𝕏𝕀 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖

❝ Heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it were a feather. There is strength in her heart, determination in her eyes, and the will to survive resides within her soul. She is you. a warrior, a champion, a fighter, a queen. ❞

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☽ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ☾

❝ There was something ꜰᴇʀᴀʟ about her, for all her neat gown and properly braided hair. She looked like ᴀ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ-ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ and just ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ɢʀᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʙᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ❞

☽ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ☾ ☽ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ ☾ ☽ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ☾ ☽ ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ ☾

❝ 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔪𝔢 ❞

a private, selective, independent, with sporadic activity, and canon divergent roleplay blog for Sonja Corvinus from the Underworld Series (Rise of the Lycans).

Please be advised that this blog may contain triggering content such as violence, gore, horror, sexual themes, and other elements. #tw will generally be used, ask to tag.

please read pages before interacting. written by nikko he/him. 20+ discord available upon request. minors and personals dni!

ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ #wcrstarter

ᴀꜰꜰɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇꜱ @ithring @llosgcariad @halfvampirehalflycan

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@spokenlegacy “I must beg your forgiveness for a rather….personal question I have for you. Curiosity sometimes gets the better of me….” Sonja knows the wine has gotten to her a little, the amount of alcohol required to stagger her as such would incapacitate at least four grown men. Liquid courage, not even vampires were immune to it if they imbibed enough. “The druids magic isn’t something that’s widely known among my people, simply that….it exists and oft is tied to nature. Your magic, how does it work exactly?”

It’s rare for her to be so bold, particularly with her station. But they are away from prying eyes, able to relax and simply act as friends might. A chance to unwind and talk, without fear of judgment or misunderstanding.

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❝ immortality is a slow kind of hunger. ❞ / soldier boy

@retriibutions

It was mild entertainment for the vampiress, to see who was ever brave enough to approach her at establishments. At a quick glance she would seem to be a lone beautiful woman, clad in an emerald dress that clung to her curves invitingly. Anyone that dared walk closer, would soon be subjected to her gaze. Most would flee, balk as the hair on the back of their neck stood up, ancient mortal instinct screaming that they were before a predator. Those who met her gaze directly and still came to sit beside her, she’d be curious enough to engage in conversation. Supes were of no exception, often the rarest to dare come a little closer to her.

“Oh honey, you have no idea.” Sonja laughs before finishing her drink, enjoying the false warmth that the whiskey provided her. She looks him over slowly, allowing herself a moment to appreciate his muscled physique. The vampiress knows who the man is, she finds it rather curious that he appears to be untouched by time. She’d seen the footage when it had first aired, the brief stints of propaganda showing him shrug off bullets and attacks from other so called heroes. Still, she finds herself curious, would his skin be impervious to her bite?

“I wonder what you make of it, this era you woke up in?” Sonja turns to face him fully, propping her elbow on the bar and resting her chin in the palm of her hand. She recognizes the faint look to him, anyone could become battleworn given enough time. “What brings you here, hmn? Looking to forget in the bottom of a bottle, or with someone else?”

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somtimes I think about my ships and all the domestic things I could send for plots/headcanons to my rp partners. Then the devil on my shoulder whispers the song with the lyrics ‘I don’t want the children of another man have the eyes of the girl I can’t forget’ or serenading with chapel roans ‘good luck babe’

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from here . // @ithring

Murtagh understood her, often without words being spoken; a simple thing that has her draw near to press a kiss to his cheek. She was still grateful to the spirits and powers of the world that he had survived and was free. The reshaping of the lands with the war over was at best, precarious. She almost pitied Eragon, the expectation suddenly thrown upon him that he would rebuild the riders. It was really only a matter of time before they were approached and asked to help create the new order of dragon riders, Sonja already had plans in place for bartering in their favour. But for this? For the Dragons to be reborn and as free as they deserved? She’d grant no quarter.

“They will be wild, raised by their parents as hatchlings until they are strong enough to venture out on their own to explore their home.” She agrees her gaze fixed on the nest, on the young lives she could already detect. Burning as bright as stars in the night sky. “If Szé or Thorn decides that in the future, for one or two to go to the elves….we will discuss the implications. For now I…..”

