death follows your every step.

[wulfhart]

#WULFHART. – a private and low activity blog for @overthevale 's KATTIGAN VALE, set in the world of VAMPIRE: THE MASQUERADE. under heavy construction. lore found here.

THE COTERIE – @sangu1no @nessfang @l1felike @bleedsthrough @bleedingdve

follows back from @sxlivxgant !

[wulfhart]

. . . the 'read' indicator appears. and sits. it takes a long time for the typing bubble to appear on the screen again.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: teor was

. . . the typing bubbles start and stop for a minute or two.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: teor was a different situation. even then, that wasn't on you, it was on me.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: sorry i exploded.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: but i'd rather get mad in the moment so i can apologize later, than find out new information months or years after the fact.

[bleedsthrough]

[ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] i'm sorry [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] again [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] i didn't meant to bring it up [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] that... it was probably on all of us [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] a lot of things could've gone different that night

The thread goes quiet for a moment, then all of the sudden a new message appears...

[ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] i know who killed marienna [deleted message]

... and it's gone in the fraction of a second, only for the "Writing..." notification to take center stage again. It takes several minutes for Occtis to decide what he wants to say and when he does, the messages arrive all at once.

[ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] there is something else i need to tell you [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] but i can't [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] not over messages, at least [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] that would just feel wrong

[wulfhart]

. . . the 'read' indicators are appearing, but automatically, and it's hard to tell whether he's actually reading them or if the screen's just been left open on the thread. one message gets missed. it takes a few minutes before the typing bubles start up again.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: (REPLY: i didn't mean to bring...) it's fine. you were frustrated, i get it

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: (REPLY: a lot of things could...) ha. i'll drink to that

. . . the typing indicator bubbles for a full minute.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: (REPLY: there's something else i...) heard. how urgent? you need me to come?

[bleedsthrough]

[ TXT: @wulfhart ] well…fair enough, i guess. next time tho, why don't you just say that?

[ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] okay [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] fine [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] next time the mission goes sideways and someone almost dies for reasons that are not entirely my fault, i'll just trust you won't get mad at me [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] like you most definitely didn't get mad at me about the teor situation

The "Writing..." notification appears and then it stops after a few seconds. It happens several times before a new message arrives.

[ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] i'm sorry [ TXT : Vale, Kattigan 🐺] that was extremely uncalled for

[wulfhart]

. . . the 'read' indicator appears. and sits. it takes a long time for the typing bubble to appear on the screen again.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: teor was

. . . the typing bubbles start and stop for a minute or two.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: teor was a different situation. even then, that wasn't on you, it was on me.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: sorry i exploded.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: but i'd rather get mad in the moment so i can apologize later, than find out new information months or years after the fact.

[wulfhart]

[TXT] : i didn't say anything because i didn't want to argue. ( @bleedsthrough )

@bleedsthrough

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: well...fair enough, i guess.

[ TO – HAUNTED BOY ]: next time tho, why don't you just say that?

[wulfhart]

[TXT] : can i crash at your place? @sangu1no

@sangu1no

[ TO – JULES VERNE ]: always.

[ TO – JULES VERNE ]: unfortunately.

. . . the typing indicator bubbles for a few seconds.

[ TO – JULES VERNE ]: what is it this time?

. . . after a few minutes pass,

[ TO – JULES VERNE ]: need help gettin here?

[wulfhart]

[TXT] : cheers to bad decisions. @sangu1no

@sangu1no

[ TO – JULES VERNE ]: oh, now, i'll drink to that

[ TO – JULES VERNE ]: what bad decisions are we makin tonight?

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM TEXT MESSAGE PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

[TXT] : answer the question.

[TXT] : you left your jacket here.

[TXT] : ignore that last message.

[TXT] : must be my fault somehow.

[TXT] : this was a bad idea but i'm doing it anyway.

[TXT] : guess i misunderstood the vibe.

[TXT] : i'm only texting you because i'm drunk.

[TXT] : i can't stop thinking about your hands.

