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[betaboiblues]

This was just peachy, just the bee’s knees, really. Somehow, Conall got separated from Alvin and found himself thoroughly lost in some wing of the castle. He heard the fray of fighting around the corner and hid himself, wincing at the awful gurgling and utterly wet noises he was hearing, trying to block the scent of fresh blood from his nostrils. Things went silent and he stiffened when he realized he couldn’t smell anything anymore, not even the blood that had been so noticeable before. The witch laughed, startling Conall - why hadn’t he heard them walking so close behind him? Where the collars’ dampening powers back on? - and stalked closer. 

“Chosen a side, wolf?” the witch asked, his voice scraping down Conall’s spine tripping over each vertebrae. 

Maybe Conall took too long to answer or maybe the witch just didn’t care but the blast came out of nowhere, slamming the beta into a far wall. Wincing, he managed to stand and wrapped a hand around his ribs as he glared at the other man. 

“This isn’t right!” he hissed, eyes going bleary for a moment before the was movement to his right. Whatever it was, it distracted the witch and the adrenaline kicked into high gear. Now was his chance. 

Ignoring the pain in his side, Conall launched himself at the witch who just managed to throw an arm up, protecting their neck from Conall’s sharp claws. His snarl echoed through the halls as he pulled his fist back and slammed it into the witches mouth. Too late, the spell slid from the witches lips just in time and Conall was sent back again into the same damn wall. @vampxrxc

[drluciengaudet]

Lucien was in all rights a powerful creature. He was a vampire, a master, a renowned scientist, and the councilman of France. He was one of the smartest people on the planet and yet had a naivety that one his age shouldn’t from hiding in his lab for years on end, only coming out to upgrade his equipment, research materials, and his personal collection of fiction. His second weakness was his ability to get so lost in thought that he literally got lost and the fomer had happened once again. It another reason why he never left his lab in France. He had no need to as he lived and worked in the same building so there was no getting lost. The castle was vastly larger than the building he’d inhabited in France and the floors looked awfully similar.

Thinking his trip would be quick he’d not brought his phone, which he’d downloaded a map of the castle on it for just this sort of occasion. In his haste he’d made a short sighted decision and now was aimlessly roaming around the castle. He swore if Syd and/or Raiden found him he was going to seriously consider leaving. As it was, all was well. He’d seen a few masters, guards, and the aforementioned titles with slaves, though had not reached rock bottom yet still having hope his roaming would get him back to his suite. By hour three he finally decided to breakdown and ask someone for directions. 

“Pardon.” He called out to the other, the master turning to him and Lucien getting a bit of stage fright at the other’s striking features. Not to mention he wasn’t the best at talking to new people and even less so when it was admitting a weakness. Krovs wasn’t a place for many, or any, to know a master’s weakness. Hopefully this one wasn’t as cruel as some, not that Lucien was any sort of saint, but he at least treated other vampires with respect. “My name is Dr. Lucien Gaudet. I’m rather new to the castle. I seem to have...” Lucien let out an uncomfortable laugh. “I am lost unfortunately. I’m trying to get back to my suite it is on the south west side of the castle where the council suites are, but I unable to get my bearings. If you are otherwise occupied please disregard my request, I’m sure through persistence I will preserver.” 

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[familiar-finn]

🔵 // grab my muse hard enough to leave a bruise (from dominic)

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

Finn hated his costume. He hated Gareth even more for making him wear it. And he hated how much others seemed to enjoy it with the wolf whistling and the “rough tongue” and “pussy” jokes. Yet, one vampire in particular seemed bold enough to grab him hard enough to leave a noticeable bruise on his skin. “Hey, man,” he said to Dominic, not really minding the roughness from the vampire, “You wanna ease up or are you trying to ask me somethin’?” 

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AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION