#echiar; threads

[menelvagor]

❝ that’s a lot of blood. ❞ Jaskier to whomever -✧- @poeticposie

Echiar's nostrils flared gently at the outburst by the bard, whom they had been watching play his instrument and break into song in the tavern. A fight had later broken out over the outcome of a heated game of dice across the room and after it had been removed to the courtyard outside, had only escalated. The sore loser of the game had come out with a knife, and this only ended in his own demise. He lay now in a growing puddle of blood, soaking the dirt.

With the scent overwhelming the space, the vampire who had sworn off the enticing taste of blood, stood trying to compose themselves. They had done their best to hide in the cities of the humans, not drinking the blood from them which at one time they would have relished wholly, drenching themselves in the dark gore. Now, they had to fit in, reject the urge.

Echiar turned their nose up at the bloody man and turned to look at the bard who had stopped next to them. Apparently they had both been curious. "Quite a lot, indeed. It disgusts me," they said and took a dramatic step back. "Perhaps you need not write about this for your next tavern song. As silly as it may start, it did not end well."

[menelvagor]

“what you have done, you cannot undo!” / @ echiar from eivor who seems a little desperate 2 me 💅 -✧- @allmonster

The vampire stood as a mirage of one of the Firstborn, a vision brought before mortal eyes by the creature's magical cloak. They glared at the warrior before them with arched, angular brows. Anger blazed in their dark eyes, dark blood pooled underneath them, even as the black cloak of their figure covered the wound and it stung painfully. It would heal, but it would take precious time.

They had unwittingly gone after prey which seemed easy enough to hunt and eat at first, but which had brought near dire consequences. Echiar had been driven by desperation to flying as a monstrous bat after a sleek, juicy-looking raven. It was wildlife which they sought much of in these times, for the life of humans, of elves, and even of orcs began to weigh darkly on their mind. Particularly for all the years before of drinking without abandon.

However, the action had earned Echiar an arrow in the leg, expertly shot with strong arm by a great figure of human-kind. In anger, they had wheeled down upon the human, claws and teeth at the ready to tear flesh. But yet, they had stopped. A strange feeling came over them and clenched their heart, paused them before the attack. Now that they had neared the vicious-looking warrior, they felt an otherworldly pull, a feeling they had not had for many an age.

"I did not even eat your beloved bird before you shot at me!" Echiar hissed in return, hands moving to hips. "The only thing which I would wish to undo is the harm done me. If it is the anger in you of which you speak, well that is none of my concern." They looked long upon the other, head tilting as their long ears twitched slightly. "Who are you?"

[menelvagor]

Closed Starter for @mythuses. Echiar & Vera.

The giant, wingèd bat-creature flew after the desperate, sprinting elf. Such fear could the vampire smell, and the faint hint of pumping blood. The elf turned and headed toward the bank of a large river, Echiar pushing themselves to go faster before the other could reach it. When they were just about to snatch them up, claws outstretched, another creature popped out from the water.

No!

As the river-dweller grasped onto the elf when they touched water, Echiar grabbed ahold of the other end with a screech.

[menelvagor]

“Why has this happened?” (From Manó) -✧- @oc-rp-blog

Aicanasse stared back at the other Maia, their long spear held at a slight angle against the ground. "Why has this difference come into the world, you ask? Not all forces wish to be so controlled," they replied mildly. "For that is why Melkor is out there, and not here on this land, living with us." Their brow lifted, as though questioning the other. But Manó was highly devoted to Namó, so they doubted he would understand.

[menelvagor]

[ MESS. ]  the sender finds the receiver covered in blood that certainly isn’t their own. (Echiar and Mai ehehehe) -✧- @admirableringmaker

Sercenasse had the blood of the elf they had ardently murdered gone everywhere. It was splashed across their skin, clinging to the long claws, spread all around their lips, dripping from the chin. For a bit of sport, the werewolves and the vampires would play with the prisoners or hunt down those poor souls lost to the enchantments of the wild lands beyond the fortress. The elf that the vampire had found was one of the latter.

When Mairon entered into the hall where Sercenasse had arrived, blood-soaked, they smiled at him, a soft hissing leaving from their maw as they adorned their cloak of enchantment, returning to a fair elven-form.

"'Evening, Master Mairon," they greeted with a bow. A pink tongue poked out between two pointed teeth to lick the reddened lips, then they said, "I was merely out for a little stroll this eve, but came upon a trespasser. It has been dealt with."

[menelvagor]

[FLIRT]: receiver flirts with sender to make them blush (From Manó) -✧- @oc-rp-blog

While Aicanasse was often kept away from Valinor, staying with their Vala Oromë, they greatly enjoyed the time spent with other Maiar. They learned much about them and the other Valar, with happenings both in the land of everlasting light and the land of darkness where the Children would awaken.

It was hard to converse with and tease those Maiar of Námo, but they had slowly been working away at them. It was a fun challenge to try to break their stony exteriors - Manó especially so. After a while, their jests began to turn into flirting with him.

"Why do I always find you wishing to be back in your dark halls so soon?" Aicanasse asked with a slight pout. "Is my presence so much more foul than that? I know not how I could allow myself to be foul, when you are so handsome yourself. Are you sure you do not wish to ride out with me?"