#xerxesstarter

[valamirx]

@ofromulan location: trailer park, but now it's in Lupercal notes: cabbage patch simmer pot for the holiday season

War had ended but Valamir remembered everything, well, he remembered the nine or so days that he'd lasted before he'd burnt to a fucking crisp. Not exactly a monumental end for the lycan who'd once been a King; keeper, alpha, and now what. He crumpled a beer can in his fist before he tossed it into the metal drum that housed the fire outside his trailer. What did Valamir have? A pack he didn't care about, an archdruid that wished she'd been left in the desert; friendless because he didn't care to fucking bother, alone because nobody could stand his company - not even him.

"Didn't think I'd see you again." apparently the lycans just let anyone into the city now: good for Xerxes, there was probably a mud pile he could roll around in outside of the Waffle House. The former triumvir was ringless, that was the first thing that Valamir looked for. Timeline shit got confusing, but at least that was good and gone, if nothing else Xerxes' mind was his own. The vampire smelled absolutely rancid, even worse than how Valamir had left him the day of all the fighting. Was something rotting?

[valamirx]

@ofromulan location: the STREETS notes: greasy

Valamir had history in Rome, but that wasn't the only reason he'd come back here. Romulus had been in this city when the lycan had returned, which meant that Xerxes wasn't far behind him. Word was that one of the Triumvir's sat in on their meetings with a booster seat - really there weren't many vampires that drew that sort of mental image. He expected to run into Xerxes eventually, but in all likelihood the Pluto vampire had his head too far up Romulus' ass to realize that Valamir was even in Rome. Or care, for that matter.

The skull of a man with an unpaid debt hit the stone wall, Valamir's hand encompassed most of it as he held the man in place. "This is your last warning." A second extension was more than the gambler deserved, but the lycan was in an uncharacteristically good mood as of late. Something about a dead magister. He could smell the blood as it spilled down the man's temple, could hear it as it trickled against the stones before Valamir's grip loosened and he let the witch scamper to his feet. "Three days." Mumbled, frantic gratitudes fell from his lips as he scurried off, making it past the source of a very distinct, pungent scent.

"You're far from your estate." Valamir pointed out as he turned cerulean eyes towards the vampire, they were near what used to be Arno territory: a place for rats and vermin like the petty excuse for a man that had just ran off. "Let me guess, daddy sent you out here to do his dirty work?" He wondered if Xerxes would know that Romulus was dead, if he'd accept it - if his compulsion had broken.

[veneriovescovi]

@ofromulan location: Lupercal notes: wow can't believe they're on a date

"I'm glad you asked me to do this," Venerio said as he moved to hold hands with the Senator, naturally the vampire was a romantic and while this festival wasn't historically very popular among their kind, here they were. In true fashion, Venerio had his tits out while simultaneously wearing a turtleneck to craft the illusion that he was much more sophisticated than he actually was. "You're not usually my type, it's a height thing, but that body? Unreal." Didn't help that Xerxes talked like he peaked in high school, but Venerio was still certain that he could change him.

[valamirx]

@ofromulan location: the cave where Valamir was using mud to camouflage during the hunger games notes: gladiator event - this is just an excuse for me to use my new gifs >:)

When Valamir had volunteered for this fucking reaping he was expecting a colliseum, lions, armour, maybe a damn mace or something. The elves seemed to have a sense of humour though, time and place had been distorted as the combatants were sent into a forest, observed and sponsored by unknown outsiders. Someone had been sending him shit from the outside, food, that had been useful, medical supplies, those too - but Valamir hadn't signed up to be stuck out here for almost a fortnight. He'd been a druid for a long time, a keeper, finding high ground somewhere dry that was easily concealed had been a priority. Unfortunately some psycho who'd pulled knives out of the cornucopia had attacked him earlier.

They'd been a shit shot, but one of the blades had still nicked him. Here in the tournament grounds none of them had any powers they could rely on, just their natural physical strength, fortitude, and abilities as survivalists. Valamir heard the crunch of some of the dry leaves he'd scattered around the cave and looked out as he reached for the club that he'd made from a fallen tree. "It's late and it's been a long fucking day, you would've had better luck waiting until I fell asleep."