[TXT] : you're not gonna believe this..

[TXT] : i'm blushing shut up.

[TXT] : okay wait no don't answer that.

[TXT] : i didn't say anything because i didn't want to argue.

[TXT] : be honest with me.

[TXT] : are you free tonight?

[TXT] : i'll explain later, just call me now!

[TXT] : i like it when you looked at me like that.

[TXT] : i should stop texting before this escalates.

[TXT] : i keep rereading that message.

[TXT] : are you trying to distract me on purpose.

[TXT] : i hate that you were right.

[TXT] : you'd be so proud of me right now and also disappointed.

[TXT] : cheers to bad decisions.

[TXT] : i had a dream about you.

[TXT] : i thought you were coming?

[TXT] : wow that's crazy.

[TXT] : it's whatever honestly.

[TXT] : your stuff is still here.

[TXT] : open the door.

[TXT] : what are you doing right now?

[TXT] : don't screenshot this.

[TXT] : don't make me ask twice.

[TXT] : i'm grabbing coffee, want one?

[TXT] : what are we?

[TXT] : no really it's fine.

[TXT] : you don't have to lie.

[TXT] : i don't feel great.

[TXT] : don't rush i've only been waiting.

[TXT] : i forgot the grocery list.

[TXT] : don't do this over text.

[TXT] : did i do something wrong?

[TXT] : i don't trust myself around you.

[TXT] : running late sorry.

[TXT] : you make it hard to be good.

[TXT] : i told myself i wouldn't text you tonight.

[TXT] : are you mad at me.

[TXT] : please answer me.

[TXT] : i told you not to do that.

[TXT] : can i come over?

[TXT] : i'm outside.

[TXT] : you're being unfair.

[TXT] : that's not an excuse.

[TXT] : can you stay on the phone with me?

[TXT] : are you busy?

[TXT] : please tell me you're okay.

[TXT] : i think i fucked up.

[TXT] : i need to vent.

[TXT] : do you want food?

[TXT] : this is messing with my head.

[TXT] : i should not be imagining this right now.

[TXT] : are you mad at me?

[TXT] : please say something.

[TXT] : can you lie for me?

[TXT] : i found your keys!

[TXT] : i just thought you'd let me know.

[TXT] : i know you're awake.

[TXT] : stay the night.

[TXT] : you look good and you know it.

[TXT] : this reminded me of you!

[TXT] : this conversation is not helping my self control.

[TXT] : i love how you only respond when it's convenient.

[TXT] : i love you and i hate that i love you.

[TXT] : you left me on read.

[TXT] : i cleared my schedule.

[TXT] : i can't keep doing this.

[TXT] : are you alone?

[TXT] : stuck in traffic.

[TXT] : you could've just said no.

[TXT] : i don't want to be alone.

[TXT] : who are you with?

[TXT] : something has to change.

[TXT] : if you were here right now i'd be in serious trouble.

[TXT] : i'm done.

[TXT] : don't tease me.

[TXT] : i'm getting worried.

[TXT] : oh okay i guess we're not talking anymore.

[TXT] : where are you??

[TXT] : i'm thinking about you.

[TXT] : i hate nights like this without you.

[TXT] : can you come get me?

[TXT] : look up.

[TXT] : i trust you.

[TXT] : i need help.

[TXT] : this is flirting right?

[TXT] : i changed my mind about earlier.

[TXT] : it's fine do whatever you want.

[TXT] : it's not what it looked like, okay?

[TXT] : my brain won't shut up about last night.

[TXT] : please come get me before i make worse choices.

[TXT] : that was not funny.

[TXT] : i'm proud of you.

[TXT] : i don't know why i'm telling you this.

[TXT] : i'm sorry, i should've said something sooner

[TXT] : please don't be mad..

[TXT] : are you coming over or just teasing me?

[TXT] : i won't bother you again.

[TXT] : i almost sent this three times.

[TXT] : did you get home safe?

[TXT] : you don't owe me anything clearly.

