The Blood King

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Menace

[wolfgangarcturus-blog]

Sooo... imagine Lenny and Mick crashing in a decrepit warehouse and they get woken up by a construction and remodeling crew. Apparently the building got bought by Earth Sky LLC and being turned into luxury condos that are 50% low income. They move on to the next hole up spot and IT HAPPENS AGAIN, same company. Five or so squats later, they finally confront the owners... it's their boyfriends Barry and Ray (yes Micks Ray). The owners of STAR Labs and Palmer Tech care for the pair so much that they kept surreptitiously buying up their hide outs and remodeling them so they had better digs when on the lam. They get confused when the Rogues decamp and essentially chase after them with hot showers and soft beds.

[aorish-deactivated20251222]

Recent discourse reminds me of that cult indoctrination trick that's often used to weed out more difficult marks early on, where they tell you all that you aren't allowed to eat rice on Tuesdays and then if you protest they go "wow SOMEBODY likes rice a little much huh" as if you're the fucking weirdo who cares too much about how much rice is consumed between Monday and Wednesday instead of them.

And this forces you to decide whether your autonomy matters to you more than the approval of the group - while they'll still act like you're on thin ice either way, if you give in at this point they know you're theirs forever, because now they've established a foothold, you've shown a moral weakness, which they will brand you with so it can be used against you in the future ("hey RICE-addict here doesn't want help break into the city records office") to force you to double-down and isolate you further.

And if instead you do decide to push back further, after your abrupt departure from the group ("You're seriously leaving us over RICE?!? Seriously?") and subsequent ostracism, you can then be used as a demonstration to the others who were more pliable, of how the outgroup is full of people like you who are obsessed with violating the No-Tuesday-Rice rule to the point where they'll abandon all their friends, who cared so much for them, so it clearly isn't an arbitrary restriction, you're the kind of monster these rules are intended to protect them from, thus all the other wise and esoteric precepts of the charismatic leader are implied to be equally justified.

[doomhamster]

This isn't just for cults either! Shitty partners, bosses, friends - they all do variants of this where if you kick back the first time they make an unreasonable request, it proves you weren't ever committed since you'd let such a small thing ruin everything. And of course, if it's the third or the tenth unreasonable thing they ask of you, it's SUCH A SMALL THING to be a deal-breaker at this late point in your relationship!

[lierdumoa]

Reminder that the not all cults are religious. A job can be an cult. For example many MLMs are cults. A cult is an abusive organization. It employs the same tactics as an abusive lover or an abusive parent on a larger scale.

Steven Hassan's BITE Model of Authoritarian Control

BITE Model of Authoritarian ControlTM Many think of mind control as an ambiguous, mystical process that is difficult to define. Mind control

[thefloralmenace]

Can we boost this one until it reaches the Oklahoma City Tumblrites? This seems like something this website could rally and solve. Help save all this genetic information? I messaged them to offer to consult with the entymology lab near mine to see if they could store the bugs with us, but they are VERY far away and would have to drive long distance to us.

[thehmn]

A lot of people around me are having kids and every day it becomes more apparent that hitting your children to punish them is insane because literally everything can be a horrible punishment in their eyes if you frame it as such.

Like, one family makes their toddler sit on the stairs for three minutes when he hits his brother or whatever. The stairs are well lit and he can see his family the whole time, he’s just not allowed to get up and leave the stairs or the timer starts over. He fucking hates it just because it’s framed as a punishment.

Another family use a baseball cap. It’s just a plain blue cap with nothing on it. When their toddler needs discipline he gets a timeout on a chair and has to put the cap on. When they’re out and about he just has to wear the cap but it gets the same reaction. Nobody around them can tell he’s being punished because it’s in no way an embarrassing cap, but HE knows and just the threat of having to wear it is enough.

