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hailtotheking-krov:

Honestly… The question gives Devon every reason to pause, and he can’t help but succumb to that fact. He would swear that every time he decides to go for a little stroll outside? He meets someone who wants something or other to do with… Bones. Or dead things. And frankly, he just wasn’t sure how to take it. He’s midstride, hands casually resting in the pockets of his jeans when he comes to that stop. “Do I… Bones? What exactly do ya need bones for, bub? Whatcha practicing?” 

“Yeah, bones.” His nose crinkled at being called bub, but he saw past it in favor of getting a solid answer. “Self care.” Now whether or not it was the self care was for him or not was left to the other’s assumption. Calvin would’ve clarified that it was for the bird of prey, but he couldn’t be bothered since he was kind of on a time crunch. 

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rhoankennedy:

Rhoan didn’t answer the question right away, not only because it was a strange question but also because he was a little too busy staring at the giant bird perched on the other man’s shoulder.  There was a lot of weird stuff to be seen around the castle, but this was definitely up there on the barghest’s list.  He finally moved his gaze away from the bird and cleared his throat, Rhoan’s brow furrowing slightly before he shook his head.

“Uh.  No, sorry.  I don’t usually carry those things around with me.”  The slave replied with a slight laugh.  “Maybe you could ask one of the cooks here?  If anyone has that stuff, it’s gotta be one of them.”

Calvin pursed his lips in response to the reasonable answer. “Alright, checks out- except I don’t really know where that is from here.” The general location of the kitchen was somewhere in the back of his head, but he hadn’t really come down this way and needed to go scout out a cook before this. Plus, it wasn’t like he could ask the bearded vulture for directions either. “You mind pointing us in the general direction?”

[rowanaudley-blog]

“Well, if I am giving out bones I would like to know who they are going to. Your preference of bones may not be the same as your lady-friend here.” Rowan smiled widely. He watched the other man interact with the bird and chocolate orbs began to warm with amusement as the creature croaked at his compliments, “She doesn’t need anyone to come to her defence.” He sided cheerfully with the bird.

“I’m sure I can find something.” Rowan decided with a decisive nod. “You will need to come with me. I don’t carry them with me.” The mershark began to walk, “Any preference on the species? Sea life will come to be much easier. If not you may have to find a well behaved wolf to hunt down a rabbit for you.” Rowan was humming musically in between words. 

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“Defense? I was just complimenting her,” Calvin sniffed back, but he was quick to scowl when he felt the talons tighten where the bearded vulture sat. “Alright, alright- I’ll let people think whatever they want. You got any preferences your royalty?” Everything he said was directed at the avian. Which might’ve looked somewhat odd from an outsider’s point of view, but he could honestly care less. 

There came a slow, almost pensive blink from the bird of prey before she gave a few croaks. “Well she says that land animals are her cup of tea, but just between you and me- I think anything would do at this point. She has a bigger sense of pride than most of the stuck up leeches in this place.”

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krovsxemory:

It was odd to find Emory near his tent doing nothing. As someone that preferred to keep himself moving, working out constantly to ensure that he would be in tip-top fighting shape for whoever claimed him, to see him sit still was a rarity. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have his reasons. Today he was simply sitting down, letting his ears listen to the commotion happening inside of the slave area in the hopes to find something that would point him in the direction of someone that would claim him for his intended purpose.

Keeping his ears trained on every which way but in front of him, the sudden presence would have nearly startled him had he not had any bone in his spine, and he chuckled lightly at the question that came. Lifting his head, he was greeted with a surprisingly gorgeous man with a bird of prey sitting upon his shoulder, and he couldn’t help but smile. “I can’t say I do. If I had this collar off of me, though, I’d have helped you to acquire some… I’m quite the hunter,” Emory spoke. “I’m guessing this is for a ritual of some sort?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so everyone says in this place,” Calvin said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “And you guessed wrong. Does it look like I do rituals with bones? Does it look like I do rituals? Don’t answer that- it’s to eat, and it’s a yes or no question so thanks for answering.” If he had more time on his hands, which he kind of did, he might’ve stuck around for a bit longer. Thing was that the bearded vulture on his shoulder was holding on tighter and tighter the longer she went without being fed.  

