the devil does not whisper in your ear

O R E D O S L A N Ancient vampire in a modern world. Oredoslan has been on the earth for two-thousand years, and has no plans on leaving it any time soon. indi oc. triggers and nsfw will be tagged, both mun and muse are of age. please check the about page for important info on oredoslan.

[oredoslanrp]

//casually likes all the teen wolf shit //casually ships all the ships //casually sobs because she better not be dead

[oredoslanrp]

"Well, it appears we are to be married for a short time, Oredoslan."

"Should I move in with you now, my wife? We can talk about wedding bands and a second honeymoon--" He pauses, smiles, steps a little closer. "Although I don't remember our first honeymoon. We should have a ceremony to officially commemorate our joining."A well kept secret it was, that Oredoslan enjoyed weddings. It was an easy place to find fresh meals, and the joining of families was something to be cherished and respected. Back in his time, there wasn't much pomp and circumstance when poor people married. Salves had been banned completely unless it was for breeding reasons. But he still enjoyed, secretly, hearing about families that became permanently intertwined. He just wondered if the joining of a vampire and a super cube would have equally as amazing. [/fkdjsjfjsjsb this was supposed to shorter oops]

[maheafuckyou]

What Holy Sin || Open

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Heightened perception meant a heightened sense of awareness, noting and cataloging actions and reactions, little movements and possible inferences. Danny was doing the best he could to try and read Oredoslan, but it was proving difficult; he was still learning how to best utilize his new potential for focus and observation.

“Danny,” the reply came. “Mahealani.” Maybe the guy would get the coincidence of his last name, maybe he wouldn’t. It’s like a punchline, the wolf thought to himself, stifling a small chuckle. “And no. It’s hard to see when you’re face down in the dirt, with someone born and bred stronger than you gnawing on your back.” Alright, so sassing the man wasn’t his best idea, but still. Gauging and cataloging reactions. If it pulled a positive, then the man appreciated backbone. Opposite, and he preferred subservience. Important information to have.

Poking and prodding at something “much more powerful than himself” (according to its own words) may not have been Danny’s most shining moment of genius, but he had nothing to go on when it came to believing the guy. The reality of his words never actually set in, like a toddler hearing threats but they never get fulfilled. Until a proper demonstration of power, until Danny was really and truly afraid for his life or someone else’s under Oredoslan’s strength or skill, the man would be a mystery, a question to be answered.

[oredoslanrp]

"Danny." Oredoslan purred quietly, his expression still giving no indication of what he was actually feeling. The young man's last name --Heavenly Moonlight, really?-- caused his eyes to sparkle with amusement, if only for a moment. The irony is palpable, but he holds onto this information for later on, locks it away for a moment when he's not so focused on his next feeding session. 

His eyes had wandered from Danny's face to his neck, watching as the pulse point jumps with each beat of his heart. That blatant sass has him looking back up and a slow forming smile replacing his previously blank look. The vampire pushes off the wall he'd been leaning on, walks forward towards Danny with the grace of a jungle cat before stopping mere inches from the new werewolf. The scent of young, virile male is nearly overpowering to Oredoslan's already heightened sense of smell, but instead of moving away, he leans forward and stares down at the wolf. 

"Would you like to know who did this to you?" A simple, yet loaded question. Oredoslan would not find the one who bit Danny for the new wolf's sake, of course not. Instead he'd do it for himself, enjoy the thrill of a hunt, and then the thrill of a kill. "Or would you rather live in the dark, forever wondering who took your humanity from you and gifted you with delicious power?"

Because even though Danny didn't crave power, Oredoslan always had. The most important thing to him was the power, and ability to survive. It was something that he planned to teach Danny in the near future. 

[oredoslanrp]

Play Date || OPEN

[oredoslanrp]

Smell was Oredoslan’s strongest sense. He could pinpoint and identify most things immediately —call it old age, he would always call it him being amazingly talented. 

But the scent that suddenly invaded his senses was like nothing he’d ever smelled before. 

