How’d he get here? Magic? Boat? Probably boat. Why he here? He doesn’t know either. Bish wtf? Well all that didn’t really matter currently huh? He’s here and he’s so god damn cold.
Even if there were other hybrids here to possibly recruit, this is probably going to be the last time he steps foot here. Good lord, no amount of sweaters or jackets could save him currently. Ah..perhaps he’ll get used to it though. Surely he’ll be fine eventually..The place is pretty small too, so he’ll probably be able to just go on back as soon as he finds nobody or somebody.
Orca looked around, watching where he stepped and pretty much hoping he won’t lose his way around here. Perhaps this isle is smaller than he thought. Or maybe it’s way bigger, who knows. The last thing he wants to do is get lost here. Eventually, he does find what looked like a small village however. Looked pretty cozy even..He definitely didn’t belong here.
Rubbing his shoulders, he looked about, walking on ahead before he’d suddenly stop immediately. Is that a kid? Looks like a tiny child..Maybe he should back up and hide or something--he never knew on how to interact with children anyway.
The prince was outside the empty dining room, his head laying low as he made his way down the dark corridor. That night, he had never been so self-conscious--- so frustrated with existing. His birth-right duties anchored him to this place. All he ever wanted was to see what was beyond his land. To see something more than just poverty, and starvation, and lies, and murder. but no amount of ambition could change who he was, and what he had to be.
....why him?
As the prince made his way towards the stairs, he pondered what to do. Maybe he’d just burn the textbooks. Get rid of it all. Then he’d never have to see it again. That’s right. Then he’d grab some things and run away and go..... somewhere.
Okay, maybe not the best idea.
But he was going to do something. Something he wanted. As he made his way up the stairs, Levi’s thoughts began to spiral downwards-- his anger eventually turning into pity, feeling sorry for himself. It was thought after thought, wishing that there was something else he could----
the princes mind halted. There was a funny smell that hit his nose.
Then he stopped.
Standing upright for a second, Leviticus tried to guess what the faint smell was, becoming anxious once it grew thicker. His tongue dried up and he clenched his stomach, but Levi tried to close his eyes and breathe-- he knew exactly what it was: blood. oh god. A number of questions arose, but as the smell grew stronger of more abundance, the vampire quickly began to track down where it was coming from, pacing himself with his search. He already knew if he could smell it, so could everybody else. Once he finally got to his floor, he noticed the trail of blood and felt his veins go cold. Careful footsteps made sure not to step in it, examining the puddles. As he got closer, he realized the trail had led to his room, and a pair of sunglasses were in front of his door. Levi’s fingers were still trembling, thinking twice before picking it up and looking at it--- but he wasnt able to hold it well enough in front of him to get a good look, so he held it in one hand and pulled out his wand in the other.
He was light headed now, horribly overwhelmed by the amount of blood everywhere. his thoughts were like infestations, trying to focus but the itch was so obviously there. now he had cold sweats, re-adjusting his grip because his hand was shaking so much, then slowly pushed open his door- expecting some kind of intruder. but he was only met with darkness, slowly peaking and inching inside. It seemed like his usual papers scattered everywhere, letters and unsent letters filling his desk, areas stacked with books. Then levi’s eyes followed the trail, leading to shadows and his red eyes meeting with purple.
He was shocked, then worried, and now afraid. They hadn’t seen eachother in so long.... and now they see eachother like this? he held his breath again, and his voice trembled when he spoke, using all of his will power to hold himself together. “why....w-why are you bleeding so much?” he lowered his wand and gripped the sunglasses in his hand. “sh-should.... sh-should i get...help...?”
If this keeps up, it’s just going to seriously piss this woman off even more. She may not know who it was--but even if it was someone who surpasses her in strength, she still will not hesitate to defend herself immediately if the moment arises.
Though so far it’s as if the intruder was doing nothing but observe for now. It may not sound so bad, but she rather deal with it now rather than have them eventually find any sign of weakness from her. Turning a corner, she moved quick, hiding for a moment as she waits for the other to come any closer. Once they do approach, she attacks them immediately with her tentacles. Not even a moment to ask them anything--she was immediately going to fight rather than ask any questions.
@demonspectacles continued from HERE { && m’hanncha }
“A fight with who?”
She does not answer his question, concern evident on her features as she moves to stop him from moving forward. She doesn’t care if the injuries aren’t fatal. They’re still injuries someone gave her son.
Oh where is her dear son? It’s been quite a while since she last saw him and Lil has been searching for him for a while. Glasses, understandably does not make his whereabouts easy to be known but Lil is not one to give up once she commits to something.
Her scouting brought her to an apartment building some distance from the castle. The succubus hums a little. It seems like comfy enough accommodations, but certainly not where one would expect to find a prince...but perhaps that’s the point.
She’s been gliding up stairs and through halls, waiting to catch a sense for him--it’s only on the fourth floor that she finally does--not by anything visual or auditory, but she can finally pinpoint the telling energy of someone who has yet to get laid.
...she really doesn’t understand how that’s possible, but she supposes it’s good that Glasses didn’t inherit her need for sex as sustenance.
She gives a sharp three knocks on his door, fidgeting impatiently.
roots had burst from the ground after he gave an incantation, crawling with thorns that ripped through skin with bliss. London only reacted in defense to being frightened, releasing the binds after realizing he wasn’t in as much danger as he thought.
Now he was here, trying to attend to the other. “ I must apologize again, you gave me a scare....’ although, maybe he shouldn't harass the demon over being followed-- his attire proved enough that maybe it was his job to do so. He shrugged, letting himself get closer and appreciating the aroma. his hands were scarred with a deep wine, a sigil carved into his wrist, reaching out.
“-- hm, It’s a lot of blood. No worries, I have experience. ”
the pen fell from the devils hold, making a large splatter of ink on the paper he had been signing already paper white skin grew paler, something was wrong, very very wrong, something was hurt, no
someone was h u r t, mumbling a quick word to Envi to clean up and to keep working as he very quickly left his office, in retrospect he should have just used the shadows to get where he had to but, in his panic he... pretty much forgot, but all the same he ran down the hall, down steps, out of the castle, all the way down to the bottom of the large hill his home was on, and past many a confused demon who of course got confused seeing their lord run by in such a panic
hours later he breathed heavily outside of an apartment complex, outside of one of the doors to someones apartment, not just anyones, it was the one Glasses insisted on staying at, wether the door had been locked or not mattered little to the devil, as it opened all the same to him, and seeing the young man where he was, how he was sent another wave of worry through the devil
he stepped inside and whent to his side “Glasses... Glasses whats wrong what happened?” who hurt his s o n?
