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alright pals folks !! i'm gonna be at @demonwebs . still setting up and stuff, but feel free to follow me there, i'm gonna be moving vhaal to there bc i wanna try to clean up a bit and this blog is a mess <3

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alright pals folks !! i'm gonna be at @demonwebs . still setting up and stuff, but feel free to follow me there, i'm gonna be moving vhaal to there bc i wanna try to clean up a bit and this blog is a mess <3

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alright pals folks !! i'm gonna be at @demonwebs . still setting up and stuff, but feel free to follow me there, i'm gonna be moving vhaal to there bc i wanna try to clean up a bit and this blog is a mess <3

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oh, the urge to move to a new blog sighs

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you'd think orin wouldn't scare him cz 'lolth is the goddess of chaos, drow r chaotic evil right' wrong !! he grew up in a lawful evil society get that away from him

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now , vampires aren't necessarily unheard of in the underdark - it's dark and damp , and you'd assume the perfect breeding ground for night dwellers ; and it is , really , if they can survive the driders , and the drow , and the mind flayers , and the giant spiders ... the list goes on . vhaal'krin , of course , had seldom been allowed to explore , only as little as his escapades would allow it , really . he'd been threatened to be fed to the driders plenty , but never seen a vampire in the flesh . most of his existence was confined behind four walls prior to finishing his training and being rudely dispatched into the the surface world . even if the other had his fangs out , chances are , it would probably still go completely over his pretty little head .

now , what he does know is that he's being toyed with . harmlessly so , as far as he can tell. ❝ mmm ... do you ? ❞ the drow's head tilts slightly , his high ponytail swinging like a pendulum behind his back . ❝ can i keep him ? i ate mine . ❞ it's only partly jest , and he giggles at his own joke , tiny canines flashing under an impish grin .

❝ i thought i heard screaming ... didn't you hear screaming ? ❞ bummer . he hates when he misses out on all the fun ...

@demonwebs asked: “ i thought i just saw you outside… but you're here? ”

he spends much of his time in baldur's gate toying with the living. he and his theatre company act as magicians playing at vampirism, no real danger, but a bag full of tricks to mimic the undead. in reality, his tools were that of any vampire — shapechanging or vanishing in a mist. he had, indeed been outside only moments before, but when he'd noted the figure heading towards the building, he thought he might beat him inside.

while some come to know the truth, others know him as little more than a director of a horror show, a man who collected rare, expensive items and sold them on a whim.

❝ hm? ❞ he asks, tone simulating innocence while he fights the upturn of the corners of his mouth, and hardly bothers to hide the knowing in his red-touched eyes. ❝ perhaps your eyes are playing tricks on you. or i have a twin. ❞ this time, he allows the smile to grow, amusement evident in his voice as he takes a few strides towards the other to close the distance.

❝ were you looking for something? ❞

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Vhaals so jealous that he doesn't want his enemies to have other enemies

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"Stop spreading rumors about me... :("

❝ oh , don't give me the puppy dog eyes ... that's highly unfair . is it technically a rumor if it's true ? ❞

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@silvertiefling @demonwebs @bloodtwin

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tfw you just got to the helm and you're already being called thrall

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❝ what ? mmm ? ❞ he flutters those fair lashes down at the sharran , feigning naivete . ❝ ask ? ... and why would i do such a thing ? ❞ time for his very questionable facts about menzoberranzan and lolthian society nobody knows enough to dispute , he supposes . ❝ you've clearly chosen me . you ... enjoy my company the most , yes ? that is why we spend so much time together ? ❞ he's blinking at her , as if expecting her to nod along . ❝ ... well , back home when a priestess finds a male of her liking , she will just take him for herself . there is seldom a lot of ... asking involved . you like me , yes ? ❞

she's a little shocked by the answer. she does not know what is more shocking, the audacity or the fact that he is keeping the circus alive and well all on his own. "it could not be a secret because it's not the truth. i did not think i had to say this but we are not married." she huffs. "-you did not even ask." the answer would have been no, either way.

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vhaal, have you been telling people we are married...?