And there isn’t the same contempt afterwards I’ve seen with kids whose parents hit them. One time the kid swung a stick at my dog, his mother immediately made him sit on the stairs, he screamed but stayed put, then he came over to my dog and gently said “Sorry Ellie” and went back to playing like nothing happened, but this time without swinging sticks at the nearby animals.

[objectlessondujour]

The psych nerds found out ages ago that punishments that make the child think for a few minutes (about one minute or year of age until they're tweens) is much more helpful to develope social intelligence and understanding than punishments which prevents thinking, like the ones that involve pain. In fact, corporal punishment encouraged lying, extreme reactions, violent outbursts, go figure, they don't trust you.

[bogleech]

This is all really fucking serious and important and I'm mainly reblogging for that, because this correct mentality needs to be spread around more, but I'm also reblogging because I absolutely lost it at the child who dreads having to wear the normal blue hat of shame.

[ralfmaximus]

UnitedHealth uses AI model with 90% error rate to deny care, lawsuit alleges

For the largest health insurer in the US, AI's error rate is like a feature, not a bug.

UnitedHealthcare, the largest health insurance company in the US, is allegedly using a deeply flawed AI algorithm to override doctors' judgments and wrongfully deny critical health coverage to elderly patients. This has resulted in patients being kicked out of rehabilitation programs and care facilities far too early, forcing them to drain their life savings to obtain needed care that should be covered under their government-funded Medicare Advantage Plan.

It's not just flawed, it's flawed in UnitedHealthcare's favor.

That's not a flaw... that's fraud.

[thexphial]

I work in healthcare, and let me tell you, NO ONE denies care as much, as often or as blatantly badly as UHC. Not a one. It's known in the industry to be one of the worst insurance carriers around. DO NOT sign up for UHC this or any other open enrollment period. (I work in rehab and the things they deny are basic and hugely important to quality of life)

[thexphial]

I'm reblogging this again because I realized that I didn't include something important. If you have a plan with UHC (or any carrier, honestly) and you are denied something that you and your care team believe you need, ask your doctor to ask for a "peer to peer" review. This is a process in which the doctor speaks to another doctor in the company. It cannot be handled by AI and cannot be just denied without review by an actual doctor. Peer to peer!

[possumsinatrenchcoat]

Reblog to give the person you reblogged it from the energy to do one (1) chore or maybe many

[low-selfesteem-and-god-complex]

*crying and shaking* please reblog from me, please i beg of you

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He nearly groaned in relief as his jeans opened, the pressure released. As he arched his back enough to be able to pull impatiently at his shirt, his hips ground against the soft fabric between her thighs. He quickly pulled the tunic up to his throat and only broke the kiss long enough to get it over his head and send it flying. Those sharp nails raising pale stripes on his skin, pain mixing with the pleasure of the heat of her flesh against his, her hot breath filling his lungs. His nostrils flared, inhaling the scent of her. Sucking on her jaw, he slowly moved down her neck to where it joined her shoulder.

His fingers curled under one strap of her brassiere, gently tugging it over her shoulder as he followed its path with his lips then moved to lick along her collarbone as the other strap was tugged down to rest on her bicep. Nimble fingertips pinched buttons and the black lace fabric opened. He kissed and raked his teeth on the sensitive skin between the curves of her dark flesh.

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Her pulse beat against his lips and he nearly whimpered at the absolute need twisting his belly. He knew what flowed just bare millimeters beneath the hot skin. And she offered it to him unconditionally, with absolute trust that he wouldn’t take more than she could handle. Soft fabric rasping against rougher, his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. Her sweet scent washes over him, causing his belly to tighten as he fights to keep from bucking up against her.

The sound of her need, his toes curl in his worn boots, fingers slide under the hem of her bunched skirt to splay on the thin cloth covering her warm, round flesh. As she leaned back, taunting him with dark eyes, flushed cheeks, he groaned at the loss of the taste of her under his lips but was distracted by the blouse rising, exposing her beautiful skin, laying it bare before him.

Must... want... need.

