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[sits down at the head of a massive oval table and folds my hands professionally] hello everyone. blood is bone tea

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torstensigurdottir:

“I fear nothing. Married isn’t something I aspire to be.”  Most women would haven’t been able to keep their cool with his disrespect. Ironically, that made Torsten respect her even more. He didn’t know what she did but she had to be in a job where she dealt with men a lot bigger than her. He thought about it for a few moments but there were too many possibilities. A grin spread across his lips, when he decided she wasn’t that bad. “I think my mother would’ve had folded in a heart beat. But I had to get my looks from somewhere.” He replied with a million dollar smile. He knew what she was doing, but he wasn’t going to walk away. The fangs did nothing but excite him. “I not going anywhere.”

As she’d guessed, the rugged fae had more guts than half the entire Vampire Court combined. “You’ve got nerve, kid, I’ll give you that,” Kaya replied, aware that the bar patrons around them had slowed to a stand-still, watching the pair of supernatural beings squaring off in their midst. The air was charged with the kind of electric tension that only ever precedes a fight; she could feel it crawling up her spine and into her bloodstream, making her slowed heart beat faster. “I’ll be sure to tell your mother you died bravely when I take you back to her in pieces.” Without warning, she brought her fist up toward that cocksure grin, intent on wiping it off his face regardless of consequences.

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torstensigurdottir:

Torsten briefly glanced at the women before closing his eyes. Even though he respected the women’s courage but he wasn’t about to buy a drink. He waited until she was done speaking before lifting his left hand up. Three of his fingers wore rings, his ring and thumb were bare. He turned his hand so she could see the back of it.  “No ring.” He said calmly. “I don’t know where you’re from but only the wife of a man can nag him.” His eyes darted at her. “Now listen rose petal, my momma didn’t teach no manners. If you think I’m above of teaching you a lesson, let me tell you, I’m not.” He leaned in a closer. “Now be a good wench and get me more ale.”

The Fox was not usually one for trading words in crowded bars. She liked her confrontations to happen in dark alleys or dimly-lit hallways, perfect places for a quiet scuffle she could slip away from without anyone being the wiser. But the punk before her had a spine of steel and no intention of backing down. Color her impressed, and also more than a little annoyed. “Really? You learn something new every day. Most men I know are too scared of women to marry them. Maybe they’ve been nagged into submission? Who’s to say?” Her grin remained in place, even as the faerie leaned in, pushing into her personal space and setting her hunter instincts on high alert. “See, now I’m conflicted. On the one hand, your mother didn’t teach you not to spill drinks on people. On the other, she didn’t teach you not to fight women. She sounds like my kind of gal. If only she was here now, I’d let her teach me a few lessons, especially if she’s as pretty as you.” She threw a wink up at him, and leaned in closer herself, a biting edge to her voice as her fangs slid out, ready for a fight. “Pull up your big boy pants and get it yourself, kid. Good excuse to walk away from this.”

[kvyvs]

ok yes i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly

[kvyvs]

Closer (2004) dir. Mike Nichols

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if you could only kill one person for the rest of your life, who would you choose and why?

“One person over and over again? Ooh, naughty, I love it. Hmm… why not, let’s go with Kai. He managed to cheat death from me once already, I bet the big bastard can tolerate dying repeatedly. Unless you mean I only get to kill one more person… in which case, myself. An immortal life without killing other people is not a life I want to keep living, plain and simple.”

@ikaiaraharuh

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whose your hall pass?

"The better question is, who isn’t? And the answer there is any human or werewolf. Anyone else is fair game, sweetcheeks.”

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🖤

For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

"Depends on who you are, my mysterious friend. All vampires know they’re welcome at Hollowridge any time for whatever tickles their fancy. I’ll always show them a good time. Are you a faerie or a fish-person? Because then I might just have you in my bed for a night and send you off out the door with a spank the next morning. Are you a human or a werewolf? Then you don’t want to know what I would do with you.”

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would you admit it if you made any mistakes?

“Depends on the mistake and who’s affected by it. Generally, though? Probably not. If it was severe enough, I’m not above planting evidence to make sure someone else takes the blame.”

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My last two brain cells

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This was one of Kaya’s favorite places to go for information. Since Isra had been busy of late, it was down to her to do some digging into what rumors were currently circulating through Candoris’ seedy underbelly. That meant mingling with the kind of lowlifes that frequented this bar, and their terrible manners, but what was the point of being a vampire if she couldn’t deal with a few thugs? So when a tall fae bumped into her and kept on walking to his seat to drink, she very nearly let it slide off her. That is, until she noticed that some of his drink had sloshed onto her sleeve. And that, she wasn’t content to let slide. “I think it’s pretty good,” Kaya replied with a wild grin as the man faced her. “You might not have noticed, but you spilled some of your drink on me. Now, I don’t know where you’re from, but that’s not particularly polite. Easy fix, though: you buy me a drink, and we’ll forget it ever happened.”

