the red wolf

bloodborne OC blog for Aubrey, the Red Wolf 18+, NSFW, OC & cross-over friendly 

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

In Dreams...

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Doll spoke with the Pale Blood stranger, a newcomer to the dream. They were gentle, not a hunter, certainly not a hunter... but they were important to the Dream. She had never met anyone like Ro before, but Doll liked Ro. “It has been a pleasure to meet you... if you are in need of assistance, please return.” She smiled slightly, bowing to Ro before they left to follow Good Hunter Aubrey.

Aubrey flicked a glance back at Ro as he turned the page of an ancient tome that had been sitting on the altar table. The leather was stained with fresh blood, still sticky. “You wake up,” Aubrey replied simply, fingers grazing an illustration. “And then you return to Yarnham.” He had never thought about it too much before. It had always been that he left when he was finished, like letting out a breath he’d been holding. Always easy, almost by instinct. 

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

In Dreams...

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey heard the soft pad of bare feet on stone behind him as Ro quickened their pace to follow him. He listened to them fumble around an explanation that he could agree with the the blood of his bones, but on the topic he said nothing. He too, couldn’t express what he’d felt when he’d entered the Dream for the first time.

At their assertion, he nodded. “Yes... only for Hunters.” He didn’t say that Ro did or didn’t belong. They were there and that was that. It wasn’t his opinion.

Aubrey walked towards the house, but glanced back when Ro stopped to speak with Doll. He watched them bow, and Doll’s returned curtsy, delicate porcelain hands curling in the velvet of her skirts. “Hello, Pale Blood,” she said softly, and Aubrey almost couldn’t hear her over the sound of wind in the leaves and the silence of night. Shaking his head, he turned to continue up to the house, leaving the two to talk.

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

In Dreams...

Aubrey looked over at the prostitute, standing in his dream - his Hunter’s Dream, draped in a simple silk gown, cream against blue-white skin. They matched the flowers of the Dream, and Aubrey was very much under the impression that they belonged here, that they were a part of the dream. It was an odd impression, as they both looked and seemed lost.

“You’re found yourself in Hunter’s Dream, Pale Blood,” he said slowly, wondering why they were here. Why now, when they were together in bed. Perhaps it was that they Aubrey had accidentally pulled Ro into the dream with him while they slept. Whatever the reason, he didn’t know. He had only ever seen Doll here, and the Old Hunter. They seemed to be permanent residents of the dream, though they wandered in and out occasionally.

Aubrey knew that he was here for a reason, however, and the fact that Ro was there didn’t change that. With a wary look at Ro - perhaps they were here for a reason as well. “Have you never been before?” he asked, continuing down the path.

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Stoppered Vials

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey noticed the twitch of the man’s hands - which were small and tinged with the pink of their blood. Healing hands, Aubrey thought to himself, frowning slightly at the twitch. His suspicion of all things even extended to the insence scented halls of the Healing Church. 

“And may it guide you as well, Pale Blood,” he replied in kind. He watched Ro disappear behind a white curtain, clean but for the dark speckled stains across the bottom. For all of the cleanliness of the Healing Rooms, nothing was about to escape the touches of Blood. Aubrey turned on his heel, striding out with his vials in hand. 

He certainly liked Ro far better than Father Crichton, but that did not do justice to his disdain of the priest. The Hunter almost looked forward to returning later than month, unless the rumors of taint disappeared from Yarnham. He doubted that they would. Still, it would be no crime to see Ro again. Pale Bloods brought luck, after all... 

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Stoppered Vials

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey examined each bottle briefly before slipping it into a leather case made to fit exactly twenty. There was already one in it however, and the Hunter palmed the extra vial, tucking it into his jacket. Nodding to the clerk (he assumed), he pulled the coins from his pocket, setting them down on the counter. “Only your name,” was his reply. He intended to thank him properly, but it felt odd to do so without knowing the man’s name.  

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Stoppered Vials

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

With a sigh, Aubrey fingered the coins and notes in his pocket. “I will purchase the other ten,” he replied. It was allowed by the church, at least, Father Crichton had allowed the purchase of vials. Aubrey was of the opinion that a Hunter should not pay his Employer for blood with Blood of his own, but there were necessities to the position, and an ample supply of blood was one of them. He was willing to pay the price. 

He wondered if this... nurse? He wasn’t sure what position this man held. His white clothes betrayed very little, only the red sash around his arm said that he worked with the sick. His blood was clean, however. There was little doubt of that for Aubrey. But still, he wondered what they thought of Hunters buying blood from the Church. 

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Stoppered Vials

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey looked down at the little pale-blood gentleman in front of him. They looked young, clean-shaven and delicate. As if they belonged at a bedside, maybe, or at the very least, at an altar. He wasn’t surprised - using judgements he made based solely on his appearance - that this man was with the Healing Church. 