Wolfgang lifted her up as he stood, taking advantage of her surprise to lick up one side of her neck with a hungry growl. Keeping her aloft with one arm, he swept the piles of paper off his desk to scatter on the floor with the other. He leaned over, cupping her head as he laid her out on the worn wood desk.

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Blades of Glory//Closed Noah & Wolfgang

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noah-the-strong‌:

“No Clue” Noah replied with an amused look on his face and a shrug of his shoulders. “It definitely wouldn’t have been easy for them though. I’m not a go quietly kind of guy.” Not to mention, it would have taken more than just two vampires of even Wolf’s caliber to have finished him off. Although, admittedly, he hadn’t been completely spared from the teeth of a vampire. But that was long before coming here and back when he was more reckless and cocky than he had been now.

Noah had only just gotten to know some of the intrigues of these ‘courts’. If he was going to be more involved in a familial sense with Reg and those Wolf and his family; he’d have to learn at least some of it. But the Upyr looking him over for challenges due to his bout with wolf hadn’t been much of s surprise to him once he thought about it. “Well, they probably want an easier means of testing themselves. I don’t have the protections you do as king and I was able to nearly win. Easier to use me to test themselves than come at you directly.”

Once Wolf had cleared the way Noah began to walk in the direction it seemed like he wanted to guide him. As he spoke of Reg, Noah let a smile cross over his face as he let out a chuckle. “Kind of reminds me of me when I was little. If I wasn’t wondering off and climbing things, I was trying to build random things. Putting others together and seeing if they’d work. At least, until I got old enough to carry a dagger without struggling.” After that well…. it was nothing but minimal playing and a lot of training. He didn’t hate it exactly but he knew what it meant he missed out on ever since seeing the kids here. “It’s not really my field anymore but I suppose if he ever needs help with it I can assist if he wants. Pretty sure at the very least, my power and be the 'wind’ he needs to test things.”

"It was more of a rhetorical question... and if anyone would have needed to answer, it would have been my misguided hunters." He snorted and rolled his hand. "We've already seen that you could probably take them even if they did go full power against you. I'm just glad they respected the law enough not to try and feed on you... though I suspect Caleb wouldn't have been overly concerned if a little blood spilt during the fight." They reached the entrance to the large throne room he turned right and continued down the hall to his private office.

"Protections? Other than the guards on the manor, I routinely wander the city by myself and everyone knows they can challenge me in the pit." He frowned slightly then shook his head as the walked deeper in, passing by tattered movie posters pinned carefully to the walls.. "More like they don't want to lose face by losing to me in a public setting." It doesn't even cross his mind to offer bodyguards, it would have been the height of insult. He sauntered into the room and perched on the edge of an old scarred up desk.

One wall of the room was dominated by a large fireplace, weapons hung from hooks to the left and right of the stained bricks. An overstuffed couch sat in front it, books stacked haphazardly on a table beside it. A large map of Europe hung behind the desk with neat piles of weapons on the floor underneath it as if they’d been taken down to make room for it. Oddly enough, one blade was embedded in the wall next to it, nearly to the hilt.  Next to it, there was a set of shelves filled with smaller trophies; knifes and daggers, a small, ornate set of flensing tools, and an odd collection of jewelry. On the far side of the room, a set of doors lead out into Sanctuary and set of stairs lead down to the dark below.

He scratched under his chin. “Hm, I know he is probably going to look into forming a construction crew for the prototype. With Anton busy trying to ensure that our district gets priority for repairs... the damn days getting longer is making it a little more difficult for some of us that are still in shared housing...” His head tilted and he rubbed his hand on his thigh. “...I might be able to persuade him to take you on, give him a chance to get to know you as a citizen with skills.”

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Wolfgang movement was sudden. Before she knew it, he had scooped her from her seat and sat down in her stead whilst holding her in his arms. Her heart raced as his lips grazed her own, the feel of his fangs almost driving her to beg for what she craved for. A moment longer and she would have given in, let go of her insistent teasing and offered him the blood he so clearly yearned for. Given in to her own desires for his touch..

