#devourhe

[ourbite]

@devourhe : we might as well try to get along. / forced proximity trope.

" i suppose. " comes the answer after a bit too long of a pause. the drow draws his arms over his chest, previous irritation made known subdued for the moment. he allows silence to fill the space between them, gaze decidedly studying the brick of the wall with little interest. intention made clear: he would not be the first to exchange pleasantries or start up conversation.

[chainedbychoice]

cont from (x) - @devourhe

claws have secured themselves a rather delicious face. perhaps once handsome, rathie muses silently, removing a strand of thick, bloodied strand of hair from the elf's decapitated head. the body lay crumpled, pieces missing ﹙ 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 ﹚ and the main cavity of its chest, hollow. dark gaze, languid and seemingly drunk, flicker over to what appeared the epitome of the opposite. golden hair, pale beautiful skin. ( for a moment he imagined what it looked like as the same unfortunate victim that crossed the vampyre's hungry path. ) tongue laps blood on lips, curling into a smirk. he turns the head towards the other and mockingly, ❛ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, ❜ the vampyre leans in, making way to grab the other's chin to lightly shake him, ❛ 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞? ❜

Curumë knew when he was in trouble, and right now, right here amidst the shadows of this twisted nightmare that could have been just another turn to the inn he wanted to visit if it hadn't been for the mangled corpse and its murderer blocking his way, he knew he was in deeper trouble than he had ever been before. His life hung by a silver thread.

It was, perhaps, this very knowledge, however, that quieted his racing heartbeat and subdued the panic that bubbled in the depths of his chest only waiting to surface. If he was going to die, he was going to do so on his own terms, he decided. Not a sobbing mess at the mercy of a Vampyre. Even just naming the creature that closed in on him inside his head sent a shiver down his spine, and his breath hitched when the other lifted his chin ever so lightly.

"Perhaps," he answered coyly, "but hopefully my last." With audacity bordering on madness, he brushed the other's hand away to meet the Vampyre's gaze with a cocky smirk. "In either case, you don't want anyone else in this wretched city to be the first to witness such a sight. Or else --" He paused and shrugged. "Well, I don't think they'd be very happy knowing a Vampyre's strolling down their streets… untended to." The half-elf was terribly aware that he was gambling high stakes, but what else could he do? Hope to outrun a Vampyre? Hope to win a fight against their abilities that were hard to counter even with the magic he knew? He let out a wry chuckle. "Lucky for you I'm good at disposing of bodies. Runs in my line of business."

[archivestarlyht]

.... a ranger has wandered in the woods. a stranger is being watched by the one of the forest' inhabitants. high above in the dark canopy of limbs and leaves does the vampyre watch with internet, debating if to eat the intruder. decisions, decisions... ( for sol. )

he did not quite care that he was told not to,   ignoring each warning as nonsense.   he could cut his venturing by days if he cut through wilds,   and he was hardly some whimpering human frightened of darkness or the shadows of forest.

beside.   most beasts would find themselves useless against him,  briefly as tooth and claw would hurt.   to be near untouchable had done no favor to his humility,   not that he would ever allow himself to fall into loathsome carelessness.

but he'd paused now,   red eyes narrowed.  he could no longer hear birds.  it could not have been him.  could it?  he glanced about,   listening intent as he could.  “no,”   he muttered.   “no,   that is not right.”

[ourbite]

@devourhe : [ relax ] and/or [ nuzzle ] 🧍‍♂️for eres.

silence broken by the soft scratch of writing followed by the turn of a page. the occasional remark to grace them both over the book held between eres' hands. one would assume he would be smart enough to put such a dull book down but with more than half way done he'd much rather just finish. at least he can have an opinion over the whole thing. " i had such hopes for this one. it seemed interesting by the title. " another page is turned as rathain draws closer, eres more than welcoming the action, opening himself up to it.

he scratches a few more words, the upstroke of his scrawling stutters for the briefest of seconds as a face presses into his neck. curiosities bubble on this tongue but do not spill forth, instead silence. is it a danger to have him there? perhaps but eres does love playing with that danger ( even if it does cost him a few wounds ). a sweet little poison he cannot help but continue to indulge.

[priwenshallprevail]

What do you think my muse tastes like? Rathie vc: like dogshit.

Geoffrey more or less just spuriously nodding his head under supposed calm, an irritable twitch that would converge into a more deeply accenting smirk. Snorting with a fractious implied , " good ! " Seeing reason to not be bit over it seemed like a pretty logical allowance to sweep it under the rug.

[creatureshrieks]

"Hey buddy, look at what I found." Hands Bubba a premium chainsaw, ribbon wrapped. "And its durable!"

@devourhe || Rathain & Bubba || unprompted.

Bubba takes a moment to look at the sudden gift, blinking at the chainsaw in utter surprise. He takes a few moments to appraise the device, feeling the weight of it in his palms, holding it out. He rubs a thumb, carefully, across the stilled-teeth along the bar. He even goes so far as to give it a few swings, letting it cut through the air with all the power behind it. He huffs out in glee, a few ' hah-ah-hahs ' that sounded as if he was a kid on Christmas. But it wasn't Christmas, right? It wasn't his birthday, either. Did he have to give a gift back?

Regardless, the cannibal licks at his lips and gives one final note of utter joy before he lets the chainsaw fall to his side and uses his free arm to pull the other into an almost crushing hug.

[priwenshallprevail]

“ i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed. ”

McCullum bristled toward the sadisticity of the threat, teeth gritting back an insult which begged to be expelled with retaliating venom. He never took to openly receiving such bold threats sensibly. Nasty piece of work, this one. Instead he burrowed down with restraint, his jaw clenching taut to quench the burn he felt pitting in his throat. Bringing whatever focus he could muster now to the fore.

Sapphire hues rode on the other male's every movement then, scaling to scrutinizing the intention behind them. Perceptively tuned upon how the beast carried itself ; which side may be the weakest ? did he have vision impairment ? Was his speed inhibited due to the height of his build ? Was the lean stature simply a subterfuge for the strength beneath? Anything he could pick up on and use in the course of their tango to come would prove crucial for his achievements during.

He had been anticipating the monster's attack for some time now that his own nerves drove him to stretch digits out across the hilt of a blade saddled inside a frog which harnessed bindings across his shoulder and chest rather than his hip. Carrying the blade just beneath his arm, it was a position that provided better concealment than what his waist belt could muster. Yet it came with an inconvenient cost ; having to over exaggerate his movement when unsheathing the blade, let alone the awkward angle it must become to in order to be unbound. When that stage of ushered calm began to rhythmically pulse, he finally broke his silence with a gibe, " Tha' same coul'be said for ye, once purified ta flame -- all lit up like a chrismas tree ! "

[ourbite]

@devourhe : “Do you intend to vocalise every thought?. Or just the most obvious ones?” for eres

he has not often in so many words been told to shut up. ire drawn promptly, whatever smile ( be it fake or not ) drops from lips, arms folding across chest. " do you not find such facts to be interesting or entertaining? or shall i should find some dark corner for you to sit in silence and stare at a wall? since i can only assume that to be what you call entertainment. "