Diaval

[eyesoftheveil]

Alexander’s brows shot up at the sympathy he could read in the other man’s eyes “…thanks. I can’t remember my mother. And I was just a boy when the old man burned out.” He gave the other man’s hand an annoyed glance when he kept touching himself “so I am getting…ready to sex things up to spill out energy when a certain type of creature comes near?”

He tried not to look at what Diaval was doing with his hand “Were my ancestors made just to be used like that?” he frowned at the idea “a rechargeable, self lubing battery?” he growled the words, getting pissed off at the idea. His powers had always been this double-edged sword for him. He knew he was good at what he did, one of the best in his field and he knew Sam was proud to call him his shaman.  He could do amazing things, but he’d also done horrible things. He kept people safe, he had saved so many, but he’d also gotten his loved ones killed.  

And though many had tried to use him, no one had succeeded, nor had they taken his powers from him. The idea of picking between being used or dying because he could not contain what was living inside of him made him furious “yeah. Real fucking clever.” He sat up, his knees pulling to his chest, “so what the fuck am I supposed to do about this?”

[just-your-average-sun-god]

Diaval smiled a bit. "I never really had what you would call a 'doting' parent or a parent really who ever gave a shit about me. I was birthed out of... necessity or something. Not entirely sure." Though he did note the other's annoyance at him, raising an eyebrow and moved his hand away from his still hard length that now lay against one leg.

"No, they were made to be the counter balance to demons," he said softly. "They absorbed the excess magic in the world so that the demons could not harvest it for themselves and become more powerful and throw the world out of balance. They were able to be a conduit for the excess magic and through rituals that long ago were forgotten, return it to the ether of the void." He propped himself up to look at the other male, tipping his head. "When the demons discovered they could use their own magic to draw the magic out of your ancestors by force well... they became the ideal mate for demons."

"I am sorry if this upsets you," he said softly, sitting up as well. "You must discover a way to release the excess magic that you absorb... safely. You cannot exude it back into the world around you, not in a way that is great enough to have any kind of a difference on the buildup within you. There are some magical items that could do it for you, stones that draw on magical energy, talismans... or several powerful beings that could drain it from you as well. As I did."

[eyesoftheveil]

Alexander’s brows shot up at the sympathy he could read in the other man’s eyes “…thanks. I can’t remember my mother. And I was just a boy when the old man burned out.” He gave the other man’s hand an annoyed glance when he kept touching himself “so I am getting…ready to sex things up to spill out energy when a certain type of creature comes near?”

He tried not to look at what Diaval was doing with his hand “Were my ancestors made just to be used like that?” he frowned at the idea “a rechargeable, self lubing battery?” he growled the words, getting pissed off at the idea. His powers had always been this double-edged sword for him. He knew he was good at what he did, one of the best in his field and he knew Sam was proud to call him his shaman.  He could do amazing things, but he’d also done horrible things. He kept people safe, he had saved so many, but he’d also gotten his loved ones killed.  

And though many had tried to use him, no one had succeeded, nor had they taken his powers from him. The idea of picking between being used or dying because he could not contain what was living inside of him made him furious “yeah. Real fucking clever.” He sat up, his knees pulling to his chest, “so what the fuck am I supposed to do about this?”

[just-your-average-sun-god]

"I myself know what it's like to be on your own like that," Diaval revealed quietly, watching the wolf, though he laughed softly. "Yes, that would be the use for such a... talent," he stated with a smirk. "Though it's not, as I demonstrated, necessary for the release, it is much more enjoyable, and takes less effort on both parts..." He tilted his head slightly as he asked about his ancestors.

"They were made to be the perfect mates. Your ancestors complimented their mates, provided them with the power needed to defend territories and families." He shrugged slightly. "Mostly for demons, though others could also mate with them, and yes, while some of your ancestors were mistreated... most were loved and coveted. A demon would die to defend his, or her, mate. Because that power, normally, requires the mate to give it willingly. I was able to take it from you because it was building up so much, it was a floodgate waiting to burst."

Diaval watched the other male get upset and sit up, pulling his knees to his chest and tipped his head slightly, still stroking himself leisurely. "That depends entirely on you. Like I said, most people couldn't just come up and take your power like I did. I'm a god, and a fairly old one at that... but what I did, I did to save your life, nothing else. I don't like seeing other's suffer." He shivered just a bit as he felt himself nearing his end. "I'll be glad to help you out whenever you need it, if you so wish. No strings..." He hummed softly in pleasure, eyes sliding shut.

[eyesoftheveil]

The winter had been long and the summer cold and short in their part of Norway, though August had brought them some longed-for heat it still didn't make for a good harvest. The redcurrant bushes he'd planted up in the clearing of the little patch of the forest he'd claimed for himself carried just enough berries that he'd have a good storage of jam, but he wouldn't be selling any to the neighbors this year. He had filled several buckets that morning, his work coming to a finish just as the crisp chill of September morning slowly yielded to the autumn sun.

