glory and gore

[khanivorc]

  I don't want your money, I don't want your crown    

                                                                              see I've come to

                                                        → burn your kingdom down                                    

↳ Basics

Name: Liliana Solar

Age: 32

Species: Werewolf

Occupation: Alpha of the Revenant pack and owner of the Lunette bar

Sexuality: Bi

Relationship Status: Single

Personality Traits: Ruthless, Strategic, Manipulative, Decisive, Cold blooded, Territorial

↳ Biography (tw: death, violence)

Liliana Solar was never meant to survive, let alone lead. Born the youngest of five to the Solar Dynasty — a wealthy, politically untouchable bloodline whose fortune came from controlling lands and trade routes. She was raised in luxury but kept at arm’s length. Her older siblings were groomed for power, but Liliana was too blunt, and too wild. Too difficult to polish into a perfect heir.

The Solars prided themselves on their lineage, claiming it stretched back to the first wolves to take human shape. Their werewolf blood was a weapon and a birthright, a tool for dominance in supernatural politics. Liliana inherited the same predatory instincts, but never learned to temper them with diplomacy, which made her both dangerous and unpredictable in the eyes of her family.

When her father died, the will carved her out entirely. Worse, her siblings accused her of orchestrating his death, framing her for an assassination attempt against the Solar patriarch. Without any mercy, they exiled her where the land itself tried to kill her. She was left with nothing but her wolf and her rage.

There, she was forced to fight for every day she stayed alive. Liliana’s werewolf strength and cunning kept her breathing, but the scars she carried were proof of how close she came to dying. By the time she clawed her way back to stability, she was no longer the unwanted youngest daughter of the Solar family. She was something else entirely.

Years later, she found the Revenant Pack — a volatile collective of wolves. Their trials were brutal, and their loyalty hard to earn. Liliana bled, fought, and endured until she earned the Eye mark on her neck. She climbed the ranks without any mercy, watching her rivals fall until she was ready to take the Alpha seat in a fight that left the ground red.

Her rise was written in the blood of her enemies.

Long before her name was known, she led a strike deep into contested territory, where a bloody ambush on a supply run left only one survivor: Izara Levine. The ambush was fast and brutal. It shattered Izara's team. Bodies were torn apart not to hide the evidence, but to force retrieval; to make the humans wade into dangerous ground just to gather the pieces of their own. Liliana knew the humans would either risk more lives retrieving their dead or let them rot. Either way, the blow would cut deep.

Liliana bit the girl, knowing the wound would carry far more weight than a clean death. It would mark her as changed, divide her from her old life, and serve as a living reminder of the carnage. Izara’s survival was a message carved in flesh. A reminder to the humans of what waited for them in the dark.

Now, the only thing she had under her name, was The Lunette. Inheritance from her grandfather. It was built decades before the wars, its walls absorbing blast after blast, repelling destruction like a fortress. The bar’s reputation as neutral ground kept it standing when entire territories fell to ash.

But Liliana was no pacifist. Where her grandfather welcomed all, she drew lines in blood. Her wolves were the greatest, and if an outsider wanted shelter within her walls, they had to swear themselves to her pack. What was once a beacon of unity became a citadel for her own people.

She trusted only what can be tested. She didn't believe in fate or bloodlines — only survival, and power taken by force. And she had no intention of being anyone’s prey.

Wanted Connections

THE BETRAYERS // Her four older siblings. Born of the same bloodline, the same werewolf dynasty and the same venom. They framed her for their father’s death, stripped her name from the will, and exiled her. Maybe they believe their own lie. Maybe they just couldn’t risk the truth. If they ever stood in the same room again, the floor would run red.

THE LOYAL ONE // The wolf who's her right hand. Being the one she trusts the most among her pack members, means cutting ties, burning bridges, and swearing yourself to her rules. She doesn’t forgive disloyalty, but she rewards devotion tenfold. To be hers is to be untouchable, as long as you don’t cross her.

OLD BLOOD // A wolf who knew her grandfather, when the bar was a sanctuary for all packs. They remember the man who believed unity was worth dying for. And they see in Liliana everything he stood against. They could be a thorn in her side or the only person who still makes her doubt herself.