The huntress trails off as she tries to organize her thoughts, she’s tired and wants to simply sit with him and their dragons and celebrate that they’d succeed. They all were alive and free, the future theirs to shape as they pleased. The dragon eggs weren’t the only surprise they’d had of late.

“Is it petty if I were to suggest we say nothing to your brother or Saphira, until they’re hatched?” It’s not that she distrusts them, she distrusts the motives of those they have to answer to. Her thoughts are laid open to him, the fast flicker of thought, memory, and emotion would serve better to explain what she did not know how to translate into the common tongue. She was a warlords daughter still, and could see the grey areas that worried her to draft new conflicts to suffer through.

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@retriibutions

In the fourteenth century Viktor had not only exiled her, but was the cause of her mate and child’s death. Even if she had been permitted to remain in her homeland under the stars and skies that she knew, it held too many bitter memories for her.

Humans liked to gossip, it was how she had learned that another voyage had been made to what was being dubbed ‘the New World’. It amused her to hear the declaration that Spanish ship’s captain claimed to have been the first to discover the continent; she remembered from her youth the tales that the Northmen brought from their last expedition. The son of Erik the Red had sailed past Greenland, finding new lands entirely. She remembered the craftsmanship brought back to Europe from that voyage, she’d never seen such exquisite beadwork before in her life. A new start in a land yet untouched by Viktor was too great for her to resist, and so she’d found herself venturing far north into Var Dohr; then later on a Northman’s longboat sailing their whale road to what they apparently called ‘Newfoundland’. A rather on the nose name.

During her time at sea she’d learnt enough from the Northmen to be able to speak a rudimentary amount of the language of the people that lived there, enough for her to introduce herself and ask some questions. She often wondered if she would ever speak in her mother tongue again, or if fate had declared it would be Norse, scraps of English, and the tribes languages that she’d speak in.

It took her several years to make her way through terrain the new world, to find a place she wished to settle in. She had no need for civilization, despite being of noble blood she knew how to fend for herself and make most things she required. Animals provided her sustenance, Sonja had no reason to subject the mortals to her vampirism to feed herself. She found a home for herself in a forest near the river, four hours ride away from what would become known in the eighteenth century as Clarksdale.

The vampiress enjoyed the quiet, the sweet smelling grass of her new home, the song of the frogs and cicadas that greeted her at dusk when she awoke, and the little insects called fireflies that illuminated the sleepy dusk skies. The only people that were privy to her presence were the local tribes, no European settlers had come to the region until four hundred years after her arrival. By the time the city was well established, she was thought to be a part of local folklore. The witch in the woods, only ever seen at twilight; those who needed help could see her out, but most churchgoing folk knew better than to try to find her and convince her to follow their path. Sonja was nearly a thousand years old, and had no intentions of changing her faith. Accusations of being a pagan or a heathen amused the vampiress when they’d occurred for a short time.

Another hundred years had passed before she had reason to visit the town, wanting to affirm for herself the cause of the stories the Choctaw had told her. Another had come, another like her but not quite the same. This one hunted men, killed mortals and fed upon them. If the newer vampire could not control himself, he would be driven away or perhaps killed. It was laughably easy for her to lure him out, he’d mistaken her for prey. She’d held him aloft by his throat, fangs bared as she snarled a warning at him in Gaelic to control himself and leave the territory. Remmick was a vampire, but not one of her bloodline—perhaps due to him hailing from the Celtic lands.

She’d both surprised him and scared him off, for a time she heard little to indicate his presence; the Choctaw had not visited her home to seek her aid with him again. She’d thought the matter was settled, and returned to her home. Two decades passed by, without a means to want to track the passage of time the ancient vampiress hardly noticed. The news brought to her door had Sonja wishing she’d instead slain Remmick rather than grant him the chance to find balance among the settlers. By the time she’d arrived in clarksdale, the Choctaw’s warning had been too late for her to intervene. The scent of blood and gasoline led fire hung heavy in the air, the news of what happened spread almost as quickly as the fire had.