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krovs-calvin:

Raised by the Fae, the mershark had miraculously avoided their slaughter during the most recent battle at the castle. Their contempt and desire to see Rowan’s head atop one of their swords was justified, Rowan had betrayed them by divulging their secrets to the vampires during the very first war, but still… the hybrid was under the impression that if they hadn’t achieved it by this point they never would. He had recovered from his minor wounds and seemed to not recall… anything, from the battle. Glamouring was something that Rowan could not only perform on others to the highest complexities, but also on his own mind. It was something that over the thousands of years he had been alive had caused his mind to be… fragile, at best. To him, he had been on vacation for the last two weeks.

He hummed musically as he walked, until the man and the bird caught his attention. “Is it for you, or the bird?” Rowan asked with a smile, cheerfully swinging a golden pocket watch between his fingers. He eyed the bird, then the admittedly pleasing olive features of the man, before back to the creature again. “Not the prettiest of birds, but I suppose they serve their purpose.”

“What’s it matter?” Came the instant reply, still with a placid smile on his lips. “Now hang on a minute, don’t be rude. She’s extremely pretty in her own right,” he said with the barest hint of offense. “Like, look at plumage.” A hand was extended out to run over the front of the bearded vulture, but he stopped an inch away when she made a croaking noise. “Okay, I was trying to come to your defense, but fine- don’t gotta be so testy about it,” Calvin said, this time to the avian rather than the other man. 

“Anyways, answer is- it’s for the lady here. Got a cracked wing that’s still healing so I thought I’d make it easier for her and help out. So do you or don’t you have a carcass or some bones?” 

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wicekleskov:

After thinking about it, he realised sparks weren’t probably a good idea around books and flammable objects. “Point taken, probably a bad idea.” The vampire dropped the book onto the table, realising that it didn’t make sense to him anyway so what was the point. He wasn’t going to learn magic from a book when he didn’t understand what the magic was let alone how to use it.

It was good to know that he looked like a jack ass trying to create something out of nothing. The vampire snorted at the vivid description despite how apt it sounded for how he was feeling. “That was a charming way of phrasing it,” he said, shaking his head. “I look like a guy who’s having impotency issues but with magic because I am. I don’t know how it works.” It was frustrating to admit.

“Yeah, just a teeny bit.” The bridge of his nose scrunched as he replied; just to add in a more sardonic effect. “Hey, I’m just telling it as I see it. I wouldn’t go that far to say that you have any sort of impotency, but what do I know? I don’t know you- I don’t know your life. I just have a mind of an immature teenager and related impotent to some faulty dick issues.” And, after that mouthful, he flashed a bright grin like it’d lessen the bullshit he had just spewed. 

“But you know there are probably some people that can, like, help you out with that stuff, right? I don’t know about asking anyone here, because everyone’s some sort of fucked up and shit but it’s probably worth a shot to get over your pride- or anxiety, or whatever it is that has you doing this in secret.”

[krovs-calvin-blog]

Being able to communicate with wildlife was essentially first nature to him. So to say that he was more comfortable with forming bonds with the flora and fauna around him was a bit of an understatement. It was wholly different than the effort it took to communicate with other species. Yet he lived in a world were coming into contact with things that were more human like was needed. 

The current question he had been asking left and right was a good example of this. Although, said question was kind of a startling, and morbid, thing to hear when it came to people. 

“Hey, ‘scuse me, you don’t happen to have any, like, carcasses or bones do you? The fresher the better.” The words came out smoothly; like he’d either been rehearsing the lines a million times or he simply didn’t care about the context. And, to make everything that much weirder, he had a ridiculously large bird perched on his shoulder. 

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wicekleskov:

As much as Wicek wanted to avoid people, it was inevitable that he would run into someone who wanted to talk about this or that. If he wanted to maintain some semblance of who he was, he knew he had to play along and be nice sometimes. The vampire crossed his arms over his chest, turning to look at the other. It was someone he hadn’t met before so there was no need to pretend.

There was something in the smile that he didn’t trust, not that he trusted much lately. “They were just sparks,” the vampire muttered. With his fists clenched, he went back to the magic book, trying to figure out what might have gone wrong. “There’s an aura?” That was the first time he had heard that. The strigoi’s was curious now, what kind of aura could he see, and could other’s see it. “What does the aura tell you?”

Magic was still very new to him still, clearly. Even as a vampire he had never bothered to play with the magic when it was in his blood and now he had regrets. “Are you a magic user?”

“Yeah, they sure were.” Sparks that could’ve led to something else, but who was he to be the judge of magic? The only thing he could practice was the type that orientated around the earth. Other than that he was pretty much useless in, but he was able to recognize other forms of it. He kind of had to given the amount of squabbles he’s been in. 