THE RIVAL ALPHA // Another pack leader who wants what’s hers — the bar, the territory, the wolves. They don’t just want to take it, they want to humiliate her in the process. It’s only a matter of time before the challenge is made, and when it is, only one of them will be standing.

[curseaddendum]

-open starter, limited [ 0 / 3 ] Viridity Crossing, Onyx Peak; dawn

During the night shift there was only one guard at Ophelia’s door, too easy to slip past with a simple distraction and her newfound stealth. They were getting used to her lack of presence, but there were still times when she remained invisible.

She had considered her options for a total of ten minutes, and despite the commotion that her unauthorized field trip would cause, the possible benefits outweighed any repercussions. A lot had happened recently and not doing anything—not being allowed to—could drive even the soulless crazy. In her own particular way.

Breaking out wasn’t easy or fast, but she had more patience than ever before. After all, she was doing it for humanity’s sake. No one was harmed; she simply waited for the right moment to evade security. And by dawn, she was all the way in Onyx Peak, about to cross the bridge that brought her closer to her objective. The morning fog matched her veiled eyes, covering the stone like a cool blanket. It was hard to see anything, but as she silently walked forward, a the back of a figure became more discernible.

“Excuse me,” she asked behind them, as if her voice came out of nowhere, “which way to the Dominion?”

[khanivorc]

Liliana’s bloodstained lips twitched upward. Beneath the fluorescent lights, the shewolf looked like a beast straight out of hell; a haunting nightmare wrapped in a black dress, licking the last traces of blood from her long, manicured fingers.

It wasn’t often that mortal girls like this one stumbled directly into the wolf’s den, foolish enough to think places like this were safe. There was no safe place in a world crowded with demons and creatures of the night, all of them ravenous for innocent blood.

The tip of Liliana’s tongue swept a drop of crimson off the corner of her lips, as her midnight eyes dragged slowly over the human.

"You won’t last a second in there, baby." A dare, everything that crossed Liliana’s lips sounded like one.

[oftragxdy]

continued from here. @khanivorc

Akemi raised his eyebrows at the woman asking for the drink he was making. "It's already for you." He said as he finished making it -- garnishing the rim with a swipe of orange peel and then placing it inside the glass, on top of the liquid. He slid it across the counter towards the woman. The Alpha. Some might say that first impressions were everything. Akemi agreed, to a point.

He didn't work at the bar, but it wasn't as though she knew that. That was the beauty of his life -- no one knew exactly who he was. And once they did, well, it was too late for them. They're life was cut short by him before they could tell anyone. "If you don't like it, I'll make you something else."

[khanivorc]

She didn't like orange. It was sticky and sour. Two red-painted fingers plucked the peel from the rim of the glass and tossed it over her shoulder. "Doesn't look like you know what I want."

Because he didn't. Who the fuck was he?

"I make better drinks than that." she said, confidently. The men crowding her bar had never complained about a single drop she poured them. For Liliana, it was never about the money. It was about keeping the best wolves circling her turf instead of wandering into Cain’s filthy little poodle den.

She picked up the glass and brought it beneath her nose, taking a slow sniff. Vodka. Then her eyes found him again. They traced over the hollow of his cheeks, lingered on the sharp line of his jaw, before drifting lower to the movement of his throat, bobbing up and down as she watched.

"Show me what you’ve got, then."

Without taking a sip, she lowered the glass and tipped it over the bar, where it spilled into the sink. The glass followed, clinking loudly against the metal basin when she dropped it.

[wxldxheart]

Location: The Roadhouse - Southside Territory Status: Open to all

When Cain wasn't running his pack, the alpha could always be found within his bar, slinging shots, nursing a whiskey or performing on stage himself when the mood struck him. It always had a rowdy atmosphere of wolves, the scent of blood on the dirt road out front, not an uncommon thing given how many brawls broke out between wolves over the smallest of things.

But one simple rule was always followed - you didn't piss off the boss.

Although it seemed that night - one wolf in particular hadn't gotten the message. When he'd started pestering a couple of Nepenthe she-wolves that liked to enjoy the rum and juke - Cain had clocked him, sharp green eyes watching the outsider as he poured another round of drinks. As soon as the outsider had overstepped, the Alpha had struck. One hand like a steel vice around the wolf's throat, blood red eyes holding his gaze until the outsider looked away with a submissive whimper.

