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DEPENDENT / MEDIUM ACTIVITY / PRIVATE / FOR BLOODVBONERPG's VENERA ZOLNEROWICH. a roleplay blog written by agent.

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wolfgangarcturus‌:

Oh, hell yes!

He sauntered indolently towards her, arms hanging loosely at his sides. His belly twitched like he was standing at the edge of very steep drop and knew that if he leaped off, there was a chance he wouldn’t survive the impact. While they’ve agreed to no killing, she had proven before that she could and would use subterfuge to get close to a blood king and kill him in front of his court, parley or not.

His stance changed in an instant, shoulders rising, head dropping and hands rising to protect his face, elbows in to be able to protect vulnerable sides. He skipped forward, keeping knees bent as he bounced on his feet. His eyes scanned her stance, looking for clues that presaged a particular blow or grapple attack but she hid it behind a neutral stance.

Fuck it.

He rushed her, throwing a flurry of jabs and crosses to attempt to get her to put up her defenses, maybe exploit an opening to get a grip on her. If he could get a joint lock or a choke hold, make her tap out, he’d be celebrating for days, but somehow he didn’t think it was going to be that easy.

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And here stands her choices: she could fight and win or let him think he’s won the little battle and allow his ego to grow a little more. She knows he’s a formidable opponent, Venera isn’t forgetful that this man is not only the Monarch of an entire race, but earned it in combat against his brothers. She thinks about messing with him, never raising her own fists or fighting against him, only dancing around his jabs, but what good would that do? 

His movements are quick but he’s large, Venera is able to dodge most of the jabs coming her direction. She doesn’t return the gesture, only backs them around in a loose circle as she moves away from his blows or deflects them to the side. A few land, of course, and she knows if she could bruise she’d be blue for days. She never changes from a neutral expression, save for a few smirks when his hits land a little harder than she expected. 

“Tell me,” she whispered, barely above the noise of the crowd but his spectacular hearing should pick up her words no problem. “When you’re defeated, eventually, who do you think will take the throne from you? If there is one left after all.” Careful to pay attention more to his movements than any reaction, the Upyr dodges to the side and puts distance between herself and the King. 

She’s confident enough in her own abilities that she doesn’t fear the lack of weapons, preferring instead that they fight bare handed like this. For most it might show good faith in the other species but for these two, Venera knows it’s personal for him. Her hands were the reason for the first Blood King’s death, she was the sole reason Wolfgang was now without his father. She knows eventually she will face him again for the acts committed but for now, they dance.

And she waits for him to close distance again. Hoping his anger or ego or both would cloud his judgement and loosen his rigid stances, the General guesses that if she plays with him just long enough he’ll crack. She doesn’t need him broken, no- just ever so slightly shaken.

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wolfgangarcturus‌:

That eyebrow raise lit the flame and his chest puffed as his lips curled into a smirk. “Of course I have nothing to do. Everyone knows we are a bunch of ungovernable animals. Why bother?” Wolfgang sauntered to the sloping walkway leading down to the pit, tossing his shirt aside. While he trusted his own skill to be equal if not better than her in the ring, there was no percentage in giving her another handhold to use should it go to the ground.

Unlike his sire, he was prepared for this fight. He had also spent years perfecting his skills, training beyond the simple yet effective style common among the vampires, a bastardization of two old human martial arts, Krav Maga and Brazilian Jujistu… not that he or any of his people knew the origins. His own skill with a bow was not a traditional one, like most other things, a holdover from his time sucking air.

Still… this was THE perfect warrior… the upyr equivalent to his training choices. She was not a ritualistic fighter, hidebound to any specific family fighting style. This was a rare opportunity to test himself against someone just as unpredictable as himself. If he was being honest with himself… which he never is… he should have at least watched her previous bouts just to have a sliver of an idea of just what he was facing.

Ah, ego, my old friend.