“Aura, gut feeling- whatever the fuck you wanna call it. I can’t actually see that hocus pocus shit, but it’s not that hard to see how focused you are on that thing. Kind look like you’ve been backed up for a few days.” Alright, he didn’t need to add in that last part, but the words flew from his mouth anyways. 

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wicekleskov‌:

magic sparks | open

Wicek had always been a bit of a recluse, choosing to stay in his room and only venturing out when he needed something, or there was someone he wanted to see. With everything that had happened during the battle, the vampire had pulled himself further away from the castle. He had even begun ignoring those that were close to him, unsure of how to speak to them when everything felt different. They were expecting a kind, gentle man when all he felt like doing was tearing the blood out of creatures bodies to drink. Or play with. It was all very new still. 

Whatever had happened during the ritual of the necromancer had left him with something curious to play with. It was why he found himself in the library, perusing the magic books for what he wanted. One volume caught his eye and flicking through a few pages, he began seeing if he could make it work. A few muttered words and something sparked, a violent red colour swirled around his fingertips before it was gone. “Fuck. Shit,” he muttered. Catching a glimpse of another watching him, he spun around, bearing his teeth in annoyance. “What do you want? Make it quick.”

The past few weeks really were something. He might not have been able to form solid bonds before everything went to shit, but he sure managed to do just that during the outbreak. Anything from making new enemies to pseudo buddies were all in the bag now. 

There were still a few injuries that were healing, but it wasn’t debilitating enough for him to rest. Boredom got the better of him during his break so he wandered around the castle grounds a bit. It hadn’t been his intention to stare at the guy, but it was kind of hard not to when a flare of color popped up. 

A corner of his mouth tugged upwards slightly at just the sight, but it almost dropped when he was called out on. “Oh, I don’t want anything. Just kind of hard to miss those sparks and the whole..” Calvin waved his hand towards the other’s general direction. “Aura, I guess?”

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conallkhan‌:

Strange how self preservation works at times, there’s no real reasoning behind it. Where he was intended to beg for help if voice allowed him, beg to be taken back to the room, bleary eyes try to gain focus when a voice drifts to his ears.

He can’t truly see, just an outline, some colours, he can’t truly hear what’s being said, either. Or better, the tone and meaning escapes him, and instead of lashing out in retaliation at the rudeness that lacks empathy, Conall’s hands reach up to try and grab anything he can.

It’s something, bone and fabric under his fingers, he uses it to weakly haul himself up to a seat. A surface of skin tone floats before his vision, and Conall leans in, further towards where the neck should be, aiming to sink his teeth into whoever. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps… His frantic mind wants one thing. Blood. A cure. Or both.

This was pretty, well, pitiful. Calvin watched, shifted a little when he was used as a step stool to get up, but he didn’t do much other that that. Not until he saw the guy lean in and flash those shiners at him. Then he shuffled back while he stood up; well out of the other’s reach, or well, bite. 

“I know I wasn’t here when all of this happened, and that I’m not the best when playing detective, but I’m pretty sure you did a number on that guy.” His eyes slid over towards the presumably dead body. “And I’m not lookin’ to kick it just yet.”

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The first time it happens it’s almost comical, blood, pouring back out Conall’s mouth, dripping out of his nose. He’s well-dressed, as usual in a suit and a button down shirt, a silk tie and dress shoes, of course that ruined it. He lets the corpse drop, his initial disgust and surprise washed away by another bout of nausea.

He feels like he’s dying, perhaps this human was drugged, perhaps deathly ill.

The next time it happens, it happens much later, the blood has churned and had the time to fully release it’s poison. Conall would rather he’d have vomited like the first time, instead it festers inside him until all he can do, is half stumble, half crawl to the door of his suite.

Whoever finds him must think it’s a murder scene inside his quarters, dark streaks where his feet dragged, bloodied towels and ruined upholstery, and Conall, pale, shivering and shaky, voicelessly begging for help on his hands and knees.

He’s greedy when feeding, just like in everything else in life. This time, it seems, he’s met his match.

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It hadn’t been his intention to stick his nose into something that wasn’t his business, but that’s exactly what he ended up doing anyways. How could he not when he came upon this? 

Calvin stopped short from the other and squatted down. “Damn.” It came out emphasized and slow; like he was thoroughly impressed. Which, he was if h was being honest about it. “The fuck’s wrong with you?” Being polite wasn’t something he was that skilled in, clearly. Not even the face of extreme pain and possible death could soften his exterior.