#lucian threads.

[retriibutions]

underworld starter call.

@wcrstarter

another attack from william's progeny - this time even more violent than the last. it caused equal parts worry and wonder in the lycan blacksmith. a newly sharpened sword is offered towards sonja, held up in hands that are a little too soft around her.

"your sword, my lady," he says in offering, not daring to look in her eyes with others watching. "i wish you safety as you ride out tonight," he adds. a thousand other things die in his chest, not daring to be out of turn around his vampire masters. "i'll gladly sharpen your sword again when you return."

[retriibutions]

underworld starter call.

@halfvampirehalflycan

almost fondly, lucian looks at michael. for a moment, lucian thinks on to how michael is what sonja would have birthed if things had been different. he's a hybrid, born of both. though lucian says nothing of the things he thinks. keeps those thoughts tight to his chest.

"we are not so different - you and i," he says instead. "whatever you feel towards me, michael, i am not your enemy. that was never the plan." everything lucian had hoped for was coming to be - death to elders and hopefully soon, a shift in power between vampires and lycans.

[retriibutions]

underworld starter call.

@legends-and-savages nerissa corvinus

another werewolf attack had the castle practically in shambles. many who resided within were angry. william's progeny ran amok, killing any and all in their way. in secret truth, lucian hated the way lycans were treated because of it. because of how they were different to the vampires, although coming from the same family.

"my lady," he says, eyes nerissa as they cross paths. "if you shall like, i'll sharpen your sword," he offers, as the blacksmith for the castle, its his duty to keep the weapons maintained. "perhaps a sharp sword shall help keep the wolves at bay."

[retriibutions]

@luposcainus gif cred.

a team of death dealers had ripped through lucian's pack before he'd arrived to kill them - vampire blood marked a splatter against his pale skin and in his blue eyes is a rage unlike any other. he's a thousand years old - lived long enough to see and aid in the rise of the lycans against the vampires who saught to enslave or kill them all, and yet the fight does not tire within him.

"viktor and his merciless team of death dealers," he growls the words like a curse, shaking his head. dark hair is matted with blood and viscera. and he's angry - so angry. angry enough to poison a world, but it's the downfall of the vampires he seeks. "i think its time the wolves started striking first," he tells caspian idly.

those who followed lucian had been on the defensive. look where it had gotten them ; nowhere. "they will not rest until they see us all dead. i will not rest until i see us all free."

[retriibutions]

"it was the vampires who started this war. do not get it wrong."

open / lucian.

[retriibutions]

underworld starter call.

@cripplemagics

blood pools beneath lucian's hands as they rest against michael's unhealing wound. whatever bullets the humans had created to use against immortals, they were working too well. the hybrid should have been able to heal and lucian is at a loss.

"we need to get the bullets out of him or he is going to die," says he, lips pressing into a tight line after. michael might die regardless. lucian has never seen anything like this. "let us hope we are not found until he can heal."

[retriibutions]

@illbringthechaosmagic eleanor & lucian .

"my days of hiding are over."

[retriibutions]

"Can I kiss you?" (Eleanor to Lucian; @mxrvelouscreations

the years have been hard on the lycan - first of his kind, hailing from true werewolves. the loss of sonja and their unborn child had taken its toll, had filled him with almost a thousand year need for vengeance. love had not come because he had expected it. it had come as a surprise.

"of course," he answers with a nod, still in awe that eleanor saw anything at all worth kissing in him.