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WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!

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okay, but extra-messy “we used to date five years ago and we still love each other but we haven’t seen each other in ages until now, and i’m in this club watching you dancing and making out with someone else, and you just went into the bathroom and i’m sort of drunk and REALLY pissed off so i think i’m gonna beat the crap out of your new date now” au

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟷𝟷 𝚙𝚝.𝟹 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

His boots echoed on the stone flooring as he found himself at the bottom and with not gate to swing open he vaulted across the low partition into the lowest and central areas of the court, murmurings beginning to echo from the assembled council and people in the court while the packed balconies remained silent. 

He reached the stall where Leilah was sat and rested a hand on the wood of it, eyes fixed upon the accused Leila, before turning around to the council and a hush fell once more before words he never had thought to utter before came out of his mouth, surprising even him, echoed out across the courtroom.

“I, Nox Adrastus Woods, of sound mind and body, hereby invoke the Gallows Law of Azariah.”

And just like that, the entire courtroom and balconies alike, were in uproar.



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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟷𝟷 𝚙𝚝.𝟸 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

But everyone was saying the opposite, and being an orphan in such a wide new and dangerous world, he kept his mouth shut, for the most part. There were several incidents at a number of orphanages that he’d been sent. In which even without the use of a wand he’d beaten up multiple young wizards who thought they could taunt him with badmouthing his mother, they were wrong. But to this day he had stemmed his anger from flaring up if the subject of his parents was brought up and the atrocities they spoke about regarding his mother.

His eyes hadn’t moved to the woman yet since the proceedings had started, despite her being front and centre for the entirety of the courtroom and balconies to see. But in that moment he looked upon her, and his brow furrowed slightly with confusion.
She didn’t look like a hardened criminal that often requested the stall she was shackled in, she didn’t look like she was happy about the acts she had committed, she didn’t look proud of herself, or happy about what she had done, she looked… sorrowful.

His thoughts were interrupted as the minister and council’s murmurings grew quiet and their verdict had been reached.
Nox looked up from the pews above him where the council sat to the woman in the stall, _Lana.. Laurel.. no, Leila_, he found himself thinking of her name, what a beautiful name. In that moment a memory of his mother came to him.

_It was a spring afternoon at the Woods’ family home in the country, and Nox and his mother were playing down in the wide stream that ran across the end of their wide expanse of land around the house. Not couldn’t have been older than four but while he was down there, him and his mother came across a fox. It was injured and Nox wanted to help but the closer his got to it, wading to the animal through the waters the waters, its hackles rose and snarled at Nox. With no regards to his mothers warnings he reached out to the animal and in a flash of orange fur the fox bit him and then bolted back into the brush.
Nox flailed and fell back with a cry, clutching his bitten arm as water flowed around him. His mother called out his name and ran to him, scooping him up and taking him back to the bank and set him down. His wails of pain rang out as his mother silently healed his arm with a gentle wave of her hand and a soft murmuring of ancient words, before brushing a wet strand of hair from his face.
He looked up into her face and she was smiling, before she spoke in her sweet delicate voice, “oh Nox.. you have a heart as big and brave as a griffin’s, you’d sooner help a dragon with a broken wing than see it hurt.” She said with a proud smile on her face before she swept him up into her arms and span him around, his cries of pain now a childish giggle as the world span around then before she stilled them, and she softly poked his nose. “Never let that courage fade from your heart my little griffin, the world needs more people like you in it, be kind, be just, and always stay true._

The memory of him and his mother ended as the council member wagged his chubby little finger at the shackled Leila, and as that happened Not felt himself moving. He had put his wand away and was getting out of the seat he was sat in and he was walking down the tiers of pews, a ringing in his ears as he wondered what his body was doing, trying to stop himself from moving as he made his was down step by step to the centre of the court. Back up with the council he heard the minister’s voice, muffled as though from underwater, “Not where are you going?” But he paid her no mind, not that he could anyhow as his body seemed to be moving on its own, eyes fixed to the woman in the stalls. 


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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟷𝟷 𝚙𝚝.𝟷 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

The day began overcast and murky, the weather a reflection of the feelings that every man and woman had while bustling through the city below - the underground community of mages and fare alike passing through the city like shadows, unseen by pure humans as they went about their day.
News of the trial had spread far and wide within the magical community. Trials were common that is true - every form of society in the world magical or no had criminals, but the trial today within the ministry was of a crime so cruel many people didn’t care to think of it. But like gossiping crows the news spread far in the weeks leading up to the events of today so by the time the day of trial arrived it was thought a hush had fallen across the community, people kept to themselves and didn’t stop to converse in the streets and backlanes of the hidden magical London.


Beneath the pavements and roads of ‘London Above’ it was a sombre atmosphere in the ministry today as events like this hadn’t been witnessed in for a couple of centuries - not since the last mage war, which the community were still trying to recover from. Magical agencies around the globe were thrown by the actions of the crime committed by the witch on trial today.
Everyone was on edge, who’s fault can only be due to the case of the days events, “the trial of the ages of betrayal”, it had been labeled as by one of the magical tabloids.


The bells tolled with chimes to signify the beginning of the trial, the ringing echoing throughout the high ceilinged rooms and long halls of the British ministry - Nox who was already in formation at its point with the minister on the way to the courtroom gave a soft sigh and shook his head faintly.
“Are you quite alright Not?” The voice of the minister echoed lightly through the private halls to the courtroom as the only other noises was the clicking of boots on the tiled floor and the subtle swooshing of cloaks. The action which he thought had gone unseen had been clearly spotted by the minister behind him. 
“Always astute Madam Minister.” He inclined his head as he kept his gaze forward while speaking, “I’m quite fine. It’s just the subject of today’s trial Ma’am.” He kept his answer short, but inside his emotions were churning. 

