#b1oodhunt

[unhalloweds]

cont. from [x] @b1oodhunt

“Oh, but that is boring, wouldn’t you agree?” 

Despite his continual probing, there’d been an underlying understanding of keeping a sense of identity close to oneself. It was something he was acutely intimate with, considering his own affliction and the lack of willingness to spread that information to others. 

He was simply seeking for mutual conversation, at best.

“While I do appreciate the compliment, I feel as though I barely know… well– you, darling. We’ve all done our fair trade of sharing little secrets.” The rogue tipped his features, feigning a coy smile at the edges of his lips. Though beyond the many layers that saturated his newfound companion among it all, Astarion could feel a difference from them compared to the rest. By scent alone there was something that piqued his interest; it’d truly been the sole reason the vampire initiated the inquiry. He just wasn’t expecting it to be met so dimly. 

[bladesout]

continued from x.

❝ I have. ❞ Kneeling down beside them, a hand shifts through a small medical pouch. ❝ We need to stop this bleeding - it's not going to help either one of us if you pass out. ❞ Pulling the gauze out, she strips it from its sterile packaging before rendering aid. Her movements are quick yet precise, working swiftly to avoid staying in the same spot for too long. ❝ Have you come across any other survivors? ❞

@b1oodhunt

[iobartach]

@b1oodhunt // continued from; a reason to believe 💫

Proof had been requested, if only to dampen the temptation the blame the other for this incursion. Whilst not unusual for the Society's leader to deal with, the fact that the Prowlers had flooded Nueva York's various streets and levels was a point of concern, not only because of how close to home such trouble was striking, but that it would take a significant amount of time that he didn't have to spare, to completely purge their presence from the megacity.

"Consider that-- noted!" Pulling double duty, he tried to respond whilst dodging the snapping of a Prowler's tooth lined jaws, but soon stopped and opted for direct retaliation instead when he reached out and firmly grabbed the snout of the same, wriggling creature. Applying a portion of his own strength, he increased his hold until the audible sound of skull bones snapping could be heard and a weak yelp leaked out of the creature's throat up until he relented, letting go.

"Hope you're willing to make some time later, after we've stemmed the tide here." Sticking to the advice to avoid using his webbing, a flick of hands sees the Spider flash both sets of blood stained talons, anticipating the charge of a second and perhaps third Prowler to come charging his way. "How long do you reckon this'll take?"

[apolytia]

@b1oodhunt approached Diana with a 💋! And the next three* to do so get a kiss.

❝ Your blood must burn within you, to fight as fiercely as you do. ❞

Theirs was a melee. Prolonged and scar-marked, still lingering at the fringes of her spirit, and the very vestiges of her form. These games — this prolonged tourney she'd been flung into by Bloodhound's side?

It would be a lie to say Diana enjoyed none of her time here, though it would be too far to say she'd look back on these moments fondly.

Yet, even among shadows and strife, there was light could be called up and held onto.

Arm in arm with a warrior proud, the Witch leaned down to impress an onyx rune upon the cheek of a scarred and bullet-worn helm. The heart-like curves of her lips, the magick-hued marks, they would allow this warrior, this hunter, to find Diana should they need her. Even after fading, even after washing, the seal would linger and her promise with it.

❝ Take care of yourself, friend. Until we meet again, I'll do the same. ❞

[gclden-paragon]

@b1oodhunt reply to ask

Blue eyes narrowed, making a mental note to look up the call logs. Had this friendly fire been going on all day? Blazer stood by her decision that even if Invisigal had been on the bottom rankings, would have fought to keep her on. However not everyone was happy with whom got chosen over Visi.

Blazer already had the other come into her office earlier that morning, asking what the hell was going on. Sonar needed a legit job if he had any hope of recovery. Her excuses only served to make the other seethe. Now, it seemed lingering bitterness was pouring out into every day operations.

Great. Lovely.

"First off, thank you for stepping in, finishing the call and then breaking up the fight" didn't know what else she could offer other than appreciation to Bloodhound.

Could admit they had a valid point. Civilians, if not the subscriber who had put in the call, could have gotten injured or at least their issue would have been neglected in light of petty infighting.

Blazer felt her hands were tied though. Had a feeling Robert wasn't too happy she had issued an ultimatum and she couldn't seek reassurance from anyone, least she appear fearful, doubtful and no one was going to follow a person who doubted their own judgement.

"I've set aside time to speak with both of them...seperately" wasn't about to be with in reach of either of them, not in the same office space at least.

The heavy atmosphere practically screamed: what good is talking going to do?

[phantcsmic]

  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm.

scenarios | accepting | @b1oodhunt

There's a mile left. Maybe two. Have they been going in a circle? He's really not sure he knows anymore. Hell, he's not sure he ever knew at all.

"Where the fuck are we?"

His words are snatched away by a blistering gust of wind. Every breath feels like a lungful of stinging nettles. He can't see a fucking thing. All he can do is rely on Bloodhound's superior vision, and hope and trust and pray that they aren't leading him astray.

Numb fingers cling to the back of their jacket. It feels like a fucking miracle when the two of them finally stumble into a cave. Still damp, still freezing, but sheltered from the wind and snow. Val shakes himself off like a dog, spraying his companion with snow in the process. Fire. They need to light a fire before they both freeze to death.

"You see anything flammable around here?"

[bvlwarks]

@b1oodhunt ♡'d

" NOTHING lasts forever, you've probably heard it all before. that's the brutal winds of change knocking at your door. "

NO HANDS by attica riots

[dividedbybinaries]

❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞

>. "...And so what? Who the hell are you to judge me?"

Binary had been running from herself the very moment she woke up in that hospital bed those two years ago.

That's the only thing she knew would keep her alive, it was her only means of survival. So perhaps that's why the question that was fired her way made her feel so agitated, nearly to the point of breaking out into a fit of rage.

But the hacker stood her ground.

"You think you got some kind of solution? Tell me then, Tell me how to make it all better."

Every word was like a punch on their own, hissing with grudge for their judgement. .<