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@springheeledhugo
Love’s Keen Sting (Hugo)
"As if you would ever be competition for me," he muttered bitterly as he looked the other man over, jealousy lacing his tone. What the hell did Andy even see in the guy?
@springheeledhugo
“Woah, did someone roll out of the bitter barn?” Hugo asked with a chuckle. He’d been feeling delightfully tipsy all morning despite not having touched a drop to drink. “Relax, man.”
Rule 63
“Ha! Hey, this is new.”
“Wow, Hugo. You’re gorgeous…”
“Oh, well thanks! This is a new one for me.” The shifter laughed, “Sorry… feel like I should know who you are, but you might need to give me a clue like this?”
Leather
Latent Desires
Roleplay: Sexy cop
Leather (from Andy)
“Hey, uh, Andy— wanna take a guess as to why I’m wearing this?” Hugo asked. He had turned his back for a moment and now suddenly he found himself in a leash and collar.
@andreiperez
Deliriously Drunk
“Another?” Hugo offered the person who had shown up at the bar beside him, the drink in his own hand having suddenly made him far more drunk than usual, but Hugo didn’t mind it all that much.
Vices and Virtues: Sloth
The black cat curled into a tighter ball, content to stay perched on the high wall away from the chaos for as long as possible and sleep the day away.
Rule 63
“Ha! Hey, this is new.”
Just as suddenly as he had awoken five hundred years in the future, Hugo had been been returned to his bed in his staff chambers. It could have been a dream, had it not been for the elaborate detail and the fact that everyone in the castle had shared the same, intricate visions of their futures, all entwined by the witches rise to power.
He remembered reuniting with Andy, the wolf telling him all about the lifetime they had shared together away from the castle and the memories they had built. Now returned to “reality” the wolf was nowhere to be found. When Hugo finally caught scent of him out in the gardens, he wandered over. “Hey,” Hugo started, looking over the other man, “How’re you doing? I left a few messages at your suite… hadn’t heard anything from you.”
@andreiperez
The last few days had been strange to say the least, finding out he was five hundred years into the future where there was an entire change in ruling, and most of all that he’d supposedly lived out the rest of his days with Andy, away from the castle and happy. Reunited with the family he had long lost, too. It all seemed a little too good to be true, even for the happy-go-lucky shifter. Still, he dressed in the emerald green suit Andy had picked up for him and headed into the anniversary party.
The lavish decorations and music were enough to put Hugo in a good mood, and with a vibrant cocktail in his hand he was staring to explore when he came across the sweet booth. “Going for a personalised cookie?” He asked the person beside him.
@barrywakefield @masonxthatcher @angelacuna
“Always,” Barry answered, not realising who the voice belonged to before he looked at the person who had spoken to him.
“Hugo!” his face lit up in recognition when he saw Hugo’s, glad to see another familiar face. “Wait.. Aren’t you…?” As far as Barry knew, Hugo was a shapeshifter back in his time and shapeshifters were not immortal. “You didn’t get sent five hundred years into the future too, did you?”
Hugo lifted his eyes from the cookies to see Barry and his lips instantly curved upwards into a relieved grin. “Barry! I’m glad to see you.” Hugo sighed, “Yeah. What’s all that about?” He asked. “Are you okay?”
When Hugo opened his eyes and suddenly found himself in a hallway he didn’t recognise, the shifter turned to look up and down at it, letting out a small “huh” of confusion at the unusual wall hangings before he continued down. He checked his watch, he was definitely late for his shift but was astounded to find a set of mostly unfamiliar faces — and some oddly familiar, but not where they should be— in the Council chambers. They ushered him out with looks of bewilderment and Hugo was utterly perplexed now.
“The hell…” The shifter muttered as he walked back out. He had been wandering around for a while when he decided to ask one of the guards if they had seen Andy or Dusty. The suites were all different and Hugo was starting to feel like maybe he’d been drugged at the bar or something. They were starting to get irritated with the very confused shifter peering into the Undercroft at people he swore were vampires, when Hugo spotted Andy in the hall. “Andy!” He called, backing away from the guards to lightly jog over to him. “Hey. Thank God, think I’m losing it.” He chuckled, “What is…? What is happening?” Hugo asked, not even sure what he was asking. “This some sort of weird Valentines spell I’m not getting or something?”
@andreiperez
Hugo’s face fell when Andy pulled away from him. The wolf really did think that he was somebody else, somebody impersonating him. “When I what?” Hugo asked as Andy yanked him forwards, “I died? When.. what happened?” Hugo asked. Had he been floating around as a ghost this whole time and somehow now he was forgetting things?
The last few days had been strange to say the least, finding out he was five hundred years into the future where there was an entire change in ruling, and most of all that he’d supposedly lived out the rest of his days with Andy, away from the castle and happy. Reunited with the family he had long lost, too. It all seemed a little too good to be true, even for the happy-go-lucky shifter. Still, he dressed in the emerald green suit Andy had picked up for him and headed into the anniversary party.
The lavish decorations and music were enough to put Hugo in a good mood, and with a vibrant cocktail in his hand he was staring to explore when he came across the sweet booth. “Going for a personalised cookie?” He asked the person beside him.