"I ain't gonna tell you twice. Next time I see you pesterin' my pack, thinkin' your some big dick-swingin' dog around my bar - I'll paint the road with your guts. Got it?" Cain growled, voice low, deadly.

[khanivorc]

Last time she saw that old poodle, he was drinking her whiskey and leaving his nasty smell all over her leather seats. Now it made her curious, if he had his own bar, why did he feel the need to rub his scent all over hers? Probably, Liliana thought, because his was some no-good piece-of-shit dump. It was no surprise scumbags like the one held between the Alpha’s paws were the usual patrons at that piss-smelling shithole.

Observing the exchange between the two, manicured hands clapped in slow applause. "You better listen to him. He isn’t fucking around," she said from where she leaned against the wall, one boot braced against the stone, arms crossed over her leather-covered chest. "He’s shit against me, but your human ass is done for if he gets his claws into your chest."

The man shook all over, trying to claw his way out of Cain’s grasp. A stupid attempt. Liliana pushed herself off the wall, having had enough of the show. Instead, she hovered over the other Alpha’s shoulder, watching the squirming man closely.

"Is that how you assert your dominance?" Her voice was warm against his ear. "Too cowardly to fight someone your own size, baby?"

[curseaddendum]

-closed starter for @khanivorc Lunette Bar, Lupis; afternoon

The Selcouth Alpha was feeling unwell. That was the excuse she had to use every time he sent her to attempt diplomatic relations with the unruly Revenants. Forever reminded of her connection to Liliana and her late uncle, Otsana had no other choice but follow orders. She wished it hadn’t come to this with the young Alpha, the one she’d seen grow into a fearless and terrifying werewolf.

A part of her still saw the child in Liliana, staying close to the one person who granted her the sort of safety felt only inside. Accessing it now seemed impossible, as if it had been buried so deep not a single drop of light could reach it now.

“We need to talk about the merfolk,” she started without beating around the bush. At least, they still understood each other in their dislike for pretenses. “I’m not expecting you to lend a hand with the refugees, but you need to keep your wolves in check.”

She shifted her position, arms crossed as she leaned against the closest wall. Her golden eyes fixed the Alpha as if she were one of her own, and not a mere Beta sent to deal with the devil herself. After trying to improve their pack–to–pack relationship for so long, what she was about to declare felt counterintuitive, but as things were as of late, her options were reduced to this.

“I know it sounds tempting… messing with the seabound—but if any of yours cross into Selcouth territory or my farmland, they’re dead.”

[khanivorc]

A long, red-nailed finger traced the rim of a half-empty whiskey glass in hypnotizing circles, an elegance at odds with hands that had torn bodies apart in cruel ways than most monsters had. Though she’d formed a certain attachment to Otsana, the other woman was like a cockroach, an ancient part of her life she couldn't crush. Or a rodent in the walls, scratching through the drywall at night, impossible for Liliana to ignore. The same could be said for her uncle, an old man with disgusting beliefs. Turning those thoughts over, Liliana studied the amber in her glass with a tedious gaze. "And why the fuck would I do that?"

She didn’t care about those damn fish. They could rot in bloody waters for all she cared.

"They don’t get in my way, and we won’t get in theirs. It’s that damn easy, Otsana."

Did the old bitch really give that much of a shit about all that caviar? Liliana would rather spread it over buttered toast.

A heavy swallow of whiskey quenched a venomous thirst. Ruby eyes lifted, pinning the other woman in place, holding her there against the wall, mercilessly. "You’ve gone all soft for them." She sat her glass back down. "Why are you really here, hm? Because one of mine had yours by their little throats?" The red on her lips matched the one burning in her eyes. "If your pups can’t handle their nature, then they’re better off dead, baby. Haven’t you learned that by now? Pity doesn’t suit a wolf."

[oftragxdy]

closed starter for @khanivorc

Walking through Werewolf territory wasn't something that scared Akemi. Really, not much created the feeling of fear. Other than, possibly, not coming out on top. Not doing enough. But that wasn't something he was currently concerned about. No. Today was a day, different than any other he'd had before. Today, he'd be meeting Montego's Alpha. She just didn't know it yet.

After some research -- and following Montego after leaving the crypt -- Akemi had discovered exactly where the pack resided. A townhome on the outskirts of Lupis. Quaint little place, really. Someone was at least taking care of the old building.