The sturdy door clanged shut behind him as he stepped onto the sandy floor. He raised his arms with a wild grin and egged his people on as they roared and cheered. He halfbowed to Venera, eyes firmly on her… he was not stupid... as her supporters booed his cocky show. “My general. Shall we begin?”

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“You said it first,” she countered with a matching smirk of her own. The lack of title still apparent in how she speaks to him, disregarding his earned title so openly. If it wasn’t for the rules of the Pit, Venera wondered if the elder across from her might try to take her head off as she did his father’s. Watching him careful as he joined the soft dirt of the pit’s center, Venera barely contained her glee at this sight. 

She knew he would be more prepared than most other she was fighting in here and that part excited her the most. If she was being honest with herself, the Upyr wasn’t sure she could win this fight fairly but she knew that if she cheated he would know- unless she was too clever for him. Shaking her head slightly, she shook the idea off. No, he might be Monarch but because he won it fairly with his maker’s other children, he wasn’t handed this title out of blood honor. She could respect that part of the Vampire’s traditions at least. 

Doors clanged shut, not allowing anyone else into the circle until the bout was finished and one crowned victor. His bow was a show, she knew, so she returned the gesture with a graceful dip of her own. Adjusting the wrapping on her hands, the woman flexes her fingers carefully to test the holdings on the cloth and raised a hand. A singular finger curls at him in a come here gesture, egging his pride.

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dxrkchiild‌:

He hated to admit that she was right – not because of what she was but because it meant everything they had done those last few nights was useless. Useless to them and useless to Sanctuary. Every catch of the breeze Parnus stopped to inhale for signs of life, of blood, but the scent was far too faint to be nearby now.

He turned to listen, brow furrowed.

“That’s a lot of trouble to go through, though,” he countered, “to get rid of all animal life within the radius, at least towards the Blood Territory?” Would anyone really want to do such a thing…?

Though Parnus had stumbled half-starving to Sanctuary from the time he rejected the Blood Court, all the while in a haze of memories and dreams, he remembered certain landmarks. One like the hilly range in the blue, hazy distance.

Parnus splashed water on his face and wiped the grime from his cheeks. “We’re a nights’ journey from the edge of Wolfgang’s Territory. From what I remember there might be a clan or two outposted. We can ask if they’ve seen anything, at the very least.”

“I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.”

Part of Venera ponders if their races would ever truly get along: they were both monstrous beings with blood lust stronger than their wills at most times- it makes her wonder if they’re often too similar to get along anymore. The general wonders why she was sent with him for this mission, he might be a night walker but from what she knew, this one had denied the courts offer of a home and instead found himself among the residence of Sanctuary. Venera’s biggest question was why. 

“People will go to extraordinary lengths to see their side of the story be seen as truth.” Too often seen in Bone Court, the truths twisted and manipulated for the benefit of one instead of the truth being shared with the people. Silver dripped tongues spread the lies, one wears the Monarch crown now. “Many want to see this civilization fail, they want all of this to come down. Vampires and Upyr working together is impossible for them, they’re old and set in their ways. I have a feeling some very old and powerful people will do anything to make sure that happens.” Her theory didn’t feel that off but still felt like she was reaching for something, not enough details in it to really come up with a good hypothesis. 

Her lips quirk upward at his profession of safety, amused with him of course. While she doesn’t doubt his ability, Venera wonders if he’ll live to his word to help. Surverying the area, she realized they had traveled that much closer to Wolfgang’s territory and the woman curls a devious smile as she looks around. “I’m familiar with the area.” She doesn’t expand on in, instead just stands and wipes her hands on her pants with a shrug. “Come on little blood sucker, we’ve got some more walking to do.” At least he was able to keep up in terms of speed and stamina in their travels- no human would have survived this trek.

