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( sandra oh. cisfemale. she/her. heartless & dermot kennedy. ) supposedly EURYALE SEOK is actually a GORGON, but i doubt it. they look like they’re 53, though they act like they’ve been on earth for 1,500 years. i recently saw them at NYPD — i think they’re a FORENSIC ARTIST there. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to STATEN ISLAND by FERRY. ( j. 30. she/her mst. )

#dusk:intro #euryale 2.0

annahydenyc:

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She could feel the atmosphere shift, movement in her peripheral vision as she assumed someone was approaching. It wouldn’t take much to guess who it was, it was their ship she was on after all. The hiss caused Anna’s body tense with a spine tingling shudder as if the sound grated every nerve in her body. It wasn’t fear, but she wasn’t sure exactly what caused the reaction. Ignoring it, and continuing to look ahead at the statue rather shift her gaze to Euryale her head tilts slightly. “That’s not a real wolf is it?”

Euryale thought about toying with the other woman she knew. Making her seem as harmless as could be. However, where was the fun in that? Her eyes illuminated while they turned to stare at the wolf with a devilish smirk that Anna couldn’t see. “What if I told you it was?” She whispered, while one of the serpent slithered and curl around her wrist. “Maybe, maybe not.” Euryale couldn’t hide her amusement, while she observed how Anna would react.

#i/anna #i/euryale

ofpiercex:

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“Aside from Wine, they do have a couple of cocktails that may be up that alley.” he smiles. “Great appetizers too.” he finds a table for them, motions to sit across from euryale. “I like their thai wraps.” he then hands her a menu, there is a selection of all foods. Seafood, beef, pasta.

“I trust you. Pick one of their signature cocktails for me.” Euryale walked beside him still thinking about the comment about appetizers. “Do they have potato skins? Or a fish appetizer?” Either of those sounded good to her, when she sat across from him. The questions starting before she was handed the menu. A laugh left her lips once her fingers wrapped around it and she tugged it towards her. “Guess I should shut up and read the menu, huh?” She snickered while she squinted down to the words below.

#i/euryale #i/dorian

annahydenyc

closed starter @xeurstone location : staten island - euryale’s ship.

Index finger taps lightly against her lip as Anna had found herself aboard a ship. There she stood looking curiously at a statue of a wolf, mild fascination sparkled in her eyes as she admired the likeness of a wolf cast in stone. Was she trespassing? Yes. But Anna was never one for maintaining social boundaries, always making a nuisance of herself, showing up where she wasn’t wanted. She was a little disappointed she’d not been here before now, and although she was certain Euryale would be around here somewhere she didn’t think about the consequences of being caught snooping around, nor did she care.

xeurstone

Some could call her a hoarder or a collector no matter though. The garden of statues that she had created littered all over the boat like an artistic touch, instead of demented trophies of those to feel her wrath. Staten Island felt like a prison to her, but at times she didn’t mind a place where she was able to let the serpents of her hair roam freely. Many of them slithered around freely, and she hadn’t been expecting visitors this day. Turning the corner, she placed the sunglasses over her eyes while the serpents hissed and stroke the air above her head. “Looking for sssomething?” Naturally the word hissed from her lips, and a cruel grin settled across her lips. Euryale thought back to the last visitor on her boat, but she couldn’t remember if they had gotten off.

#i/euryale #i/anna

cianoriley:

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Cian chuckled at the idea of them giving him any updates. He assumed they weren’t too thrilled with his interrogation which is why they were keeping their distance. “No, I’m not part of the group text anymore.” It was a joke, most likely a lame one but he still found it funny. “I don’t think they liked my answers nor do they like the blame getting put on them.” It was all he would dive into his own interrogation, not that he was ashamed of his answers but more so he wanted it to simmer and settle into the council’s stomach. He was tired of playing games and even more playing into the crowd that didn’t want him. “It’s an easy target. I’m sure Rosamine had her enemies just like my father did.”

“Oh really?” Euryale inquired with genuine curiosity. He’s the last person she would have suspected to not be in that sort of knowledge anymore. “They blocked you, you’re saying?” A soft laugh left her lips, but she found this information interesting to her plan. “That’s true.” She mused at his reasoning, “They’d rather flight than fight it should seem.” Hoping to brighten his doubt in the council in that moment. “Rosamie was alive for a long time.” She was much older than Cian’s father, which caused her to have a tight smile. “That’s too bad though.”

#i/cian #i/euryale

ofpiercex:

He chuckles at the other’s response. “I didn’t say anything.” he teases and he moved forward in the direction of the restaurant. “of course.” he states in response to the first drink being on him. he would do anything for a friend. “so what is you preference in drink?”

Euryale chuckles at him with a playful smile. “That’s no fun.” She followed with him and hummed thoughtfully. “I prefer something sweet, but bitter. Any suggestions for what’s on their menu?”

#i/euryale #i/dorian

cianoriley

open // closed for @duskstarts

location // a gun range

Cian’s outlet for his emotions should turn into something more productive than firing off his weapon of choice until he grew tired of holding it. But it doesn’t as this becomes his third time this week spending an hour continuing to fire the next gun. As he walked out the door, a voice stops him from heading over to his car. “The fuck you goin’ on about?”

xeurstone

Most people may have been detoured because of the St Patrick’s Day event, but Euryale saw her foot in. The perfect time to drive a wedge of uncertainty and push her own agenda. Sunglasses over her eyes while the serpents hiss within her ears. Hidden from the mortal eye in the moment. “I said. Are there any updates? Kind of interesting the older families are being targeted isn’t it?” She placed her own gun into its holster on her hip.

#i/euryale #i/cian

ofxlilac

“It’s been a tough day, you look like you could use a drink.” dorian states as he directed a few people to a new place. A food joint that his friend recently opened up, they were needing a few customers. “I got a place, if you’re interested, first drink is on me.” he smiles.