Akemi stood just outside of it, with his hands in his pockets, waiting for the Alpha to appear. He twirled a couple of magnetic metal disks in his hand -- a comfort of sorts, having his magic somewhere nearby. Not that anyone knew of what he was. No. To everyone else, other than those who he'd killed in his past, he was just a human. Some knew him as a hunter, too. None were aware of his actual talents.

As a leader of his own group, Akemi knew he was being bold, standing outside the Pack's home. He wanted to catch the Alpha off guard and at the same time, show pleasantries. After all, they shared someone in common.

[khanivorc]

He stood out in a crowd. Raven-dark hair and a scent that lingered long after he was gone. He’d followed her here, hadn’t he? Paranoia wasn’t foreign to Liliana. There were many like him, curious about what she did. They’d spoken before briefly and she was convinced he'd put on an act to appear anything but who he really was. Liliana had always been good at sniffing men like him out, the way wolves tore lambs from their herds.

This time, she didn’t have to track her pray. He’d walked straight into the wolf's mouth.

Her men tended the fire, turning slabs of meat over open flame, preparing a feast for the night. The blaze rose high, painting their guest in vibrant orange light, flickers of flame tracing the angles of his face.

Liliana was crouched near one of the cages. Inside, an untamed pup rattled against the metal. Everyone in the pack knew what the cage was for. Those who wronged her and didn’t earn immediate death were left there instead, caged and starved, for everyone to see.

She lifted her head, "You, again?" Their eyes met across the fire. Wolves nearby went quiet, their attention snapping toward the stranger. Two of them rose without hesitation, stepping in behind their alpha. Liliana straightened slowly, wiping her hands against her thighs, though the blood never really came off. “I see you like getting into trouble,”

[khanivorc]

[ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try - akemi x liliana

Blood stained the floor, sticky beneath shards of broken glass; evidence of the kind of nights this place devoured whole. Liliana wasn’t impressed, nor was she afraid of a fight. But humans were no bite worth taking. Their violence was dull, it would never quench the thirst that demanded something with teeth.

Red poured outside, drenching her hair and face. She flicked her tongue out to catch a drop, only to taste the rage bleeding into the streets below. Crimson rivers marked her neck and hollowed cheeks. It looked as though she’d bathed in the blood of her enemies — something she might be caught doing on any ordinary night, tonight everyone could witness it.

On neutral ground like this, eyes were drawn to her instantly. The Alpha didn’t bother returning the attention. No one dared to approach her. They only stared, sheltered from the war cries outside, quietly crafting their own strategies for surviving the coming storm. Whispers rose behind her like a swarm of bees.

Liliana sat at the bar, eyes sinking into the man preparing a drink for someone at the far end. "If that one's any good, make one like that for me." She always sounded like she was giving orders, even when she wasn't. Reaching back, she gathered her wet hair into a tight ponytail, smearing red across her palms as she twisted it up.

[feralmenagerie]

Autumn's eyes trace her steps first, following her until she can turn her neck anymore, eyes tracking until her head swings around the other way, wary and on edge.

"I do what I've gotta. Ain't nothing more to it than that."

She turns then, watching Liliana leave her in the presence of the room. Feeling ill-at-ease, her thoughts travel over a million ways this could go wrong, and a dozen ways to get out of the room. It's paranoia, she's sure, but it's only ever paranoia until it isn't, and so she breathes out quietly when the client returns and slaps coin on the countertop.

Autumn wastes no time, her grubby fingers, knicked and scarred and worked well, slide over the coins. She runs a nail over the edge of one, pushing on it with her thumb for a moment before she bit down on one gingerly; not dross. They go into her satchel.

"Out west," she says. "On the fringes, mostly." She keeps the why of it all quiet for now. "Just tryin' to earn my way;" she bunches up, to keep things from getting too personal, "-carrying and killing comes easy enough." It hadn't always, but now its about all she's good for. "So if you got more that needs doing..." she says, gesturing to herself.

[khanivorc]

"Is that right?" A brow cocked. "So you’re not useless after all, mutt. Killing keeps you breathing. Better them than you, hm?" Her hand lifted without warning, fingers snagging a lock of dark brown hair and tugging it lightly between them. She was close enough to catch the grit beneath the scent.

That dog could use a bath.