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dxrkchiild‌:

Over the River…                   @kngkllcr

Somewhere near the Northern Coast…

The sun had already long set by the time Parnus found a way to extricate himself from the rubble that had served as his temporary shelter during the daylight hours. As with every night that they had been on their ( honestly, insufferable, but she wouldn’t catch him complaining ) journey, Parnus felt a moment of panic surge through his chest when he didn’t see the Upyr in his immediate vicinity. He quickly looked towards the sound of running riverwater that had lulled him into something resembling sleep and felt the tension in his shoulders ease at the sight of the back hunched over the water’s edge.

Hopefully Ayanna wasn’t too worried about him. Though he and the Upyr – Venera; though it had taken them several days into their task for him to even get that much out of her – had only been tasked with going to the edge of the Unnamed River east of Sanctuary’s borders, that terrain was several nights behind them now. 

What was supposed to be a simple hunt for meat for the town stores had turned into “where did all of the wildlife run off to, and why?”  and Parnus did not intend to go back to Sanctuary without an answer.

Eyes still adjusting to the fading sunlight that lurked at the horizon, Parnus made his way over to the river and crouched down beside his companion. There had been a brief glimmer of hope in Parnus’ chest when he heard he was accompanying an Upyr; the hope that maybe they were friendly, that he’d form a bond with them, that he could pick their brain for answers as to the stolen journal still withholding its secrets from him. 

That hope had been… quickly dashed upon meeting the Upyr General named Venera.

“We should get going. The mountains ahead will slow us down… but hopefully they slowed down the deer, too.”

He wasn’t even going to voice his worries about the lack of sunlight-proof shelter in the mountains. She wouldn’t care.

Venera had left word with Lilita days ago that she would be out of Sanctuary and traveling, tasked with a hunt with a vampire. Venera knew little of Vampire culture until coming to Sanctuary, so she knew not if he was an important one or some pawn used in this game as well- what she did know were simple things about him. He slowed her down during the day, making it impossible to track as far as she’d like to go. He also seemed to have a childish heart, though not easily manipulated or exploited and that part interested her. 

The stirring under the rumble had caught her attention, glancing up at the faded sky. With his rising they could now continue on in their search. While little had been shared between the two- at Venera’s doing of course- they both seemed to be of the interest on where the wildlife had gone. Curiosity had driven them this far and now interest was keeping her going. 

Washing the remaining bits of red from her fingers, the evidence of her full belly now washing away in the stream of the fresh water. Her attention turns toward him on his approach, standing now as she wipes her hands dry on dirty pants. She would love nothing more than to wash the travel from her skin, get the dirt and grit off a little but they have to keep moving or they’ll never find answers. And if Venera comes back without answers it would be a hard day indeed for the General.

“I have a feeling there won’t be any deer to find in those mountains either. There hasn’t been signs of wildlife in miles- something or someone has wiped them out. And we’re the only beings for miles.” Her mind was working, trying to come to up with possible ideas on what is happening. Another plague, but this one attacking the animal life? No, that couldn’t be it, they’d have seen signs of sickness or weakness in the wildlife around Sanctuary long before this. It had to be a person, or a group, that was doing this. 

“I can only come up with bizarre ideas the more I think about it. The least likely is starting to look the most sane.” Paranoid to her core, Venera always thinks that attacks or wars are just in the horizon and brewing. “I can only come back to the idea that someone is wanting us to suffer, to starve.”

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Lightwoods Appreciation: Isabelle Lightwood in 2x12

“…the best anti-bullying expert ever.”

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wolfgangarcturus‌:

Like Father, Like Son//Closed Wolfgang and Venera

He sat at his desk, idly flipping the pen over and over between his fingers, staring down at the synopsis of the latest interfamily court squabbling back in the home territory. The fights were beginning to escalate as the family heads began to realize exactly what impact Sanctuary had on their traditional hunting routes. While there weren’t that many humans living within the walls, the travelling tribes, the ones who didn’t fully trust his oath that his people would not feed within the walls yet still wished to trade goods for food, had altered their patterns to skirt closer to the town.

