#isran tag

[tes-confess]

The mention of Agmaer will probably make my friends realize it's me, but fuck it: I want Agmaer, Celann, Durak, and Isran to pass me around like a blunt

from: @p0lygondust

[leondxs]

@pennnedbysiren

The cries echoed through the trees of the Rift, impossible to ignore given the volume and desperation of tone. A woman’s voice, beginning to sound hoarse and raw with her continuous begging for aid. But just as abruptly as they’d begun, the screaming stopped. The air hung still, though the struggle still continued. If one were to happen upon the scene, they would behold both she and her attacker.

Leondas had his claws around both of her arms, making quick work to pin her to the ground. The only reason she appeared so compliant was because of the vampire’s allure. Once she’d locked eyes with him, she found herself helpless under his will. Prior to this, she’d managed to land a few blows to his face before being subdued, evident by the thin streams of blood running down his cheeks. Minor wounds that would soon be erased by the onslaught of blood. Before she could come to, he leaned down to her neck and opened his fanged jaws wide.

But a foreign scent was in the air, growing stronger with each sharp inhale through the creature’s nose. He paused, mouth slowly shutting as he looked about warily. It would be foolish to begin his feast without first making sure he was alone. Feeding did well to render him rather helpless, both during and after.

His amber gaze darted about, upper lip curling upward as a low growl bubbled from his throat.