Liliana wasn’t offering that out of any sudden bloom of kindness, there was no such thing rotting in the hollow of her chest. But she wanted to see more of that nerve. That flash of teeth beneath the fear. And whether it would bare itself for her.

"Oh, I’ve got another job for you. But first, I want to know if any other wolves have hired you around here."

She wanted to know if this girl was more than just a dog — if she could be a rat “I want names. Give me that, and I’ll make sure a few more of these find their way into your pocket."

[wickedxhell]

The mention of a game had piqued his interest and, in turn made him laugh. The thought that any of them was better than him was mad. "Like I would allow them to even get close to that." He didn't trust the others around Lilliana. A lot of them had designs on being the alpha themself if given the chance, and it wouldn't surprise him if they tried to play dirty.

He had a feeling that anything could be classified as a distraction in Lilliana's mind as long as it wasn't focused on her and the pack. But why was she being so uptight about Aylin? Monty had warned the human to not make him choose because she wouldn't like the answer. Was Lilliana worried that he might choose Aylin? "I don't call those who warm your bed distractions."

"If they want what i have then they can fight me for it. I won't share with anyone less then me." it left room that he wouldn't deny Lillian. He was just thankful that he was sure Aylin wouldn't want his alpha.

[khanivorc]

Oh, he liked to talk back. And something about that both infuriated her and tempted her to find cleverer, crueller ways to bring him to his knees. Her eyes gleamed like red rubies in the dark, "And you never could, because the ones I fuck are wolves." Why would she waste breath on something fragile? A human would snap like a twig beneath her. A human would bore her too quickly. She needed something powerful enough to love a beast like her.

His words rang a little too clearly in her mind, stirring thoughts she hadn’t allowed herself to touch since he’d become her closest wolf. All the ones before him were dead. Monty would fight his own brothers over a scrap of meat that wasn’t even special. A girl like any other mortal girl. "Have your fun with her, and then end it, if you don’t want my wolves coming for your throat instead of hers." Her voice cut clean, like a blade through his skin.

She rose to her feet in one smooth motion and looked down at him like he was a stray dog in her feet. "Or maybe I should kill you both."

Now that would be fun.

[wickedxhell]

Monty had never been made of ice, his heart had never been stone. It beat with ferocity, passion. Once it had decided something, it was unmovable. He like to present that he was cold, that he was an iron fortress, but in truth, he cared deeply; it drove him, fuelled his hate. He had never been ice, just mimicking who he respected.

"If that's what you believe, you'd have one of them by your side." It wasn't luck that he was here. It's was purposeful, and maybe others wanted his position, but they wouldn't be able to compete with him. She could say what she wished, and he would endure it because he knew that if she didn't want him he'd already be gone.

Letting Liliana think Aylin was nothing more than a trophy was the safest way to go. If she knew she was more than that, it could be dangerous for Aylin. "Because you're not wrong. She's just someone I'm playing with," and he was thankful Aylin couldn't hear him lie right now. "I'll tear out their throats if they touch what is mine." It wasn't said as a threat, but as a fact. The only one he couldn't stop was Liliana.

He had to play into the fact she was his trophy, and who wouldn't want to show it off? "Fine. But I don't share."

[khanivorc]

She liked that about him — confidence and arrogance paired with power and loyalty. It made a weapon forged from steel and fury, and that was exactly what she needed at her side. A weapon with burning eyes and teeth sharp enough to tear apart anything in his path. He’d never become her. But he was the closest thing to perfection she could create — a monster of her making.

"Maybe it’s time for a little game,” she said, with mischief in her voice. Revenant wolves loved a good challenge. "Who’s to say one of those wolves hasn’t become better than you?"

Her gaze slid away from the others, loud and drunk, and found Monty. "Distraction, baby, is just weakness wearing a pretty face."

And weakness didn’t suit any of her wolves. Whatever else he wanted to call his little plaything didn’t matter. She was a distraction, and the wrong kind. Distractions had to be eliminated. He’d cry about it for a day or two, like a child mourning a broken doll and then he’d move on.

Her eyes stayed locked on his, prying, invasive, peeling back layers until she had her fingers wrapped around his wants and needs. “Not sharing with your pack? Not very brotherly of you."