Sighing softly, he had to come to grips with the potential future where he’d have to enforce, through order and fist, an expanded perimeter around the growing town, ensuring that the hunting bands gave a wide berth and allowed the humans some respite as they traveled closer. That will definitely not go well with the families but the humans and that bitch would put it on him, force the issue if his people came with sight of the outskirts to hunt.

A loud cheer from the cleared area out back distracted him from his onerous task of deciding how to settle the matter in front of him. Startled at the noise, he glanced at the outside door then flung down the pen and pushed to his feet. He padded outside and followed the now worn path to the popular fighting pits. While the stands were far from full, it was a mix of the best fighters from all three races, including the upyr. He was not expecting to see the ghouls in such numbers here, they usually dismissed the fights as beneath them. Sucking his lip and frowning, he emerged from the darkness between two sets of bleachers and glanced down into the large, reinforced hole. One of the doors was open and two of his hunters were dragging a third out, the male combatant limp in their arms but probably still alive from the lack of concern on their faces. He shifted slightly to see who his opponent had been.

Fuck.

It was her… the Kingslayer herself… Venera. He had a healthy respect for the upyr general. Even before she had bested his sire in combat… under questionable circumstances… she was known throughout his kingdom as a consumate warrior. Many lesser vampires lost their lives to her in a vainglorious attempt to prove their mettle to their night brothers and sisters and even his most experienced hunters exercised caution when they realized she was at the head of this caravan or that hunting party. Watchful eyes followed him as he leaned on his hands, the stone rim cool and coarse under his fingers, and peered down into the well-lit sandy floor. He bit his lip against an insane urge to test himself against the woman who had killed his father but his ego bested his caution and his mouth curved into a sly grin.

“General… if you’re done breaking my men, care to throw down with an actual challenge?”

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The fight had gone well in her favor, though by all regards she should have lost. Almost positive that the Vampire had used his superior strength to try and win, Venera had grown irritated with him and ended the fight quickly- she felt no satisfaction from it. Venera hated cheaters, much preferring to have an even fight in this Pit. Now had this been outside the stone walls of Sanctuary, she would be feeling a little different about her victory- but he would also be far less alive. 

The scattering of cheers told the Upyr woman that many were not pleased with another victory of hers but she was riding the fun of the night. Dusting her hands off on pants, Venera nearly turned to leave the Pit when a voice called out to her from above. Slowly turning on her heel, eyes meet with the Blood Monarch and a smirk pulls at her lips. 

“Perhaps you should have better men if they break so easily? I’m growing bored, they’re not better than children.” Hands on hips, she looks up at him and eyebrows raise at his offer. “Are you perhaps offering yourself in their place? If so, then by all means, Your Majesty. Who am I to deny you?” She knew exactly who Wolfgang was, not just the Blood King but also the son of the man whom Venera had been tasked to kill by her own King. She’d remembered his face clearly from that night, though she regrets not getting a good look at his face when she pulled his father’s head from his shoulders. 

Gesturing with open hands, she beckons him forward. “Unless you have other things you need to do, of course. I don’t want to keep you from your throne.” Words layered with too many meanings, Venera would love nothing more than to rip the throne out from under him. But one doesn’t just kill the Vampire king now- not while in Sanctuary and with so many eyes around him at all times. 

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ashescshes‌:

Divine Selection                   @kngkllcr

When the aptly-named and barbarically-constructed “Fighting Pits” had been opened, Milena did not expect to find herself anywhere in the vicinity beyond the inaugural day. It was not only far too close to the Blood District for her to have any desire to be near it, but the very presence of it exuded violence and a lack of refinement that went against her very nature as an Ivanov.

But it did have it’s uses; she would be foolish not to agree on some level. Even in Court there were duels to ensure those parties who were at a disagreement could find some form of resolution without the hunting down and eradication of entire bloodlines. 

But those duels were only a semi-public affair. The openness of the Pits, and those looking down upon them, negated that.

If anything, the Pits had one sole use in Milena’s eyes: keeping oneself sharp.