One moment, he was teasing her with chilled lips, the next he had her flipped upon his lap. The sharp sting of his hand connecting to her rump - once, twice - with resounding smacks made a startled gasp escape from her lips. She gave him an over the shoulder look of complete incredulity at the action. Her mind had to catch up and come to terms with what he had done, but her body…. her body was humming with delight at the unexpected touch. She actually had to hold back from wiggling in his grasp.

Oh no, he is not getting that satisfaction…

Her incredulous gaze slipped into a wicked grin before shifted herself, sitting back up. He was clearly punishing her for her antics at the marketplace. She placed both knees on either side of his hips, rested upon the chair as she clucked her tongue in feigned disapproval. She leisurely rested her arms on his shoulders as she straddled his lap, allowing her loose fitting skirt to ride upwards as she did. She leaned forward, flicking her tongue out to lightly skim his lips. His extended fangs grazing along it as she did only causing her lower abdomen to tighten deliciously. She grinned as she moved her lips along his jawline until they were close to his ear. ‘’Punish me all you want..’’ she purred. ‘’You know I’ll make you regret it..’’ she captured his earlobe between her teeth, gently tugging at it before releasing with a wicked grin.

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He groaned at the heat radiating out from her everywhere her body touched his, the top of his thighs, his shoulders, that sweet tongue grazing his chapped lips. His teeth ached to pierce the taunting flesh. Her hot breath on his ear sent a shiver through his skin. He had to touch. He slid his hands to rest on the swell of her cheeks, fingers splayed on the curves then curl, bunching the soft skirt fabric in loose fists.

The curve of where her long, smooth neck met strong shoulder was bare inches away from his hungry mouth. He grinned mischievously as he tilted his head down a little and raked fangs over dark skin, not enough to pierce but enough to raise twin welts. His belly jumped as he felt her pulse quicken. His body responded to the shape of her pressed against him, rising to show her how much he craved her skin against his.

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notsowickedheather‌:

“See I don’t get that, why wouldn’t they just accept the defeat and try to get better?  There’s nothing wrong with failure,”  Heather said matter of factly.  They never understood what others saw in having a big ego to the point of stubbornness.  “Oh that definitely sounds like Ayanna.  She knows how to show what’s best for the common good.”  Heather smiled knowingly.  “I think you’re right, she definitely would still try to protect those that need the protecting.  I don’t see that ever changing.”

Their attention was even more piqued at the talk of the rare plant.  It was something they have never seen before, and the idea of helping grow it was very convincing.  “Oh that sounds beautiful! I could definitely do that, no problem.”  Heather was already starting to mentally try to map out strategies: how to transport the plants, what else could be grown, who could help.  There were so many things to plan out and Heather was honestly excited to get started on this project.  Their eyes lit up at the talk of a map.  “No way! That is so cool!  And it could definitely help with both this and the farm.  How old do you think it is?”

“The smart ones learn to get up and the best fighters seek out their betters and train with them, end up King.” He barked out a soft laugh. The ones who don’t face the sun but he wasn’t about to scare them with the darker aspects of his kind, not when he had them coaxed close to his fingers... not that he was going snap his hand closed over them, more like slowly convince them that Nadya would be safe with him. Besides, once he took Nadya into his life, he was obligated to take on her kin, like any treaty between clans that included mutual defense.

The way their face lit up with the idea of the... what should I call it?... It looked like one of the plants illustrated in the book called Dragon fruit but it glowed and had dark red meat. “I can provide all the heavy lifting if you’ll trust my hunters to guard and assist and I’m sure Reg would love to assist in any construction or watering schemes that you come up with.” He rubbed his head and twisted his lips as he thought for a moment. “Considering the map was printed and not hand drawn... pretty old. Think of it as a gift for taking the job on. I have a larger, more general map of the entirety of old Europe on the wall of my study if you need more context for city names and such.”