[TXT] : i miss you.

[TXT] : guess who i just ran into..

[TXT] : i can't sleep.

[TXT] : i need clarity.

[TXT] : tell me to behave.

[TXT] : okay fine you win.

[TXT] : hello?

[TXT] : you did good.

[TXT] : do you miss me?

[TXT] : i'm bored, entertain me.

[TXT] : are you safe??

[TXT] : you're unbelievable.

[TXT] : i shouldn't have said what i said earlier.

[TXT] : i hope you're asleep because this is embarrassing.

[TXT] : don't ever say that again.

[TXT] : are you flirting with me?

[TXT] : you owe me gas money.

[TXT] : stop avoiding me.

[TXT] : call me when you see this!

[TXT] : you still mad?

[TXT] : can we talk in person?

[TXT] : can i crash at your place?

[TXT] : you're going to get me in trouble.

[TXT] : i'm spiraling.

[TXT] : you're doing this on purpose.

[TXT] : okay i'm done texting now.

[TXT] : you look cute.

[TXT] : glad you had fun.

[TXT] : i'm exhausted.

[TXT] : i'm trying to be respectful but you're not helping.

[TXT] : why would you think that was okay??

[TXT] : i want to move on.

[TXT] : thanks for the heads up i guess.

[TXT] : you left your panties here for a reason didn't you.

[TXT] : you know exactly what you're doing.

[TXT] : please don't tell anyone.

[TXT] : remember when we said we wouldn't do this again.

[TXT] : i can't find my shoes.

[TXT] : do you always do this or just to me?

[TXT] : tell me you don't miss me so i can shut up.

[TXT] : you crossed a line.

[TXT] : you up?

[TXT] : you didn't have to do that.

[TXT] : don't get smug.

[TXT] : i'm on my way!

[TXT] : i should not be saying this.

[TXT] : remind me to tell you later.

[TXT] : come over.

[daeneryssansa]

KILLING EVE 1.06, Take Me to the Hole!

[ohisms]

↪ 𝑽𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 . ( a collection of sentence starters from the 2004 film . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )

oh , [ name ] . it's just you .

where are you going to run , [ name ] ?

what are you saying ?

why do you think i brought you here ?

you said you believed in my work .

i would kill myself before helping in such a task .

you've been so kind to me , [ name ] .

you can't kill me , [ name ] .

so , you're the great [ name ] .

we all have our little problems .

let's make it your decision , shall we ?

i wish you a week in hell .

why don't you do something about it ?

this is all a test of faith .

i can curse all i want , dammit .

you . turn around .

strangers don't last long here .

the laws of men mean little to me .

i don't need your help .

you stay here . they're trying to kill me .

nice to see you too , [ name ] .

did i do something to you in a past life ?

i hope you do have a heart , [ name ] . because someday i'd like to drive a stake through it .

your reputation precedes you .

i am hollow ! and i will live ... forever .

please , say you will not try again .

do not fear me ... everybody else fears me .

i was unprepared . it won't happen again .

do you understand forgiveness ?

i would rather die than help you .

don't be boring , everyone who says that always dies .

may he rest in peace .

how long has it been , 300 , 400 years ?

you don't remember , do you ?

what exactly is it i am to be remembering ?

it's no surprise you would know all about me .

we have such history , you and i .

have you ever wondered why you have such horrific nightmares ?

[ name ] , it's alright , i'm taking you home .

what , did you think we haven't tried everything before ?

no one knows how to kill [ name ] .

i could have used that information earlier .

would you like me to refresh your memory a little ?

allow me to ... reintroduce myself .

i think we've overstayed our welcome .

don't give me that look .

you were right . i'm sorry .

monster ? who's the monster here ? i have done nothing wrong !

look , there's still time .

you were right . i'm sorry .

do you have any family , [ name ] ?

if you value your lives , and the lives of your kin , you will kill me .

evil may have created it , may have left its mark on it , but evil does not rule it .

now you know why they call me a murderer .