Did the universe have a smell? If it did, he was positive that it would smell like this woman. Rain, thunder, electricity— energy. Pure and ultimate, unyielding in both its power and beauty. 

He wanted to lean in, sniff her, taste her, but he held back. The power that radiated off of her was, to be put simply, terrifying. He’d never been met with a power source like this, one that seemed this, well, powerful. 

So he leaned back a bit, raised his eyebrows at her when the words came into his mind instead of his ears —he’d met several telepaths before, but none like this one. 

“Pop culture insults my kind,” He answered aloud as he forced himself to adopt a relaxed position in his seat. “Am I the first vampire you’ve met?” Get as much information as he could without doing something and stupid and getting himself killed, that was Oredoslan’s plan. He’d survived for two-thousand years now, and there was no way he was going to allow himself to be killed in a library now. 

[ladytesseract]

Tess was impressed with his response, even if his ease was feigned. He’d recognized her power, and knew he was now cautious, though he handled himself well. She lingered in his mind, though not yet invasively. Simply observing as he did the same to her.

I am not surprised, pop culture seems particularly good at that. This time, she did look at him, her unnaturally blue gaze drifting over his form curiously. In person, yes. I knew some lingered around this realm, but never encountered them myself. I rather thought they were extinct, by now.  And amused smirk quirked up her lips, sensing his own curiosity of her. I am afraid you will find no blood for you to taste within me, Oredoslan. 

So, Tess continued, angling towards him and tilting her head. Two-thousand years? All spent conscious? Oh, the experiences you must have. 

[oredoslanrp]

This realm? By Jupiter's cock, what was this woman?

A goddess? Demoness? Planet? He'd certainly heard of weirder things. 

Oredoslan stared back into those unnaturally blue eyes, confusion swimming in his own. It was amusing, how they both seemed to be so intrigued by the other. 

The blood comment through him off, and he found himself saddened by that fact. What would it be like to taste the universe? Would she taste as she smelled? He leaned forward, chin resting on his open palm and blinked slowly before answering. 

"I have not been conscious for the entire time. I slept--" He paused, thought about that statement again and shook his head slowly. "Not slept. Vampires have no need to sleep. It's more of... a trance. I fell into one during the fourteenth century, and awoke in the sixteenth. I have not fallen into such a long trance since then." Why did he tell her so much about himself? It was unusual, but not entirely unwelcome.  Maybe she would reciprocate the action?

"Humans paint vampires in sinister lights, but really, we are still human. Just evolved, with less of their weaknesses. We are the ultimate predator, and have chosen them as our prey. We are desires and wants made real, and they wish to hide from us, make us seem weaker through the use of pop culture." He raised his free hand and made a sweeping motion, then scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Really? I have never met another creature that sparkled. And our skin has never been, and never will be, as hard as marble." Twilight was an insult both to his kind, and to literature in general, and he harbored a deep hatred for it.

Blinking again, Oredoslan straightened himself up, folded his hands in front of him on the table and drank in the sight of this magical being. "The experiences I have are nothing to what you must have stored in your mind. Tell me of yourself, my lady." Lady, goddess, universe-- he wasn't at all sure what to adress her as. What title could an all powerful being accept that would do it justice?

[oredoslanrp]

and this my friends

is pure evil in a bag

//nods sagely 

[oredoslanrp]

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[oredoslanrp]

General note:

Probably wont be on any account tonight

[oredoslanrp]

everything is making me sad tonight

no clue why

just gonna

probably stay off for the rest of the night 

or actually i guess i could force myself into a better mood by hopping on justin's blog because he's a happy little fuck

but

urrgh, work 

//crawls under a blanket and watches white collar instead

[oredoslanrp]

added two new pages to oregano's blog for further clarification of him

the first one is about him as a vampire. it goes into detail about every aspect of the type of vampire he is. it's labeled PLEASE on the sidebar. 

the second is about how he interacts with other vampires. it's labeled READ on the sidebar. 

now that that's done, i'm gonna go do homework or something. i have to take the ap lit exam tomorrow morning, so i'll be scarce again. 

