#khagmar

[golddragondesigns]

Story update

Welcome all to a long awaited update for my story:

Fresh Blood

Please note that this story has the AO3 lock beside the title.

Wherein a poor young, meaning 25 years old, enby ends up on the continent. Unfortunately as found out in the first chapter, they weren't received by a kind person.

But now for this chapter:

Cleaning his blade, Geralt quickly gets to unlocking the cage. Silke slips out as soon as there is enough room for them to get out, getting away from Ryse’s body as quickly as they can with Geralt following close behind. As the fully conscious vampires converge on the body, the sounds of them feasting cause Silke to turn away with a shudder.

The barely conscious vampire wheezes as he looks at Silke, "you will have to get used to such sounds as a packmaster." They turn to him, brows furrowing, "you know a lot about these instincts I'll be getting used to. What is your name?" He blinks and cautiously glances at Geralt, who is checking over his blade close enough to hear, before focusing on them again, "my name is Khagmar of the tribe Garashem. Due to what the Sorcerer did, we are now blood siblings. That makes us pack, whether we choose to remain together or not is our personal choice."

Narrowing his eyes, Geralt sheathes his sword, "your accent is familiar, Khagmar. Sounds a lot like an old friend of mine." Flexing his fingers, he keeps an eye on the Witcher, "this friend of yours Witcher, was he a Higher Vampire?" Geralt nods, crossing his arms, "yeah, Regis was. He got melted by a Sorcerer though." Furrowing his brows, Khagmar meets his gaze, "that would not kill one of my kind, it would only make for an excruciating few years to recover from with vampire help. Without the help, it would be closer to a few decades." The Witcher's face slackens in shock and horror, whispering without realizing it, "I abandoned him. I abandoned one of the last surviving members of my hansa."

To continue reading, please follow this link: Fresh Blood Chapter 2: Sanguinem Fratris

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A Staff portrait for the Professor of anthropology from Oxenfurt known as Mersea De’Munte. Regis’ teacher.

Aka Khagmar. The humanist. From Baptism in Blood, my big ol fic.

Another fun experiment!

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Nothing like a murderous blood thirsty higher vampire in the morning

[kaeltale]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

They say there's a dragon in every relationship. Drachenfutter, or ‘dragon fodder,’ is a gift given to placate someone who is angry with you. It is used to ‘tame the beast,’ so to speak.

“I know a monster when I see one,” I hiss. Like looking into a mirror, if that were even possible. This dragon’s eyes long to see the world around him burn. He’s drunk on the destruction he’s brought; that he’s able to bring.

A short fic of Khagmar meeting a young Villentretenmerth. First person POV/Present tense experiment, told from Khagmar’s eyes.

This was a short break from my main project; I just needed to get over a writing hump and POST something before I got too itchy. XD

Thank you to @asparrowsfall and @andordean for the beta read, the fixes, and the great advice! Your comments give me life. ♥

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence: Violence Against Humans, Mild Bloodlust, Past Torture. (POV Character is a reformed murder-bat, but still...)

[wholelottatiffy]

Current WIP of a Vampire character, specifically my idea of how Khagmar could have looked. I've been having a really fun time with this one because of the lack of information and physical description we actually have of him. But I mean it would be rad if we had any information at all.

So enjoy the WIP y'all.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Geralt, frustrated with a myriad of things, takes his ire out on all who cross his path. A book given to Regis by the Emperor holds a simple truth that stuns all.

“Just… go upstairs.” Geralt groaned. Geralt reached for a towel and started to dry himself off. Dettlaff approached warily before grabbing his own towel, darting beyond Geralt’s range, his eyes still drooping with sleep. Geralt toweled himself off and was just about to turn to his bedroom when Dettlaff, with the towel draped over his head, opened the door to the main house and plodded out.

“We have guests!” Geralt shrieked, trying to catch the half-sleeping vampire.

“My clothes are wet!” Dettlaff stopped and turned to look at Geralt, confusion, hurt, and a trace amount of fear rushing through the bond. Geralt was still fully nude as well and was now standing in the doorway, glowering at the vampire.

“You are a bunch of hedonists.” Emhyr said, looking at Dettlaff and Geralt. Geralt hissed and Dettlaff shrugged, yawning loudly.

“It’s my damned house, I’ll damn well wear whatever I please.” Geralt was feeling downright childish and petty at this point. He slammed the door to the bathroom and beelined for his door.

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Sometimes I wonder who was the first vampire to find out about human blood. Like did Khagmar just see a human and think to himself; "Hm. I wonder what would happen if I tore his jugular out with my teeth."