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[friern]

@valtcr banter call.

"I   found   this   grimoire   first.   It's   mine   ...."

[taleswritten]

@valtcr sent ❛ there is no horror left in this world that can surprise me. ❜ -Vex + Vax

Vex'ahlia exchanges a look with her brother as she takes a step back, hands going for her bow just in case. This man seems to exude danger, but she doesn't draw her weapon. Not yet.

She knows who he is. Vax had stolen from him, something they needed. He must have tracked them down, it unsettles Vex so much so that she moves closer to her brother.

"Your point?" Vax'ildan is the one who speaks up, one hand resting at his dagger, the other reaching out to squeeze Vex's shoulder in an effort to soothe her. He's right here and he won't let this man hurt her.

[fallesto]

“They told you I’m a monster,” he continues calmly. “That I destroy for pleasure. That I’m chaos given form.” A soft, humorless laugh left Valtor throat before he glanced down at the person before him. “If that were true, you wouldn’t be standing here. You’d be ashes. History would move on.” @valtcr

Her fingers twitched just once. Every nerve in her body screamed that this was wrong. The man before her wasn’t just dangerous; he was unhinged. She knew a threat when she saw one, and this man before you is a threat. “A monster.” She would mutter back, as she remained. She knew others, would have buckled, turned and ran. Fallen to knees, beg and plead for mercy, but she stood tall and sated him down. “That is all that you are, all your words fail to impress me or change what you truly are.” A body count clung to him without visible blood. She didn’t flinch, but her skirt brushed against her thigh—she’d shifted her stance minutely, balancing for a lunge. As she stood her ground, she knew evil when she saw it. Not the petty cruelty of bandits or the calculated malice of assassins, but the kind that seeped into the earth and left it barren for generations.

“It just so happens, I’m rather talented at taking down monsters.”

@valtcr

[olvanya]

“Well what would impress you, then?” @valtcr

she   considers   this   briefly,   eyes   scanning   the   room   in   quiet   thought.    not   many   people   would   openly   speculate   methods   to   garner   her   respect   or   admiration,   if   not   short-term   appeasement   to   use   each   other's   practical   and   survival   skills.   arms   simply   fold   over   feathery   shawl   covering   her   chest,   resuming   to   lock   eyes   with   them.

❝    a   lump   sum   of   gold.    ❞     despite   her   monotone,   she   jests.

𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚄𝚁'𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ( accepting . )

[kowarenaii]

@valtcr is in the presence of Faeleth:

The creature had felt it long before it ever saw it.

Not a sound, not a scent .... but a pressure, subtle as a held breath beneath the ribs of the forest, slipping through root & stone & slow-moving water. Faeleth had known that flavor of energy before. Had tasted it in ages where stars still burned closer to the earth, where shadows wore truer shapes & dared not hide themselves in gentle skin. This darkness did not reek of rot, nor did it scream its hunger. It lingered. & that, perhaps, was the greater sin.

They turned from where they had stood, hooves finding the narrow paths no mortal eye could follow — ( winding trails pressed into being by centuries of wandering, where moss never grew too bold & branches leaned aside as though remembering their name. ) — The forest shifted with them, breath deepening, leaves whispering low in a hush that was neither fear nor welcome, but knowing. Then — movement, soft & unassuming. A deer, standing where no deer had any right to linger, slender legs locked in stillness, dark eyes lifted with something that almost resembled trust.

Almost.

Yet to Faeleth’s sight, it was not prey that waited there, but a hunter draped in borrowed gentleness — ( a wolf cloaked in wool, its teeth hidden behind borrowed breath. ) — The God felt it then, clearer now, threading through the creature’s form like ink through water. чужа. Not of this soil. Not of this wind.