Sonja bought herself a room at the nearest hotel, then began to search for any surviving vampires. She knew the second they’d entered the bar, she could smell Remmick’s blood in their veins. The vampiress looked over, narrowing her eyes at the figure before her. Interesting, one of the infamous twins. She doesn’t call out, instead she meets his gaze then pointedly looks at the booth across the table she was sitting at. Which of the twins was before her, she didn’t know; but their reputation had reached her enough to know a shrewd business like conversation would serve better than what she’d tried before.

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POV: you’re watching me do historical research for timelines of Sinners and Underworld and my swift descent into madness because of math

[blessyouhawkeye]

gagging you with our red string of fate to shut you up for one fucking second

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@llosgcariad

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❝ i loved you like ruin loves beauty. completely. ❞ / lucian

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“Few women can say that they have met their soulmate. You are mine, just as I am yours.”

There were many that would claim that loving him was her undoing, fools the lot of them. Why would she not love the man who saw her for all that she was? Few would have the patience Lucian bore to handle her stubbornness, he surpassed her father in that aspect; the patience of a wolf and a blacksmith were not to be underestimated. He did not try to gentle her nature, as she did not try to tame his spirit.

There are many times she finds herself envious of the humans that are protected under the Coven, they are more free than she would ever be despite respective roles in society. She was luckier than most that her father had not attempted to secure a marriage arrangement for her, not wishing to subject another to her willful behaviour.

Not unless it would grant him further power and strength over others, rather than having to share what he already had. Sonja held little illusions that Viktor would approve of her choice, it was more likely she could sway Amelia to her side….perhaps Markus if she was careful.

Sonja closes the distance between them, pulling Lucian close so she can enjoy the feeling of his arms around her. Here is where she felt safest, wrapped in his embrace. She knows the risk of someone questioning why his scent lingered on her skin, but it’s easy enough to skirt the issue and cite that it was from her armour being handled by him. She longs for the day they no longer have to hide.

“Sometimes…I wish we could simply steal away into the night, start our lives over elsewhere. Amelia’s started a fort in the new world; the maps I’ve seen of those lands are immense. Woods taller than ours in the Carpathian Mountains, living giants in the boughs of redwood trees. I would forsake this place without a second thought if it meant we could be free.” She doesn’t voice the obvious dangers, let alone the complication of granting their freedom but forsaking that of the other Lycans. There has to be a solution, she needs there to be.

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"i know how it looks" / michael

@retriibutions ”Is that so?” She drawls while surveying the scene before her. She’d been drawn by curiosity to see what a small group of vampires were hunting; they’d been entirely unaware of her following them. Sonja had deliberately walked along broken glass to alert the young man of her presence, calmly closing the distance between them. She recognizes a few of the fallen, fanatics that followed Viktor’s ideals. She felt nothing for them, as Lucian had once told her he felt nothing for the wolves he slew.

“It looks to me like they tried to ambush you, you acted in self defence. The blame lies with them.” Sonja conducts herself like one would before a cornered wild animal, no sudden movements, a calm tone of voice.

“I do apologize for the welcome party they threw for you.” A quick look over tells her that the wounds he had were superficial at most, nothing to worry over. Selene’s memories served to tell her who she was looking at, she’s careful not to make him anxious. “If you’re finished here, I know of someone that has been trying very hard to find you. It wouldn’t do to keep her waiting, from my understanding you’re the more patient one of the pair.”

The vampiress holds her ground, curious if any of Lucian’s memories had been passed along. If not, it would be a nice change of pace to be anonymous rather than infamous.

[magikborn-movedd-deactivated202]

