Atone through strength.

Tors (Lycaon) | 3000+ | Aspect | Original Lycan | In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of God, hovering above? At least it is true, that man has no control. Even over his own will.

[wae-teeth]

on the second day of clownmas +6: @lycaonx

'But I'm hungry now, and the scraps are dirty dirt I'm hungry now, it's in the scraps of dirty dirt.' - "Deer", Manchester Orchestra

[gaybuckybarnesss]

JASON MOMOA On The Roam 1.03

[lycaonx]

For: @xliilith

Where: Lupercalia

"Thank you," Lycaon began awkwardly, "For what you did for Trivia." This was probably the nicest thing he had uttered to the mother of demons in centuries, the pleasantry tasting foreign on his tongue. He did not have to acknowledge what she had done, but her actions greatly benefitted someone he found himself caring about more and more. While Lycaon did not know or really care what Lilith had in store for the original vampire, he was no stranger to her cruelty and knew she would relish his suffering.

[lycaonx]

For: @howlinglucas

Where: Lupercalia

When: Day 3, after the doubles tournament

“I’d hate to be a Demogorgon knowing you’re out there,” Lycaon said, walking up to Lucas holding two glasses of beer.  He offered one to Lucas with a nod of approval. Although they had lost to literal gods in the final match up, Lucas and Damian were still able to contend with the best of them. The original lycan expected nothing less than excellence from Lucas, he bore witness to the lycan’s tenacity during the years they spent running feral together during the end times. Damian was nothing to be scoffed at either, Elena’s son had held his own during the match. "Having fun?" Lycaon inquired, it had been a while since the last time the two of them had spoken.

[lycaonx]

For: @crcssrcads

Where: Lupercalia, day 2

"Tell me the truth," Lycaon said, flexing and spinning around in a circle, "Are the shorts too much?" The original lycan had leaned hard into the wrestling themes of the fights, donning a flamboyant get up that looked like something stolen directly from Macho Man Randy Savage's wardrobe. The shorts were skin tight and covered in stars, the rest of the outfit made up of a neon pink and yellow fringed vest and a cowboy hat. One of the perks of having literal scary dog privilege was being able to dress however you pleased, however, he still valued Trivia's input.

[lytharixfenrir]

@senatusstarters Location: Lubercalia

"I hope you fight better than you drink," Fenrir was trying to keep a straight face, and it was there until the lycan tipped backwards, falling into another and landing in a heap. It started another fight, and the lythari had to laugh as he stepped over the legs of the passed out lycan to make his way towards the edges of the ring. There were many here, lycans that were either desperate for blood or desperate for the adrenaline that came with it. Lythari were less frequent, "Sköll," he murmured towards the nearest, downing it all in one go and setting the empty cup down. "Are you here to fight or gawk at those who think they're important enough to be called Alpha?"

[lycaonx]

This gathering seemed to double in size every year, attracting more and more esteemed guests. It appears that even the noble lythari were not above indulging in the debauchery and violence. Perhaps they were more similar than Lycaon had initially assumed. "Sköll," He responded, raising his glass of beer before chugging it down in a few gulps. He then let out an triumphant howl and smashed the glass mug against the side of his head. "Please," He scoffed with a dismissive wave, "I'm like a proud father watching from the sidelines. The finalists in this competition consist of the strongest fighters in the world, whoever wins will be important enough to be called Alpha. And besides," Lycaon looked Fenrir over, nonchalantly sizing him up, "I would only step into the ring to face a worthy opponent." It was a playful jab, but violence was a language that both of them spoke fluently.

[namakaeham]

[lycaonx]

For: @adamoromerof

Where?: Lupercalia, near the fighting rings

“Looks like this old dog still has some fight in him,” Lycaon teased, lightly punching Adamo in the shoulder. The opening roster for the alpha gauntlet had been posted, some of the names on the list honestly catching the original lycan by surprise.  He made a displeased face when he saw Remus on the list, perhaps he would have to step in to ensure that the imposter did not steal what rightfully belonged to his people. "Do you think you can make it to the final round?" The fact that Adamo was competing against all these young lycans, volatiles and draegloths among them, was no small feat and certainly impressed the Aspect.

[crcssrcads]

I know you're strong, but that doesn't mean you have to be alone.

[hellboys]

JASON MOMOA as Flip in Slumberland (2022)

[ohsuestorm]

JASON MOMOA for Esquire (2019).

[lycaonx]

for: @bloodcrowncd

time: Day 9

location: Necromantieon Ruins

Lycaon kept his confusion at bay by continuing to fight onwards, picking off any survivors that dared to push themselves free from the rubble. He had spotted Pluto a few hours earlier but the original vampire had disappeared into the shadows before he could speak to him. "Are you going to join in," Lycaon called out, unable to tell if Pluto was still in his vicinity or if he had fucked off somewhere else, "Or are you going to let me have all the fun?" He channeled his rage over what Pluto had done to Trivia into the witch he had drug out of the rubble. Razor sharp claws at the ends of partially transformed fingers dug into magical flesh, spilling viscera and entrails onto the blood-soaked earth. He would deal with Pluto's wrongdoings after this war, if they survived. For now, he needed the Original's strength, as wrong as that sounded for him to admit.