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Blades of Glory//Closed Noah & Wolfgang

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noah-the-strong‌: 

Noah listened to the king as he spoke. All the while he was trying to keep his face as blank as possible. However, slowly, he was losing that battle as a smirk begun to form the more and more Wolf went on.  "Mostly right. Just left out the part where they thought they were mumbling low enough. That I wouldn’t hear the part on how I probably wouldn’t be much without my powers and they might be able to move faster than I could use them.“ In truth… that was one of those ‘yes and no’ type situations. Yes, his body naturally wasn’t fast enough to react to a vampire moving at their special rate of speed. No because, while he did use his hand to focus his powers easier; he didn’t need to do that. It was just a reflex but he could think faster than they could move and he didn’t need to give it away by moving his hand or head.

"There was a bit fun though. I mean… Caleb?” He tilted his head in the direction of the male vampire to confirm he heard the name right before speaking again. “He did lunge at me. He got a bit surprised when I threw his arm back with my arm and then blasted him against the wall with my other. Yuna well, She likes to shift her weight before he goes into action so seeing that, well, you see what happened.” His smirk grew a bit wider as he explained the situation. However, hearing the other’s request, Noah slowly started to lower his hand which caused them to lower at the same rate. Once they were mere inches from the ground, he closed his hand and let it drop releasing his hold on them so they could once again move.

“Sounds fair, but you’d be surprised how many have already tried to measure up after that bout. Not just vampires either. But…. I kind of have things to settle with the king.” He openly smiled at Wolf letting it last a few seconds before taking a breath. “So, I’m I invited in and is…. he around?”

“I’m curious to know what exactly they planned to do with you if they had actually caught you... since you were here to see me and I’d have been mighty curious if my...” He sucked his lips and paused for a moment. “... grandson disappeared or I smelled his blood on their lips.” He shook his head then arched a brow at the very precise breakdown of exactly where his guards weaknesses and tells were. “It looks like you need to take them to the pit to break them of those particular habits.”

His eyes widened as he heard that others were openly challenging him then narrowed at the thought that upyr might be attempting to gauge their strength against Noah rather than come at Wolfgang directly. “I find that amusing when they can just come here and challenge me, inside or outside the pit but that is neither here nor there...” He half-turned and gestured down the hall between the two silent guards. “... and if you must know...” He frowned at the vampires. “He is here to claim the prize he won in the pit for putting me on the ground, if only for a moment, not planning an unsanctioned payback.”

He fell into step beside the wicked as he passed between the pair, one set of glaring eyes through tangled braids and one set of blue eyes coolly appraising the shorter male. “Yeah, he’s in his workshop trying to puzzle out something to do with powering up the water pumping facility... he found a book on harnessing air and water movement... I don’t really understand it.” He shrugs then gestures to a set of closed doors as they passed them. “He might come out before dawn or not.” The brunette smiled softly as he remembered the days where he’d go in there and find Reg slumped over a worktable asleep, fingers still clutching a tool.

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ailes-de-fleurs‌:

A Word Of Caution | Wolfgang & Ayanna (. @wolfgangarcturus.)

Restless feet traced a track in the sand, pacing from one side to the other. She had sent the Blood King a message, in her personal capacity, to request a meeting with him at the shores of the lake. Now, closer to the tree line, all Ayanna had to do was wait. However, the restless energy made it impossible for her to calmly sit in one place. 

His brow had furrowed when he saw the name on the sealed message. It wasn’t from the keeper in her stead as the leader of her people but from her as one private citizen to another. While they had an informal, nearly friendly relationship, he couldn’t recall her ever sending him a message like this. She would just simply drop in when she knew he was at his desk or they’d chat for a moment here or there if they ran into each other in the night market.

Raking his teeth over his lips, he broke the seal and scanned the handful of words neatly printed on the recycled paper. His frown deepened when he realized it only contained a request for him to meet her at the lake… tonight. His mind wandered back to her sideways attention to Nadyas unexplained presence in his office. Huffing softly, he drummed his fingers on the worn wood of his desk for a moment.