Eragon  bowed  his  head  in  a  curt  nod.  "It's  a  step  in  the  right  direction."  With  him  acting  as  an  advisor  of  sorts,  he  hoped  to  help  guide  the  land  into  healing.  It  had  seen  too  much  bloodshed  over  the  years,  and  so  had  he.  Dragon  rider  or  not,  he  was  tired  of  fighting  for  his  life.  He  prayed  everything  would  go  smoothly  for  all  their  sakes. "Close  by  Teirm.  Near  the  countryside  but  close  enough  to  the  ocean.  Would  be  a  good  practicing  area  for  young  and  old  riders."  Falling  into  the  ocean  wouldn't  be  an  issue  for  retrieval.  Fewer  injuries  from  what  Saphira  thought.  "It's  an  idea  I  would  back.  If  you  both  join  us,  then  we  can  speak  with  the  others  and  the  council  about  our  plans." Listening  was  a  lesson  he  learned  early  on.  Brom  taught  it  to  him,  as  did  Saphira.  Both  were  wiser  than  he  in  some  ways.  Oh,  how  he  wished  his  father  were  here  to  see  the  land  free.  His  heart  ached.  If  only  he  had  known  Brom  was  related  to  him  the  entire  time.  He  would  have  pressed  him  more  about  his  mother.  Eragon  did  not  know  much  about  her,  and  he  held  no  memory.  Her  sacrifice  did  not  go  in  vain,  and  he  carried  the  weight  of  it. "I  agree,  young  one,"  Saphira  said  with  a  huff  of  smoke.  "It  is  just  as  important  for  them  to  learn  of  their  own  accord."  He  felt  her  snout  nudge  into  him  affectionately.  Lifting  his  hand  from  his  sword,  he  put  a  palm  on  her  snout.  "Me  and  Eragon  have  had  many  talks  of  how  to  prepare  future  riders.  Just  in  case." "For  every  rider,  two  will  be  free."  Voicing  what  he  promised  his  own  dragon,  he  couldn't  help  but  smile.  "If  we  have  it  our  way,  the  wild  dragon  population  will  be  just  as  plentiful."  It  was  both  of  their  wishes.  Eragon  knew  the  price  of  being  a  dragon  rider.  If  he  were  to  fall,  so  would  Saphira.  The  price  was  great,  even  as  he  clashed  against  the  supposed  former  emperor.

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Szélanya listens with her head tilted just so, needing only a moment to mull it over. She only knew the ocean from her rider’s memories, perhaps not as soft as the snow drifts she’d had cushion her falls as a hatchling; water would make for a gentle landing pad for both hatchlings and young bonds to grow accustomed to flight.

“I have not yet flown to the edge of the sea, nor spent much time in cities. If the wild dragons grow tired of proximity to settlements, I will share my den here in the Spine with them.” Their plan was agreeable to her, it’s her rider that had not yet decided. Sonja had grown accustomed to living in the wilds, villagers only knowing her as a huntress to barter for meat or furs from. This would be a return to life similar to her youth, duty and the delegation of politics.

She gives both Saphira and Eragon a long considering look, she can see how this weighs on them. The mark left behind by the war, having to grow quickly into adulthood without having much opportunity to enjoy adolescence. She sees more than dragon rider, his shadeslayer title, and the marks of being a soldier in war. Sonja sees how young he is, younger than any man or woman would be conscripted into her father’s armies of her homeland. By all rights, he was to be family to her, Sonja’s loyalty to her family was therefore owed to him.

“We will join you, and we will help you.” Sonja affirms aloud in the Ancient Language, looking both Eragon and Saphira in the eye as she does so. Szélanya echoes the sentiment with a hum, bowing her head briefly before she decides to be more familiar and gently butts her snout against the side of both Eragon and Saphira’s head—similar to a cat scent marking a member of their colony. A unintentional distraction from her partner's next query.

“I suppose then the question that remains, is how I should address you? Argetlam or shur’tugal is clear for being suitable, but you do count as a brother in law—albeit a young one.” Sonja settles back on her heels to lean against her dragon’s foreleg, mischief dancing in her gaze as she waits calmly for the connections to be made.

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"On your toes, more bodies incoming. They're almost on you."

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”Remind me, did we actually agree to coming here? Or did Pretty Boy distract us enough that we simply followed along?” Sonja drawls, knowing well that they agreed to venture into the remains of Racoon city. Elpis was the reason. Leon thought it was another bio weapon, Sonja did not. She knew enough of the Greek mythos to know of Pandora’s box, to believe it might be a cure for the T-virus. The chances were thin, but she was determined to see it through to the end. The possibility of a normal life with Alice, wherein they could return to normal life, was too great a siren call.