The grass was still a bit wet from the rain the night before yet he couldn't resist the temptation to undress and lie down among the flowers to soak in the sun. The moment he stretched out he was connected to the lands, the spirits of nature brushing his skin, flowing through his body to whisper to him about times long gone. He had seen whispers of Sam's past in these lands, seen a much younger version of the alpha growing up in this valley. And though the landscape was much different now the mountains were the same, the spirits were the same. Sam did not remember anymore, but the lands did, and so Alex did too.

He smiled to himself as they soothed away the constant burn in his blood, letting him escape himself for a few moments while they embraced him. Instead of the churning of power that kept building and burning him, he could feel the chilled drops of water in the grass where they touched his skin. He could smell the forest around him, all the plants and the animals that made this their home. One moment the birds where chirping angrily at him for taking so many berries, the next moment they were completely silent as something entered the clearing. The sun seemed to shine brighter, warming his skin deliciously, distracting him away from reacting to whatever had broken the peace. Dark blue eyes fluttered open, his head turning lazily when someone settled beside him.

@just-your-average-sun-god

[just-your-average-sun-god]

Diaval smirked slightly as he watched the other male try and regain his composure before frowning at the statement that his parents were dead. "Ah. That is a tragedy. I am sorry for your loss. I understand it is difficult to lose those that you consider close family." Even if he himself had never really experienced that sort of loss before. He had no one he considered 'close' family. His brothers were both assholes who remained in their own domains with little care for himself, and he had no parents to speak of. He had a creator who was definitely not the most sensitive of beings.

"Yes, if your father did not find the appropriate outlet, he would have been killed by it. Just as you would. Or will." Diaval tipped his head a bit, still stroking his length leisurely without any cares in the world. Even as the man's eyes darted down to the actions and then he laaughed softly as he reached down to investigate the source of fluid beneath him. "No, I did not. That is a natural response that your body has to expending that energy. It should happen automatically when in the presence of the one you are compatible with..." He chuckled softly at the thought. "The power exchange that just happened is much... easier, more pleasurable, during sex."

He continued his own administrations on his cock, humming softly. "It was pleasure like this as well, but I had to expend my own energy, work to draw the power out of you. During sex, it is automatic. The power bleeds from you freely." He smiled at the brush of his arm as he sat up. "What you are there is no word for in any modern language..." He pursed his lips. "I think the closest translation is 'demon mate'," he stated simply. "The power inside of you, that boils until it hurts? You collect it from the world around you... and then a demon, or a god, can then draw the power out of you, increasing their own power. Your kind were considered exceptionally valuable... unfortunately, I think most of your kind died out."

He tipped his head slightly. "You have managed the build up thus far. But I'm sure even you felt that you wouldn't have been able to contain it much longer..." he stated matter-of-factly. "Greetings, Alexander. I have had many names throughout the ages, but you may call me Diaval." He smiled slightly as he watched him before he released his still-erect cock and rolled onto his stomach on the grass, peering up at the other male. "So - you're a werewolf. That makes sense. The werewolf wards would shield most demons from your scent and your aura. Clever creatures, werewolves..."

[eyesoftheveil]

He cried out when the other male touched him, his skin burning with the touch, more power flaring up in answer. He had fought for so long to hold it all back, building dams to keep it trapped, fighting every day not to burn out. The moment the creature touched him every dam burst, his body arching up sharply. He wanted so many things so much it hurt him, the most primal part of him coming to the forefront.

The kiss when it finally came was like water to a man dying of thirst, an animal growl muffling out, his arms slinging around the being, pressing as close as he was able to come. Fear flashed through him when the powers that had built up burst out of him, thinking this was the end of him. But it didn’t burn him or hurt him, instead of turning on him like it had in the past it poured out. A long drawn out moan muffled against the other male’s lips.

His eyes fluttered open, the black draining out of them, the dark blue showing again as he squinted up at the being. A god? Angel? His brows drew down as he tried to put him in the right box, looking distracted. “Yes…” he blinked a few times, his mind finally clear enough that he could think coherently “ thank you?” his hips shifted down, a groan nearly escaping him. He felt oddly…slick in places he was pretty sure he shouldn’t be. Had he soiled himself? “oh gods….did I….I’m so sorry.”

[just-your-average-sun-god]

Diaval watched as the man's eyes returned to normal and he stated that he was feeling better and thanked him. He chuckled softly. "You're more than welcome. He shifted back enough so that he could look down at him, raising an eyebrow at him. "You should not have let it build up so much... your parents should have taught you this, little one." He shifted off of the wolf's form at this point, laying on one side, propping his head up to look at the other.

