#vile-blooded

[goodandbadhearts]

“Stop trying to replicate the truffle shuffle.”

“Who the fuck are you? And what the hell is the truffle shuffle?”

[headofferros-blog]

@vile-blooded

(I didn't really make any specific location I just glanced at the lore of your character and had an interesting idea with it so here's what most likely poor attempt at it.)

The clocktower overlooked the city; bright lights could be seen scattered throughout. The night was a time of rest or unrest depending on who you were. Camille was one of the ones in unrest, protecting the city, always watching.

The most interesting are always out at night. Camille could see many faces that seemed to lurk throughout the night.  Camille herself was no different than those she watched. Everyone had their own agenda at night, something to do or seek. As the surroundings of the clock tower began to become prosaic Camille took her opportunity to take her leave. Maybe she would run into someone of interest on the streets she thought, after all, you never know who would be out.

As Camille stepped outside she could feel the wind biting at her skin, it had been a cold winter. Given that the city was in spring it still felt like the middle of an endless winter. Glancing at everyone she passed Camille thought to herself as she walks. They were dressed in a classic sophisticated type of wealth. Why would someone like this be out at such a late hour she thought to herself? Formality in dress isn't what you would expect past daylight.

Maybe the needed help of some kind; why else would they be out at the ungodly hour. As Camille approached the women she spoke in a clear and concise tone.

“Do you need help with anything? It is awfully late to be out in little safety.” Camille thought to herself in confusion, why would they be out. It stumped her.

[incubabe]

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Send me ₩ for my muse to sit in your muse’s lap@vile-blooded

   Careful in placing a stray lock of silvery hair behind the Old Hunter’s ear, Riley leaned back, a thumb tracing down the back of Maria’s neck as she tried to make as comfortable a surface as possible. She’d hired this cadre of hunters for their knowledge into the secret world, and had insisted to herself that she wasn’t going to go further than that. Maria, though…she was different. It felt like she cared, that she recognized Riley’s interest in the infernal as more than academic. (Not that the cambion hid, per se, that she wasn’t human…but it was just a matter of business. Stood to reason that a bunch of hunters had their own hang-ups. Better to leave some things unsaid.) And from that compassion came...familiarity. 

   “Watch it, O Hunter,” murmured the would-be seat, glad for the angle hiding her rueful smile. “You might be losing your touch.”

   The woman had a crisp, almost antiseptic scent to her, cut with mint. Idly, Riley had to wonder -- what did she smell like? Though lacking any sort of concrete data on the matter, enough comments had been made for her to suspect that some facet of infernal nature played with the perception of would-be prey partners. “I’m not certain how severe a crime necking a hellspawn is in terms of fraternizing with the enemy, but...”

[goodandbadhearts]

vile-blooded replied to your post “*shoves confetti cake into mouth*”

How dare? He not share?

It was a mug cake. A mug for one >:C

[fury-of-darkin]

@vile-blooded Enters the Fray

Aatrox stood on the edge of a cliff, looking down upon the snowy Freljordian landscape. His sword stood up on its tip before him, and his arms were crossed. The Darkin’s wings flowed in the wind like war banners. Without even turning to address the newcomer, he spoke. “Have you come for me?”

[narcisisto-archive]

vile-blooded replied to your post “just finished watching demon house. it actually wasn’t bad. it was...”

Watched “the ritual” yet?

no, i haven’t but i’m definitely interested now that i’ve read about it. i’ll have to see if my friends will want to rabb.it with me sometime to watch it