[askmrstefan-deactivated20170524]

[oredoslanrp]

//makes dying animal noises

[maheafuckyou]

What Holy Sin || Open

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Hands gripped his waist roughly as the supposed vampire brought forth a glimmer of hope in the wolf, before crushing it with those red, dead eyes. The terror of the moment surged forward and fell away almost immediately after, as the man managed to reign himself in. 

Nodding, Danny did his best to internalize the ‘encouragement’, feeling rather cowed and not wanting to agitate the man any further than he already had. There was a sort of respect for the stranger, born out of fear, the desire for what the man was offering, and a strange kinship he felt toward someone who, like him, wasn’t exactly human. As the first fellow supernatural creature Danny had met, Ordeoslan was setting the bar for how the new wolf would perceive them as a whole.

Even without the use of the commanding tone, Danny essentially signed on for whatever the vampire was offering. The first to trust, the first to offer explanation, and the wolf was more than willing to meet whatever cost there was. As he’d learned, healing was quick and dying was difficult, so what permanent harm could the vampire want from him, aside from death itself? 

When he disappeared, Danny started following the trail of death along the path he’d taken, finding himself walking through town toward an abandoned apartment. There he was, just as tall and intimidating as before, but Danny stood a little straighter now. The man seemed to have a thing for dignity, for poise, so the least the wolf could do was attempt to comply.

[oredoslanrp]

While he would never voice it aloud, Oredoslan approved of the way the wolf's spine seemed straighter when he neared. It was good to see him trying to adapt already. In his many years, Oredoslan had discovered the most important law of nature:

Adapt, or die. 

Leaning against the wall of the building with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, Oredoslan seemed put together, completely in control, but inside he was a wreck. The urge to literally pounce on the wolf and drain him was strong, although it had weakened considerably since they were now outside, and he had other smells to focus on instead of the wolf's, or the way his pulse beat a tattoo in his neck. He would feed, and he would feed soon, that much he was sure of. But for now, he had to wait. 

"Your name-- what is it?" Not that it really mattered. Oredoslan would call the wolf whatever he felt like calling him on most occasions, but that, was another hidden truth. "And, do you recall what alpha bit you?" An irresponsible one, for having left so much potential behind. Wolves needed packs, and either it had been an accident --which still should have had a support system, he supposed-- or it was done just for the fuck of it. Either way, it worked out to his advantage. 

He blinked once at the wolf as he waited for his answers, and wondered what type of man this one had been before the change. Was he still so eager to learn, to know what was going on? Had he really been changed so much by the bite? All useless questions that would get him no where tonight. 

[oredoslanrp]

Leap of Faith || Oredoslan & Dan

[rooftoprunner]

Dutch. He spoke Dutch. Not just that, but it was fluent. Perfect. 

“Nee, niet alleen kussens,” he replied in a near involuntary need to defend his mutation, even though he wasn’t on all good sides with it. While his entire head was struggling to melt the information thrown at him, there was the hint of a smile on his lips. There was a pause as he blinked, trying to pick a question out of the mass he wanted to ask. “Waarom heb je ervan uitgaan Ik ben een mutant?”

As the grip tightened Daniël only felt a stronger need to get away. To get off and put a great distance between them. Whoever and whatever this man was, he’d managed to get to the sixteenth floor without triggering the apartment alarm; he was clearly not to toy with. With that said, every cell of Daniël’s body wanted to play. Well, shit. 

“Oredoslan, I’ll assume you’re not from round here, and let me tell you, it ain’t good manners to break into people’s homes and casually taste their blood- and trust me when I say that my blood isn’t begging you to lick it- hey, no-” The protest was too late and a second later Daniël felt a shiver run down his spine as the man - whatever he was - pulled his arm to him and gave the cut a lick, a goddamn lick, and moaned while doing so. The moment his arm was free he quickly pulled it back, a look of disturbance on his face as he glanced to the cut, which was now fading away. Hold on- what? Healing. He was literally watching it melt back into it’s untouched state and holy shit. As much as he wanted to be disturbed by it, a grin slowly grew to his lips, clearly being mesmerized by whatever powers did this to his wound. 