Alice’s warning into the comms has her snap to attention, taking note of the infected that had begun to lumber her way. Surviving infected from the air strike, hardly recognizable as human anymore. She was grateful they were downwind of her, the putrid scent of the undead was strong enough to make her nauseated and dizzy. Her concern was the fresher corpses, BSAA agents by the patches sewn onto their tactical equipment.

Too many elements were at play here for it to be mere coincidence. The last time she’d seen the BSAA show up uninvited was back in Romania. She’s none too fond of the coincidence of their presence alongside the FBI, the Doctor Victor from umbrella, and that of Leon Kennedy and his partner; Only a small number of the big players were absent from the morbid family reunion, either deceased or otherwise occupied.

Her finger tightens on the trigger, the dry fire reminds her that she needs to reload the gun. A smooth flick of her wrist gives testament to years of marksmanship. Sonja completes the task faster than the human eye could follow, only the telling sound whir of the revolvers cylinder and faint tinkling of spent casings upon pavement indicates what had occurred. Her next shot is loaded, lethal, and smoothly executes the infected nearest to her via a clean headshot.

The noise of the gun isn’t ideal, it’ll draw out more just like Alice had warned her. The benefit was it served its purpose to show just what had survived the air strike. The very same air strike that had no documentation of who ordered the missiles be fired, a very curious loss of paperwork. No flight records of any fighter class planes that were airborne, no reports of ordinance than indicated more ammunition had been ordered for an air hanger in the surrounding region. Far too many infected were popping up, far more than there should have been to survive a nuclear warhead. As cover ups went, it was sloppy.

“Are you going to stay up in your snipers nest? Tarantula from hell keeping you off the ground?” She teases between gunshots, partly glad that her lover isn’t down on the ground with her having to look the city’s horrors in the eyes.The BSAA agents still have ahold of their guns and weapons, she has a mind to liberate them of their body armour once they’re dead. The damned spider had managed to destroy what she’d brought with her. Sonja hoped like hell there were no other mutated insects to contend with.

“Any chance you can get ahold of Redfield and ask him what the hell his agents are here for? Make him come clean up the mess and collect the dog tags at least.”

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violet received an ask : “you were the one that made your way to me.”

"Yeah.  Aeron's  busy  putting  his  computer  back  together."  Pulling  something  out  from  behind  her  back,  she  smirked.  Violet  swung  the  HDMI  cord  around  in  her  hands.  The  one  that  went  to  his  desktop  screen.  "I  need  you  to  hide  this,  and  if  you  play  along,  I'll  tell  you  all  his  hiding  spots  in  Call  of  Duty."

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It’s on the tip of her tongue to speak a refusal to get caught in their sibling shenanigans, a habit of hers more than anything else she told them; claims of her being a only child (under sheer technicality) usually was just her stalling for time. But Violet’s offer appeals to her competitive nature for playing Call of Duty with Aeron too much, short of using cheat codes it’s damned hard to get the upper hand with him.

“Hm, you drive a hard bargain.” Sonja drawls as she reaches out and plucks the chord from Violet’s hands. She already has a hiding place in mind, one where he wouldn’t think to check and wouldn’t be immediately obvious it was hidden there. “You know where the car keys are? And do you want me to show you where I put it, or have plausible deniability?”

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PROMPTS FROM CYBERPUNK 2077 (PART 1) *  assorted dialogue from the game, adjust as necessary.

a moment of pain, and you'll be set.

some bastard tried to mug me. i handled it.

do i look like a priest that runs a charity to you?

it's common fucking knowledge.

i sometimes get the impression you forget you aren't from around here.

i'm open to other options.

i'm a man of my word, you know that.

how would i know? why would i care?

it's a hot item, and i know where to find it.

how am i supposed to do this?

well, who do we have here... [name]... long time. didn't know you were around.

no one calls me by my name anymore. almost forgotten how it sounds.

nothing ever changes here. i'd rather hear about you.

as you can see, i'm back. if it'd been better there, wouldn't've left.

maybe it'll all work out for the best.

stop the car.

looks like it's my lucky day.

one more fucking word...

stay outta this. i don't know you.

it seems our conversation has come to a close.

i'm pleased to see you have not forgotten your roots.

who was that?

pull up here. right here. i'll just drop down below.

maybe we can also work together again. take ourselves back two years.

