Lucian Radu, Vampire Pony @lucian-the-vampire - Tumblr Blog

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Oh yeah, I'm a femroe now.

So I've begun playing Final Fantasy 14... here's some pics of catboi Lucian. So far just lv 55 Monk and lv 61 Samurai. Liking Samurai better, obviously. XD

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So I've begun playing Final Fantasy 14... here's some pics of catboi Lucian. So far just lv 55 Monk and lv 61 Samurai. Liking Samurai better, obviously. XD

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BOI WHAT DO YOU THINK FEEDING FROM A LIVE PONE WOULD BE LIKE FOR YOU PERSONALLY? LOSE CONTROL? SEX? IMPRINTING????

...if you're through SHOUTING, I have fed from ponies and changelings before. The first few times, some sexual things did occur. It's interesting in that you can taste all the hormones raging in the blood, and the activity makes it all the warmer. That said, it is easy to... lose control of oneself when feeding, but I have learned to control my urges....most of the time.

Can vamponies use echolocation?

Mm... I assume some of us can. Those that can shape-shift into bat-ponies, at least. I, personally, can not.

What would your reaction to a primal vampire that faints at the sight of blood be?

I would likely laugh. That's a rather silly notion, after all.That being said, I have discovered a curious plant in the Everfree Forest which can be brewed into a tea that has the same chemistry as blood, so silly vampires need not be concerned.

Do the fangs ever get in the way of you making out?

Sometimes.

Can vamponies suck out the blood of other ponies, turn them into bat ponies, or turn them into their slaves through eye contact?

Some can, yes. It depends on the strength of the Vampire's blood and their particular breed of vampirism, as well - for example, I am of old-world Balkan Vampire descent. I share some weaknesses and powers of the older vampires you might hear of in myths prevalent in that area, but not all of them.

How about an eye-opening memory and a memory that may or may not have happened?

An eye-opening memory...Well, as you are likely already aware, I am a vampony - a vampire pony, a creature who must consume the blood of other ponies for sustenance. I've known since I was a young colt, but I never realized just what an evil creature the other ponies saw me as until the day I came back from the first Changeling War. Those I'd previously known or thought of in any way resembling a friend pretended not to know me, and tried to avoid me, as if simply being near me would damn their souls. Mind you, I'd never even fed directly from another pony before - Dr. Hoof had always brought me a bag from a blood bank when I was displaying symptoms of blood-hunger. Yet they let fear get the best of them...Now, as for a memory that can neither be confirmed nor denied: I once had a one-night fling with a unicorn mare.I think.I found her alone and crying one night in Ponyville. She had white fur, and a mane of varying shades of blue. Her eyes were red - not just from crying. Her irises themselves were red. I could tell just by looking at her: she was a vampony, like me. She had no clothing except for a horn piercing and a glow-in-the-dark ear piercing. It reminded me of those glow-sticks you see at raves and on those strange cyber-punk foals.We sat and talked for a while. She said she was a popular musician, known well among the townsfolk. And she looked at me.Something just... clicked, I suppose. We started to kiss... and before we got too heavy, we fled to the ruined castle in the Everfree. The things we did there, the sounds we made, could've possibly woken the dead.The next morning, she was gone. I searched all over the forest for any trace of her, but there was none. I used hid throughout the day to spy on the townfolk of Ponyville, but never once heard about her. I disguised myself as a Canterlot Guard and infiltrated the library, to find any shred of her identity. When I did, though, my heart sank.She'd been dead for 50 years.Weary, and forlorn, I retreated to my ruins now convinced it was only a dream. A fairly pleasant one, of course, but a dream nonetheless.When I withdrew to my dark bedroom, I noticed a faint glow on my pillow. Knowing the forest's tricks, and its inhabitants' tricks, I cautiously approached the worn bit of furniture.There, on my pillow, was her glowing ear-piercing.

