Cursed Immortals

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adrenalineascending​:

Her mouth opened to say something akin to he shouldn’t feel insecure about it being small, size isn’t everything…until she saw him reaching for the other drawer. All anger dropped from her face a moment, eyes widening, but it was too late to stop him…even if she knew how to. Her eyes remained on the drawer until they jerked up with a glare at the bite comment. A deep inhale moved her chest and shoulders, a desperate attempt to keep calm and clearheaded as he finally took a look down. Couldn’t afford to get emotional. Emotions made people sloppy and sloppy hunters got themselves killed. It did nothing to help the flush of her cheeks though.

Don’t engage. Don’t tell him to shove it up his ass…the fucker probably would.

Baron had a fairly extensive assortment in differing lengths and thicknesses (all in red, black or a gradient of both) but the majority of her collection were large, flare based and from the fantasy collection of her favourite shops. She kept them all together with a few harnesses for easy access when she had far more welcome company.

“Hasn’t an ancient…whatever you are…got anything better to do? Or are you so disliked that the only company you could think of to pass the time with was me?”

Nox took a moment to savor the expression on Baron’s face. The scent that rolled off her now with the continued flush that marked her. He went so far as to lean toward her incrementally and inhale deeply before letting out a sound that was somewhere between a purr and a growl. Turning his attention back to the assorted toys he eyed them critically as his amusement continued to grow.  He stilled at her question and actually seemed to contemplate his answer for a moment. “I suppose I could run along and do my duties. Kill untold thousands by the hour and turn those who survive the onslaught into killers themselves. Say the word Baron dear, and I’ll bring the apocalypse to your doorstep.” He turned to face her leaning against the side of the dresser, “As for the rest of that nonsense... come now. I’m cute as a button, who wouldn’t like me?” As he said the last he gave the woman a smile that was all teeth, both sets of his fangs on full display. It was a wicked expression, one that even his human guise, didn’t entirely hide the predatory nature behind it.  “Back to the matter at hand.” He tipped a finger toward the drawer and canted his head, “For someone who seems so poised to hate me you certainly have a fascination with members that are decidedly inhuman. Care to share the story behind that little gem?” 

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adrenalineascending​:

Her eyes tracked him as she fought the rigidity creeping over her. Baron’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowing, as Nox meandered about her bedroom. It was a display of power, no matter how discreet, that he could come into a hunter’s home and turn his back to her…perfectly at ease. While she didn’t appreciate his attitude, his distracted state did give her the courage to steal a glance down at her bedside table. There was a loaded gun in the drawer…silver bullets in that one if she recalled correctly. Her attention flicked back to him as he spoke and almost instantly felt heat flush up from her chest to burn her cheeks. “Is it standard fare for you to rifle through women’s underwear or are you looking for something in your size?” She growled back, thankful at least that he hadn’t opened the drawer to the left containing a few toys she’d rather not have a conversation about with…what ever the fuck he was.

Nox listened to the hunter’s body, the building pressure in her veins and the quickening of her heart. They were the subtle sort of deviations one could come to expect from the variety of humanity that lived a life of constant struggle. No, he could not dance to the beat Baron’s heart... not yet at least. When her words sounded however he turned to look over his shoulder at her and his amusement grew. The flush on her features drew a look into his crimson hues that was decidedly inhuman. Embarrassment, anger, or lust he delighted in them all; it made the little mortals smell exquisite when their blood ran so close to the surface.  When his mind settled enough that the content of her words actually settled he wrinkled his nose in mock incredulity, “Red is my color, but it is a bit small I fear.” As he spoke back toward her he hooked his claws into the next drawer and tugged it open. “You told me to entertain myself. Better I do that at the expense of your belongings than your flesh.... Unless of course you are offering up a bite, though somehow I doubt that.” He turned his attention back on the dresser and his brows jumped up almost to his hair line. He turned to her once more his voice growing so thick with sarcasm that nothing else remained. “Oh, oh my. How often do you play doctor with those?” 

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Continued from Here @adrenalineascending​ Nox stared blankly for several long moments before rolling his shoulders in what might have been a shrug. “Jesus really has very little to do with me. I’m older besides.” As he spoke he turned his back on the woman and went wandering about the room. She had told him to entertain himself, which really had been a terrible mistake. The creature took the words as leave to do as he wished and chaotic as his mind was there was no telling where that might lead. Claw tipped digits toyed with the drawers of a dresser before he slid it open and began to poke through the fabric inside. Eventually he lifted up what he had found, a smirk dancing across his features, “Is this standard fare or do you have a hot date coming up?” 