@duskstarts

xeurstone

“Are you trying to say I look my age?” Euryale countered with her face lit up with amusement mixed in with her carefree chuckle. She was curious if there were any leads on the disappearance of Leilana. Wondering if it were a looming threat or if it would be another Rosamie situation. “First drink is on you? Lead the way. I could drink.”

#i/euryale #i/dorian

screamkiing

closed || @xeurstone

location || the docks

here we go again, reed thought to himself as his body was guided by those strange, ancient forces in his blood. he was vaguely aware of where he was, but he wasn’t the one who had brought himself there. the voices called to him, lulled him into following their strict directions. he kept walking along a dock until he reached a boat, seemingly empty, bobbing along on the gray water of the harbor. the voices stopped here, stopped completely as if they had been entrapped in something. reed closed his eyes to try and make out any of their usual cries. nothing. “come on, come on, you were so talkative before,” he whispered to whatever might hear him. “you can’t just leave me hanging like this.” he stood in front of the boat, trying to understand what was so special about it that the spirits (or whatever they were) had led him to it then left him stone cold.

xeurstone

Each stone figure always reminded her of their cries when they were alive. If she wasn’t infuriated with the person she turned to stone, she’d often tend around them like a garden. End their stone existence? Never. Let them suffer being locked into one place. Euryale meandered throughout the ship unknowing that the morose chorus of her garden had reached the ear of someone else. The voices continued to whistle faintly to Reed to coax him further on the boat, however she appeared soon near the boarding area. “Are you looking for something..or someone?” She inquired in an overly sweet tone. Her hair alive in the moment as the dark vipers hissed and struck the air wildly.

#i/reed #i/euryale

natdocx

SANDRA OH as EVE POLASTRI Killing Eve 4x05 “Don’t Get Attached”

#v/euryale

Euryale stared at the summons, nail file in hand while she occasionally glanced to the terror stricken marble humanoid figures that flooded her ship. A new one she had acquired the night in question. Time to call the council’s bluff she decided, Leaning back in her chair she picked out an old scroll, and started to pen a response.

To Whom it May Concern:

If you want your mandatory questions answered so badly - you can come to me. Bring yourselves to Staten Island. You know the one. The one that the council seems to ignore is a prison for other supernatural creatures.

Regards, Euryale of the Gorgons

She waved the paper for one of the shipmates to take to the council building. Illuminated hues stopped and stared at the newest wolf statue a chaotic twinkle in her eye. “I do hope they’ll come. My collection is quite dull now.”

#dusk:plot

sabine-malik

WHERE: O’Riley’s POST plot drop

WITH: Open to anyone ( @duskstarts )

Sabine looked on in both curiosity, and horror, as ferocity bloomed across the bar. Intangible. That was the word that best described her now; unable to be harmed by mere threats of the mortal plane. She knew it to be true and yet somehow, as glasses and bottles shattered between the nervous shouts of patrons, Sab almost convinced herself otherwise. Like there was no way among all of this anger, this rage, this tension, she could walk out of here… safely.

Like death itself had been her little secret.

Burnished pools flickered back and forth between each doorway and entry point in the bar room she was in, soft growls and slamming doors echoing in her ears all around her. “Hey!” Sabine called after a figure shrouded in darkness, the lights up above either switched off, or shattered. “Get out of here–” she’d gasped, surprised by the sheer mass of a looming body closing in on whomever was standing there. “Dear god, MOVE!”

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xeurstone

It took many things to surprise Euryale, and this wasn’t one of those things. She had survived over one thousand years, and she would live to see another day. Once her eyes flickered and she noticed no patrons were able to leave she moved into action. With the serpents help she was able to dislodge a table leg, and use it to try to pierce through the marking on the door. It didn’t budge and that only increased her ire.

The chaos that laid before her fed her fearless nature. Glasses shattered, the shrieks underlying beneath the sound of crunching bones. The color in her eyes faded into a milky pool while her gaze turned to the nearest scream she heard. A hollowness to her eyes until the spark of magic rotated to the front. In this moment things happened that peaked the gorgon’s curiosity. This wasn’t the first time dealing with those whom passed, but she could see the blood, the gore that protruded from the distressed face.

Also her gaze moved to the stone statue now behind the girl. One that had tried to run, and she could feel the serpents uncoil from the nest upon her head. Starving for another dose of mortal woe, however her opaque hues locked onto Sabine with a cruel smile. “You can’t save them all, dear.” The last word spoken with a visible sneer. “Tell me, does this bring back memories for you?” Words bled with an accent that audibly made no sense. A dialect of different regions and places with no sense of home. “You want to help the sheep, girl? Come here.” The wolves were a thorn, and all the other supernatural would prove to be a puncturevine in her side. Euryale had found her entertainment in the form of a ghost.

#i/euryale #i/sabine #body horror tw

ofxenzo

Open starter || O’Riley Tavern - prior to plot drop || @duskstarts

He had been sitting at the bar, music was flowing, everyone was having a good time. Some were a little more tipsy than others. “Oh, of course, you know in Chicago, they dye the river Green. Many people come and gather, festival and all. It’s pretty interesting.” he smiles “I’m sure you have some stories to tell.”

xeurstone

The people around her were having a good time. Some decked out in Irish garb to celebrate. She took a few drinks of the green colored ale with an expression of indifference. “A green river, how quaint. I’m sure that doesn’t pollute the water life or anything.” Humans, those ignorant and wasteful souls. Much better when they were propped up on a boat stuck in stone for eternity. Euryale pursed her lips in thought, she did have plenty of stories of her own. However, she wasn’t easy enough to pour them out without a little wager. “I do have quite a few. But it’s your turn, what did you do in the green river?”