Fuck it.

He pushed to his feet and snatched up his cloak from the coat stand and stomped out into the cool night air. Relishing the chance to be alone, if only for a moment, he let go of the human mask that he wore to soothe the citizens of Sanctuary. His lips curled up and eyes darkened, the dark shadows between the trees suddenly pale and little bright stars of warm animals scurrying about flare as his vision shifts spectrums. With a happy grunt, his legs pump at superhuman speed, bunch as he launched himself at the thick, sturdy branches overhead. He joyously leaps from tree to tree until he could see the moonlight flickering on the water between the leaves.

His mood sobered and he dropped to the cooling earth before emerging from the forest. He smelled the presence of the keeper, the particular herbal soap she preferred and the smell of ink always staining her fingertips, before he saw the warm shape pacing along the water’s edge. Rather than startle her, he stepped heavily onto the sandy beach, the crunching sure to draw her attention. “Hello, Ayanna… beautiful night, isn’t it?”

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ailes-de-fleurs‌:

So, the Blood King was going to pretend like nothing was amiss. Okay, well, Ayanna could play along. She chuckled, “The ever efficient and diligent Kellen.” Though she was indulging Wolfgang, she didn’t lose sight of Nadya from her peripheral vision. The discomfort was clear on the young human’s features. There was something bigger at play, which Ayanna planned on figuring out soon.

The Keeper shook her head, when Wolfgang looked at her for confirmation - about the nature of the discussion - while addressing Nadya. Him offering Nadya a seat there while the two discussed work matters, only added to Ayanna’s suspicions. Ayanna glanced at Nadya, briefly, before turning her attention back to the man she had come to have a discussion with.

“Yes… about the rations… Anton informed me that the eastern corner of the basement in the Town Hall is not in the best condition. I’m worried that it might cave in. He said that the construction team would need about a week to fix that portion. So, that presents us with storage problems for the blood.” While the blonde sounded all professional and focused on the discussion at hand, she didn’t forget that Nadya was still present in the room.

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Nadya gave Wolfgang a tight lipped smile before returning to the couch where she’d first been seated. She could feel the tension in the air, feel Ayanna’s stare burrowing into her skin even as she stepped aside to let them speak. She inwardly cursed herself for not locking the office doors after Reg had left, but how could she have known the Keeper would walk in at that exact moment? Wolfgang was playing it off as not a big deal, but she knew Ayanna well enough to know she wouldn’t easily let things slide. She was relentless when it came to unsolved mysteries. She dropped down on the couch a little tensely and could instantly notice Ayanna’s gaze flitting in her direction. Shit.

She willed her body to relax, assuring herself that Wolfgang would handle it as she picked up the book she’d swiped from Reg’s library and started turning through the pages as casually as she could. There was no need to panic yet. There was absolutely nothing Ayanna knew or could accuse them of from just her presence, which meant nothing was amiss. She did her best to appear aloof about their conversation, but in truth she was listening to every word.

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The vampire watched as Ayanna pretended to dismiss the brunettes presence while very subtly shifting on her feet to keep her in her field of view. He had to keep himself from snorting at her concern. Did she think that Nadya would suddenly leap up off the overstuffed cushions and attack her? When she continued and brought up the damage to the old building and its impact on his peoples sole legitimate source of nourishment, his amusement vanished.

His brow furrowed and lips curved into a frown. “So the current supply is in danger and probably should be moved to another cool location. There are only a few buildings large enough to have a proper basement.” He rubbed his chin as he contemplated. “I’d prefer it to not be in the upyr district. While I’m sure that the queen would be more than accommodating, she can’t guarantee that one of her people wouldn’t take advantage of the situation in one way or another.”