✂- A vivid memory and ♬- A friend memory

A friend memory.I've spoken of my best friends, Rock and Lightning Dash, right? I'll give you a quick re-cap - we met while in a training camp for the Royal Army of Canterlot. Rock was one of the strongest Earth Ponies that had applied that year, and Lightning Dash was among the fastest pegasi.It was a combat training day. I wasn't exactly a favorite of the captain for any good reason - he preferred trying to break me more than anybody else due to having been raised in Canterlot. He saw me as some sissy royal and wanted to prove his ego right, though he never succeeded.Combat training was usually a terrible exercise for most of us. Two ponies started in the ring, and as they fought the captain would slowly instruct more to join the fray against one or the other.As per usual, I was in the first round against some pony I no longer remember. He wasn't terribly strong, if memory serves, because I had him down and out in seconds. The captain, already distressed about my display of strength, had four more attack me at the same time. They fared about as well as the first - they attacked one at a time instead of working together, so it wasn't any harder.Before it was over, I'd defeated all the new recruits save for the top two newbies - Lightning and Rock, who'd been saved for last. They entered the ring confidently, believing a victory wouldn't be hard-fought now that I'd been effectively worn down. With any other pony, they'd've been right. I, however, was a vampony who'd just come into his prime. While not yet the physically-strongest, I had stamina "for days," as the colts say, and could think much more quickly than the average pony. I wasn't going to let the captain win, nor would I just hand them a victory.Lightning and Rock knew each other before coming here, I think. They seemed much more co-ordinated than the others, and worked fairly well together. One used his speed to try to distract me, while the other got ready with powerful attacks that I barely managed to evade. It was a good tactic, if but a simple one.I managed to reverse-engineer Lightning's thoughts, and lead him into one of Rock's attacks. He took a heavy blow that knocked him out of the air, but not out of the ring. Rock went at me head-to-head, barely dodging my blows or just taking them like the tank he was, and I did the same. With much more dodging instead. I really didn't want to get hit at all - shattered bones aren't a fun time, as I understand.Lightning jumped on my back, trying to weigh me down for a free hit, but hadn't secured his grip quickly enough. I swung him around my neck and kicked Rock in the face with his hind legs. As he came back around, though, Rock found an opening and headbutted me with so much force I can still hear some ringing in my ears to this day.At this point, it turned into a threeway brawl, instead of the 2-on-1 spectacle it had been, much to the captain's dismay. We fought each other for an hour - a solid, 60-minute hour - until we all three finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion and/or major injuries. The three of us were rushed off to the medic's office, but released a few hours later with a "Walk it off!" attitude.That night, I sat alone at a Ponyville bar, drinking a cider. There were ponies all around - civilians, the recruits, actual military ponies. It seemed to be a popular spot, if not the only spot.I watched out the corner of my eye as Lightning and Rock entered, and a little hush started to fall over the place. Apparently word of our battle had travelled quite fast. The two slowly walked up to me, and I turned to face them. My muscles tensed as I readied for a bar-brawl.Instead, they started laughing and lightened the mood back up. They sat beside me, with Lightning between myself and Rock to keep the two heavy-hitters from possibly starting a brawl in case of a social faux pas. We drank and had a good time and quickly became friends soon after.It's just disappointing that it didn't last very long at all...

A vivid memory and a repressed memory!