There was a pause after he spoke, and Nox was wondering if the minister was in fact going to reply to him but then after a moment she spoke once more, with a much softer tone. “Ah yes… I remember.. your parents, I did see it in your file.. my apologies Nox. If you need to take some time to yourself during or after the trial, you may do so.
Not shook his head, before stopping at the large ornate double doors that connected the minister’s private hallways to the courtroom. “thank you ma’am, but I’ll be fine. My mother was a monster, as is today’s accused.”


“Very well, proceed.”

Nox took out his wand and drew a rune upon the door, and hearing the mechanism inside click and clunk, two of the Minister’s guards, also known as ‘Spectres’ stepped around Nox where he stood to push the doors open as from the other side of the door the party could hear the speaker of the house introducing the minster to the courtroom as well as the public balconies.
The doors were pulled open and Nox stepped to the side in order for the the Minister to walk out into the courtroom, along the balustrade and to the central seat amidst the long table consisting of the member of the British council of mages.

Nox stepped out following the minister a few second later, but as he was not minister or a council mage he didn’t step up onto the tiered seats to join her. Instead he glanced to the two spectres who had opened the doors - they were closed now and they stood each in front of one of them. He nodded to them and they nodded back before he moved his way down into the pews sitting on one of the top empty spaces, close to the stairs and to the minister if anything were to go awry.

Not much was known about Ace Mages in any case, but for a regular powered mage to take an Ace’s power for their own and to command it through their body and not have the power kill them. This truly was a first for the history books so anything could happen. Nox slipped his wand out from his under arm holster and held it ready in his hands to act at the slightest sign of trouble.

With the trial proceeding, his thoughts went to that of his late mother, and how everyone had told him since he was a young boy, and after spectres had come to his house to take his mother and father’s bodies away that it was a truly heartless thing for her to have done. _“What was she thinking? She shouldn’t have tried to take his power too you know, greedy spiteful woman your mother.. if she hadn’t have acted so senselessly, you might still have one of your parents boy.”_ the words from decades ago echoed in his head - his mother apparently had found a formula in an old tome, attempting to commit the same blasphemous act as the woman on trial today.
But while Nox was young and naive at the time, he wasn’t stupid. He knew that his mother was a gentle soul, kind of heart, and wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. Especially his father, she _loved_ him.

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[   01   ]         ―         MISCREANT   

this  is  a  super  basic  criminal  record  template  that  i  made  for  personal  use  while  working  on  a  timeline  for  some  characters.    i  cannot  guarantee  how  accurate  it  is    /    if  it's  what  an  actual  criminal  record  looks  like  as  i've  based  it  on  whatever  i  could  find  on  google,   but  i've  had  a  lot  of  fun  with  it   &   it's  helped  me  do  a  lot  of  building  so  i  thought  i'd  share.  you  are  welcome  to  edit  this  document  in  any  way  you  want,   add  anything  you  want,  but  please  do  not  remove  the  credit.   please  consider  a  like  and   /   reblogif  using.

HOW   TO   USE

click  the  source  link

go  to  file    >    make  a  copy

have  fun!

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𝐏𝐒𝐀: 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 & “𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒”

Writing with a dangerous muse can be really interesting and exciting, but there are some things to be mindful about to make the experience fun for everyone involved.

When interacting with a dangerous muse, keep in mind that it’s not the other mun’s responsibility to rein their muse in if your muse is constantly being rude. Antagonize a dangerous muse at your own risks! Especially if there was no prior plotting involved, taunting/insulting a dangerous muse can result in your muse getting injured or worse.

Sometimes, a muse is going to be more powerful than yours. It’s more likely to be the case when interacting with a very dangerous muse. It’s ok if your muse doesn’t always have the upper hand, it’s ok if your muse isn’t always the strongest, or the most dangerous. Power imbalances are fun, but they require compromise. 

Remember that it’s not always fun for the mun if their dangerous muse only gets used for antagonistic purposes. Yes, of course, if someone is writing a “villain” or a very dangerous muse, they know it will lead to antagonistic threads. But it doesn’t mean they don’t want to explore other themes as well! All muses have nuances.

Don’t forget that muse ≠ mun. Even if someone is writing a muse that has done terrible things, it does not mean that they condone their muse’s actions, or agree with their muses. 

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟷𝟶 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

(𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝)

He heard her purring words and felt her purr resonate between the two of them as they were so close, and let out a gutteral moan of pleasure at the words she had uttered, feeling a primal haze fog his vision for a moment, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to his new piece of property. He knew the haze would be back, it wouldn’t take long.

As he stripped he felt her hands on him, exploring the divets and muscles of his strong torso, old faded scars beneath the layer of hair on his chest, but he hoped that he would have more scars on his body from this encounter - he’d want to remember this night, and all the nights following.

It was a good thing that the party was in full swing beneath them as it would mean that none of them could hear what was going on above on the terrace, not that Q would care, he was just attending to his cum bucket after all.

Skyy’s head fell back as he slid his cock into her ass after having spat on it and her hole before hand and he groaned heavily at how good and tight she was, already feeling how addicting it was. She clenched around him and his body jolted before forcing his cock deeper into her tiny ass. Their kiss was hot and heavy and she moaned heavily into his mouth before maki my a faint noise as he pulled out to tease her, and his intrusive thought won over as well as him primal urge, and he slammed back into her with a heavy force, almost tossing her back into the pool. She straightened up and he growled, steadying her with his hand around her neck. “What did you just call me?” He grunted, eyes locked to hers as her soft lips panted.

