watch such a powerful creature restrain themselves, he’d be pleased with himself if he wasn’t so intrigued. “I remember breaking out of that ice” he says in faux calm. Somewhere at the back of his mind a voice screams at him to run away. That he’s messing with a creature in a war that might kill him. But he’s spent so long being bored of life and the city he longs for something more exciting. He pulls back suddenly letting out an over the top sigh. “Maybe you’re not as fun as I thought, as powerful”

[cold-willhelm]

Once the other released him the wendigo grabbed the boy by the hair and slammed him to the wall again. "You judge much too quickly." As his fist held the vampire's head firmly it dragged the boy's face down grinding the skin on the brick. "Maybe my ice isn't for you. Perhaps I'll stick to my strength against yours." His strength my have equaled the others but it was how one used it. Yanking Aidyn's head back the creature was put into a headlock and his lips rested near the other's ear. "Normal creatures turn tail and run, and you challenge me? I like it."

[aidyngrant]

The vampire tilted his head but didn’t let go, he wasn’t stupid enough to just roll over. Not again. “Really, I’m more used to people just taking” he drawled. In a burst of confidence and speed he reverses their positions. “No I bet I’m not” Aidyn smirks looking over the body for a moment before turning back. “I bet if you wanted to you’d show me what a real monster looks like”

[cold-willhelm]

The wendigo started a yawn, but choked on it when the positions switched. He looked down on the guy. "You don't want to see me as a monster worse than you. Trust me," his thumb lifted to caress the vampire's chin, "you want to see a monster, but not one like me. I'll break every piece of you. Don't tempt me. I can ice you at will. Remember that. "

[aidyngrant]

It had been almost a decade since his last good fight. The ones that ended in blood and chunks of flesh missing, having his bones crack back into place and skin knit itself back together. Aidyn wouldn’t say he liked it, it was after all painful. But there was something so fun about being able to let all that emotion fly without actually hurting someone.

As soon as his back hits the wall he lets out a breath he doesn’t need, more for effect than anything. A small smirk quirks at his lips and he smiles all fangs and no teeth. Reaching a clawed hand up he presses his nails into the cold skin enjoying the neutral temperature. The cold never bothered him anyways.

“You have just asked instead of attacking me. I’m not completely heartless, well that’s a lie… But who am I stop a fellow monster from having his meal.”

[cold-willhelm]

“I’m used to people asking things from me.” Can I have a pen? Can you spot me the change? Will you help me? Can I get a kiss? Will you suck me? “You had the balls to shove me after that. I guess I got a little caught up in having some fun with you, vampire.” His tongue darted out of taste his lips ignoring the vampire’s hands. His eyes flicked to the body. “You’re close to heartless, but nothing like me.”

[aidyngrant]

The fact that he was caught off guard meant it had been far too long since he fed. Looking up at the night sky Aidyn hissed teeth on display and fangs tinted red. “Why. Want me to go slow for you” he spat at his attacker. He turns his head trying to see what’s holding him down not happy at the fact that someone managed to get the upper hand on him. The ice should have been cold but against Aidyn’s skin it felt normal, another perk of being dead. 

In the darkness he can see a shadow, moving so slowly with the rotation of the earth. He turns to his wrists again preparing himself for the sting of pain that will come. Breaking a body part is never easy despite the fact that he’s dead. He still hisses when he feels the ice give way but his bones breaking underneath. In an instant he flips over arms hanging limply at his side. Already he feels the shifting of bones and skin, can hear it if he listens close enough. 

“Do you always attack people when they’re eating or are you just being a grumpy bitch today?” Aidyn asks before he runs at the figure. By the time he gets his hands on the man his wrists have healed giving him enough force to push the man back a few feet in the air landing in the rubbish. It’s almost satisfying to watch. 

[cold-willhelm]

Will watched the vampire break his bones in order to escape. Resourceful. Strong. It took serious trauma or years of life to learn self-harm to escape. His mouth moved to respond while he turned to grab the corpse when he was shoved. As he landed in a pile of trash he grumbled from the mess around him, before a laugh broke out. He didn’t mind a fight. It was fun after all, testing the strength of others and himself. 

Quickly he was up and the other was slammed into a wall while his forearm pressed to the other’s throat. frost came over his sides, arms, and legs for protection. “You looked down. You don’t mind me taking the remains do you? You’re proving to be fun, vampire.”

[smol-angr]

Fuck this fucking weather in this fucking city. One moment it’s humid as fuck while God pisses on everything with rainwater and the next it’s sunny with the high chance of burning anything that stays out in the sun for over a minute. Now he remembered one of the reasons why he left Isolon in the first place. Oh fucking well. It didn’t do him any good to gripe about it- who was he joking? Of course it did since he was plastered to the counter at the current moment. Things were still too hot in the tank top and shorts he wore. Fucking miserable was what he was. 