He glanced down at the scarred wooden floor, recalling how cool the basement remained, even at the height of summer. There was more than enough room but then he and Reg and Nadya would lose their precious privacy, at least for as long as the repair process took. Their sweet flower would have to move back to her home in the human district or risk getting caught by the humans who tended the blood supply. Plus, it would mean no fire in the fireplace and he wouldn’t subject her to the harsh cold. He sighed heavily and looked up at the keeper, deliberately avoiding his lovers eyes as he opened his mouth. “If you’d trust me and my hunters, there is more than enough cool, dark space in my quarters below. We only use half of it for a bedroom.”

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Nadya had him worked up in the most delicious way and she knew it. It didn’t take an overly keen eye for her to see that he was watching her as if she were the last meal he would ever get to feast on. Not that she herself wasn’t effected by their tiny back in forth. The intense gazes Wolfgang threw her way were enough to make her entire world unsteady. Her skin felt sensitive and yearned to feel his touch, feel the sharp sting as he pierced soft flesh…

Hmmm..

Her hand tightened around the strap of her bag at the mere thought and she shortly questioned her own resolve to continue this little tease. She glanced back at the tall form following behind her, sauntering with the hubris of a true Adonis. She couldn’t help but wonder just how bad it would be if she dragged him in between some homes in his district and gave him, and herself, exactly what they needed.

It would be bad, but would feel so good…

Her heartbeat drummed against her skin as they reached the manor, having passed from the back of the building. Nadya hardly recalled having heard the usual ruckus from the pit, but she’d been occupied with keeping her wits about her as she stepped into the alleyway leading to Wolfgang’s office.

The moment she entered, she instantly walked over to the main doors to his private chambers, turning the lock on them with a swift flick of her wrist. She threw Wolfgang a playful over the shoulder grin as he entered the office after her. ‘’So… where to start?’’ she drawled as she dropped her supply bag beside the door. She leisurely strutted over to his desk, taking a seat in his chair with one leg crossed over the other. ‘’Discuss the portrait project perhaps?’’ she teased, a saucy smirk plastered to her lips.

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He stood absolutely still for a long moment, only his darkened eyes watching her careful insolence as she took his chair. The bucket fell from his fingers gracelessly, hit the floor and spilled their contents over the moth eaten rug under his feet. The whole of his body craved her, veins sung for her blood, fingers for the warmth of her skin. His tongue darted out from between sharp teeth to moisten lips.

  She was a feast to be savored, every inch of her to be sampled… tasted… but first… He lunged forward and scooped her up from the chair, holding her against his chest, then, with a wild grin, he dropped down and took the self-same seat. Leaning forward, he ghosts his lips over hers, grazing his fangs on her plush lips, teasing her.

  He could feel her breath hitch, her heart pound, as he tempted her with exactly what she had been begging for. Little brat is going to pay. His smile turned positively evil as he shifted his grip. In an instant, he flipped her over his thighs, her belly pressed against his worn jeans. He curved his hand and swatted her checks, one-two.

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In the Darkest of Times

Would it be strange for one of my kind to say the dawn? Yeah, the night sky is the most beautiful... the chase of hot prey through tangled woods... the smell of fear in their blood, their skin radiating like miniature suns as they flee before you, hoping beyond hope that they can escape you. That may be forbidden now, by my own hand... at least within the confines of the city itself... but the rising sun... lips curve up into a secret smile... it brings a joy unmatched by the final pounce on a skilled and elusive human.

For me, if only for the long breath of a single human life, I have the sun and moon at my side. Whether it is in my office, Nadya and Reg curled on the couch before a roaring fire, trading slow kisses between pages of old forgotten books as I deal with the detritus of rule scattered in neat piles on my worn and scarred desk, or in our private chambers below, Reg and I indolently exploring with cool hands when a radiant star descends to blind us with her heat.

Only this place, this Sanctuary, could have provided such a thing... an opportunity... to be the grateful supplicant before the cool ardor of my blood born and the sly wickedness of my breath of life.