Torsten was on the prowl. He was looking for a fight. Something about starting a bar fight always made him feel better. He always looked for a new bar or tavern. He could tell the type of people inside before stepping near it. He finally saw a small tavern with rough looking people. It was perfect place to pick a fight. He walked inside looking down at everyone there. He wanted someone to hit him. As he sat and drank his beer, someone walked up to him. “Better be good.” He said turning to face them.  

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✶ KAYA VOSS ✶ — Task #3: Mischief Managed

WAND

Pine “The straight-grained pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. Many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect, and perform best for, owners who are destined for long lives, and I can confirm this in as much as I have never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. The pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic.”

Dragon Heartstring “As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.”

12 in. Long “Most wands range from 9 to 14 inches, and those in between 10.5 and 12.5 inches are considered averagely sized. In contrast to what many think, owning a wand with average length does not mean the wizard or witch have average powers and would never triumph in life. Most accomplished figures in history of magic were paired to averagely sized wands. It is because these wands usually seek owners who control their instincts and calculate their acts, which makes them use their magic in appropriate ways.”

Supple Flexibility “The wands characterized as brittle, quite or fairly bendy, quite or fairly flexible, pliant, supple, and whippy, are considered 'flexible wands'. These usually fall in the hands of owners who like to progress quickly in life and face changes without hesitation. ... The wizards and witches best suited for supple and whippy wands are adaptive in a more cautious manner, and even if the supple wand and its owner may take a little longer to learn from each other, their results are usually the most reliable.”

HOGWARTS HOUSE

Gryffindor — brave, courageous, chivalrous, daring, bold

Kaya is in many ways an embodiment of the negative stereotypes surrounding Gryffindors, though she is not without her positive side. She is brave and courageous, mainly when it comes to fiercely protecting her coven and her king. She’s always ready to do whatever she believes is right and necessary to take care of her own, or to get the job done. But she is often reckless, as displayed at the royal wedding, acting on instinct without forethought. Her disregard for the consequences of her actions can cause trouble for her and for others, though she usually makes up for this with her bold attitude and her forceful willpower. She will triumph, and naysayers will fall before her. Her recklessness is also symptomatic of her constant need for the new, the fresh, the entertaining, and the distracting. Faced with immortality, she fears she will end up being miserable and bored for the rest of her existence, and tries to assuage that by diving headfirst into any new experience or danger that faces her. If it gets her adrenaline pumping, she leaps without looking and damns the consequences, because living in every moment is better than wallowing in uncertainty.

PATRONUS

Vole

“These small creatures are not to be underestimated. Their nocturnal nature makes it easy for them to find any Dementor heading your way! Not only are they strong swimmers, but they can also run at 6 mph, no mean feat for such a little creature. Never fear when you have your vole near – no Dementor can outrun this Patronus!”

Kaya would likely never need to cast a Patronus, which is all the better since she would be ashamed of the form hers would take. However, it suits her well. Voles are speedy little creatures who primarily operate at night, and their small size would fit perfectly with someone who spends most of their working hours remaining hidden and traveling unseen. Voles are known to be one of the few animals who show empathy towards one another, consoling other members of their species who have been injured or mistreated. They are also surprisingly hardy and tenacious, having been known to fight fiercely for their lives against much larger predators like coyotes and make it out alive.

OTHER

Ilvermorny House — Horned Serpent “Horned Serpents are defined by what they know, how they learn, and how they think. They are idealists, philosophers, ethicists, and truth seekers. Horned Serpents keep an open mind, think their way through difficult situations, and use the knowledge they gather to become more courageous people, to fuel their creative drive, to inform their relationships, or to feed their ambitions.”

Boggart — Frustration, Futility Kaya’s boggart would be hard to form, but might most easily take the shape of Kaya throwing herself against the walls of an empty room screaming. Her greatest fear is a very abstract concept, that of a life thwarted, doomed to endless boredom and frustration, the futility of her continued existence crashing down upon her and rendering her every waking moment a monotonous misery.