oh my god ... you've been bitten .

so much trouble ... so much trouble .

now you will become that which you hunted so passionately . may others be as passionate in their hunting of you .

don't worry , god will forgive us .

how many commandments can we break in one day ?

oh my god , you should be terrified .

how does it feel to be a puppet on my string ?

neither of us has ever settled for half .

you make my skin crawl .

i'm not gonna like this , am i ?

one brief moment of pain , and we can be together forever .

you have no heartbeat .

you are nothing but damned bones , and damned souls .

well , that doesn't sound like a good thing .

we don't have a choice . just don't get killed .

you don't understand , it doesn't matter what happens to me .

god is not the only one that can create life .

you can't go until i say you can go , and i say you can go when you're dead !

you're supposed to die .

we are both part of the same great game , [ name ] , we just find ourselves on opposite sides of the board .

you are being used , [ name ] , as was i . but i escaped , so can you .

if you're going to kill someone , kill them . don't stand there talking about it .

all i want is life . the continuation of my kind .

some things are better left forgotten .

[daeneryssansa]

KILLING EVE 2.04, Desperate Times

[wulfhart]

// that's all of 'em! one draft left over, and i'll update the pinned post with lore and such later. i have a meeting to run to right now though. sigh.

[wulfhart]

@sangu1no says . . . " SENDER cleans blood from RECEIVER'S mouth. "

...someone's touching his face. it's the first sensation he's able to feel as the haze begins to dissipate – the first of, what he knows, is soon to be many. YOU LOST IT. AGAIN. shaking his head once, then twice – both to clear it and, hopefully, spook the invader off. it doesn't work, however, the hand returning seconds later.

eventually, the image in his eyes starts to come back into focus. a blurry figure in front of him, peering down, red stained across his fingertips. not from himself – but not from kattigan, either. no, see, that would be from the messy corpse beneath them – blood smeared across kattigan's face. (he can feel it now, the stick–) the black hair of the figure in front of him is all-too-familiar, and he lets out a half-hearted groan as he tries to pull back again.

"alright, 'nough, davinos–"

over julien's shoulder, he can see the familiar glint of yellow eyes: wulferic watching, making sure that he doesn't need to get involved. YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU LOOK DOWN, YOU'LL SEE TWO SETS OF BITE MARKS ON THE BODY. YOU'RE NOT SURE WHETHER TO LAUGH IN TRIUMPH OR LET OUT A SHOUT OF DISGUST. I SUGGEST THE FORMER.

m'fine. get out of here before he sees you.

wulferic's eyes blink once in disgruntled acceptance, then he slinks away, keeping to the shadows. i will wait. good enough.

kattigan takes a slow breath, finally glancing down to survey the damage. a mortal lies nearby, very dead – pieces of them littered across the ground. julien is kneeling nearby, as kattigan sits with his back against a brick wall. visuals are coming back in flashes now – the man's drunken provocations, the rage finally snapping. at least this alley is semi-inconspicuous. his fingernails scrape the ground as he shifts his weight – claws, of course; why couldn't it be something more normal? – then one hand comes up to swipe the back across his mouth. "...he was bein' a dick," he offers in bleak explanation, scowling. his stomach churns, full of vitae he rarely consumes – every muscle still feels like it's trembling, but with rage, nausea, or exhaustion, it's impossible to tell. LIKELY A COMBINATION OF THE THREE. IT'S GOING TO BE A LONG NIGHT.