He nodded, not expecting the news of Father Crichton’s death, but not overly bothered by it either. “I see.” He offered no condolences, for he would not have meant a single one. Perhaps the Church would elect someone else better suited to the position. 

“I am looking to replenish my blood vials.” Each Hunter employed by the Church was allotted a specifc amount of them, but Aubrey found the allottment to be insufficient for any Hunter who was actually doing him job. “Twenty,” he specified, which was ten more than the Church was willing to give to him. And this would be gone far before the end of the moon. 

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Stoppered Vials

Aubrey strode down the halls of the healing church. His heels clicked off the floors and the sound echoed through the long corridor, and off the ornate vaulted ceilings. The air was cool, and smelled of stale blood and incense. Ever pervasive in his life, and Aubrey welcomed it. It brought a feeling of safety. Though times had improved, and the threat was not so pervasive as it once had been, the Hunter could never shake off the feeling of a Beast breathing down his neck. 

He pushed open the massive wooden doors that led him towards the Healing Rooms. Aubrey was in high need of blood vials, and the church was the best place to procure them. Previously he’d trusted other sources, but of late there were rumors of a poisoned supply. Sickness in the blood. He wasn’t one to take chances. 

Stepping into the room, Aubrey looked around for the old wizened man who kept the Church’s stock of blood plentiful, and doled it out with a tight fist and cold heart. Something of a Beast himself, but somehow his blood was clean. He frowned, not seeing the man at the desk or among the shelves. “Father Crichton,” he called. 

[infernal-vestige-blog]

Church Bells {Closed}

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey watched Ro pull away slightly and raise their wrist to their mouth. Their wrist, covered in delicate cream lace, a colour warmer than the tone of their skin. Their eyes betrayed their nerves even more. The hunter took Ro’s wrist before their lips could touch it. “You shouldn’t...” he said.

With a quiet chuckle, and his heart beating in his chest, Aubrey told his bride quietly; “You have to drink it, Ro. For our marriage. How are you to be my bride if you cannot take my blood?” He looked into their eyes, daring them to find another answer to his question other than the right one; to drink the blood from their lips, suckle it from his chest and his veins. What better than a hunter’s blood to protect the small pale-blood bride.

[infernal-vestige-blog]

Church Bells {Closed}

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

“That’s a shame,” Aubrey said quietly. He meant it, as well. Bloodletting was an ever-present part of his life. As a Hunter, especially. Blood was a very significant part of his existence, and without it...

Taking Ro’s smaller hand in his own, Aubrey pressed the blade firmly into his skin through them, and dragged it down an inch, and then again, and then again, making three slices in his chest. The blade still bit into his flesh, and it still hurt, but it was hardly bothersome to him.

“You’ll have to get used to it.” He slid his fingers through Ro’s hair, pulling them closer to his bare chest.

[infernal-vestige-blog]

Church Bells {Closed}

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey watched as Ro took his hand and pressed a blade to it. They were nervous, that much was obvious. Aubrey almost laughed at the fact that they were nervous of cutting him. “Of course you can. It’s not difficult, Ro.”

It was second nature to him to be able to do this. To be able to cut someone open, even someone who looked normal... looked untainted. He lived like this.

Taking pity on the poor thing, Aubrey unbuttoned his shirt, moving his cravat aside and exposing his chest. One more scar here would make no difference. Moreover, it would look better should they be able to slice each others palms and they would bleed fresh blood, be new wounds. A few hidden secrets di no one any harm.

“Do it here.” He took their hand, guiding it to his breast. 

[infernal-vestige-blog]

Church Bells {Closed}

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey sucked at Ro’s skin, sliding lower and lower, pushing thin layers of fabric aside as he did so. He kissed and sucked at Ro’s cock through their underclothes, leaving bloody mouthprints in his wake.

Leaning up after ensuring that Ro was aroused, Aubrey pressed the knife into Ro’s fingers, looking down at them. “My bride... it’s your turn now.” Their fingers in his hair were tight, and he was more than ready for them to be pulling, grasping and desperate as he fucked his new bride. But certain ceremonies...

Aubrey licked his lips, tasting Ro’s blood on his tongue again.

[infernal-vestige-blog]

Church Bells {Closed}

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey heard the moan, felt the hands balled tight in his clothes. He felt the thrill of it all through his veins, and in his cock. He let himself forget thoughts of the wedding that was about to take place, of the fact that Ro had not locked the door behind themselves, that this was all not what he had planned to do.

But he was in control of the situation. He could stop, pull away, leave the blood to stain the inside of the pretty white gown. That wasn’t what Aubrey wanted anymore.