see? we're rich.

get the fuck out.

don't move! you're under arrest!

stay where you are!

you know fuck all about me.

it's a waste of effort. i have no time to testify or play at an investigation.

honestly, for a second there, things looked iffy. wasn't sure we'd worm outta that alive.

eyes and ears open, all right?

elevator. this way.

you want nice, supportive? call a damn helpline.

nice. i couldn't done that better myself.

on your toes. more bodies incoming. they're almost on you.

shit, where the hell's our target?

heard people who live through shit like this get panic attacks.

is that even safe?

look sharp. not done yet.

it can wait. let's just focus on getting home.

so you can be nice when you feel like it.

you get any sleep?

oh, i get it. you wanna get rich off my blood, sweat, and tears.

good to see you, [name]. it's been a while. to what do i owe the pleasure today?

keep your guard up, that's all.

sounds like it could come in handy, then.

we'll work something out.

don't be mean now.

draw your weapon.

i've got this delicate matter. it's why i called you.

i know exactly how that sounds.

if i get a tip about a possible attack, i'll give you a call.

how's your mom?

would you rather live in peace as mr nobody, die dipe, old, and smelling slightly of urine? or go down for all times in a blaze of glory, smelling near like posies, without seeing your thirtieth?

let me hear it. what's the job?

not a sales pitch. it's a warning.

think you can handle it?

so what went wrong?

i like to know everything about the people i work with.

why we meeting here? any particular reason?

you have trouble accepting compliments?

have you known each other long?

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Aeron received an ask : ”You’re being awfully quiet. What did you do?”

"I  didn't  do  shit!"  Okay,  maybe  he  was  being  too  quiet.  Aeron  decided  to  pay  attention  to  how  many  people  in  game  he  was  gunning  down.  "This  newbie  keeps  usin'  cheat  codes."  He  lost  track  of  how  many  times  he  got  knived  suddenly  by  the  player.  "I'm  about  to  ban  him  from  the  server.  Unless  you  have  a  revenge  tactic  I'm  not  aware  of."

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“Now how many times have I heard that particular claim before…..” Sonja laughed into the headset, enjoying the rare opportunity to tease Aeron about his gaming skills. The player was absolutely using cheats, the server rules were clear and they’d be banned. After, they had some fun screwing with them for a bit.

“If you ban them outright, then they’ll just move on to another server. We’re not locked in here with them, they’re locked in with us.” She had her character safe up in her snipers nest, scope trained onto the respawn point. Lying in wait, just to instantly snipe the second the cheater loaded back in.

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“It was easy for those who were not actively fighting the lycans to turn a blind eye to the war,” Selene replies. “They look at the past through rose-colored glasses, only remembering the luxury. Such complacency only increased as time went on.”

Selene slides the clip back into the gun. “For the larger weapons the Death Dealers use, yes. But that is why I use handguns. Very easy to conceal, especially under a coat. Michael likes to call it a miniature armory.”

Selene doesn’t answer Sonja right away, instead turning over the proposition in her mind. “My time on the run with Michael did more than just reach a part of my humanity I thought I’d lost,” she says eventually. “The more I reflected on the past six centuries, the more weary and disillusioned with the clan I became. Viktor lied about so much that I didn’t know what to trust…so I decided not to at all. I doubt the council will have such realizations when they learn the truth, as Viktor never personally betrayed them the way he did with me.” Selene’s expression hardens. “If they can’t change, then they will die with the past.

“As for Lena and David,” she continues as she moves over toward the small nearby armory, “Lena is indifferent on the matter as the Nordic Coven never abided by the old Covenant. I can’t say I know how David will react to your proposition. He is a brave warrior and a capable leader, but his disposition towards the blood feud…” Looking over the various weapons hanging on the wall, Selene shakes her head. “He reminds me of the way I was before I met Michael.”

She picks up an elegant longsword with a rather thick crossguard, before taking a shuriken off its mount and loading it into the firing mechanism. Holding it out for Sonja to take, Selene adds, “either way, you would have my support. I harbor no love in my heart for the council members who signed my death warrant.”