[nessfang]

@wulfhart whispers: " don’t you know how dangerous this is ? "

" of course i do, i wasn't embraced yesterday. " and yet, she has placed herself directly in the line of fire. some might call it heroic, the way her empathetic nature presses her to help old people cross the street and save childer from burning buildings. but in reality, it is some sick compulsion the beast has to right the wrongness of her embrace, penance for her very existence.

it is this need that compels her to accompany him in her high heels and pantsuit to another baron's territory. a young brujah, one of thjazi's, had talked their way into some trouble and needed a way out and it just so happens that nessa is very good at convincing people to do what she wants. ( a ventrue trait, one she has be honing for years. )

look at how low you've fallen. once a prince, now one of thjazi's errand runners. it would just be easier to rip his throat out and lap up his blood.

the receptionist at the front desk talks quietly into her desk phone, presumably to some lacky of the valley's baron. " just, follow my lead. we'll be in and out in twenty minutes. "

[wulfhart]

he can't help the nasty feeling creeping in his gut. IT'D BE FASTER TO DITCH HER AND TEACH THE BRUJAH A LESSON YOURSELF. politics have never been kattigan's strong suit. one hand raises to scratch at the back of his head, the other attempts to adjust his semi-nice jacket for the umpteenth time. if he'd gone in his typical sleeveless garb, thjazi probably would've given him the final death on the spot.

he sucks in a breath through his nose, trying very hard not to roll his eyes. he almost succeeds. "we better be," he mutters, glancing to either side as they walk in. "i don't like our odds if things go wrong."

wulferic's soft questions press into his mind like a pawprint in dry mud. around the back. look okay?

seems alright. stay on alert.

understood.

kattigan hasn't told the newcomers about his famulus yet – they have enough to worry about as it is, and on top of that, wulferic is usually at his best when he can keep out of sight, anyway. PLUS, SHOULD THINGS EVER GO SIDEWAYS WITH THEM, YOU NEED AT LEAST ONE THING UP YOUR SLEEVE. AT LEAST ONE LEG UP ON THE COMPETITION. FRIENDS CLOSE, ENEMIES CLOSER, AND SECRET WEAPONS CONCEALED.

[sangu1no]

𝓠. “You seem different than you were.” @wulfhart

Julien watches the theatre below, the Hallowed Round, priced crown jewel of the Fangs. A shithole for his standards. He’s reminded of a different theatre, an opera house. Old, red velvet curtains, stained glass windows, marble staircaises a ceiling fresco— a different kind of shithole, that one. He remembers a young man, high on stardom, killing people for their amusement. Because it made them nostalgic and it gave them a fun way to settle petty quarrells and avoid outright war. And he was so happy to do it.

“Don’t be a fool Kat,” he flashed him a grin, wicked as ever. “We’re dead, dead things don’t change.”

Yet under the ambient light glowing from the stage, Julien’s smooth face had an almost healthy rosy color. He was such a lythe, delicate thing, as deceiving of a mask as the vitae flowing through his veins. And underneath it all, a new kind of hollowness.

“You look exactly the same, by the way.” Somehow he managed to make it sound like a double-edged comment.

He took a long sip of the blood bag and made a disgusted face, handing it to Kattigan.

“Why do I get the feeling the grown ups left us out here with a juicebox while they talk.”

[wulfhart]

forearms leaning against the rusty metal balcony, he sends julien a sharp grin of his own on return; half-toothy, half-sarcasm. "yeah, sure," he replies dryly, "you bullshitter." DEAD THINGS CAN CHANGE PLENTY. THEY CAN GO FROM BEING HALF-DEAD TO ALL-DEAD VERY QUICKLY. THEY CAN GO FROM TRUSTING YOU TO STABBING A KNIFE IN YOUR BACK. IT ALL DEPENDS ON WHAT THEY GET OUT OF IT.

with slight effort, he shoves back the sardonic words, accepting the bag from julien with a nod of his head. takes a swig. there's a metallic aftertaste left lingering in his mouth long after he's pulled away, and he tilts his head, staring at it for a moment. "they certainly didn't splurge this week," he mutters, handing it back. not the worst blood he's ever tasted at the round, but not the best by a long shot. and of course, not his typical style.

his ears prick up at the compliment-slash-diss, the tufts of grey fur still poking up through his hair, unable to be completely hidden. not that he'd want to, anyway – they're a part of him, even if they'll disappear in a few hours. "i'll take that to mean splendid," he deadpans back, "so thanks for that, davinos." JUST BECAUSE YOU TAKE IT AS A COMPLIMENT DOESN'T MEAN IT IS ONE. BE CAREFUL OF THE MAN WITH THE SILVER TONGUE.