“I have to admit,” Milena called as she looked around the walls that were still being laid in with stone. An afterthought after the inaugural fight. “I did not expect you to be the one to lay claim to my offer of sparring for the sake of it.”

The Queen shed her cloak in the light of dawn and turned to look across the way to General Zolnerowich. 

“I would have expected Vasilescu, at the least.”

Perhaps their time in Sanctuary could be better spent but with a Monarch that disliked her, nor trusted her, Venera was often left with little to do around the place unless it really required someone whom Queen Milena might consider disposable. The General knew that her queen didn’t like or trust her, just as Milena knew that Venera felt the same of the Monarch. So when the time came for a duel of the queen, Venera couldn’t pass the opportunity.

The younger Upyr spent nearly all their time in the pits, getting to know the other Upyr that dared participate as well as any Vampires who joined in. She did little with the humans unless directly challenged, finding them boring and slow. Never play with your food, her mother would say. 

An amused smirk curled her lips upward as Milena entered the Pits. “I can’t let him have all the fun, now can I?” Rolling her shoulders, she tilts her head a little and the smirk grows into a smile- though cold and far from something friendly. “Since you laid down the challenge, you should pick the terms of the fight. Please, m’lady, after you.” The formality of the name is just that- a formality to Venera. A face in which they must play for now, only while Milena sits on her stolen throne. 

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ailes-de-corbeau‌:

Lilita laughed, a pleasant open laugh that she seldom lets people hear. If Venera wasn’t her friend, she’d have only chuckled at the woman’s words. However, with her, Lilita was usually her unguarded self. “Who said anything about being friendly?” She countered in jest.

Uncrossing her ankles, she weighed Venera’s suggestion. She could go for a friendly duel. It had been some time since she’d practised, and the last thing she needed was to be caught up unprepared in a situation like the rebellion during the storm. She watched Venera grab the book out of her hands and nodded, a tad reluctantly.

Rolling her eyes at her dear friend’s pout, she replied, “No one would believe if I told them that General Zolnerowich gives persuasive eyes like a puppy. Yet, here you are manipulating me like that. Amazing!” She chuckled, shaking her head. It was all, obviously, light-hearted banter between the friends. “Alright, let’s go. It has been some time since I’ve held a sword.” She stood up and smoothed her dress, as if getting ready to go for a party. “I wish we had a duelling pit in the Bone District. I am not too fond of those leeches.”

A careful smirk pulls at Venera’s lips, hinting at the amusement they find in Lilita’s words. Why would she want to be friendly to the food? “Mother always said not to play with your food,” Venera countered with a laugh, a relaxed kind of sound from the usually darkened General. 

Grinning, Venera just shrugged. “You will take that to your grave- if you don’t then I’ll be force to put you in an early one and I don’t want to do that. I enjoy your company a tad too much. Sometimes.” More amused laughter before the elder woman stood and brushed her pants off with a nod. “It’s settled then. Let’s go have a little fun, we can walk through their district before they wake.” The sheer difference in their appearance now does give Venera a bit of a grin, the General in pants and leather boots where Lilita seemed to favor a dress for comfort. “Do you want to change?” Gesturing toward the pretty dress, Venera would feel somewhat bad if she were to ruin that. 

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Watching the World;

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antondashep‌:

Anton had been up since the early hours making a start on the construction of his latest project. He liked to work alone sometimes, working in the peace of him with tools in hand watching his work come to life. He had been joined later in the morning by other workers, he greeted them and updated them to what he had done already and let them carry on with the job. 

When the time came to take a break Anton reluctantly stopped, knowing he would be more than worse for wear later on. He settled himself down onto a pile of bricks and pulled food from the container he carried it in. He actually didn’t mind taking a break when he did it, he liked watching people go by, living their own lives and oblivious to what was happening around them. 

Tracking him down hadn’t been the hardest part of the adventure, she knew it was going to get him to agree to this plan that would prove difficult. She’d heard rumors of the head builder with a grudge against the supernatural, who hated anyone not human- makes her wonder what they’d done to him personally for such a hatred. It felt more than a simple distaste or fearful hate, no, this was more. 