He had all this pent up hunger inside that just came flooding out - he slapped her chest and then spat on it, slapping her breasts again, gripping it hard after as the pace built to even harder and faster height, “the fuck did you just call me?” He growled into her face as she looked up at him breaking in his new toy.

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟶𝟿 - 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

(𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝)

She had Cole eating from the palm of her hand, metaphorically of course as in truth she had Cole right where Sio wanted her, hungry and exposed. She twitched on the occasion and Sio smirked against her dripping folds, giving back as good - a faint growl each time Cole grunted, which made Sio herself even hotter, and squirmed slightly as moisture began to soak through her panties.

When her legs tilt back and fold her in half, exposing her more delicious sweaty skin, she paused her licking of her clit to leave hickeys on the back of her thighs and her ass, biting it before teasing her asshole with her tough, tickling it lightly before focusing back on her pussy, a hungry tongue finding its way back to Cole’s bud.

Cole manages to get her head up and looks up and Sio winks, and she moaned louder, a harder and desperate moan, begging for something and Sio intended to give it to her.

Through the garbled moans and stammering coming from Cole Sio hears her name and smirks into her, curling her tongue into her pussy before withdrawing it and smearing her drool over Cole as her juices cover her own face.

She tries to warn Sio, but she wasn’t going anywhere, her voice sounded different, before she interrupted herself and in the nick of time sio clamped her mouth around her and drank down the orgasm with a hungry thirst, moaning loudly herself now as Cole’s torrenting orgasm rinsed her face and dampened her hair, but Sio wasn’t put off, instead she remained there, licking her clit as she brought a hand down from her leg, strumming her folds to continue the orgasm Cole was riding out.

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟶𝟾 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

With this in mind his thoughts went a little haywire - this wasn’t the usual feeling he got when a good looking person was within close proximity to him, this felt somehow.. different? He thought it was a good new sort of feeling but he couldn’t exactly put a word on it and while a small part of him was wary of what it could be, the rest of him was excited at a potential chance to find out.

He was still thinking about this as he pulled the bike up outside the changing area for costumes, the bike skidding slightly on the now wet surface under its wheels. Nev hopped off and looked down at her sheer Lycra body suit, clearly accenting her body, the contours of her stomach and legs, not to mention due to the sudden change in climate how her nipples pressed out against the fabric.

He smirked at her sheepish words, attempting to take a drag of the now truly very sodden cigarette before flicking it away as he continued to look at her, trying to formulate a reply that didn’t sound like he wanted to fuck her in that body suit right there in the rain, but despite that being tactless that was all he could think about - and as he opened his mouth to reply, finally thinking of the words, she was gone, rushing into the female changing area.

“Bye.” He murmured to himself, before turning off the engine and walking into the male section, thinking now of an excuse to give about him tearing off his shirt as it had split on the bike, and realised that he couldn’t care less.

As he undressed and got back into his ‘civvy clothes’ he couldn’t help but think of Nev next door doing the same, peeling the Lycra off her smooth and clearly stunning figure. He heard muffled voices through the wall but couldn’t hear any clear words - was that his name? *Fucking doubt it* he thought, but he had a slight glimmer of hope in amongst his wishful thoughts.

Eventually he had fully changed, giving the sodden and torn material back to the costume crew to horrified expressions before leaving the area. As he stepped out of the changing section he saw Nev walking off into the rain, not too far away to catch up with but she was on the phone and usually this wouldn’t matter to Nox but he didn’t want to piss *her* off if it was something important or personal, he couldn’t give two shits if it was anyone else, but Nev was clearly different to him somehow.

As he pondered this while watching her stride away, the person that she was with earlier stepped out of the changing area also, by the looks of it her agent with the clipboard and ear piece.

He thought about it for a second before walking over to her. “Got a pen?” He asked bluntly, and slightly startled, she rummaged around before pulling out a biro, and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” He said, before tilting her clipboard to him, so that she was still holding and he was looking at it upside down at some sort of itinerary. Along the bottom of the flipped piece of paper, he wrote his name and a number after it in a surpirsingly cursive and elegant hand.

“For Ner-.. Nev.” he said, correcting himself half way through before releasing the clipboard so it flipped back, and he handed her the pen back and without saying another word got back on his bike, revving it up before speeding away to give the bike back to the vehicles lot, and return to his trailer where he subsequently showered and then went back to bed.

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟶𝟽 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

He looked down at his wife-to-be and he locked eyes with hers, which at the present moment rather formidable in being narrowed. Of course this was to anyone than Ty, he kept quiet his amusement on the matter, ceasing his chuckling. He had the inkling that she assumed he was laughing at her which certainly wasn’t the case, he didn’t see her amusingly, or as a joke, he though she was rather incredible, deep down. And he wished to see the full scale of her some time soon.

His hand was stroking his jaw as the subject moved onto the dagger that was strapped to her thigh and he had a smirk on his face that lasted less than a second. “Swift. Precise. Deadly accuracy, you must be very skilled with such a blade then miss, if you wear it constantly.” He inclined his head, “very good choice indeed, maybe I shall make you one for a wedding gift.”

Her gaze moved over the diamond as he spoke of it, smiling as they both looked down on it and the more he looked the more he could see it representing her. A stone fitting for a queen, thought Typhon but he didn’t utter these words unless he wanted to spook her. She nodded and agreed with him and he smiled slightly, before slowly sliding the ring onto her finger, making sure to not force it on.