[feralmenagerie]

Autumn stares as fingers work it's grip on the knife to carve out the milky dull glass stare of the head as it rests limp and motionless. There's no squeamishness in her expression, no shock; instead its a look of dull recognition of the foundational violence inherent in the world.

She watches the tongue slip out of the pouch, laying dead like a slug in front of the head as it's cruelly dismantled; no longer a person, just meat. It's not the first time she's seen it, and she's long since stopped believing each time'll be the last.

"No, no threats." Autumn says, tone distant. "Just said they'd see you and your's in Hell."

The eye, struck free from it's knife-tip, hits the carving table with a slick, quiet pop of sound; a needle in an empty room. Her wolfen hearing makes it louder; she stares at the thing, pink-red, early gray of rot setting into it; not a single glint of light does it capture as it stares at her from it's wet resting place;

Autumn looks up. "I'm not from here, and I'm not smart, I don't know what Kochba is worth, but I need food and I need money, and I do my work well... whatever that's worth to you."

[khanivorc]

Hell didn’t scare her. Nothing ever had. That bastard could only hope she didn’t find his sorry ass in the pits below, because she’d kill him a second time without hesitation. She was an Alpha on this earth, and she’d be just as powerful in whatever world lay beneath her feet. Liliana conquered every inch of ground she stood on.

A smirk curved her mouth, where mischief and malice made their home behind a pair of red eyes. "I never expected much else from that coward." He couldn’t even manage a proper threat in his final moments. Pathetic.

The pieces of a dying man rotting on her floor no longer interested her. He was torn apart, finished. What held her attention now was the mutt who’d delivered the final blow, the one claiming to be good for nothing. Liliana circled the girl slowly, letting her heightened senses drink her in. She searched for what might give her answers: who she was, where she’d come from, what had made her desperate enough to take the job.

"You might not be smart, but you’'ve got balls. A stupid girl with no guts wouldn’t have gotten it done."

The courier had earned her kochba, but Liliana wondered if she was good for more.

She left the room and emptied a few gold coins from the register at the bar. They clinked together when she got back, dropping them onto the counter before leaning back to study the mutt again: "Where’d you crawl out from, mutt?"

[cavernovs]

Antagonising the Alpha isn't one of smartest decisions Kit's made. She would blame the cheap liquor that she's quietly cursing is swimming in her blood at all. But they've done this heated dance for almost ten years and she's heard every threat beneath the sun and the moon. Liliana enjoys to intimidate; a creature that thrives on the power play.

Izara doesn't care for toppling towers. She just wants to get through every day, one at a time. A life that the Alpha had thrust upon her, and expected gratitude for.

It's hard to say anything that doesn't directly insult the woman. Harder still, to bite her tongue entirely when Liliana keeps making it difficult to have a damn drink.

"Loyalty is earned, Liliana. Not taken." She cannot force it, like she would obedience until it bleeds from her wolves. Whilst Kit's letting her heart thunder in her chest, and signing a warrant for an Alpha's wrath, she adds: "And you can stop sending Monty after me like a stray." As if she would simply listen.

It'll never be her home. Revenant are bullies, and killers. Led by the worst of them all. Kit will never share their values, or their beliefs. Liliana is talking to a wall, and threatening stone. It won't fight back, but it'll crack and crumble, until there's nothing left to spit at. Kit straightens, letting the Alpha's taunts roll off her skin.

She pushes her emptied glass towards the other wolf, and hops off the stool. Izara knows when she's pushed the limits, and maybe even pushed through them.

Izara tosses Kochba on the bar. Coins rolling aimlessly in front of the other.

And walks towards the door.

[khanivorc]

Loyalty was her given right.

"Oh, I’ve earned it, baby — the moment I made you better." Because what else had Izara ever had to live for? A pathetic refuge life; scraping by, hiding, surviving. Liliana had given her freedom to become whatever she wanted. To roam the world and take what she pleased, and be something other than a survivor.

"Now what has Cain ever done for you?" That stupid excuse for a wolf was only good for running home with his tail tucked between his legs.

Monty, on the other hand, was doing his job fucking badly, it seemed. There was a laugh behind red lips, and a look that could leave a burn where it landed. Eyes that followed a back, while it moved away from her. "How long will you keep running and hiding?" Tske the girl out of the refuge, but you couldn't rip the refuge out of the girl. "That wolf inside you will go hungry. And if you don’t feed it, it’s going to eat you from the inside.”