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selfcritic​:

Freya’s mortal mind couldn’t adhere to the words spewing from his foreign tongue. His words forming an instinctive chuckle of disbelief from her painted lips. Society had her in disbelief that his words were nothing more than an elaborate tale. An author to strange world beyond his head, but the way she looked at him… maybe she believed. “And if I decline?” she asked, a small ounce of confidence spewing from the shattered seams of her usual headstrong personality. There was no mistaking the strange aura that shrouded him, the way he looked her up and down like she was nothing but a treat terrified her, but she couldn’t break herself away from his gaze. “You frightened— frighten me.” she stated truthfully her heels pulling her backwards creating a distance needed between them. However she couldn’t bring herself to run, to turn away or even look away. Fearing it would be the last thing she would ever do if she did.

Nox paused for a moment at her question, his red eyes playing over her slowly. There was no denying that the intent behind that stare was one of appraisal. “You’d forfeit the decision to me. A rather bold move given you know nothing about me. I’ll admit freely that I’m a bit power hungry however, so you’ll garner some brownie points in the maneuver.”  The last admission brought a twisted amusement to his handsome visage. There was genuine joy at the taste of those words. “I should frighten you. I’m the creature monsters warn their children of in bedtime stories.” 

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selfcritic​:

Freya’s feet moved quickly, the unshakable fear the man had given her just on passing had her eager to find safety in her bed. A small ounce of relief hit her racing heart as she turned the corner, but the moment she found herself breathing a sigh of relief he was there again. Pale hues widened with disbelief. Halting her in her tracks to seek out the bench she had just passed. Was she going mad? or had this already happened? The comprehension on her thoughts had unlocked a terror beading in a form of sweat on her forehead. “P-pardon?” she croaked, rubbing her brow gazing once more at the empty bench just beyond the bend. Maybe she was sick and it was all a hallucination but she knew in her gut that there was something far more sinister going on here. “Did you…? did you—? how?” she asked, completely unable to comprehend the possibility that he had beat her here without her ever seeing him pass.

“Pardon you for what exactly? Your lack of decorum earlier? I suppose I could let it slide, though I would impart with that forgiveness the importance of making a good first impression.” The creature’s words were accented in an ancient tongue. It danced in the night air between them and spoke of era’s past to his own ear, though without an extensive understanding it likely only seemed exotic to his chosen prey. When the stuttering questions came he felt his grin grow, his tone taking on a coy note, “Would you believe it if I told you I were a hell beast created for the soul purpose of devastating your race beyond recognition?” The edge of sarcasm in his voice left something to be desired, namely the validity of truth. Was he mad or making some joke in poor taste? Worse, what if he was telling the truth? Nox’s stature and porcelain complexion certainly lent him an alien air. It was the vibrant red hue of his eyes, the gentle flicker of light in their depths, that was truly otherworldly. Those gleaming jewels focused intently on Freya as he continued, “Perhaps you’d like to make amends for your earlier transgression? Take a seat and we can discuss the particulars of your destruction. I’ve been known to be reasonable once or twice in the past.” 

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selfcritic​:

Digits danced through the darkness, tugging the denim tighter around her. She was alone again, making life choices that turned her down this path. She could have taken the safer route, the slightly longer route home, but she had ignored her intuition. Opting for the quickest route home. Pale skin grew near blue as she pressed her ice white fingers into her sleep deprived hues. Was this going to become another night where she would aimlessly dangle herself at the edge of fate. Everything happened for a reason, whether good or bad, she just had to find that reason to sleep at least for tonight. Pale hues scanned the park, seeing the usual late night dog walkers, over time she had come up with an elaborate story for one couple in particular. A story which involved rubber duck paintings and an obsessive collection of garden gnomes. Anything that entertained her while she walked was enough to bring a smile to her lips. Freya’s smile soon vanished, the dark figure comfortably spreading out across the bench sent a shiver of fear and regret down her spine. Why did she walk this way? the repeated thought screamed within as her pace quickened. Faster her feet carried her yet she felt like she was walking slower than ever. The simple chime of his voice made the flame haired beauty jump in response. The fight or flight instinct taking hold as she walked faster near strangling herself with the jacket she pulled tighter around her.