Aubrey let go of Ro’s throat, pushing the rest of their skirts up, showing the cuts on their stomach. He leaned down, breath catching in his chest only once. He knew what he was doing. Aubrey leaned down and pressed his lips to the wound, kissing it first, as was to be done during the proper wedding ceremony; a cut on the palm, kissed by the lover.

He dragged his tongue over the blood, drinking it in, pressing on the wound, willing more to the surface. He felt their body react to the pain, but he didn’t know if that’s what made them arch, tense, grab. Aubrey sucked at the blood, swallowing and panting hot breath onto their bare skin. He held their hips down knife falling from his hand. His blood roared inside him. His bride. His prey.

[infernal-vestige-blog]

Church Bells {Closed}

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey abruptly pulled his hand away from Ro’s wrist, instead using it to wrap around their throat, pushing their head firmly (but not roughly - he had no intentions of wounding his bride before seeing her walk down the aisle) back against the table. He twisted his hand to force their chin up and to the side, exposing Ro’s neck and shoulder to him.

“You are my prey,” he repeated, feeling the heat of blood in his veins and the rush that came from those words on his tongue. He had never meant them like this before, but they were equally true to every other time he had spoken them.

Leaning down, Aubrey said quietly, “And prey never bites the hunter and gets away with it.” He lowered his mouth to Ro’s collarbone, kissing them passionately first, then dragging his teeth down to their throat and back up. Aubrey reached over and picked up the blood letting blade. “Remember that, my paleblood bride.”

The Hunter reached down and flipped up Ro’s skirts, feeling along their leg for their hip, and then their pelvis. Aubrey pulled at the fabric there, feeling Ro’s cock and their eagerness. Keeping them held by the throat, Aubrey twisted the blade in his hand and pressed it against Ro’s flesh, a few inches above their cock,

“And remember, I am a man of the Church. These things... have ceremony for a reason.” He pressed the blade firmly against Ro’s skin, each iteration of it making a thin slice in their flesh; three red marks which quickly welled with blood.

[infernal-vestige-blog]

Church Bells {Closed}

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey leaned forward, feeling Ro’s legs around his own. Layers of lace and fine cloth fell away, revealing further of Ro’s stockings and underclothes. They were appropriately white and delicate. He doubted they would survive the evening, but they were pleasant to see. He could feel his cock hardening in his breeches, and was curious if Ro could feel it through their own clothing.

The Hunter gave Ro a firm pinch, cupping their breast in his hand. “There’s no reason why you couldn’t see that,” Aubrey growled. “I am a hunter, and right now... my bride is my prey.” He tightened his grip on Ro’s wrist, eyes wandering down from their parted lips to their bared throat.

Grinning, Aubrey leaned in, pressing himself against Ro, pulling them closer. This was certainly a memorable start to their wedding, and there was no truthful way that he could say he wasn’t enjoying himself.

[infernal-vestige-blog]

Church Bells {Closed}

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

“What I am,” Aubrey repeated between Ro’s teeth in his lip and his mouth hard on their own. “Is something wholly different.”

His actions weren’t hurried, but rather intent. Aubrey pushed Ro down on the room’s table, several papers crumpling beneath them. Their skirts were innumerable and flew up as if putting a barrier between his hips and theirs. “As for timing, I am a man of the Church... it is important. And it’s not the word, Ro, it’s the meaning... when I tell the city you’re mine.”

Aubrey’s hands were around their wrists, keeping them down on the table. He noticed the rise and fall of Ro’s chest, rapidly pulling in air and tinged with pink. Their tiny breasts spilled out of the top of the bodice, which he now noticed made them appear much larger than they actually were. He smirked, slipping one hand across his bride’s shoulder and below the hem of their bodice. His thumb brushed over their nipple, and he toyed with it for a moment.

[infernal-vestige-blog]

Church Bells {Closed}

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Aubrey met Ro’s kiss with one of his own. Was this what they had been looking for? A sign that he wanted them? He felt Ro’s hands on him, and placed his own on their small, delicate body. Aubrey ran his hands over their bodice; around their cinched waist and narrow hips.

The Hunter pulled away, leaning into Ro’s neck, kissing them there, though being careful not to leave marks betraying his presence there. “This isn’t the way to know someone,” Aubrey said against their white neck, slender and so easy to snap. The thought came unbidden to his mind.

Aubrey’s fingers curled in Ro’s skirts as he pressed his body against theirs, inhaling the sweet scent of lilies and perfume. Leaning down a little further, he ran his hands across the front of Ro’s dress, where he assumed their cock to be. He wondered if he could find it through the layers of silk. “Is this what you wanted, Ro?” He pulled at the fabric, and not gently. “To be deflowered before you’ve been married? What kind of husband did you want me to be?” His tone was teasing, or perhaps mocking. There was an edge to it, sharper than his humor would cover.