No. Bad. This is bad. 

The grin fell off within an instant and he looked into the man’s eyes for just a while before forcefully pushing himself off of him, writhing himself out of the grip and rolling onto the floor before getting up and backing up. 

“So-” he said with a steady voice, squinting his eyes. “You know I’m a mutant. You wanna tell me what this whole deal with you and blood is? You know, for the sake of even knowledges.”

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Curiosity peaked in Oredoslan's eyes as he watched Dan struggle with himself. Was he disgusted? Pleased? Excited? Mad? It seemed to the vampire that he was a mix of them all. What a strange, strange boy. What else could his powers make explode? Was it only pillows and inanimate objects? 

He sat up slowly after Dan rolled away, inhaled a deep breath --his head was spinning, whether from the blood or the drug in his system, he wasn't sure-- and then gaze Dan a level stare. "Blood of a mutant tastes of their personality and their power." He answered simply, giving both a little and a lot of information in just that one statement. It was completely truthful, though he would be surprised if the younger man actually believed him. 

Pulling his knees up, Oredoslan then wrapped his arms around his legs, a vulnerable position for the normally always dominant and in control vampire. He dared the mutant to try and take advantage of him though--he would come out on top, even drugged as he was. 

"If I showed you my fangs, would that help you understand my fascination with blood?" He supposed he was just an odd vampire who enjoyed the blood of mutants. But it brought flavor and taste to his otherwise flavorless life, and he took pleasure in the fights and struggles he had to overcome to get his prize. "Now come back to your nest. I would like to finish what I started." Manners and Oredoslan didn't get along, unless he was schmoozing someone. Although, he supposed that the mutant should be happy that he was in this nearly loopy, drugged state instead of his regular, more volatile one. 

[illaqueated]

[oredoslanrp]

Will be scarce today Trying to be a Ya know Student for once

[agentheugh-deactivated20130703]

oredoslan said: “Shit that you have obviously survived, and I want to know how. I always get what I want, Heugh.” Oredoslan lean against the doorway, blocking the exit with that intense look still in his eyes. “I have all the time in the world. Tell me.”

[agentheugh-deactivated20130703]

Man, this guy was sounding more and more like a spoiled brat than the almighty, ever feared vampire impression he was trying to impose upon Heugh, and the dry cut of critical ochre isn’t exactly trying to keep the observation to himself. 

“I’d wager most of it was dumb luck.” More importantly, he was barring Heugh in with the way he propped himself against that doorway like some supernatural lean-to. No, he doesn’t like that.” That’s cool. But unfortunately not everyone shares that luxury. So, uh. yeah. Doorway. Got shit to do.”

[oredoslanrp]

"I could bestow that luxury to you." What had prompted that statement? Orddoslan frowned a bit, looked away, then back at Heugh. He doubted the man would accept the offer anyways. 

Still unmoving --it was going to take more than a statement of how busy the agent was to get the vampire to move-- Oredoslan crossed his arms over his chest, still relaxed. Maybe he had to share a part of himself to get the human to open up? He didn't see what was so important about keeping survival stories to oneself. Everyone should know about them, that way it prevented further attacks. Or at least, that's how it worked for him. 

Holding his left arm out --slowly, of course, he didn't want to spook the agent into doing something stupid-- he then pointed to a spot just above his elbow on the outer part. It was a jagged scar, one that started at the bottom of his arm and wrapped almost all the way around.  "When I was still a slave," Even after two-thousand years, that word still felt like acid on his tongue. "I was fighting an enemy. Who it was, I was never told. But the man nearly took off my arm with the strength of his blow. He got cocky afterward, and I was able to then shove my own blade into his throat." 

[oredoslanrp]

so remember when i said i was going to take a break and do school work

it didn't happen and holy shit i have about 30 pages to study for this test tomorrow morning and 

oh holy shit i am so dead