#para: markus

[lilo-el-lobo-blog]

Confessional  || Markus & Lilo

The church was in bad shape, but Lilo was in worse. It didn't have much of a crowd to begin with when the werewolf started attending every Sunday, then it dwindled off to one when their priest retired. Soapberry Springs wasn't exactly on the churches radar, or anybody's really, so the old catholic church just sat mostly ignored. Most squatters had warmer and more conveniently located warehouses in Pyewacket to take up residence in. Not that this mattered to Lilo, he wasn't expecting any sort of company, besides the divine, at the late hour he shouldered the door open.

"What did I do huh? Is this something you were in on? Was it the fornication thing, that I was gonna' go ahead and have a baby outta' wedlock, was that the big problem?" Lilo never actually checked if his assumption that there's be no witnesses in the church was correct. Too bothered to actually use his senses, not that they'd be the sharpest so many drinks into the night. "I was trying to do the right thing huh? I was trying..." He sobbed, stumbling over the roll in a canvas tarp. "If something is wrong... ay... is it? Is leaving it along the right thing?" He came there to pray, for guidance, not to cry by himself. But the plans changed, and he laid himself into one of the empty pews.

@markusrojasrp

[the-doctor-charlie-wilde]

Stuck Together!

Who: Charlie, Markus (@markussorin), Mercedes (@whitewitchmercyj) and Lucas (@lucasmoroi) When: January 4th Where: Frozen Swirl What: Because of the storm, four innocent people are now stuck together. ;) OOC NOTE: So guys, I was thinking, after me could reply Markus, then Mercedes, and then Lucas? Yes?

Charlie knew that she shouldn't have decided to go to the Frozen Swirl in that morning. She just knew it, something was telling her to go back to the apartment, and just wait for the snow to stop, but actually, she decided to be brave, and to go there, before she needed to go to the hospital. But now, she was stuck. She had no idea who was actually with her, or if there were someone else in there, but she decided to try. "Hello? Is someone out there?" Charlie called out as soon as she decided to leave the bathroom.

[maloweston-blog]

just breath ~ markus & malo

I didn’t know what to expect. A first, i felt like i was waiting for too much to come, but then, as i walked into the corridor, something changed. It just seemed right. (...) For a second. My breath was already jerky and for a while, I had to tell myself to keep going. It was my first day on this show and yet i still managed to be ridiculous in front of thousand and thousand people. I was terrified. See, i’ve never been that much of a bourreau des coeurs, and applied to Nowkiss just to meet people like Markus, who can help me move on and shill out a bit. But it seems like i wasn’t quite on board yet. Bitting my forward lip, my eyes were staring for the slightest move after i arrived in front of the elevator. Maybe he changed his mind. He told me i was handsome, and i imagined him saying it like he was in front of me. But now, everything was different. Everything got real and i just didn’t know if i was quite ready for that. As always, i was just thinking and worrying too much. That’s just me. Finaly, he came in and my eyes automatically rolled on the floor. “... So, you came” And that was it, i couldn’t say more.

[shilohgarrett-blog]

Shared Night || Shiloh // Markus

The scents of the forest filtured easily for the wolf fully transformed. Paws caked in mud from the fresh rain the day before, staining the golden fur up his legs in random splashes of chocolate. His black nose, damp in the evening air rose with three distinct intakes. Flaring the nostrils like a readying bull before a charging attack. Each one picked apart dozens of individual scents around him, until he could find a few of interest. Rodents had infested a nest up north, hearing their tiny scaped claws against wood as they burrowed their scraps. Shiloh was no bottom feeder, even ronin his predatory instincts flared frightening strong. Rats annoyed him.

His wolven muzzle pulled tight, stretching out in a wide yawn as he looked up at the Rahu rising up to illuminate the canopy of autumn stained trees. A salmon tongue, damp with blood kept darting out to taste the lingering kill along blackened gums. Wounds stretching with the motion marked along the bridge of his nose in mocking of the caverous clawed marks from the bear slaughtered behind him. He had enjoyed taking the hits more than wanting a fast kill, allowing the forest predator to fight for it's life like they were but two humans in an arena back in England. Sometimes he craved those fights. Even after the cage fight it hadn't been the actual fighting that flared him angry. It had been the way they took him!

The wolfsbane fucked with Shiloh in ways he couldn't mentally handle. Like when Michael invaded his head. Peeling the layers of his past away with intense scrutiny! His head was where he was weak! Emotions, and love too strong in Athoria, never had he experienced such a rush to think for himself. Still! Even after seven years Silas' hold was ever present, and he had no way of knowing how to break it. No. The wolf's head tilted in a curious manner, rib cage expanding like an ever growing fire in the pit of his stomach. A scent caught his breath that brought about a low growl, rolling his gums back until they exposed every fang. His hair bristled back, making the already massive wolf seem to grow in further size.