At least the shop wasn’t that busy. Maybe the heat scared off sensible people, but he honestly didn’t care what the reason was. It just left him with more time to not move around except doing nothing was really boring. Edgar and Einaris were somewhere sunbathing in the light while he wished the portable fan blew harder. The machine was aimed right as his face, but sweat still stuck to the back of his neck. 

“Fuck this-” Elliot groaned, pushing himself away from the counter to sit straight on the stool. A hand was wiped over his face before he dropped it down to rest on his thigh. Fucking heat. The sun fell right over where he sat so instead of being roasted alive he got up and went over to a chair near the open front. With an irritated sigh he plopped down in a slightly more shaded area and glanced downwards at his leg. Without much thought he used his magic. The ink from his hands started to lift and it drifted downwards to latch onto the skin of his legs. Intricate patterns were mapped out in dark stains as he watched. Things like this calmed him and it gave him something to do while the store continued to be empty. Once the patterns were finished he stopped the flow and started to mess with the design. The ink shifted around, locking and moving around his leg like the form was alive. Then all at once he pushed it all away. Down the ink went, slipping from his skin to pool onto the ground.

With a lazy upward motion of his hand the mess was lifted into the air, sectioned off into three parts, and changed in shape. A triangle, square, and circle in one moment. then it was a delicately constructed flower, something equivalent to moving flames, and a cylinder that has multiple tiny spikes poke in and out of the form. His eyes remained leveled with the creations until he noticed that Edgar and Einaris had slithered onto his lap. With them came the news that someone was here. For how long? He wasn’t told, but Elliot didn’t stop the floating figures before him as he looked over towards the doorway. “Need something?”

[cold-willhelm]

Thick skin was a perfect defense. Bullets felt like gentle shoving and blades tickled him. He needed this level of defense as some assassin’s were actually sent for his head. Thankfully his face wasn’t the best known and he managed to keep things safe enough. His clan killed anyone who knew about the contracts on his head. Perhaps it was a time for change?

He didn’t feel like making big changes really, so he didn’t. The only thing he thought about during this was a tattoo. His skin made that nearly impossible till word of a certain witch returning reached him. One that controlled ink and even owned a tattoo shop. Why not? He gave in and on a whim, turned into the store he knew the kid owned and looked around for a moment till he saw the magic at work. “Can you tattoo on anything? I’ve wanted some designs but seems most have no way to tattoo a wendigo.”

[aidyngrant]

He laughs at the woman; head thrown back and smile spread wide. To the world he’s flushed and drunk but he couldn’t be more sober if he tried. Aidyn manages to convince her to follow him back to his apartment. A gentle touch on the arm, a blush, slurred accent with compliments he doesn’t mean. 

Aidyn kills her in the alley two streets down fangs sinking into her neck. He probably should care that he just killed someone but it’s been weeks since he’s had a decent feed and the last thing he wants is too go crazy. Wiping the blood from his mouth he drops her to the ground stepping over the body and towards the street. Only a noise catches him. Something rustling, a heartbeat in the distance. Aidyn turns shadowed by the light behind him. “Anyone there?” thick Irish accent echoing off the walls.

[cold-willhelm]

What was one to do when things weren’t going his way? Indulge. Keeping his face out of the big picture was important, but that was difficult in the day. So he had to wait. In he mean time he was watching his wendigos. They were quickly learning that he wouldn’t allow any plotting. It made it easy to do his job for Griffin. Each one listened and traveled for him, and it was much like having Griffin’s eyes and ears all over.

When night finally hit he left his home embracing the cool air. When the time came he removed his shirt and loosened his ring. Just before it was off he smelled a small amount of blood. Curious he carefully followed the scent and paused at the corner, watching a vampire. How pleasant that he didn’t need to shift to find his first meal. A rat moved down the alley allowing him the perfect cover. 

Using his abilities he caught the vampire from the nape of his neck and threw him to the ground. Horseshoes made of ice were flicked down over the man’s wrists. “My oh my. Done draining her already? You work fast. Interesting.”

[ayako-nakahara-blog]

Ayako glared at him and when he described the guy she scoffed, “Either he really is something or you really fucking underestimate me. It’s because I’m human, right? Wow race discrimination much.” She joked and just then she felt pressure against her neck as she was grabbed and shoved. Being forced to ride a corpse wasn’t quite how she intended this to go. Her eyes darted with irrational at Will. “Adorable - how you just complimented me there. You are such a romantic. But really?” she emphasised on the word really and gestured with her hands at her position. Ugh, that smug little face as she admired what he did. Freak. She stood up before Will could do anything else to discover she had blood on her jeans. On the knee caps. “Argh,” her eyes flashed at him.