❝ i'm sorry , was it supposed to be a secret ? ❞

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a faint , helpless little squeak of surprise squeezes out of his pale throat as he's tugged forth so unceremoniously , the fair arch of his brows descending into a confused frown . he's so ... rough . he's so mean ! just who does he think he is ? grabbing him like that - with those ... large , calloused hands . grasping his jaw to hold him still , steady , like a scrawny rag doll . nobody but the matrons and high priestesses have ever touched him like that , certainly not a lowly drow warrior of ... questionable heritage .

who is he ? awe-struck eyes flutter wide with a vast array of emotions , most which he's not willing to acknowledge , the vibrant swirl of colors glittering inside , like crushed rubies caught beneath the white dollop of his long eyelashes .

with a plush pout protruding , he tries to mumble something , but only sounds come out , fully incoherent ; it sounds a lot like vague grumbling and shallow protests . his cheeks redden from pressure , or - he'll claim it's from his brutish fingers , and the way they've squeezed him too tight , and he'll be in a grave twice over before admitting it's anything other than that .

hold still ?? hold still ??? he will not hold - oh ! oh !! he's being forcibly held still now , is he ? he looks so miffed , sullen like a child as his large fingers stuff the delicate petals into the dewy insides of his mouth . ❝ nhm ngh ... ❞ he grumbles , a bead of blood catching his lip as his reddened cheeks puff out and he bites down hard , almost begrudgingly so , as the drow lets go - to prove some kind of point he's too sure what it is . he's chewing without breaking eye contact , and even though his taste buds and his tongue are none too pleased , he decides his mouth could fill with blood and he would still not stop now .

the demand isn't so beyond anything he's ever heard before, but it grates at him. he belongs to no one, nothing. while he enacts his father's will, his followers do his bidding. not the other way around. this stranger wasn't a follower, but they were as beneath him as all the rest.

“  pampered shit, aren't you? ”

his vision darkens, a hazy static around the edges that threatens to consume him. do it, shove it down his throat and make him choke. xvilnar purses his lips in consideration, eyeing the others' brazenness. it only takes a few strides to be in close enough proximity for him to grab at his jaw; cupping underneath, fingertips squeezing into either sides of his cheeks until they pinken from the pressure, holding his mouth open whether he intended to keep it open or not. he's a delicate thing, it wouldn't take much to snap him in two.

“  i should take your tongue for that. now, hold still, ” despite his threat, he's amused. he might be about to indulge the other of his whim, but he was behind the wheel. the other hand plucks the rose from it's casing; the jab of the flower's thorn against his own finger placates the urge with the withdrawal of his blood which goes unnoticed for the most part. then, he fits each petal of the rose into the stranger's mouth, how they fan out over his tongue and darken with saliva. he pushes the blooming bud in further until a thorn nips by his mouth.

xvilnar's steel grip relents as he leans in, smug. “  put those fangs of yours to good use, and enjoy. ”

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i don't think vhaal'krin ever necessarily enjoyed the act of killing in and of itself (stop booing durge). i think he enjoyed the thrill of the battle, because he likes fighting, it gets his blood pumping, and he loves winning, because it feeds his ego. and with his targets, he enjoyed knowing he was good at his job, the praise and recognition that came with it. death was always a side effect not the cause of his satisfaction. that said, i don't think (most of the time at least) he felt bad about it either.

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"I see no bite marks on me. That should change, don't you think, pet?" ;)

perilous innocence glistens in the shiny marbles of his red eyes . like a child tempted with candy , he can hardly help the urge to reach for it ; the violent hue ignites like a spark , bright and playful , like a cat on the prowl as the slit of his pupils expand like a blotch of dark ink spilled at the center , leaving only a thin sliver of color . ❝ mmm ... how do you taste , harleep ? is your blood hot like the fires of avernus ? ❞ the honeyed lilt feels like goading on his tongue as he leers , finding the curl where neck and shoulder meet , an impish smile etched to his lips . ❝ if i bite hard enough will he feel it too ? ❞ a strangles chortle bobs in his throat as claws climb over the length of the fiend's reddish torso - he jumps on his back , teeth bared and bruising , latching to skin of his neck with enthusiasm , ripping into the flesh .

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idk man, kinda wish sb had a halsin w his og backstory where he unalived isobel & accidentally kickstarted the shadowcurse