It wasn’t anything but the raw truth. Izara would have to swallow it down with the harshest liquor she could find, letting it scorch all the way down.

Liliana would let her go, this time.

But she made no promises for tomorrow.

[wickedxhell]

His loyalty, his obedience had been earned. Liliana hadn't been born into the position like someone he knew. Nothing in the Revenant pack was earned easily. Everyone is vying for the same positions to be at the top.

What stopped those across from him? Maybe it was Liliana, but it could also be the fact that more than once Monty has granted scars upon others that were just as visible as the one that was present on his face. There was no room for weakness in this pack. It was a family ready to cannibalise itself at a moment's notice.

He hadn't expected that line of questioning to come from her mouth. His jaw visibly set. Teeth pushed against one another as tension was held in his mouth. "She'd make a terrible wolf we don't want her." Aylin was to compassionate for this pack, she wouldn't make it as a revenant

[khanivorc]

She was taking the piss, because she could. He might’ve been her second in command, but she knew he’d gone soft for that girl. Men always did, when a pretty thing batted her eyelashes at them. Liliana thought Monty was made of something else; the same frost that lived between her ribs. Like two pieces carved from the same iceberg. An eternal winter possessed her soul, on the rare occasions her veins weren’t boiling with rage, and she’d believed he carried a sliver of it too. But that stupid boy had melted.

The sharp tip of her nail dug into the left side of his chest, her features settled into a disappointed grimace, half fake and half painfully real, as if he’d failed her greatest test. "You’re just like the rest of them, Monty. Isn’t that a fucking shame?"

He was playing right into her little game; the nervous crack of his jaw, that look in his eyes. She’d struck a nerve and that was both unfortunate and so much fun. "So you’re not denying it?" An eyebrow cocked. "She is a trophy on your shelf, then? You know what they’d do if they found out." The wolves who’d chewed the humanity out of themselves years ago, who saw humans as nothing but soft meat.

"Why don’t you bring her around? See what happens." A dare. Are you a pussy, Monty?

Of course not. She knew him like the back of her hand, but she couldn’t predict the answer to this one.

[feralmenagerie]

The shoulder check runs lightning like a overseer's lash up her spine, and she stops long enough to not topple one way or another, but the truth is she's a runt - the shortest of four siblings to begin with, and hardly the picture of stout power, and so the clip at her shoulder is strong enough that it nearly spins her, and the snarl on her face is the realest piece of any threat she offers, but it's cowed quick by the notion of picking a fight she's outnumbered in, and again, the presence of an alpha is a drag-weight on her temper, at least in the moment, and so, bitter as it is, she swallows her inflamed pride and continues to where she's meant to go.

A runt - a magickless witch become a reluctant werewolf who can't even turn outside of the moon, and her sister wants her believe she's special somehow, chosen.

She waits while Liliana examines the head in the bag, eyes scanning from the frozen look of gory peace that had settled into its features. rot's not set in just yet save for at the fringes; the cuts are clean, courtesy of the inert athame on her hip beneath the jacket and hip-length patchwork cloak. Once that knife had carried magical power, but with the bite that had taken her magic, it too had gone dead; now it's just a hunting tool.

One used to great employ, she demonstrates as she crosses the space between them, putting a hand on the head and spreading its jaw pulling a small sack-cloth parcel out of its mouth and offering it to her.

"He had last words, if you want 'em."

[khanivorc]

There was fire in the mutt, buried deep under the glare of a timid thing, a dog kicked one too many times. Now it curled in on itself, too afraid to bare its teeth at strangers. Still anyone who could get that job done had a beast sleeping somewhere inside.

Liliana took up a knife and carved out the glassy eyes of the man who’d once stared her down. Two sets of hands held the head steady as the severed tongue slumped, wet and limp, and she snapped the jaw apart with a crack.

The sockets were empty caverns now. Two black abysses with no bottom.

On the tip of her blade balanced one of the eyes. "Give ’em to me. What did the idiot say? That his men would have my head?" A smirk on her lips. "I’ve heard that one before." Empty threats worth even less coming from a dead man’s severed tongue. She’d have all his men chopped into neat little pieces before they could even choke out her name. Scum like them had no place in her world.

