#meomonstrumo

[ohmymizuko]

@meomonstrumo

Mizuko was on her way to a resort after giving birth to Vlad's twin daughters and some alone time. During the nights where her driver was able to continue on their journey, Mizuko was fast asleep since the trip was boring and lonely. A thunderstorm was heard in the distance that aroused the blind woman awake. After several minutes they had arrived at a small town that looked to be abandoned. They took shelter in the only building that was left standing.

Hours after the storm had passed, the sun had appeared, and the vampire took shelter in the basement. Mizuko had wondered about the town and found the ruined church. A noise startled her almost causing her to scream. "Who's there?" The young mother whispered.

[audaciiaearch]

@meomonstrumo said: "I am obscene to you, but to myself I simply am."

"But what exactly are you?"

Victor feels equal parts curious and terrified. There will always be that part of him that thirsts for knowledge, that pushes and pokes and prods when he knows it shouldn't. His immortality has made him a little more careless than he ought to be. What does a man who doesn't die have to fear, in the end?

He stares at Jain with wide eyes, caught between standing where he is and stepping closer. No, he ought to be smart, shouldn't he? In fact, he takes a slight step backwards, letting out a shaky breath.

"I just want to know."

[deficd]

@meomonstrumo /Eli from here!

Nothing nearer to malice than a jagged word. Any intention beneath it remains untethered, a draw that bests childish wonder. Vera finds herself spilling something like laughter between the teeth, a smile to match that gaunt, dead one across.

"A lung would do just fine," her purr is lined giddy, fingers threading together in the mirage of a waiting girl. "Even a kidney, but a lung is so much lovelier, don't you think?"

[narrativeabducted]

@meomonstrumo // continued

The man which he struck does not answer and Victor begins to grow worried. Creeping a step forward, he peers down at the man, gnawing on his lower lip as ever familiar anxiety begins to stir in his gut. The angle of which that man's head is now positioned is simply... Askew. Simply not correct.

"oh, god." Victor hisses out, hand arresting into his dark hair and pulling at it. The shovel drops from his hand and he falls to his knees. Has he just killed someone? Killed someone in the wake of his very attempt to bring the dead back to life? No, no, this cannot be! He cannot have caused death when all he wishes to do is cause life!

"no, no," he mutters, crawling forward on all four and seizing the dead man by the shoulder and giving him a hearty shake. "wake! you-- you are not dead. you must not be dead!"

[violeteyedkiller]

Continued from X || @meomonstrumo

The swat was to be expected. He wasn't anticipating Toby to be a model patient. But he did anticipate that they would be avoiding help. That wasn't exactly stopping him from trying. Though they were different, there was a certain level of similarities (what with the shadow affinity and all) that...yes made him feel a little bit responsible.

He takes the slap in the same way he takes the swat. With a blank face.

"I know you don't want my help but that does not mean you don't need it."

[wolves-of-etoile]

Closed starter for @meomonstrumo

He was no neat-freak, but David Weiss, a middle-aged bachelor, tended to keep his place relatively tidy. No dishes in the sink after dinner. Floors vacuumed at least every two or three days. Books neatly aligned on the bookshelf. Students' homework stacked on the coffee table. Perhaps it the Army that screamed some discipline into a once nineteen-year-old. He certainly didn't learn it from his parents. Regardless, the sight of overturned chairs and flung objects and papers might cause alarm if found in anyone's home.

A struggle occurred here, though it might not have been obvious how many ambushers. Probably at least three to overpower someone of David's size and build. He was not that far removed from his Army days.

A lingering odor could be sniffed here and there -- sweat and blood.

On the counter that gave the kitchen an open view of the living room, there were some objects that were deliberately placed after the battle. A note in messy handwriting overwritten on a student's homework assignment: "The lake. Midnight." A bloodied meat cleaver. And a severed human pinkie.

[devorantescorda-2]

@meomonstrumo - continued from (x)

He moved like smoke, silent and certain, weaving between shadows as though they parted just for him. The scent had drawn him first — sharp, other, laced with blood and arrogance. It sang like old magic, the kind that curled beneath your ribs and whispered warnings. But Gabriel wasn’t one to heed warnings. Not anymore. He found the creature leaned against a wall, eyes restless, the lingering tang of a crushed cigarette still warm in the air.

Not human. Not even close. Good. Gabriel didn’t announce himself with words at first — just presence. The way the street fell quieter, heavier. The way the shadows shifted as though they knew to make room. He stepped into view with the unhurried ease of something that had never been prey a day in its life.

“Careful,” Gabriel said smoothly, voice like velvet over broken glass. “You keep hunting like that and someone might think you're bored.” His gaze raked over Jain, not with lust, not with fear — but with interest. Predatory. Curious. “Or maybe you’re looking for something you can’t quite name. Something that won’t go down easy.” He tilted his head, a faint smile pulling at his mouth, too sharp to be kind. “Tell me — do you always make such a mess of your nights, or is this one special?”

He came closer now, slow and deliberate, the air colder in his wake. “I smelled you a block away. You wear your hunger like a second skin.” His fangs flashed, not in threat — in greeting. “What is it tonight? A fight? A fuck? Or are you waiting for something… worse?”

[wolves-of-etoile]

Continued from x. ( @meomonstrumo )

And yet you are here, was what David wanted to say. Somehow, everything about Jain always caused him concern, even from the very first seconds they had met. But the former soldier had always had a compassionate streak. He couldn't not help, no matter how dire the situation. It was probably why he switched careers to become a teacher.

His gaze followed Jain's to the window. It was like he was expecting an ambush. Was the man paranoid? Was someone truly out to get him? David had no way of knowing in any case. But sometimes, though, the paranoids were right.

David let a breath escape from his mouth, unsure if he should touch him, unsure of what he needed -- except for one thing. "You are safe here," he said. That he felt sure about. Who would ever suspect the monster-man would ever take refuge with the mild-mannered teacher?

"I will make some food for you. It will help you calm down... You like steaks, right?" Just a wild guess -- for the wild predator.