“Okay - had your little fun now? I am leaving.”

[cold-willhelm]

“Your welcome.” The wendigo shrugged at her as he admired the blood on her. “It’s common courtesy. He’s hunting species. Who knows if humans would be on his list? You deserved a warning.” He looked her over and imagined ripping her apart and pouring her own blood on her. “If you want to be like that after killing my pet then be on your way. I need to find another to replace him. Perhaps one day you’ll be my Maude.” Spinning on one foot he started to leave just imagining ripping her nails off and strangling her with her own intestines. He liked her more than he realized.

[benji-quinn]

He had to finish the mouthful of coffee first before he could reply. “Fickle thing, isn’t it?” His eyes moved to peer up towards the grey skies as the constant rush of rain flooded his hearing. “I wasn’t headed anywhere in particular. Was in the middle of deciding actually, but it looks like I’ll be staying here for a bit longer.”

[cold-willhelm]

“Very,” came a simple reply. He wasn’t too concerned with moving but his eyes did shift up to the man. So kind as to stay, shielding the wendigo? Sickening. The steam from the coffee caught his attention and his body told him to move away, but he didn’t. It was something he missing tasting. However due to a few bad tests he had left his body less tolerant to hot foods and drinks. “I’m running a few errands. Not sure where to start really, I need to find some things.” 

He glanced at the list again. He needed Alby was organized, but the damned human wrote in code at times. “I think I may just turn in for the day, and work from home.” Then again it would be interesting to learn about a new person. “I don’t think we’re met before. Willhelm mueller.” Usually his hand would be extended to shake the other’s but instead a smile and nod were giving since the man’s hands were full.

[benji-quinn]

Something was coming. He wasn’t the most intuitive, but even he could smell it. Besides his nose picking up that lingering smell of sulfur here and there it was clear for the most part. Sometimes he would see something lurk in the shadows, something that had him hesitate slightly and turn the other way instead of giving into his curiosity. It made him uneasy, but as long as he could go about his daily life then there wasn’t much he could complain about it. 

After getting out of the hospital he felt like he had changed a bit. Like a part of him had been unlocked, and instead of shutting it back up again he kept it open. He was his own man- not one that should bend over backwards for his father, and he had Lucy to owe that development to. It made him feel a bit lighter now that his wounds were mostly healed. 

Benjamin was back to work within two weeks. He was still a bit slow and stiff, but other than that he was happy to be back at his shop. Some cleaning had to be done and for now he hired someone else to do the deliveries. There was a lot to sort through, but even he had to take a break every now and then. After hours of reading fine print he figured it would do him good to get some fresh air and something to drink. So he headed out onto the streets with an umbrella at hand. Rain was coming, he could smell it, and figured that it wouldn’t do any harm to be prepared. 

After he got a cup of coffee at Rise & Grind he went back outside to sip on it. Just then he started to undo the clasp around his umbrella, and lifted it right as the first drops of rain started to fall. It was held over the closest passerby’s head without a word since his lips were still over the edge of his cup. After a quick sip he cleared his throat a little and smiled. “Sorry, would’ve said something, but I was in mid drink there.” As he spoke he looked out where the rain fell, the pattering growing heavier and heavier until it started to pour. “Good thing this is big enough for two, hm?” He chimed before he returned to his drink again.

[cold-willhelm]

Will sighed as he noticed the rain cloud overhead. He had so much to do in such little time. Alby was gone and he hated it. The little human was more useful than he realized. his eyes focused on a list Alby left at the home, formerly known as Will’s basement. A to do list of sorts, yet most of it was done already besides checking on some wendigo getting his head in a pile of shit.

Something with a vampire? What a complete moron. As a leader he couldn’t let this stand. If they were to make a scene he would get too many eyes on him. Each wendigo needed to learn obedience to him. The next thing was finding the siren, Nathaniel, for another little pet. Would it be more like Griffin’s secretary? No, he didn’t befriend anyone. There were those that were tolerable, or interesting but after that others were just nobodies. It made him wonder what it would be like to feel. 

His train of thought was interrupted when he felt a rain drop hit his arm. As soon as he prepared for the rain, a shadow came over him. He turned seeing the owner of the umbrella and raised his brow.  Hearing the reply he shrugged. “I suppose. Isolon’s weather changes so much. Where are you headed?”

