#t; lazarus

[unavernales]

@haneul-muses​

    “welcome in--! we’re about to close, just so you know,” the lycan hums cheerfully. “you don’t look like you’re from around here.” he tilts his head from behind the counter, gloved hands stained with bits of unsatisfactory meat. usually he’d be eating the scraps himself, but tonight he’d be hunting. didn’t want to ruin his appetite. lazarus wonders, briefly, if this stranger would be outdoors tonight. they certainly looked tasty enough. 

[unavernales]

@honorxlies​

     the lycan unhinges his jaw to drop the bloody arm at phobos’s feet. “i got it for you!” a big, proud smile follows. if lazarus had a tail, it woul dbe wagging like crazy. during the feasting moons he’s usually sure to eat all he possibly can, but he wanted something to show the goddess that he’s the the best dog.  

[unavernales]

@tuggeriisms​ continued from x 

       “course you are,” lazarus replies gruffly. the lycan licks some leftover blood from the back of his hand. “can i use your shower?” it was late, as it always is when he makes rash decisions. but he can’t stand to see the other cry. so why not get rid of the cause all together? 

[unavernales]

@honorxlies​​

     “you smell-- different?” lazarus sniffs at the goddess in the middle of assisting her at their weapons lair. “are you and mrs. baph--” the question goes unasked. attempting to conceive. the lycan was fully prepared to complain. 

[unavernales]

@wildeycs​​

       “i haven’t seen you here before,” lazarus comments as the stranger passes the counter for the third time in the past fifteen minutes. the shop itself was a small establishment with dedicated customers. it was also, for the most part, an old fashioned butcher shop. not for those with weak stomachs. when someone new came by, the lycan took interest. he blinks. “you’re not lost, are you?” this was certainly an unfortunate place to wander into for directions. 

[unavernales]

@unbearablyindifferent​

     oh he could smell it on her by the time she crossed the street. hunter. the stink was unmistakeable, as was the air. that brooding, self righteous martyrdom that hunters dragged everywhere. it made the lycan’s stomach churn and his nose crinkle. he’d only eaten a hunter once, out of anger rather than hunger and it made him sick the entire moon cycle. “i haven’t seen you around before,” lazarus greets cheerily when she makes her way into the butcher shop. “you new in town or just passing through?”

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@sovrumana​ continued from this because we have no self control  

      fresh from the shower and in the middle of prepping a midnight snack, the last thing lazarus expected to hear is the drunken stumbling followed by the crude suggestion. from the smallest of the pack nonetheless, who always seemed perfectly put together. it was as entertaining as it was enticing. however, he’s almost positive that chen isn’t quite sober enough for that to occur. “i’m not that tall. you’re just very short,” he clarifies as he turns on the stove. “and no thanks, i don’t want you throwing up on my dick. but if you sober up and still feel up to it, sure.” moving to carefully butcher the piece of meat left on the counter, he tilts his head to the kitchen table. “sit down. you should eat something.”

[unavernales]

@unfinishedjulyrain​

      “this is my hunting ground, you know,” the lycan calls out to whoever has been watching him from the bushes. it’s not his hunting ground. he doesn’t believe in claiming territory, but he can smell that the being following him isn’t human. “so you might as well show your face.” lazarus rubs over his bloodstained jaw one last time with the water from the lake before standing. “i won’t hurt you. if you run, i will.”