[caribbean1989]

"Permission to come aboard?"

Aquaman (2018)

[lycaonx]

For: @crcssrcads

Where: Basecamp, medic tents

Time: Night 3 

After much encouragement from his subordinates, Lycaon finally pulled himself away from the battlefield to return to the base camp for a quick rest. Stepping back from the carnage proved to be far more difficult than he had anticipated, the prospect of violence drew the vile beast in on a primal level. He stepped back into camp, blood still running along the edge of the massive sword that hung across his back; rivulets of ichor dripping down the ridges of his armor. Amongst the sea of aromas, one familiar scent stood out amongst the crowd.  His curiosity got the better of him and he followed the trail that led him to her. “Trivia,” He greeted, surprised to see her actually standing there. “You’re in no shape to be out here,” The original lycan grumbled disapprovingly, “You should be back at the Pyramid.” He shot a glare to the man lying on the cot awaiting aid from Trivia’s magic. The original witch should not being here, wasting her now limited reserves on expendable cannon fodder. His concern over her overexerting herself extended beyond the fact that her power would be vital in ensuring the Allied Forces survived, although he would be pressed to admit it with others in earshot.

[vivienvalentino]

JASON MOMOA in Wolves (2014)

[bloodcrowncd]

@lycaonx​ a few minutes after the pluto’s homecoming event location: in the woods  note: jesus take the wheel because this… is gonna get messy

The effects of both Fairman and Dhampir blood would still linger inside of him for the next few hours, occupying his mind and body. They’d really found the most potent of specimen for his little game that night and as the festivities slowly stopped, some clothes and bodily fluids remained all over the place. He’d have to call someone to clean up the mess they’d left behind, but that’d have to wait for another day, or two. Instead, Pluto tried to clear his head while walking through the woods, while it was still dark outside. 

Pressed against a nearby tree, Pluto sighed, eyes closed and mind as focused as possible to control himself. All of that hard thought control left his body as soon as a far too familiar stench filled the air. A Lycan. Not a Lycan, the Lycan. Opening his eyes again, they burned like rubies within the night, fixated on the man he’d come to loathe for eons. His instincts took over then, fangs extended as he let out a primal hiss, ready to attack. With his mind still being dizzy, his body weakened by the last few hour’s shenanigans, Pluto’s speed wasn’t exactly on par with Lycaon for now, but Pluto still managed to pin the other to the ground. Focus, focus. The mind of the vampire remained a mess, which is why, as Pluto gripped the other man’s neck, a soft moan escaped Pluto’s throat, though he kept his fangs in display, eyes red with fury. “You’re destroyed everything, Lycaon”

[lycaonx]

~

It was only a matter of time before the vampires, high off blood and their own egos, would come spilling out of the Pluto mansion and into the city. The original lycan sought solitude within the forest, currently seated on a fallen log with his gaze fixed on the stars and a cigar in his hand. But the peace was short lived, the distinct stench of death permeated the air and Lycaon actually smiled at the prospect of making an example out of any vampire that dared to step foot in these woods. Away from the judgmental eyes of the Senate, this was his domain.

Pluto’s presence was unexpected, but the wolf was never one to refuse a fight, especially against one of the originals themselves.  His eyes flashed gold, animalistic and tinged with malice.  His gaze shifted towards Pluto, a silent challenge to come try him if he so dared. Lycaon was expecting him to start talking his ear off, hurling every tired insult that he had heard thousands of times before at him.  Pluto’s sudden action caught him off guard, knocking the lycan off the log he was seated on and onto the leaf covered forest floor.  An amused laugh escaped him the two ancients tussled on the ground.  This was going to be fun. 

"Not everything. Looks like you're still here," Lycaon's voice was a low rumbling growl. The original vampire's behavior was unusual, Pluto was certainly displaying a side of himself that Lycaon had never witnessed before. The moan that escaped Pluto when the vampire gripped his throat hadn’t gone unnoticed. "The fuck is wrong with you?" His fingers wrapped around the vampire's wrist, tightening his grip with enough force that would have turned a mortal's bones to dust. This blood-drunk and desperate creature currently latched onto him was a far cry from the god’s usual composure. A thundering snarl erupted from the lycan, staring up at the creature he had despised for so long awakened something primal within him.  He hooked one of his legs around Pluto’s, hands gripping the vampire’s smaller waist and flipping them so he was now ontop of him. Straddling his hips, Lycaon pinned him under the full weight of his body, grabbing Pluto by the wrist that he wasn’t currently holding and pinning it to the ground above the vampire’s head. “I’m not one of the desperate fucking blood bags from your party.  You’re in over your head, Pluto,” The lycan sneered, breath warm on the original’s face as he loomed over him.

[lycaonx]

Lycaon - Attending a Midsommar Night's Dream

I was raging, it was late In the world my demons cultivate I felt the strangest emotion, but it wasn't hate For once