#offireandblood

[dryadalismagicae]

offireandblood replied to your post: -creeps up from nowhere- -grabs from behind-...

Smelling the blood, Ash booked in their direction. Arriving just after the attack happened. He crouched near Lyrain, understanding that such an attack may lead him to not trust any of his kind. He would hunt down the unknown vampire and deal with him but the elf was much more important.

    ┇ ┈  ✖ ┉  ┇       Nausea was crippling, consciousness fading more as time turned onward. What a horrendous position to be thrust into but one could not help it once it had occurred; dizziness was blinding, weakness engulfing the entirety of his body. Lyrian was so very lithe, so very slender usually that the occurrence of such a thing meant he would fall hard and fast - and thus there he was, side-on in the dirt. “Hmm...?” He could, in the least, sense someone familiar nearby- 

[dryadalismagicae]

@offireandblood  ||  Liked for a SHORT STARTER

  ┇ ┈  ✖ ┉  ┇     “I’m never sure whether to be fearful or comforted when I draw this card-” He uttered quietly, staring down at the one he had turned over while two were rested beside as of yet to reveal their identities beneath. Tarot reading was something that Lyrian took comfort in as well as something he sought guidance through; the Magician card was complex in its nature.   

[kyuuzuchiha]

Collar and Chain

@offireandblood wrote (from here):

Ash was surprised, his eyes wide and body still in his kneeling position. Processing what just happened. Toxic eyes followed the chain attached to the collar around his neck, each link until his gaze met the raven’s hand. Tilting his head back to properly look at the raven, his own hands coming up to grip the chain.

“How bold, my dear raven.”

When Sasuke’s saw Ash’s eyes linger on Sasuke’s hand, Sasuke tightened his grip and gave the chain a subtle tug, just for fun. He smirked down at Ash when Ash looked up at him. His gaze was a mixture of sinister, and playful, and maybe even proud.

“Did you expect anything less of me?” he asked, his tone smooth and low.

[masshirohebi-moved]

@offireandblood This had been his idea, storming the Uchiha, a foe he could never conquer, could never beat. It would seem that destiny lay against the serpent. By all rights, Ashkine should have beaten this man, should have won. He was stronger, faster, older. His flames burnt brighter and hotter. But then... the Ignis held these powers because they controlled his entire being. And when Itachi could bend fire... well, that left him vulnerable. Why had the serpent overlooked this fundamental flaw to their plan? Simply because he hadn’t know how Ashkine worked. Being an Umbral made matters so much different. It was only when Cinder turned, that panic made its way on the serpents face. And he watches, as Ashkine picks up the vipers fight, as he came so close, so very very close. But instead of gaining the prized sharingan... Orochimaru found himself losing something far more important. “Ashkine, what’s wrong?”  The winds are violent around the two, and the serpent must speaker in a louder tone to be heard above them. His hair whips around his face, blinding him momentarily as he tries to read his lover. Something is off. Something the Sannin can not quite yet comprehend, “what are you doing? We’re winning, you had him.”

Anger has claimed the viper first, because he truly does not yet know the extent of his mistake. What it may have cost him. Greed, that nasty tendency to want what he was not born with, corrupted the serpent in to seeking the Uchiha out once more. Had Itachi not warned the viper to stand down? Had he not reminded him of how things always turned out rather bitter for the snake? Amber eyes are narrowed, and he takes a step away from Ashkine. Because he is uncertain, because the man he loves is not acting as he usually does. “He’s getting away.”

[adflicte]

"Commander."

     The sneer goes unseen, the tension of the lines in his neck hidden, even the narrowing of too many eyes are all but lost on the other who says such a title so freely, so flippantly. Ash knows not the feeling it brings, the rage that a single word can bring forth as though a physical blow through the center of his chest.

     Indeed, all the signs of unspoken fury are going to be lost on the other.

     But the physical manifestation? It surely will not.

     The last lick of Ash’s tongue to the word are not met with a snarl or bark of anger but with thick, blackened talons that seem to appear out of nowhere to his face, no more sound than the knowing crack of a bone breaking. Those solid points dimple pale cheeks, close enough to scent the death and decay upon blackened skin as palm covers the blasphemous lips to cut off any more the agent dare say.

     “I hear that come from you again and you’ll find out just how long it might take to get yourself a new tongue.” A flexing twitch of his hand then, as though Reaper is fighting violently against himself not to crush the man’s jaw within his grasp just to get the point across. It would seem fitting enough but instead the point bury a scant bit more into the flesh, so very close to breaking skin before the wraith pushes Ash away.

     “Now get out of my sight. We have work to do that doesn’t involve you running your mouth.”

[peccatuminanis-blog]

@offireandblood  ||  Discovered the HARBINGER

     ┇ ┈  ✖ ┉  ┇   “ I smell death and yet I do not sense it. How bizarre-” He uttered, knowing fully that there was a presence nearby yet being puzzled by it.

[cuatroreborn]

☾ Unusual creatures ☽

@offireandblood

He had been seeing a lot of strange things recently, but never seen someone turn into smoke. For a moment he looked around, no they were alone, or at least he assume the other had thought they were alone as that there wasn’t something one should do in public with lots of people around.

The smoke moved, and he found himself following, though from a distance. This might be stupid, but he was far too curious not to. Then the person turned into... a person, again, right behind someone. He could tell that whoever this was was holding on to the person, but he wasn’t sure what they were doing, and he wasn’t about to interrupt even if that might save whoever the victim was. After all, he was no hero.

[invxlidheart]

@offireandblood  ||  Followed You

    ┇ ┈  ✖ ┉  ┇   With burdens upon his shoulders that were akin to boulders did the youth wander through the centre of the city. Darkness had fallen some time earlier and his trip to the hospital had taken far longer than he had intended and thus public transport had ended and he was forced to pace the streets in order to return home. Hands were stuffed firmly into his pockets, the cold of the evening nothing short of chilling to the bone and indeed, with his general ill health, he simply could not chance the cold for long. Not without risking illness which could end with him in a casket.