“Anton Dashep, yes?” Venera walks a little closer, stepping into a shaft of warm sunlight as if casting a holy glow upon herself. She would never envy the endless life of the vampires and how they could never feel the warmth of such times again, regardless of their immortality. 

“I have a request of you, and I believe you’re the only one who can help me.” She doesn’t come closer, instead regards him carefully. She does not wish to treat him as caged animal, food, but her eyes might betray her. Hunger is a hard beast to hide, and dark eyes trail his open arms before looking again at his face. “So, are you willing to help?”

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HEADCANON 001 . TATTOOS

“I am a canvas of my experiences, my story is etched in lines and shading, and you can read it on my arms, my legs, my shoulders, and my stomach.”

The tattoos on Venera’s body are not there by mistake, but instead a visual representation of the defiance she holds toward the Castes and the Bone Monarch growing up. As the Upyr are too traditionalist and conservative for the art of tattoos, Venera saw it as an opportunity to set herself aside from the others. Each one holds a different story or favor done in order to receive it. 

Because Venera was born outside the courts into the lowest Caste of the Upyr race, they were often on the move more than anything. In order to survive, she had to migrate with the human tribes and the wastelands became their hunting grounds and where she learned to live. As she got older, Venera started offering her favors toward the human groups, often safe passage when wandering too close to an Upyr camp. 

The first tattoo came by accident, or at least it wasn’t planned as trade. An elder of the humans knew the art and offered it as a means of thank you. With nothing else to trade but his skills and Venera found it intriguing to be marked in such a way. Thus began the system of how she earned each of her marks. 

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rose-red-sinner‌:

Zion tilted her head into a smirk, looking over her shoulder at the emptiness. There was no one but them taking up the darkness and casting shadows in the torchlight. “Do I look like I make false promises?” A human might have coward, taken a step back from the Upyr generals dominating stance. Zion stood toe to toe, her eyes trailing up and down. It was like a statue in all of its flawless beauty, something to put on a shelf and admire. That’s what the upyr were famous for, the pretty decorative pieces. “I like being the one doing the biting.” Her fangs followed her playful wink.

“I’d go a round or two in the pits with you any day. Though, maybe you have something in mind to occupy us both.” Zion hoisted herself up on the railing behind her perch with a sigh. Normally a vampire and upyr wouldn’t be so interactive and yet here they were. She must have not cared to remember how Zion tore up her neighborhood prior to this hellish sentence.

“Did I already have a go at you on the night of the rebellion?” Zion cocked a sly grin as she tilted her head toward the relaxing upyr. Zion knew who she was well enough to remember a fight between them. This was the one who killed her kings Daddy.

“Oh I don’t know if you could handle it. Might be too prim and proper.” Zion chuckled at the thoughts sprinting through her mind. They were followed by the hilarious possibility of Milena finding out and that made it all the more tempting. “What would your Queen think. She did tie me to a chair, and not in a fun way.”

The General grins in return, arms crossed over her chest with a look of mild disregard toward the vampire. As she would not admit it aloud, but Ven found herself impressed with the girl’s fearless attitude. It’s not that Venera didn’t remember this particular vampire, for she did- a partaker in the little rebellion that put a kink in Venera’s own plans. But what good General didn’t know to have a contingency plan in place, or more for that matter? No, she remembers her just fine- the vampire was unremarkable at best but the Queen had a vested interest after the rebellion. 

A hand reaches out to hold the other’s jaw, head tilted a little as cold eyes stare back at Zion. The grin doesn’t fall from perfect lips. “I’m surprised you remember, you lost a lot of blood that night. Foul stench, the scent of death pouring from you. Too bad my Queen wanted to alive for whatever reason.” Hand dropping from her face, Venera takes a step back and shrugs. “Sad a pretty thing like you nearly died for something so reckless.” Tsking, Venera turned her heel in the dirt and sauntered over to some bench under the lamp light, taking perch once again. 