Their skin grazed over each other and his gaze flitted to Verona’s as he felt a slight rush as their hands met, and a flash of intimate images flicked through his mind of the two of them but he pushed them away - he wouldn’t do anything like that until the time was right, and of course if she wanted the same.

“You’re most welcome Verena.” He inclined his head, bowing to her, and smiling as he noticed a flicker of a smile on her face also.

She then also noticed her parents and he smirked slightly at the roll of her eyes, before looking back to him as his gaze was already on her.

His smile twitched slightly as she flushed before nodding at his question to dance, before her smile was back as she replied about his hands comment. He chuckled a nd shook his head, “I’m not like other men. So I hope you don’t use your needle point in slicing my fingers off.” He teased with some sincerity behind it, before following Verena onto the dance floor.

Upon walking to the dance floor they assumed the position - clasped hands and then hands on waist and shoulder. He inclined his head to her before they began to dance slowly, her new engagement ring and his horseman ring dancing with light as they moved across the dance floor, her eyes fixed on his shoulder as his gaze was only for her as they seamlessly moved through other dancers.

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟶𝟼 - 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

She felt a rocking sensation as the stranger took her to the cabin, like the rocking of a ship. She wasn't conscious, but parts of her brain and senses picked up on certain things that were around her - things like the noise of an owl, rustling trees, before footsteps on hardwood and the faint creaking of a door, and then warmth before her senses faded into darkness.

A while later Lilac stirred from what seemed to be like the most fucked up dream. She rose slowly with a groan, the memory of the dream still pounding in her head, and she reached a hand up to feel her head. That deer came out of nowhere.. and then a forest.. her body froze when her fingers came into contact with bandages wrapping her head and she cursed under her breath that it had been a dream before slowly opening her aching eyes and what she saw made her shoot upright on the sofa she found herself lying on, which turned out to be a mistake on her part.

As she'd shot up, a wave of nausea hit her like a train and she had to fight the urge to throw up, and after a moment or two she exhaled as the feeling passed. She groaned as she still held her head, a pounding sensation there as she slowly sat up, moving her legs to the floor where she sighed at the state of her shoes, removing the heels and setting her bare feet on the floor, folding back the blanket before noticing the large tshirt that was placed beside her. she looked around and the place seemed to be empty, so she slowly rose, simultaneously unzipping the back of her dress and it rippled down her torso onto the floor - she was used to her naked form so it didn't bother her much before taking the tshirt and putting it on, she inspected it, finishing just above the knees. Whoever lived here must be pretty tall, she thought as she slowly stood from the couch and padded softly around the room. "Uh.. hello?" She called out into the cabin, curious as to where the owner could be as she stepped to a window by the door, peering into the night.

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟶𝟻 - 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

Viola swayed, losing herself in the music and the waves an ripples of the crowd, wishing her slowly more to the VIP area. She also got lit by anther static spotlight as she bent and danced to the bassy and electric music that fuelled her with energy and the want, the desire to dance. As the light came over her she sparkled again, throwing rainbow shards of lights over the people closest to her - one of which being a dark haired girl, cam up to Viola and ran her hands up and don her side from behind, and her being in a playful mood, backed up into the woman for a while of dancing, breathing catching in their throats as her hands explored Viola’s torso, before her lips parted be exhaled as the girl behind her got a little too handsy and he felt herself beginning to melt and she turned to face her, dancing playfully round her before the Eve took them apart.

Viola now a little riled up took a long sip from her drink to calm herself, panting gently by one of the pillars, before one of her favourite songs came on and she grinned, and finding herself again jumped back into another part of the club, stomping her feet a little more due to the tempo of it.

She threw her hair back and her eyes flashed, feeling eyes on her - the boys around her yes of course, but something more. It made her get goosebumps and dance a little more primal, getting more breathless to the point she had to rehydrate and after the repetition of dancing and drinking, until her glass was empty. She brushed a hand across her damp forehead and made her way through to the bar, putting her glass on the bar before walking into the hazy toilets, not before glancing up at she got that same feeling again she got on the dance floor. She looked up just in time to lock eyes with a tall, dark, and mysterious man, before she was washed into the bathroom by the tide of girls going in about the same time, and like that the stranger was out of sight.

She sighed and checked herself in the bathroom, reapplying her makeup after mopping her sweaty face, before tousling her hair to give it more volume as a couple of girls came over to ask about her outfit.

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟶4 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛

It was early evening and the low orange sun was shining into the tall windows of the gothic mansion in the middle of the vineyard countryside. Though mansion may be a slight stretch, it was more like a fortress - high walls round the entire perimeter with dormant flood lights to target any unwanted guests, day or night, as well as reinforced steel shutters to be be pulled over the windows in the event of a potential attack. Additional to this were the multitude of guards swarming over the property, hidden mounted guns on the walls and in the towers, canine teams doing sweeps of the grounds on the exterior of the walls while other guards were posted up at each door on the building, including that of the garage.

The evening light fell through the top most window into a spacious open plan room, walls painted a rich forest green, a lot cooler than the warm sun baked landscape outside. A soft breeze lifted and lowered the curtains on either side of he window as the hustle and bustle of the guards outside floated up into the room on the top most floor, the crows nest of the house.