[ayako-nakahara-blog]

“I expected you to cover me in blood again.” Ayako huffed, she almost seemed disappointed that Will was not the slightest bit agitated in her. She liked seeing the wendigo riled up.

On the notion of him not making her the right hand and the idea that he thought he was doing a good job at performing made her break out into a loud sharp laugh. “Hah! You are so desperate to make me a wendigo. And I doubt you would have anyone better as right hand than me. Show? Don’t make me fuckin’ laugh, flesh-eater. Or should I say: Willie. That is the most hilarious thing you’ve said out of that cannibal mouth of yours,” she added, “Yeah I like being human - unlike all you immortals we don’t have any fucking cursed trait along with the unlimited age tag.”

“No - I’ve seen no giant dogs or some childish brat. What of it?” she snarled. What was this wendigo going on about?

[cold-willhelm]

“Sorry to not play on your biggest pet peeve. I can remedy that if you please.” The wendigo stopped beside the human looking her in the eye. His smirk melted away as she laughed and spoke as if he wanted her. humans. 

“Good, it seems he’s collecting trophies and you might want to avoid him. He’s attacked me, your siren pal, a warlock, now a faun and werewolf. I like the idea of violence but his mouth ruins it all.” He remembered snapping more than he normally would. devoid of anything. He loved it.

After she answered his question his hand clasped around her throat and pushed her to sit on the lap of the bloodied corpse. “Oops.” he stated flately as he let go and stepped back admiring her on another corpse. “You look beautiful right now, but you know what would be better? Blood.”

[ricky-micky-blog]

What had he got himself into? A hand reached around his neck and he held his necklace tightly again. Rick refused to have his lips anywhere near the callous fuck. He clenched his jaw and glared right into the other’s eyes without uttering a word. 

[cold-willhelm]

The other remained quiet, disregarding his order. As the other grabbed onto a necklace, Willhelm loosened his ring raising it up for the other to see. “I am three times this height with enhanced speed. Play that game if you must but imagine,” his other than waved at the mass of dancing creatures, “how many can I kill with just a few steps before you can stick one tiny antler in me. I’ve been stabbed with my own antlers. I can take another round of that.”

[cold-willhelm]

Will turned back to the man. Good. The drink was gone and another two were ordered but both were pushed toward the man now. “Alright, you’re my interest. Call me Willhelm.” Licking his lips he let out a small chirp to warn the man to watch his tone. “Give me a name to call you.”

[ricky-micky-blog]

“Rick. Ahm nae gonna say it’s a pleasure, or it’s nice tae meet ya. Because it ain’t. An’ ah have nae interest in knowin’ yer name.” Rick glanced over at the second glass and took it. He sipped this one slowly. 

[cold-willhelm]

"It doesn't have to be your pleasure. I'm concerned with my own right now. Drink up." His concerns were completely unpredictable right now. At this moment he was focused on breaking this guy. "Kiss me. Tongue and all, dear Rick." Another order, and he would be ready if the guy bit him. A hand raised behind his back freezing over.

[cold-willhelm]

“Yes it’s me. I have to keep an eye on you.” His eyes moved to Alby sending a shiver down the human’s spine. “Alby? Oh no he’s a very good pet. He’s proven his worth.” Signalling the human closer, Alby moved around Ayako giving her a wide berth before stopping beside Willhelm. Scars on his neck and shoulder were very apparent, and that was how the wendigo prefered it. “He’s learned very well Ayako. You know you could easily make someone like him.”

Picking up one of the corpse’s hand he looked at the wounds, admiring them really. “Remember when I tore your nails off Alby?” the human shivered bringing his hands together. “Yes, sir.” There was so much more that he did to the human, but this was the very first torture.

THe wendigo narrowed his eyes at Ayako. Three nicknames he didn’t much care for. “If you can’t talk to me normally then stick to flesh-eater. I didn’t miss you, in fact, I’ve had so much to deal with I haven’t thought about you till just now. Thomas disappeared and I’ve moved into his position. There was a fight but I burned the losers. Also, I was walking by, if you didn’t want interruption you should have found a place much more secure.”

[ayako-nakahara-blog]

“I’ll give you some advice. You know what would be even more useful - something immortal to have as a pet. These things can be so fragile - yes that includes myself. My strength is my mentality - this little thing is as good as dead. Watch - I’ll prove it.” Ayako unfastened the gun from a holster under her arm, shielded by her jacket and pressed it against the skull of the human and in a second the bullet escaped and lodged itself deep into the human’s brain. Blood splattered on the wendigo’s shirt. The human dropped to the floor, now entirely lifeless. 