“Prim and proper?” A bark of a laugh comes from the Upyr, the idea of herself being proper does amuse her. A snicker at the idea of Milena seeming to care what the General did, now that would be a day for the history pages. “Milena does not seem to care what I do these days. As long as it is within the laws the Monarch has set then they care little for what I do.”

[stassischroeder]

“That is such a Stassi quote.”

[nickandros]

no one wearing a crown comes in the name of peace

 queens show no mercy [J.M] (via eliiasveturius)

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rose-red-sinner‌:

“you.” Zion was busy working on something labor intensive, rebuilding the destruction. It was worth it to get to raise at least a little hell, “Anything is better than this….” She dropped the tools to the ground, leaning languidly against the side of a dilapidated building with a smirk as she dusted her hands together.

“Put them in their place pretty quickly. I don’t scare as easy and I will make sure you hear me.” Humans could be so dense. They weren’t exactly subtle. Zion felt a little sympathy, but not enough to negate the fact that she was an Upyress, “They are afraid of you and they are too stupid to understand that you can hear everything they say!” Zion’s voice crescendoed at the scurrying gaggle of gossiping females. They picked up their pace murmuring under their breath.

“Aren’t the fighting pits your usual stomping ground? Not that I would mind entertaining you. No biting though, you might like it too much.” 

Eyebrows lifted at the simple answer, a look of shock passing over her face as well. She appreciated the candor, even if it might be at the expense of catching her off guard. Lips curl into a smirk and she laughs, arms crossing a little. A sign of being closed off, Venera won’t let the vampire see her bemusement too quickly. She briefly remember the face of the woman in front of her, something reminding her of those eye staring back at her. Curious, the General stands and stalks a little closer to the Vampire.

“That a promise?” The smirk hasn’t slid from place. Walking a little closer, Venera leans in. “I like them with a little bite, makes things interesting.” A wink at the other before she turns on her heel. Back to her perch, the Upyr drops herself on the bench with a leg up to drape her arm across. She looks casual, relaxed, but her eyes portray anything but. Calculating, she watches the woman before speaking again. “And yes, usually that’s where I’m at. But I’ve got some other business to deal with later and I can’t get myself stuck in a fight until it’s finished.” Eyes roam the area, they’re alone now and Venera can’t hear any nearby foot falls or breaths, letting her know they might truly be the only ones in the immediate area. “Now tell me- What did you have in mind to keep me entertained?”

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ofwickedprophecies‌:

Any time Elise can spend away from the museum, away from Milena’s gaze which seeks more than she necessarily wants to deliver even now, away from Gabriel’s needs, away from Lilita and the odd little game of literacy and more they’re playing, away from any of the rest of it, is time she somewhat gratefully takes though regards skeptically; away doesn’t mean unwatched and in a place like the square, where anyone and everyone might come through, she knows better than to believe that should she see, it’ll stay secret long. 

Today, she’s entertaining herself with little more than idle people watching and Venera draws attention, even from her. The Upyress has a reputation and Elise rather likes it, though she hasn’t really said much on the subject one way or another. Perhaps that’s why Elise is mildly surprised when Venera seats herself next to her and essentially asks her for entertainment. Everyone wants something don’t they?

“I’ve been finding my entertainment in watching everyone else,” Elise answers, “you’re welcome to join if you think you’ll get any entertainment out of it.” She pauses for a moment, before deciding to offer something else too. “Also, for what it’s worth, one day asking for stories will earn you one you don’t want to hear, Venera,” Elise pronounces, having seen—and heard—her interaction with the humans stupid enough to whisper where they’d be heard, the sentiment more the natural prediction to follow than true prophecy, though truly, if she ever were to see regarding the other, she’d surely tell her. 

She doesn’t say much, just a grunt in response to Elise. She had realized just a heartbeat too late to whom she was speaking and while it might not be out of character for Venera to walk away from a conversation, she was too desperately bored today to seek out more desirable company. Dark eyes cut to the other, attention split between the court’s seer and the crowds of the market place, idly wondering what could be so interesting about people watching for her. Little information could be gained in such a small area. 