The long beam of orange light reached the foot of the ornate four poster bed with the top of the bed still cast in shade, where a young man was laying. He was dressed in smart trousers and a white top flecked with crimson that had been unbuttoned and the two halves of the short lay open, revealing the boy’s bare torso, slightly marred by the scars that peppered his torso, light cuts and what seemed to be the faint outline and old scars from cigarette burns, and the note of the scars was intriguing as the boy had a light cigarette in his mouth, the smoke tendrils curling up towards the rafters, occasionally buffeted by and exhale of smoke from him.

Thirteen lay on the bed and ran his tongue over the split in his lip again, he didn’t flinch when the slight spike of pain shot through the laceration and into his brain, stuff like this he was used to - being the burden, the bastard son, the shame of the family. This was a common occurrence for the boy and he was used to the pain, he did it more out of interest. Inspecting his wound with his tongue he sighed and pulled his tongue back into his mouth, he didn’t care anymore as he’d have his time to balance the scales in his favour, he thought while looking up at the old weathered beams at the top of his high ceiling room.

His phone beside him on the bed had been going off every few minutes or so since getting back from school. He didn’t have to look at the screen to know who they were from - Verena. It had happened as soon as they’d stepped out of the car that his father had stormed out of the house and for some unexplained reason had struck him hard across the face, he had fallen back and before he’d had a chance to demand what he’d been hit for this time, his father had left with his men and exited through the still open armoured front gates, before they shut after the last car in the convoy had driven through.

He’d been up in his room ever since, locking the door once he was in there - he rarely did so as V came and went from his room as he pleased, she was good company on most days, a little blunt at times but he also had seen the softer side of her.

But today was one of the few where Thirteen didn’t wish to have any company, and in the back of his mind he felt bad for ghosting V since getting back but he had no words for her and doubted what she’d texted him was going to make him feel better.

He heard the soft ring of the dinner bell through his locked room and sighed, rolling his eyes and sitting up. Thirteen took once last drag of his cigarette, French inhaling after the pull before exhaling out the smoke. He flicked the still lit butt out of the window, not caring what it landed on the floor below outside.

He stood up and removed his open shirt, before pulling on a navy roll neck sweater and went to his door. Unlocking it as he pocketed his phone, T then opened the door and began slowly traipsing down the long flights of stairs to the ground floor dining room, past the vast collection of Japanese paintings and relics.

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟶𝟹 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛

Aquilo was restless, he hadn’t been on the hunt for several weeks now - the local forest and parks were spooked about some disappearances and whatnot, the subject mattered little to him, only the fact that it meant that he couldn’t go at night and turn, releasing the hell beast inside of him and letting it take over, run wild, and hunt. It was getting to him, so if he couldn’t hunt, he could at least feed himself in other ways. He had decided to venture out to one of his most liked establishments in the city, the thrill of doing something in such a packed and confined space like a club must be the reason why his heart beat a little faster, there was a high risk high reward scenario, and he was all for taking a gamble.

He was dressed in a fitted wool blend shirt, the top few buttons undone to show his chiselled chest, and the few pendants that hung around his strong neck. His hair was tied up messily behind his head and he carried no jacket as he didn’t feel the cold. Soft suit trousers encased his strong muscular legs and he wore boots. His height and build called for tailored attire, which he only wore when he wasn’t planning on phasing. Other accessories dotted his attire - his vast hands hands hand rings on them, some symbolic of his previous lives, like his knight sigil and his crest, but others were practical, such as a couple of rings that when worn warded him from certain things, including attacks.

He was walking through the twilight city, up to the end of the queue for the night club. It was one of the most high-end, prominent supernatural clubs in town, and despite this was still open to humans, which for some seemed dangerous but the security on the premises were well practised and certain enchantments had been put in place, as well a creed being written, making it a fae crime to kill or permanently harm a human on the clubs ground and surrounding area.

Often during the week Aquilo would look somewhere else to feed, but as previously mentioned tonight was a treat he’d decided - he can’t hunt or feed anywhere else so tonight was a night to let somewhat loose and let the night lead him.

He rolled his eyes as the length of the queue he’d arrived at, ears pricking up and his nose slightly twitching at some of the wretched perfumes that some of the people had on in front of him. This along with his hunger made him even more impatient than usual, so he began to walk through the queue, some people made mumbled comments about him doing such but his ears picked them keenly out of the hubbub, even in some cases telling him straight to his face, which was bold and foolish.

On one such occasion the comment was so foul and disrespectful that Aquilo couldn’t let it lie, so turned around and extended himself to his fullest height, which was easily over 7.5ft tall, and kept quiet as he looked down at the man responsible for the comment. The puny human, for that’s what he was cowered as he’d been turned upon and help his hands, stammering as he tried to get out his apology as quickly as possible.

Aquilo kept quiet and just stared at the man for about a minute, before snorting and turning bsck around and continuing his way to the front of the queue, his large form parting them like the Red Sea as people ahead saw his towering hulking form coming and stepped swiftly to the side, he also smirked as he heard some females in the crowd whispering and giggling to each other about him.

He arrived at the front of the queue, and stared down at the bouncers - a mage and a well built ogre, enchanted just to look like a human for the mortals but to Aquilo, he saw him and jutted his jaw out. Despite being a bouncer he was significantly shorter than Awuilo, most people were so it must have been a form of scare tactic but it didn’t work.

He raised an eyebrow of wry amusement to the ogre, before the mage unhooked the rope and allowed Aquilo to step through and he’d up to the doors with his hands and the reverberations of the music washed over him as he stepped in letting the doors swing shut behind him.

He headed up to the bar through the crowd and got the attention of one of the barmaids he recognised - a nymph whose name he couldn’t place.