@barrywakefield @masonxthatcher @angelacuna
When Hugo opened his eyes and suddenly found himself in a hallway he didn’t recognise, the shifter turned to look up and down at it, letting out a small “huh” of confusion at the unusual wall hangings before he continued down. He checked his watch, he was definitely late for his shift but was astounded to find a set of mostly unfamiliar faces — and some oddly familiar, but not where they should be— in the Council chambers. They ushered him out with looks of bewilderment and Hugo was utterly perplexed now.
“The hell…” The shifter muttered as he walked back out. He had been wandering around for a while when he decided to ask one of the guards if they had seen Andy or Dusty. The suites were all different and Hugo was starting to feel like maybe he’d been drugged at the bar or something. They were starting to get irritated with the very confused shifter peering into the Undercroft at people he swore were vampires, when Hugo spotted Andy in the hall. “Andy!” He called, backing away from the guards to lightly jog over to him. “Hey. Thank God, think I’m losing it.” He chuckled, “What is…? What is happening?” Hugo asked, not even sure what he was asking. “This some sort of weird Valentines spell I’m not getting or something?”
@andreiperez
“Hey—ow,” Hugo rubbed at his chest where Andy had jabbed him, “What game? I know I’m without a doubt the funniest person you know, Andy, but this isn’t my doing.” Hugo looked around them at the vampires in the cells. “Why are they in there?” Hugo looked genuinely confused as he looked between Andy and their surroundings. This was either a spell or maybe he had taken something he shouldn’t have. “I wake up and everything’s weird. You wanna take me back to bed by any chance?” Hugo laughed softly, touching Andy’s hand with his own.
Confused was an understatement. Hugo had opened his eyes and suddenly he had been standing in a hallway he didn’t recognise. He made a small “huh” sound and continued wandering down it. Perhaps he’d had far more to drink than he had thought. It wouldn’t be the first time he had shifted and his feline counterpart had taken him far, far away from where he intended.
Nonetheless, he glanced at his watch and finding he was most definitely late for work, Hugo rushed towards the council chambers, but as he slipped through the doors— hoping to be unnoticed— he found a set of unfamiliar and some familiar faces staring back at him, bewildered and scolding him. Ushered out, Hugo could have sworn he knew some of those faces as slaves.
He shook his head, wandering utterly confused until he found his way through a few more doors until he found the familiar lobby where the stairs led down to the Undercroft. He was asking a guard what was going on when he caught sight of the faces behind him in the Undercroft, a good amount of them he knew to be vampires. “What is going on…” He muttered as he drew inquisitively closer.
@bloodjadefox
“That’s a broad question. And a fitting broad answer is that once upon a time, there was an explosion. And it’s still ongoing. That is where you are. In an explosion. Atoms arranged in a certain way and got haunted. That is what’s going on. And when an explosion explodes hard enough, the dust wakes up and thinks about itself. That is who you are.” Answered a seemingly incorporeal voice, melodic and enchanting in an eerie way, echoing from where the most secluded, darkest corner of the Undercroft was – the part with the cages. All of them except one were empty, like someone intentionally arranged this solitary confinement. “I can find countless ways to answer but none of those may be the enlightenment you seek. Spare us some time and try to be more… specific.” Said the voice, floating in the air with the infinite patience of a superior being conversing with an ant.
“Over here.” The voice directed, verbally pointing out the location of that one occupied cage, which could be easily missed with how dark it was and how still the figure kneeling in it was being. Many chains connecting the person to the wall clinked with the small movement he’d made, turning blindfolded eyes in Hugo’s exact direction. “I don’t recognize your voice. Who are you?”
Hugo twisted around as an eerie, but melodic voice suddenly began to echo inside of his mind, drawing him further into the Undercroft where it was dark, secluded. There seemed to be no other movement from those around him in the cells, as if the voice were only talking to him. “I’m dust?” Hugo repeated, thoroughly confused and slightly unsettled, seeming to settle on the fact that maybe he had accidentally taken a huge amount of psychedelic drugs and now he was wandering around the Undercroft talking to no one about dust and explosions. He shook his head as if it that would clear it.
The voice seemed louder now and Hugo turned towards the cage at the very bottom of the Undercroft, the figure was blindfolded and weighed down by numerous chains. “Hugo Giroux.” He answered, not that it would help the creature inside anyway. Though the further he peered into the cage, he recognised the man inside the cage as being one of the Councilman he worked for. “Councilman Xiao?”
Confused was an understatement. Hugo had opened his eyes and suddenly he had been standing in a hallway he didn’t recognise. He made a small “huh” sound and continued wandering down it. Perhaps he’d had far more to drink than he had thought. It wouldn’t be the first time he had shifted and his feline counterpart had taken him far, far away from where he intended.
Nonetheless, he glanced at his watch and finding he was most definitely late for work, Hugo rushed towards the council chambers, but as he slipped through the doors— hoping to be unnoticed— he found a set of unfamiliar and some familiar faces staring back at him, bewildered and scolding him. Ushered out, Hugo could have sworn he knew some of those faces as slaves.
He shook his head, wandering utterly confused until he found his way through a few more doors until he found the familiar lobby where the stairs led down to the Undercroft. He was asking a guard what was going on when he caught sight of the faces behind him in the Undercroft, a good amount of them he knew to be vampires. “What is going on…” He muttered as he drew inquisitively closer.
@bloodjadefox