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“Easy to turn a blind eye to things when you don’t face to face them. For some it’s willful ignorance, clinging to old ways for sheer convenience.” Sonja agreed readily, observing Selene and only showing mild skepticism towards the handgun. While she understood and could use weapons of the modern world, the sheer noise that sounded from firing a round irritated her to no end. Longer range rifles that could be suppressed and silenced, were the ones she would willingly handle when forced to.

Otherwise trying to get her to let go of her blades was a battle of wills few dared to brave against her with. If she decided that she would not be moved from a decision, only Lucian had ever been able to coax her. If Michael could access those memories from his sire, then perhaps he’d be able to convince her to be more accommodating towards modern weaponry.

“The war served as Viktor’s smokescreen in more than one way, soldiers were kept too busy to have the time to pause and consider just why they fought. Many nobles or otherwise wealthy compatriots were deliberately brought into the crossfire and deceived, similarly to how you were, in order to further the coffers to afford his war making.” Sonja inclines her head, her gaze distant as she considers the ones she knows of and the assets that would have been pledged at the time. “Playing on greed could actually sway some of them, have them acknowledge the bad investment that Viktor was. It will make allocating funds for the few surviving covens easier if nothing else.”

“David is much like Amelia, if you know what to look for. Thomas did well raising him, for the most part. Lena is as most of the Nordic coven have always been, I doubt you’ll ever have to face argument with her for a group decision so long as your heart is in the right place. As for Michael, he was a doctor, before joining our world. He will always seem gentler on the surface, unless yourself or your daughter is threatened.” Sonja takes the long sword from Selene, the brief adjustment of her grip is a testament to her mastery with blades; within seconds she’d adjusted to the weight of the sword and made her grip firm enough to make it difficult to knock the weapon from her grasp lightly.

Old habits turned to instinct have her reflexively test the blade’s balance and reach, she moves through a short series of drills to familiarize herself with the weapon. It’s not one that was made by her mate, but of adequate make.

“I would permit them a fair trial, it will keep others from assuming I supersede your own authority and prove that it is not out of sheer pettiness or revenge. But a desire for proper justice…..even if a part of me does want to kill them all barehanded for what they cost me.” She shrugs her shoulders then moves towards the sparring ring, curious to test Selene’s skills against her own. Selene favoured a longer range in a fight than she herself did, she planned to bait her into coming close to find out where she excelled and where she lacked for a closer range fight; then fill in the gaps of knowledge with what she knew herself.

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Sookie put herself in an imaginary happy place - bright sunshine illuminating a field of wild flowers. It was a nice, distracting place to be when fangs had poked through her tender skin to get to the fresh, hot blood pumping through her veins. It was a morbid act, no matter how anyone tried to paint it, or even how she tried to paint it. She was doing it for the right reason and didn't regret it for a single second, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Any more taken from her and her head might have started to get woozy, but Sonja was careful. It made Sookie fall that much harder for her.

When she pulled away, Sookie let the vision of flowers go and tried not to focus too hard on how her neck was throbbing. Sonja was caring enough to smear her own blood against the holes and help her heal from them. She didn't let it show on her face that it hurt. Her girlfriend had already been against this from the moment Sookie suggested it. She simply smiled at her vampire and shook her head. ❝ You almost didn't take enough, ❞ she teased her, but maybe she should be lucky for that. Her blood was addicting. The more Sonja could have drunk, the more it might have tested her resistance.

❝ I'm okay, ❞ she promised, setting her hand gently on top of the other woman's and never stopping smiling for a moment. ❝ If you're cooking, then I'm not complainin'. ❞

[wcrstarter]

”I’ll never take a drop more than what’s necessary, you’re too precious to me.” Sonja replied, a flirty edge to her tone to make her statement not seem as dramatic. While she was old enough to have self control, she was careful and chose not to risk endangering her beloved. Over the centuries she only occasionally fell in love, she’d fallen harder for Sookie than she’d had for any other.

“You had a stressful work day, let me spoil you a little. Is there anything you’d like in particular for a meal?” She turned her hand over to lace her fingers together with her girlfriend’s, smiling softly at her in turn, “Just a quick stop to gather the groceries for you, then homeward. I’m sure there were enjoyable parts to your day, I’d like to hear about them.”