resisting the urge to roll his eyes, kat lets out a snort. "'cause they did," he drawls, turning to lean back against the railing instead, facing julien as he continues. "can't have the big boys fuckin' shit up in there. needs a steadier hand or something. personally?" he grins again, nudging julien with his hip. "i could've pulled it off. but they stuck me out here to keep an eye on you instead." it's somewhat a joke. somewhat not. ALL THE BEST LIES HAVE A NUGGET OF TRUTH.

[wulfhart]

@l1felike says . . . " OUR MUSES listen to the city settle into night. "

the asphalt feels almost comfortable against his back as he stares up at the sky above them, sprawled out, arms behind his head. all around, the buildings tower – high-up windows in multi-story establishments lit up with warm lighting, neon signs crackling and buzzing with electricity, the hustle and bustle of the city starting to come to life. the sun had set an hour or two ago, a little early for the nightlife of l.a. to kick in until now. like usual, the sky swirls with color, blues and purples and almost every other shade in between.

"y'know, i don't think i'll ever get over that," he murmurs, lost somewhere deep in thought. the ground below him hums as a car drives past somewhere not far away, but out of sight from their current location. "the colors. it's...so much more than it used to be." YOU GOT A GIFT. IF ONLY YOU COULD THANK HER FOR IT.

his eyes snap over to where azune rests, watching him in comfortable silence. "i like to catch the city powerin' up whenever i can. s'kinda nice." REMINDS YOU THAT YOU DON'T FEEL QUITE AS LONELY AS YOU ARE. THERE'S OTHER NIGHTLIFE OUT HERE, PEOPLE THAT ENJOY THE TIME YOU'VE BEEN CHAINED TO. COWARD.

[wulfhart]

@nessfang says . . . " i don't hunt every night. that's how monsters are made. "

he nods seriously, despite his far-off gaze, as if he's looking through the wall in front of him and not at it. YOU'VE SEEN IT BEFORE – AN ELDER GANGREL, BACK IN SEATTLE. HE DIDN'T CARE TO RESTRAIN HIMSELF ANY LONGER; FOUND A FRESH – AND MESSY – KILL EVERY NIGHT. THAT BECAME YOUR FIRST REVEL.

"yeah, well," he replies, offering a half-smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "you know what they say about too much of a good thing." the cigarette falls from his hands, and he stamps it out under his heel. "probably a smart move on your part, yeah?" he blinks, glancing back at her. "we don't need any more monsters 'round here."

[wulfhart]

@sangu1no says . . . " i've killed for less than this. "

"yeah, i'm sure you have." if it wasn't for his tone, the words might've come across as placating. so might the arm around the shoulders. but as kat pulls him close, the pressure is almost more of a headlock than anything else – control it. not now, not here. the sarcasm dripping from his words tops it all off, and kattigan pushes them towards the exit, not letting go even when they hit the streets.

a few feet away is an alley, and the gangrel steers them down it with ease before roughly removing his arm, shoving julien forward a couple inches. coming from anyone else, this would be an attack waiting to happen. but from kattigan, this is a cat grabbing her son by the scruff of the neck, yanking him back from the edge of the couch, from plummeting to his death. WHY STOP HIM? YOU KNOW IT'S WHERE THEY ALL END UP, ANYWAY.

he shakes it off, blinking back at julien – silently standing between him and the mouth of the alley, arms crossed. "walk it off, davinos," he warns lowly, watching the other. "this ain't the time or place. and it definitely ain't the guy." gesturing back towards the bar with his head, "you want a fight, you come at me right here, 'stead of him. but we can't afford to do it in there." MORE CORRECTLY, HE CAN'T AFFORD IT, BUT YOU MIGHT AS WELL PLAY ALONG. "too many ears might get wind."