She flicked a sharp nail against the eye, ping, sending it bouncing off the blade. Then she drove the knife straight into the thick skull of the bastard. It stuck, as she stepped back.

"Name your price, stray."

[curseaddendum]

There wasn’t much Otsana could say to a child who refused to listen. Of course, Liliana hadn’t been a kid for a long time, but in the old wolf’s eyes, she still carried the same hunger for attention she’d always been denied. Only now, her methods had grown sharper, more dangerous, shaped by years of surviving on her own. Maybe Otsana was wrong. Maybe this was exactly who Liliana truly was, not a defense mechanism wearing her face. But she’d never know unless honesty somehow bursted between them. A miracle neither of them seemed willing to allow.

Golden eyes studied a face that mirrored her defiance, her pride. Perhaps they were more alike than either of them wanted to admit.

“Stay out of trouble,” she began, though she had no right to lecture the Revenant Alpha. Otsana prided herself on restraint and control, but everything about the woman standing before her felt like a splinter under her skin. The words left her before she could stop them. “He wouldn’t want you to. He wouldn’t want any of this.”

What you’re doing with the bar. How you’ve clawed your way to power. Us, stranged like this.

At least, she managed to keep those thoughts to herself. This time.

[khanivorc]

Was that supposed to be advice from an old friend, or the wolf bitch trying to crawl under her skin again? Hard to ever say, when it came to Otsana. Or anyone, really. The only people Liliana kept close were her pack. Monty would give up a fucking limb for her and she knew it. The rest would die for her too, but their deaths would be far less satisfyingly. She didn’t want them dead. She needed them alive, fighting for her, tearing down the world for what she believed in — what they believed in. Otsana lived on the other side of that burnt bridge, clinging to her own righteous little ideals. A different creed entirely.

Liliana let her gaze slide over her, circling around her like a vulture: "He’s dead, Otsana. Or do you have dementia? If you’re still in mourning, cariño, at least wear black."

Whatever sermons the old man had about the world, he’d taken them to the grave. Why was she digging them up now?

Fuck you, Otsana.

The rubies in Liliana’s eyes burned; a reminder of the hierarchy in front of her. It didn’t matter who Otsana had been to her, or what she might’ve wanted to be. Only what she was now and that was far below her.

"Know your place, Otsana." A quiet warning.

[khanivorc]

closed — @morsreliqua

She was following a familiar scent. Those refuge rats all carried the same rancid stench. It reminded her of Kit and all the other little pussies who scattered the second a big, scary wolf stepped into view. They never learned.

This one was blonde, crouched over a pile of trash like a raccoon. Liliana thought the girl looked about ready to shit herself if she took even one more step out of the shadows. Her fur was black as night, and her eyes glinting rubies. The shewolf wasn’t hunting for food.

It was never about feeding.

She loved the power of watching them crumble, piss themselves when they came face to face with her. Or maybe she'd do what she had years ago. Snatch another one of theirs and make them her own. Teach the refuge idiots another lesson they still hadn’t figured out: You can’t survive in a world that only wants to spit you out.

Marks trailed behind her in the mud as she made herself known — a growl rolling out of a hungry maw, teeth sharp and big enough to swallow the girl whole if she wanted to. Something cracked beneath her paw, a trinket or gadget the blonde had been scavenging for.

Where’s the rest of your crew, blondie?

Surely she wouldn’t be stupid enough to wander alone into the lion’s den.

[khanivorc]

closed — @wickedxhell

She’d seen him with that human girl. Monty wasn’t stupid, but he did like to think with his dick more than his brain.

When boredom struck, she liked to imagine all the unspeakable things her wrath could do. But she didn’t feel wrath for Monty. He was as loyal as a dog could be. Tell him to bark, and he’d bark. Sit. Roll over. Dance on his hind legs. He’d do it all.

That’s why he sat beside her now, while a few others glared daggers at him from across the fire, because he was in the seat they wanted. He was taking someone else’s place, and he knew it. Liliana made sure he knew it. It was her way of teaching him to appreciate her generosity.

"You biting her anytime soon, or keeping her as a trophy on your shelf?" A smirk on devilish lips. She’d started this out of nowhere, just because she could. The two of them sat by the fire while the rest of the pack drank, fought, and fucked in the background. "You know exactly who I’m talking about, Monty. Don’t give me that look."