She flirted over and her lips smiled, “hey, welcome back handsome, what can I get you tonight? The usual plus extra?” He shook his head.

“No. Just the drink, I’ll find my own entertainment tonight.” He left a gold fae coin on the bar as the nymph got his drink before passing it to him. “Thanks baby.” She purred as she picked up the coin, which he ignored and took his drink away from the bar and while sipping it gazed to a booth which was empty but as he took his first step he froze, a scent so incredible, so pungent and alluring that it halted Aquilo, and his glass remained in his hand ignored by him as he looked up from it to find the source of the incredible and delicious scent.

Aquilo tilts his head upwards into the air inside the club, nose twitching as he smelt the sweet and delicious aroma, almost the smell of an animal in heat, but.. human? He continued to sniff the air, the pheromones so strong he could almost taste them they were that thick in the air, this person wanted it, and wanted it badly, causing himself to smirk as he took a large swig of his drink, enjoying the sensation it gave him though the alcohol took to no effect. His vast form tiered over the crowd meaning that he had an excellent vantage point to look out over the de of people dancing, drinking, being generally high on life.

He walked through the rippling waves of people, following the sweet smell of a fertile body, one that hadn’t been defiled in a long time, if ever.

He barged his way in between to pale vampires, and they hissed up at him, and his heard whipped round to snarl down at them. They soon backed down and he continued his hunt, gaze roaming the crowd, seeing flashes of the scent, following the visible scent with his attuned eyes, his gaze lifted to the opposite site of the club where there was another bar. And like a beacon of red in a sea of sweaty masses bodies, this tiny form, clad in the _tiniest_ red dress, propped up on the bar.

He waded through the crowd like he was in the shallows of the sea, people bumping against him, but that didn’t stop him now, he’d locked his gaze on his prize for the night, and it looked divine, he was going to have fun with her tonight, whatever she said wouldn’t be enough to stop him.

Aquilo arrived at the bar and downed the rest of his drink before putting both his strong, tree trunk arms on either side of her on the bar so she was cornered between her arms, and nodded to the bar staff. A halfling came over and looked up at him, tilting her head.

“The same again, and whatever she’s having.” He gestures to the woman between his arms. The halfling nodded and raised a brow at his words, before going to make some drinks.

Aquilo took a step to the sweet little form of the girl in front of him enclosing her more, her scent spiralling up from her, was enough to want to tear off her clothes then and there, and breed her hungry form as he folded her over the bar, but for now he resisted. He knew she wanted it as his keen eyes roamed over her shimmering sweaty and sparkling skin, and from a glance it was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress, which riled him up even more.

The halfling came back with the drinks before Aquilo tossed another coin to her before leaning down to the humans ear, “look at you, a little lost Bambi. You best be careful in here little one.” He said in a low and growling purr beside her ear. His form towered over her by a good few feet, allowing him to look right down the front of her top, between her perky breasts glistening with sweat, causing him to lick his lips. They were so close that her scent to be bred was overwhelming, if he didn’t fill her pussy soon he’d most likely lose it.

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟶𝟸 - 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛

She was barefooted, feet walking along in the cold and stoney side of the road, oblivious to the icy chill of the season as her feet splashed through a puddle as she continued slowly on her way, eyes glossy, glazed over and fixed on a point ahead of her in the distance, not really focussing on anything in particular as she went on her way. Her legs were bare, bruised also, with some welting deep purple ones, as well as some cuts and scrapes that looked a lot older due to the scabbing and fading - it seems to be that there were multiple layers of injuries on her legs, as though this was done purposefully, and over a long period of time. Scratches and scrapes were focused around her knees and shins, most likely from running or escaping through long brush and brambles in the first, and tripping over the odd stone or two, but the specifics she didn’t know, they were numb at this point it was a wonder how she was still able to walk.

When her friends had seen her last she had been dressed up in a playsuit at a friend’s party, laughing, drinking, having fun… all of that seemed like an age ago, a faint and bitter memory. As she walked the chilling wind caught the t-shirt she was wearing and blew it up slightly, showing the extensive injuries continued up her thighs and under the material - where she had found the t-shirt, ore was given was lost on her, her memory was a fog at the moment, like she was a half in and out of her body, not fully in control of her limbs, almost as though she was in a trance. Her arms shielding her face were similar to her legs, cuts and bruises covered her forearms, in particular her wrists where the skin was rubbed raw, from being bound was the likely reason, but with what there was no indication, whether it was rope, cable ties, or something more sturdy like handcuffs.

As her face fell into the shade of the trees in the evening once more her arms fell to reveal a hallowed, slightly sunken face - pale, and a faint resemblance of what it once was, bubbly and feisty, laughing and always smiling. Her lip was swollen and split in a couple of places. The chill stung these cuts the most, and she winced slightly as the wind picked up again and as she felt faint she struggled to keep her half responsive body upright, but managed to stay the course along the road, her stronger arm cradling the other as it had seen more significant injuries.Like her lip her cheek had been busted also, so that one eye was slightly swollen around her eyes, the eyes that were once full of life and happiness were faded, glazed over, unfocused, but with her good eye open she was still able to keep an eye fixed on the road, subconsciously, a tiny voice in her told her that she must keep walking towards towards town, otherwise she might be found again.