Let's have both in one. This is about to get... dark.I know my parents died protecting me and insuring my escape. I wish... I wish they hadn't. I wish I was with them. I...I remember it now. Romaneya... one hundred and fifteen years ago. Two weeks before my six birthday, actually. It was raining, foggy, cold. Early in the morning - you could almost see the mist rolling alongside us as we fled our home. Behind us, the orange glow of flaming torches, weapons, and the acrid scent of smoke filling what parts of air weren't vapor.I was still half-asleep. My father, the physically-stronger of my parents, had picked me up and was carrying me on his back. I remember the feel of his mighty hooves, thundering and rumbling as he stampeded ahead with mother in tow. I couldn't help but to shiver from the frigid, rushing air.And then he stopped so abruptly he almost threw me off. Ahead, another group of angry Vampire Hunters. Behind, a group closing in on us.Father spoke. They spoke back, amgrily. Their words bit at my ego - calling us monsters, demons, killers... but that didn't seem right. My parents... I... we weren't those things. We were just like everyone else, right?Father suddenly bolted to the left. Mother followef behind. The hunters converged and gave chase.We'd fled into a thick forest, but arrows were flying all around us. They whistled loudly as they cut through the air. The solid thunk of the arrows sticking in tree trunks echoed in the air. The angry men yelling at us, chasing us, hating us...Father suddenly passed me off to mother. "Keep him safe. Get out of here. I'll holf them off, if I can."She whimpered quietly in protest, but he darted off before she could voice her disproval. And then she ran, her wings covering me.I glanced back for a brief second - father was trying to fight. We fled too quickly to truly see the outcome... but I'm smart enough to know better. He died defending us...Mother wasn't as strong a runner as he was while carrying me. The hunters caught up with us, and the onslaught of arrows continued, but now with the lovely addition of spears. They were more accurate now, and closer.And then one hit mother's left hind leg. We went tumbling head over heels, and I rolled farther than she.I quickly stood up and tried to get mother to get up - but she'd broken a wing in the fall. She shook me away, urged me to run. There was fear in her eyes and anger in her voice.She screamed at me to run.And I ran.Arrows pierced her throat before I was out of earshot. I listened to my own mother die as I fled her murderers.I ran until I stopped breathing - and continued to run. I reached a lake I knew eventually flowed out to the ocean - we owned this property. Father's favorite boat was still loosely anchored here, thankfully. I quickly untied the anchor and quietly floated away...Several weeks later, I arrived in Ponyville.

A childhood memory and a memory of something paranormal! (Not so easy to copy and paste the actual symbols on mobile soooo)

That’s absolutely fine - after all, it saves me the trouble of having to identify the symbols.

A favorite childhood memory… hm. I honestly have so few. But… earlier in my narrative I spoke of my physician Dr. Hoof. He was more than just my physician, he was a good mentor and friend. Dare I say it, I even looked up to him as a father figure, of sorts.On my first winter in Canterlot, he came to check up on me to make sure I hadn’t caught any of the typical ailments of the season - the common cold, the flu, etc. I was only five at the time. Celestia had gone off on royal business and I was essentially alone at the castle.I stared through my bedroom window at a blanket of fresh snow that had fallen on the royal garden the night before. I suppose he picked up on my curiosity and took me outside to see it myself. He showed me how to make and throw snowballs, and I helped him build a snowpony. Afterwards he made tea. I remember the way steam hissed from the cup and graced my nose as I drank.I know it’s a simple memory. Not very fantastic, perhaps even disappointingly common. But I was a particularly sorrowful colt, what with being orphaned and exiled and the psychological traumas that brings, and rare were the occassions my soul would afford me a moment’s joy.

Now, you also asked for a paranormal memory: well, living in a world of magic you find that almost everything can lose its luster if you just claim it was a magic trick - and not just a parlour-magic trick, I mean. However there are some things which simply make no sense - Timberwolves, for instance. How are they made? By whom? And why?Another good instance - the Everfree Forest. I took residence there after I fled from Canterlot - a story I shall regale you with all in due time - and many of the things I’ve seen there I’ve found no explanation for. But there is one that sticks out…In the Everfree lies an old castle, in ruins. There is one night every year that, should it rain, the castle fills with ghostly inhabitants from a time I believe was well before I was born - so before the 1900’s, at least. They seem to all gather and replay some kind of ball that was held there once.A handsome stallion and beautiful mare always catch my eye - they dance together, they sit together, and they share a calm, quiet moment together out on the balcony that almost no longer remains. There was just something so serene and heartwarming about it that cheered me up each time I saw it.After pouring over the tomes and records that weren’t completely destroyed in the library, I discovered it was my father, Viaţă, and my mother, Iulia. Perhaps I’m just sentimental, but it’s the only look into their lives that I’ve ever been able to have. I don’t know how or why that particular phenomenom happens, and… frankly, I don’t want to.After all, the greatest magics are those we can’t explain.

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Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart (Acoustic)

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I’ve been wanting to do this for forever… this is one of my favorite songs, from HIM’s album “Razorblade Romance.” It’s a four-guitar track - three guitars work the harmonies and keyboard parts, and the fourth guitar is the rhythm guitar.

I should be recording a live version next Thursday and Friday… with any luck it’ll be done by the first or second of November.

Take a listen, tell me what you think.

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Fixed an issue in the harmonies of the chorus-chorus bridge - they’d been written a whole note down by mistake. #.#

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