Finally, it seems, she speaks up. “I’m surprised you still have a tongue instead your head, Elise.” The words are dark but her tone comes across light and as if teasing a friend- though the Wicked should know that is far from where Venera sees the pair. Far from friends, the General barely trusts the Wicked. “But then how will you tell your stories to the Duke and the Queen, I wonder.” Relaxed back, she turns her head to look at the other and smiles a bit, flashing white teeth.

“I only recall asking them to share their story louder. They seem to have having a time of it, whispering among themselves like that. If they want to keep secrets perhaps they shouldn’t be in the open like that.” 

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It was a delight to watch the prey scurrying away like terrified rats. A single look from Venera could strike fear in the hearts of many of the upyr, what then were a handful of weak humans before the General? The petite upyress had to suppress a grin as she watched the interaction from afar, while enjoying the last rays of the sun. After many a days the clear sun had graced them, and after a rather long and frustrating class, she decided she deserved to soak in the dwindling rays before the cold night shrouded them all.

While it seemed like she was reading, sitting with poise on one of the few chairs kept right outside the Albescu Learning School, the brunette actually had her eyes and ears on everything going on around her. Before the Upyr General had strolled in, she had noticed a human wander down to the Blood District, looking rather suspicious. ‘Something to investigate’, she had thought, hiding her Cheshire-cat smile behind the book she was supposedly reading.

Lazily, she looked up from her book and smiled, when the other upyress plopped into a seat beside her. “Scaring your fellow citizens isn’t the best way to get popular, you know,” she greeted her friend with a teasing chuckle. She closed the book and placed it in he lap. “I’m in the mood for whatever you’d like. Anything that doesn’t involve… books or teaching.” She didn’t want to admit that but she’d had her fill of knowledge for today.

Something akin to amusement fills her eyes for a fleeting moment before she’s looking back over at the friend with a warmth smile reserved solely for her friend. The General laughs a little, amused with the idea of being popular. “Who needs popularity by being friendly when I’m already a household name?” Her confidence is overly exaggerated, Venera is hardly a household name but the whispers of those in her own people bring her enough satisfaction- for now. 

Knowing that Lilita was only teasing, she just rolled her eyes and leaned forward in the chair, elbows on knees. “I haven’t been to the pits in a while- come join me.” They reach for the book in the Raven’s hand, plucking it easily from her grasp with a smirk and carefully marking the page in which she assumed they’d been reading- though careful thought made Venera wonder if it was just a prop after all. 

A pout forms, her bottom lip pushed out and eyes batting at her companion. The stars would be out soon, likely meaning the Blood Court would be awake. Venera loved a good audience when it came to the pits, often biding her time to wait until nightfall for the biggest crowds and making a challenge to anyone who might wish to fight her. With a fellow Upyr, she knew the fight would be interesting- seeing Lilita as her equal in a respect. 

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Her name is whispered in close circles, eyes glancing over shoulders as she walks past. It does not bother her that they gossip of her, that still they spread their lies with her name attached. She does not mind for it is fear that drives them to do so, jealousy taints the stories they spread of her doings. A slow smile curls across her lips, turning her face into something wicked. “If you have stories to share, please speak up so we can all hear them.” Stopping just outside the group of humans, she flashes them a darkened grin. Backs to her, they scurry off. 

Frowning, the Upyress watches them leave with little interest, instead wondering how easily she’d be caught feasting on the gaggle of women. Eyes dart around to survey the square, taking note of those openly watching her and the others that stare from behind their hands. She debates seeking a fight in the pits again, wondering if anyone might be courageous enough to step in with her. Dark eyes dance between faces around her and she gives a sigh, dropping down next to anyone who will have conversation with her. 

“Tell me,” she starts, with a glance in their direction. “What might you find entertaining to do today?”