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fragility | a kaya event self para

Too warm. Why was she too warm? She never got too warm, hadn’t in nearly two centuries. That was one of the many perks of vampirism—her species’ blood ran cold and slow, still flowing but cool and dark in their veins, pushed along only by the occasional lethargic heartbeat. Feeding brought fresh, warm blood into the system for a while, and hunting could quicken a vampire’s pulse to human levels as adrenaline kicked in. But it was never enough to leave Kaya feeling like she’d been lying in the sun all afternoon without a glamour. She stumbled from her bed, throwing away the thick sheets and furs covering it as though they were made of lava, and shed the few thin garments she’d donned when she went to sleep. Everything was... dulled. She couldn’t hear the servants moving around downstairs, or the distant shuffling in Orpheus’s tower as they worked, or Ciro’s laughter bubbling up from wherever he would normally be ribbing Valeria. No smells hit her nose that weren’t emanating from immediately around her, she could barely see ahead of her in the darkened room, and when she threw open the curtains on her window, the late afternoon sunlight didn’t sting her eyes or her skin.

None of it came together to form a coherent thought until Kaya became suddenly aware that her heart was racing. Not beating steadily as it did when she stalked prey, but thundering in her chest. And it only grew worse as panic overtook her, making her pulse drum in her ears at a feverish pace.

This wasn’t right. Something was very, very wrong.

She threw the window open and stuck her arm out into the sun’s rays. Even at this time of day, it should be enough to prick her skin uncomfortably, to start covering it with little tiny patches of irritation. Please let it be painful; pain was a better alternative at this point, and it would prove she was hallucinating the heartbeats now driving her panic to levels she hadn’t felt in centuries. But her too-pale arm merely hung in the air, the sunlight warm and comforting on her fingers, coaxing a gentle pink flush from the skin as it heated. Comforting.

No words could adequately describe the feeling that spread through her like wildfire. Instead, a whine built in Kaya’s throat, punctuated by heavy, ragged breathing as she retracted her arm and stared at it, feeling over the warmed skin with her other hand, picking up her rapid pulse on the underside of her wrist. Fangs, she should have fangs. If she just summoned them up, she could end this nightmare. But as she instinctively focused on her gums, willing her fangs to emerge as they had for so long without problem... nothing happened. Not so much as a twitch. Fingers found their way to her mouth, the tips probing under her lips at her teeth, which should have still felt a little sharp even if lacking fangs. But they were dull, only fit for chewing through cooked meat, not severing flesh and bone.

The whine rose higher in her throat, pressing against the back of her gritted teeth as she tried to hold it in. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening. She couldn’t be hu.... hum.... She couldn’t even bring herself to think the word. In all her darkest and most horrific nightmares, Kaya had never imagined herself reverting to a mortal state. It was impossible. It was supposed to be impossible. Once changed, that was that. She was a vampire forever, never again bound by the disgusting limitations of humankind, with their short lives and weak bodies. She was not one of them; they were her prey, her food, lesser than her and her people, barely fit for anything other than being drained and discarded.

She couldn’t be one of them again.

She couldn’t hold it back anymore. The whine rose and finally pushed through her teeth, evolving into a scream of utter agony than echoed around her room, merely making her eardrums ache rather than deafening her with the pitch and volume. She didn’t even realize she was on her knees until she felt them throb, pain—stupid, useless, inconvenient pain—shooting up into her legs from where her knees had hit the stone floor. She screwed her eyes shut and threw her hands over her ears, trying to block out everything, trying to center herself. She’d always been so good at staying focused when it mattered most, at pushing aside all emotion to get the job done. She needed to do that now, to shove it all down so she could reason her way out of this horrible scenario.

But clarity wouldn’t come. Her blood pounded in her ears fast as a war drummer’s tattoo, making coherent thought impossible, reminding her every second that she was no longer immortal. That her body was once again fragile and useless. That she was no longer the hunter, but the prey. Wetness streaked down her cheeks from her closed eyes as her scream morphed into pained wails which wracked her body and made her shake from head to toe.

A servant found her. Panicking already from their own changes, it was all they could do to flee from the room to find one of their other masters, someone who would be better equipped to handle a sight that was never meant to be seen by another living soul: Kaya Voss, the Fox, assassin and leader of the Children of the Night, crumpled on the floor sobbing for the first time in almost two hundred years.

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What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

She hesitates a long moment before finally answering brusquely, “To be truly happy. Forever.” Then she takes a long draught of wine and refuses to speak again.

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If you had to kill a member of the court, which one would it be?

“If I had to? Hmmm. Of Gabriel’s inner circle, perhaps our Mistress of Whispers. If only so that I can take her job, heh. Outside of that, it’s anyone’s guess. Just whoever Gabriel decides needs to be taken care of.”

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