There was a distinct impulse that clenched at the heart of all creatures fanged and clawed alike. The need to chase something that ran. No matter how domesticated the beast, that predatory instinct reigned true. Nox was no exception to the rule so when the girl jumped and quickened her pace he felt that familiar yearning dance to the forefront of his spinning thoughts. A shame really for the poor soul that he had such a proclivity for cruelty in these matters. The smirk on his lips shifted, contorting his angelic features in equal parts mischief and amusement. Tilting his head back the creature listened to the flutter of Freya’s heart against her rib cage tapping his clawed digits along the back of the bench to the staccato beat. He remained there for a time, waiting patiently as her feet carried her away a stride at a time. It was only when she was nearing a bend in the path that he came to life. An explosion of preternatural speed washed over him and his legs carried him faster than the mortal eye could track. He moved tracelessly through the night before striking a near identical pose to the one he had only just occupied at the next bench along the path shortly before the woman would arrive. As she came into view he arched a raven brow at her, “I thought you fiery types were meant to be feisty? I’ve seen rabbits less timid.” 

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Nox stretched out along the back of the park bench. He took up a surprisingly large space, given that he was only a single man. He doubted anyone cared at this late hour and in truth he was more skeptical that anyone who might find the casual lounging offensive would say anything. He was large to begin with, but the creature made no effort to keep his strange nature hidden. What was the point after all? Nothing could be done to him. The man’s crimson hues danced about the grounds drinking in the moon bathed landscape. There was a simple pleasure in the beauty of nature that could be so profound in its intensity. He took a deep breath before releasing it once more slowly. He watched the occasional passerby with dull but unabashed interest. A snack maybe? A distraction perhaps? A slow smile tugged at his lips at the thought and revealed his pronounced canines in the process. It was an odd mixture of smug satisfaction and predatory glee. What must they think of him? Halloween come early. As yet another hastened their pace past his perch he rounded his gaze on them with all the lazy enthusiasm of a dozing lion before speaking. 

“Boo.”

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@red-eyes-minnie​

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“I’m well aware of how the passage of time works. I’m stronger now than I was then.” The words came slowly as though he were talking to a toddler though at her next remark he couldn’t help the hint of mischief that played on his growing smile, “Now there is an idea. It would certainly help to pass the time and I imagine you would find it more difficult to speak with your mouth full... yes, lets do that. I don’t like being trapped at all.” Nox peered around the little den with it’s black out curtains and the varying other night dwelling species that were caught up for the day. 

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axtolatry​:

[Text to: demon dick] I’m almost insulted enough not to give you one at all [Text to: demon dick] Almost [Text to: demon dick] Image attached

[Text to: Tiny PAWG] Alex, my one true love, I’d know that perky little ass anywhere!

[Text to: Tiny PAWG] Is that a more appropriate response?

[Text to: Tiny PAWG] How is my favorite little sinner? Speaking of, do you still have your old school uniform?

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adrenalineascending​:

Polite? Her eyes narrowed, giving a strong jerk on her bindings, body managing to move forward a few inches before the rope bit into her. Polite her ass. Just because he hadn’t eaten her yet he expected her to be civil? If she was going out she was hardly going to make it pleasant for him. She leaned back against the beam, ropes giving way those couple inches.

“It was also initially used in farming…but I’ve no plans of attending any tractor conventions in the near future. It gets the job done.” She didn’t care if she had to learn how to move like them, fight like them, hell if she had to howl at the moon, as long as they ended up dead. A burst of air huffed from her nose as she continued her glare, a crooked sneer forming shortly after. “This is America, land of the lawsuit. If he owes you…go to the police.” By the end, sarcasm dripped from each word. Probably not the wisest thing to antagonize him but sarcasm was her default defense mechanism…and there was no way she was giving up her patient or taking on his debt just because some self-important ancient bastard told her to. 

Again his smile shown in the gloom. It was all teeth, pearly and gleaming with a sinister delight that seemed to glide over the expression smoothly. “I doubt the American judicial system would deal in something as esoteric as the soul trade. If it were only so easy as that. Imagine it, my sitting at a board meeting with a nice mulled wine and a perky little redhead rather than here with you.” Nox inhaled deeply and let it all out in a rush, making a show of it. When his red hues settled back on Baron they were amused, but he seemed almost apologetic. “You seem familiar with the practice of appropriating tools to suit the job. I’d like to not do that here Doctor. My toolbox is vast and largely unpleasant.” The creature gave her a meaningful look. It didn’t matter how it ended. Nox would have what was owed to him and he knew it well. “You don’t know this man. You will lose something of yourself if you do not help me take back what he has stolen from me. This is the last time I will ask kindly. Please, tell me where he is or the last known location he resided at?” 

[meiselr]

Archetype Inspirations | King of the Incubus

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axtolatry​:

[Text to: demon dick] damn is my ass really that forgetable? how dare 

[Text to: potty mouth] Send me a picture of your ass and I’ll let you know.

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@axtolatry

[Text to:???] New number, who dis?