This thought sparked a memory into life in her brain, she didn’t know how, or why she remembered this in particular, but it was somehow evident to her that while she continued to walk, that this was the furthest she’s ever gotten away before, how did she know this… was this not her first time getting away? How far away were they from her? Were they tracking her?With this fading thought in her mind she glanced lazily behind her as she continued to walk, and upon seeing and hearing nothing she looked back forwards and continued on her way.As she walked into another patch of amber evening light, it caught her hair and the light bounced of once sparkling fiery red hair, blazing with copper, now just a muddy and filthy mess atop her head, something dark and crimson matted her hair, could it be blood? If it was she couldn’t feel where the injury had originated but if it was from her then it might explain the throbbing pain at the back of her head and the top of her spine - and the lack of memory or feeling but still able to keep most of her motor functions, concussion maybe?

She walked into the outskirt of town and her footsteps faltered, what was she to do now> She didn’t know who she could trust, or any of the names of places, or remember any of the names or addresses of her friends. At the thought of friends, a wash of faded and blurred faces washed across her vision, and she caught the glimpse of some faces, a flash of a smile, a glint of eye but she couldn’t discern these from other memories that were playing on loop more vividly in her head, a dark and cramped space, empty, hollow, lots of pain.But in this pain there was an epiphany, a flash of something that she did recognise, a name.. Mikes Diner, and she sped up a little, not knowing what she was doing as she headed past the bus stop on the furthest edge of town.While walking her feet walked over some broken glass by the dilapidated bus stop, and for whatever reason, due to the cold and numbing of her legs, or the fact that her head injury had made it so that she couldn’t feel it, and stepped right into the broken and powdered pieces of glass, now leaving behind her a trail of small slightly bloody footprints.

As she walked she was subconsciously aware that there was hardly anyone around in town, and if there were people walking they were stopping to stare at her, they were all wrapped up in the warmth of their winter fleeces, scarves, coats and hats, buffeted by the wind as they tried to stay for least amount of time possible in this icy and chilling weather. This being said as she got further into town, she felt eyes eventually move to her, but no one ever ventured closer, it was just a faint glance that she’d feel come over her, as though people were glancing at her and then looking away hurriedly, too busy to care about a bruised and bloody half naked girl wandering up the street with bloody footprints trailing back behind her.As she turned the corner onto the main high street she felt her eyes squint slightly at the Christmas lights came into her hazy vision and she had to keep her eyes averted because even these soft twinkling lights were rather harsh on her retinas - wherever she had come from it had been a dark place.But in the back of her mind she asked herself was it really Christmas? Had she been away for that long?

She had paused as her eyes got accustomed to the light of the Christmas lights, before a light a little way behind the Christmas lights caught her eye, it was the diner. She continued the slow pained steps that she had taken before, still feeling a fraction of the pain that she was meant to be feeling, and crossed the car-less street before mounting the curb on the other side and made her way to the front of the diner, eyes almost fully closed as the bright light of the diner’s sign was blinding her to the point where the only thing she could see was the sign. Eventually her eyes got somewhat accustomed to the glare, it was still there but manageable. She shuffled further towards the door of the diner, hearing a joyful bustle inside with the faintest hint of Christmas music in the air.

She brought her legs slowly up one at a time to take the slightly slippery and well worn steps outside of the diner, until she got to the door where a laughing couple were just leaving as they were putting on their coats. Upon opening the door to leave they spotted this shell of a girl, half dressed, bloody, and their laughter stopped and they hurried past her and down the street, looking back at her furtively. She paid them no heed, instead shuffled her way into the warm of the diner, her body so cold and number that her skin prickled, as though close to a flame. She walked in as far as the closest booth to the door, which was empty and stopped. The people in the diner was a wash of noise and colour, though a blurred figure walked up to her and in a faint way she heard, “good evening lovie how can I.. oh.. oh my dear are you alright..?” But the words fell on deaf ears as the girl with once red hair gave a shaky breath. It had taken her all her energy to get from from where she’d left to this diner and that washed over her, and she was overcome with exhaustion as her single minded task was complete, and she collapsed sideways into the booth and onto the cushion, faint noises of exclamations in the diner reaching her unconscious ears, something about a dead girl, and the beeping of a phone before someone requesting an ambulance. H was back.

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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟶𝟷 - 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛

It was an overcast and murky afternoon on the day that Ophelia and her driver Arthur finally passed the sign on the main highway for Howl City - she had heard about what was going on in the quaint city and was intrigued to say the least, not so much about the people that were living there but for the amount of energy seemingly coming from the place - maybe due to the lay lines, but it seemed ripe for the taking. If the rumours and whispers she’d heard about the place were true, it had been a long time since she had come across a thing so powerful to do this to multiple victims and still remain in the dark and have the city were true - spells and enchantments often wear off, but this seemed something more, something.. darker, and O was all for the dark ages, she remembered that time well, she did some of her best work back then, so she loved the feeling it brought her. She sighed and reminisced about the glory days as her hand rested atop her ‘dog’s’ head, Haawiyah who had his large wolf head gently laid in her lay. “We’ll be there soon my sweet, I can already smell that we’re close.” She said with a twitch of her lip that resembled some sort of a smile.As the chauffeured Rolls Royce Phantom Black Badge crossed the border and into the town, Ophelia wound down the window a crack and licked her lips slightly, already tasting the magical tension in the air, something was certainly happening here alright, and her eyes sparkled slightly, before this gleam dimmed as she saw the state of the city while they drove through it - it was far from what was she was used to when living at home in luxury with towers of metal and glass, the teeming city life that fuelled her hunger for the Hollywood spotlight, but this spotlight came with a price.She’d sensed that recently certain people were looking into her and her background due to all the recently publicity with her biggest picture to hit the box office and they were looking in all the wrong places for her, trying to dredge up records of her that Ophelia _knew_ she’d hidden and/or destroyed purposefully because no one was to know the true her, no mortals anyway. She could tell that this wasn’t a simple P.I that was pulling at a thread to nowhere, this.. organisation or collective of individuals seemed to want to know every shred of evidence about her, past, present and future, and while back before her acting days she could’ve smiled them or made them join her hive, things were different know, being the status of actress that she was things like that would be… noticed.So while her first impression of the city she didn’t seem all too fond of it but it was necessary if she wanted to remain relatively hidden, not her personally per se, but her powers, activities, and her need to feed that she hoped would be shielded somewhat by the current issue in the city of ‘gifted’ people - if anything else untoward was to happen here she could easily make it look like this other being was the culprit and she’d be safe once more.