"What are you sorry for? You did nothing wrong." He reached down then, and casually began to stroke the very prominant erection that lay against one leg, not seeming in the least to be shy or ashamed of it as he watched the other. "I have to admit, it's been quite a few centuries since I've seen one of your kind around. I thought you'd all died out. Taken to the Void by demons or worse..." he added matter-of-factly. "Much longer and all that build up would have killed you... it's easier to expel it during sex of course, but... you were practically mad with the Power, and I'm not exactly the kind who fucks people who are too drunk to remember their own name..."

He smirked a bit. "I'm Diaval, by the way... what's yours?"

[eyesoftheveil]

Sun kissed||Diaval.

The winter had been long and the summer cold and short in their part of Norway, though August had brought them some longed-for heat it still didn’t make for a good harvest. The redcurrant bushes he’d planted up in the clearing of the little patch of the forest he’d claimed for himself carried just enough berries that he’d have a good storage of jam, but he wouldn’t be selling any to the neighbors this year. He had filled several buckets that morning, his work coming to a finish just as the crisp chill of September morning slowly yielded to the autumn sun.

The grass was still a bit wet from the rain the night before yet he couldn’t resist the temptation to undress and lie down among the flowers to soak in the sun. The moment he stretched out he was connected to the lands, the spirits of nature brushing his skin, flowing through his body to whisper to him about times long gone. He had seen whispers of Sam’s past in these lands, seen a much younger version of the alpha growing up in this valley. And though the landscape was much different now the mountains were the same, the spirits were the same. Sam did not remember anymore, but the lands did, and so Alex did too.

He smiled to himself as they soothed away the constant burn in his blood, letting him escape himself for a few moments while they embraced him. Instead of the churning of power that kept building and burning him, he could feel the chilled drops of water in the grass where they touched his skin. He could smell the forest around him, all the plants and the animals that made this their home. One moment the birds where chirping angrily at him for taking so many berries, the next moment they were completely silent as something entered the clearing. The sun seemed to shine brighter, warming his skin deliciously, distracting him away from reacting to whatever had broken the peace. Dark blue eyes fluttered open, his head turning lazily when someone settled beside him.

@just-your-average-sun-god

[just-your-average-sun-god]

Boredom was something that Diaval never tolerated. He was a god, for fucks sake, he didn’t have to sit around all day and be bored out of his goddamned mind. But sometimes, humans were so… dull. So his attention turned to other things, as his mind wandered, he caught on to the thoughts of someone - quiet peculiar. Not human. Not vampire. And with an energy signal that he hadn’t detected in centuries. He had to check it out. So upon finding the source of the mental voice, he was quite pleased by what he saw.

And felt.

One of his kind was rare these days. A rare thing indeed. He wasn’t a full blood, but it was enough that Diaval could sense the energy stores within him. He descended from the sky, landing soundlessly in the grass. He too was completely bare, eyes a warm, inviting blue, long hair dusting his shoulders. He reclined back on the grass onto his elbows, tippins his head back and enjoying the cool breeze that rustled through the trees. The wildlife sensed him now, and so did the man beside of him. He could feel those eyes turning towards him, so he turned his own head over to look at him.

“A lovely day for inner reflections, isn’t it?” he asked conversationally, as if they were old friends that were continuing a conversation where they’d left off rather than two complete strangers naked in a field of flowers basking in the sunlight. His eyes glinted a bit, seeming brighter, and upon inspection, one would note that they matched the color of the sky that day perfectly, as if the sky itself were trapped in his irises.

[eyesoftheveil]

A shudder went through him as the creature registered fully as if he’d only been half there until he spoke. His heart beat faster, his body heating as the calm he’d achieved melted away, the fire inside of him flaring up worse than it ever had in his life. His eyes turned black, the white in his eyes slowly turning black as well, a low growl sounding as he stretched. His skin tingled all over, the breeze feeling insanely good when it brushed over his body.

He couldn’t think of anything but the creature beside him and the things happening in his body, feeling awake for the first time in his life as cells shifted around, waking from their slumber. He wanted this man desperately, wanted him to reach out and touch him, instinct telling him he shouldn’t be the one to make that move.

His powers reached, flaring up and bursting out without making contact, a whine sounding as he stretched more. The part of him that was still Alex was trying to regain control, trying to move away. He knew this couldn’t be good, but he couldn’t regain control for the life of him “nnnh….what…what is happening?”

[just-your-average-sun-god]

Diaval could sense it, feel it's power growing as the youth arched towards him, his magic flaring out, seeking, and Diaval moaned softly as he felt it caressing him. Yes, so entoxicating. Centuries since he'd met another of this breed. He pushed himself onto his elbow, watching the male, tilting his head as he watched him war with himself. He laughed softly, thinking it quite comical until the words came out of his mouth. Oh the poor creature.