The great Elk stepped from the brush, towering, antlers crowned with age & old storms, his presence bending the space around them as though the forest itself drew nearer to listen. Faeleth did not rush or threaten. Only circled, slow as the turning of seasons, hooves pressing deep into damp earth while their head dipped, snout passing near the stranger’s flank. A long breath drawn in. The scent of something that did not belong. Their ears tilted back, not in fear but in recognition, a low resonance gathering in their chest. It was not quite a growl, not yet wrath, but the warning hush of thunder before the sky breaks. This was not the first trespass they had known, nor would it be the last. But each was remembered. Each was weighed.

Faeleth remained where they were, gaze fixed, ancient & unblinking, knowing that monsters did not always come crowned in fang & claw. Some arrived soft-stepped, trembling-limbed, wearing the faces of harmless things — hoping the wild would not look too closely, hoping the old gods had grown tired, inattentive, kind. But the wild had always known how to see. & Faeleth had never forgotten how to hunt.

& they were curious .... what would they do?

[moonfelling]

@valtcr — send me Ω to generate a scenario with our muses.

prompt: valtor accidentally drinks a love potion and falls for ume.

she isn't sure what's going on, but make no mistake; it's pissing ume off. she stalks through the woods on patrol, keeping her eyes peeled for demons while she goes. every so often, a weaker one will cross her path and she'll dispatch it in quick order. but there's this demon that won't leave her be. won't stop following her, and badgering her with a lovesick gaze.

finally, she stops walking, and sighs heavily, turning to valtor with her fists on her hips.

" okay, what is your damage? hah? why do you keep following me around? you're a demon. i'm a human. by all rights, i should be fucking murdering you right now, or you should be trying to eat me. so why are you so ... "

she gestures to all of him.

" soft. "

[fallesto]

Valtor landed inside the infinity castle after being summoned from aboard. Kneeling on the platform, his tail curled around his body as he tucked in the wings as close to himself as he could. The dragonic demon smiled as he knelt before his mistress, waiting to see why she might have called upon him to return to her homesland, which was still foreign to him even after centuries. "Mistress, I've come heeding your call." The male rumbled as the deep fire glow from his chest rumbling sulfur, like a mythical dragon waiting to be given a task by their divine deity. @valtcr

She stepped forward in her elegant kimono, her blue nails clicking together as she circled him slowly. The demon queen hummed as she gazed down at him, her crimson eyes gleaming behind those dark lashes. She reached out, cupping his chin in her slender fingers, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. "Oh, my dear Valtor." She murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed venom.

"It's been too long since I've laid eyes upon you. Tell me, how fares your hunt for the Blue Spider Lily?"

Her thumb traced the jagged scales along his jawline.

A mockery of affection in the gesture.

She kept circling him, her silk kimono whispering against the tatami like a serpent sliding through grass. The sulfur glow from Valtor's chest pulsed faintly, casting shifting shadows across the polished wood as she paced. Her nails—long and sharp as talons—dragged lightly over his wings, tracing the membrane where it stretched taut between bone. "You’ve grown lax?" She said, voice so soft it might have been a lover's coo, if not for the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. 

"The Lily eludes you still. How… disappointing."

@valtcr

[lordfounder]

Valtor hummed as he sat on a tree limb looking down at Upper Moon Two after being summoned during a trip of collecting some spider lilies in America. “Hm, Douma-sama still seeking you working so hard for your little flock.” @valtcr

It is the duty of the shepherd to watch over and protect his flock. His mouth was still warm and crimson-stained from his last meal. The fruits of his last hunt. In the distance, the members of Eternal Paradise resumed their merriment. The end of a long fast was cause for celebration, singing and dancing. Oblivious to the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Yet the Second Moon stood vigilant, protective over those humans he called his own.

It was not often that another demon was brazen enough to approach Upper Two's territory. Placid as he was, Douma cast an imposing presence. He would not hesitate to rip a lesser demon should they even touch what was his.

The Lord Founder greeted @valtcr with an even and cordial smile.

"And I see that you have returned from overseas, Valtor-dono. I am afraid that my flock is preoccupied with the temple festivities." Douma motioned towards the village, where the scent of human food now permeated through the air. "But surely you did not come all this way out to ask about Eternal Paradise. How may I be of service?"