As the car continued through town she caught a glimpse of a coffee house, “High Tower, hm.” She murmured to herself before pulling her phone out of her pocket to look up the venue, looking at whether it would be a good place for a coffee, and all the reviews seemed to say that it was a good place for a drink, others saying that it’s only because it’s the only place around. She looked to Haawiyah, “well I’ll have to go out at some point.” She murmured softly before glancing out of the now closed tinted window as the scenery changed from urban city to beautiful large homes and she sighed softly, “this is more like it.” She said and the hound’s head lifted up as his shadowy form slowly sat up to peek out the window.After a little while the car finally rolled through some gates to a stately home, a stunning Neo-gothic manor with surrounding grounds, the tyres crunched softly atop the gravel driveway as they made their way up the driveway, parking up behind a car that was already parked there and looking out of the window Ophelia saw that there was an estate agent standing in the shelter entranceway.Arthur turned off the car and exited the Royce Phantom first before opening an umbrella as it had started to rain, opening up Ophelia’s door and giving her a nod, “ma’am.”She smiled to herself before stepping out onto the gravel in her Louboutin shoes with the help of Arthur’s guiding hand before walking up to the agent - Ophelia was dressed in all black, but in certain lights her outfit look almost irredescant, like the shell of a beetle, or the black on a moth’s wing. She had a long black dress on underneath a longer black cloak jacket, and from the folds of her jacket she brought out some cat eye sunglasses which were also black and slid them onto her face. As she stepped from the vehicle the hulking shadow that was her ‘dog’ padding near silently in her wake.The formalities were exchanged before the keys were handed over before taking a quick look about the place.

Ophelia was yet to see the property in person but having looked at it online as a place to somewhat escape the supernatural peeking eyes, she thought it was gorgeous and so she bought it with one phonecall.She thanked the estate agent before requesting that she stay on the premises for the next couple of hours until her boxes arrive. She was a little hesitant at first but with a slight wave of O’s hand and a light persuasive incantation she came around and with a faint smiled agreed to it. Ophelia then looked to Haawiyah and gave him a pat on the back as he was truly a vast hellhound. “Be a good boy, stay and keep watch, explore the grounds if you like, just keep an ear and eye out for our friends alright? They might want a peek, but don’t let them.” He gave a soft grumble before padding to the door and standing guard.

As Ophelia walked out with him she called back to the estate agent, “Haawiyah will keep you company until the movers get here, they already know where everything is going just let them in then you can be on your way, Arthur will be back shortly after dropping me into town.” The agent gave another nod and proceeded to check her clipboard for whatever reason so Ophelia decided to walk back out to where Arthur was by the car where he opened the door for her to get in before pausing, “ma’am..” He murmured softly, nodding slightly to the front of her cloak, and looking down she noticed that a number of black moths, near the same colour as her cloak were perched on her. She sighed, thinking back to when she cast the spell minutes earlier and how they must’ve appeared then. She gently took them off and let them take flight, before returning to the rear seat of the car and Arthur shook out the umbrella before getting into the drivers seat and turning the car round the fountain out the front of the house before descending the hill back into the heart of Howl City, after following the direction of Ophelia, nodding once she’d said she wanted to go to, “High Tower Coffee, please Arthur. Then you best head back up to the house to make everything is in order”, to which he nodded.Before too long the blacked out car pulled up outside the front of High Tower Coffee and Arthur got out once again and with the umbrella once more, shielded Ophelia from the slight showers as she got out of the car. She thanked him silently before taking the umbrella from him and taking a few steps towards the coffee house before turning back to him. “When the boxes arrive, be sure to have yours directed to the South Wing, that’ll be your residence.” She turned away as Arthur smiled slightly, and thanked her before she stepped into the coffee shop, after closing the umbrella and removing the last two moths from her cloak.

It was a bustling café and luckily for Ophelia there wasn’t much of a queue, otherwise she’d be standing out in the open for longer, so to help disguise herself she slipped on her sunglasses once again, the person in front of her stepped aside to collect their order, before Ophelia stepped up and perused the menu for a few seconds, drumming her fingers on the counter in thought before deciding on a, “Cortado, thank you.” She paid before taking a step to the side as she held the umbrella like a walking cane, the handle a model of a hounds head, in likeness to Haawiyah, which she stroked with her thumb absentmindedly before returning to the counter to collect her cup of strong dark espresso and foam before turning and heading into a booth, passing a few of the locals - a polite looking girl and a boy immersed in his phone, before propping the umbrella up against the table before getting herself situated before taking a sip of the coffee and being pleasantly surprised. “Hm, not bad at all.” She said softly to herself before taking another sip before putting it back on the saucer she was holding and then the table, before looking out of the window coated in raindrops, smiling softly as she noticed one of her jet black moths fluttering past the glass.