Cenric. Shiloh felt oddly released from Silas in this moment. As if mentally the chains of his maker truly had been severed. The light of Rahu was powerful tonight, the pull from the night sky wrapping around an emotion his beast favored above all others. Rage. The internal fire flared, brightening his vision until he saw the brightest reds. Throwing his head side to side, fiercely clawing the ground as his anger boiled to dangerous levels to fuel his wolven side. It consumed his human conscious, swallowing it like a blanket of the sky until his amber eyes rose to the West. Body twitching along his muscles as his head turned to listen. To hunt. To destroy.

[fatherfreeman]

Another Contract || Stephen & Markus

Stephen was attending to Confession when one of the Church's servants brought him the message. Christian wanted to see Stephen about another job. Of course, the man was smart enough to write a note that made it seem as if the man was looking for spiritual guidance. Stephen left the Church that evening when he was done listening to the Confession of the congregation.

Walking through Leeds, Stephen walked with purpose. He was looking forward to being paid again (the man paid well for the heads of vampires) so he could invest in a new sword. Foolishly, he had left the sword in a cove after Shiloh had helped him with a small vampire problem. He had been more concerned with the blood loss than putting his sword away (it would have taken three seconds, three seconds and he still didn't do it) so now the sword was lost to the sea.

Stephen could always make due with other weapons. His stakes were good enough, but that didn't stop Stephen from wanting a new sword. It wasn't like he could behead a vampire with a stake. Of course, he could use his father's old weapons, they were just collecting dust in the Freeman Manor, but Stephen didn't want to use his father's weapons. They had never seen eye-to-eye on anything, and Stephen could bet that they disagreed about swords just like everything else. Finding the gambling din, Stephen knocked on the door.

"I have a message from Christian. He wants to see me." Stephen could swear for a moment that the doorman's eyes were black. But he dismissed it, thinking that it was probably the poor lighting rather than any actual threat.

[fatherfreeman]

Paid Hunter

Stephen pounded on the door to the gambling den. He was leaning in the doorway, ignoring the small dripping noise of blood that came from his mangled broken arm. It was close to dawn and Stephen could guess that most of the gambles had headed to their homes to sleep off any alcohol and then work for more money to gamble away.

"Open up! It's Stephen." He called out, the head was held in his hand, the hair gripped so tightly that his knuckles were white and it was lending to the dull throb that he was beginning to associate with his broken arm. He had barely looked at it, he had looked enough to see that the white of bone sticking out.

"I'm here to get paid!" After that fight, Stephen was willing to take medical care for payment. He wanted to get that sword for his sister, but not having a disfigured arm for the rest of his life was more important. Maybe after his arm healed, he could do more work for Christian to save up for that sword.

[fatherfreeman]

Partners || Stephen & Markus

Stephen had heard the rumors: that there was a man who hated vampires and was hunting them. There were not many other hunters, especially those who made it known what they planned to do. His research had led Stephen to a name and a location: Christian Burkes, Leeds. The Church was strict on Leeds and when priests were allowed to go there, it was a way to make sure that there was no corruption within the church.

Stephen had managed to get a pass on the ban by pleading with a Bishop that he only wanted to go to the city to try to save souls. The Bishop had agreed after a week of pestering on the condition that Stephen would never speak to the Bishop again. Stephen was surprisingly fine with that. From there, it had only been a matter of getting a ride to Leeds, which also had not been a problem.

Stephen was now standing in the city of Leeds feeling a bit overwhelmed. When the church said that the Leeds was a lost city, he had thought it was a bit melodramatic but the city of sin might actually live up to the melodrama. His priestly robes made him stand out and since he had walked into the city he had almost been robbed several times.

Finding Christian Burkes was going to be a harder task than he had first thought. While he normally would have gone to the seediest bar he could find and buy information there (hopefully without alcohol being spilled on himself) in any other place, but in a city like Leeds... Any bar could be the seediest and Stephen didn't have the patience to go barhopping for information. He resolved to just find a bar, try to find information and if he couldn't find anything out then it was simply not meant to be.

The bar he found could have won an award for seediness. Not only was there a perpetual level of smoke, the entire bar seemed to be holding its breath until the next fight broke out. Stephen leaned against the bar top, sliding over a small bag of coins to the bartender.

"I'm looking for a man. His name is Christian Burkes and I heard he hates vampires. Any idea where I can find him?" Stephen didn't let go of the bag nor did he look away from the bartender's eyes as he spoke. It was the best way to get what he wanted.

"He runs the Devil's Den." The bartender finally said and Stephen let go of the bag. The name of an establishment was all he needed. After he left the bar, he began to make his way through Leeds, looking for any hint of where the Den was. By the time he had found the den, he had lost most of his money to bribing people for information. With a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

"Hello, I am here to see Christian Burkes." He spoke with a confidence he did not feel at that moment.