"Oh, my... is this your first time, little one?" He reached out, lightly running his fingers across Alex's cheek gently. "It must be. So much pent up energy..." He shifted then, moving over Alex, easily pressing his knees between Alex's thighs to part them as he supported his weight over the other male, leaning over him. "I will be kind. Your parents should have explained these things to you..." How irresponsible, to leave this youngling with his power blossoming over and not telling him the risks that it might attract. He reached out, touching the side of Alex's neck and jaw, cradling his head with his fingers as he leaned in and kissed him.

But it was more than just a kiss. He reached into the boy beneath him, moaning as the energy assaulted him, rubbing his hips down against Alex's as his arousal grew, brimming, boiling, his own skin even heating up a bit, his eyes closing as he let the young one's energy sweep over him, into him, absorbing it. Of course, he could take it the easier way, without having to expend his own energy in the process, but this boy was obviously not sure what was going on. There was so much energy, how old was he? Had he never been drained before? Reckless. So very... very reckless.

He pulled from the kiss, his eyes opening and now were swirling pools of light that were almost blinding to look at, as if looking directly into the sun. "Tell me... is that better?"

[just-your-average-sun-god]

Diaval Solis

I am Diaval Solis, or Diaval of the Sun. Here are a few fun facts about me - curious for more, ask me. I’m fairly laid back as far as gods go.

Name: Diaval (Though I have had others, Sol, Apollo, Ra - I prefer Diaval) Race: God Age: Almost as Old as Time (Don’t get me started on him. -_-) Appearance: Blond haired, blue-eyed, and rather fit if I do say so myself. And I’m fond of the beard and mustache look. Hobbies: Anything physical... and outdoors. I love being outside and getting down and dirty with the world. Hiking, surfing, rock-climbing, love it all. 

[eyesoftheveil]

Sun kissed||Diaval.

The winter had been long and the summer cold and short in their part of Norway, though August had brought them some longed-for heat it still didn’t make for a good harvest. The redcurrant bushes he’d planted up in the clearing of the little patch of the forest he’d claimed for himself carried just enough berries that he’d have a good storage of jam, but he wouldn’t be selling any to the neighbors this year. He had filled several buckets that morning, his work coming to a finish just as the crisp chill of September morning slowly yielded to the autumn sun.

The grass was still a bit wet from the rain the night before yet he couldn’t resist the temptation to undress and lie down among the flowers to soak in the sun. The moment he stretched out he was connected to the lands, the spirits of nature brushing his skin, flowing through his body to whisper to him about times long gone. He had seen whispers of Sam’s past in these lands, seen a much younger version of the alpha growing up in this valley. And though the landscape was much different now the mountains were the same, the spirits were the same. Sam did not remember anymore, but the lands did, and so Alex did too.

He smiled to himself as they soothed away the constant burn in his blood, letting him escape himself for a few moments while they embraced him. Instead of the churning of power that kept building and burning him, he could feel the chilled drops of water in the grass where they touched his skin. He could smell the forest around him, all the plants and the animals that made this their home. One moment the birds where chirping angrily at him for taking so many berries, the next moment they were completely silent as something entered the clearing. The sun seemed to shine brighter, warming his skin deliciously, distracting him away from reacting to whatever had broken the peace. Dark blue eyes fluttered open, his head turning lazily when someone settled beside him.

@just-your-average-sun-god

[just-your-average-sun-god]

Boredom was something that Diaval never tolerated. He was a god, for fucks sake, he didn't have to sit around all day and be bored out of his goddamned mind. But sometimes, humans were so... dull. So his attention turned to other things, as his mind wandered, he caught on to the thoughts of someone - quiet peculiar. Not human. Not vampire. And with an energy signal that he hadn't detected in centuries. He had to check it out. So upon finding the source of the mental voice, he was quite pleased by what he saw.

And felt.

One of his kind was rare these days. A rare thing indeed. He wasn't a full blood, but it was enough that Diaval could sense the energy stores within him. He descended from the sky, landing soundlessly in the grass. He too was completely bare, eyes a warm, inviting blue, long hair dusting his shoulders. He reclined back on the grass onto his elbows, tippins his head back and enjoying the cool breeze that rustled through the trees. The wildlife sensed him now, and so did the man beside of him. He could feel those eyes turning towards him, so he turned his own head over to look at him.

"A lovely day for inner reflections, isn't it?" he asked conversationally, as if they were old friends that were continuing a conversation where they'd left off rather than two complete strangers naked in a field of flowers basking in the sunlight. His eyes glinted a bit, seeming brighter, and upon inspection, one would note that they matched the color of the sky that day perfectly, as if the sky itself were trapped in his irises.