“Flesh-eater now is a leader… I could have seen that coming… surprised you didn’t take the big boss on yourself… Anyway, perhaps I wanted someone insignificant to pass by and witness what I could do. Some frightened thing I could chase.” She calmly placed the gun back within her jacket and remained stagnant. “Got a right hand yet? Because do not look at me. As much as I’d love the power, I like my mortally feeble body right now. You may ask me to do the job when I am 30 and this body starts to go backward instead of forward.”

[cold-willhelm]

Alby had only a moment to blink as a cold muzzle pressed to his forehead. He didn't expect Will to save him. His life ended the moment the wendigo took him in. How? He didn't remember, just that a midnight stroll turned to him being tortured. One life of thousands meant nothing. One life to a sociopath meant another bug squashed. Sure he may have linked fond memories of Albert to the human, but it was no different than killing Alby himself when Ayako shot him. His hand did instinctively reach out to grab the human as if he would make his pet shake it off. Alby hung limply while Will held the man's wrist. Licking blood from his lips he looked at Ayako coming back from his thoughts of devouring the corpse. "Oh, sorry, was I supposed to react?" After dropping the lifeless pet Will began circling Ayako and the vampire body from a small dostance. "I wouldn't ask you to be my Right Hand even if you were a wendigo and I was near death. Thanks for thinking I would be so kind to you. Seems I've done good putting on my show for the world. Why you cling to your human frame baffles me, but it just makes you more interesting. Tell me, have you come across a giant dog, or a man with the mouth of a child?"

[cold-willhelm]

“Minimal.” he chuckled softly at this. That rule was lost on him. Oops. “Don’t worry I’m careful.” The human stood quietly waiting for his turn and finally the wendigo turned to him. “Should I head out to finish watching the wendigos?” Willhelm waved Alby away and shrugged. “Do as you please. Try not to die. Griffin, there are a few things i can report besides your secretary. The Right Hand to the sirens’ is under my thumb. Plus one of the hellhounds, the leader by the looks, is taking items from each species. For one my antlers, two, the Right hand’s scales, a warlock’s tattoo’s and his familiar’s tail. that’s only the beginning.”

[hawyeein]

He meant the minimal part, but knowing the two idiots he might as well handle their surveillance personally. Again he looked at the human, and could only fathom what Willhelm would do with the boy. Whatever it was it wasn’t of hsi concern. The news about a hellhound doing such things brought a long sigh from him as he started to rub his temple. “Very large hound with floppy ears, and talks like the most childish man you’ve ever met?” He asked as confirmation to just who this hellhound was.

[cold-willhelm]

Will turned his head. "You know of him already? Yes, I ran into him while the magic was turned off. Attempting to speak in that form to him only drew annoying remarks." He glanced his his nails wishing he had just gotten a taste of the mutt. "I did manage to get a rise out of him. Other than that I lost my antlers. No big loss, but it seems he's after everyone. Do you think you know why?"

[hawyeein]

Trained, was it? What the wendigo was doing on his own time with the human wasn’t a concern of his. As long as the other went by his rules then everything would be fine. “A secretary of sorts,” he replied with a soft sigh. “Whatever the two of you do isn’t of my concern. I just want your jobs done with minimal blood shed.”

[cold-willhelm]

“Minimal.” he chuckled softly at this. That rule was lost on him. Oops. “Don’t worry I’m careful.” The human stood quietly waiting for his turn and finally the wendigo turned to him. “Should I head out to finish watching the wendigos?” Willhelm waved Alby away and shrugged. “Do as you please. Try not to die. Griffin, there are a few things i can report besides your secretary. The Right Hand to the sirens’ is under my thumb. Plus one of the hellhounds, the leader by the looks, is taking items from each species. For one my antlers, two, the Right hand’s scales, a warlock’s tattoo’s and his familiar’s tail. that’s only the beginning.”

[hawyeein]

See this was how he liked to talk. Civil, understanding, with a lot of underlying threats that could only be heard by the tone and not the words. “You both work for me now so that does mean fighting each other is forbidden. I can’t have an eye on him all the time so do try your best to give him a little leeway.”

[cold-willhelm]

“Alright, I suppose I can move some things out of his way, but I’m not bending over for him.” Then again if the ghoul asked Willhelm was rarely one to say no when someone asked for such a thing. The human grabbed onto willhelm’s sleeve wanting to speak up but Will put a hand up. Now that he was less annoyed he’d respect the warlock’s wishes. “I’ve trained Alby, but he still has a ways to go. Anyway, what exactly will he be doing under you?” There may have been a few sexual under tones but he left that to the warlock to catch or not.